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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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Hi! I have a request~ The Evans reactions to losing in any sort of game. Can be board games or video games 😅

The Evans Losing At Games

Headcannons for all, imagines for some!

Cute idea, thank you! I didn’t write much for Jimmy, I’m sorry Jimmy I love you<3

Enjoy:)

Tate

-Clearly a teenage boy who lets emotions build up a lot -Definitely cheats if he’s had enough -If he keeps losing in the same part of the video game and rage quits, it takes him forever to get back into the game - “Ohhhh… I forgot that’s where I let off… fuck it” (quits) -Much better and calmer at playing cards, and generally prefers games were the two of you can talk and he doesn’t have to focus too much

You laid on your bed, scrolling aimlessly through social media, and occasionally glancing at Tate playing a video game he hasn’t played in a while. When you started talking about games, and you told him you had it, he nostalgically reminisced how much he used to play it when he was alive, so you set it up for him. Every few minutes, when a red screen would pop up, Tate would sigh, and with every passing death, his sighs got louder and angrier.

After only maybe half an hour of playing, Tate clearly couldn’t take it anymore, and threw the control towards the floor, before stomping over to shut the console and TV off. The sound made you flinch, and you had never seen Tate angry before. Nor his body language nor face showed his emotions, just his actions, and when he flopped by your side, he looked fine. If somebody had come in right now, they would just see two teenagers laying next to each other.

“Uhhh… you okay?”, you ask, before rolling over to face him. You poke at his chubby cheek as he stares up at the ceiling and tease him. “Sore loser”.

“Shut up, it’s your fault. You reminded me why I wasn’t allowed to play this game for very long”.

“Wanna play something else? Together? We could play Dragon Ball Z?”, you ask quietly, before going back to your childish sing-song teasing. “Be nice, and I’ll even let you win a few times!”

Tate looks over at you and huffs, before sitting up and getting the controllers, “Good thing you’re used to begging me for mercy”

Kit

-Least sore loser out of them all -Always up for a rematch -He’s pleasant even when he does win - “Want a rematch sugar? So you can have another shot at beating me?” - “Ah you were close, you’re getting good” - “You’re a good rival” - “If I lose, you can drag me to that Rom Com you wanted to see” - “If I win, we make more babies” -Pretends to be competitive when he’s playing with the kids - “I would say Team Girls vs Team Boys… but that’s not fair, the two of you don’t even stand a chance, right Tommy?” -If one of the kids beat him, he’d act super dramatically to give them as much satisfaction of winning -Laser tag is 34 years before Kit’s time, but if he played something like that, he’d try to let the kids win

You ran around the garden and chased a giggling Julia. Because of current financial issues, the power was out, but not wanting to worry the children to much, and not wanting them to ask too many questions, you and Kit decided to make the most of the sun and tire them out before it got dark. Kit, being the big kid he is, suggested playing a tag-like game Thomas invented, where you each get three pebbles each, and try to get each other out by throwing them. Gently. Unless you were throwing them at Kit.

Julia started slowing down when she reached the corner of the house, hoping to hide from you, but you were right behind her, making her turn around and burst out in giggles. When the 5-year-old laughed, the only thing you could see was the missing tooth she donated to the tooth fairy last night. Once you circled all around the house, you come back in view of the garden, and see Julia hiding behind Kit.

“That’s cheating!”, he exclaims, trying to run away from her and toss a pebble in her direction, only for her to do it faster. The second Julia’s tiny rock hits Kit’s tummy and bounced, he put his hands over his stomach and held it like a gun wound. He dropped to the floor dramatically, leaving the two little kids to die of laughter, and you walk over to him, Kit peeping open one eye slightly to see if you were watching him, and then stuck his tongue out to play dead. You picked up a stick from the floor and poked at his chest, making Kit chuckle but quickly hide it.

“Is it dead?”, you ask.

Thomas leans in closer to look at his dad on the floor, before Kit opens his eyes and pulls Tommy to the floor with him, rolling over to be on top of him.

“I win!”, Kit announces, before kissing his son on the cheek.

Franken Kyle

-He doesn’t particularly play complicated games, but he isn’t too patient and gets frustrated with himself pretty easily -If on one of his educational games, he messes something up too many times in a row, he’ll shut off the game and throw the tablet on the bed -He’ll avoid even looking at it -If he loses a tickle fight he’ll sit and whine, straddle you and then tickle you until you beg him to stop -Whines even if he loses at rock paper scissors -He likes colouring and drawing, and because it’s good for his motor skills, the two of you made a really simple game together -You drew out a long snake shape on a big piece of paper and drew lines in between for the spaces -Kyle carefully coloured them in with pencil and with a marker you wrote occasional things like ‘Go back two spaces’ or ‘Go forward three spaces’ -Sweet little Ky would roll the dice, and take his time, pushing his little figurine, which was something like a pencil sharpener or a bottle cap, and counted out the spaces -Got super excited if he won, but wouldn’t mind losing -He would insist the two of you keep playing, and you’re only allowed to stop and go to bed if you end on him winning -Sometimes he would try to let you win so that you could keep playing -Whine and pout if you had to stop playing, and how are you meant to say no to him? -You would have to promise you’ll play tomorrow -You’d be able to slowly make more and more complicated games, until eventually he’d be able to play things like checkers or Ludo

Jimmy

-Lowkey a sore loser -If there were loads of different people playing, he would be a lot more friendly -If he lost, he would still be super annoyed, but just wouldn’t show it -But if it was the two of you, he’d be super competitive -The type of person to flip the board game if he was losing -But he’d apologise straight away and pout if you didn’t want to play with him again - “C’mon let’s play again, I’ll be nice this time” - “Loser gets spanked” -Loves playing games like beer pong

James

-Unpleasant loser but also not a pleasant winner -Bitter compliments if you win at cards - “Well done darling, who would have thought with your high school education you were such a poker master” -Only willing to play the same 5 card games, because if you teach him a new board game he is not familiar with and he loses, he’ll claim it’s only because he’s new to the game -Absolutely infuriated if he loses at Monopoly, since he built a hotel after all -Don’t even bother trying to teach him how to play a video game -And of course - “Only amateurs keep score”

“What are you doing, dear?”, James said, fascinated at your little character wandering around a shop, on the screen in front of both of you.

“I’m trying to buy this plant, but I don’t have enough money, I want to see if I can sell anything I have”, you explain, pointing at your backpack filled with items that you can exchange for spare coins.

“Nonsense, darling, why don’t you simply stab the storekeeper and steal what you desire?”

“Because this is Animal Crossing, James, there isn’t a stab button”

Kai

-Kai likes playing video games or board games with literally anybody apart from you -He likes playing with Ozzy because he’s a kid so most of the time Kai can beat him easily -Definitely not the type of person to let the kid win, even if Ozzy is sobbing and Ally asks him to let Ozzy win once in a while - “Winning fairly will feel so much better for him” - “He won’t appreciate success if he doesn’t first taste failure” -Sometimes instead of story time with his troops he’ll play some board games -At first, everybody will keep letting Kai win out of fear -But eventually someone will win, and everybody else will be fearful for them, scared Kai will be angry - “Finally somebody capable, somebody strong, not scared to show their true capabilities” -But if you ask him to play a game with you, he probably won’t -If you eventually beg enough that he will agree to play a game with you, he’ll tell you he’s only playing one -If you win, he’ll be like, “Okay, are you happy now?” - “Finally it’s over” - “I let you win, are you happy?” -But if he wins, he’ll try to get you to play a few more games - “Are you giving up already?” - “Don’t be a sore loser, rise up to the challenge” - “I assumed you wanted to win, not just to play”

- (Kai loses) “See… you have to give a humiliated man a chance to redeem himself in his own ey-”

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S3:E4; Chapter Four, The Sauna Test - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘭, 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘹.

📝: ERICAAA!!! FRICKIN FINALLY!! Less important note, but when writing about Y/n, El and Max, I wrote "the three friends" and autocorrect literally changed "friends" to "fruits". Yelmax confirmed 💀

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"It is fascinating what twenty bucks will get you at the County Recorder's Office," Robin reports, unfurling what looked to be a familiar layout on the break room table. "Starcourt Mall. The complete blueprints."

"Not bad," Dustin smirks from her left.

"So this is us," she points to a familiar-looking room before gesturing across the map. "Scoops, and this is where we wanna get."

"Yeah, I don't really see a way in," Steve mumbles from his seat at the table.

"There's not. If,"

She rips away a layer of the blueprint, revealing a vastly complicated map of air ducts, pipelines, and detailing that made up Starcourt.

"you're talking exclusively about doors."

Dustin looks at her with excitement growing in his eyes. "Air ducts!"

"Exactly," she smirks, making her way to the whiteboard to retrieve the magic marker. "Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room and these air ducts lead all the way" she circles the secret room in question, drawing one, interrupted line right back to, "here."

Dustin and Steve finally tear their eyes away from the map and follow Robin's mischievous eye. All the way to the air duct tucked away in the far corner of the Scoops Ahoy break room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

To their surprise, a screwdriver had been harder to find than a ladder but soon enough Steve had managed to reach the air vent and unscrew it from the wall. But as he stood here now, peering down into the vent he quickly realized they were now facing yet another obstacle.

"Flath'ligh'?" Steve asked, finally removing the screwdriver from his mouth and shaping it for the small torchlight Dustin had waiting. "Thank you,"

The flashlight turns on with a tiny click and a soft yellow light bounces down the narrow metal tunnel, enunciation the frown on Steve's face.

"Yeah, I don't know man, I don't know if you can fit in here, it's like... super tight."

"I'll fit," Dustin smirks. "Trust me. No collarbones, remember?"

"Uh, excuse me?" Robin asks.

Steve jumps down from the ladder, turning to Robin as Dustin begins the climb and gives her a nod.

"Oh, he's uh, he's got so disease," he frowns thoughtfully, racking his brain as he tries to recall the word. "It's chrydo... um... something, yeah I don't know. He's missing bones and stuff, he can bend like Gumbo."

"You mean... Gumby?"

"I'm pretty sure it's Gumbo," he snorts.

"Just shut up and push me!" Comes Dustin's muffled voice from the vents.

By now he had wormed himself halfway in, his bottom half sticking out of the wall and still propped up on the latter while they had been talking.

"Okay," Steve huffed, motioning knowingly to the kid's feet and turned away from Robin.

She watched with a tired, lazily bemused expression as Steve grabbed a less than sturdy hold of the kid's feet and attempted to push.

"Not my feet, dumbass, push my ass!"

"Uh, what?"

"TOUCH MY BUTT! I DON'T CARE!" Came Dustin's impatient scream from the walls.

With a heavy grimace, Steve hesitantly began pushing against Dustin's rear end and his muffled anger grew louder.

"I'm pushing!" Steve argued.

"PUSH HARDER!" Dustin shrieks as he attempts to inch further into the metal vents. "You're playing with my legs!"

"I'm not playing, I have terrible footing!"

"Come on!"

Steve finally makes it to the top of the latter, Dustin's legs bunched together over his shoulders and locked under his arm as their voice continued to shout over one another.

"I'm gonna just shove you, ready?"

"Just shove me?"

"One, two..."

"Shit!"

"That work?"

"One more time,"

Robin rolls her eyes, finally turning away when she hears the sudden rapid chimes of the customer bell out front and all too familiar patron.

"Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck!"

Through the partition window, Robin meets eyes with none other than Erica Sinclair who flashes her an exaggerated salute and rings the bell knowingly.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Laughter and joyful screams filled the chlorine-soaked air, the smell of the pool lingering with sunblock was strong enough it wafted all the way to the parking lot where the majority of the Party now stood at the Hawkins pool. It looked quite different than it had the day before when Y/n, Max, and El had last been, but the tension weighing down the atmosphere seemed just as heavy and ever-present.

The storm had of course long since lifted, and the sun was now beating down heavily on their backs as they took shelter behind a Rust Red AMC Hornet, all eyes across the lot on the occupant in the lifeguard chair.

Billy.

He was squished underneath the bright red beach umbrella, hidden underneath a baseball cap, thick shades, a long-sleeved sweater, and a white beach towel draped over his legs where they poked out into the sun. He was completely covered.

"I don't know," Max begins, peering through the group's binoculars. "He looks pretty normal to me,"

"Normal?" Lucas scoffs. "How many times have you seen him with a shirt on?"

Y/n smiles weakly from where she stands in between him and Will. Max lowers the binoculars, conceding a wince.

"I mean, it's a little weird,"

"More than a little," Mike nods. "He was in a tub with ice. The Mind Flayer likes it cold. Plus everything El saw—"

"But he's lounging at the pool," Max argues, doubtfully. "Which is like, the least Mind Flayer thing ever,"

"Not necessarily," Will says, pulling everyone's attention. "The Mind Flayer likes to hide. He only used me when he needed me. It's like... like you're dormant. And then, when he needs you,"

All eyes return to Billy.

"...you're activated."

Y/n gulps, shifting on her feet from where she had previously stood rooted to the spot. Ever since that dreaded Halloween night the previous year, nothing seemed to have been the same. The Mind Flayer had set his sights on Will, and in turn, her. Slowly but surely, he had infected all of their lives as he had the town of Hawkins; spreading his rot and poison, and his hate. She could still feel it sometimes; the pain of Will's nails raking into her face and leaving behind the faded scar that had already long since disappeared.

Her eyes dart back through the fence at the suspicious-looking lifeguard and her insides twisted further into a sickening knot. The thought of the Mind Flayer's possible return was enough to drain the color from her face and leave a chill in the humid, sticky summer air. Her mind was running rapid with fear but the sound of Max's voice was enough to return her to earth.

"Okay, so we just..." she shrugs, looking back over towards her brother. "wait until he gets activated."

"No," Mike says with the shake of his head. "What if he hurts someone?"

"Or kills someone?" Will counters, and the Wheeler boy nods.

"We can't take that chance. We need to find out if he's the host,"

"Well, how do we do that?" Lucas asks.

The Party falls silent. The weight of the air growing heavier and heavier as it dawns on them. And one by one, each pair of eyes trickle over to the only present Henderson sibling in the Party. Her head is hung, propped-up against the hood and when she senses the eyes on her she straightens, breathing a sigh. But Will was already shaking his head.

"What? No, no way," he says to Mike and the others, Y/n already turning to him. "No, Y/n, I don't think it's a good idea,"

"I don't like it either," Y/n fretted. "but it's our best chance. The Mind Flayer hates me, and I can push his limits. It's the fastest way."

"And if, by some random chance, Billy isn't the host?" Will countered gently. "He'd find out about you,"

Y/n didn't have a reply for that. Truthfully, she didn't know whether to be relieved or angered he had cornered her. She just stood there, frowning at the concrete sidewalk biting her lip thoughtfully. She tried to think of a way to use her abilities subtly, but all her experience with heat came from seismic blasts or concentrated bursts from her hands. If she attempted that on Billy, he would surely know it.

"There's gotta be another way," Mike cuts in. "I mean, a safe way that doesn't risk you getting hurt or discovered."

Y/n and Will - even El - shoot him a funny look and he shifts under the sudden attention, guiltily.

"What about the sauna?" Lucas says, lighting up.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, it's perfect!" He grins, stepping out from around the car and motioning for Will and Mike. "Come on,"

Seemingly catching onto Lucas's idea, Mike wastes no time in following. And Will hesitantly steps away, sending Y/n and his friends an apologetic shrug.

"Where are you going?" El called after them, exasperated.

"Sorry! Boys only!" Mike throws over his shoulder.

Max scowls after them. "Seriously?!"

"Just trust us!" Lucas cries.

"We'll be back," Will shrugs again. "... I guess."

The three friends sigh, throwing less than impressed looks at the retreating boys. Privately, Y/n wondered if Mike stood any chance of harm just from her glaring at him in this moment. She hadn't shared these feelings with anyone, but since reuniting with Will something had been troubled Ling him and he wouldn't say what. She could spot it right away, the shift in demeanor but she knew it was something different from the return of the Mind Flayer somehow. And she believed it had something to do with Mike.

He was acting differently around him. He had been for some time now, as she had with Max and even El but this was different. Something had happened, and because Will was, well, Will, he was clearly trying to put aside for the sake of everyone's safety. Y/n couldn't really blame him there, but she wished he would open up to her. Tell her what was wrong.

And she wished more than anything she could fix whatever Mike had clearly broken.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"All we gotta do is wait until the pool closes and everyone leaves," Lucas begins, guiding his friends through the first layer of the men's locker rooms. "And then get him from here..."

He steps forward, quickly ripping open the secondary door. The three boys scurry inside, and Lucas's friends quickly seem to catch on to his plan and a small smile grows on Will's face.

"And get him into here," Lucas eagerly rips open the sauna door, expecting to see nothing but steam but his luck had run out.

Five sweaty adult men in towels sat packed in the sauna like sardines, scowls on their faces for the three party members who interrupted their steam. "Hey! Shut the door!"

-"Come on, kid!"

-"Shut it!"

Lucas finally broke from his stupor and slammed the door shut, shuddering.

"I think I just threw up in my mouth,"

Will nodded with a grimace, but shook it off when his eyes landed on the wall beside the door.

"The controls!"

Mike's still bulging, haunted eyes finally broke away from their zoning out and jumped to the wall where Will was pointing. His face lit up.

"We can control from the outside, it's perfect!"

"Do you think it'll get hot enough?" Will asks, feeling more and more relieved by the second. "Like, "Y/n" hot?"

His friends immediately stopped, looking to him with a deadpan expression. Will scoffed at them. "You know what I mean" he snarked, not in the mood though he was trying to ignore the hint of a blush creeping up on his skin.

"Nevermind that," Lucas says. "Look right, here, 220 degrees. That's definitely enough."

"Okay, so we just need to figure out how to get him into here," Will nods towards the sauna door.

"Precisely."

"Then we lock him in," Mike says.

Lucas nods. "-heat him up,"

And Will manages another somewhat relieved smile. "-and no matter what happens, we'll know for sure."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Erica descends from the latter, the flashlight in her hands flicking off with a loud click as she strides up to the break room table where her recruits stood waiting. The group had taken a calculated risk I confiding in the young girl, but she was smart and demanded the information and why they needed to know if she could fit into the air duct in the back room. So here they stood, waiting with anxious breath for her verdict.

"Yeah, I don't know," she says, propping herself up on the edge of the table rather unimpressed.

"You don't know if you can fit?" Dustin asks.

"Oh, I can fit. I just don't know if I want to,"

"Are you claustrophobic?" Robin tries.

Amused, Erica gives the young woman a pitiful laugh. "I don't have phobias."

"Okay, well," Steve begins with a shrug. "What's the problem?"

"The problem is I still haven't heard what's in this for Erica,"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Steve slides another banana boat ice cream float across the table, joining the already plentiful dairy banquet laid out for the Sinclair girl. She merely gave it a single, disinterested glance and slid it back.

"More fudge please,"

Nobody said anything. And Steve just stared back at the table with tired, glazed-over eyes before Erica sent him a dismissive wave.

"Go on,"

He gave a sigh, and left the booth with the Banana boat in hand, and retreated to the counter. Robin took that as her cue and pulled out the marked-up blueprints she had at her side.

"Alright, you see this?" She points from the circle marked Scoops Ahoy and trail connecting over the flipped map. "This is the route you're gonna take. Then we just wait until the last delivery goes out tonight then you knock out the grate. Jump down. Open the door."

"Then you find out what's in those boxes?" She asks.

"Exactly,"

"And you say this guard is armed?"

"Yes," Dustin quickly nods. "But he won't be there,"

"And booby traps?"

"Booby traps?" Robin echoed.

"Lazers, spikes in the wall,"

Robin couldn't help but give a small laugh, but Erica was all too serious. She turned to the two with a serious look.

"You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment."

"We'll be in radio contact with you the whole time-"

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Erica stops her. "Child. Endangerment."

Robin sighs, ignoring the knot wanting to twist in her stomach. She knew she was right, and Robin supposed she just didn't want to admit to herself what they were asking not only of themselves but the young girl.

"Erica?" Dustin began. "Hi, uh... We think these Russians want to do harm to our country. Great harm. Don't you love your country?"

"You can't spell America without Erica," she shrugs, taking a long and loud sip from her complimentary Scoops Shake.

Dustin just blinks at her response and concedes with a nod. "Uh... yeah. Oddly, that's uh... weirdly true, so... so! Don't do this for us! Do it for your country. Do it for your fellow man. Do this for America, Erica."

Erica, who had been slurping her drink through her straw throughout his entire speech, finally finished it off and shivered, sending him a smirk. "Ooh! I just got the chills."

Dustin smiled proudly.

"Oh, yeah," she quickly corrects, her smile falling. "From this float. Not your speech."

His smile falls right off his face.

"You know what I love most about this country?" Erica began. "Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?"

Both Robin and Dustin mumble a 'yeah'.

"It means this is a free market system, which means people get paid for their services depending on how valuable their contributions are. And this seems to me that my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So-"

Robin and Dustin share a worried look.

"-you want my help? This U.S.S. Butterscotch better be the first of many. And I'm talking free ice cream for life,"

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scottfuckingreed · 4 years

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Love Drug - Jeff Atkins

@anisiamoisa SAID: ‘I wanted to request a Jeff Atkins imagine where they take the love drug (season two episode 7 I think) with Clay, Hannah, Alex and Sheri. Maybe some smut too’

Warnings!: Just some cute smutty shit really, and mentions of drug use!

Sometimes when being around someone, you start to feel exactly how they feel. In this case, being with Clay makes me anxious as hell. He’s walking with his hands twiddling through each other, and he’s made his body look incredibly small. “Are you alright Clay?” I giggle. By the look on his face, I’d say no. “I’m fine,” I look across to Hannah, who was walking the other side of him. She shrugs, which makes me laugh. “It’s okay to be nerv-” “it’s just that we don’t know where these drugs have come from. We could die!” He explodes as we get outside Jeff’s house. “I don’t think Jeff is tryna kill us Clay,” me and Hannah laugh along together. “If you die, at least you can haunt him,” I add, nudging him on the shoulder. “You are NOT helping!”

“There she is!” Jeff woo’s as I walk in. The ‘pointing’ makes me blush massively. Huge arms wrap themselves around my waist, pulling me in as close as he can. About three or four kisses get placed in several places on my face, before turning to Clay and Hannah. “Hey guys, welcome,” he says ‘normally’. “I see how it is; favouritism,” Clay mutters, which makes me laugh too much. “Oh Clay’s jealous!” The grip is removed from me, and I witness his arms wrap around Clay, lifting him up slightly. “Do you want one, Hannah?” He offers once he lets Clay’s feet touch the ground again. “I’m good, but thank you,” Jeff doesn’t care, and gives Hannah a hug anyway. I swear my boy is too pure for this world.

Once Sheri and Alex arrive, we sit in a circle-ish. Hannah sits next to Clay, then Alex, then Sheri, and Jeff sits between my legs. Playing with Jeff’s hair is honestly one of my favourite things. Once again, Clay is twiddling his thumbs. “Clay-” “isn’t sugar and caffeine a kind of high, right?” he blurts out. I watch Hannah out her hand over Clay’s, which makes his eyes widen. Seeing Clay all caught up with Hannah is so cute. He should honestly just go for it. But then again, this is Clay we’re on about. Never gonna happen. “Jenson, would I ever lead you astray?” I lock hands with Jeff, intertwining our fingers tightly together. He raises them. My heart melts more as he places a kiss on each of the backs of my hands. One on each. I smile to myself. He loosens his grip, letting my hand slid away as he stands up. Reaching into his pocket, he takes out a small clear bag with white pills in there. He passes on to each of us, leaving Clay till last. “This peer pressure.” He shakes his head. He takes the pill anyway, but you can see the clear uncertainty in his face. And his voice. And his everything really. “I’m not gonna force you Jenson,” Jeff sits back with me, but hints me to shuffle forwards instead. Once he places himself behind me, I decide this is my chance to take the comfiest seat there is... Jeff Atkins’ lap. “But it’ll be good for you.” In no more - or less - than a ‘three, two, one’, each of us had swallowed our drug. Clay hesitated, as if he was seeing if we were all gonna take it, but he took it nevertheless. And now we wait.

It was a fast turn around this time. I almost felt it as soon as I gulped it down. And now we sit laughing and giggling about shit that isn’t really funny. “You’re friends,” pause, “with Justin Foley.” Jeff cries in laughter to Alex. I’m not sure why it’s funny, but we all laugh along anyway. “He’s an asshole,” Alex shakes his head with a massive smile. “He is...” I look over to Sheri, who you can tell is thinking. “He’s kinda hot though?” I shake my head, which makes Jeff nudge me in the side. “You don’t think Foley’s hot?!” He gasps. I turn to him, locking eyes. I put each hand on either side of his face. Pause. And... “nope.” I say simply. He raises his eyebrows, as if it’s totally unbelievable that I don’t find him attractive. “But, no one compares to you, my love,” I cringily whisper into his ear. I feel his smile widen across his face. I turn to gaze into his eyes, face to face. “You two are disgustingly adorable,” Hannah throws a pillow our way.

We continue to laugh for what seems like a long time, but it’s actually only 10/15 minutes. The drug makes you just feel entirely positive. Like this is where you’re meant to be, right in this moment. I am with the right people in this basement. And I’ve hardly ever hung out with Sheri, or Alex, or Hannah. Clay though, Clay’s around a little bit. I get pulled out of my trance with a poke in my back. Fiercely, I snap my head around to face Jeff. “What are you thinking about?” He whispers, touching my face with his nose. Feeling his breath against my face sends my body in a whole other place. Somehow, even in my high state of mind, I swivel myself a bit too smoothly so I’m facing him. Now I’m straddled against his body. “About how cute your’s and Clay’s friendship is,” giggling, I bury my head into his shoulder. When he moves his hands across my body I feel the enhancement of that happy little pill. They cross from my thighs, to my hips, to waist in one very swift movement. That’s all. And it feels incredible. “He’s obsessed with me,” Clay’s voice sounds distant, although he’s just over 2 metres away. All I’m focussed on is the way Jeff’s hands feel on my body. I just want him close. Closer. “You love me though Jenson,” Jeff turns his head back to mine, and they are instantly practically touching. All I can seem to do is gaze into those beautiful eyes. If I was sober, I’d be cringing at myself. But I love this guy. “What are you thinking about now?” Shivers get sent down my spine by the whispers that flowed into my ear. A small smirk appears and disappears off his face. “You,” I smile, and blush, and try not to go into a giggle mess. “Me?” I bite my lip slightly and nod. “You’re too cute,” he kisses my cheek, then on my jawline, then once on my neck. And that’s all I needed. When our eyes lock once again, and our noses touch ever so slightly, I just can’t take it no more. I’m so in love with this guy. “I think we should-” is all I can say before he hops up, takes my hands, and we start walking upstairs.

Jeff walks into his bedroom first. I follow, pushing my entire body weight onto the door for it to close. It’s not heavy or anything. When I turn I see my beautiful boyfriend sat on the bed. I watch as his eyes scan my body from top to toe. My body sways as I walk towards him, and his gaze doesn’t change. “Stop! You’re making me embarrassed!” I push him on the shoulder. Soft hands embrace my still clothed hips. “You’re so beautiful,” whispering, he guides my body onto his, into a straddling position once again. My index finger goes to his lips, shushing him. The problem with pretty boy over here is he doesn’t shut up. So even when I shush him, he continues being absolutely fucking adorable. “I could look at you all day,” he shrugs. “Oh you could?” I question, pushing his chest down so he’s with his back against the bed. His hands proceed to smooth up and down my thighs as I’m leant over his with my clothes crotch on top of his. When they connect, Jeff’s face looks almost pleasured already. “You’re literally like a work of art,” he leans up to mutter into my ear. Before I can even reply, he rotates us so he’s on top. A kiss gets placed on my cheek. Another on my jawline. And another on my neck. A shockwave of pleasure gets sent through my body as I feel his tongue press against a very nice spot. Jeff knows my body better than I do. My hands go to the back of his neck. And then I realise that this isn’t what I want. Gently lifting his head, our eyes meet once again. Then I attach my lips onto his... finally.

Sometimes foreplay is a bit long. Sometimes it feels a little dirty. Sometimes you just wanna actually have a sensual moment. I wanna make love to my boyfriend. Especially in my cloud 9 state. His tongue glides along mine effortlessly. His hands smoothing from my waist to my hips to my thighs feels better than it ever has. Euphoria x100. In motion, he slips a hand to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning them and throwing them off. I giggle against his lips as they launch onto the floor. In a minuscule moment where his lips aren’t fix onto mine, I tug at the end of his tee. My hands magnetise onto the abs on his stomach with haste. The smile on Jeff’s face grows, but he presses his lips together in attempt to contain it. “What?” I whisper. “That kinda tickles,” my face: crimson.

In another supersonic action, my thong was on the floor. As was his joggers. All that remained between us was his boxers. And within seconds they had vanished too. “I love you,” I kiss him once. “So much,” I add, placing my lips against his in a lengthy kiss. You could hear it scream with passion and desire. Excitement rushed through my body as I finally feel his penis start to go inside me. My mouth widens to inhale a slightly deep breath of air. Having Jeff this close... I just know he’s mine. The pining kiss continued until he was fully inside. Eye to eye, nose to nose, I gaze up to him and smile. I get lost in the moment. This. This is perfection. There’s no place I’d rather be. No person I’d rather be with. This is it. Before anything, he stamps my forehead with a kiss. One, two, three. “You are so enthralling,” I look at him and frown with the biggest smile. “Enthral- what?” When I begin to giggle, he actually begins to blush. “Clay taught me it. It means, like, fascinating,” he explains. Which just makes my heart melt. I stick my bottom lip out in a sad motion. “What?” He nudges his nose against mine. “You’re just so cute,” I pin my lips back against his. Deep feelings of just pining for the godly specimen on top of me oozes through between the connection of our tongues.

My mouth widens as he begins to thrust himself out, and back in. He proceeds to place wet kisses against and around my lips. The heaviness of my breath correlates with the hand sliding up and down my thigh. Every touch sends an unexplainable feeling through my body. It must be the perfect blend of adrenaline, that love hormone and whatever the fuck drug I’m on. But I can’t focus on that. I can’t focus on anything but the fact that I’m in love with this boy. I’m making love to the boy that I love. The way he squeezes my thigh and my waist. I almost completely come undone when he lifts my right leg up slightly. “Fuck,” I moan against his tender lips. My fingers spread through his hair, pulling slightly more at every inch of pleasure pumping through my body. I know that I’m completely under his spell. I like it here.

I wrap my legs around his body more and more. Even though he’s as close as he can get, I’d try anything to get him closer. With every thrust I find myself not only a moaning mess, but falling for a boy that I’ve already fallen hard for. It’s like that excitement you get when you see a boy for the first time. And I don’t know what comes over me, but I flip us around so I end up being on top. My chest: flat against his. All I can do is smile cheekily. The thing with us is, we know each other. So I begin moving up and down on his manhood. Both of his hands go to my waist, guiding me at a steady pace. “Oh my god,” he rolls his eyes back. It’s nice to know I have some sort of hold on him, as back as that probably sounds. “You’re so beautiful,” kisses are placed all over my face, but mainly on my lips. Our tongues dance to the rhythm of our own beat. “Fuck Y/N,” this does it for me. His words send my body over the edge, pushing my insides to climax. As if it was in sync, Jeff reaches his too. I ride out both of our highs.

I throw myself down next to him. “You’re incredible, you know that?” He presses my body close to his. He feels like a dream. Or maybe it’s the very slightly delay of these drugs. Everything is just... more. “I think I just fell in love with you more,” he whisper into my ear. Every breath I cherish. “You’re so fucking cute, you know that?” Is what I find to respond with. I look up to him and see him thinking. The concentration on his face was quite full on. “I don’t think we should go back to the others,” when he turns his head, our eyes immediately lock. “Whyyyyyy?” I cock my leg up onto his abdomen, turning to face him fully. “I just wanna cuddle.” The beautiful Jeff Atkins.

#13 reasons why #13rw #smut #13 reasons why jeff #jeff atkins #Jeff Atkins x reader #Jeff x reader #Jeff smut #Jeff Atkins smut

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brelione · 4 years

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Neon (Sarah Cameron x Reader)

This Is That Good Gay Shit Right Here

It had been study period.You sat across the table from Sarah at the library in the large kook school.You werent really a kook,you just had the money of one.You acted and dressed like a pogue and your friends were pogues as well.You didnt wear your school uniform.Instead you wore JJ Maybanks shirt and a bracelet that Pope had made you.You hung out around the boys a lot,every single day.You’d go surfing with them and drink cheap beer.You wore John B’s socks and the boys would often tease you about the school you went to full of rich princesses.Sarah watched everything you did.You did the same thing every single study period.You’d take out the same notebook every time and sketch lines out with a pencil.When there was two minutes left of the period she watched as you’d grab a neon marker and swipe strokes across the paper precisely.The things she’d do to know what you spent so much time drawing.She never got any studying done during study period,she was too busy watching you.She watched as your nose would scrunch up when you messed up a line or how you would throw your hair back aggressively when it got in your way.She was just so fascinated by you.

It had been a bad morning for Sarah.She hadnt been able to get a good breakfast or do her hair properly or even have a nice cup of coffee.She was at her locker,chatting with Kiara when she saw you.You were wearing some rather short shorts and a neon blue striped shirt.She couldnt help but stare at you.You looked amazing,hair up in a messy bun,a generous amount of bracelets on your wrist that you had collected over the years and that neon shirt.You were so effortlessly gorgeous she just couldnt wrap her head around it. “What are you looking at?”Kiara asked.Sarah laughed it off,saying she zoned out but couldnt help but stare at you out of the corner of her eye.She knew you and Kiara were close friends in the eighth grade but had drifted a bit.She looked you up and down multiple times,eyes falling to a mark on your jaw.She couldnt quite tell what it was but she knew it wasnt a birth mark.She had looked over your face so many times she could probably draw it from memory.

Neon streaks covered your hair.Pink,green and blue.The morning had been a rather chilly one.You wore a thin brown leather jacket over a white crop top,not that the crop top could be seen due to your arms and jacket covering your torso.Sarah knew it was fake leather.She had heard you talking about your love and appreciation for cows so she knew that you’d never wear something made out of their skin.She stared at the neon streaks in your hair,the way the light reflected off of the colorful streaks and how two neon yellow pieces of hair framed your face.Only you could pull off that look,she thought.She had never actually spoken to you but she felt that she knew you so well.Noone hated you,no one even disliked you.You didnt fit in in any way shape or form but there was something about you that just dragged everyone in.Every night before she went to bed Sarah would scroll through your instragram.It was a public account because clearly you didnt really care about who followed you and who saw you.Her thumb would hover over the follow button but she never pressed it.

Neon pink was the color of the bikini you were wearing when she saw you on the beach.The bottoms were high waisted,your hair up in a bun and she couldnt help but think about how brilliant your boobs looked in that top.You were sitting next to JJ Maybank,giggling about something as you talked to him.She wanted to be the one to make you giggle like that.JJ said something to you and you nodded before he ran off.You rolled your eyes,continuing to walk by the water.Sarah watched as you bent over to pick something up.She watched as your face of happiness became one of worry.She watched as you ran to find a stick and a leaf.She watched as you got a small creature onto the leaf and ran down to the water,placing the leaf down.She grinned as you were smiling again,scooting the creature along.She took a deep breath,walking down the sandy hills towards you. “Hi, (Y/N),right?”She asked.She didnt have to ask.She knew your first,middle and last name.She knew your siblings names,your pets names,your parents names,your cousins names.She knew your favorite foods,your zodiac sign and your favorite animal.She had spent hours stalking your instagram and going through the people you followed to find your mother.Once she found your moms instagram she found her facebook and that lead to Sarah learning many details about your life.You nodded,turning to see the blonde. “Sarah Cameron.”You nodded.She blushed.She never knew her name would sound so good coming from you. “So,what brings you to the beach on this lovely morning?”You asked.SHe shrugged. “Just...hanging out.”She replied.You nodded. “You want me to hang out with you?”You smirked.She blushed. “Sure,umm do you maybe wanna come to my house?”

Neon green was the color you painted you painted your nails while the two of you were hanging out at her house a week later. “Hey (Y/N)?”Sarah asked as she held a pillow to her chest,wresting her chin on it. “Yeah?”You asked.Sarah blushed,squealing into her pillow.That caused you to look at her with furrowed eyebrows.The boys never acted like this.Sarah was really quite different from the guys.She was stunning and giggled a lot and made your heart thump. “So like-do you like anyone right now?”She asked.You sighed.Why?Why that question?What the hell were you supposed to say?You just shrugged. “Oh my god!You’re blushing!Who is it?”Sarah faked enthusiasm.She wanted to frown and roll her eyes but that would definitely give it away. “God,Sarah.You ask so many questions.Why dont you just guess?”You asked.She bit her lip,staring at your bright finger nails. “Well...where do those little marks on your jaw come from?”She asked.You laughed. “You can say the word hickey,Sarah.”You grinned.You and JJ had a sort of friends with benefits thing going on.It wasnt exclusive or anything,just something to do when you were bored or horny or whenever you were mad.

He had always had the biggest smirk on his face afterwards.He’d ask you who you had thought about during it.You never told him. “Just because I have hickeys doesnt mean I like someone.”You replied.She frowned. “How can you do that?Like do someone and then not have any thoughts or feelings afterwards?”She asked.You smiled,blowing on your fingernails. “I just think of someone else.”You shrugged.She gasped. “So you do like someone!”She exclaimed. “Whats the first letter of his name?”She asked.You rolled your eyes,butterflies building in your stomach. “S.”You repled.She bit her cheek. “Seth?”She asked.You shook your head. “Whats the next letter?”She asked.You bit the inside of your cheek. “A.”You told her.She’d have to catch up eventually.Her eyebrows furrowed. “Uh...Sam?”She asked.You shook your head with a big grin. “The next letter is R.”You told her.She’d have to get it eventually.Her heart thumped a bit and she tried not to blush.

She was getting really excited at the possibility that it could be her.No boys name had those three letters in a row. “Next letter please.”She pouted.You blushed,looking away from her. “A.”You told her.She raised her eyebrows,eyes darting around the room. “Is it a girl?”She asked.You nodded,nervous for her reaction.She could have squealed in that moment. “Im Bi,Sarah.”You told her.She held her head in her hands. “Same.”She replied.You gasped quietly. “Shut up!”You exclaimed.She giggled. “Wait-is it Sarah Carpenter?Shes kind of a bitch,dont you think?”She asked.You bit on your lip. “Sarah,its you.”You avoided her gaze.You didnt even notice her lunging forward and wrapping her arms around you tightly and kissing your forehead. “This is really embarrassing-but ive liked you since the beginning of ninth grade.”She grinned.You giggled,kissing her nose. “Are you serious right now?”You asked.She nodded. “Dead serious.”She replied.

“Why didnt you talk to me or something?”You asked.She bit her lip. “I didnt know that you were into girls!”She exclaimed.You rolled your eyes,sure that your face couldnt be any more red. “Sarah,I have dyed hair,short nails and I cuff my jeans.It couldnt be any more obvious.”You kissed her cheek.She looked down at her lips,pecking them gently.There was a knock at the door.You pulled away from eachother. “So yeah,grilled cheese sandwiches are so much better than tuna and if-Oh,hey rafe.”You greeted the tall boy standing at the door. “dinner.”He said quietly,winking at you before leaving.You and Sarah laughed,going downstairs.

Neon pink was the color of the beaded bracelet Sarah had made for you.That bracelet was tied to your wrist as you stared at Sarah.Her white dress,the diamond crown on her head as she held your hands. “You may kiss your bride.”Pope read off.You kissed Sarah gently,holding onto her waist.You rested your head on her shoulder as you hugged,JJ and Kiara screaming from the crowd and clapping loudly.Dear god youd think they would be the ones getting married with how excited they were.Sarah sung the words to We Fell In Love In October into your ear as you danced together.She kissed your cheek,your temple and your collarbone as she giggled.You had never loved anyone more,nor had you ever been happier.JJ had literally tackled you after the ceremony,spinning you around. “YOU GOT THE GIRL,BITCH!”He shouted.You laughed,punching him lightly on the shoulder.Kiara hugged you as well. “I’ve gotta get married next now,dont I?”She asked,glancing over at Pope.You nodded. “Hell yeah.”You replied,slapping her arm in excitement. “This is some great ass cake.Why the neon frosting though?”Rafe asked,poking at the frosting with his fork.He had somehow gotten off the drugs and stopped being such an asshole...most of the time.Sarah laughed,shrugging. “My baby loves neon.”She replied,watching in awe as you danced around with your cousin,dress twirling at your feet.

#sarah cameron #sarah cameron x reader #madelyn cline #jj maybank #sarah cameron imagine #girl in red #kiara carrera #pope heyward #rafe cameron #sarah cameron x you #outer banks #obx kiara #obx #obx sarah

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incarnateirony · 3 years

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Hi!

I saw your answer to that Christian anon and the whole Cas/Jesus and Mary/Dean thing. I get what you're coming from just, it comes off as "only one reading is valid". You can def make some of those parallels and that reading is ok too, although not as all-encompassing. There is no one singular way/lense to read a show, themes or characters.

It requires a stronger intertext argument than “I want my character to be jesus.”

YET AGAIN, not all readings are equal. Mine isn’t perfect but it doesn’t take picking and choosing around the parts you want. That’s a failed lit argument. It is. I have been very vocal about this “all interpretations are equal” nonsense around here being hot garbage. If you literally cherry pick out random details (ones barely even in the text), or moreover, ignore the elements of the things you’re trying to parallel, you end up with a weak argument.

And that’s why it’s called arguments. You make arguments. Lit crit is all about arguments. That’s LITERALLY WHAT IT IS CALLED.

If your argument ends at “Christ symbol because he sacrificed himself”, you’re going to need to ask: what about all these other christ symbols associated elsewhere? Did he die to save anyone from sin, in the metaphor you’re using? Who is the Begotten Son that Chuck loved so much then? Are we implying Chuck sent Cas TO save the world? or are we just arguing if every hero that sacrifices themselves in the history of ever should be read as a Christ metaphor so deeply you start trying to fit everyone in their lives around them into being people Christ knew? Is THAT the argument? No other details of Christ need apply? And all christian iconography as actually presented in the show actually isn’t topically relevant to discussing christian parallelism? Is that where we’re going with this?

*pokes the theory with a poker and watches it fall apart*

Okay so who IS the only begotten son that was lost to save the world? Oh wild, worm, he was the one followed around by Jesus pictures all year? Wouldn’t it be fascinating if people tried to read the actual body of the text in full. Because then if someone needles that, it doesn’t fall apart like Lucifer’s house of cards, which is otherwise only held up by the pure magic of not actually being held to the rules.

Make an argument different than mine, that’s fine. That’s what my whole server is about. But make a sound argument. If your argument also only exists within a bubble, and doesn’t even extend out to the body of text, what does that say about the argument itself? Hell, there’s people in the server who have opted more into the Sophia lean of it all, and debating which face OF the Sophia beliefs should be applied--those aren’t mine, nor do I necessarily agree, but they at least are building this with sound arguments.

There’s a difference between saying “my interpretation is the only one” and “uh, not that one, specifically.”

If you wanna try “all interpretations are equal regardless of the content, context, presentation or anything else” just because it’s one you /want/, you might as well concede the bronlies’ “Sam and Dean are soulmates” thing because they apply zero context to one fucking line they choose to read a certain way even though the rest of the text tells something clearly opposite.

Absolutely fucking not. That’s not how this works. And if you mock them for their ridiculous shit you absolutely should not turn around and argue this hot ball of nonsense.

How about an easy one: as denoted by Joseph carrying christ in early season in shadow of the brothers (And Mary, first, in the same cubby-hole, before Cas was sent away), and also denoted by other major motifs such as the altar, the Winchesters and Castiel served as father and mother to a demigod figure of man and divinity, reborn in the shadow of christ himself, who would soon walk forth into the world he saved; the cruel demiurge subverted is not his father, but rather, that of man and divine from the human family around him, who stood in the shadow of Joseph and Mary where he was reconceived.

Notice none of these statements actually require “interpretation”? They are literally just denotative statements of things that happened, and the connotations of these are so natural resulting I don’t even have to explain it?

That’s when you break down, for example, Joseph imagery. After all, it was there in the tomb at the start. It was there behind Dean in the church. It was there with Pastor Joe, and we ask then what people feel Pastor Joe was a narrative piece for. Who he represented. What is the actual natural connotation of all of these bluntly denoted elements?

And what of Mary? Be that Mary Winchester, Mary the Mother of Jesus, Bloody Mary with her secrets,

or any other Marys in the show? Where are those storylines paralleling? What does that have to do with the backdrop behind Castiel, for example, or any other times? 14.20, 15.13, I don’t care. All of them.

lol

Where is Mary Magdalene even being drawn from, beyond the vaguest of vague Cas=Christ arguments I’m asking very basic questions on the establishment of above, and unlikely to ever get a true answer on? 10000 Marys in the show (all orbiting Cas) and never Magdalene, but we’ll delete Christ imagery while talking about Christ, what

This is where narrative interpretation/argument actually starts. Not randomly lobbing an idea into the room. And certainly not saying someone is saying their own argument is superior just because they poked a different one once with a stick and it tumbled. That’s disengenuous as fuck.

This is not a vs match. It’s not my meta vs your meta or anyone else’s meta. It’s my meta or your meta vs the text. If I poke a meta with a text stick and it falls apart, it has nothing to do with my meta. It has to do with the meta poked with the text stick.

All I’m saying is people can’t pick and choose when and where to apply their symbolism in any kind of meaningful, arguable interpretation, while literally deleting the bulk of the actual use of the elements in the proposed interpretation, and then call that a Good Interpretation, Actually.

You wanna read them different than I do? Sure, but read them together as the text presents or just don’t introduce the argument. You don’t just read one tiny sliver of text off of a rough idea you insert on it and definitely don’t expect that to apply outward if you can’t address the surrounding elements of the exact same topic you are trying to draw parallelism on. And if they get offended that’s pointed out (not just “I don’t understand it!!!” or “I don’t think!!!” but literally [raises points on where this same reading has shortfalls in its own context]) that’s... not really lit crit, or interpretation, it’s idea spouting at best.

Hey, why not have an argument about the Mary or Joseph statues changing in the same spot between 15.01 and 15.03???

It’s kind of wild that someone even implied I was saying “my interpretation is better” to literally list off, in basic text, basic events that had happened without any kind of heavy descriptors or direct correlated ties--a list of things and events that people, reading the things and events, naturally came to understand the suggestion of, without me having to explain it--like?

No uh, you came to that interpretation actually, but if it happens to match mine as a result, then yeah, it’s probably a better interpretation than something completely pulled out of an ass at random that ignores the actual text?

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Here’s chapter 6! I’ll Set You Free As I Remain Trapped Beneath The Sea

Emily and her friends followed Maria's scent trail to an island, they all poke their head up above the surface of the water to see two islands, one was separated from the bigger island that seemed to have lights and a small town. "I'm pretty sure your 'friend' is in that town on that island." Alice said and they ducked back down into the water, "Ok, we need to come up with a plan..." Emily said trying to think. Alice looked around and then down to see Doria swimming underneath them following Maria's scent, then Alice got an idea to bust Maria as payback for stealing their friend. "You stay here and think of a plan, Emily. We'll look around down there for some 'stuff,' ok?" She said, "Ok, be careful." Alice said and the three girls went down to Doria. "Hey Doria!" Alice called, Doria looked up and saw Alice, Bianca and Stacy swimming towards her "What are you girls doing here!? Its dangerous!" She said, "We're 'helping' Emily find her lost friend. And we know where she is." Alice said with an evil grin, "Really!? Where?" Doria said "She's in the human town over there on the island." Alice said pointing to the islands direction, "Oh sweet coral, Maria..." Doria said shaking her head, "Maybe if we wait for her at this other island she'll come, and we can bring her back home!" Alice said with a smug face. Doria sighed, "I hope so..." She said and wen towards the other island that was separated from the one with the town, "Hey! What are you guys doing down there?" Emily called "Oh, nothing!" Alice said and swam up to Emily, "Hey, I have an idea! Why don't we wait at this smaller island and I'm pretty sure Maria will come! I mean, we can smell her scent, she's obviously been here." Alice said evilly and with a smug look. "Yeah, your right! Ok!" Emily said happily actually thinking it might just work and all three of them swam to the separated island.

The next sunny day, Giulia opened her window yet again and played trumpet noises that startled Alberto and Maria awake. "Rise and shine, guys! Time to start fishing and delivering!" Giulia said excitedly, "Does she always have to do that?" Maria said, "Unfortunately..." Alberto said jumping down from the tree "C'mon Maria, we're gonna help Giulia's dad hunt for fish." He said and Maria jumped down from the tree, "Let's go you two." Giulia's dad said and Alberto and Maria followed him to the boat on the docks, "Is it safe?" Maria asked nervously, "Of course it is! Me and Massimo here do it all the time!" Alberto said sticking his hand out for Maria to take, Maria grabbed Alberto's hand and hopped on the boat. Massimo started the engine and headed to open water, while they were there Maria looked at the separated island. "Hey Alberto? Have you been over there?" She asked pointing to the island, "Oh definitely, I used to live there!" He said while pulling the net out of the ocean to reveal a large amount of fish caught, Maria looked back at the island then went back to work.

Once they collected the fish, they headed back home so Giulia can deliver them the next day. "Ok, now that we're done, wanna grab some ice cream?" Alberto asked Maria, "Sure, uhh, what's 'ice cream?'" She asked, "You'll see." He said taking Maria's hand and walking to an ice cream store, "There's thousands of flavors to choose from!" He said showing Maria, "Oooh! Strawberry!" Maria said looking at the flavors. They walked up to the front desk, "What can I get for you two?" The ice cream lady said "We would like two strawberries please!" Alberto said and gave the lady the money as she gave him two strawberry ice cream cones, Alberto gave Maria one as he began to eat his. Maria tasted her ice cream, it was delicious, she could definitely taste the strawberry! "So about that question about my island, did you wanna go visit?" Alberto asked, "Yeah sure!" Maria said finishing her ice cream. Then behind them they heard a loud vroom noise coming from up the hill, they both looked to see what was making that noise. There appears to be someone on a Vespa riding down the hill into the town, "Oh no, not this jerk again..." Alberto said annoyed, "Who's that?" Maria asked, "Ercole Visconti, this guy's literally been messing with us ever since we beat him in the Portorroso cup, especially since we're Sea Monsters!" Alberto said angrily, "Oh, so, don't trust or like him?" Maria asked, "Not one bit." Alberto said.

Ercole came racing down the hill with his Vespa and parked it at a table, "And now the great Ercole Visconti will eat a delicious sandwich!" He said sitting down, "Ugh, c'mon, lets just quickly walk past him so he doesn't noticed us." Alberto said grabbing Maria's hand and trying to quickly walk past Ercole but he noticed them immediately,

"Well well well! If isn't fish boy! And his eh... who are you supposed to be? His little girlfriend?" Ercole said laughing

"Um, yes?" Maria said confused

"Pfft! Seriously? You are way too beautiful to hang with... a grotesque monster!" Ercole said putting his arm around Maria and trying to walk away with her but Alberto got mad and ran right in front of them.

"Maybe she's too beautiful to hang out with a human that looks like a sad catfish!" Alberto said pushing Ercole off Maria,

"How dare you make fun of my manly baffi!" Ercole says as he pushes Alberto back and begins to laugh,

"I'm surprised you even get a fidanzata!" Said Ercole as he punches Alberto in the gut, Alberto begins to cough from the pain falling to his knees and placing his hand on the part that he punched him at.

"Hey! Back off!" Maria says as she pushes Ercole away,

"Ah, my apologies, Mia Signora! I guess you didn't know this weakling was a disgusting Sea Monster!" He says as he grabs Alberto and throws him in the water fountain which causes Alberto to transform.

"See? What do you think of your 'boyfriend' now?" Ercole said laughing

"Well I'm not human either!" Maria said joining Alberto in the fountain and changing back to her Siren form and crossing her arms,

"Mama Mia!" Ercole gasped

"And first rule of attacking your opponent..." Maria said crawling out of the fountain and turning back into a human "NEVER underestimate their strengths!" She says as she headbutts Ercole and kicks him in his cazzo which causes him to fall down and curl into a ball of pain.

"Wow, your good!" Alberto said still holding on to his side,

"Thanks..." Maria said flipping her hair back and helping Alberto out of the fountain. Once out of the fountain Alberto turned back into his human form, "This... isn't over! I will have my vengeance!" Ercole said still in pain, "Oh suck it up, you sad catfish!" Maria said and grabbed Alberto's hand and started towards the water. "You ok, Alberto?" Maria asked, "Oh yeah, I'm fine. I'm used to it." Alberto said standing straight back up "Anyways, c'mon! Lets go to my island! I have a lot of things to show you!" He said as he grabs Maria's hand and they both dive into the water changing back into their normal forms and began swimming towards Alberto's old home. "Hey Maria, can you do this?" Alberto asked as he began to swim faster and jump up into the air out of the water turning back into his human form and then back down into the ocean changing back, Maria laughed swam faster and also jumped up in the and transformed back, only to fall back into the water and change back into her Siren form. The both laugh and started playing while jumping out of the water and back down, Maria went down deeper and quickly came back up only to jump even higher than before as she does a backflip. "Wow Maria! Your amazing!" Alberto said and dove deeper into the ocean as Maria chases him, they then began to swim back up and circle each other stare into each other's eyes which was a strange feeling Maria never felt before.

"Heh, your not a bad swimmer..." Maria said looking down and blushing,

"Yeah, I know. I'm a amazing swimmer!" Alberto said

Maria laughed, "Hehe, yeah you are." She said,

"Your not bad either! Your pretty cool for a Siren!" He said jokingly

"And your not bad at defending yourself... for a Sea Monster." Maria joked along

Maria and Alberto laughed as they swam up to the surface on Alberto's island and changed into humans again, "Well, here we are!" Alberto said. Maria looked around fascinated by the scenery, "What's this green stuff?" Maria asked, "Oh, its just grass, and those green things with brown branches attached to the are trees, like the one in Giulia's backyard." He said, "Oooh! Cool!" Said Maria. "C'mon, my home is this way." He said grabbing Maria's hand and starting up the hill to his rock cylinder home when all of a sudden Emily popped out of a bush and rushed to Maria, "MARIA!" She said hugging her, "Thank the Sea Emperor, we found you! We were so worried!" Emily said hugging her again. She was wearing her usual ripped black dress, but was a human form. "What do you mean 'we?' Who else is here?" Maria asked. Alice, Bianca and Stacey then come out of the same bush Emily came from. They too were wearing their usual dresses, Alice wore here jean dress, Bianca wore her silky bronze and Stacy wore her silky grey one, but they too looked human. "What are you guys doing here?" Maria asked, "Looking for you! Duh!" Emily said, "Yes, ever since you ran away after you caused your mothers death!" Alice said smiling evilly, Maria gasped. "Your what?" Alberto asked, "Pfft, who's this? Your 'boyfriend' or something?" Alice asked walking up to Alberto scanning him, "I am! What's it to you?" He said. Alice laughed, "Really? Wow, Maria. You finally found someone who's just as stupid as you are!" Alice said getting into Maria's face, "Alice! Why are you being so mean?" Emily asked as she walked between Alice and Maria, Alice then pushed Emily to the ground, "Because I hate her! We've been friends for years and ever since she met you, she's all you care about now! You didn't ask US if we wanted to come across the ocean meet your mother! We've never been across the ocean either!" Alice said angrily yelling, "Hey! Back off her!" Maria said pushing Alice away.

"Yeah! Back off!" Alberto said standing by Maria's side

"Oh how cute! Your such a baby, Maria! Ever since you caused your mommy's death, you've been nothing but a coward to stand up!" Alice yelled,

"Uhh, what is she talking about?" Alberto asked

"Wow! You didn't tell your boyfriend? its all her fault! She swam with Emily above the depth to an ocean current, when its our rule NOT to go above our depths, when all of a sudden a shark comes up and tries to eat her! But instead, mommy dearest sacrificed herself to the beast so that her ignorant daughter wouldn't be the one to take the bait." Alice said getting into Maria's face insultingly "If you ask me, I think YOU should've been the sharks meal!" Alice shouted, "It was an accident! I didn't know she would follow me!" Maria cried, "Pfft, sure you didn't" Alice scoffed. "Ok that's enough!" Alberto said as he pushes Alice away from Maria, Alice fell backwards a bit into the water accidentally splashing some water on Alberto. Seeing his leg change color from the water, Alice got another evil idea. "You know, I never got to see what YOU look like!" Alice said as she got up and pushed Alberto into the water, Maria gasped and quickly dived into the water after him. "Oh that's it! That Alice girl is gonna get it!" Alberto said, but Maria saw that Alberto was totally exposed, she grabbed his hand and said, "Alberto! We need to swim away, quickly! Before they see you!" She said and quickly started to try and swim back to town but then her aunt came up from underneath them.

"MARIA! There you are! I was so worried!" She said, she then saw Alberto and panicked "What in sea deep are you doing with a Sea Monster! He could've exposed you and you would've gotten hurt!" Doria said pulling Maria away from Alberto.

"But we're already exposed! And the human up there don't even bother! We're fine!" Maria cried out,

"Yeah, I'm Alberto Scrofano! Maria's boyfriend." Alberto said calmly sticking his hand out for a hand shake,

"BOYFRIEND!?" Doria cried "Maria, if your mother were alive and knew about this she would've had a panic attack!"

"But she's not! And she said I'm free to explore and do whatever I want! So if you'll excuse me." Maria said grabbing Alberto's hand and trying to swim past.

"Your mother may be gone, but I'm not! We're going home, now!" Doria said grabbing Maria's arm,

"NO!" Maria said trying to fight back, "I'm not leaving!"

"Maria! Your coming home now! And away from the Sea Monsters!" Doria said trying to grab Maria once more, but instead Alberto swam in between them and got clawed on the upper left arm causing him to bleed. "AHH!" Alberto screamed from the sudden attack. Maria and Doria gasped, Maria swam to Alberto checking his wound, "Alberto, what were you thinking!?" Maria said with worry, "I was just trying to protect you." He said. Maria gasped from realization, "I knew it, you ARE entranced!" Maria screamed "No I'm not Maria!" Alberto said, Maria backed away looking down and trying not to cry, "If you weren't entranced then you wouldn't have been trying to protect me! I told you that when we sing its dangerous!" She said crossing her arms and turning away. Alberto sighed, "Maria, I promise you, that I'm not hypnotized from your song!" Alberto said swimming up trying to comfort her but Maria pulled away, "STOP JUST- just listen..." Maria said turning around to face Alberto. She began to sing,

"Oooh, Stay away from the sea Far away from me I release thee from thy spell, Go back to the world above Spell is all but gone, Now your free."

Alberto swam back a bit and blinked a few times, "I don't understand... Maria?" He said, Maria swam back towards her aunt and then started to swim away, back to her home, her aunt, her friend and Alice and her friends soon followed, leaving Alberto there thinking about what just happened. He felt strange, like he was alone again but worse, he felt like his mind was swimming like a fish in a bowl "No! Silencio Bruno!" He said "Its just the hunger... yeah! That's it! I just need something to eat!" He said and began to swim back to town. Giulia and Luca were out on the docks trying to see if they can spot Maria and Alberto, "Do you see them anywhere, Giulia?" Luca asked, "No! Where could they have gone?" Giulia asked worried, then Alberto started to emerge from the water, "Hey! Giulia! Just in time! I'm having the case of the hunger again so, do you have any pesto ready?" He said heading inside, "Uhh, yeah but, where's Maria?" Giulia asked. Alberto didn't respond and just went inside the house, "Heya Massimo! Hook me up with delicious pesto!" Alberto said sitting at the table waiting for his food, "Here you go, Alberto." Massimo said "Where's your girlfriend?" He asked, "Uhh... I dunno..." Alberto said "But I'm pretty sure she's not coming back." He said trying to act normal. "Even so, she's a part of our family..." Massimo said grabbing a lantern and heading outside to look for Maria leaving Giulia and Luca there to question Alberto's behavior.

"Alberto, what happened?" Luca asked "Tell us."

Alberto groaned, "Her friends and her aunt came here to pick her up and take her home, we can't see her and she can't see us because of their stupid rule!"

"What rule?" Luca asked

"Where Sea Monsters can't befriend Sirens or else they'll expose their hidden world." Giulia said,

"Oh, you guys know! Good, can we stop talking about it now?" Alberto said while eating his food.

"But, Maria wouldn't just... leave. Would she? I mean, its not like you two to split up like this!" Giulia said,

"But we did, so goodnight!" Alberto said going upstairs to the tree to go to bed to forget everything that happened today. Giulia and Luca just stood there trying to think on how they were gonna find Maria and get Alberto to help look for her, they can't just give up, can they?

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Day 02/30 - Bultaoreune (It’s On Fire)

A/n: Day (week) 2 of 30 day OTP challenge! This has been crossposted to AO3, so if by chance you see this under the u/n Soojinnie, don’t panic HAHA it’s just me :3 Another short piece whoops, they get longer eventually I promise!

Prompt: Cuddling Somewhere

Pairing: Mingyu x Minghao (GyuHao)

Warning(s): Little bits of cursing, set in OFD Castaway, in that infamous Minghao bit

Words: 1,108

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“A big one is better, we can put more pots!”

“A big fire is hard to kindle, a small one is better!”

“I’m cold, so a big one is more comfortable!”

Everyone’s a little stunned when Minghao snaps like that (in front of the cameras no less), but at the same time they all knew it would happen eventually.

“Well, his innocent image may now officially rest in peace,” Jisoo murmurs quietly to Hansol and Jeonghan, and the younger snorts with laughter, nearly throwing himself off the little stool he’s perched on.

“The better Minghao gets with his korean, the snarkier he becomes,” Jeonghan chuckles, snuggling in closer to Jisoo to share his warmth. “It’s nice to see him open up,” he muses, jerking in surprise when Seungcheol’s loud booming voice calls for them to gather for dinner.

Mingyu tries to enjoy the food that he (with Seokmin and Minghao’s help) prepared, but he’s hungry , and this damn show is so not One Fine Day.

“More like Five Hard Days,” he grumbles to himself, and Minghao snickers next to him, smirking as he inhales the ramyun and grilled fish. Mingyu sets his plate down and pulls on some gloves, bending down to check on the sweet potatoes.

“Course two is here!” he declares triumphantly, breaking the steaming potatoes into pieces to share with the other members, sneakily handing Minghao a whole one to share between them.

Minghao peels the potato silently, savouring the steamy heat as he watches Mingyu do his motherly rounds. He settles next to Minghao when he's satisfied that the rest of Seventeen have been adequately fed, and takes a huge bite from the still steaming sweet potato, yelping in pain when it burns his tongue

“Idiot,” Minghao grumbles fondly, and Mingyu chews slowly, panting comically as he tries to cool the potato while eating.

“Didn’t know it was this hot,” Mingyu whines, watching as Minghao eats it carefully, fingers picking delicately at the orange flesh. “Why didn’t you warn me?”

Minghao wants to make a retort, but Seungcheol calls for the clean up crew to start washing up, and for those who helped to cook to get some rest. There’s grumbling about the lack of food, weather (and of course about the mess Mingyu made), but eventually the cleaning starts. Mingyu downs the rest of his potato in two bites, claiming the shower first, while Minghao leisurely finishes off his before heading into the warmth of the house.

Somehow, Seokmin decides that naruto running around the house they’re in is fun despite the slippery blankets and futons scattered around, and he nearly bowls Minghao over, sending them both crashing into a freshly showered Mingyu.

“Sorry, sorry” Seokmin yelps, scrambling off the both of them and disappearing round the corner before Minghao can react. He winces, feeling the pain in his knee from the fall, and looks up, freezing when he realizes he’s straddling Mingyu.

“Is Xiao Hao a little shy?” Mingyu coos, using the one nickname Minghao hates, and the younger (only by seven months, really), glares at him, purposefully putting more weight right onto Mingyu’s crotch, smirking defiantly when he squirms uncomfortably. “Not at all,” Minghao coos back, smiling sweetly at a now-frozen Mingyu. “You’re the one that’s getting all shifty. Something bothering you?” he grins, pressing down harder, a thrill running up his spine when Mingyu gasps.

Mingyu can only muster a strangled protest before Minghao’s standing up, brushing himself off nonchalantly. His timing is impeccable (as usual), because the next second the producer walks in, telling them that they’ve wrapped up filming for the night, and both boys nod, thanking the producer and his team for all their hard work.

They’re soon distracted by more important things (read: fighting to get ready for bed), and Mingyu pushes the incident into the darkest recesses of his mind. After an exhausting hour of arguing and fighting for the bathroom, they’re finally curled up tight, together no less, and Seungcheol’s calling out goodnight, while some of the others are playing around with the cameras.

The noise quickly dies down, the other boys clearly having already exhausted themselves. It’s almost dead silent, apart from Seungcheol’s thunderous snoring, but Mingyu’s wide awake and hungry. He turns towards Minghao, flinching when he sees the bubblegum haired boy staring right at him, eyes wide and alert.

“Can’t sleep either?” he whispers, and Minghao nods, motioning silently to Jun, whose foot is quite literally, up Minghao’s ass. Mingyu barely holds in a snort, and Minghao pokes him sharply, motioning for the other to follow him, blankets securely in tow.

They tug on their jackets (and the others’ jackets too because this damn island is freezing), and head outside, where Minghao immediately starts kindling a small fire.

“I know you’re hungry, and you worked so hard to prepare all the delicious food for us, so I thought I could make something for you,” he grins.

Mingyu grins excitedly, curling himself around Minghao (to warm up, okay?) and the younger laughs quietly. They’re both painfully aware that they should be asleep, and not making desserts, but the peace and quiet is the perfect way to wind down after such a chaotic first day.

He drapes the blankets tighter round Minghao's narrow shoulders, smiling softly when he hums in appreciation, holding their dessert over the fire.

The snack is simple. It’s just fruit (or whatever they can find, really) on a stick with a melted sugar coating, but Mingyu’s fascinated, and nearly breaks his teeth on the dessert, much to Minghao’s amusement.

“I like them a little softer,” the Chinese boy admits, and Mingyu sidles up even closer, taking the freshly warmed stick gratefully.He bites a little more cautiously this time, gasping when the liquid warmth spreads across his tongue.

Minghao watches Mingyu intently, giggling when a near pornographic moan slips from between his teeth. He takes a bite of his own snack, and hums, momentarily taken back to his childhood in Anshan, before any of this was even a dream.

Mingyu leans in close to Minghao, and quickly pecks him on the cheek, grinning cheekily when a pink blush creeps up Minghao's neck.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, and Minghao’s flush darkens. Mingyu’s infinitely amused as he wraps an arm around the younger.

“Don’t tell Wonwoo hyung,” he whispers softly, and Minghao leans his head lazily on Mingyu’s shoulder, looking up curiously. “But you’re my favourite,” he breathes.

Minghao grins shyly, snuggling deeper into Mingyu while they sit, watching the fire slowly die out. “Don’t tell Jun hyung,” Minghao murmurs sleepily, body completely pliant against Mingyu. “But you’re my favourite too.”

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portalford · 5 years

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Nothing to Stop Us Now

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“If I see one more purple mosquito thing, I’m gonna fling myself out of this tree,” says Stan, scratching furiously at a souvenir from one of the aforementioned pests. He’s pretty sure he killed that one, and that helps a little.

Just a little. It still itches like the blazes.

“That would be regrettable,” says Ford, not looking up from his sketchbook.

“You sound real regrettable,” Stan mutters. He gives up on the bug bite in favor of better entertainment: baiting Ford. “This is your fault.”

Ford, unlike the bugs, doesn’t bite. “If I remember correctly,” he says, in a tone heavily implying that he’s never forgotten a thing in his life (which is absolutely untrue) and still without looking up from his damn drawing, “I was perfectly happy to stay in my study and had no comments about ‘stretching my legs’.”

“Don’t quote me at me,” Stan snaps. “You needed to get outta that dusty closet anyway.”

Ford finally takes his eyes off his page, but it’s only to lean out for a better look over the branch he’s sitting on, far enough that Stan is tempted to yank him back before the idiot falls. “It’s fortunate that it isn’t able to climb trees, at least,” he says, going right back to his drawing.

‘Fortunate’ is not a word Stan would apply to any part of this situation. It’s hot, he’s thirsty, he scraped his arm climbing this tree, the branch he’s on is too skinny for his butt, and there’s two rows of sharp, slobbery teeth about ten feet below his ankles.

Ford, predictably, has ignored these and every other grievance Stan has tried to air over the past five minutes, so Stan just snorts.

Ford ignores that, too. He just says, “Watch out for the seedpods—my research indicated that these pods release a smell similar to hydrogen sulfide if they’re crushed. Probably to deter predators,” he adds, mostly to himself.

“Hydrogen what?”

“Rotten eggs, Stanley,” Ford says solemnly, before getting sucked back into his drawing.

And yeah, Stan’s feeling pretty petulant right now, but he’s not gonna make this experience worse. He scoots over a little, just to be safe. Now he’s sitting on a really knobby, more wobbly, part of the branch. Fantastic.

Stan’s pretty much over his fear of heights these days, but he’s definitely got a normal, healthy, self-preservational fear of falling. Especially when it’s a long drop and a short stop to being a devil dog’s lunch.

Said devil dog is still staring at him with all three of its ugly yellow eyes, tongue lolling hungrily over ugly yellow teeth.

Ford, who wouldn’t know things like ‘normal’ or ‘healthy’ or ‘self-preservational’ if they bit him with all the teeth in the world, teeters out over thin air again. He’s higher up and to the left, on a branch that looks even thinner and more uncomfortable than Stan’s, but he hasn’t said anything about it. Stan doubts he’s even noticed. “I wonder if there are more of them. Surely they would have heard the racket and come looking?”

“Ford, I will literally give you a dollar to shut up,” Stan says.

That, of all things, gets Ford’s attention. “Really?”

“…Would you go for fifty cents?”

“No, I was just shocked that you were offering to part with money for any reason.”

“Yeah? Well I was shocked that you were offering to shut up for any reason.”

Ford flashes a smile, sharp and challenging. Stan’s about to meet him with another insult when the devil dog, apparently unable to handle not being the center of attention for ten seconds, rears up on the tree trunk and makes a noise like a stuck pig.

Stan makes good and sure he’s got a solid grip on the branch before screaming back.

The thing squeals louder and lunges, jaws snapping shut just below Stan’s boots. Stan promptly pulls his feet up on the branch. These are new boots, and if they get chewed to pieces before he’s even broken them in—

His perch shivers and bounces as Ford scrambles to his feet above him. “Stanford for the love of God and money sit down.”

Ford does not sit down, choosing instead to hang halfway off the branch, talking all the while about “cross-species” and “evolutionary advantages” and other stuff Stan doesn’t bother to follow.

Instead, he finds himself a long twig and swats Ford’s leg with it, hard.

Ford cuts off, glaring. “What was that for?”

Stan pokes him again. “I know you’re super excited about this dog thing, but I am tired and sweaty and almost lost a chunk of my leg climbing this tree that I’d really like to keep and please sit down.”

Ford sits, and he even has the grace to look somewhat contrite. He promptly ruins this by saying, “iI’s not a dog, Stanley, it’s—”

“Sixer, I literally could not care less.” There’s a moment of silence while Stan nurses his physical bug-related injuries and Ford nurses his mental Stan-related injuries. Stan sighs. “Sorry. Rough day.” It’s more explanation than excuse, but it’s the best he’s got right now.

The devil dog yips. Stan almost wishes he was a bit lower, just so he could try to kick it in the face.

“It’s fine, Stanley.” Ford leans over to put a hand on his shoulder. Stan doesn’t waste his breath telling him to stay put, because the last six warnings have made no impact whatsoever, and it’s kinda nice anyway. “This creature is fascinating, but there are plenty of of other anomalies that can be studied without resorting to hiding in a tree. Besides,” he adds, sitting back and waggling his sketchbook, “I finished my drawing.”

Stan rolls his eyes, but he can feel a smile coming on in spite of himself. Ford has always been the most uniquely frustrating person Stan’s ever known—and Stan has known a lot of frustrating people, himself included—but there’s a kind of oblivious honesty to his frustrating-ness that Stan hasn’t found anywhere else, did without for thirty years, and would really like to never be without again, regardless of how much Ford pisses him off at times.

“Well, as long as you got your drawing.” Stan looks at the devil dog. The devil dog looks back. It feels really unfair that it’s got three eyes to stare with, but that’s life for you. “What do you wanna do about this?”

“I would suggest running for it, but that didn’t prove especially effective the first time we tried.” Ford considers the monster below. It hisses at him. “Also, it’s ready for us now.”

“It’s gonna take us time to get down this tree, too,” Stan says. He really doesn’t want to lose these boots. Or that chunk of his leg. Or anything else, really.

“Hm.” Ford stands up. “If I can jump on it, I think it would stay stunned long enough for us to get a head start back to the Stan O’ War."

“Okay, hold up,” Stan interrupts, loud enough to make the dog squeal. He ignores it. “I’m heavier’n you—if anyone’s gonna jump, shouldn’t it be me?”

“An additional nine feet should give me enough velocity to match your weight on impact,” Ford says, like this is a reasonable thing to be talking about. The way he’s eyeing the branch over his head is worrying Stan; he decides to nip this whole thing in the bud before Ford gets really into it.

“Yeah, no. Way too many ‘should-be’s’ in that plan, bro. I want to get out of this with all my bits attached.” Redirect, redirect, redirect— “How about we throw sticks at it?” Fantastic plan, Stan. That’s gonna win awards for sure.

Somehow, it does. Ford brightens like Stan said something genuinely smart and impressive. “Stanley, that’s brilliant!”

“Throwin’ sticks?”

“What? No, not sticks.” Ford reaches up for one of the fist-sized green pods from the foliage around them. “These.”

The last fifteen awful minutes are suddenly worth it, and better. Stan knows he’s grinning like a moron and he doesn’t care. “We’re gonna stink bomb this dog?”

“We are.” Ford’s got that crazy glint in his eye that Stan recognizes from their wilder childhood escapades, and he doesn’t even correct Stan about the dog thing. He hefts the pod in his hand. “How’s your throwing arm?”

Stan puffs out his chest, brandishing a stinkpod of his own. “You’re lookin’ at the reigning dart champion of Joe Shmoe’s Bar and Grill.”

“That was forty-odd years ago, and you cheated.”

“Still won!”

Ford rolls his eyes.

The best way to shut the critics up is with a practical demonstration, so—

Stan lets it fly.

It hits the dog square in its ugly face and bursts.

“Moses that’s bad.” Between the dog’s shrieking, the awful smell, and the shakiness of his seat, Stan’s not sure if he’s riled up or terrified.

Probably both.

“Impressive throw, though,” Ford says, lining up a headshot of his own.

Thirty seconds and about half that many stinkpods later, the devil dog is but a distant memory. Or would be, if not for the lingering stench and fading squealing of its flight.

“That’s right!” Stan shouts, high enough on adrenaline and the choking smell that he doesn’t feel any kind of worry when he leans out over nothing. “Tell your friends!”

“Here’s to hoping he has no friends,” Ford replies, flinging his last stinkpod into the woods. His mostly-level voice does nothing to hide the fact that he’s practically vibrating where he stands.

“Hell yeah,” Stan says, fervent.

It takes him a minute to get down, what with his legs being almost numb from sitting on that useless skinny branch for so long. Ford has an easier time, probably on account of his near-constant jittering and jumping around.

“So I’m all for coming back here with my knuckledusters,” Stan says, after a moment where they both just sort of stand there staring at each other across burst and battered stinkpod shells, “but can we do it tomorrow?”

“That might be for the best,” Ford says, lifting his arm over his face and wrinkling his nose. “I’m going to try that new odor remover I’ve been working on,” and Stan didn’t know about that but he’s not even a little surprised, “because I like this coat.”

“You might wanna use that stink cleaner on yourself too, Sixer,” Stan says as they’re walking back down the beach. “You smell like a skunk’s nightmares.”

“You could use a bath yourself, Stanley,” Ford replies, and trips him into a tide pool.

Stan yanks him in after, and he’s laughing all the way down.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #stanford pines #stanley pines #my writing #IT'S BEEN FIFTY YEARS #i've missed these characters so much but i wasn't feelin anything i tried to write #not sure i'm feelin this either but i'm on vacation so if i don't write now i never will

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minstrivia · 5 years

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concept;; dragon hybrid!yoongi

dragon hybrid!yoongi + first time with you feat. his dick piercing= w i l d

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you’ve been dating yoon for only a few months and he’s. an. angel. a wholesome nerd. the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. you love that lovey dovey side but shit—you’ve been itching for some sex. not to be greedy, you love him with ur soul and being but you’ve heard marvelous things from dragon hybrids. like they’re literal sex machines. high libidos. thick cocks. like thick thick. although sex isn’t what makes up a healthy relationship but! u didn’t notice his constant hesitation to take anything further with u. was he insecure? of his perks? of this other side of him? when you’re dying to explore him?

nothing went much further than just a make out session. you noted that he restrained himself from carrying on forward with anything intimate. you didn’t know this but, he was battling a complicated internal battle with his animalistic side.

his instincts begging him to claim you, to bury his cock to the hilt, nestled warmly by your wet walls. glide in smoothly and fuck you all night without an end. yet his rational mind insisted on him holding back, and blocking out all thoughts of him blowing his load in u.

it was tough. the more he smells your arousal dripping from ur cunt, the harder this battle gets. the more he craves for u, he more he’s near his breaking point.

now, now, ladies, i present to u, yoongi’s breaking point; you sat comfortably on his lap, hands around his neck, mouths devouring each other in frenzied kisses. you felt daring that night so you rocked your hips into his, earning a growl of warning. yet u ignored and defy his boundaries. you began to grind on him slowly, setting an even pace for him. his lips ghost over your jawline, harsh icy breaths fan your heated skin. “yoon?” “fuck baby, don’t. we—,” “no. I want this. and I know you do too so no more restraints. just, fuck me yoon. please?” god that lil whine of yours always gets to him. you’re offering yourself completely to him and what’s he gonna do? say no?

within a matter of seconds he has u where he wants u. pinned down, legs nicely spread. “yoon—,” “shh, don’t worry love, I take care of you. I promise, trust me on this, ok?” you always trust him. you didn’t have any doubt that this was in fact gonna be the greatest fuck of ur life. after a split second, u heard a zipper sound. you blink in realization—ah, he’s the direct type. no needed prep whatsoever. at least that’s what u assumed before you felt the tip of his finger poking at your throbbing slit, sliding against soaked lips.

“so wet..,” he murmurs before his curious fingers slips in and another follows behind. he starts to scissor u widely and u fucking saw stars twinkling. how did he manage to work those fingers so fast? and plunge so deep? god he worked wonders on u. long digits rapidly moving like magic.

you hiss when his rings made contact with your outer lips, “shit—yoon!” “fuck, gonna cum, baby? do it, I wanna taste this juicy cunt of yours.” his thumb harshly presses and flicks at ur aching bud, mouth lowering to wrap around the pink nub and suck. you cream his fingers wholly—mouth and all too. you groan lowly as u observe the lewd action unfold before u. he’s taking his sweet time lapping up his fingers, slurping every drop of ur release. “delicious.”

you instantly thought of him and his cock. was it as a girthy as the rumors? what peculiar features did it have? you needed to know. you push him down, hovering above his bulge. leaning down, you nip at his balls through the material of his underwear. he hisses at the contact, “fuck,”

you lick him through his boxers; running the tip of ur tongue along the outline of his prominent bulge. drawing out the width and length of his dick and holy fuck, he was monstrous. he wasn’t average at all. you, also, noted strange minuscule bumps along the head and sides. you assumed later on it was probably the fabric bunching up(but fuckkkk were u wronggggg)

“gonna suck it like a good girl or you just gonna tease all night, baby?” he moans the last sentence once you lay ur tongue flat on him. as u do pull his undergarments down, you catch a slight glint originating from the head of his cock. a piercing—right there, adorning his genitalia. and u do not fail to take in account the small ridges that covered the sides and head of his cock; fuck—so odd yet so enticing. he was an extraordinary creature indeed. “yoongi..,” you’re fascinated, mouth watering on the spot. “oh? you like that, love?” “fuck yeah. it’s stunning and fucking hot.” “yeah? if you like it so much then why don’t you give it extra care?”

you choked on the mouthful that is his cock. heavy on ur tongue and fucking huge in ur mouth. so perfectly long and thick. the tiny ridges scraping the roof of ur mouth and gently (somehow) sticking onto ur tongue, as if refusing to ever let go from this heavenly state. and not to mention the pretty hues of green and blue on his veins. he was made for you. what you couldn’t fit into your mouth you took by hand, bobbing your head up and down on his entire length. he was a hot mess; raspy groans leaving his throat as he grips the sheets. you pull away for a bit, jerking him off to give your throat a lil rest.

“f-fuck, you’re amazing. so, so good. keep doing that, love.” as u jack him off, you began to deliver small sucks to the pretty accessory on the swollen head. latching your lips around it and brutally sucking, tongue rolling along metal balls on the edges. he was pulsating and you felt it. meaning he was cumming and pretty soon. just for a tease, you skim ur fingers along the curves of his swollen balls, tapping gently at the greenish blue veins. you lightly squeeze one of them, in awe with how fat and heavy they were. so stuffed with sweet cum.

he comes down ur throat in a large amount. thick globs of hot seed fill ur throat like a fudge chocolate fountain. he had a light sweet and salty taste on ur buds, quite pleasurable to the taste frankly. dragon hybrid were actual wonders. period. end of discussion.

“lay down for me, doll. god, so gorgeous and all spread out for me. bet you’re drenched, huh?” he lines up at ur entrance, the piercing glinting under the moonlight and making u wonder all the kinds of friction that lil thing will give you. he places a quick yet meaningful kiss upon ur lips, a love-filled gaze gently watches u as he glides in fluidly. you relish in the feeling of being stuffed with his cock, the feeling you’ve awaited for so long. it’s here and ur living for it.

his thrusts are rhythmical yet sharp; striking ur sweet spot flawlessly yet edging you like no other man has managed to do. he sets an excellent tempo and some equally excellent hip movements. he packed a few things up his sleeve. momentarily, you could’ve sworn you sensed the pretty adornment kiss your womb and that’s when the hot coil of release in your abdomen began to unravel; you were gonna cum and very fucking hard.

you clasp ur hands on his, “shit! yoongi!!! right there, baby!!! harder, yoon!” your cries fueled him on, and before u knew it, his head was buried in the crook of ur neck, tongue lapping at a certain spot and—he bit u. fangs puncturing the delicate skin; a sign of love and claim. precise timing actually, you came down from ur high at the exact time. he licks softly at the tiny dribbles of crimson, “damn, baby. that was...fucking amazing.”

you kiss his red tinted lips, “hm, yeah. god, you’re a beast. and i love it. never hide this side from me, never.”

— submission

#AJHSJSJS FUCK OFFFFFFFFF #I HAVE AN UNHEALTHY OBSESSION WITH DICK PIERCINGS I SWEAR #yoongi #smut #yoongi smut #bts #submitted #submission

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inexchangeforyoursoul · 5 years

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FINALLY birthed this thing. I’m officially a disaster with writing anything that involves conflict. Just like irl. :”) Anyway, yeah, there were 3 reasons why I did not finish this immediately about a month ago.

Első: See above.

Második: I had no idea what I wanted the last drop for Hawks to be before writing the rest in advance anyway, whoopsie~

Harmadik: I was.... reeeeeally not sure whether I want to publish this during pride month, seeing as I’m cis, and what kind of shit I put in this. (..... ok I’ve been thinking about this, and somebody just tell me if I’m plain projecting shit here. I might as well. Like, I always am, but it has usually got to do with characters being heavily #relatable in some way in strictly canon, which goes for everyone I write scenarios for. But now I’m thinking about whether there is something more to this, bc me headcanoning Shiggy as genderfluid and starting that shitty LawxOC body swap fic came around the same time two years ago, and now here’s Hawks, too. I’m onto you, me. I’m so onto me...)

Anyway... if you want the usual fluff, you might wanna sit this one out. (There’s some of it, but beware of everything else... it got p long (~6.5k), too, so you might wanna read it on a proper platform for txt: AO3 )

Big, BIG thanks @cutiesableye @acidmatze @waxwingedhawks and @mistystarshine for basically proofreading it and slapping a big green GO into my nervous face. Or being at it rn; regardless, I am thankful. Sssh, only dreams now.

I hope y’all be as uncomfortable reading the meat of this as I was writing it, whoops.

For how much he's surrounded by people normally -which he enjoys most of the time, really- Hawks prefers the silent rooftop right now. It shouldn't be anything out of the ordinary, he'd need a lot more alone time in the first place… but he's supposed to be working right now. Be in the thick of this spying shit, collecting intel from social and environmental clues like nobody's business.

Returning to the room is not something he wants right now, though. The topic and the awkward atmosphere it brought are weighing on him, and he'd rather get over this before moving on with the sleuthing business. He's been perching over the weed-ridden parking lot for like half an hour already, though. Judging by what he can pick up, the League is back to their time killing activities, and not very concerned about his absence. He noticed Spinner checking on him some time back from the doorway, and that's what it was. He's low-key grateful that they would let him breathe instead of poking around some more, or tailing him. If it's something he's allowed to do all the time, it'll be a luxury he's plain going to cherish for as long as it lasts.

Another plus is… that his reasons to join have become more than just believable. Even if this bit of information was not something he wanted to share. Like, at all. Ever. It was perhaps naive to think nobody will ever find out in the first place, that it would stay a secret of the select few who trained and took care of him. But the ones aware of it now being the members of Japan's most infamous terrorist organization… is not reassuring.

Still… they are letting him be alone. It's… nice. Being seen as a person. It also hurts, though.

His feathers catch onto the vibrations of someone coming up the staircase again. The echoes tell of familiar size, weight and shapes… he knows who it will be. Being a wild card, he's probably coming on his own volition. The plastic smile is already in place, even though it has never worked on the guy- this was nice while it lasted.

The metal door opens with a lazy creak, then there's a soft thud, followed by slacking steps that stop right behind him. Dabi takes a swig from the beer can in his hand before speaking. "So… Peacock and Starling, huh."

"What about them, bacon face?" It's a funny feeling to hear someone say those… names, technically. It's equally funny to think that one of those is what he'd be known as if things go a little more his way. Even considered the title Phoenix for a moment, but that was too pretentious even for him, not to mention ill-fitting past being made of reds and yellows. As for the flashy Peacock… it's easy to see why the blatant joke got rejected off the bat. He'd look sick in iridescent blues and greens for sure, but that's all the reason he ever had to consider it. Those colors didn’t fit his basically pre-established brand… and nowadays he'd rather be invisible than catch even more eyes, anyway. And there's the almost, almost final Red Starling, which had the prototype of his current hero costume and everything…

He wanted to avoid predatory birds when given the task to choose a hero name, blatant secondary traits notwithstanding. They were beautiful creatures, yes… but hardly something reassuring and safe, killing for a living, full of pointy bits. Someone else probably wouldn't have batted an eye and had gone for the intimidation factor, but it was simply not what he had in mind.

A hawk… is a borderline case. It's among the smaller species and underwent some form of domestication, after all. They are not ideal for being kept as mere pets, though; they serve a purpose, instead.

They are used.

Used to hunt for sport or pest control, as he usually does. As he's supposed to right now.

So 'Hawks' was an afterthought, invoking the image of speed and danger. Which they insisted on, especially after… that. Smuggling the S at the end on the form was a last passive-aggressive jab after getting the okay, before letting go of who he used to, or wanted to be. It was fascinating to see the big shots make peace with it almost immediately, and regarding it as an improvement, even; 'makes it easier to associate with a swarm of feathers,' and 'more unique and identifiable,' they said. As if the original idea didn't accomplish both. It really was just… fascinating. The rest of these names, he banished to the stuffiest, darkest corners of his mind, as there were few good things, and even less pleasant memories attached to them. Until… today.

What has happened was simple and logical- the idea whether he'd choose another alias for underground activities came up. Mentioning them in the first place was an enormous mistake… and entertaining either as a viable option was even more so. Disturbing those relics reminded him of those buried memories and feelings, and all he can think of right now is the way Himiko's words rang in his ears barely half an hour ago.

Today, your smell reminds me of Big Sister.

Dabi lets out a sigh before getting to the meat of it. He spent the time Hawks had been gone on thinking himself, and there's a lot to unpack here. So he ought to take it step by step, lest he gets lost in the details. “Let me… get this story of yours straight."

… Great. This is exactly what he needs.

"It starts with… dirty, piss-poor little you getting caught up in a car accident and single handedly resolving it, right? Then, for doing something nice and selfless like that… you got sold off like a slab of fucking meat to the government.”

He blinks. "Hmm… not the most revolutionary take on it. I know you can do better." Claiming that the thought has never crossed his mind would be a lie. He just never let himself dwell on it. But now, this idiot is making him do exactly that. Or is trying to, at the very least. It certainly seems to be one of those convos. This… is turning out to be a major pain in the ass right away. Maybe he should reconsider provoking him this time around, it could backfire big time in the current mood of his.

“It is what happened, though, wasn’t it?” Dabi continues, slipping down to sit next to him, one leg dangling over the edge. “And once your apparently sub-par parents raked in the easy money, and washed their hands of you… you got stripped of everything.”

"Bold of you to assume that I had much to lose, bro. If you know about the accident, you also know where they picked me up from." Putting up a front aside, there was a rough edge to that 'everything' that makes Hawks want to run for the hills immediately. Nope, he is positively not in the mood for antagonistic banter at the moment. He wasn't really able to hide his upset and embarrassment over the situation, so Dabi must have found some twisted sense of enjoyment in pestering him about this specifically. Why can't this asshole just… shut up for once. He thought the villain incapable of it, but he does it so damn well with others around. Sticking with the lot might be a good idea, because solo Dabi is worse. He… he better filter out all the babbling before he starts thinking about bad shit or worse. It’s been a while since he had to take such measures, but he'll have to lull himself into a coma, and just… shut up. Inside out. And hope that Dabi gets bored of him.

“Doesn't change the point, does it, now. They started with any meaningful human contact you may have had… until they erased every last ounce of self," Comes the continuation while Hawks tries to block it out; "They denied you time, likes, attention, possibly even your basic fucking needs while moulding you into a perfect little cleanup machine that fears no death. Then tossed your dried-up skeleton into a roomy cage, filled with expensive junk to fill the void, as a semblance of compensation. Well thanks for fucking nothing, you sick fucks."

Hawks' eyes have locked onto a sunbathing lizard in the distance, but the idle animal is not quite enough of a distraction and his fingers twitch with the tightening grip over the wall's edge. Why does it sound as if Dabi was taking his side?

Shut up… don't pay attention.

He winces when Dabi pulls on the collar of his tracksuit to take a disgusted look at the label. "All the shit you wear was gifted from companies you played dress-up doll for, wasn't it… one fantastic billboard, you are. You own literally nothing else, do you? I'm sure that's the case, because, funny story… a newbie classmate of mine, some dump kid whose parents became new money, had always obscene amounts of cash on him… but after an initial shopping spree, he never could bring himself to buy a fucking thing. So we asked him about it. Turns out he simply felt like utter shit for spending any of it unless he had a good reason. I laughed then, but apparently, getting a bag of chips is a gargantuan issue for most people who grew up in poverty."

He leans closer, low words dripping like liquid venom in Hawks' ear. "You, too, feel like garbage every time you spend an ounce of money on something you can do without, don't you? Reminding yourself that there are dozens of that thing at home, lying untouched in your wardrobe that's the size of some families' entire house. Pray-tell Hawks, how many times did you sit over a full basket of online goods… the stuff of your dreams, probably some basic ass shit... only to back out at the last second, hmm?"

Shut up.

Dabi's eyes slide to the tense hands possibly attempting to tear the crumbling edge off the worn wall. A second later, he distances himself again, stirring the can with lazy, circular motions. "I don't even want to imagine what it feels like. Never spent a fucking dime on anything but charities, I fancy. And the odd bottle of booze, fuck or junk food… Are those chicken bits the only thing you're allowed to get? Tch.”

“What a fucking luxury, being allowed to treat yourself to a bucket every other week, when your disgusting training diet has been set in stone three months in advance." It sounds like a personal addendum, but not a single word in that sentence escapes the overbearing sarcasm and condescension.

A still ticking cogwheel in the hero's head wonders why Dabi knows of the standard diet thing he has to undergo at least twice a year being three months long, and how he could possibly know that he's come to hate half of the dishes over the years. The overwhelming majority of said cogs have long come to a halt, however, screeching SHUT UP. He's not sure who or what that message is directed to anymore. Probably both of them.

Dabi’s waltzing wrist comes to a halt, soon followed by the whirling liquid in the can; it's a minute break, the kind that's just enough to make conversations awkward. In fact, the silence is too big for Hawks to handle- there’s no white noise to drown out and it makes not thinking, not paying attention unbearably hard. The lizard disappears under the cracked asphalt, leaving him with nothing.

“With how long it took you to respond to Shigaraki, they also stripped you of your name. And what I got from the exchange with Toga… is that the same goes for your body, too.”

A shiver runs down Hawks’ back and wings over the addition, kicking the machine brain back in full order despite his best efforts. Dabi takes a big swig of beer and lets out a sigh, resulting in another ill-placed pause. It gives Hawks time to think, goddammit, and he thinks too fast, too hard, about everything.

“While you were moping up here, I've come to realize why you always seem to be so hilariously desperate to one-up me in any given way… it’s because you actually are grasping for straws. You have no control whatsoever, over anything. None." There’s a somber undertone to his voice. The can, along with the remaining sloshes of beer, are flung down to the concrete wasteland and land with a sad, high pitched clank. "My sister used to be like this… people like you don’t dare to ask why things happen. You will believe you’d done something wrong to deserve it all… maybe see yourselves as a necessary sacrifice. Did they ask you to be a martyr, or did you decide so yourself, bird brain? Not that it matters… because that’s exactly what your bosses want and they'd keep on twisting your arms until they get there… but I bet they did. They didn't ask whether you actually wanted it, though… or ask anyone else, about anything, for that matter."

He reaches over Hawks' vaguely trembling shoulders for the jaw, forcing his face out of hiding. The grip turns gentler as the man's head turns in his general direction, though he's refusing to make eye contact. Dabi keeps him there like that for a while, dissecting him with icy, blue scalpels.

"Gentle like a dove… you'd have flipped the fuck out and been talking shit ever since I opened my mouth any other day. Is this the defense mechanism you developed for these situations?" There's some twitches to the corner of the mouth, but the other remains unresponsive. Heaving another, mildly annoyed sigh, he pries the hero off the crumbling wall with a disgruntled huff and turns to face him. Once there’s some space to work with, he tilts the head in his grasp to the left, to the right… no resistance. "To see you like this is creepy as all hell, birdie… do you even register what I'm saying anymore? Or is ignoring me the goal? Hmm?"

He scoffs at the glazed eyes, then shakes his head. "I'd imagine you met some pigs high up on the food chain soon after the stunt… those monsters can do anything they want. Then buy silence from pocket change." He starts caressing the other's face as the trembling turns more and more into shaking. "Isolated, innocent eye candy kid at their mercy…… I can only imagine what they’d do to a sweet little plaything like you."

A visceral reaction makes Hawks' stomach convulse, threatening to empty itself, and the muscles in the rest of his body follow suit. Unwanted scraps of memories, all the blurred scenes, images and feelings he didn't quite manage to erase flare up in his mind. And even though his entire being is revolting against being reminded of hugs that felt off by a mere margin, of touches that were always, always distinctively soft and slimy, and things sometimes even worse, and much worse… the sole thing that betrays his near perfect neutral expression is a pair of clenched jaws. What concerns him even more than any of this, however, is the fact that his tear ducts have been burning up for some unknown time, and...

… too late. There’s already a droplet of water sitting on the thumb Dabi lifted up a second ago.

The tear gets reduced to nothing between the pensive swipe of two fingers as he lets go of him. “Thought so…”

A sliver… a handful of cells, some unidentifiable part of Hawks is thankful that Dabi doesn’t elaborate on what he’s thinking right now, glaring somewhere distant both past the hero and his own damp hand.

The villain's eyes come back into focus soon enough. There's still… one more thing. "Then you started to grow… and they decided to focus on function over form, since your baby face would be just as marketable with a scruff. Becoming popular and following a strict schedule makes it near impossible for creeps to do as they please, with all the watchful eyes dissecting your every move… so you live on a leash instead. An accessory to show off to guests… and still shiny, new weapon to flashily beat up people with." He cocks his head. "And you loathe mindless violence."

On one hand comes the relief that the previous topic has been dropped as unceremoniously as possible, and he gets a moment to breathe and stop shaking like a leaf. On the other…

They are used. Used to hunt pests…

Having less than no time for himself, the daily drill of regular heroing and the overwhelming amount of paperwork the job comes with are things he can deal or cope with… It’s fighting, hurting and confronting other people he loathes the most, even if he'll ram heads with the bigger fish to ensure a more stable framework for everyone to live in. For… others to live in.

Forcing himself into a group of known murderers and the deception this comes with is just the icing on the rotten cake. God, all these fucking lies, he cannot look into the mirror anymore for being overcome with sheer disgust. And now he's stuck with it until the source of all Noumu can be located, too. Why can’t things be like a shitty cops and robbers chase and, just… easy? Simple? Is it really that much to ask for?

But what makes it unnerving is to know that Dabi’s right, always fucking right. About people, what a living nightmare being a hero is once one looks past the glitter covers, and pretty much everything else. But most importantly, he's right about him. He hates being predictable at all, not to mention being read with confidence, and right now he feels as naked as an open book with covers ripped clean off.

He can feel more tears break free, and his fingers scrape over the rough concrete, letting the bumps and glass shards cut a fingertip or two open. It's frustrating. Every single time they happen to make contact… Dabi either makes a good point or manages to get the upper hand in the most inane, little ways, and it’s so… frustrating.

He can’t keep bottling it all up forever, but what is he supposed to do about these feelings?

“What I'm not sure about… is what exactly they are thinking this time.” There’s a thoughtful pause before the continuation; every last tendon in the blonde’s body tenses up. “Are they actually this desperate to get us for good… or is it you they want to get rid of that bad?”

For a moment that seems like an eternity, Hawks feels… absolutely nothing. Nothing but the piercing glare of the very sky above them, staring straight through the villain's eyes. “Psycho girl is right… you really have no idea how to say no.”

Why now… Hawks can't tell. But hearing the same shit he's thinking about for the millionth time makes something crack. Click. Snap. And next thing he knows, he’s already tackled Dabi to the ground and is clenching his fists into his coat; the man himself doesn’t look too surprised over the turn of events, which drives him even madder.

“Every,” his voice shakes with bubbling anger and is lower and gravelier than his normal, but it will do. Hawks pulls on the leather hard enough to lift the other before slamming him back onto the grey concrete--- “Every” --- over--- “single” --- and over--- “aspect” --- and over, “of you,” and over, “drives me up… the fucking wall,” and over… “any time you open your godforsaken MOUTH,” this time, he goes a little over the top, as the big yank is followed by a pointed knock upon Dabi’s head meeting the ground and his lungs flatten under the pressure of fists, but Hawks is not in the mindset to give a flying fuck about the minor inconveniences of the villain at the moment. Fucker has dug this grave himself, so he better lie in it. "how the everloving fuck... How…! How can you possibly know me more than I do?! TELL ME!!” He asks with an ever growing voice that borders screaming by now, all while shaking the man relentlessly.

He's about to pull and slam him down again when Dabi's hands grab onto his arms just below the wrist. Maybe it's that he did not expect it, but the grip definitely stings a little. As fragile as Dabi is, he thought those scrawny arms less powerful, but apparently what does he know? Still angry, he tears one hand free while shooting a glare at the villain.

There's a trail of blood flowing down his cheek around where Hawks' fist rubbed against at the time of the yank. Dabi blinks once, leaving his left eye with an odd pink texture as his lid smears the leaking red fluid all over it. Not too surprisingly, his face remains as unreadable as a mannequin's, and eyes as cold as that of a taxidermy specimen. Hawks hates looking at him when they are like this, which is most of the time. "Careful, little bird… you're tearing at the seams. Don't want to end up like this, do you?”

That calm voice works like just another taunt, making the hero want to beat him to a pulp, or at the very least, continue where he's just left off with flattening him into the concrete. At the same time… hesitation wedges his joints to a halt. No… No, he doesn’t want to end up ‘like this,’ whatever it may have been to drive Dabi into burning himself alive on a daily basis.

And he notices. Of course he does. Hawks could swear to see his lips curve, but it may just be the angle.

“Fucked-up kids know how to read others pretty well, don’t you think?”

Hawks’ still short breath hitches and he freezes upon feeling a hand, the very same he just shook off, slide over his hips, ice cold on his heated skin even through the fabric of a t-shirt. There's no real intent behind it; in fact, it feels like a doctor's indifferent, calculated touch. Somehow, that makes it even worse. "… didn't even have the decency to start stuffing you with testosterone from the get-go, huh?"

Another statement that sounds more like a personal note than anything else, and it makes Hawks’ skin crawl.

“Well I can’t read you for shit! Congratulations!!!” He barks, slapping the intrusive limb away. “For starters, what was this supposed to be about, hell, why the fuck did you even come up here?! Just to gloat about it into my face? Or do you want to make fun of me for not being able to decide whether I’d rather be a cheeky bitch or the insufferable prick I am today?!”

There’s tears streaming down his face again, but he couldn’t care less. It hurts like all hell… especially remembering full well how fucking much waking up from what was supposed to be nothing more than an open break surgery hurt- there was near nothing to remove, for fuck's sake. But claiming not to enjoy at least some aspects of what being a man brought would be just more lies on the throne built on them.

Mentioning his interest in IT and mechanics to strangers is not criticised or made fun of, not anymore. Neither is his tendency to run ahead of others in pretty much every situation. Instead of second guessing, people default to respecting and listening to what he says on any given topic in general, and he stopped doubting himself, too. The circumstances were a special kind of fucked-up for sure… but he also ended up having fewer weak spots than almost everyone else, which did come handy a couple of times. The hormones he received made him taller than he ever could have grown realistically, too. And rejecting fans is easier as most women- and most of them are women,- know basic fucking etiquette.

But he also wants cheesy tees with cats and birds and flowers that he never gets to sponsor. Cuter shoes that are still comfy. Some eyeshadow every now and then. Wear the prettiest blues and greens, and maybe… maybe a nice dress.

"… You are pissed for the same reason I am.”

By the time Hawks has processed the sentence, he is the one being pressed into the roof, with one wing stuck awkwardly underneath him. For a dreadful moment he breaks into cold sweat, because this also means that Dabi is between his legs, and--- fuck, this is the last fucking position he wants to find himself in, especially right fucking now. He doesn’t get to break out in panic, however, because the villain is busy strangling him against the lukewarm ground. It’s his turn to grab onto the other’s arms as he wheezes for some air. He needs to calm the fuck down somehow, otherwise he won’t be able to use his feathers---

“Looking at you… is like staring at a distorted mirror image at fucking funland.” Hawks cracks his eyes open, seeing Dabi stare right back at him. It's as if someone put goddamn transparency over the villain to make the blinding blue behind him visible. He’d blame cold eyes in general, but he doesn’t find Twice’s even lighter ones nearly this creepy when Dabi’s like this. His burn with intensity rivaling All Might and Endeavor, which have always made him uneasy.

“What a nice pair of custom-made patchwork monstrosities we are…” His voice delves into a hiss as the grip tightens over the hero’s neck. “… makes me sick to my stomach."

Hawks coughs under the weight on his throat. He manages to get some air in and think clearly enough to turn back to logical thinking; if Dabi wanted to go for the kill, he’d be toast by now. Motherfucker is just toying with him for the hell of it, isn’t he? He flexes his wings against the rough concrete and flips the two of them back over to where they started.

“Would you stop playing games, you *cough* sick fuck?!” he wheezes, all out of breath.

"Maybe you’re the one who should stop dicking around, bird brain!"

His next protest gets cut short when Dabi headbutts him in the temples. It feels half-hearted, but gets him to shut up for a moment nonetheless, which is all that the other needs.

"The fuck did you scrape us up from the floor for, HUH?! You had ONE JOB, and you could have been done with it just like that… but instead...!! INSTEAD you played nurse and started to GET ALL COMFORTABLE AND SHIT!” The villain’s voice is basically rolling like thunder over the forsaken plot.

Hawks’ angry and pained grimace twitches under his hand- he’s seen Dabi smug, and aloof, and crazed, but not… angry. Not to mention angry with him, specifically. And, once again, it’s one of those little, irritating, miniscule things that are… true. He didn’t get an order to stick around and follow the lead to the Noumu until like a week later, so it was all unnecessary and ended up being even more work and trouble than it was worth.

He didn’t have to help when he found all of them dying, bleeding and broken.

He also didn’t have to start talking to Compress and Twice and Giran, then all the rest as they warmed up to him and came to.

He wasn’t supposed to lie about their initial status, he didn’t have to keep covering for them after they were all walking and doing all right, after the decent person in him had already been satisfied.

And he definitely never meant to get… attached.

A pull on his tracksuit wakes him from the shock, just as Dabi continues screaming at him head-on. “And YET, there still isn't anything YOU want from us?! REALLY?!! Do you want to be a puppet for the rest of your life, idiot?!"

Well… Hawks had been called names before. He never thought that being called a ‘puppet’ would offend him this much, but that... that certainly just did it.

“NO, I DON’T!” He screams back at him, voice swaying all over the place.

"CAN'T HEAR YOU, BITCH!!"

"I SAID I DON'T WANT 'o!!” Whatever air's still in Hawks' lungs gets stuck inside as a wave of what’s probably fear washes over him upon hearing his own, distorted voice crack and echo in the empty parking lot. Realizing just how much he's straining his voice, a sudden knot manifests in his stomach that folds his rage into a small, jittery, awkward package.

“Ah… I,” It takes so much effort to squeeze out a single thing, what--- why is he embarrassed? “I don’t---”

The next word gets stuck somewhere between his thoughts and throat when the same cold hand from before leaves a little pat on his head.

"See? Wasn't that fucking hard, was it now." It combs Hawks' hair back, staples getting stuck here and there on the fragile strands. There’s nothing methodical about it this time; the entire gesture is just… gentle. "Good job, chicken."

Just like that… all that rage, despair and helplessness, along with the last confusing bundle of emotions, evaporates out of the blue, leaving Hawks empty and tired, somewhat nervous, and maybe a little… relieved. It takes him a bit to be able to think of anything at all, god knows how much time passes while he blinks blankly in front of him. It takes a rugged sigh from Dabi underneath him to phase back into reality; the scarred hand has long disappeared, and is tucked behind the villain’s head along with the other as he’s gazing at the passing clouds. The first coherent thought that crosses Hawks’ head is a fully formed fact- what kind, and with what purpose, he doesn't know or begin to understand… but this was… a test, or rather, a lecture.

A very… very crudely executed lecture.

Hawks sniffs with a stuffy nose. Fucking… fucking fucker. “… you are an asshole through and though, aren’t you?” And now he’s hoarse, too. Wonderful.

There’s a shrug… well, as much of a shrug it can be from someone in Dabi’s position. “I don’t believe it’s ever been up for debate.”

He sounds so smug, it's just so… ugh. The hero squishes his face with a palm in frustration before crawling off him at last. The annoyed grunt in response is all he needs right now. "Are you done being a nuisance, or do you wanna egg me on some more?"

There's a rare chuckle. "Already making bird puns…? Nah, little bird. Getting hell-and-back pissed is exhausting as fuck. You won't be any more fun today."

With that, Dabi scrambles onto his elbows, then sits back up. He gives a quick massage to his previously flattened nose before rubbing the back of his head; there’s a number of fully formed lumps already. Feathers isn’t very gentle when riled up… at least the spot’s not bleeding. He'll need to put some painkillers to work, though. "Still… the manic look suits you well. I'm getting giddy just thinking about your bosses' reactions upon seeing you like that." In a move that is more or less successful, he licks a finger to rub the trail of rust off his cheek.

Hawks wrinkles his nose upon seeing a rather genuine looking smile on the other’s face. “Please. Noone in their right mind is in my face like you are all the damn time… at least not with the intent of driving me batshit only to make me murder them. You’re a freak case and should not be accounted for.” He sighs, resting his head on an arm- there really is no willpower left in him to do anything for the rest of the day. There better be no trouble on his late evening patrol, or so help him. Or help it, because there's no guarantee he won't snap back to this awkward beat-to-a-pulp mode if confronted with a no-name villain.

After some fidgeting, Dabi produces something from a pocket… something that looks very suspiciously like a worn blunt. “It’s because they don’t have to, dumbass… you are edging towards a nervous breakdown at any given time. Anyway, look… you are no doubt seen as an invaluable asset… but are worth so much more still. Give yourself some credit." Hawks peers back at him just as the conspicuous thing is lit over a wrist which gets shaken after, much like one would put out a match. There’s a tentative draw, followed by another.

“What I want to say is… they are terrified of you, birdie. If not for the danger of exposing their disgusting practices, it's because they fear that their blue ribbon pet won't return from a hunt… for one reason or another. And, just for the record,” He breathes, offering the roll to him; “I'll gladly hold you back for a good scare."

Following a vacant stare and a blink, he takes it. It’s not as if this quite tolerable, for-the-hell-of-it mood of Dabi’s was new, but… he was seriously considering to strangle the guy a minute ago. When exactly did they return to casual banter? Hell if he remembers, or has noticed at all. God… this whole thing has him rattled real good. Hopefully a nap will get him back into the usual pace of things.

“I sure hope not everyone blows their sugarbird pocket money on beer and weed like you do,” The blonde muses once he can feel a different kind of fatigue set in, reaching the blunt back to Dabi. Hypocritical? Maybe. Won't stop him from nagging others for the same shit, though. Comes with the job.

“Well, Compress replaced the crumpled hat… and Tomura decided to save up for a new handheld,” Dabi muses, placing the smoke into the corner of his mouth. "It'll go via Giran, of course. After seeing the taxes on that shit, I can't even blame him."

Can’t help but smile at that. “You are all fucking hopeless.”

A hum is all he gets as a reply.

After a while of comfortable silence, the remains of the roll get snuffed out on the ground. Blinking past Dabi, Hawks can see the sun is soon to set. Fucked like two hours just sitting out here, didn’t he. The Commission better not expect much from today’s endeavor… cannot exactly tell them that he was getting high on the rooftop with the flame villain for a good portion of it, the only villainous topic being creepy fat cats and their own shortcomings. Or that his possibly biggest secret slipped, although they wouldn't give a rat's ass about that. Yyyeah… it’s best to bullshit it.

“Humor me for another minute of real talk, will you, chicken?”

Dabi’s voice drags him back to reality again, only to realize that the light has already turned into a warm yellow. If his bones… or rather joins popped now, he’d feel like the embodiment of a nice little bonfire under the sun. Huh. Guess the stuff was of the better quality to make him think of weird similes and turn his sense of time whack. What was he--- oh, right. He should answer.

“… cannot promise I'll be able to pay attention or remember any of it, but do your best, crouton.” There’s a mild prickly sensation in his wings and his brain feels like marshmallows. If only he could always be so calm.

“Don’t bullshit me, you barely had a whiff." The dirty remains of weed are flung over the roof in annoyance.

He can feel a goofy smile creep onto his face- it's nice to be the source of frustration for once. Maybe all he needs to do is be honest more often. "Second hand smoking goes a long way, bruh."

The initial answer is an exasperated sigh. "Shut it… Anyway, you should cut the sweet chirping and tweeting, birdie. No matter what you do, people take advantage of your position. You know this better than anyone else. So squawk and screech to your heart's content, if that's what you need… and if barking won’t help, get down to biting.” Having said that, he stops surveying the cracked parking lot under the golden sky, and turns back to Hawks.

He forgets to breathe for a second. Good lord… those eyes glow as if they were illuminated by blue fire from inside, and the contrast with the sunset is just… well, literally breathtaking, he supposes. This is among the few times when they don’t creep him out- quite the contrary, in fact. They still feel like X-rays, though. “I guess it really doesn’t matter… by the way, real talk question: can you fucking read minds?”

Not that he expected anything else, but a smug grin appears on the villain’s face. “Maybe~”

“Careful, man. Your pants are sizzling.”

Lo and behold, another rare chuckle. Despite being under the influence of drugs, (or maybe because of that?) Hawks is on a fucking roll.

He can't keep his eyes off those blue ones even once Dabi decides to stare back at him. “Jokes aside… suppose there really is an idiot like me out there, and they get up close and personal… put those clipped talons to work and gouge their fucking eyes out. You have all the means to tear them limb from limb… go all out, who gives a fuck. These are the same kind of people who shit on wild animals from beyond a cage, but watch them run with tail between legs upon realizing that the gates are wide open. And even if you weren't ready to dirty your hands or feathers like that…"

He lifts a pointing finger and rests the tip on the hero’s nose. "One word of yours… and we'll make sure it's the last day they touched anyone. Understand?"

Really, all he can manage to that is a weak, sheepish smile. “… thanks,” he breathes, not knowing what else to say. He should be a thousand times more alarmed over basically being told that someone's ready to kill for him, and not… well, flattered? Touched? Especially since he knows Dabi means it, and so would the rest of them.

“Great,” the other grunts while getting on his feet, and leaning just a little bit on Hawks’ head while doing so. What a turd. Latter’s about to get his stiff legs working as well, but once the vague aching starts subduing, he can see Dabi stop in the doorway and put a hand on his hip. “… those filthy gremlins have been spying on us.”

Indeed… someone brought the hero’s scantily loaded bag to the top of the staircase and left it there.

“In that case,” turns Dabi around, flinging said bag over to Hawks in the same breath, “go straight the fuck home and get yourself presentable, you overgrown turkey. Might wanna decide on the new alias by the next time I call, too. You already know the rest.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighs, dragging the strap over his head.

Between the echo of boots, there’s a distorted farewell: “See ya, little star.”

Hawks stops in his tracks. He looks over to the empty entrance, and the metal door wide open. The sound of footsteps has faded into barely more than creepy sounds in an abandoned building- if not for his feathers, he wouldn’t even know that six other people are under the roof he’s standing on. Spirits and shadows haunting an old convenience store like many others.

He's nothing more than another ghost out here, and yet… he's never felt so real.

---

No matter what he chooses, Dabi will just stick to 'fancy chicken.' Also, I’m so fucking proud of that Red Starling. Not only is it obscure astronomy bullshit (much like the title of this thing), but it would be a nifty alternative to Hawks; just hit up a video on a flock (or, as I just learned, murmuration) of starlings. Shit’s cray.

#dabi #hawks #bnha #boku no hero academia #DabiHawks #not necessarily shippy but you can certainly read it that way #Kate writes

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just your heart beating close to mine

for nurseydex week, day 2 - bed sharing

Nursey’s a clingy drunk.

Freshman year, Dex hated it. He and Nursey spend all their sober time bickering; fighting nonstop about everything from politics to slapshot form to whether ketchup belongs on scrambled eggs (Dex will never fucking admit it, but he’s actually started to find it delicious; Nursey can never know). But the second Nursey slips over the line from tipsy to drunk, he’s Dex’s best friend–hanging off Dex’s shoulders, draping his feet into Dex’s lap, hell, draping himself into Dex’s lap, two hundred pounds and then some of languid muscle. He’s sweet when he’s drunk, his chirps soft and fond instead of scathing, and his fingertips are gentle when they wander over Dex’s skin, dipping under the collar of his t-shirt, brushing against the short hair at the nape of his neck.

And Dex hated it, because morning would come, and hungover Nursey is clingy too but not in the same way, and they were always back to sharpness, and Dex would have to pretend he didn’t get home from those kegsters and throw himself into very, very cold showers.

Sophomore year, it’s a little better. They’re friends more often than they’re not, but on the flip side, that means the rest of the team actually trusts Dex to be on Nursey Patrol (“If you don’t want to kill him all the time, we can probably trust you to make sure he doesn’t drink himself into a coma,” Bitty said cheerfully the first time, shoved Nursey, already tipsy, towards him, and disappeared onto the dance floor with a solo cup in his hand).

Except Nursey Patrol, he learns, doesn’t end with the kegster. No, Nursey Patrol ends with Nursey safe in his bed, at least out of his shoes but ideally in something comfortable enough to sleep in, after a cup or two of water and two tabs of Aspirin, his phone plugged in and the door to his room locked.

(Dex does not want to know the series of events that led to this level of Patrol being in place. If he thinks about it too hard, his chest starts to hurt, and he doesn’t wanna deal with that.)

But–

“Dexy,” Nursey says, as Dex manhandles him down to his bed and then flops down next to him, hauling Nursey’s foot into his lap to start on his shoelaces, because Three Cups of Tub Juice Derek Nurse is not a Derek Nurse who has the coordination for tasks involving dexterity. Dex had said that, once, and Nursey had said “ha, Dexterity,” and giggled for ten minutes. “Dex, will you stay with me?”

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“That is not my job,” Dex says, partly because it’s true, and partly because he has a shred of self-preservation, and knows himself well enough to be aware that a night pressed against Nursey’s side. Especially when Nursey’s like this, loose-limbed and reaching for him, running his fingertips over the sleeve of Dex’s hoodie where he can reach it, like he’s fascinated by the texture.

“Please?” Nursey gives him a pleading look that shouldn’t be nearly as attractive as it is. “I get lonely.”

Dex rolls his eyes. “Should’ve hooked up, then,” he says, and tries not to sound petulant. Nursey actually doesn’t pull at kegsters that often, for all that his flirting tends to be reciprocated, and he never seems to have any shortage of dance partners.

Nursey huffs. “You guys never let me,” he says.

“Yeah,” Dex drawls. “We, the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team, with our captains and their literal spreadsheet-based wingman assignments, are totally trying to cockblock you, Nurse.” He gets one of Nursey’s shoes off, and starts on the other.

“You didn’t let me tonight,” Nursey says.

Dex pauses, his fingers stilling where he’s been struggling with the knot of Nursey’s tennis shoes. He looks over at Nursey, who has his eyes closed, his lips tugged down in a pout. “Wait,” Dex says. “Are you talking about that guy I pulled you away from on the dance floor? The one you wanted to go home with?” Nursey shrugs one shoulder, not opening his eyes. “Nursey. Dude. You were fucking wasted, you were like…way past the point of making that choice.”

“He was chill,” Nursey says, and Dex just…

“It doesn’t matter that he was chill, Jesus.” He pokes him, hard, in the middle of the chest, and Nursey makes a face and finally looks at him. “I need you to tell me you understand that you can’t have sex with strangers when you’re this fucking drunk, Nurse. Like, please tell me that all the shit you preach about consent isn’t just lip-service.”

Nursey presses his mouth into a line for a moment, and then he drops his head back onto his pillow. “I don’t like sleeping alone,” he mumbles. “They usually let me stay the night. Or they stay. Whatever.”

Dex stares at him, trying to feel something other than horrified. Pity, his brain tells him, is the appropriate feeling here, that Nursey would hook up with someone just to have company for a night, but instead all he’s coming up with something like fury. He takes a deep breath, finally gets the knot of Nursey’s shoe undone, and wraps his hand around Nursey’s ankle. “Get a fucking teddy bear,” he says, keeping his voice carefully measured.

Nursey closes his eyes. “Sure, Poindexter,” he says, and he sounds suddenly tired.

He’s not touching anymore, Dex realizes suddenly. His hands have fallen away from Dex’s sleeve, his fingertips not brushing over the fabric of Dex’s jeans. “Hey,” Dex says. “You okay? Not gonna throw up, are you?”

A huffed laugh. “Nah.”

“Good.” Dex gets to his feet and goes to Nursey’s dresser. By now, he knows where Nursey keeps his sweatpants. He grabs a pair, and then pauses, thinking, looking over his shoulder–

Whatever, fuck it. He unzips his hoodie and adds it to the bundle, then turns. “Heads up,” he says, and throws the clothes at Nursey, then pulls Nursey’s SMH sweatshirt out of his drawer to pull over his own head for his walk back to his room.

He absolutely does not duck his head into the collar to see if it smells like Nursey’s cologne in addition to his laundry detergent.

(It does. Fuck.)

When he turns, Nursey is sitting up in bed, blinking at the clothes in his hands in vague confusion. “This is yours,” he says, poking at Dex’s hoodie.

“Brilliant, Sherlock,” Dex says.

“Why is it yours?”

Any other time, the confusion on Nursey’s face would be gratifying. Right now, there are too many emotions in Dex’s chest in head for him to try and feel smug. “Because I don’t see a damn security blanket around here, Nurse,” he says. “So just–I don’t know. Snuggle that.”

Nursey looks at him, and there’s something in his expression that Dex can’t place. Vulnerability, maybe, or hesitation. “Dex,” he says, but Dex can’t look at him, not when he looks like that.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” Dex says. “Your water bottle’s on your desk. Drink the whole thing before you crash.” He’s cutting out early, but whatever. He goes for the door.

“Dex,” Nursey says again.

Dex pauses, his hand on the doorknob.

“Will you stay with me?”

Dex takes a breath. He doesn’t turn around. “Go to sleep, Nursey,” he says. “I’ll see you in the morning. Drink your water.”

He leaves.

(The next time he’s on Nursey Patrol, he catches sight of his hoodie, bunched into a corner of Nursey’s bed, half-tucked under his pillow. Dex doesn’t comment, and Nursey doesn’t ask him to stay.)

Junior year–

Well.

The cup of tub juice in his hand sloshes as Nursey crashes into him, long arms winding around Dex’s shoulders. “Jesus,” Dex says, switching hands so he can wipe what he’s pretty sure is some combination of Everclear, pineapple vodka, coconut rum, and lemon-lime soda off his fingers from where his drink had spilled. “Walk much, Nurse?”

“No,” Nursey says, looking delighted at the idea of it. He nuzzles his face into Dex’s shoulder and Dex sighs, taking it. At the very least, two years and change of this have immunized him–he can deal with this without blushing. “I don’t walk, Dexy, I float.”

Dex snorts. “Maybe try keeping your feet on the ground,” he says, giving an apologetic look at Raf from his data structures class, who’s watching them with confused amusement.

Nursey shakes his head and leans harder against him. “’s what I got you for,” he says. “All solid. Strong steady feet, from wanderin’ round lobster boats.” He gives a sudden laugh. “Pero no amo tus pies sino porque anduvieron sobre la tierra y sobre el viento yo sobre el agua, hasta que me encontraron.”

He punctuates that with another laugh, this one more of a sigh than a snort, and presses his face back into Dex’s shoulder. Dex makes a face. A sudden switch to another language usually means Nursey’s chirping him, and all Dex got from that was agua, which he knows means water, so probably Nursey’s making some kind of lobster joke. He huffs a sigh and looks at Raf. “Sorry about him,” he says. “Usually someone keeps a better eye on him.”

It’s not him, for once, and he’d actually thought for ten seconds he might get lucky–he’s not really into Raf, but he figures getting laid might get this Nursey thing out of his system. Fat chance, probably, if he hasn’t gotten over it in the past two years it’s probably gonna stick, but he might as well try, especially if someone else was going to keep Nursey out of their shared room for him to get off with someone.

(He’s got enough awareness of his own body and how long it’s been since he’s hooked up that he can admit he probably won’t need all that long. But, y’know. He’ll be a gentleman and shit.)

Raf’s looking at them, though, and he doesn’t look mad. He mostly just looks…amused. And a little embarrassed, which makes…no sense. “It’s cool,” he says. “Um, sorry, dude. I didn’t realize you had a boyfriend.”

Dex is really, really glad he didn’t decide to take another drink, because he’s pretty sure he would have just done a spit-take all over himself. “What?” he sputters. “I don't—we’re not—”

“Oh.” Raf’s brown skin flushes pink along his cheekbones. “I just thought, uh…” He looks at Nursey. “¿No ustedes están saliendo?”

Nursey lifts his head a fraction. He glances once at Dex, expression flushed and unreadable despite how open his face usually is when he’s drunk. “Él no lo quiere.”

Raf cocks an eyebrow. “Right,” he says, like he doesn’t believe whatever Nursey just said, and okay, Dex knows when he’s being talked about.

“Hey,” he says. “Not to be that white guy, but like…I only took half a semester of Spanish in high school before I switched to Latin?”

Raf snorts. “We weren’t talking about you,” he says, which Dex doesn’t believe for even a second. He gives Nursey another lingering, thoughtful glance, then says, “I’m gonna split. Past my bedtime. Will, I’ll see you in class?”

The fuck, Dex thinks, but he says, “Yeah, dude, see you.”

He waits until Raf has disappeared into the crowd, and then steps away from Nursey just enough to make sure he staggers. “What the fuck, man?” He complains, as Nursey wobbles on his feet and gropes for the wall to steady himself. “I was trying to actually get some for once!”

Nursey has the decency to look guilty, because as much as Dex complains, Nursey is not, at his core, an asshole. “Sorry,” he says. “I just, uh. I lost Wicks? Or Wicks lost me? And there was this dude from the Bentley soccer team who came with a bunch of Ollie’s friends and he’s been trying to wheel me all night, and I was into it earlier but I’m just not really feeling it now but he wouldn’t get the hint, so I thought…”

Fuck. The timing’s shit, but he basically did exactly the shit Dex has been trying to get him to do for literal months. He sighs. “It’s fine,” he says. He reaches out to haul Nursey off the wall, and Nursey sways into him with a tired, contented sound, tucking his face into Dex’s neck.

That hasn’t gotten any easier to deal with. Nursey turns his face, his stubble scraping Dex’s skin and his breath warm, and Dex has to suppress a shudder.

“Okay,” he says. “I think the party’s over, yeah? Let’s get you to bed.”

Nursey huffs and doesn’t lift his head. “You never wanna go to bed with me,” he says.

Dex doesn’t even know what to do with that. “I sleep three feet above you,” he says, because that seems like a safe response. “Come on. Upstairs.”

It takes them the better part of five minutes to get up the staircase and into their bedroom—Nursey keeps wobbling into Dex’s side, and refuses to let go of Dex long enough for Dex to get him properly on his feet again. Dex is out of breath by the time they get there and he can kick the door shut; he’s built and he works out, but Nursey is fucking heavy, and not particularly cooperative. He dumps Nursey down on the bottom bunk and flops down on the floor beside the bed with a grunt.

“You’re on your own for your shoes,” he says. “I’m not moving.”

“Okay.” Nursey doesn’t move, though, and after a few seconds of no rustling or thrashing, Dex opens his eyes. Nursey’s staring at the underside of the bottom bunk, the lopsided grin he gets when he’s drunk gone from his face. He looks blank, now, like there’s nothing in his eyes, and that twists at Dex’s chest.

Before he can ask, though, Nursey rolls onto his side to look at him. “I’m sorry I fucked you over tonight,” he says. “I didn’t realize you were trying to hook up.”

Dex shrugs. “It’s fine,” he says, and is surprised to find that he means it. He’d wanted to get off, yeah, but it was more about scratching an itch than any real urge. “You’re more important.”

Nursey sucks in a breath, but doesn’t say anything else. Dex allows him the silence, busies himself with kicking his sneakers off, shoving his jeans down and yanking them off his ankles. He leaves his t-shirt on, and looks woefully up at the ladder to his bed.

And that’s not even counting the trek to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He grimaces, then works his tongue around his mouth. Fuck it. It’s close enough to morning anyway. With a groan, he hauls himself to his feet.

A hand catches his wrist as he reaches for the ladder and he stops, looking down at Nursey. “You okay, bro? You’ve got water, it’s on the nightstand.”

“I know. I know, I just—” Nursey bites his bottom lip (Dex wishes he wouldn’t; it’s fucking distracting, and Nursey’s way too drunk for Dex to think about kissing him without being a huge skeeze) and then looks up at him, all bright, tired green eyes. “Will you stay with me tonight? In my bed?”

Dex almost says no, just out of habit. But Nursey hasn’t asked him for months, and there’s something small in his voice that Dex doesn’t like. He sighs. “Okay,” he says.

Nursey looks startled. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Dex drops his hand from the ladder and ducks down to the bottom bunk. “Move if you don’t want me to step on you, I know you like the outside.”

It takes some wrangling in the dark, the two of them really too big for a bed this small. Dex ends up wrapped around Nursey’s back, one arm slung over his waist. Nursey feels good in the curve of his arms, and he wishes he didn’t. He pokes Nursey’s ankle with his foot. “Your shoes are still on,” he says. “You’re gonna get Haus floor grime in your sheets.”

“They gotta be washed anyway,” Nursey mumbles, but he squirms around, and Dex hears the thumps of his sneakers falling over the side of the bed.

“You’re still in your jeans, too.”

Nursey’s shoulders tense, almost imperceptibly. “I wanna keep them on.”

Dex doesn’t like whatever just slipped into his voice. He takes a careful breath and then shrugs. “Whatever you want,” he says.

A moment of quiet. “Thank you.”

Dex snorts. “You’re not gonna thank me in the morning when your button’s permanently embedded in your skin, but whatever.”

“Not for that.” Nursey’s hand curls over Dex’s wrist where it lies low on his stomach. “For not asking.”

“Oh.” Dex thinks about that. It’s not a lack of wanting to know—to know why Nursey hates being alone when from everything he’s told Dex about his moms he grew up desperately loved, to know why he drinks like he wants to wipe his memory when he talks about his life with a voice curved soft with sweetness. It’s just that… “I figure if you wanna tell me, you’ll tell me,” he says.

“I’d tell you,” Nursey says. “If you asked.”

“I know.” It surprises him a little that he believes it.

They lie there together in the dark, quiet. Dex can feel Nursey’s heartbeat through his shirt. His skin smells like sweat and the spicy-sweet scent of his cologne and that strange mix of alcohol and sex that permeates the Haus during parties. He tries not to breathe too deeply.

“Hey Dex?”

Dex opens his eyes. He hadn’t realized they’d drifted closer. This, at least, is familiar—Nursey is always chatty when he should be sleeping. “What,” he says. As gentle as he can.

“You look at me sometimes like you wanna kiss me,” Nursey says. Simply, quietly, like he hasn’t just frozen all of Dex’s blood in his veins.

“I,” Dex says, and falters. He’s desperately glad that Nursey’s facing away from him, and he has no idea whatsoever what to say next.

Nursey tightens his fingers around Dex’s wrist. “Do you? Want to, I mean?”

“I,” Dex says again, because he’s clearly the eloquent one in this relationship. He takes the easy way out. “Not right now,” he says. “Not while you’re drunk.”

“Oh.” Nursey’s quiet for a moment. His thumb is tracing quiet lines over Dex’s pulse point. “If you wanted to, when I’m not drunk,” he says slowly, “I’d be okay with that.”

Dex swallows. “Yeah?” He asks. Cautious.

Nursey nods. The motion makes his hair tickle Dex’s nose, and Dex has to duck his head to scratch his nose against the back of Nursey’s shirt. “Yeah. I think. Yes.”

“Okay.” Dex’s head is spinning, even though he only had one cup of tub juice tonight. He takes a careful breath, and then pulls Nursey closer to him. “Go to sleep, Nursey.”

“And you’ll kiss me in the morning?”

“Maybe,” Dex says, like he isn’t counting the hours like a fucking idiot.

“And you’ll be here when I wake up?”

The question comes out soft, but Dex hears the weight in it. He tightens his arms. “Yes,” he says. “Now sleep.”

Nursey’s breathing evens out and deepens. Dex closes his eyes, and rests his head against Nursey’s back.

A kiss in the morning, and staying through the night.

He smiles.

He can do that.

#nurseydex #nurseydex week #otp: you'd totally sing to me #this was literally written on my phone i'm a disaster #tw alcohol use #consent discussions #make good choices in college kids #derek nurse is a nice boy but a bad role model

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what made you learn korean? any tips for somebody who wants to learn it?

tbh my interest in learning the language first sparked a few years ago bc korean entertainment (e.g. watching kdramas/variety shows, listening kpop) and i’m pretty sure that’s probably the first exposure a handful of learners also had lol. however that wasn’t definitely not the only factor as to why i’m learning it now. i honestly just have a genuine interest in learning languages in general? korean is actually the fourth language i’m learning, i’m already fluent in both english and somali, and i spent some time learning arabic (which i’m definitely still not “fluent” in but i hope to improve more in the future.) the process of learning a new language is just really fascinating to me?? like just knowing that i could be able to communicate in to some one in their own native tongue is literally so !!! amazing, i don’t even know how to put it. i always like to share this quote by nelson mandela since i always find it to be very relevant and it speaks to me on a whole other level, “If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.”

as for some tips!

make sure to practice everyday. whether it’s a few hours of intense studying or even just five minutes waiting at the bus stop. try to do something related to learning your target language (e.g. learn/review vocab, read an article, speaking/writing practice, etc.)

figure out your way of learning. some methods may work for others that don’t work for you, it’s just important to poke around and try different things out (e.g. listening to podcast, watching online lessons, using apps, doing one-on-one learning with native speakers, etc) until you find something that works for you and stick to that!

it’s okay to make mistakes! as a learner you might feel hesitant to practice korean with native speakers or others who speak the language well out of fear of messing up but!! it’s okay to make mistakes! you’re still learning and like? we all make mistakes even in our own native tongue so you shouldn’t hold yourself that sort of standard. try viewing mistakes as a learning opportunity instead which you can grow from.

try to enroll in a class if that’s something available for you! i know some people are like “you don’t have to pay a cent if you wanna learn korean :)” which is kinda true since there is a ton of free resources online that i highly suggest taking advantage of. but honestly? i’ve been learning korean for roughly 2/3+ years now and my korean improved tremendously since i have enrolled in korean language courses at my university. plus i probably prefer it now more than self-study since it keeps me more motivated and i get to practice a lot with my fellow classmates and have my korean professor to talk to whenever i come across things i need more clarification on.

feeling discouraged? remember why you’re learning it in the first place! there will definitely be times in which you feel like you aren’t cut out to learn the language and feel like quitting. but it’s important to remember what drove you to learn it in the beginning and how much you have learned since you started (and how much you will be able to learn if you continue.) also, don’t constantly compare yourself to others, we all have our own pace for learning so no need to rush to get to the end goal.

#replies #anon #koreanblr #study tips #ahhhh sorry for the late reply ft. all that rambling but i hope this helpssss!!!!

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It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Gyftmas, Part 13

((Still cleaning up. Roan and Dread discover that they do not, in fact, like tongues very much.))

((Muses:

Roan, from here

Dread and WD, from @the-dread-papyrus

Undyne, from @the-hcroine-appears

Ace and Spade, @acetheskeleton and @spadetheskeleton

CB and Slob, @coolskeletonsdontcry and @slobbyseconds

Zax, @holdusfast))

Ace/Spade/Delta 🍯 Ace hummed as he got food, filling up one plate and going to hand It to Slob before he went back and started filling up another. Christ, there was a lot of food. He blinked and looked back at CB, smiling at him.

🍯 "s'not a big deal, really. it's givin' me somethin' to do, after all."

CB & s 🐽 an' givin' me one less thing to do! it's honestly a win-win here.

🐝 🐽 [Crybaby lets out another G R O A N. Slob just laughs.]

Ace/Spade/Delta 🍯 Ace chuckled a little before going back to piling food onto the plate, humming. Dang, he might need one more.. yeah no he's gonna need one more plate, just one though at least. He goes back over to Slob, hand him the second plate, before going back to fill up the last plate with whatever's left and bringing that to CB. He smiled.

🍯 "heh, i actually. didn't quite realize just how much food there was till now, honestly. hopefully that's enough of everything, though."

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 🌹 YEAH, I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO END UP WITH QUITE SO MUCH FOOD, HONESTLY! BUT THAT'S OKAY. AT LEAST I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT MAKING SURE EVERYONE IS FED, NYEH HEH HEH!

Ace/Spade/Delta 🍯 Ace looked back to Roan with a nod, then looked around.

🍯 "aaalright then, we good to try n' shove alla this in the fridge now?"

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 🌹 [Roan grabs another handful of sweets to eat and decides to just. Shove them all in his mouth at once. It's fine, he can handle it.]

🌹 YES, I THINK SO! LET'S GET THESE ALL PUT AWAY!

Ace/Spade/Delta 🍯 Ace blinked at him as he shoved all those sweets in his mouth and started to laugh, snorting a little. Nerd.

🍯 "geez calm down man, you're gonna have plenty of sweet things to eat. no need to cram em' down your throat like that."

He shakes his head and picks up two different dishes and heads off to the kitchen to put them in the fridge.

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 🌹 NYEH! WELL, THEY'RE GOOD!!! AND BESIDES, I NEED MY HANDS FREE ANYWAY.

🌹 [He grabs another couple of dishes and follows.]

CB & s 🐽 🐝 [Slob's pretty happy about his two plates. Crybaby, a little less so. He's going to have to wash those before returning them. Then Ace hands him a plate, and this is just. It's so much food. This isn't even the first time he's been given a whole bunch of food to take home for the hell of it. At least this time it's genuinely extra. But he can't help but smile back. And he keeps that smile as he watches Ace head back off into the kitchen. Slob notices.]

🐽 you gotta date more people that'll go outta their way to set me up like this.

🐝 AAAAAAA, SANS!!!

Ace/Spade/Delta 🍯 Ace didn't notice what Slob said, at least, as he headed off and put those two dishes in the fridge. Then he goes back and grabs two more, going to do the same thing. God so much food... He keeps in mind what Roan said and leaves the cereal where it is, at least. He's actually genuinely surprised that all of this food fit on that table, how lucky.

🍹 Spade's just watching him and Roan take those foods to the fridge, sighing.

🍹 "geez ace, you really are becoming your brother. can't believe my boyfriend's being converted into a blue pap, heh."

🍯 Ace just shoots him a glare, huffing at him and sticking his tongue out.

🍯 "shuddup you jerk."

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 🌹 [Just goes to show Roan's table setting skills are second to none.]

🌹 I CERTAINLY DON'T SEE ANY PROBLEM WITH SOMEONE TAKING AN INTEREST IN CLEANING UP AFTER THEMSELVES, NYEH HEH HEH! 📖 <COME TO THE DARK SIDE. ALSO KNOWN AS THE CLEAN SIDE, SHYEH HEH HEH.>

Ace/Spade/Delta 🍯 Ace shook his head and gave Roan a smile.

🍯 "i mean, i just figured i'd help out. least i can do after all, y'let us come by n' all and let slob n' wasp over when i invited them too."

He blinked and looked over at WD, chuckling a little and sticking his tongue out at him too.

🍯 "geez i'm just helping out, don't go makin' a fuss outta it. m' gonna be right back ta bein' lazy and all that when i get home anyways, so don't y'all count on this lastin' very long, heh."(edited)

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 🌹 I APPRECIATE THE HELP, ANYWAY!

📖 <HM, SKELETONS WITH TONGUES. THAT'S DEFINITELY NEW. BUT AH WELL. I SUPPOSE GETTING A LAZYBONES TO CHANGE THEIR WAYS IS ABOUT AS EASY AS CONVINCING A GO-GETTER LIKE PAPYRUS TO TAKE A BREAK.>

Ace/Spade/Delta 🍯 Ace blinked and looked to WD again, tilting his head a bit.

🍯 "ah, y'don't know about ecto? y'know, solidified magic? i think.. i think all skeletons can do it, but not a lotta them do do it, if that makes sense. s'just like, i dunno. it's neat."

He shrugged with a chuckle, heading off into the kitchen to put away food once more.

CB & s 🐝 [Crybaby blinks. It's new? Huh. Maybe he's not so weird... And speaking of lazybones. He sets the third plate down next to Slob, before going over to the table to gather things to put away.]

🐽 i can do it, too, see?

🐽 [Slob summons up his tongue, where it just sits there, anchored on the front of his teeth.]

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 📖 <NO, IT'S NOT SOMETHING I'M FAMILIAR WITH. PECULIAR.>

📖 🌹 [WD casts a glance towards Roan as Ace wanders off to the kitchen. Roan just shrugs. It hadn't really registered as something particularly noteworthy, to be honest. Their attention is drawn to Slob, as he summons a tongue as well.]

📖 <FASCINATING! I WAS ABOUT TO ASK HOW ONE WHO CAN'T MOVE THEIR JAW WOULD GO ABOUT UTILIZING AN APPENDAGE LIKE THAT.> 😬 PLEASE DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE THINKING OF TRYING TO EXPERIMENT WITH SOMETHING AS SLIMY AND GROSS AS A TONGUE, BROTHER.

📖 <I'M NOT SANS, BROTHER. I'M NOT INTERESTED IN THE GROSS-OUT FACTOR.>

CB & s 🐽 yeah, i was real fuckin' pleased with myself when i figured out how to move the anchor point. for the longest time, i was stuck with it bein', y'know, inside my mouth. that was a pain. but now i can make out just as easy as anyone so it's all good, hehheh. 🐽 [His tongue doesn't wiggle when he talks. Just hangs there for the moment.]

Ace/Spade/Delta 🍹 Spade blinked and rolled his eyes.

🍹 "oh c'mon, they ain't that slimy and they ain't gross. s'natural."

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 📖 <WELL. I'M CERTAINLY NOT LIKELY TO BE MAKING USE OF THE MAKING OUT ASPECT ANYTIME SOON.>

😬 📖 🌹 [Dread and WD glance to Roan, who goes red and attempts to hide his face with his new scarf.]

📖 <...AND I THINK NOW MIGHT BE A GOOD TIME TO BACK OFF ON THE TEASING, SHYEH HEH HEH. I DON'T THINK HE CAN GET ANY REDDER.>

🐟 "Spade's got a point, y'know! Tongues aren't that bad!"

🐟 😬 🌹 [Undyne illustrates her point by sticking her own tongue out. Roan and Dread make exaggeratedly disgusted faces, dramatically throwing up their hands to protect themselves.]

Ace/Spade/Delta 🍹 Spade snorted as he started laughing at WD's comment, but at least didn't take the teasing further himself. He blinked as the two were making an exaggerated fuss over the tongue thing, rolling his eyes.

🍹 "oh psh c'mon they ain't bad. honestly, and with reactions like that you're practically beggin' for someone to just go over and lick y'alls faces."

🍯 Ace blinked at Spade as he came out of the kitchen again, frowning.

🍯 "tongues are one thing but that's disgusting?? oh my god don't do that you hardly know them. then again you don't really have many standards do you?"

🍹 Spade just laughed with a shrug.

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 🐟 [Undyne bursts out laughing.]

🐟 "C'mon, lick 'em! You know you wanna!"

🌹 😬 EWIE??? PLEASE DON'T LICK THE SKELETON!!!

CB & s 🐽 [Slob's just laughing. He desummons his tongue, but not before wiggling it in their general direction, and chuckling some more.]

🐝 [Crybaby sure is going to take these armfuls of things into the kitchen and away from talks of licking people's faces, yep.]

Ace/Spade/Delta 🍹 Spade just grinned more, poking his tongue out a little.

🍹 "i dunno. i got someone cheerin' me on over here n' y'all are already givin' out great reactions. sides i am kinda buzzed to, i might just do it, heh."

🍯 Ace just gave him a kind of disgusted and embarrassed look before he shook his head, grabbed the two last dishes and back to the kitchen he goes with CB.

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 🌹 😬 [The two Papyruses dash into the next room. Roan then doubles back, grabs the last couple of plates, and dashes back in so that he has a reason to hide in the kitchen for a bit.]

🐟 [Undyne, meanwhile, doubles over laughing at their antics.]

CB & s 🐽 [Slob's laughing hard enough to cough, leaning to the side and maybe a little at risk of dropping one of those plates of food.]

Ace/Spade/Delta 🍹 Spade laughed and snorted a little himself, shaking his head. He drank down the rest of his beer and set down that bottle, walking over to and leaning against the frame of the entrance to the kitchen.

🍹 "oh come on, it ain't gonna hurtcha."

🍯 Ace looked at him with a huff.

🍯 "spade oh my god don't be weird, please."

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 😬 🌹 [Dread and Roan exchange dubious looks.]

🌹 PLEASE DO NOT LICK THE SKELETONS, THANKS!!!

🐟 "Oh my god, is he seriously gonna drunk-lick someone."

CB & s 🐽 i fuckin' hope so! 🐝 SLOB, SHUT UP!

Ace/Spade/Delta 🍹 Spade rolled his eyes and laughed some more, pointing above him.

🍹 "alright, fine. y'don't wanna get licked? someone other than ace gotta smooch me then, heh. not just a little peck on the cheek neither, gotta be a nice ol' teeth clank."

🍯 Ace blushed and shook his head, setting down what he was carrying in the fridge real quick before going over and dragging Spade away from the kitchen frame.

🍯 "spade oh my god this is literally so embarrassing."

🍹 "oh come on why are you such a buzzkill? c'mon! that woulda been hilarious."(edited)

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 🌹 [Roan goes VERY RED at the mention of smooching.]

🌹 ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!

😬 🌹 [Both of them noticeably relax when Ace drags Spade away. Awkwardness averted. For now, at least.]

Zax 👽 [Someone seems to have made their way back downstairs. Seems confused and maybe a little irritated that there are still people in the house.]

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 📖 [WD glances up and spots Zax. He offers the kid some head pats.]

Zax 👽 [Huff... He rubbed his eyes and looked around, squinting.]

"Why everyone es still here?"

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 📖 [WD clears his nonexistent throat, switching to a more understandable font.]

📖 CLEANING UP.

Zax 👽 [Zax felt a little bad, wishing he knew how to understand him how he normally spoke. Though, he supposed WD probably didn't understand Zax's language, either.]

"There es even not so much ta picking up though!"

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 📖 THERE WAS FOOD TO PUT AWAY, AND PEOPLE WANTED TO TAKE SOME HOME.

Zax 👽 "But.... They es taking alla our food?"

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 📖 NOT ALL. JUST SOME. WE HAVE A LOT.

lazy [oh lazy probably is gone. naughty man doesn't help clean smdh. I HAD HIM BUSY DURING ALL THE GYFTMAS STUFF]

Zax 👽 "Ahm... Are you going ta taking tha food also?"

Roan/Orion/Dread/WD/Undyne 📖 SOME, YES. 🌹 😬 [Roan and Dread finally make their way back into the living room, eying everyone else warily as they pass under the mistletoe. It's not clear whether they're more worried about someone telling them to kiss each other or someone deciding to kiss them.]

#!papyrus talks to people #!off tumblr rp logs #!long post #!it's beginning to look a lot like gyftmas

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