#he was also a fucking CREEP he was only a few years older than us and he like genuinely hung out with kids in school
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Pervy Neighbor Jisung Pt.2 ✨
Content/tags/warnings: smut / jisungxfem reader / perv!jisung / reader is a little bit of a perv too / masturbation(m,f) / “noona” / mentions of other members / drug use / panty stealing / cum eating / switch!jisung / switch!reader / mutual pining
Word Count: 4.2k
a/n: Since a lot of people seemed to enjoy my first one-shot, I decided to continue the story in multiple parts! Constructive criticism as well as requests are welcome! Next part will include the house-warming party 👀
Not proofread, all characters are only used for the purpose of face-claims and do not reflect real-life actions and behaviors of people involved
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It’s been almost a month since you moved in, and Jisung has, quite frankly, run out of material. As much as he adored that picture he snapped through your window of your delectable ass presenting itself to him, there were only so many scenarios he could logistically work with- his favorite being one of the first he conjured up, with you inviting him over during a yoga session on your balcony. He was especially fond of that one.
In fact, he had already run through them all several times, and as a man with a creative inclination, he needed new imaginary canvases to paint even more indecent imagery with. He really didn’t know how he ended up in this situation. Sure, he was always a man who thought more with the head between his legs than the one atop his shoulders, but he was never one to actively display such depraved behavior- that was, until you invaded his mind. You were akin to a captivating siren luring him out to the vast depths of the sea that was his lust for you, and he wasn’t quite sure that he wanted to resist your entrancing melody.
There were a few minor complications preventing him from reaching his goals, though. The first being how the hell he would successfully obtain fresh aids for his newfound private pastime. In order to give himself more inspiration to work with, he needed to get closer to you. Normally, he would not see this as an issue at all, as he was rather confident in his physical appearance and charisma. The second- and most debilitating issue, however, lies in your surely abhorrent first impression of him. A visceral chill creeps up his spine at the mere thought of what your current opinion of him must be.
After he fucked his frustrations into his fist every night to thoughts of you, he stared at his ceiling making mental diagrams of different approaches he could take for you to nudge him over to your good side. He may have doomed himself from the first day with his thoughtless and downright rude behavior, but he was determined to rectify the misunderstanding he had perpetuated.
Luckily for Jisung, his ever-reliable mate, Felix, had already taken the first steps for him- by adding you on various social media outlets. He had been mindlessly scrolling when you stood out in the crowd of faces in his suggested friends page. It may not seem like much, but the best possible starting point had practically fallen right into his lap. He now had access to your name, interests, dislikes, music taste, and friends list- conveniently right at his fingertips to educate himself with whenever he desired. Not to mention, one mouth-watering, jaw-dropping, boner-popping display of your gorgeously-proportioned body, clad in a slutty little powder blue string bikini- just for him. It was certainly claiming it’s spot at the top the spank bank for later. He’ll have to send Felix something as a token of his appreciation for that one.
Through his frequent investigations of your treasure trove of publicly accessible information, he learned that you are, in fact, one year older than him- that was going to do wonders for his little “noona” kink. His suspicions of you being an artist were correct, much to his delight, as he’s naturally attracted to creative minds. Your taste in music also aligns surprisingly well with his own. You have more tattoos than he originally thought- which he finds incredibly hot. In your bikini pic, he spotted a dazzling silver gem nestled above your belly button- also sexy. It made him wonder if you have more piercings in places hidden under the skimpy garment- he really hoped you did. One crucial piece of information he couldn’t deduce from his research, though, was your relationship status. If you were in a relationship, it couldn’t be a happy one. There was no indication of you having a partner on any of your platforms, so he decided it was unlikely.
Now that he learned as much as he possibly could about you without direct contact, he needed to find a way to repair your skewed perception of him. He could go with his original plan of just knocking on your door, introducing himself, and apologizing, but that seemed a tad bit more risky than he was comfortable with. Since you were apparently acquainted with Felix, maybe he could convince him to act as his wingman? No, he didn’t want to come across as desperate- even if he absolutely was. Maybe Miroh? The two of you were already friends on the game thanks to him assisting you with your S-Class Dungeon victory. He could help you through the slightly more daunting Levanter or Circus stages next. And then what? Just send “hey, by the way, I’m your new neighbor.”? You would wonder how he knew who you were, and instantly be creeped out- rightfully so. He’ll still help you through more dungeons anonymously though. The intense adrenaline rush he gets from it, along with the blood that rushes straight to his junk when you cutely beg him for help- is addictive.
Your bikini pic sufficed to tide Jisung over for another week and a half, shamelessly painting your image on his phone screen white at least once, sometimes twice, or even three times a day. During this time, he strolled the market he had discovered you frequented and gained some helpful intel- you were a bit closer to Felix than he originally thought, even stopping by the various stands he often helped out with to chat or drop off food for him. A few times, Jisung thought about coming up to him while you were there to introduce himself. Ultimately, he decided it would be best for you to naturally stumble upon them hanging out together. So, he cleverly plotted to join his friend with his market volunteering for the next month or so. The first week was a bust, since you seemed to be avoiding Felix with him in the picture now. Regardless, he didn’t let it discourage him, and attentively remained loyal to his plan.
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When you told Felix about how you didn’t host a house-warming party, as you didn’t really know anyone in the area yet, he offered to throw you one to introduce you to his friends. As he got to know you better, he knew you would fit right in with his friend group. When you agreed, he gave you descriptions of his seven closest friends. You were already briefly introduced to Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Seungmin, but he threw in a few more names you didn’t recognize. Among the unrecognizable names, you tried to pick out the one that could belong to your neighbor, the boy you had spotted curled up on the couch in Minho’s study. Based on his descriptions, it couldn’t have been Jeongin- the youngest of the group, or Jisung- the affectionately-dubbed “babygirl” in Felix’s words. That left you with Chris, his fellow Australian mate, and the eldest. However, his description didn’t match your neighbor either.
When you set out for the market a few days later to deliver Felix some extra sugar cookies you had baked that morning, you saw him again. He was engaged in a conversation with your friend as they appeared to be working one of the fresh fruits and vegetable stalls together. You weren’t close enough to make out what was being discussed between the two, but your attention was drawn to the brunette’s body language. You observed the two friends for a few minutes, as your neighbor cycled through a series of cutesy expressions, excited little jumps, and exaggerated hand movements directed toward Felix. You were dumbfounded by how he candidly resembled a completely different person to the one you had briefly encountered over a month ago. This guy seemed to have an energetic and charismatic personality- an immensely stark contrast to the insolent and crude introduction you were given. You decided to return home with the cookies still in hand, not quite ready to approach yet.
Later that night, you were still hung up on thoughts about your neighbor. You originally thought he really was just an asshole, but the glimpse of him you saw at Minho’s place, as well as the market, had you reconsidering. You wanted to find out more about him. If he did behave differently to you specifically, why was he so callous? You were sure his outburst was the first time you saw him, so it’s not like you did anything to personally upset him. Frustrated, you navigated towards Felix’s social media in the hopes of finding his profile to learn more about him.
To say the man had a lot of followers would be an understatement. He was clearly very popular, and you began to lose hope of finding your neighbor amongst them. You couldn’t spot him in any of the group selfies on Felix’s page either. An imaginary lightbulb illuminated itself in your head as you realized you could just text Felix, asking him to send you all of his friend’s profiles. It wouldn’t be weird, since you’d be meeting them all soon at your house-warming party anyway. While waiting for him to reply, you opened the jar perched on your nightstand, containing a handful of special gummies, popped one in your mouth, and walked to the nearby convenience store to replenish your snack supply.
On your way back home, your phone lit up with the notification of Felix’s reply as you started to feel the effects of the gummy take hold. Immediately after closing your door and kicking your shoes off, you reclined yourself on the sofa, your bag of snacks within arm’s reach, and opened your chat with Felix. Sure enough, he sent you links to seven profiles with each of their names attached. Chris was first, with his feed mostly consisting of himself on late-night walks around town, pictures of his dog, and gym selfies. You immediately noticed how fit he was, with a killer face to match, and began to wonder if all of Felix’s friends were as absurdly attractive as he was. The next profile, Minho’s, caught you off guard to say the least. There were barely any pictures of him, and the ones that were posted usually distorted his face with the most outlandish filters you could imagine. The rest of his feed was overflowing with pictures of his three adorable cats, as well as several unappetizing close-ups of what appeared to be food. You were definitely intrigued, and were looking forward to getting to know him better. The next link directed you to Changbin’s page. While you did briefly meet him in person already, you were too overwhelmed by the utter chaos unfolding in Minho’s apartment to really take in his physique. He was a total gym rat- his feed plastered with pictures showcasing his enormous muscles to prove it. What really surprised you, though, was the sheer amount of dance covers he posted featuring popular k-pop girl group songs. The man knew how to shake it, and you were pleasantly surprised by the way he didn’t lock himself into his masculine side, despite his appearance. Moving on to Hyunjin, you probably spent around an hour admiring the captivating artwork he posted. As an artist yourself, you were enamored by his abstract and romantic style. Equally as captivating, were his features. He was a fashion model, and clearly had the looks for it. You couldn’t spot a single flaw on his perfectly sculpted face.
When you returned to Felix’s links and opened the next one- Jisung’s, you immediately recognized the doe-eyed brunette in the profile picture as your neighbor. Felix had described him to you as the mood-maker of the group, with his hilarious personality and exaggeratedly cute behavior impossible to resist. You had thought Jisung was one of the least likely to be the person in question, so this discovery was very jarring. Even more so, however, was the duality he displayed with his selfies. The most recent upload featuring a cute pose- big, round eyes, puffy cheeks, and pouty lips. As you scrolled down to the next, you were met with a completely different vibe. His head was tilted back, as if he was looking down at you, with sultry siren eyes, his chain necklace dangling from perfect teeth, and the neckline of a loose-fitting white t-shirt exposing his gorgeously-tanned neck and collarbones. You scrolled back and forth between the two pictures, in absolute awe at the fact that they both displayed the same person.
As you continued scrolling, his occupation as a music producer and songwriter was revealed. He uploaded several aesthetic pictures with his own work serving as background music, and you had to admit- he definitely had talent. Each instrumental perfectly encapsulated the vibe of the picture it was paired with, and he definitely knew what he was doing from a production standpoint. The real shock came when you stumbled upon his singing and rapping videos, though. He really could do it all. He perfectly rode every beat with his flow, topping it off with impeccable enunciation. The most impressive (and admittedly attractive) aspect was his ability to effortlessly switch the tone of his voice, going from an insanely high register to a low, raspy one instantaneously. This skill clearly also carried over to his singing- his higher vocals incredibly stable, and his raspy, low tone shamefully had you feeling some type of way. You decided to blame that on the effects of the gummy.
You lingered on Jisung’s profile for longer than you would have liked to admit, especially the pictures displaying his surprisingly flirty and cocky persona. There was one picture in particular, that had your imagination running wild. His eyes were shrouded in black eyeliner, looking straight into the camera, with his lips slightly parted and his tongue protruding toward the corner of his mouth. His thumb nestled just below his bottom lip- complete with black nail polish. It gave off the vibe of him looking up at you from between your thighs, after mercilessly coaxing multiple orgasms out of you with his seemingly skilled tongue, and lazily wiping the remnants of your release off his chin.
To be honest, you’ve been attempting to ignore the persistent throbbing in your core since you first started exploring his feed, but that last picture completely abolished all resolve you were desperately clinging to. Your right hand had been absentmindedly tracing light circles up and down your thigh for the last ten minutes, slowly drawing increasingly closer to your aching heat. Your own hand became Jisung’s in your imagination when you scrolled to a photo of his, wrapped around the neck of an electric guitar. The caption read “Guitar isn’t the only thing my hands are skilled with, ladies… ;)” The little shit knew exactly what he was doing, which, was oddly attractive to you. Your hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts. With your middle finger nestled between your folds, you gasped at the contact.
Your heightened senses due to the gummy amplified the intensity of every touch, the pleasure increasing tenfold. To say you were soaked would be an understatement. The back of your hand was immediately coated with your arousal, as it sandwiched itself between your needy cunt and completely drenched panties. The lewd sounds caused by your wetness, along with the humiliation that washed over you as you realized you were still on the couch in your living room, only served to turn you on even more. As your middle finger breached your entrance, soon followed by your ring finger, you pictured Jisung’s pretty fingers slowly pumping you instead. Black fingernails becoming a clouded shade as your juices coat them, dripping over his silver rings. You wondered if you would be able to feel them as his fingers pushed in and out, or when they bumped up against your swollen clit as he curled his fingers upwards, relentlessly pounding your sweet spot. When you added his tongue into the picture- sloppily lapping anywhere his hand didn’t obstruct, occasionally dragging along your inner thighs and hungrily licking your arousal that had reached there, you let go. You couldn’t control the spasming of your legs, as well as the obscenely load moan that escaped past your lips, as you lost yourself in the most intense orgasm you have felt in ages. After a few minutes of regaining your composure, you washed up and crawled into bed. You were looking forward to getting to know Jisung better.
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The next week Jisung helped Felix at the market, you finally made your appearance. He had his back turned to the bustling foot traffic, tediously deboning a massive chunk of raw tuna when his ears (and dick) involuntarily perked up at the sound of your sweet voice. “Hey Felix! How’s it going today?” You cheerfully approached, prompting the brunette to wonder how his name would sound as it rolled off your lips. “Hey yourself! Its a little slow today, but should pick up around lunch. This is my friend Jisung I was telling you about!” The blond returned, gesturing towards him. Felix told you about him? He wondered what you had heard, and how it made you feel, but quickly shook his thoughts away before he could get lost in them. This was finally his chance to reintroduce himself, and he was not gonna fuck it up this time. He swiped his hands across the front of his apron as he turned towards you, offering what he hoped was a charming smile.
“I would give you a handshake, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want fish smell on your hands. Sorry we kinda got off on the wrong foot there, it’s great to meet you!” He mustered up his best approach as he shot you an apologetic look, nervously cradling the back of his neck with his right hand.
“Oh, no worries! Felix told me you were really nice, so I figured you were just having a bad day. It’s nice to meet you too!” you replied. It took everything in his power to not grab his friend’s stupidly-lovable face and plant a big, fat kiss on his freckle-covered cheek right then and there. The man was, quite literally, doing all of the hard work for him.
After exchanging your greetings, you moved onto the next stall on your list. Meanwhile, Jisung attempted to burn your approximate waist-to-hip ratio into his memory- for a more realistic point of view of him taking you from behind, of course. His mesmerized focus was abruptly interrupted by his friend landing a friendly smack to his ass, signaling for him to get back to work.
Later that night, he was working on a new song when his phone exploded with notifications from his group chat with his friends. Felix had sent a text notifying everyone about a house-warming party he was hosting for a friend. When his eyes swept across your name, he immediately felt himself tighten in his joggers. He had basically pavloved himself into suffering automatic erections at the slightest thought of you with the recent frequency of his jerking off. To say he was ecstatic would be an understatement as he skimmed through the rest of the messages. He was invited to your place. Of course, his friends would be there too, but actually seeing the inside of your living space, as well as being so physically close to you- would add a whole new level of realism to his sinful fantasies. His usual view of you was from the distance of his own apartment, obstructed by two windows when you weren’t on your balcony. Your appearance at the market today was the closest he’s gotten so far.
Maybe if he played his cards right, he could sneak off into your bathroom, find out what shampoo and body wash you used, and purchase the same. Adding the element of your scent to his late-night sessions could be fun. The more he thought about it, the more depravity overtook him. What if he didn’t stop there? What if he snuck into your bedroom? Found a pair of panties to shove in his pocket and later shove into his face as he climaxes, or found your toys you use to get yourself off when you should be using him.
Still seated in front of his computer, he slightly reclined the chair back as he pulled down his waistband and teased his leaking tip slowly, his mind brewing up his latest creation. He was at your party with his friends. You were distracted by replenishing snacks, Changbin and Seungmin were engaged in a heated debate while the others focused on playing a game on your TV. He took advantage of the distractions and made his move, heading towards your bathroom. He passed the door as he embarked on his real mission- to find your bedroom. After one unsuccessful attempt opening the door to reveal a storage closet, he finally found it.
Once he shut the door behind him, he allowed himself a few seconds to take in his surroundings. When his eyes locked onto the door to your closet slightly ajar, he crossed the room and opened it further. Your laundry basket sat on the floor, powder blue lace thong placed neatly on top. He picked up the garment, intending to relocate it to his pocket, but his hand moved faster than his brain, bringing it up to his face instead. Once he inhaled deeply, taking in your scent, there was no hope for him. He shifted to the edge of your bed, uncrumpling your panties and flattening them out neatly on your mattress. He quickly released his greedy cock, laying it on top of your thong as he used the pad of his thumb to apply light pressure. His hips slowly thrusted, grinding his greedy dick between the dainty lace and his calloused thumb, the contrast of textures driving him crazy. As he increased his pace, he wrapped the lace around his whole circumference and replaced the tip of his thumb with his entire hand, amplifying the pressure. The sight of his tan cock peeking through the blue lace, along with the filthiness of his actions, had him biting his bottom lip for dear life to contain his moans threatening to escape.
He did the same in real life. As his thighs started quivering, he threw his head back against the headrest of his seat. His efforts to bite back his noises failed, however, as he couldn’t contain the loud moan that forced its way through his clenched teeth when his hand grazed over a particularly sensitive spot. Feeling his orgasm approaching, he released his grip completely, twitching at the sudden loss of contact. He wasn’t going to cum yet, not when the highlight of his fantasy had yet to play out. He collected himself for a moment before engrossing himself in his scene again.
He began to panic as his hips started twitching. Soft, needy moans and incoherent mumbling rolling off of his drool-covered lips. He needed to cum, but had nothing to release into. He was so lost in his pleasure that he couldn’t stop as the sound of your door creaking open penetrated through his panting and the wet sounds of his spit and precum-coated cock. He locked eyes with your shocked expression as he blew his hot load all over your panties and bed.
“N-Noona.. I-“ you cut him off with a strong slap to his left cheek. His weak legs not able to support him as his knees buckled collapsed to the floor, the side of his face landing dangerously close to the wet spot he had created on your bed. You stood behind him, forcefully grabbing him by his hair and shoving his face directly into the mess.
“I don’t want to hear another word from you. If you’re going to be a filthy pervert, the least you can do is clean up after yourself.” You spat, further rubbing his face into his own cum. He stuck his tongue out, catching his release on it as your grip on his hair controlled him. When you heard his muffled moans you kneeled down, your face now level with his when you tugged his head upwards. “Are you seriously getting off on this you sick fuck?” You pushed him with his back now flush against the side of your bed. “Oh my god, you’re fucking hard again!” Another slap to his cheek, this time the left. You both looked down as the pain from your slap caused his length to jerk violently, a pathetic bead of precum seeping from the tip and rolling down his shaft. You caught it with your finger, bringing your digit to his mouth and shoving it in. He hungrily sucked it off, a deep moan bellowing from his chest. Withdrawing your hand from his mouth and reaching behind his head, you clutched onto the cum-soaked panties, tilted his head upwards, and shoved them in his mouth.
Jisung groaned as he twitched in his hand, shooting his release all over himself and his keyboard, dripping down between the keys. He had been putting off cleaning the damned thing for weeks, and sighed as he slumped further down in the chair. Thanks to you, he wouldn’t be able to procrastinate any longer.
#skz hard hours#skz x reader#skz han#han jisung smut#han jisung#skz smut#skz imagines#han jisung imagines#han x reader#han jisung x reader#non idol au#kpop#kpop smut#stray kids han#stray kids smut#stray kids
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i’m sorry but nothing feels better than going to my lil sister’s high school graduation and getting to see my asshole high school drama teacher and tell him i’m not only working my dream job at one of the best Tony-winning theatres in the COUNTRY but i also oversee programs to make sure no more teenagers feel as small as i did in his class
#the dude fucking SUCKS i’m telling you#he was so fucking sexist#he was also a fucking CREEP he was only a few years older than us and he like genuinely hung out with kids in school#he was a brony and he literally only cast the pretty popular kids in his shows#so i never got cast in anything. once he called a student ‘thunder thighs’ and the entire class laughed#the man was fucking AWFUL#anyway. it’s so funny because i work in theatre EDUCATION#so whenever my coworkers talk about how much their high school teachers inspired them#i get to tell everyone that my success is SOLELY motivated by spite#it’s not that i had a hard time in high school it’s just that i was SUCH a theatre nerd#and no one ever supported me!! i was out there watching bootlegs of shakespearean productions at the globe theatre#and my own fucking drama teacher made me feel like an ugly nerd every goddamn day#ANYWAY! sorry for ranting. mr.treible can kiss my entire ass#*【 ☂ ┊ ❛ just need to sober up ❜ 】 ➤ ooc
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Kinktober Day 8 - Breeding
John Price x Reader - 1k (on ao3)
summary: You worry that your boss sees your relationship as more long-term than you do. (Reader POV, second person)
cw: implied stealthing, under negotiated breeding kink, one-sided daddy kink
You tell yourself it’s just a kink.
You’re not ready to become a mother - you’d like to be married for at least a year before even trying for a baby, and you’d like to have an established career before even getting married. For you, the idea of a bun in the oven is so far down the line it’s not even visible on the horizon yet.
But you know it’s not the same for Price. He’s older than you, has lived a far wilder life and lost it what must be nearly a dozen times over. He’s a weathered man, with deep lines on his forehead and wrinkles around his eyes, just the tiniest hint of silver creeping into his beard.
You know it’s not smart to have a fling with him. Not only is he your boss and a controversially older man, but he’s also the exact opposite of a commitment-phobe like you. He’s always looking for more commitment in fact, something you hadn’t expected considering the illicitness of your relationship with him.
You'd assumed an affair with your boss would involve mostly quickies in closets, a refusal to be in the same room as one another during the workday, maybe even pretending to dislike each other around other coworkers. Instead, he talks to you more once you start sleeping together than he had before - he parks himself on your desk at any time he pleases, invites you to have lunch in his office with him (alone), and laughs when your co-workers call him your work-husband.
So you know that he wants more, that he wants you to really be with him (he hints at far more than just that, but doesn’t dare say it aloud, which you’re glad for) past just being his secretary and his fuckbuddy.
In fact, he’d nearly torn you into two when you’d giggled and called him a “bootycall” after he called you back into work hours after you’d gone home. His face had gone from eager and affectionate to what you can only call scolding, and he’d been rougher with you than normal. You enjoy a few smacks to your ass, but that night he’d spanked you hard enough to leave you squirming the next morning when you sat at your desk. You’d been pouty about it, had glared only half-playfully at him when he smirked, but the way he ate you out on his desk for lunch more than made up for the discomfort.
And he makes these… comments sometimes, while he’s buried inside you. Things that allude to a future you’re not ready for.
Gotta come after me, sweetheart, it takes better like that.
Hips up, don’t let any of me drip out.
Gonna make me a daddy, pretty thing? Huh? Gonna take my cum and grow me a baby?
My good fuckin’ girl, lettin’ me breed her pretty cunt.
Gonna look so pretty, all round for me. Gonna take such good care of you.
C’mon, honey, wanna make sure it sticks this time.
You tell yourself it’s just a kink. He plugs you up with a couple fingers once he’s finished, says “Just to make sure you don’t lose any of my cum, can’t be wastin’ it right now,” and licks your clit until your legs shake.
He hardly fucks you in any position that isn’t bent over his desk, no matter how much you whine and beg for me. He just smacks your ass, gives you an extra orgasm or two to keep you placated. More often than not he leaves you bent over the desk after he’s finished, tilts your hips up a little higher and gives you a kiss on the temple as he sits back in his seat to get back to work.
You’d told him to use a condom the first few times, even though you’ve been on birth control for years. You’ve always been responsible with flings, been more than willing to send a man packing at the first hint of whining if he didn’t want to wear protection. A baby has never once crossed your mind as an option, and it certainly doesn't now.
So it was instinct to tell Price to put on a condom before he fucked you the first time. And he had, without kicking up any fuss about it past a furrowed brow and a grumble or two.
But then the condom broke, and you were left with his cum dripping down your thighs. You’d had a moment of panic, but he’d given you money for Plan B, and you told yourself the odds of getting pregnant with Plan B and birth control were so low it wasn’t worth stressing out over.
The condom broke the second time. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth. And every time after that you asked him to wear one.
At some point you stopped asking, and he never remembered himself. A few muttered questions about what brand he’d been using between fevered kisses, thick fingers at your cunt a distraction, and eventually you told yourself it wouldn’t matter as long as you kept taking the birth control pills.
It would be rude to demand Plan B after every round, right? Plus, asking for cash minutes after you'd both gotten off always made you feel a bit... dirty. When you feel him drip down your thighs, when you pull your panties up and feel the mixture of both of you gather there, you tell yourself that the birth control will surely do it's job, and you try not to worry.
Now, pulling open the drawer where you keep your pills, you wonder if maybe all his talk of babies and his cum taking is more than just heat-of-the-moment dirty talk.
You stare down at the empty drawer and every time he’s called himself Daddy echoes in your ear like a choir.
#this one is aggressively meh to me so sorry#reading through each kinktober before i post the day before and like. more than i expected have very little smut#bo writes#john price x reader#john price x you#price x reader#price x you#captain price x reader#captain price x you#how do people tag for him#captain john price x reader#captain john price x you#cod fanfic#call of duty fanfic#kinktober 2023#kinktober#kinktober day 8
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I can imagine preggo wife literally talking and talking and talking in the middle of a movie and gets offended and leaves when Joel tells her to quiet down
Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife : Yapper
notes: Oh I had fun writing this! no warnings (maybe some Fugitive and Raiders spoilers), Enjoy!
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Joel’s pretty excited for movie night. It’s one of the few films the two of you don’t argue over and can pretty much watch the entire way through without disruption.
Or at least, it used to be.
Joel settles against the couch armrest with his feet propped up, knees bent slightly so you have room to sit in front. He’s got any snack you could think of within an arm reach away, and he’s got the title on pause so you can scooch your fat booty and big belly comfortably. Usually takes about 15 minutes of squirming, smacking his chest to “fluff” it up, adding a pillow at his crotch, then taking it away because you like his hard cock there instead, elbow in his groin and then his knee, then you gotta get up to pee before starting the whole process over.
“OK Im ready!” You say after 15 minutes on the dot, snuggling close to him with the back of your head rested against the crook of his neck.
He finally hits play, and the Lucasfilm logo flashes across the screen. The tropical forest and ominous music plays as the familiar font of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark fade on to the screen.
“Joel. Joel. Hey Joel.”
“Y-yes?”
“Did you know Indiana was named after George Lucas dog? Who also was the physical inspiration for chewy?” You ask rhetorically.
It takes him a second to understand you’re asking him a question. “What?”
“Chewbacca! From Star Wars!”
“Oh ok neat,” he says with some enthusiasm, but quick to end it and get back to watching the movie—
“Yeah also Sean Connery is also apparently—well guess how much older he is to Harrison Ford.”
“Um—I don’t—I don’t know.” Joel says slowly, watching as Indy carefully removes the sand from the pouch and weighs it to the gold idol.
“C’mon, guess!”
“I really don’t know, can we—“
“12 years older than Harrison in Last Crusade! My mom was like ‘WHAT no way’ and I was like ‘Yes way’ and she was like ‘He's his father and he's got all that white in his hair and receding hairline’ and I was like ‘Joel's only in his late 30s and he's got white in his beard.’”
Joel can’t hear a damn thing happening on screen except the shouts about hating a pet snake named Reggie. “Wha—“
“Not that you look anything like Sean Connery in Last Crusade. Maybe in like Bond —oof he was the hottest Bond. Plus you got like a receding beard-line with all the patches, I don’t know, but my mom was like ‘Ya know Joel's got more white hair lately since you've been pregnant’ and I was like ‘Nah uh’ and she was like ‘Ya huh’ and I was like ‘Huh I wonder why that is…?’ Anyway but nope only 12 years between him and Ford—“
Joel turns to look at you with a frown, a bit confused and amazed at how you have so much to say, right now, oblivious as ever.
It doesn’t phase your rambling one bit: “—Like damn, but you know Harrison Ford has always been handsome. But like in the bad boy kind of way, not like handsome upstanding like Christopher Reeves? When I saw The Fugitive, I was like ‘oooohhhh I'll be his wife now’ hahaha! no no I’m sorry, he’s famous and I’m not so that’s why I married you, but that's such a fall film don't you think? Minus the murder and betrayal and fucking Dr Charles Nickles like was he British or not? He was in and out of an accent the whole time? Didn't make sense to me but yeah, it's just such a fall Cozy film.”
Joel looks back at the screen and realizes Marion is already being cornered by the Nazi creep: “Ah huh—honey—“
“OH! I Love her song! It’s kind of like Leia and Han’s from Empire except the last notes are different, like it goes do doooooo instead of da dat dada daaaaaaa, That’s just John William’s for ya, but you’d never notice they were so similar!”
Joel opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out as you continue:
“—Also I know you said my mom made good apple pie but I really wanna try to make it because I want you to like mine more, so I need you to get some apples and pie crust and butter and stuff from the store, I’ll make a list so you can get it. They said we need ground cinnamon but I think ours expired like 5 years ago so don’t forget that. And then I'm gonna tell you how to slice the apples since I can't handle sharp objects and then oh I need you to get the mixer from the top shelf and then you have to mix it all together and slice the top with like little heart patterns and then put it in the oven n stuff ‘cause it's hot and I don't wanna burn OH and that reminds me—!”
“BABE!”
“Hmm? yes?” You ask with a innocent smile.
“Let's try to be quiet and watch the movie ok?”
He offers a gentle smile and nods, pointing towards the TV again and settling to watch it with his beautiful wife.
His very very very unhappy wife. Your eyes haven’t left his, face now downturned in such a scowl, he should be shitting his pants.
You roll your jaw at him once, teeth grinding against one another with slitted, murderous eyes. Joel gulps, too afraid to glance back at you again. His eyes are wide staring at the commotion on the television but, now in your deadly silence, he can’t seen to focus on it at all.
Instead of saying anything, you roll polly up to your feet, arms crossed over your chest defensively as you utter a loud “Hmph!” before storming away from the living room.
He’ll have to deal with groveling tomorrow morning when you might be a little more welcoming. But on the bright side, he’s got way more room to spread out on the couch and he can hear the movie much better now!
.........
He switches it off and runs upstairs to get on his knees by your side of the bed, begging for your forgiveness and promises of a Clyde's milkshake to go.
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Another Bad Day
Based on a prompt given by @mysticcrownshipper. I'm sorry it took so long but I hope you like it! Please leave your thoughts in the comments!
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Steve was content. He didn’t want to jinx himself but he was pretty happy. He had his friends, he was dating Eddie, and his brother was back in his life with his super cool boyfriend too. What wasn’t he to like about that?
It was just another evening at the Harrington house and he was relaxing on one end of the couch while Phil and Dio were at the other end. They were cuddling and playing footsie together like Steve would've been with Eddie had he invited him over. But subjecting Eddie to the mustachioed protectiveness of his older brother sounded less like a relaxing movie night and more like inviting a lamb into a lion’s den. Guaranteed homicide.
He didn’t know how Dio convinced him and Phil to watch Halloween again but they were both terrified at the events happening on-screen, jumping at every scary moment. Steve was not a fan of scary movies, especially having lived through a horror series himself. As such, he was gripping a pillow tight and squeezing his eyes shut through every jumpscare. No way was he getting another heart attack, no thank you.
At a particularly scary scene that he could sense even with his eyes squeezed tight, Steve jumped and let out a scream of shock. To his further surprise and horror, he heard a gasp come from the hallway behind him. This only prompted him to scream more and plunge his head underneath his blanket as if that would protect him from whatever dangerous home invader was creeping behind him.
“Son of a biscuit,” he heard Phil curse as he stumbled to turn on the lights. With a few more grunts and bumps, the lights flickered on and Steve slowly poked his head out of the safety of the blanket.
When the lights came on however, he saw something much more frightening than any home invader or murderer. Instead, he saw their parents. Martha Harrington was literally clutching her pearls as she stood glaring at them all in distaste and Richard Harrington was fuming behind her where he held their luggage. Poor Dio paused the movie and stood in the center of the living room looking the most out of place as he’d ever been.
“Steven, I see you continue to disappoint us. Not only are you lounging around like a child but you’re also keeping distasteful company.” Martha scowled at him with her eyes narrowed in disgust.
He shrunk at her words and looked away. His parents always knew how to bring him down and ruin his night. It was disappointing but oddly comforting in its continuity.
“See your guests out and make sure they don’t come back. You’re enough of a disappointment as it is, we don’t need them further tarnishing your reputation. And ours,” His dad sneered at him.
“You fucking dick! You don’t get to talk to him like that. You and mom haven’t been home in ten goddamn months and you think you have the right to tell Steve who he can and can’t hang out with? Fuck you.” Phil hissed at them both, his face red with fury and his mustache twitching with barely contained rage.
Richard’s face reddened to match and he shoved an accusing finger right in Phil’s face. “You shouldn’t even be here! We washed our hands of you years ago and yet you still come around to harass us. How pathetic are you?”
Phil flinched back but quickly regained his composure. “Oh, you think I’m pathetic? You’re the one that kicked me out for ‘being a bad influence on Steve’ when I joined the police force. Now you’re screwing your secretary and dragging mom all around the country for supposed business trips. Who’s really the pathetic one, Dick?”
Richard raised his hand to swing at Phil but his wrist was grabbed by a silently fuming Dio. “Don’t touch him or I will sever every one of your fingers and feed them to you. Back away.”
“Who the hell even are you? What are you doing in my house?” Steve’s dad turned his anger to Dio instead but he was only met with an unimpressed look in response.
“Trying to watch a fucking movie, Dick.”
Steve’s mom spoke up then and moved a hand to Richard’s shoulder to hold him back. “Phil, you are no longer my son or a part of this family. That means that you can’t come into our house and you can’t associate with Steven.”
“Fuck you, Martha! You want to accuse us of being disappointments and bad sons and whatever the fuck else you say but it’s really you two that are the disappointments. You’re bad fucking parents and I hope you rot in hell.” With that, Phil grabs his jacket and storms outside. It’s all too reminiscent of the first time he left, years prior, when it was followed by a loatheful silence between the brothers. It left Steve feeling unmoored, frazzled in a way he couldn’t remember ever feeling.
There’s silence in the living room for a moment where his parents, Dio, and Steve stand around looking at each other before Richard sighs and glares at him.
“Look what you’ve done, Steven. Your mother and I are exhausted after our trip and we had to come home to this ludicracy. Ridiculous.”
“Yeah alright. Steve, come with me. You can stay with us for a while instead of staying here with these assholes. Go pack a bag and we’ll get going,” Dio told him, softly pushing at his shoulder.
“Excuse me-” His mother tried to protest.
“You’re excused. Go ahead, Steve.”
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Steve spends the night at Phil’s and Dio’s, sleeping in the guest room and ignoring the woeful glances Phil sent to him. He had no interest in rehashing anything with his brother and a strong urge to ignore everything that had happened in order to move on.
When an acceptable hour in the morning came, Steve got himself dressed and left the house. He was off of work that day but his plans of sleeping in were thwarted. He couldn’t believe that his parents had come home after so long without any notice or that they’d obliterated Phil right in front of him again like the first time hadn’t been enough. Most of all though, he was surprised that Phil and Dio had stuck up for him. No one had ever defended him from his parents before and Steve really didn’t know how to handle that.
He continued about his day as if his parents’ return hadn’t shaken him to his core. He returned a few tapes to Family Video, hit the grocery store to pick up some snacks, and went to Melvald’s to get his migraine prescription. Steve ignored how every loud noise made him flinch and how every person in his peripheral vision appeared to be his dad seeking him out for revenge.
Eventually, he decided to stop pretending to be a functioning member of society and to seek out the comfort of his friends instead. He went from the Melvald’s parking lot directly to the Wheeler’s basement where nearly everyone was already congregated.
“Oh-ho-ho Steve, nice of you to join us. We’ve been calling your house all day, dude. Where have you been?” Eddie asked him haughtily as soon as he came in.
“I was running some errands. Here’s some snacks for you guys,” Steve said, dumping all of the chips and candy out on the coffee table. He plopped himself to the floor at the foot of one of the arm chairs and watched his friends attack the offerings like a kettle of vultures.
“Thank god you’re rich, Steve. We were starving,” Lucas told him and patted his knee.
“You mean thank god for his rich parents. They probably gave him an allowance and he wasted it on food. Loser move, Steve,” Mike sneered at him.
"Hey, Steve isn't a loser! He just doesn't apply himself," Dustin weakly defended.
Steve just looked at them all as they laughed at him trying to do a nice thing. Nothing he ever did was enough for anyone. He would always be a disappointment to his parents, a burden for his brother, and a loser to the group of friends that meant everything to him. What was the point in even trying anymore?
He didn’t realize it but sometime during his thought process, his breaths had become labored. His chest was tight and his face was turning red from lack of air.
“Steve? Steve, are you having a panic attack? Everything is okay, you just have to breathe,” Eddie spoke to him gently before turning to the kids. “Look what you guys did! You should know not to talk about his parents, dipshits! Call Officer Callahan or Hopper, shit, call Robin. Just do something other than gawking at him!”
Steve couldn’t breathe. The panic was clawing at his throat and it felt like he was back in the lake being dragged into Hell by the demon tentacles. Then not only was he obsessing over his parents in town and what the Party thought of him but he was also agonizing over the phantom pain in his sides and the suffocating pain around his neck.
“Steve, stop clawing at your neck, that’ll make it worse. Calm down, wherever your mind went, you’re not there. You’re with me, Eddie, in the Wheeler’s basement. Don’t you smell the stank of dirty socks and Mike? Come back to me.”
“That’s uncalled for-”
“Wheeler, shut the hell up before I make you. Stevie, you’re okay.”
Steve doesn’t know how long he was in his state of panic stuck in his head but he started coming out of it when he heard his brother’s frazzled voice.
“Steve?! Steve, where are you? Where is he, where’s my brother?” He could literally hear the emotions in his voice and picked his head up a little bit to look for him.
“Steve! Hey, it-it’s Phil. I don’t know why you’re panicking but if any of these bitchasses did anything, I will arrest them and give them a juvenile record. Just say the word, little bro. You’re okay,” he comforted in the only way he knew how (threatening children).
With enough of his… unconventional words of comfort, Steve was able to pull himself from the throes of panic and slump ungracefully into his arms. Everyone present fell back on their haunches and let out a sigh of relief. Eddie pulled one of Steve’s hands onto his own lap whether to offer his own comfort or be comforted from the no-doubt horrific sight of Steve choking on air.
They’d have to talk about what triggered him to have a panic attack eventually, probably after Phil lectured them and Robin got off of work to rip them a new one once she heard what happened. But they would discuss it and how ungrateful the kids had been to have snacks delivered at their feet precisely when they wanted them. But for now, Steve would hold hands with Eddie and lay his head against his brother’s chest in the longest, yet least awkward, hug they’d ever had.
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Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash pairing
Summary: Jake is a busy man running the kitchen at the restaurant he, his younger brother Sam, and his brother’s best friend Danny all work at. He doesn’t have the time to meet new people let alone date, but that doesn’t mean he’ll let his needs go unmet.
Warnings and tags: you should know me by now only 18+!!!, sexual content, M/M sex, slash of course (future SamXDanny so if that will freak you out in later chapters maybe just skip this all together), unrequited love, angst, drinking, third person POV Jake and Danny, restaurant AU, I probably missed something so if I did let me know
The title is taken from a Sleep Token song so if you’re interested you can give it a listen while you read
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“Someone please for the love of fucksake get me a dry towel!” Jake yelled after nearly burning his hand from picking up the heated handle of a pan some dumbass had positioned towards a burner instead of away. Everyone knew you weren’t supposed to move hot pans with wet towels. He didn’t expect the towel on the counter next to it to be saturated in whatever liquid it had been used to clean up then carelessly discarded right next to the stove.
Fucking amateurs, he worked with a bunch of fucking amateurs.
Jake was the sous-chef now, having just recently risen in the ranks of the kitchen after proving himself a worthy prospect the fateful weekend the previous sous walked out and abandoned them in the middle of a rush.
The majority of the staff were frozen in place, unsure of how to regroup and delegate without a leader telling them what to do. Not that the previous was ever very organized and leaderly to begin with.
He hadn’t been trying or expecting to earn a promotion. More like after working so many years in the kitchen of his family’s restaurant back at home had just made him naturally good at understanding what to do to make the line flow seamlessly and efficiently.
So he took control for the night, then the next night, and before he could say otherwise the kitchen manager was announcing him as the new sous by the end of the weekend.
Some of his coworkers were not happy about the news since Jake was young and hadn't been there as long as a few others who would have been in the running had they taken any initiative when it really mattered. Jake didn’t care though, sous-chef or not he was all or nothing in the kitchen. A real force to be reckoned with, and despite the couple that doubted him he had just as many if not turned more into his corner after showing his chops and getting things back in order. Maybe even better than before if he did say so himself.
It was just past midnight, 1am creeping up quickly when Jake was finally finishing up cleaning after the dinner rush. He was always the first to arrive at the kitchen, managing the prep for the night's menu and making sure all his kitchen staff showed up to work on time and sober. Well at least sober enough to not lose any appendages while wielding a knife.
He was also always the last to leave, taking a moment to himself to eat something while he waited for the restaurant manager to close since someone had to witness the cash being deposited into the safe.
“The fuck are you still doing here?” Jake’s bones nearly jumped out of his body at the sight of a tall and lanky figure stepping out of the shadows after he locked up the back door.
“Waiting for you” Sam replied with an amused laugh at the sight of startling his older brother.
Jake pressed past him, gripping the strap of his bag that held his notebook and his food-stained dirty jacket to be tossed in the wash when he got home. “Why?” He called backwards when Sam kept following him.
“I told Josh I’d help him set up for the party tomorrow night. Savanna ordered a few extra bottles at distributor price and they got delivered today so I’m going to drop them off at your place”.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Sam. She can get in trouble for that!” He scolded him. He wasn’t necessarily mad at Sam, because that sounded exactly like something he would do without thinking about the repercussions, but Savanna, he expected her to know better and not let Sam’s bad influence rub off on her so easily.
“Don’t worry” Sam sighed, annoyed already by Jake's tone. “I paid her for them, it’s not like they’re losing any money”.
“Yeah, only the taxes they have to pay on those extra bottles” he quipped back actually pissing Sam off because well he didn’t think about that and he didn’t like being proven wrong.
“Yeah, whatever, it was a one time deal. Won’t happen again, sir” he drew the last word out, picking fun at the way Jake’s head chef had come in and demanded everyone start referring to him as Sir now. He wouldn’t admit it outloud, especially to his brother, but he quite liked it.
Jake started working at the restaurant straight out of culinary school. A little over two years ago now whether he believed it or not.
He was the first to graduate, having chosen an easier academic path than his brothers. Josh had just graduated next, having taken him one year longer to receive his bachelor's degree in fine arts and filmmaking.
It was a tedious search to find an area that benefited both Jake and Josh's dreams, culinary arts and film. Neither of them were ready to part after highschool, but eventually they found what they were looking for in Nashville. They made the move expecting to grow used to being out on their own but only a couple years later Sam and his best friend followed them out here.
After Sam’s first year of college Jake decided he had gotten enough partying in and got him a job at the restaurant so he could keep an eye on him.
At first Sam was just a waiter, but he hated that. Being quick to an attitude and having a loose tongue were not favorable attributes for the position. He was constantly getting in arguments with the guests.
Just when Jake thought Sam would be fired he got moved into the position as bartender. The role fit Sam’s set of skills far better, Sam being a genius mixologist since before he was even legal to consume.
Then Jake found out that Sam and the bar manager were hooking up. Savanna didn’t strike him as Sam’s usual type, but who was he to get in the way of his brother’s needs.
“You got tomorrow night off right?” Sam questioned as he followed Jake to his car, helping himself to placing his bags and bottles into the backseat before climbing in up front.
Jake didn’t reply. Of course he’d gotten the night off, Josh would literally kill him if he missed it, but he was dreading it nonetheless.
It was Josh’s going away party. Now that he’d graduated he was moving to New York to start working on a few sets. He had impressed one of his professors that was still in touch with a few influential people on Broadway, giving Josh a recommendation and ultimately a test run at a job the summer right after graduation. It wasn’t film, Josh was excited to be getting started somewhere.
Although Jake was more than proud of his twin, the idea of living alone for the first time half way across the US from his other half made him sick to his stomach.
Before leaving Josh decided he wanted to host a party. He convinced Jake to agree to have it at their place since it was a central location. He had invited quite a few friends from school and Sam turned around and invited people from the restaurant against Jake's wishes.
When Sam asked him why he was so pissed off he had invited their ‘friends’ Jake merely rolled his eyes. He saw those people nearly six days a week. Home was his escape from work and he did not want to see any of them there. Well, all but one.
Then there was Danny.
Jake was very familiar with Danny. Having also grown up with him in Michigan. He was Sam’s childhood and still best friend who followed Sam follow his brothers to Nashville.
When he first heard that Danny was coming with Sam Jake was shocked. He knew the two of them had been close in highschool, but to leave home together, there had to be a deeper reason.
Then the pieces started to fit the more Jake observed him. Sam got Danny his old waiter position when he became a bartender. Stating it was just easier for them to work together than separately since they were coming from the same school and to the same apartment.
Danny and Jake were a lot alike compared to their counterparts. Sam and Josh were both chaotic and high energy. While Danny and Jake were overall more reserved and soft spoken.
The four of them were like chess pieces on opposite sides of the board. Josh was the king. The most protected piece, able to take a step in any direction, but always having to watch where he went. He was the oldest, by five minutes mind you, but he still took that very seriously. Always striving to be one worth looking up to.
Sam, whether he liked it or not, was the queen. Also able to move very freely. Being the youngest he had the world in the palm of his hand.
Jake and Danny were both knights, the king's knight and the queen's knight. They were restricted in their movements, constantly fighting and sacrificing themselves for the benefit of those most important to them.
Jake was bound by his dream, wanting to follow in his fathers footsteps. Although their dad never went through culinary school, he managed to open and run a successful restaurant back in their hometown, all while juggling raising three boys.
The three of them grew up in that restaurant, feeling obligated to put in some work when they were able to give back to their parents. It was never a chore for Jake though. He loved cooking, and just about the time he realized he was good at it, so did his father, having been the one to convince him to go to school.
The plan had always been to go back home and take over, but after graduating he realized he had developed a taste for the finer variety of the culinary world. The restaurant he worked in was much nicer than the family restaurant. Not that he wasn’t proud of where he came from. The demographic for restaurants in Michigan and the ever growing Nashville just called for different atmospheres.
Danny was bound by love. Jake knew Danny was in love with his younger brother. It was written all over the boy's face the way he stared longingly at his best friend when he thought no one was paying attention. He didn’t know if Sam knew Danny was in love with him. He hadn’t figured that one out for sure yet, but if he had to guess the way Sam heedlessly brought Savanna over to their shared apartment, the answer would be no.
Jake pulled into his parking spot in front of his apartment, waiting for Sam to gather all his things before locking the car.
Sam had a key, but his hands were too full to dig it out so Jake let them in instead.
“You crashing here tonight then?” Jake grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge to take back to his room with him, tossing one in his brother's direction. If the party was going to be anything like what Sam had been hyping up, then they both needed to start hydrating now.
“Yeah, Danny will be over tomorrow afternoon to help” Sam opened his water and downed about half of it before jumping onto the couch where he planned to make himself comfy for the rest of the night.
“Great, can’t wait”.
“Are we already out of the booze?” Jake groaned while shifting through the empty glass bottles on their counter top.
“Not by a long shot brother” Josh called him out of the kitchen and into the small laundry room. He lifted the lid to the washer and revealed it had been filled to the brim with ice, multiple cans of beer and more liquor stashed inside. “Didn’t have enough counter space” he grinned.
“Clever” Jake shook his head in disbelief but also thoroughly entertained by his brothers’ resourcefulness.
After retrieving a bottle he mixed a strong drink before braving returning to the living room.
Jake had been buzzed since before people started showing up, holding out on getting completely shit faced for his brother’s sake.
Josh introduced him to a few of his close classmates, each one being shocked to find out that Josh was indeed a twin. Jake put up an easy going front, but he was getting burnt out quickly. Tonight was his first night off in over a week and it was going to be his only night off this one. It was a bitch to get this night specifically off, having traded a few days and come in extra to make up for it. Of course Danny, Sam, and Savanna had also worked it out to come, so Jake couldn’t help but wonder how the place was doing without all of them.
“Think the dinner rush is going smoothly?” Someone who was reading his mind muttered from closely behind him, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
“Don’t sneak up on me, you know I scare easily” Jake spoke quietly back to Danny. He didn’t know why he felt the need to converse with him in a hushed tone when everyone else in the house was practically yelling at each other over the music. “Result of growing up with brothers who constantly played pranks on each other”.
“I remember,” Danny chucked, stepping up to stand next to Jake now instead of behind him “sorry”. he didn’t need to apologize, but the effort was still nice. “Are you enjoying the party?”
Jake sighed, letting his facade drop for the first time tonight. For Josh he had to be strong, Sam had done well in steering clear of him, but this was just Danny. “Honestly? I’m exhausted. There’s a dozen things I’d rather be doing with my day off”.
“I understand” Danny so easily responded. Although Jake knew Danny could get wild especially when getting into a mess with Sam, he retreated into a shell in big crowds of people he didn’t know as well as he did Jake and his brothers. He’d likely been masking all night too and was also relieved to be talking to just Jake.
Jake’s eyes kept scanning the room, watching Josh bounce around from group to group constantly making sure his guests were being entertained. If anyone was going to be exhausted by the end of the night it was going to be him, but for now he was feeding off the energy. Then his gaze found Sam, hand propped up against the wall as he leaned in towards his date, a pink flush in his face from his drink signifying he’d already had too much. He leaned over and whispered something into Savanna’s ear, making her blush even darker and giggle. In his peripheral he could see that Danny was also watching the exchange between Sam and his girl.
An idea hatched in his fuzzy brain, taking a large gulp of his cup for the courage to follow through with it. “Like I’d much rather be getting laid right now. Too bad the only one who looks like they're getting any around here is Sam”.
Jake knew he would get a rise out of Danny, he could see it in the way his grip was tightening around his cup. He did not expect Danny to say what he did though, and it was very intriguing.
“Jake, you could sleep with anyone you wanted to in this room” Danny nearly scoffed. He was getting riled up as Sam was now openly planting kisses down Savanna’s neck. He tore his eyes from them and looked down at Jake intently watching him in return.
“Like you?” Jake pressed, smirking when Danny’s jaw fell.
Jake had dabbled with both sex, never bothering labeling himself rather just letting himself experience every beautiful corner of sexuality his heart desired without too much thought. Some people, however, were off limits. On any other night his younger brother's best friend was definitely off limits.
As soon as he poured that last drink Jake knew he could kiss being sober goodbye, but what his drunken state was allowing him to do was none of his sober self’s business. It wasn’t a lie when he said he’d much rather be getting laid right now. The joke was that ever since he’d become aware of Danny’s secret little crush, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him.
“Jake, I-” Danny was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, not able to form a coherent sentence for everything that was running through his head right now.
“I’m going to make up an excuse to say goodnight to Josh so he’s not looking for me. You remember which one is my room right?”
Danny stayed silent, eyes flickering around to see if anyone was watching them have this shameful conversation, which no one was, then simply nodded his head.
Jake did just as he said, finishing his drink and pretending to be absolutely plastered as he approached his twin.
Danny watched, a smile fighting its way onto his face as Josh attempted offering to help Jake up the stairs, but Jake managed to convince him he could do it. With success, he turned around to send Danny a wink before trekking up and disappearing onto the second floor.
Danny made a stop by the kitchen, grabbing another plastic cup from the open package and filling it along with his before slipping away from the party.
He thought about knocking, but he had a cup in each hand now. His heart was pounding as he stood at the door, debating if he should just turn around and go back downstairs and deal with Jake being upset with him later.
Before he had too much time to think about it, the door opened and Jake was standing there having stripped down to only his boxers.
“Were you just going to stand there like a big idiot all night?” Jake had a permanent smirk on his face, making Danny question even further if this was a good idea or not.
Despite his better judgment he stepped inside, Jake shutting and locking the door behind him.
Danny’s eyes immediately went to his bed. It was large and dressed in deep red sheets with a matching duvet, taking up most of the room centered on the far wall. The headboard had built-in shallow shelves, just enough to fit a few books and some other various nicknacks.
He turned around to face Jake now, thrusting the extra cup into his chest until he took it from him.
“Thanks” Jake chuckled, making Danny’s blood rush at the sound mixed with the sight of his smooth chest barely rising and falling with the breaths it took to do so. He took a sip of the drink, actually wincing at the taste. “Damn Danny, you trying to actually get me plastered? Or do you just have to be that drunk to sleep with me?”
“Hmm?” Danny still hadn’t found his words yet, taking a drink of his cup as well to see he had mixed them really strong, but by complete accident. “No, it’s just-”
Jake cut him off again, his nerves making him talkative whereas it made Danny speechless. “Look, you don’t have to do this. It’s just I haven’t gotten any in a long time. You know what it’s like at work, I don’t have time to be trying to meet people. We know and trust each other, so it’s just convenient if we can help each other out with this”.
Jake took Danny’s cup from him and placed the both of them down onto the desk in the corner, moving slowly so Danny could think about what he’d said.
“How did you know?” Danny finally managed to speak up, but Jake didn’t understand exactly what he was trying to get at. “How did you know I’m into guys?”
If Jake was in his right mind then maybe he could have come up with something to say, but instead the truth came sliding out. “Because I know you’re in love with Sam”.
Well if that wasn’t a mood killer then he didn’t know what was.
Again, Danny was shocked into silence. He wanted to deny it, but knowing Jake as long as he had he actually felt a little relieved that someone knew his secret. Someone who he was also close with and knew would keep it quiet until he was finally ready to tell. If he was ever ready to tell.
“Don’t worry, this doesn’t have to mean anything” Jake tried to salvage this energy between them. He’d gone as far as to get Danny up into his room, and he would be damned if they backed out now. (Well actually if Danny said he felt uncomfortable or decided he actually didn’t want to then of course Jake would back off, but until then he was going to try to keep pressing forward).
“We’re both adults now, with needs” Jake started back over towards Danny, maintaining an intense eye contact as he carefully approached. “Needs that can easily be satiated tonight”. He reached over and placed his hands on either side of Danny’s waist, putting solid pressure in each of his fingertips.
Danny’s form was stiff underneath his touch, but was quickly softening as Jake tugged at him to move forward. Once he broke free of the imaginary roots holding his legs in place, Danny stepped forward, letting their lower bodies press together. Jake slid one hand up his still clothed torso, trailing it around his shoulder and burying it into the hair at the nape of his neck. “You have needs don’t you Danny?”
Danny shuddered at the feeling of Jake's fingers massaging his scalp, allowing himself to reach over and cup Jake's flushed face in his large hands. “Yes, I do” he sighed heavily, his warm sweet breath tickling Jake's cheeks with how close they were, but something was still holding him back.
“Besides, I do look somewhat like Sam. You can pretend I’m him, I don’t mind. Just for tonight”. With that Jake pulled Danny down into a heated kiss.
All of the force was in Jake's lips, but Danny reciprocated the kiss just with more hesitancy.
He already felt himself slipping away, the allure of Danny becoming stronger the closer he allowed himself to get. His lips parted ever so slightly, not enough for Jake to get his tongue inside, but enough for him to slit his lips in between. He took Danny’s bottom lip between his, now able to taste him, the warmth and bitterness of his drink still so fresh. Jake nibbled on Danny’s bottom lip before letting him go to take a step back and gauge his reaction.
“If we are going to do this then I need to know you want to. There can’t be any weirdness between us after this. We still have to work together, be around each other, and act like nothing has changed between us”.
Jake spoke with certainty, or at least he was doing a very good job at reassuring him that he was. In reality he was just as hesitant and nervous as Danny was. He did hope this would change something between them. Jake was determined to rock Danny’s world tonight. To treat him both as gently and as rough as a man like Danny deserved so he’d have no choice but to come crawling back to Jake for more.
Even if Danny couldn’t love Jake the way he loved Sam, at least Jake would have this. At the end of the night, he hoped that it would be enough.
Danny pulled Jake back against him, letting his head fall onto his shoulder, his curly hair tickling Jake's jaw, and just held him there for a moment.
Jake had to concentrate on standing still. Sure he had been this close to him before, they’d had their fair share of friendly hugs over the years. He’d never given him a hug with a half hard-on though.
Their hugs usually only lasted a short while, but Danny wasn’t breaking contact as he fought to think of a reason not to indulge. A real reason besides the obvious one. That if Sam ever found out he’d be furious with the both of them.
Danny turned his face in towards Jake's neck and let his lips brush over the sensitive raised skin there, finally admitting “I want to”.
He placed a kiss there, then higher up on his neck, his jaw, his cheek, until his lips landed back on Jake’s to seal the deal.
Something seemed to snap inside Danny, he let go of whatever last bit of reservations he had and really let himself succumb to the darkness within himself.
He’d always noticed this siren-like allure Jake had. He was appealing to put it simply, the way he played to his strengths without boasting about his accomplishments. Not very many men could keep themselves humble, but Jake never even wavered in his standards even as he took control.
Without letting his lips leave Danny’s again Jake mumbled “let’s go to the bed then. Unless you want me to tackle you to the floor?”
He felt Danny’s lips curl into a smile just before he gripped Jake's hips and spun them around. Backing him up through his room until Jake's legs hit the edge of his bed. Jake fell backwards into its embrace, curling his fingers around the collar of Danny’s sweater and pulling him down on top of him in the same motion.
With his feet still on the ground in front of the bed, Danny was bent over above him. One hand firmly planted on the bed next to his head and the other was roaming the expanse of bare skin on Jake's side, stopping every few inches to grip and squeeze then moving on as he deepened the kiss. Jake wasn’t expecting this position so soon, but it wasn’t a bother, he knew he could still take back control even from this angle.
Jake parted his lips now, a wide invitation that Danny graciously accepted, diving his tongue inside for his own taste.
With Danny distracted in exploring his mouth, Jake took the initiative to test taking it to the next step by wrapping one of his legs around Danny’s hips. His calf came to settle on the swell of Danny’s ass, and he leveraged himself up so that their fronts could grind together.
Danny let out a sound that wasn’t quite a moan yet, more like a stifled plea for more. Then his hand left Jake’s side, moving lower to gather his other leg and pull it around his hip as well before bucking back harder into Jake.
They were both fully hard now, rutting their erections on each other through their clothes like a couple of horny teenagers just trying to prove how turned on they were right now.
Jake was trying to remain patient, but now that Danny had reciprocated his desire, it was becoming harder (literally harder) to not lose his cool.
Despite how badly he wanted Danny right now, whatever way and in whatever position he would give it to him, Jake didn’t know the extent of Danny’s sexual history or if he’d ever been with another guy before.
He’d already accepted coming into this that he’d have to be the one to keep them focused and make sure enough prep had been done before things got too far.
They both needed a breath, so Jake pulled away first. “I sure hope your idea of getting laid doesn’t include staying completely dressed” he teased.
Danny stood back up, letting Jake's knees fall to the side onto the bed and worked at his belt buckle. As soon as he got the belt undone the button and zipper was next, undoing the both to allow a little more room for himself.
Jake wanted to complain when Danny abandoned what he was doing at his hips but quickly became appeased again when he reached up to instead lift his sweater off revealing a more toned torso than he remembered.
He had to bite his lips to keep himself from the subjective commentary that was flooding his brain since Danny seemed somewhat unsure of himself.
He wanted Danny to feel comfortable around him otherwise he wouldn’t be able to fully enjoy himself and Jake couldn’t have that.
Sitting up, Jake took over for him, digging his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and helping slide them down, his boxers getting caught and pulled off with them.
Jake held eye contact with Danny as he felt him spring free between them. Starting with one hand, but without looking away, Jake reached down and felt him.
He could already tell he was larger than he’d even expected, not too big, but so hard that he almost pulled back from his touch. “Fuck, Danny” Jake breathed out as he slowly tightened his grip and offered some relief.
Danny put his hands on both of Jake's shoulders to steady himself and he sighed and leaned his head back. “Yeah, that’s the hope” he chuckled once he’d gotten over the initial sensitivity of being touched by someone else for the first time in a while.
Now that Danny wasn’t watching, Jake took the opportunity to look down. He looked even bigger with Jake's hand wrapped around him. Jake had seen Danny naked before, plenty of fourth of Julys were spent at home changing together in the back of a van at the lake. Back then though Jake hadn’t dared look too far nor did he know at the time that he would someday be excited by seeing Danny.
Excited he was indeed, having to palm himself over his boxers for a second just to ease himself a little bit before moving onto his next course of action.
Danny felt Jake disappear as he lowered himself onto his elbows and knees on the bed in front of him. He took Danny by surprise as he traded his hand for his mouth, his plump lips stretched out as they wrapped around the tip.
“Fuck” Danny hissed, tangling his fingers in Jake’s hair as he started to bob his head.
Jake reached up again, stroking the base of his shaft now that he’d gotten it nice and slippery. “Yeah, that’s the hope” he pulled off just to repeat Danny’s smart aleck comment then went back in with even more vigor than before, sucking and twisting all at the same time.
The fingers in his hair tightened and he knew what that meant. Removing his hand, he let Danny rock his hips further into Jake's mouth until he was brushing up against the back of his throat.
“I’m close” Danny groaned, warning Jake since he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from continuing until he’d released.
With that Jake gave him one last cheek hollowed suck before popping off and backing further onto the bed.
Danny whimpered at the feeling of the cool air hitting his wet cock. Wishing now he hadn’t said anything so he could have stayed in the warmth of his mouth for even just a minute longer. A minute longer was about all he was going to last though, and he didn’t want to be finished yet.
“My turn” Jake called for Danny to join him, laying back and lifting his hips to slide off his boxers.
Danny looked anxious, maybe he had never done this before, but followed Jake's command, crawling over to him on the bed with determination in his eyes.
“You don’t have to blow me. Another time perhaps” Jake reminded him that they didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to, but only wished Danny would be willing to try a few things.
“I need you to help me with something else, you see a blue book up there?” He nodded to the headboard above him. Danny’s eyes scanned the few books, quickly finding the one Jake was referring to and reaching to pick it up. Something about it felt off, it was light compared to its size, but the weight distribution was also moving as he brought it down and handed it over.
Jake pulled the cover back to reveal the book was actually hollow, containing a stack of condoms and a small bottle of lube.
“Often jerk off while reading in bed?” Danny questioned his stash as Jake retrieved the bottle and tore off one of the foil squares before handing him the book to put back.
“Wouldn’t you like to know” Jake smugly replied, opening the bottle and squeezing the tiniest amount since he knew a little went a long way onto his hand then coating his member with the slick gel.
Danny watched Jake work himself with wide eyes. The way Jake laid there seemingly without any fear and let Danny see him in such an intimate state, it was breathtaking.
“Have you ever fingered someone before?” Jake questioned. All teasing and jokes had left his tone, instead he was completely serious and trying to keep his breathing steady.
“I’m not a virgin” Danny replied, slightly chagrin about Jake's doubting of his skills.
“Noted. Good to know, but what I asked is have you ever fin-” it was Jake's turn to be cut off when Danny quickly snatched up the bottle and squeezed some onto his fingers before positioning them at his backside.
“Woah! Ok! Easy! You have to go easy”. Jake tried to scoot away, but Danny placed his free hand on his hip and pulled him back down until his inner thighs came in contact with Danny’s knees.
“Relax, you have to relax” he copied the same pattern of speech, but with a soothing voice as he leaned down and connected their lips once again before slowly easing a finger inside. “See, I do know what I’m doing”.
Trusting in his friend, Jake did relax, moving his hand that had gone steady against himself to grip Danny’s thigh letting all his tension reside there instead of other places.
“Does it feel good?” Danny questioned after a few moments of working another in.
Jake let a long breath out through his nose, “actually, you can go a little harder, if you want”.
“You don’t have to tell me twice” he gave Jake one more peck on the lips then twisted his fingers upwards before pressing further inside, as far as his knuckles would let him go.
“Oh!” Jake felt his voice nearly squeak when Danny managed to brush up against the spot no one else had managed to reach with just their fingers before. Jake never minded being fingered, but it was usually just a means to reach a better goal. The way Danny was handling him though, it was different than anyone else he’d ever been with before. It was like Danny was trying to make him enjoy it.
“How about now?”
“Oh god Danny, enough, I’m ready for you now”. Jake moved his grip from Danny’s thigh to his forearm, desperately trying to pull him away. “Would you lay down? I like to start out on top”.
The sound of that was appealing enough to get Danny to retreat, removing himself from between Jake's legs and flopping onto his back next to him.
Jake found the condom he’d left at his side, tearing it open before lifting himself up and mounting Danny.
He was situated just above his knees so he could roll the condom on before inching forward. A pair of big tanned hands caressed his thighs as he got into position.
Jake paused, allowing himself to study Danny’s face as he lowered himself onto him, slowly letting out the breath he was holding in as he did so.
Danny closed his eyes, letting his fingers dig into Jake's skin just as Jake had into his. “You’re really tight” he groaned, wiggling his hips trying to get comfortable.
“I know, I might have gotten a little ahead of myself, I forgot how big you are. Just give me a second” he placed his hands on the chest of the man below him. Then letting his legs do the work he began to move, the leftover lube inside of him from Danny’s fingers just enough to help him glide up and down.
“Forgot?” Danny panted, his hands traveling from Jake's thighs to his rocking hips. “I guess I’ll just have to make sure you don’t forget again”.
It felt like the earth turned on its axis, and suddenly Jake felt the bed beneath him again. Danny managed to stay tucked inside during the move, lifting Jake's leg onto his hip like the position they’d been in earlier.
He lifted Jake’s lower half barely off the mattress and began thrusting, making Jake cry out at the sudden deepness and shocking sensation he was driving through his body.
This was not how he imagined the night playing out. He meant to work up to it, build some pressure, make it last long. The way Danny was man handling him right now sent the plans of all the dirty things he wanted to do to him flying out the window.
Jake was glad the party still seemed to be going strong downstairs, the music a cover for his moans. In hindsight he had probably been a little ambitious in the way he egged Danny on. It really had been a while since he had gotten any, and Danny was giving it to him so good now that he was already dangerously close to the edge.
He reached in between their sweating bodies, stroking himself to his limit. “I’m going to cum,” he staggered out, “just don’t stop what you’re doing”.
Danny’s moves were faltering, he was close too, but he managed to keep it up just long enough for Jake to finish, clenching around him as his body quaked with pleasure.
Since he came so quickly, he’d expected to have to finish Danny off, but as soon as his body settled Danny dropped to his elbows, burying his hands into Jake's long hair.
If it had been anyone else Jake would have pushed him off. The overstimulation was getting to be too much especially now that his spent cock was caught pressed against their bodies, but Danny seemed so close he just bore down and let him have it.
With one more heavy thrust Danny was coming undone, his brows furrowed and his eyes clenched closed. Jake watched again as the smallest bead of sweat rolled down the tip of his nose and dripped onto his lips. His tongue darted out to lick it away, then he pulled his lips between his teeth, one silent word leaving his mouth.
It didn’t matter if Danny didn’t say it aloud, Jake had seen him say it a thousand times, he’d recognized it on Danny’s lips anyway.
Sam
Part 2
#Greta van fic#greta van smut#greta van angst#Janny gvf#Sanny gvf#jake kiszka#Danny Wagner#Sam kiszka#Spotify
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TXT AND HOW THEY GET HAUNTED !
choi yeonjun !
he actually sorta got a crush
like he saw the woman walking around the lonesome, dark roads with her hair flowing behind her every night he got out of his part time job
man's sure to get curious about the mysterious beauty that entrances him
like yeah he doesnt wanna tap that yet but maybe the curiosity to see how she looks was much greater
so by the third week he's like okay imma approach her
but not be a creep so he takes advice from his friend taehyun
who is equally bitchless but at least he knows about the etiquettes and all the things gentleman are supposed to do
he knows that taehyun knows he saw him reading a book about it
and he also got an older sister
taehyun HAS to know
but taehyun is like, bro u gotta approach her when there's people around you cannot approach alone that's creepy
and yeonjun is like, my man u rite but i only see her at 3 am
and beomgyu pitches his head in, oh that sounds like content, can I come?
so they both kick beomgyu out of the table and huddle up together hatching plans to respectfully hit her up
and they reach the conclusion and go like, excuse me, like yeah that sounds plausible
so yeonjun patiently waits for the night to come, counting the hours to 3 am
and when he's out of work he looks around to get a glimpse of her, sadness already starting to surround the expanse of his chest until saw the similar flowy hair of the woman
she was like a mermaid without the water, her hair moved as if it had a life had its own, bewitching yeonjun more and more as he looked on
until he had followed her to a dead end and the woman finally stopped, turning around to face him for the first time
she was goregous from what he could make out of her face in the moonlight hidden in the canopy of glum clouds
'wow' he muttered, truly fascinated by the alluring woman, she could only let out a slight laughter, cocking her head to the side.
'my my aren't you a dumb kid'
this wasn't the first time he had heard someone say but before she could react he had started to walk closer, the bells in her anklet finally echoing into his head
forcing him to look down and see her feet which were turned
'biTCH WHAT THE FUCK'
yeonjun yelled when the realization dawned upon him
he wanted scream and run away but he knew if he had done that, the witch was gonna catch up to him and probably suck all the life source and semen out of of it
so he turned back quickly and shoved the witch into the wall and held her hair in his hand
'BITCH GET THE FUCK AWAY OT I'LL RIP OUT OF HAIR'
man used his hands to get a nail cutter of his pocket
'DONT TRY ME'
the witch let out a banshee like scream before disappearing out of his grasp
and then he ran to a shaman
boy sprinted
bc he was the only who could afford it
like with installments
the few people started saying story that they saw a blur though their windows that night for few good weeks
the worst outcome out of it was that he might get bad luck for at least a a year in his love life bc of his lil crush on the witch
man's just hurt and dejected
he got himself brushed off the negative energies and changed his shifts tho
now beomgyu is after his ass to get an exclusive interview from him about his experience
and he might be more persistent than the bad luck on his love life
choi soobin !
he is roped in by his not so good friend, beomgyu by joining him in the summoning of the age old spirit of a haunted school
at first he pretended not to hear beomgyu screeching his name from the other side of the road bc he had already blocked his number when he even mentioned the word haunted.
but he knows beomgyu, he's like a sticky gum stuck under your shoe's sole that will not fall off unless you scrub it through a barbed surface
but since he can't do that without catching a felony charge, he ignores
but beomgyu is a force to be reckoned with and he has cash
which he offers soobin and he agrees
as taehyun says, capitalism is the true horror of this world
so he goes there and beomgyu has set up his camera
and he's got his capitalistic smile on like, 'yes beloved viewers we here in your most requested school of all time'
'this is my good friend soobin he shall be my accomplice tonight'
soobin should have sensed that something would have gone wrong by the time beomgyu had linked his name with his one
but money kept his mouth shut
'the only school you wanna visit amirite'
so soobin and beomgyu both sat facing each other in the creepy atmosphere of the darkened class room that looked like it had better days
soobin wasn't really scared
he believes in them ofc but he knows they cannot be awaken by two men doing a shit show in the middle of the ni-
he could swear to his lord that he saw some bench move on its own
he told beomgyu to look and the mf was like brushing it off with his hand
'nah its just some minor ghost trying to stop nothing new nothing new'
soobin is just looking at him like beomgyu grew three head with his eyeballs about to pop
he knew it was a bad idea to tangle yourself with occult
it was even worse to get yourself mixed up with beomgyu
he really should have listened to his mother
'if the big boss spirit is here pls appear'
and the chairs moved again with time scratches on the board
soobin felt his heart on his tongue but beomgyu still continued as if nothing had happened
'YOU DIPSJIT LOOK BEHIND U'
soobin screamed, ofc adorning with much more insults but beomgyu had muted that in the post production
'we never look back during these things bro'
'BRO WE ARE GONNA DIE'
beomgyu only looked at the night vision camera and mouthed, 'rookie'
by the time whatever they had invited had lurked even closure further causing to soobin to flail like a headless chicken, trying his best to get his hands out of beomgyu's one but man's had a death grip on the older one
'if the big boss is here pls enter my friends body I have got my some-'
but before beomgyu could finish
soobin had his hands out and balled in a fist lurching at beomgyus face then he passed out on the floor immediately
the video still went up, hit platinum and got beomgyu the paranormal investigator award and the most popular influencer that year
soobin also got his fame after his clip of him punching beomgyu and passing out went viral
beomgyu even visited soobin in the hospital
and a sequel was shot outside the hospital morgue with soobin in a wheelchair clutching a Bible.
choi beomgyu !
honestly is it even a surprise that man probably was asking for it
was going through a street with bad reputation and his bitch ass went
'guys do u dare me to go inside?'
'oh em gee guys I can't believe you're making me go there'
'haha staph it'
he looks behind and all his friends are like gone
decides to record the show in his phone
comes into the haunted house to show off his balls of steel
"clANK CLANK BITCHES COME HERE pOSESS ME"
laughs maniacally
all the big momma ghosts clutching onto their baby ghosts while he's having his rampage in the middle of the debris of what once used to be an extravagant living room
with his audacity, he should have had his head snapped in a few seconds of him opening his mouth
but thankfully he lasted long enough to bear through all the furnitures shaking violently to expel him from the vicinity
but he only got content for his little video which he was gonna get famous from
his thought process, not mine
the sun had already set, all the ghosts already tired of him running around the house shooting every corner while insulting them and their ancestors
the last trump card was the illusion of a woman hanging in the air with her neck broken and hair covering her face
but instead of running out, he tried to interview the poor woman about the house
ended up chasing her around the stairs to get his answer and only got his goosebumps when the woman disappeared before him
left the house unpossessed with content that got him a YouTube career
goes around haunted houses now traumatising ghosts out of their own abode
and the first house? yeah the ghosts shifted, the momma was like this is not safe for my kid and the shame was far too great for them to reside in that house
kang taehyun !
doesn't believe in shit
the only thing he believes in is capitalism
'it is the real horror of life wake up'
gets salty when his friends fall asleep when he's giving his lil ted talks about the declining humanities
now he actually got dared to go inside to go to a haunted house
it was only bc he started to talk about global warming and his friends wanted him to shut up so they used misdirection
mffer rolls his eyes walking through the door
the silence is loud, clear and judging
its taehyun who is judging ofc
hands crossed looking around unimpressed like yes as if id get possessed
spends a few minutes walking around before he gets bored and walks out unscathed
his friends are like actually surprised bc this haunted house was known to be extremely active but he only rolls his eyes at them, not telling how his shoulder had started to feel heavier after he left the house
the possessions started only 3 days after when he noticed his laundry spilled over the floor
at first he's like did my neighbours cat get in bc he clearly remembers putting them in their place
next time he sees dicks drawn on his statistic homework
porn starting at 3 am on his laptop
man gets up so fast that he breaks his back shutting his laptop down to diffuse the obscene sounds and pray to his lord till morning breaks out
no matter how much it hurts taehyun to admit that ghosts does indeed exist, he had to admit that he is being possessed by a ghost of a pervert
he would get a priest but they are unfortunately very expensive
so that's why he calls his friend huening kai, over and discusses how much taehyun is bitchless and will remain a bitchless for a long time until the ghost gets fed up and leaves him.
does a salt bath, and regularly drinks holy water to expel any negative energy from his life.
huening kai !
it was the spirit who was stuck in his apartment
so when hyuka was heard about the apartment being rented in a dirt cheap rate he was sprinting
at first the agent was like as long as I get money it's fine with me idk about someone's plates being broken at 3 am, I'll blame it on the cat in this floor
but then he saw hyuka's smile and the man's hidden conscious woke up like no he cannot subject this poor, little, summer, sweet child to a haunted apartment
man's clutching the keys while hyuka tries to pry it out of his hands while grinning so much that his lips were about to fall off
'yk i can get you better house, this house is,'
comes in close to whisper since he really isn't allowed to spill all the secrets
'not nice,'
hyuka stares at him blankly, still not pulling away
'is it cheaper than this one?'
agents pulls away and loosens his grip. guilt forever etched on his heart for letting such calamity befall on a precious human being
hyuka settles in pretty quick, the odd behaviour of the agent already out of his head
but then he starts noticing the odd things in his apartment like his bed made when he rolled out for his morning classes
or his dishes already washed
'its quite unfortunate for the youth of this new digital generation for his first guess to be spirits haunting him,'
that's what taehyun tells him when he shares his experience of the past days
'but bro its true,'
taehyun scoffs like, 'bet'
like yes taehyun has had been haunted before but he truly cannot believe all his ghost friend did was help around the house
truth be told he was salty
like his ghosts sexually harassed him meanwhile hyukas one cook him soup in the morning
the injustice of this world even go further than the living realm
truly set a bad taste in taehyuns mouth
but then he visits hyukas apartment and as his prior roommate he KNOWS
THIS MANS CANT TIDY AFTER HIMSELF
so he's like yes I believe u
and then they discuss the pros and cons of living with a ghost
like taehyun pulls out a whole board and hyuka gets the coffee the ghost has made for him
likes yes the ghost is basically his caretaker but he literally doesn't have any privacy but then again he is livinG THE LIFE
but they decide to exorcise the ghost and call for their friend beomgyu
because a shaman is expensive and priests are judgy
they find some self exorcising books online and read through them before selecting one that had the least amount of expensive ingredients
so beomgyu turns up with a packet salt, two incense and a printed talisman
'and I got a lipstick if your ghost buddy wants to leave a message
taehyun is like bro there's pen and paper
and beomgyu sulks and threaten to leave so they make do with the lipstick for the sake of aesthetic '
they start doing as the instruction stated and start to chanting to expel the spirit
now they don't know if the exorcise worked, or its the presence of beomgyu
beomgyu had accumulated quite the reputation for being a spirit repeller
the ghost had left while leaving a message on his mirror
which was the lost of things he had to take care before saying goodbye
beomgyu cried for 30 mins after seeing that calling hyuka a selfish bitch ass for kicking out such nice people
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Endorphins (Part 2)
Pairing: Reader/Billy Russo
Warnings: cursing, angst, pain, the usual dark shit. I don't wanna tag it too like specifically to keep the suspense alive lmao the usual Punisher type of bullshit. It’s nothing you haven’t read before if you’ve read my other angsty shit.
A/N: Soooo this was a request but it turned into multiple parts because I got carried away. And I don't wanna put the request on here like I usually do because of spoilers lmaooo
But to answer the rest of your ask anon, I know, I was away awhile. Life hasn’t been kind to me and then I ended up knee-deep in another fandom lmao But I’m back babeeeyyyy!! ;)
Also, the name of this series is from a Don Broco song with the same name. If you don’t know who they are, check them out. They’re my fav band and I love them.
Yeah, alright, yeah, alright, yeah, alright
Transfusing my blood in the morning
Yeah, alright, yeah, alright, yeah, alright
Be snoozing that lust in the morning
Do you right, do you right, do you right
I'll give it all up in the morning
What a life, what a life, what a life
Still feeling that crush, feeling that
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You shivered a little as you stood on the sidewalk, getting fed up of waiting for the cab. You’d called ages ago now and it never took this long for one to turn up. You’d been working at Anvil for a little over two months now and you’d fully settled in the place. After you’d told yourself to stop being weird with Billy, you found it easier to be around him. You’d actually become friends with him. He’d even invited you out a few times for drinks with Frank, Karen, Curtis and some guy named Micro. You were doing well at your job and enjoying it. You’d been sitting in on Billy’s meetings and he’d started to ask you advice on things that Mr Johnson never would have asked you about. He even asked you to meet with some of the smaller clients he knew you could handle on his behalf if he was busy. Things were really looking up. You weren’t as anxious as you used to be either. Twice a week for over a month, Billy had trained with you until you felt confident about your self-defense. You only had a few times of feeling like someone was watching you but no one had followed you since that one time, so you knew it was just the residual after-effect of being creeped out. You still took cabs home from work though. But this night, you’d stayed to work a little later. And now the cab seemed like it wasn't turning up. You really didn’t live that far and the longer you stayed out on the street, the colder you got and that creepy feeling started to set in and you didn’t like it.
“Fuck it,” you huffed, starting to walk. You’d get home quicker at this rate. Your steps were hurried in your desperation to get home. You wanted a nice hot bath when you got in, you felt the cold down to your bones. You were just considering which bubble bath to use when you were grabbed and shoved into an alleyway. You yelped, not expecting it, and your back hit the brick wall with such force, you knew it would bruise. You blinked with wide eyes at the man in front of you. The one holding a very large fucking knife like he was ready to shiv you. He looked way older than you, years of drug use all over his face as he snarled at you. Any training Billy had shown you seemed to fly right out of the window with your worst fear facing you. You felt weak and pathetic.
“Give me your bag,” he growled at you. You took a shaky breath. You knew you should just give it to him but this month's rent was in there and also your phone that had your life on it. Not only personal, but all your work schedules and meetings and important client info. You tried to remember what Billy had taught you before your hand darted out, grabbing the wrist with the knife and using your other arm to bend his at an unnatural angle. He screamed as the knife clattered to the floor and as he moved away, you made a run for the mouth of the alley. But then you were grabbed again and shoved to the floor. Before you had a chance to get up, you felt a blinding pain in the side of your head that made you see stars. He’d punched you.
“You fucking, bitch! You want me to kill you?!” he yelled angrily. He hit you again and you felt it as your lip split, your mouth filling with the coppery tang of your blood. As you lay on the damp and dirty floor, resigned to the fact he was probably going to kill you, the sound of giggling and talking hit your ears.
“Shit,” the man muttered, swiping your bag off the ground before running off to the other end of the alley. You blinked blearily, noting one of your eyes was swelling badly and you couldn't see out of it. And then a group of five women walked past the end of the alley all looking dressed up and ready for a night on the town.
“Oh my god!” one of them called out, signaling to the others before they all hurried over to you. You couldn't make out who was saying what as they all muttered their concern and one of them helped you sit up. Your head was spinning.
“We should call the cops,” one said frantically.
“We need to get her to the hospital,” another said quickly.
“No. No, please, I just wanna go home,” you whispered, voice wobbling as the emotion of being mugged hit you hard. You felt so embarrassed that after all Billy had shown you, you couldn't even defend yourself. Not only that, but he’d taken your rent money and your phone. You wondered if Billy would be mad at you. You’d asked him about having certain work things on your phone, confidentiality and all. But he’d told you it was fine, to just make sure to look after it. And you’d failed. The girls tried to argue with you, but after you insisted some more, they offered to walk home with you. Through your hazy brain, half concussion probably, and half just trauma, you managed a thank you to them before you went inside and right up to your apartment. As soon as your door shut, the sobs started. Your whole body was shaking, your chest burning hard. You wobbled over to the mirror, wincing at your face. Your left eye was swollen shut and already purple, your lip split and blood all over your chin. You looked a mess. You sat on your bed and cried for what felt like forever. But then the buzzer for your apartment started going frantically. Your heart stopped, wondering if the man had followed you home even though you knew it was stupid. He wouldn't be buzzing to be let in, as if you’d just buzz him right up for round two. After a few minutes of it none stop going off, you stood on shaky legs. Your back hurt like a bitch too and you could only imagine how bruised it was. You took a deep breath before pressing the intercom.
“Hello?” you asked shakily.
“Y/N?! Jesus Christ, let me up!” Billy demanded, sounding desperate yet relieved to hear your voice. You were far too confused about why he was here to think about the way he was behaving and too muddled in the brain to ask him. So instead, you let him up. But while he was on his way up, you remembered the state of your face and you felt panic prickle at you. You’d have to tell him what happened. He’d be disappointed in you for being awful at looking after yourself and then just be pissed you lost your phone. You felt like you couldn't breathe by the time he was knocking on your door.
You opened it, quickly walking inside before he could see you. If he was going to cause a scene, you at least wanted it to happen inside the privacy of your apartment. He shut the door behind him before looking at you. He looked like someone smacked him for a moment, staring dumbly at you as his dark eyes seem to take in each and every injury. At least, the ones he could see.
“I…” he fumbled, mouth clamping shut as a deep concerned frown overtook his face. He took a step toward you but stopped when you wrapped your arms around yourself and looked down.
“Why are you here?” you asked, voice sounding raw. You hadn't meant it to sound so feeble but you weren't feeling so brave right about now. He had this weird sad look on his face for a moment. Like you just told him his puppy was about to die. But then it hardened a little and you saw him roll his shoulder. Something you noticed he did when he was pissed off or stressed.
“‘Cause I tried to call you about the meeting tomorrow and some asshole answered your phone. I know you ain’t in the habit of givin’ your phone to strangers so I knew somethin’ was wrong,” he muttered tensely. He took another step towards you then, his face softening a little.
“What happened?” he asked gently. You figured you could try to be brave and tell him the truth. But mortifyingly, instead, you burst into tears. He rushed over to you instantly, gathering you in his arms as he held you like you were made of glass. But after crying it out a little, you moved away and angrily wiped your good eye and shook your head.
“I’m so stupid! I got mugged. Fucking mugged, Billy! After everything you taught me, I wasn't able to stop it. And- And… he took my rent money. And my phone! I lost my phone, I’m so sorry!” you rambled through your crying. He looked offended for a moment before he carefully took your face and made you look up at him.
“That's a joke, right? You think I give a shit about the phone when you're standin’ here hurt like this?” he scoffed. You felt the shame burrow deep inside of you.
“I don't know what to think right now. My head’s a mess,” you wept pitifully. He carefully guided you to the couch and eased you to sit before he dropped to his knees in front of you. You had half a mind to tell him your floors were a little dusty and he’d ruin his nice pants but you couldn't get the words out.
“I don’t care about the phone, I don’t care about any of that. All I care about is you right now,” he insisted. It made you feel a little better. Now you just felt bad that you thought he’d be mad at you. If your head wasn't so fuzzy you’d probably have realized that now you were friends, of course he’d care you were hurt. Just the same way as he would if it was Karen this had happened to. You sniffled, wiping your good eye again as you willed the tears to stop.
“Have you been checked out at hospital?” he asked concerned, his eyes once again darting to your messed up eye and lip. You shook your head, not wanting to speak or you’d only cry harder again. It was bad enough he was seeing you like this. You wanted to crawl in a hole and stay there.
“You gotta get checked out, Y/N. You look…” he trailed off with a wince and you snorted through your tears.
“A mess?” you asked self-deprecatingly. He frowned and shook his head.
“Ain’t no scenario on this earth where you look a mess. You look in pain. And I don’t like it, so get your ass up. We’re goin’,” he muttered firmly, standing up and giving you a look that told you he meant it. You didn't have the brain power to think more on his words as you stood up reluctantly.
“Can I…?” you trailed off as you tried to breathe, sniffling again. You felt like you’d been crying forever at this point but it seemed like it was slowly calming down as your body got used to the shock it was going through. “Can I change into something more comfortable?” you asked softly. You were still in your work clothes. Now bloody and needing to be thrown away. You weren't sure how long you’d be waiting in the emergency room and you wanted to at least feel more comfortable.
“You need any help?” he asked, his face the picture of concern. But you shook your head and tried to give him a smile that was probably more of a grimace.
You went into your room and carefully got changed into an oversized tee and some leggings. You slipped on some fluffy slipper boots and didn't care how stupid you might look leaving the apartment with them on. Comfort was your main priority right now given the fact your body was suffering with the opposite. You grabbed a zip-up hoodie and threw it on before wandering out to the living area again. Billy stopped his pacing, giving you a sad smile as you walked over. He hovered next to you the whole time you walked down the stairs and until you got in his car. But you didn't mind it. It made you feel safe. The ride was tense on the way to the hospital. Now your tears had stopped, you felt like all the energy had been sucked out of you.
“When you’re done here, you’re gonna tell me what this piece of shit looks like,” Billy growled, his hands tightening around the wheel. You nodded numbly, not really caring. You didn't really know what Billy was planning on doing with that information but right then, all you felt was an empty hollow nothingness. You were sure you were still in shock.
You felt like you’d waited forever to be seen at the hospital but then you were ushered in to be seen with Billy. You’d sat on the examination table, Billy in the chair, as you told the doctor about what happened to you. Billy’s leg had been bouncing around but by the time you finished your story, he looked ready to crawl out of his skin.
“Okay Miss Y/L/N, do you need Mr Russo to leave while I examine you?” the doctor asked kindly. You shook your head, not even thinking to ask if Billy was okay with staying. He was bringing you comfort and you didn’t want him to leave. With a nod, the doctor started to look at your injuries. When he’d lifted up your top to look at your back, you’d heard Billy suck in a breath so you knew it must have been badly bruised. After he’d given you a good look over, he scribbled on his chart before looking at you.
“You have a minor concussion. I’m going to prescribe you some pain medication for the pain and you need to rest up. Take some time off work. Do you need me to write a medical note?” he asked.
“No need. She can have all the time off she needs,” Billy muttered from where he was sitting, holding himself tightly. The doctor glanced at him curiously then.
“I’m her boss,” Billy supplied.
“Have you filed a police report yet?” the doctor asked as he looked back at you.
“Yeah,” Billy answered quickly. You glanced at him for a moment, confused why he lied. But then you remembered the conversation in the car so you just nodded to the doctor.
“Okay, just make sure you rest,” The doctor said as he wrote out your prescription.
“Can I sleep? With the concussion?” you asked wearily. You were exhausted.
“You can. Medical experts used to think it was a bad idea with a concussion, but now with modern science, we know it's perfectly safe,” he answered with a kind smile.
After getting your meds, Billy drove you home once again. The car ride was silent and you could sense Billy’s anger, only you knew it wasn't directed at you. You'd be touched at his concern if you didn't feel like the world was spinning. He helped you up to your apartment and into your bedroom once you got there. He didn't speak until you were settled in bed.
“You need me to stay?” he asked softly. Despite his body showing clear signs of being pissed, his voice held no inflection of it as he gazed at you.
“You… you don't need to stay the night. But maybe just until I fall asleep… if you don't mind?” you asked, feeling your cheeks heat up in shame.
“Of course, I don't mind,” he frowned, moving to sit on the bed. It didn't take long before you were out like a light. When you woke the next morning, your body ached like a bitch and your face was throbbing. You moved to sit up carefully, your one good eye looking around to see Billy wasn’t there. You didn't know why you were disappointed since you told him only to stay until you fell asleep. But as your eyes drifted to your nightstand, you saw your pain meds and a bottle of water. Along with a box containing a new phone and a note.
I put in all the contacts that I had and set it all up for you. Don’t worry about work, just focus on getting better. Karen will come over with some lunch for you to make sure you eat and I’ll be around after work to check in and make sure you're okay.
Try to take it easy, sweetheart.
Billy
PS. I paid your rent. Don’t argue about it, just accept it.
You felt yourself smile despite it all as you read his note. Before working at Anvil, you didn't expect the mighty Mr Russo to be so sweet and soft. He’d really looked after you the night before and you were grateful for all of his help. Even if you were a little embarrassed about him seeing you in that state. You were really glad to have him as a friend.
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It had been three months since you’d been mugged and you were finally moving past it. It had taken almost two weeks for you to heal and feel ready for work and Billy hadn't once made you feel bad for missing work. He’d even brought in a temp so you didn't go back to a mountain of work, although he had confessed to you upon returning that she’d been awful compared to you. All the guys had helped you through it. Billy, Frank, Karen and Curtis all came to see you and make sure you were okay. Billy had been by every single night to check in with you and you were grateful. Eventually, you’d gone back to work and people didn't need to check in on you. You’d been a little skittish at first but everyone had been accommodating, especially Billy. He’d even taken to driving you home from work most nights. Only if you both finished at different times did you get a cab. It had brought the pair of you closer and you considered him one of your best friends. He’d seen you at one of your darkest moments and he hadn't turned you away. He’d helped you through it. And now things seemed like they were finally settling back to normal and you were grateful. You weren't sure what happened to the guy that mugged you. Billy hadn't mentioned him again so you presumed he hadn't found him. You knew he would have told you otherwise. You’d not long been in your apartment after Billy dropped you off when you heard the door knock. You were still in your work clothes, not yet changing into your PJs, but your shoes were haphazardly on the floor. You padded over to the door and opened it to see your landlord. He looked flustered or upset, you couldn't tell. But before you could ask him if he was okay, he spoke.
“You need to leave,” he muttered. You blinked dumbly at him for a moment as your brain tried to understand what he’d said.
“What?” you asked confused. You’d never had a problem with him before and you were a good tenant. The only time you had an issue with rent was when you lost your other job, but he’d been so kind and understanding about it.
“You need to pack your things and be out by morning,” he hissed. He looked pissed off and you shook your head.
“Why? What happened?” you asked, sounding as confused as you looked.
“Didn't you hear me?! You need to leave! You don't wanna find out what happens if you don't!” he yelled angrily before hurrying off. You stared at the empty doorway for a moment, not quite understanding the exchange. Surely he couldn't do this. He had no grounds to turn you out and he wasn't giving you any notice.
But as you closed the door and moved away, the gravity of his words hit you. What were you supposed to do now? Even if he legally couldn't do this, you’d have to fight it and you didn't deal with confrontation well. You didn't want to stay here when he clearly wanted you to leave. You had no idea what he’d do if you didn't go. You didn't have any family and the only friends were the ones you made at work. You weren't about to ask Karen and Frank to crash on their couch and you didn't know Curtis well enough. There was Billy but the idea filled you with embarrassment. You might be friends but he was still your boss. You only had until morning to be gone with all your stuff and the more you thought about it, the more you panicked. The landlord's ominous words rang out in your head and after what happened when you were mugged, it set off the trauma still laying under the surface. Before you knew it, you were crying as you tried to come up with a plan of how to get you and your stuff gone. With no plan coming to mind, you reluctantly picked up your phone and called Billy.
“Hey, you okay?” Billy asked quickly after only two rings. You tried to get a hold of yourself. You knew you were being a little over dramatic about the whole thing. But you were worried and had nowhere else to go. When you didn't answer him right away and all he got was a sniffle out of you, he sounded more panicked.
“Y/N, what happened?” he asked firmly.
“I… My landlord kicked me out. I don't… I don't understand. But he threatened me… I think? And I don't… I don't have anywhere to go and all my stuff and I…” you rambled through your tears, shaking your head. He was silent for a moment and you almost wondered if he’d hung up.
“I’ll be right over,” he said before he actually hung up. You groaned at yourself for being so stupid. Why did you always have to have Billy come and rescue you like some damsel in distress? He probably thought you were being dramatic and stupid about crying over it. Before long he buzzed and you let him in. When you opened your door, he quickly embraced you in a hug and you melted into him as you tried to calm yourself down.
“I’m sorry. I know I’m overreacting about this,” you mumbled into his chest.
“Don’t need to be sorry,” he murmured, rubbing your back soothingly. When you moved away, you felt a little calmer and wiped your eyes.
“What happened?” he asked, confused.
“I don't even know. He turned up telling me I have to leave with my stuff before morning. When I asked why, he started yelling at me to leave and said I don't wanna find out what happens if I don't,” you replied with a shrug. Billy’s jaw ticked as he shook his head.
“Want me to have a word with him?” he asked looking angry, his eyes glancing to the door.
“No. It’s… fine. He obviously doesn't want me here so I just wanna go. But I don't know where to go,” you lamented. You didn't want to know what would happen if Billy spoke to the landlord. Nothing good. But the end result would be the same, you’d need to leave. Billy rolled his shoulder, blowing out a breath like he was trying to calm down.
“Just stay with me,” he answered casually. Like it was the easiest answer.
“Isn't that weird though? I mean… you're my boss. And you see me all day at work and then you’ll see me at home,” you muttered with a frown.
“I’m also your friend. And I don't care. Ain’t gonna get sick of you if that's what you’re worried about,” he smirked wryly, making you smile a little.
“You’re sure?” you asked hesitantly.
“More than sure. You can stay with me just until you find somewhere. I can have my guys come by and get your shit. We can put it in storage or somethin’ until you move somewhere,” he sounded so sure of his plan and you didn't have another one.
“Thank you,” you replied sincerely. You weren't sure how many times this man would do something to help you like this.
“Don’t gotta thank me,” he scoffed, giving you a soft smile. He made some calls and before long, some of the guys you knew from Anvil were taking away your stuff and putting it in a large van. You’d packed your essentials and it depressed you as you’d packed up your stuff ready to realize just how little you had.
Once you got to Billy’s, you carefully placed your bags near the sofa. It was late now and you were tired from having to go through all the stress and the hassle of packing up your stuff. You’d never been to his place before and you glanced around, taking it all in. It was very him. And you weren't surprised he lived in a penthouse.
“Alright, you can take the bed, I’ll take the sofa,” Billy murmured as he took off his shoes and placed them neatly near the door. The whole place was spotless but you should have figured from his office he was a minimalist and a little bit of a neat freak.
“No,” you huffed.
“What was that?” he asked with an amused smirk as he looked at you.
“I said no. You’ve already done too much for me. I’m not taking your bed from you too,” you frowned.
“Y/N…” he started, looking ready to give you a lecture.
“No, Billy. I won't budge on this. It’s not gonna kill me to sleep on your couch. It looks comfier than my old bed anyway,” you shot him a firm look and he held his hands up in surrender with a chuckle.
“Alright. If you need me, don't be afraid to get me,” he gave you a sympathetic look and with a nod, he went off to his bedroom. He hadn't shown you around but the place was easy enough to suss out for yourself. You found the bathroom and changed into your pajamas. When you came back out, Billy had left a duvet and pillow on the couch for you. You smiled to yourself as you set it up and got inside it, feeling comfortable. You wouldn't stay here too long, just until you got your shit figured out. You’d get looking for apartments in the morning.
—-----
You yawned a little and stretched your legs out from where you were sitting on the sofa as you watched TV. You’d been staying at Billy’s now for almost a month and it was definitely longer than you’d planned. Billy had insisted he looked for a place himself. He wanted to check it out and vet the landlords to make sure you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened at your old place. He was pretty firm on it so you let him take the reins. But he hadn't found anything yet. Anything you’d come up with, he’d shot down after looking into it and you trusted him. He’d been insistent on the fact he didn't mind you there so you tried not to worry about it. If he wanted to look then you'd let him. It just didn't help that he’d told you he only wanted the best for you but you weren't exactly on the same money he was. It made things trickier. But you knew you needed to find something soon. When he’d said you thought he’d get sick of you, he wasn't wrong. He was eerily perceptive like that. You didn't want him to get sick of you because you were actually happy. Your life was going good. You loved your old job but you didn't have friends there, just acquaintances. It wasn't like here at Anvil. And you didn't have a trusting friendship with Mr Johnson either. He cared but it was different. Everything was going perfect and you didn't want that to change because Billy decided he’d had far too much of you. You couldn't help but worry.
But you’d admit that staying with Billy had been easy. You’d both wake in the morning and share breakfast before heading off to work. Your work days would go how they always did and then you’d both come home. You ate take out a lot but sometimes Billy would cook and he was really good at it. He’d told you he loved to cook but he didn't do it often when it was just him. He enjoyed having someone to cook for. After dinner, you would both just veg out a little and watch TV before bed. It just worked. You both enjoyed each other's company and it was easy. But you needed to get your ass in gear and move because it was too easy and you kept having those pesky thoughts about him that you knew you had no place having. You needed the safety of your own place where you could keep the boundaries of a friendship with Billy instead of fantasies of something more. You knew Billy didn't do relationships. And even if you went down that road, what would happen if it went wrong? You’d lose your job, your friends, your best friend. You didn't want to deal with that.
It had taken time away from Billy to really see that. To open your eyes. You’d thought a lot these past two days. Billy and Frank had been gone for a couple of days with some of their guys on a mission. You didn't ask questions. He’d told you once about some of these things he did, how they weren’t exactly legal. But you knew they weren't the bad guys in these situations so you didn't ask. You were worried of course. Anything could happen. But you knew Billy could handle himself. He had before you turned up and he would if you ever ended up not being in his life. So you went on as usual. You weren't sure exactly when he’d be home. He told you it should be sometime today but that sometimes these secret missions could run over a little. So as you heard the key turn in the lock, your head snapped to the door as it opened. Billy came in wearing his tactical gear and you mentally slapped yourself for your body's instant reaction to it. But then you noticed his tense face and how he was holding himself strange. And then you saw the blood as the light reflected on it. You’d missed it with how dark his clothes were.
“Holy shit, what happened?” you asked, jumping up and rushing over to him.
“Got shot,” he bit out, ridding himself of his vest.
“And you didn't go to the hospital?” you asked incredulously, helping him get his shirt off when you saw him struggling. He gave you a deadpan look but you didn't budge as you looked at him like he’d grown another head.
“Guy turns up with a gunshot wound, there's a lotta questions,” he muttered vaguely. But you knew what he was referring to. He moved away, now shirtless with a very obvious gunshot wound in his shoulder as he grabbed a bottle of some kind of alcohol, opening it and having a long pull from it.
“Do you need me to call Curtis?” you asked worriedly, watching as he rooted through a cabinet and pulled out a little bag.
“Nah, I can handle it,” he stubbornly answered. Taking the bag and alcohol and dumping them on the coffee table before heavily sitting on the sofa. You groaned, rolling your eyes at the man's stubbornness.
“Will you at least let me help you?” you asked exasperatedly. He properly looked at you then as you stood there with worry etched all over your face. His tense and moody demeanor changed slightly, his face softening.
“You don't gotta see this shit,” he frowned. You huffed, stomping over and sitting next to him, angling your body to face him.
“I don't care. Let me help you. It won't be easy to fix this with one hand,” you quirked a brow at him and he chuckled lightly, shaking his head.
“Need to get the bullet out and sew it up,” he sighed. You nodded, looking through the bag which seemed to contain medical supplies. You found a pair of tweezers and grabbed a crap tonne of gauze.
“Use this,” he murmured, handing you the drink that you could now see was whisky. You took it, glancing at his wound before back at his face.
“This is gonna hurt, isn't it?” you asked with a wince.
“Yep,” he snorted mirthlessly. You took a deep breath before pouring some on his wound. He groaned, struggling to hold his body still as you apologized profusely. Suddenly the alcohol was back in his hands as he chugged some of it. You worked hard to get the bullet out, feeling bad at every pained moan leaving his lips. It seemed the more pain you inflicted on him, the more he drank and you were surprised he hadn't passed out yet. Once the bullet was out, he relaxed only a small amount. And then you got to work stitching him up the best you could.
“It’s probably gonna leave a scar,” you frowned after you were done and taped a bandage over it.
“One of many,” he mumbled, sounding drunk. You weren't sure if it was the booze or loss of blood. Probably both.
“Thank you,” he said softly, looking at you through heavy-lidded eyes.
“You don't need to thank me. You're always saving me in one way or another. Figured it was time I paid you back,” you smiled wryly. He grinned and reached out with his good hand, cupping your cheek so tenderly that you almost forgot to breathe. He just stared at you for a long moment and you were about to ask him what he was doing, but then he leaned forward and his lips were on yours. Your brain malfunctioned, unable to think with him kissing you like this. Your body went on autopilot as you kissed back. But as he deepened the kiss, you tasted the whisky on his tongue and reality hit you like a train. You pulled away, eyes wide as you blinked at him as he looked at you for a moment like his brain was disconnected from his body.
“We uh… we shouldn't do this. You're my boss, it's unprofessional. And you're drunk,” you murmured, feeling mortified with yourself for kissing back. He was so out of it, it felt far too much like taking advantage. You knew for a fact he wouldn't have kissed you if he wasn't drunk. And not to mention, you knew what he was like. He was a great friend but you knew his reputation. And all his other PAs he’d had his way with ended up without a job. There was no way you wanted to lose everything you had at Anvil for your stupid crush. Billy laughed but it wasn’t pleasant as he shook his head and drank some more of his whisky.
“Right… unprofessional,” he snorted. You tried not to hold the meanness in his voice against him. He’d been shot, lost a lot of blood and was drunk. You took the bottle from him, placing it on the table before you stood up.
“Come on, let's get you to bed,” you said softly, hoping he wouldn't be an asshole. He blinked up at you lazily for a moment before nodding. When he stood, he wobbled and you winced at how out of it he really was. You helped him into his room and into his bed. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. You looked at him for a moment, worried what the next morning would be like. You didn't want it to be awkward. You hoped he wouldn't remember.
When you woke up the next morning, you heard a noise in the kitchen. You sat up a little and looked over, seeing Billy dressed in a suit and making himself a coffee. Any other person wouldn't notice he’d been shot the day before, except for the fact he wasn't using his left arm. You glanced at the clock, worried you'd be late for work. But it seemed he was up a little earlier than usual. Dread curled low in your belly as you sat up properly and he looked over at you.
“You sure you should be going into work?” you asked warily.
“Had worse,” he grinned cheekily. He seemed like he didn't remember the mess of the kiss and you felt relief sweep through your entire being. You hurried off to the bathroom to get ready for work. When you came back out, he had coffee and your favorite cereal waiting for you.
“Can we talk about last night?” he asked hesitantly after you sat down and started eating. The spoon halted in front of your mouth, a spike of fear hitting you.
“What about it?” you asked vaguely. For all you knew, he could have been talking about turning up injured and you helping him. He sighed, flexing his hands a little as he looked away.
“I shouldn’tve kissed you like that. It was a dick move and I’m sorry. You were right, it was unprofessional. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable,” he frowned, finally looking at you again. You almost told him it didn't make you uncomfortable but you didn't because it wouldn’t help your current situation. Things were getting far too cozy with him and you knew that's when things would go wrong. He’d have you once and be bored. And you knew he only kissed you because he wasn't in his right mind. You were at least glad he wasn't upset about it and seemed genuinely sorry.
“Don't worry about it. It's like it never happened,” you smiled. He shot a smile back at you, looking relieved. Maybe he thought you'd be mad at him for it. But you were glad it was out of the way and you just wanted to move on from it.
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Itty Bitty Imps Chapter 6: 💚Never enough 💚
Notes:
TW: creepy guy
(17 year old flirting with a 15 year old)
Kissing, rejection, unrequited love
Present day:
Fizzarolli messed up.
While cuddling with Ozzie when regressed, Fizzarolli spoke the words he promised he never would ever again!
Once he was out of his little headspace, he left Asmodeus. He climbed out the window, and just left. He didn’t even bother telling Ozzie, because he was too humiliated to face up to what he had said.
He showed up to work like normal, because he had to.
Asmodeus finds him and walks over to him immediately. “Fizz, thank goodness you’re okay; I was worried. What happened?” Ozzie asks.
“I have to get to makeup.” Fizz says, not daring to look at his caregiver. He tries to leave, but Asmodeus grabs Fizzarolli’s arm.
“Fizz, what is wrong with you?” He asks.
“Nothing is wrong with me, okay? I’m super mega fine; this weekend got me all energized for tonight’s show!” Fizzarolli lies, pulling his arm back violently.
His face did not fit the enthusiastic tone he was displaying.
“Fizzarolli, I want the truth.” Ozzie demanded.
“I-“ Fizzarolli stopped to think about it, Ozzie didn’t seem worried about it- but what if he didn’t hear him? And now bringing it up would just make him feel uncomfortable?!
“I just did.” Fizzarolli says. “Come on, we have a show to prepare for!” He says.
Past: age 15
Sometimes when the circus ended, everyone was so fucking exhausted, they did nothing but collapse into bed and pass out-
But other times, it was easy enough to slip away to their favorite club for a little dopamine (no, they didn’t drink alcohol or do drugs! Not like anyone really cared around here how old they were; But Cash would definitely make them work even if they had a hangover…they learned it wasn’t so fun pretty early in their teens.)
Barbie instantly ditched Fizz and Blitzo to talk up some strangers. Wasn’t that hard to understand, the three of them spent most of their time together, Barbie deserved a break from the guys every now and then.
“I’m going to get us some drinks.” Blitzo says.
Fizzarolli smiles and gives Blitzo a thumbs up. Personally, he didn’t care for making new friends, he was pretty happy with the ones he had, even if Blitzo can be a bit annoying sometimes.
“Hey, saw your show at the circus the other night. You really know your stuff.”
Fizzarolli looks behind him. There was a man, a really creepy man. He was kinda scrawny, but also a few years older and taller than Fizz was. “Uh…thanks, I guess.” He says.
The creep touches his face suddenly. “You look so much better without all that paint on you, doll.”
Fizz grabs the man’s hand to pull it away. “Listen, I’m not interested. Also, I’m fifteen.”
“I’m only seventeen; I don’t mind, you look pretty mature for your age.” The creep laughs, touching his face again.
“Is there a problem here, buddy?” Blitzo asks, suddenly behind them.
“No, no problem. We’re just talking.” Creep says.
Blitzo set the drinks down on the table. “Right, but it doesn’t really look like my boyfriend wants to talk to you right now. Do you want to talk to him, Fizz?” Blitzo asks.
Fizzarolli shakes his head, hoping Blitzo didn’t see that he was slightly blushing. “N- no, in fact I’ve asked him to leave several times.” He says.
“You’re his boyfriend?” Creep asks.
“Yeah, that’s right. So hit the road before we turn you inside out.” Blitzo says, smiling at him sadisticlly. “We’re circus performers. We can do that.”
The guy scoffs and leaves. “Whatever, circus freaks.”
“Guess he couldn’t stand a little competition.” Blitzo shrugs, sitting next to Fizz again.
Fizzarolli wraps his arms around Blitzo and kisses his cheek, which surprised Blitzo immensely.
“Boyfriend, huh?” Fizzarolli asks smugly.
Blitzo blushed slightly. “Hey, I saved you a lot of fucking hassle tonight.” He says. “You should just be grateful!”
“Oh yes, thank you. My wonderful knight in shiny armer!” Fizz laughs.
“Shut up asshole.” Blitzo chuckles, taking a drink.
“Seriously though…thanks.” Fizz takes Blitzo’s hand.
Blitzo looks down at his hand and sets the cup down. “Uh, yeah… no- no problem.”
Fizzarolli gets nervous suddenly, Blitzo…he was actually- kinda…cute for an obnoxious bitter jealous no good egotistical lousy scoundrel bitch.
Fizz and Blitzo gazed into each other’s eyes, Blitzo occasionally looking away before looking back at him.
There was obviously something there- but neither Blitzo or Fizz have ever dated anyone…
None of them were particularly interested in being intimate with each other, but now?
“H-hey- uh. Blitzo? Would you maybe want to uh… I mean, maybe we could-“ Fizz didn’t really have the words, he didn’t really know what he was asking for. His face was brighter red than usual and his breathing increased immensely; he’s never felt this way before.
Blitzo blinked a few times, eyes still wide as he stares at Fizz. Suddenly, Blitzo’s tail wrapped itself around Fizz’s. “Uh, yeah.”
Fizz looked at their tails, he couldn’t believe what was actually happening right now. “Blitzo?“
Blitzo carefully took Fizzarolli’s face in his hands to turns it to face him again.
Fizzarolli’s eyes widen even more, his heart beat violently against his chest, his face still burning hot. He leans toward Blitzo until their mouths suddenly made contact.
They kissed deeply as Blitzo wrapped his arms around him.
Blitzo wasn’t the worst kisser it turns out.
But wait- he can’t date the person he shared a bed with- can he?
No! They work together, they can’t do this!
They break the kiss and stare at each other for a moment.
Well, maybe they could. A little. Fizz kisses him again, but this time it lasts a little longer.
~~~Present:~~~
After the show, Fizzarolli went straight home, and this pattern kept going for a two weeks.
He’d arrive late, and leave early to avoid Asmodeus as much as possible, he figured Ozzie would eventually get the message and leave him alone.
Until…
Asmodeus was fed up with Fizzarolli’s behavior; he wasn’t angry, but when your friend ignores you for two weeks it’s normal to feel a little annoyed.
“Fizzarolli, I need to speak with you in my office, now.” Asmodeus spoke as a boss now, not as a friend, the other performers looked at him, glad they weren’t in Fizzarolli’s shoes.
Fizz sighs. “The show is starting in-“
“Now. Fizzarolli!” Asmodeus said loudly.
The other preformers were shocked when they heard Asmodeus’s tone, he never spoke that way to Fizz.
Fizz sighs in defeat, there’s no avoiding it now. “Yes, sir.”
He followed the rooster to his office and they both took a seat.
“If this is you letting me go, just hurry up.” Fizzarolli says.
“Shut up.” Asmodeus says, not unkindly, but rather annoyed. “I’m not going to fire you.”
“Then can you make this fast? The show is starting soon.” Fizz rolls his eyes.
“Forget the show, Fizz. What is going on? Why are you avoiding me?” He asks.
“Who says I’m avoiding you?” The imp asks.
“Fizz… please just talk to me.” Asmodeus begs. “I just want to understand.”
“I just-“ Fizzarolli sighs, and covers his face shamefully. “Okay, fine. Do you remember what I said to you when I was regressed?”
“What you…? Oh.” Asmodeus got it now.
“I told you that I loved you…” Fizzarolli says.
Asmodeus nods. “You did.”
There was a sudden silence but then the two started to explain at the same time:
Fizzarolli: “I shouldn’t have said that-“
Asmodeus: “I know I should have said it back… it’s just-“
“What?” They both asked.
Fizzarolli spoke first: “No, you- I was just being a kid! Kids say things like that, it doesn’t necessarily mean anything, I mean, I do like you, I just-“
“I do love you, Fizzarolli.” Asmodeus confessed.
“You…wait, you what?” Fizzarolli asks, shocked.
“Yes, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before. It’s just that, I’m supposed to be the embodiment of lust; it just wouldn’t be good for my image to go around saying things like that. You do understand, right?” He asks.
Fizzarolli widens his eyes. “Well…yeah. I- uh.”
“But, We already keep a few secrets, what’s one more right?” The rooster asks, awkwardly.
Fizzarolli looks at Asmodeus with teary eyes.
“Fizz, what- what’s wrong?”
~~~Past:~~~
All Fizzarolli really wanted was for someone to love him.
His family sure didn’t, his co-workers didn’t either… not even his boyfriend.
He hoped when he was bought by Cash and Tilla, that they would be his new family:
Tilla, was the kindest person Fizz knew.
He had been living there for a few months now when Tilla announced: “Alright, kids. Time for bed.” She smiled kindly yet firmly.
Blitzo huffed. “No fair! I want to stay up.”
Tilla kissed his head, then Barbie’s. “Come on, you three. Off to bed.” She said again. “We have a big day tomorrow.”
“Fine! Goodnight, mom.” Blitzo says.
“Goodnight, Blitzo, Barbie. I love you both so much. Sleep well.” She said. She turned to Fizzarolli and patted his head. “Goodnight, Fizzarolli. You did great work today.” She smiled.
“Thanks…” Fizz said. “Goodnight.”
Fizz may or may not have cried himself to sleep that night…
He was property, he was not family… it was about time he knew that.
~~~~
When he was sixteen, Fizzarolli said it to Blitzo, his boyfriend:
It had been a hard day, long hour week, the circus was getting more crowds then ever, which meant Fizzarolli and Barbie had fewer breaks.
Blitzo was sent out every day to do a different kind of work that neither Blitzo nor cash would explain further when asked.
All Fizzarolli knew was that when Blitzo got back from these jobs, he’d come back more emotionally distant, but physically closer when they got in bed.
“Blitzo?”
“What?” He asked; he was so tired, he didn’t even move or open his eyes to look at Fizz.
“I love you.” Fizzarolli said.
Blitzo opened his eyes finally and sat up to look at Him.
They stared at each other, and Fizz wondered if maybe that was a mistake.
“Yeah… thanks.” Blitzo smiled and kissed him deeply- probably just to make him stop talking…or forget.
That wasn’t what he had expected Blitzo to say, or do. But, he didn’t ask him about it. He just waited for Blitzo to finally say it when he was ready to.
Weeks.
Months.
Years.
He never said it.
~~~
For years Fizzarolli worked for Cash, for the false promise of family and fortune… but it was an empty promise, like a constant void in his life. So, when The Mammon approached him with the opportunity of a lifetime:
“The fans will see you, you’ll be adored by millions. Everyone will love you!” He promised.
“They’ll love me?” Fizz asked.
“Of course.”
How could he possibly say no?
~~~Present: ~~~
“Fizz? What’s wrong?” Asmodeus repeated.
“Nothing.” Fizzarolli smiles at Asmodeus. “Nothing is wrong.” He stands on Asmodeus’s desk and hugs him.
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so I used to have a set of creepy neighbors. they lived across the road and down a bit from me. two brothers living with their elderly mother. the younger brother is in his late 50's, and the older, in his early 60's. the younger is developmentally disabled and is a sweet guy, just has no self-awareness. he's not actually creepy. the older, however... has a habit of tearing apart his vehicles so he has no transportation, and or a while, I would give him rides to various places. right up until the day where he said, completely out of the blue and apropos of NOTHING, that there was "no chance of romance between us," because he wasn't looking for anything like that, so I'd best manage my expectations and just accept that he would never see me that way. at which point, I'm. like.... uhh.... wut? I'm ace, you're like almost 20 years older than me, rude, a creep, and yuck. so I stopped doing him favors because I was feeling genuinely concerned about my safety alone with him. (also, he had totally started to take advantage of my good nature, and I was sick of it)
late last month, I noticed the nice one of the pair getting ready to walk into town when I had gone out to my truck to head into town. since I was already going that way, and the nice brother is, well, nice, I offered him a ride. so as we're heading into town, I was just about to ask him how his family was doing, since I hadn't seen his brother for a long time, he pipes up with, "oh yeah, and my older brother died two weeks ago." I was like, whoa! and then I got concerned because the elderly mother was house bound (I had never met her, in fact. I had only ever *seen* her once or twice in the back of the county elderly assistance transportation van, but that had been last year) so I was worried about who would take care of things now, because the younger brother is sweet, but I really didn't think he was capable of keeping them both alive and taken care of by himself for much more than a month or two, or until the last of the heavy groceries ran out. So I warned the neighbors so we could keep an eye on them and help them out when we could.
Except, I stopped seeing the younger brother about a week ago, and some of their colony of feral cats had started showing up at my place looking for food. No one answered the door when I tried stopping over, but no one would do a welfare check. I was getting pretty worried.
two nights ago, while seeing off a friend who had come to retrieve the dog of his that I had been fostering for a few months, a stranger came driving down my dead end-road, then suddenly stopped when he saw me outside. I saw my friend off and went to talk to this guy, and it turns out, it's the elderly gal's nephew, who ten days before, had come and packed her and her son up and moved them to his own house the next state over, so he could look after them both. guy was looking for someone to help him keep an eye on the vacant property while he starts the long process of cleaning it out and cleaning it up and let me know how to contact him and where everyone was and that they were safe. which was a HUGE weight off my chest, honestly. I'd been getting close to saying fuck it and breaking in to make sure that she and her boy weren't dead in there - except that I knew they weren't because I am intimately aware of what dead people smell like, and by the time I realized it had been a few days since I had seen him, if something HAD happened, I'd have smelled them.
which is a huge long story to explain how I recently acquired a half grown tabby feral, a half grown black feral, a weeeeee little tiny baby black feral, and a half grown tortiseshell tabby feral. The half growns are going to be a challenge to win over, if I ever can, to be honest. but the wee little baby is already running to me when I come out to feed in the afternoons, and had let me touch them three times now. So I just have to decide if this is going to be yet another inside cat, or if it's going to be an outside cat to replace my lost Bucky. But the Tabbico (torti-tabby) is just freaking gorgeous, and I had never seen one in real life until now! She's skittish as hell, but recognizes my voice already, so I am keeping my fingers crossed.
because more animals is always what I need. lol.
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** important headcanons to consider !
can they use chopsticks : yes, he’s not like awesome at it but foggy can get by. mainly he can get by because his older sister bullied him relentlessly about having to ask for the fork of shame at their local chinese takeout place growing up and sheer stubbornness let him learn.
what do they do when they can’t sleep : my man pretty regularly gets some sleep issues due to medication, but he’ll wander his apartment for a while, make tea ( exclusively the pomegranate or grapefruit one ), and find something easy to read; most of the time it’s whatever repair manual or hockey journal his dad has sent that he thought fogs would find interesting.
what would they impulse buy at the grocery store : gum, pens, magazines. nothing crazy, just stuff he see’s at the checkout line, except for pens. foggy loses pens chronically, my man puts them down and they fucking disappear? every so often he’ll see a nice pen and impulse buy it, telling himself that this time it will not go missing and this time it will become his pen and so well known for being his pen that his great grandchildren demand it as an heirloom. it never works.
what order do they do things in the shower : ( brief tw for foggy having to do things in a certain order due to ocd ) first, he washes his hands in hot water in the sink, then he gets in the shower and washes his hair twice before dropping some conditioner in it, then he washes his limbs and chest as well as stomach and back, then he washes his conditioner out. after that, he washes the rest of himself and after he gets out he washes his hands again. that’s when he brushes his teeth.
what’s their coffee order : okay with my man it totally depends: if he’s in a void of paper work and court preparation or talking to judges it’s a black filter coffee with six sugars stirred solely with one of the wooden stirrer things because spoons give him the creeps sometimes. if it’s any other time though, he’ll order whatever the seasonal drink is with extra creamer and whip.
what sort of apps would they have on their smartphone : a whole barrage of awful and credible news sources, a braille dictionary, snapchat to communicate with the youth in his life, instagram on which he solely posts pictures of dogs he meets around new york and rates them on a scale of one to ten ( one being punisher-esque, ten being downright cuddley ), subway surfer, order app for the local boba place, that self care app that offers breathing exercises.
how do they act around children : this guy grew up with one older sister and a younger one and then, when his dad remarried, another younger one. he didn’t love helping out with his older younger sister too much since she was only a few years younger than him, but he loved hanging out with his step sister because that girl was fifteen years younger than foggy. chilling with that toddler was his favourite excuse to get out of anything and everything; he taught her how to skate and throw a proper punch, and in return- now she’s in high school- she teaches him terrible new age slang to annoy everyone around him with. also, now he has about five nephews and two nieces that he adores! they endlessy turn up at the office or his apartment when their mums or even foggy just needs a break from their lives.
what would they watch on tv when they’re bored and nothing they really like is on : fogs is a real sucker for podcasts when there’s nothing to watch on tv. not necessarily true crime ( leaving the office in the office and all that ) but just podcasts where someone is rambling that he can leave on low over the speakers whilst he bustles around doing whatever. if you want super specifics though, my man casts a show from youtube to his tv called ‘ lizard lick towing ’. he loves it, he thinks it’s like being with his uncles, foggy loves how batshit insane it is as well.
tagged by @ascnsion !
tagging @diaboluse , @sevenbulletsavior , @wintershieldedheart , & you !
#* playing 21 questions ( dash games. )#* i’ll always be around ( meta. )#please tag me if you steal this bc i love to see it!
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At the small town, membership only bar tonight where I was having a good time with my father and his girlfriend- who are regulars, and I'm in there about 30% of the time with them- Girlfriend and I went to the jukebox to pick out some songs and were approached by one of the other regulars. Older than my dad, already a few in. He asked what we were playing and we told him and he asked me to dance and I said, "Think I need another drink before then, ha ha ha" because I didn't want to.
Then he bought the group of us a round and I felt the pressure to do my part of the deal. There were maybe 20 people in the whole bar including bartenders- and the President and his wife, who know Sir Dick- and it seemed harmless, so I went over and told him it was fair trade.
I have danced with many people before. People I know, people I don't. Little kids and old men that have to lean on me because they can't stand for three minutes at a time, but we're bracing themselves on my shoulder or somewhere like they would to a grand daughter. And yeah, I'm not naive enough to think that some of those 80 year olds dancing with a 20-something woman weren't feeling some sort of way, but they kept it to themselves if they were. Most of them were just happy to be dancing, didn't matter who their partner was.
But Sir Dick within 3 seconds of me putting my arms on his shoulders in the classic awkward middle school pose with room for Jesus and everything commented on the size of my chest, said "oh, so I can't eat you?" when I pointed out that he could be my grandfather, and then used me bodily as a shield to hide his boner as we went back towards the acrual bar when I said I'd sic my father on him if he didn't stop being a massive creep.
(newsflash: that wrinkled old thing wouldn't show through if he was wearing spandex)
I was shaking with rage. The only reason I didn't threaten to stomp on his withered dick with my heels was because I didn't want Dad and Girlfriend to be punished. Because Creep is the President's friend.
Later, Girlfriend played another song on the jukebox and she and Dad and I were dancing. Just goofing off, and fucking Creep came over and tried to grab me. I threw a chair at him. I don't feel bad about that.
I also didn't hear a word from the bartenders. Fuck you, you piece of disgusting shit. And if you ever even think about LOOKING at me again, I will break what is left of your teeth, jail time be damned.
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The town that I live in is a building.
We are beyond isolated and we spend most of the year in the dark, but at least we still get the internet.
I was shocked after Easter weekend when the most gorgeous girl that I have ever seen in my life, kind of did a broody shuffle into our school room. She didn't look happy to be here, which I guess if you were from anywhere else, here would be the worst.
She sat next to me and rudely told me that I looked like the local cryptid. All I could think about was how much she smelled like strawberries. I just said 'thank you'. Eventually she drifts over to a different group while I just sat having gay thoughts about holding her hand.
Two months and she starts dating Samuel. It's fine. He's nice. Just your average boy. It's not hard to stumble upon them kissing somewhere.
They break up after five months. My best friend says she's going to run out of boys right quick, even though she only dated the one.
Three weeks later, she's dating Daniel. He's also just your average boy. He does sport and fake flowers drenched in his cologne. He makes jokes that aren't funny, but she laughs anyway.
She's gorgeous. She ignores me. I go about my days feeling like a ghost ever since she showed up, even though absolutely nothing has changed.
They break up during spring break. It was loud. It was messy. It spilled out into the hallway. Sophie and I couldn't be bothered to gape at the display of heterosexual spectacle, so family and friends were more than happy to recount the events to us later over the next few days.
Within a week, she starts dating Mohammed. The relationship only lasts until the summer. They had to sneak around since he is destined to be married to someone his parents approve of.
Sophie and I give each other stick n poke tattoos with a kit she ordered from Amazon at the start of summer. Our families tell us to get a better hobby, but otherwise there is no fuss.
There are a few eateries that we like haunt, but none more frequent than the pastry shop. It is there we discover her on a date with none other than Sophie's aloof older, Julian, back from college.
He plays violin in his schools orchestra and has an intense dislike for the girl in first chair. He tells us that she is rich and snotty. She had some not so nice things to say about his violin. It's second hand and some marks from years of use. It has our initials on it for good luck. A scratch from when he was playing on the hayride.
The run-in is unnecessarily awkward. We make plans to forage for mushrooms together, purchase our treats and then scurry away. Leaving them to their time together.
Days later find the four of us find ourselves carefully searching for mushrooms in the woods behind our town. She spends the entirety of the outing acting like she was so mature, as a means to impress Julian, but it just ends with her doing a belly flop into a particularly squishy patch of mud. She lashes out in embarrassment. The relationship ends then and there. On a warm sunny afternoon.
When I was fourteen, I asked for a projector for my birthday. Sophie inherited Julian's old dvd player. We took to Reddit to buy bootlegs with our pocket money. It is a lot more enjoyable than adherence to the cinema and our peers.
I was hurtling down the stairwell to pick up our latest haul while Sophie went about replenishing the food stores. I am stopped by the echoey sounds of crying by the time I reach the third floor. I slow to a creep, easing towards the door on the second floor landing when I am stopped by a voice.
A quivering....'hello'.
In a voice I remember.
It's her. Alone. Crying in the stairwell.
Now it's my turn to be needlessly rude, and I ask her what she is doing here without her friends or not on a date.
She tells me to 'fuck right off', but then stops me when I move to leave. She says she needed time alone. That her friends didn't care that she actually really liked Julian and their advice led to him dumping her.
Oh.
I don't know what to do here. I know running into her like this doesn't mean we are going to be friends, so I am not sure how much in her business I should get.
I shrug, awkward and just tell her that he would probably take her back if she explained things to him. Julian isn't a dick.
She did. She tried. He said it just proved his point. He was gentle about it. He was kind about it. It just made her feel worse. Hence the hiding in tears.
Ah.
Oh
Well...
Time to just suck it up.
Why Julian?
She launches into a tale that must seem wonderful to her, by how she lights up as she explains it. But to me.... it's just.... that's it?
So, then what about the other guys that she didn't seem broken up about? She dated them just because they asked. That's it.
It can't be that easy, but she says again that it is.
With that kind of logic, I asked her on a date.
'Okay.'
....okay?
Yes. Just no one can know, because I'm a girl and a freak.
Then she just disappears through the door with a two.
I sleep in her bed. Nothing happens. It is just a by product of our dates.
She has a small television with an antenna and her mattress is XL Twin.
We talk. We enjoy each others company. Sometimes she does my nails.
She calls me her girlfriend.
She means it romantically, not platonically.
She still goes out with boys.
I hate lying to Sophie, but it feels worth it. I never even considered this was an option when I was daydreaming about braiding her hair.
We have a weird run in at the roller rink. I didn't know she would be there, we don't really talk about her boyfriends.
It's Sophie's birthday and this is what we have done every year since her fifth birthday. I help make and pass out invites, which the both of them got and said they had other plans.
Travis. He's kind of a bully's bully. My dad said he's built like a line backer, which makes the fact that he dislikes sports all the more ironic.
He holds her around the waist like it's the most natural thing in the world. I guess for him it is. He gets to be affectionate out in the open. I still haven't held her hand. She is looking at me like it is the worst possible thing that I am here.
Travis doesn't notice.
Sophie notices. Doesn't think it is unusual. She generally looks at us like an inconvenience.
We part to put on our skates and have our pictures taken by Sophie's parents. Who will stay with the table until cake time, then they will take everything back home and come back for 'adult skate time'. Nothing special. They just turn on the black light and serve wine.
Sophie and I do our traditional birthday skate routines in the rink. We are a lot better at it than when we were five.
Every so often, we lap her and Travis in the rink. She doesn't seem know how to skate, so Travis is doing his best just tug her along.
Her face is red with embarrassment. People are whispering, giggling and whipping past them. Showing off.
Why is she here? Why is she putting herself through this?
They don't stay long. She struggles for about an hour, then they leave.
After that, we don't meet up for awhile. I still check my cubby area for a note, but it remains empty.
Sophie got a computer for her birthday. It lives in my room, hooked to the projector. We get bored of Netflix after a week, then spend two days watching videos of people making cheese.
She ignores me again.
Sometimes Sophie wonders what it would like to be like the girls who aren't like us. Who get told they were pretty and could hold a boys attention.
Like her.
Those could be dangerous thoughts. Maybe they are for Sophie. Maybe she changes, start dressing like them. Maybe she'll get invited to their parties and that will be that.
Sophie has always been outgoing. She is in clubs, does extracurriculars. Has other friends.
I tried. I started a media club to share in the bounty of my collection, but outside of watching Naruto: The Last movie, no one was really interested in what I had to offer.
That's how I feel about myself. No one is interested in what I have to offer.
I know I am loved, so that thought never really troubles me.
I hate PE.
I have been doing this regularly since I was six, yet I am still out of shape. All it is good for is having me change into something that makes it easier to be sexually harassed.
I have worn leggings under my shorts ever since Grant said he saw my penis flop out of my shorts during volleyball. I was already being made fun of for seem to have Adam's apple and short hair.
I am trying to run my laps and organize my thoughts about what we will watch over the weekend.
Sophie does sport, so she gets a pass from this for her own training.
I'm taken completely by surprise when someone bumps into me, very hard and very rude. As I straightened up, I take sight of a crumbled up paper at my feet.
It's a note. It's from her. She's out today with the flu. I am shocked that she would have someone make a delivery to me on her behalf.
She wants to meet up. In public. Tonight.
It's a lot to contemplate when you are gross and sweaty and wheezing like someone stole the surrounding oxygen.
The pier. That's where all the more outgoing kids hang out. There's a weird concrete set of stairs going up a hill, that's where Sophie and I hung out listening to all the more outgoing kids get up to whatever it is they do.
Probably drink stolen beer and smoke cigarettes and make out. All the popular spit swapping activities that is all the rage with the teenagers of any era.
Sophie and I smoke cloves, drink wine coolers provided by my parents and keep our spit mostly to ourselves.
My parents are big on the vibe of not having any of their children getting alcohol poisoning by drinking in secret. Sophie's parents just pretend like they don't know, as if they don't remember being out age and getting up to shit.
Sophie's parents do not vibe with my parents.
The pier at midnight.
It's just as uneventful as I built it up to be in my head.
I am greeted with the smarmy charm of Smega John. Real name Sean Hernandez. We call him Smega John because he likes to talk about his dick make dick jokes. A LOT.
LIKE A LOT A LOT.
There must be something about him that is redeemable about him, since he's Sophie's boyfriend.
They hang out without me.
We hang out together, he claims to be the third wheel and invites himself to be the middle of our 'sexual innuendo'.
I don't hold it against her that her childhood boyfriend is gross, otherwise she would have to hold it against me for being the weird one nobody likes.
He doesn't invite Sophie to the pier. He's not here because he is well liked and respected amongst our peers.
He's here because he's a local drug dealer.
He's as surprised to see me as I am to be here. Mouthing what seems to be an 'are you alright' that feels both deserved and unwarranted.
I just nod dumbly, because I know I shouldn't be here, but I don't want him to know it either.
I spot her over by the end of the pier 3 with a few other kids from class and scuttle over there like a crab at low tide.
Everyone is drinking the moonshine that Kelvin's dad makes and says he doesn't. I accept a cup just so I look like I am fitting in.
She won't even look at me, but I know she knows that I am here. Her body language isn't as relaxed as it once was. She looks like she is getting ready to speak up, if only the teacher would call on her so she could lower her hand.
Am I the teacher? Should I go and talk to her?
I don't.
I admit defeat.
I let Smega John walk me back home.
He must feel sorry for me, because he gives me a joint with a pack of matches 'on the house', as if I have ever paid him a dime.
He only made two dick jokes.
I slip into bed with Sophie that night. Just as I have done many other nights. It feels different. I am dying to say something, to reveal all that has been going on. Before I can utter a word, Sophie snores, back to sleep even before I crawled under the covers.
Another time then.
She continues ignoring me.
Life returns to normal.
Before looping back around into the surreal when I am volunteered to teach her sailing.
I'm not the only kid with a boat. I am the only one who can take someone out on their boat without supervision because I have my license.
I teach and run tours in the summer.
Fucking Capitalism.
When I meet her down at the pier the next weekend, I am surprised to find that she knew I was coming.
She asked for me. Specifically.
I help her with her life jacket, she slips a plastic flower into my hair.
We sit through ten minutes of my instructions before she lets me know that she doesn't care about learning how to sail.
"Home is too far away. No one is going to see us out here."
We never even kissed, now I am alone in a boat with her, wearing a life vest during my first sexual encounter.
I cry afterwards when I get home.
I don't know what any of this means. She kisses me goodbye before slipping away into darkness.
I forgot to fix the part I fucked up, but it's okay, just eat around it. If anyone sees, you can tell me it's trash, you won't hurt my feelings. I started writing this after my group therapy sessions.
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Just questions I anticipate being frequently asked. Will be extended as new questions are well... Frequently asked!
Why no dreammare? Why no Fresh x minty? Why no incest ships?
They fit the stipulation I put forward in the disqualifications page that I won't do incest related things. Itd feel like I'm condoning it or I was making it seem cute in some way and incest isn't cute/attractive and shouldn't be condoned. It literally only removes like 6 ships total out of a hundred plus possibilities, cope.
Why are all the ship kids gay/trans/etc?
Cause gay rights and gay wrongs :) there are completely cishet kids though too they are just ~ rare ~
Will you ever consider adding *insert au here*?
Like I said in my disqualifications post, if they don't fit any of those to an extreme degree, especially number 2, I will consider adding them to the second list with a bunch of other Sanses.
Can I draw these ship kids? Can I ship shipkids with other ship kids/Other characters? Can I self-ship myself with shipkids here?
Absolutely! Id love to be tagged in it too! I may even reblog the post here so others can see it! All I ask is you don't put them in ships with adult characters/gen 0 Sanses/original au Sanses (like the ones on my list), don't ship them inappropriately (like a 17 year old ship kid with a 10 yr old, have some decorum) or ship them with their siblings/half siblings/other related family. In the end, I can't stop you from drawing/writing whatever you want but I sure can ignore your art and block you >;)/srs so maybe dont tag me in or send me the art where your breaking my very simple rules.
Do you ship the ships you draw for? Do you have any ships between ship kids?
Not all of the obviously but I do have a few sans amasui ships I really love like dreamfresh, kustard, outersci and others but I tend to like rarepairs the most. Also yes! I do ship some of my ship kids together with each other (blossom and moon) and with ship kids outside of my own (like luna x goth is an ancient love of mine and Doom x lux). It's abit uncommon for me but I do ship some! None of them are really canon though so if you ship them a different way, as long as it's abiding to their sexuality, I don't mind!
What dose MLM/ILW/NbLnb mean?
These are conjoining community labels and I use them more for bi/gay/hetero curious ocs. MLM means men love(ing) men and describes a man that likes other men, this label includes bi men and gay men. When I say a male oc is MLM, I mean that he knows he likes boys but he doesn't specify his sexuality further. He could like girls or enbies or he couldn't, he's not sure yet. Oh and since it's related; ILW/ILM/ILNB means intersex/intergender so ILW means intersex/Intergender loving women. I means intersex/Intergender, W means woman, M means man and NB means nonbinary.
"lesbians can't use he/him pronouns"/"Neopronouns are stupid"/*insert some other form of lgbtphobia here*
I won't entertain this. Anyone can use any pronouns ever, Neopronouns are older than Shakespeare and all LGBT discourse is poison. " I can't physically pronounce Zey/Zem!" Ok that's why the auxiliary/acceptable exipronouns(she, he, they or it) are written right next to them :) its almost like you have no excuses to misgender and mispronoun my characters :)
What's this nonbinary character's birth sex/dead name?
Although I do know (because I made them), why do you wanna know what genitals this 5 year old character has? :) that's awful fucking weird dude. Idk about youuu :) (<- not thinking about smashing your creep ass head in/hj)
"Intersex is a sex, not a gender"
Putting this to the side because I'm intersex, I've had Perisex(non-intersex people) genuinely say this and yes, people can and have and will describe their gender as Intergender/intersex. It just means that because your intersex, you can't nessesarily be labeled as cis or trans or nonbinary. Your technically cis because you identify with your gender/sex assigned at birth and that gender/sex is intersex. Technically the label is cintersex/cintergender but Intergender is basically the same. It just means your gender is your intersexuality. It's not that complicated and if you arnt Intergender, especially if you arnt intersex at all, you have no business telling us what our gender can and can't be.
How does a 3 year old know their full gender, sexuality and pronouns?
They don't! The guide is applicable to them throughout their whole lives. That 3 year old doesn't know that their polyam and bi right at that age but when they grow up, they will know and that will be their orientation and relationship desires. The ages present are really just to show the age differences between them, their siblings and the other ship kids. That 3 yr old has a version of them in a timeline right now where they are 30 years old, its all relative.
The birthdays/orientations/genders/pronouns/etc you put for the main Sanses arnt right.
Your correct. It's because I did my own takes on them and I'm basing them off my own headcanons and also because not every creator of those Sanses ever answered those questions. Technically these ship kids could both apply to my versions as well as apply to them canonically.
How do you decide their birthdays/orientations/pronouns/etc?
I spin a wheel with all the options and just pick what it lands on! (Of course with some basic stuff like no lesbian trans men, no Aro/ace/Aroace pre-teens and below, etc)
What's your name/pronouns/gender/etc?
Although my pronouns were already added to the main post, all the information on my sona's sheet applies to me, the real Zen and runner of this blog! (I go by Zen or Zenia, I'm two spirit Genderfluid and intersex, I'm bi Arospec and polyam, my favorite color is a minty teal green, I'm 23 yrs old, my birthday is June 4th, etc etc)
If you have another question and don't see it present, like I said on the main post, please feel free to send in my inbox! I'll happily answer and if I think it could come up again, I'll add it to the FAQ so it won't need to be answered again.
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Oh my fucking god!!! A few years ago I still hung out on Wattpad and I stumbled upon this book, Bienvenue au Mordret's Pub (Welcome to (the) Mordret's Pub I suppose?) and it has INSANE worldbuilding and the characters are super interesting. It's a small book published online by the authors and it's only in french so I can't recommend it but I love it so much.
It's about this girl, Naola, a 15 year-old witch from a well-off, loving family, who has a happy life until one day a man from their equivalent to the police/secret services knocks at her door when her parents aren't here and asks for help. He's wounded and a policeman so she lets him in and tries to help, but her dad comes back because he just got a message that the Order, a paramilitary group of wizard-fascists, was in the neighbourhood and looking for a man from the secret services. He's afraid if they find the guy they're looking for here his family will suffer for trying to hide him, so he surrenders the man to them, and they torture and kill him before Naola's eyes, which understandably leaves her shaken. In the morning, when she's had time to process the whole thing, she realises she's disgusted at her parents for being so cowardly, and she runs away from home, planning to find a summer job before going back to school in september. Obviously, she struggles with that, but after a few adventures she finds a job working in (the) Mordret's Pub (I don't know if I should put an article because the pub is named after the owner but also it's the name of the pub, not just "Mordret's pub"). Mordret is a vampire who needed a waitress because a vampire bar with a boss involved in pretty dangerous circles means turnover can be high, and through like, mafia reasons, she kind of has to work for him, and they get closer, plus she also realises things about their world, what her job actually entails, and she grows a lot as a person.
When I say the worldbuilding is insane I mean it's hitting ALL the right spots for me. The world is our world but in the future after a catastrophic event that changed everything. The vampires are really cool. I like the magic system. The CATACLYSM and the VAMPIRES. There's fascist wizards but the figurehead is interesting. Literally it is SO INTERESTING. Like okay I have a problem with vampires but not only are the vampires good the authors kept this classic (it's classic in french HP vampire fic at least) trope of the vampires having this one person they "tie" themselves to, and you can do whatever you want with it but generally it means the person is the vampire's walking "blood bank" and they have a close relationship, often romantic tbh, sometimes you have powers on top or whatnot but that's the base of it. I haven't seen it a lot in english but my vampire days are somewhat over so I can't be sure. So the vampires are cool, they're like immortal but they give off NO vibes at all, like they're not really here even when they are, except when they make noticeable in which case they're scary, and they move quick but they creep everyone out, and they leave most human concepts of friendship or morals with their humanity. The magic system is fun because they use items to focus their magic, but not like wands, they just have to be made with iris, and there's spells but it kind of depends, it's like precise enough that you have an idea what they can do or not with magic but not too precise that you have enough details to start pointing out problems.
I really like the character of Mordret and how he and Naola interact/their relationship, they're fun. I personally think it would be dope if they had actually tied themselves to each other instead of Naola saying no, which I mean, I understand being 15 and not wanting to be an old vampire's food source but he's clearly more fun than Maden (says girl who is comically biased in favour of older vampires). Lowkey I was happy when Maden gets exiled somewhere at the end of the book because I thought 1) great, no childhood sweethearts, we are past the need childhood sweethearts, let her find the love of her life when she's like 25 at least please, and 2) maybe that'll clear the space for a bigger focus on her relationship with Mordret, but alas. I mean I understand, honestly, I just really like Mordret for some reason. Like no I would not like him if I had him in front of me but most of the characters I like are like this so whatever. I think it would be neat if it wasn't romantic but just like, a close friendship, because Naola gets pretty comfortable being frank with him (or even rude tbh), she tells him like it is even when he's a scary and powerful guy, and he tolerates it (to a certain extent) + he takes care of her, so clearly they've got something going on. I know Mordret thinks about going there with her but she says ew no and fair, plus it does make things interesting because it's not like, a romantic rejection but I like the one-sided-ness of it, like he was okay with that but not her. Anyway. I'm totally going to have OCs who have that going on though.
ANYWAY I might just buy the books properly because they're digital so they're way less expensive than Ileana and I feel bad for reading them from copies I found illegally. That's not very nice of me regarding these independent indie authors y'know. Also I want to finish this fanart piece I started YEARS ago and never finished because I can do it now!! I have the skills!! Charm and Leuthar fullbodies here I come!!!
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Maikol post 2.0
More headcanons
Teen Michael
- He was very reckless so he gets injured a lot, also gets into a lot of fights
- He learned how to patch himself up from his mother. After she disappeared he's the one taking care of his sibling's injuries
- He is very tall even as a teen, he was the tallest amongst his friends
- Has bad acne, the type that grows on your neck, back and chest and pops easily
- He was 14 when the Bite of '83 happened
- He had to help around the house a lot after his mother lost most of her sight and especially after she disappeared
- He's witness to a lot of his family's worse sides (mostly his father lol) and that does things to a child's psyche. He tries to drive his siblings away from that
- He eats dirt
Security Guard
- His hair is his pride and joy and he mourns it every single day since he died
- He has gray hairs from stress (hes still fairly young around 19-23)
- Still has acne but its not as bad as when he was a teen
Ennard
- Lost all his hair, his nose and an ear
- After getting his organs scooped out his body crumpled in on itself and the only thing keeping him up was Ennard
- The blood in his body drained out eventually so he doesn't bleed anymore
- Michael was conked out the entire time (he DIED) Ennard was controlling him so he didnt feel anything nor remember anything
Pizzeria Simulator
- Wears a party hat for the irony (Ennard wore a party hat)
- He has a lot of holes in his body so he's usually covered in bandages and gauze or whatever
- His motor skills fucking died cause i guess dying fucks you up neurologically
- His sense of taste is gone and he cant feel pain anymore
- Large gashes on his cheek after puking out Ennard cause metal
- Wears a wig
- Some of his teeth got knocked out and his lips got ripped up
- He can't close his mouth properly anymore so he drools
- There's still pieces of Ennard inside him which he gained control over and that's how he moves without bones i guess
- He stitched up most of the gash in his torso but theres still a hole in his stomach because its too big and he might rip more skin (which he cant regenerate)
- After a few decades of being (un)dead he adopted a nihilistic view on life (fluctuates between positive nihilism and negative nihilism)
General HC's
- He is left handed
- He is much older than his younger siblings, being atleast 8 years older
- He has hereditary dark circles from his father. Worsened by age and lack of sleep
- He sits like L from Death Note (or similar to it ig)
- He can grin like his father and he usually uses it to creep people out. He doesn't like smiling like that after the incident though
- He's anemic
- His flight or fight response is freeze. That's why he didnt move when he was getting scooped, and why he just sits there like an idiot when the power goes out
- He's mixed cause his mother is mixed, but unfortunately the white genes are much stronger. He was raised not to wear shoes in the house
- He learned a bit of ballet when he was younger from his mother (who was a ballerina) but it never got anywhere and hes forgotten most of it by now
- Queer but im not sure what exactly and very closeted, never comes to terms with it. His parents werent homophobic or anything but they never shown outward support either, and his enviroment werent the most supportive so he tended to follow the crowd (being in the 70's-80's and all)
- He dies a virgin
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