#if we reach a round number like 10 i feel like im going to go ballistic but also i cannot IMAGINE seeing my mother in person in 3 years

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Darren and Tucker (Part 2)

Climax

A week and a half went by. Darren kept it professional with Tucker and the two seemed to be back on track with joking around but an aura of sexual tension was building under the surface for them both. Darren couldn’t stop replaying the scenario over and over in his head. The way Tucker looked up at him as if there was a silent agreement of who was in control. Tuckers cock stiffening as Darren pushed the melted milkshake into his face, forcing him to finish the thick, calorie rich drink. Darren jerked off every night just cherishing every small detail about that day. He remembered the whimpers that Tucker let out as Darren told him to keep eating. It was too much for Darren to bring up now that the incident had ended. Tucker didn’t mention it either. It’s as if it was a secret they both experienced together but kept from each other at the same time.

Tucker met Darren one Friday morning in the gym at the usual time. His strong arms reached for the handle to the lifting area of the base gym and as he opened the door, Darren was benching what looked like 225lbs with ease.

Tucker smiled and said

T- “damn, look who’s the big guy now”

D- set his barbell on the rack and sat up to look at Tucker “I have some catching up to do if I’m competing with you” he laughed

T- “Wanna keep hitting chest today? Im good with it if you’re already started on it.”

D- “Sure”

The two men traded the bench back and forth until Darren was beat.

D- “ I gotta switch it up, Im going to do some decline sets. Will you spot me?”

T- “Sure”

Darien threw two 45 pound plats on the barbell, sat down and wrapped his ankled around the leg supports that stopped him from sliding head first on to the ground. He watched as Tucker slowly walked over toward him to spot. Darren loved the way Tucker developed a waddle these days, His thick thighs rubbed so much he had to sway side to side with each step. Tucker was wearing an oversized workout shirt. His pumped up chest and thick shoulders were still visible in the black pull over t shirt and his belly still pushed against the fabric enough to tell he was eating well. Tucker assumed the position over Darren. Darren pushed against the barbell and started his set.

“1..2...3...4..5..6.. come on you got this..7..8..9...10” Tucker yelled. Darren was focused on the fact that Tuckers meaty package was inches from his mouth. He could smell this big mans spunk. Even better, Tuckers belly was pushing against the shirt enough to show his thick hairy underbelly. Darren watched it giggle happily each time he yelled out a number for motivation.

D- “What is going on this weekend? Got any plans?” Darren said as he sat up from the decline bench.

T- “Not really, Its actually my birthday on Sunday so I think ill treat myself to a nice meal or something”

D- “WHAT??, Dude no way? Please let me buy you a drink tonight! I literally will not take no for an answer”

T- I didn’t want to mention it because I didn’t want you to feel obligated or throw me a dumb party or something.”

D- “you’re so annoying for keeping this from me. Hows that shitty bar across from base sound? We can start there and maybe get into something else or get dinner!”

T- “yeah! That sounds really great. Thanks”

The two finished up and got ready for work. Tucker finally received his new, bigger uniforms a few days after the button popping incident. He wore only his tucked in undershirt the days leading up to the arrival of the other uniforms. Darren loved watching him lean back and showing off his almost 60 pounds of gains in his tucked in, skin tight shirt. Tuckers round belly ate the bottom of his shirt and smothered his belt looped through the struggling pair of pants he probably fought to button.

They grabbed breakfast together and headed up stairs. “Lets get shit done and i’ll close the office early” said Darren excitedly.

“Sounds good!” Tucker replied.

They hustled through the day and even skipped lunch, “a gainer sin” Darien thought to himself as he looked over at Tucker typing away. 3pm came and Darren called it. “Aright let’s get out of here.” Wanna head home and get dressed? I have an extra pair of going out clothes in my car so i’ll just meet you at the bar.” Darren explained.

“We should probably eat first right?” Tucker asked.

“Oh.. oh yeah for sure” Darren responded and laughed. Lets get food there, its like dive bar food.”

“Sounds good, i’ll see you in like half an hour, I’m not far from base.” Tucker responded.

The two headed off and Darren arrived a the bar. A notification reading “Just left, be there in a few” lit up Darrens phone which lay face up on the old wooden bar. The saloon, called Murphy’s somehow resembled the same dive bar in ever city in America. Old USA pics all over the walls and the smell of stale beer filled the air. People started to trickle in as Darren ordered a beer for himself and two menus. Darren heard the saloon style doors slap open as he turned around to see Tucker in his iconic cowboy boots, a tight pair of Levi’s that hugged his thick legs, and a shirt that looks like it had shrunk in the washer a few pounds ago. To top it off, he had on a tan, leather cowboy hat with brown stitching that matched his boots. Darren couldn’t help but stare a little too long as he watched Tucker walk toward him. His heart fluttered a bit.

“Ohhhh he’s ready to go OUT” Darren screamed Tuckers way. Tucker smiled with his cute little bushy mustache and chronic 5 o’clock shadow and yelled back “damn right, let’s get lit!!”

Tucker sat down next to Darren and the whole bar shook just a bit. His weight made the chair under him creak ever so gently. “Lets eat and get a drink, shall we?” Darren said to tucker with a smile on his face. “Oh yeah I’m starving!!” Tucker emphasized.

Darren ordered a cheeseburger, fries and a side of wings to split if he was still hungry. Tucker ordered 2 Cheeseburgers with a large side of bacon cheese fries, mozzarella sticks, another order of wings and just to be safe a large basket of onion rings. The bartender looked round as he took the order to see if others were joining the two. They waited for the food to arrive, sipped beers and chatted to pass the time.

D- “So do you go home for birthdays ever? Where even is home?” Darren asked, realizing he never really got to know that side of Tucker.

T- “I’m from Southern Nebraska and I spent 24 miserable years there so I try not to go back unless absolutely necessary” Tucker said as he laughed a took a long sip of beer. The foam sticking to his mustache making Darren laugh and hand him a napkin.

D- “ I get that, any family still there?”

T- “yeah my dad and my two brothers still live there on our ranch, they herd cattle and such so its kind of a family business. The army was a great excuse to get out of that though. How about you, where are you from again?”

D- “Just south of Atlanta. I also lived with my dad and my sister. They both cut hair actually!” Darren said as he chuckled. “I like to go home for the holidays because it’s not too far and my dad is really great. You’d like him” Darren said accidentally which made him blush and turn toward the bar.

T- “I bet I would!” Tucker said sincerely.

The food took a while and another beer was drank in that time. When it finally arrived, both of them had an empty stomach buzz going and they both dug in quickly. Darren finished everything he ordered including the wings and Tucker destroyed his meal. He was halfway through the basket of onion rings, the last of his order, when he heard a familiar call from behind.

“Tuck??!!” Screamed a voice entering the bar.

“Dude, is that you?? Holy shit you got fat!!”

Tucker turned to face the familiar voice behind him. Barbecue sauce was smudged on his cheek from dipping the rings. His hands were greasy and his belly at its fattest state of the day, pushing proudly against the black pull over T-shirt he was wearing.

“Dude, office life has done a NUMBER on you!” The man said.

“Whats up Ricky?” Tucker asked unenthusiasticly as his face turned red and he quickly reached for napkin to wipe his hands.

“Dude, the guys are going to trip out when I tell them how fat you got. I cannot believe it. You’ve got some sauce on your face big boy” Chris said as he reached for Tuckers stomach. Darren watched as Ricky dug his bony fingers into Tuckers gorged stomach, making him heave a bit and turn even more red.

“Stop dude, what the fuck??” Tucker said in an angry defensive voice.

“Im just messing around man, you like you’ve been stuffing yourself for months non stop. Bet I can outrun you now!” Ricky said as he laughed and again attempted to poke at Tuckers belly.

Darren quickly grabbed the young mans hand and said “Enough, he said stop! Are you bad at listening or just dumb” He said in a very stern voice.

“Jeez dude, who the fuck is this guy??” Ricky said confidently to Tucker.

“Staff sergeant Branner. Whats your rank??” Darren replied quickly and with anger in his low voice.

“Ugh.. Im.. ugh, Specialist Inker.” Ricky replied as he realized he was disrespecting a higher ranking soldier and clearly wasn’t ready for the backlash.

“Infantry is it? I’ll have a talk with your Staff sergeant on Monday about your appearance and attitude off base. He should be able to clear that issue up for us really quick. In the mean time why don’t you move on and enjoy your weekend while you can.” Darren said sternly as he sat back down, turned and took a big swig of his beer. Ricky eyed Tucker up and down and smiled. He turned to walk away and yelled to the bartender “get the fat dude at the end of the bar a light beer on me” as he laughed.

“He is such a douche bag, I’m really sorry about that. Thanks for saying something” Tucker said sadly with his head down. Darren could see he was defeated after that altercation. “Dude.. No wonder you left infantry. I’m sorry you had to put up with that” Darren said to him sincerely. “Its fine, we can just move on. I might just head home actually.” Tucker responded.

“No, I have a better place we can go, pleased don’t go home yet! Lets meet up with Mo and go out downtown! I’ll drive and you can crash at my place again if you’re up for it. I’ll pay for your Uber if not.” Darren smiled and gave a full puppy dog eye performance for Tucker. “Please you gotta say yes??” Darren begged in a joking way. “...Fine, stop lookin at me like that.” Tucker responded with a smile on his face. “Lets get the fuck outa here” Darren said as he threw some bills on the bar and. The two men left.

Darren unlocked the doors on his new Toyota SUV and hoped him. He watched as Tucker jumped and and sat in the passenger seat. Tucker buckled up and his belly sat over the belt as they drive toward the city. Darren couldn’t stop staring at Tuckers round belly hanging over the seat belt and waistband of his tight jeans. They listened to music and Darren tried to lighten the mood by singing along to some new pop song. Tucker shook his head as he adjusted the fabric around his groin a few times in the car saying how he had outgrown his “Big Boy” clothes now. Darrens cock started to swell just hearing him say those words. The two parked at Darrens place and decided to go to a trendy bar near Darrens house until they heard back from Mo. Darren thought Mo was working at the club since it was Friday but would maybe come out for an hour before the doors opened. Turned out she was off tonight and was excited to see Tucker again. Tucker had a few IPAs at the bar and got loose and talkative with Mo who laughed at his shy little demeanor. Darren just watched and enjoyed Tuckers cute chubby face as he drank and talked. Darren loved it when Tucker would talk more, he always felt like it was a special treat to hear Tucker say more than a few words and start to let loose.

After several many beers for Tucker and a few more vodka sodas for Darren and Mo, the group decided to hop around. They visited the few bars next door, getting a drink or two and moving on until they got to the gay club Mo worked at. Darren was a bit tipsy and Tucker was definitely buzzed. “Is it ok if we go here? This is where Mo works. It’s pretty gay and they have a lot of drag queens running around.” Darren asked nervously.

“Of course it ok! That sounds like so much fun. I wish I would have worn my chaps.” Tucker said drunkenly and with a slight lisp to his voice. Darren laughed and his mind immediately thought of Tucker in nothing but boots, chaps and a cowboy hat stuffing himself fatter and fatter. Darren snapped out of it as they entered the empty club. It was only 9:45pm and the crowd hadn’t filled in yet. They all grabbed a table near the stage with a great view for the performers and close to the dance floor as well. “I gotta go to the bathroom, where to??” Tucker asked looking at Mo. “over there sweetie, don’t fall in” she said and blew him a kiss. Tucker laughed and went off. 


“Jesus Christ he got big, you must be medicated to keep your hands off him. Thats your type baby” Mo said sarcastically. “Girl I know!! I have been losing my mind I tell you. He is so fine and he got so thick and I don’t know but I am catching a vibe” Darien said as he laughed with Mo. “he is sweet though, not like the guys from the apps. He is like genuine and uncorrupted so I’m ok with being friends if he isn’t into it” Darien said. “Thats mature of you, I wish you all the luck and restraint baby” Mo said. Tucker returned and the cocktail waitress come over to take orders. Beer for Tucker, Two vodka sodas for Darren and Mo. They group talked and laughed and drank until the crowd started to come in. Mo recognized some young, handsome gays guys and invited them over. She attempted to introduce the thin, young handsome men to Darren and Tucker but their names were lost literally seconds after they said them.

Darren turned to Tucker and asked. “Is this your first time in a gay bar?”. “Umm... actually no. I went to one when I was like 16 in Nebraska. My dad actually found out and that did not go well” Tucker responded. Darren quickly replied “Oh!! Oh nice... I mean not nice about your dad but I’m glad your not shocked and appalled by the scene.”

“No not at all, I love gay bars!” The two locked eyes in the dark and disco lit club as a voice over the speakers announced the first drag show of the evening. Mrs water melon was her name and she represented “the plus sized bitches in the house” as she came out on stage in her tight singlet. Darren got up to scream and clap for the statement as she strutted down the runway toward the table. The crowd went wild.

Tucker and Darren had separated at some point in the night with Darren ending up on the dance floor and Tucker at the bar. Tucker watched as a very tipsy Darren removed his shirt to show off his glistening athletic torso. His sweat running down the middle of his toned back. His shorts fitting snuggly against his cute and perky ass. Tucker could even make out the outline of Darrens thick cock resting toward his right thigh. Tucker leaned against the bar, slightly exposing his beer bloated gut to the club. A handsome older man approached Tucker and offered to buy him a drink. Tucker declined but thanked the man. His name was Steven and he was persistent! He got real close to Tucker and was talking in his ear as his hand reached up under tuckers shirt to rub his hairy belly. “I really love the way you look tonight, Such a cute and hairy bear. What do I need to do to get your number?” Steve asked Tucker, his hand still caressing tuckers distended belly. “Oh i’m ugh.. actually here with someone.” Tucker responded. He pointed to Darren who was dancing in a circle of other, handsome, skinny and attractive men. “Looks like he is occupied, come find me if you change your mind.” Steve said as he grabbed a thick love handle on Tucker and blew him a kiss.

Tucker felt a bit shocked. He had never been called a bear before. He liked the way it felt to be grabbed like that though. He focused his attention back on Darren who had struck up a conversation with a new guy from the dance floor. Tucker watched the two men exchange words by talking into each others ears, they leaned in close to each other. Tucker didn’t like the body language the man was using on Darren. He was grabbing him by the waist and pulling Darren toward him as they spoke. He wanted to approach them to distract Darren and bring his focus back to him but he didn’t want to be rude. Tucker decided to get two waters a bring them over to them. He ordered them and marched over toward the two dancing men. On his way Darren turned to look at Tucker approaching with the drinks. The new guy romancing Darren grabbed his face and kissed him... hard. He shoved his tongue into Darrens mouth and grabbed him around the waist to pull him in against his body. Tuckers heart sank watching. He turned away, walked up to the bar to place the waters down and headed for the door. Darren pulled away from the guy and quickly scolded him about consent. When Darren turned to find tucker, he didn’t see him. He noticed the drinks on the bar and decided to run outside and make sure Tucker wasn’t leaving. He pushed open the double doors to find Tucker on the curb, back toward the doors, looking sad for the second time this evening.

“Where’d you go??!” Darren yelled Tuckers way. “I don’t know, I think I’m ready to head home. I can get my own Uber though.” Tucker responded. “What? Why? I thought you would crash at my place??” Darren asked.

Tucker looked away from Darren and said “I don’t want to interrupt you and that guys night so i’ll just head home”. Darren laughed out loud and responded “that perv?? I had to run from him. He forced himself onto me and kissed me like, not in a consensual way.”

“Is that your type?” Tucker asked. “NO” Darren responded. After taking a second to gather his thoughts Darren added “I think you’re well aware of my type Tucker”.

Tucker stood top and faced Darren. Darren smiled at Tucker as he stepped toward him. “Lets say bye to Mo and go. I have an idea.” Darren said with enthusiasm. He grabbed Tucker by the arm to pull him into the club with him. They said goodbye to Mo and headed back out the door. Darren didn’t let go of Tuckers muscular, hairy arm as he dragged him through the club to say goodbye and leave.

The streets were busy. People were entering and exiting bars all along the sidewalks. Music could be heard with each bar they passed by. The two swerved and talked as they made their way toward Darrens house. “Sorry, I didn’t want to make you leave early” Tucker blurted out. “Its fine! it’s actually late and I was over the guys there.” Darren said. Tucker took a second to respond.

T- “I... Ugh... I can’t stop thinking about that day... the one where you ugh ... like fed me all that food. We never talked about it after but I.. I liked it.. a lot!” Tucker replied rubbing the back of his neck.

D- “I really liked that too. I was worried I was crossing lines when I was in the moment but I’m glad you liked it. I.. wouldn’t mind doing that again if you wanted to?” Darren asked slowly and with a grin on his face.

T- “I would really love that.” Tucker said eagerly.

Tucker stopped and faced Darren, pulling at his shirt to stop as well. They were on a side street heading towards Darrens apartment as Tucker looked at Darren wide eyed and took a deep breathe before blurting out.

T- “I like you Darren. I like the way you make me feel. I think you’re really, really attractive and I couldn’t stand seeing that guy kiss you tonight. Im sorry if this makes things weird and I know we work together but I just... I need you to know that I like you and I can’t stop thinking about you. ”

Tucker looked down toward his feet when Darren gently lifted his chin and leaned in for a kiss. The two connected and time slowed. Darren reached his hand slowly around Tuckers neck to hold the thick mans head closer to his. He slowly shoved Tucker against a cement wall parallel to the sidewalk. Tuckers back hit the wall as Darren leaned down, pushing his tongue into Tuckers mouth. Darren felt the stubble of Tuckers beard on his chin as he tasted the beer Tucker had drank all night. His thick, dark mustache tickled Darrens nose as the two sucked each others faces passionately. Darren reached his free hand onto Tuckers side belly. He caressed the area while the two kissed and slowly lifted Tuckers shirt, exposing his thick, bloated belly. Tucker looked down at Darrens hand and whispered “do you like that?” To Darren.

“You have no idea” Darren responded before diving back in toward Tuckers juicy lips. Darren grabbed a hefty handful of tuckers underbelly and gave it a good giggle, making Tucker whimper ever so slightly.

“Hungry??” Darren asked as he pulled away from the very erotic moment. 


“Yeah!!” Tucker responded.

“Aright I have a good place in mind” Darren said with a big smile on his face.

They walked side by side without talking for a few minutes before rounding a corner to find a big green sign lit up that read “Paella”.

Darren approached the door, opened it for Tucker and the two men walked in together. Darren immediately approached the counter, ordered, paid and went to sit.

“What did you order??” Tucker asked.

“Don’t worry, I got us both PLENTY of food.” Darren responded with a giant smirk as her reached out to pat Tuckers belly. Tucker looked down and smiled. He looked around to make sure no-one was watching and lifted his black t shirt to show Darren his big thick stomach. Darren gazed happily at. The thick treasure trail leading down the arc of Tuckers bloated stomach. He had never seen the angry stretch marks this close before. Darren poked a finger into Tuckers deepened belly button. “Darren” yelled the lady behind the counter indicating that the order was ready. “That was quick!” Tucker added. The two walked out and headed toward Darrens place. They rode the elevator up to Darrens apartment. He unlocked the door and the two stepped inside and locked it. “Want a beer or soda or something?” Darren asked Tucker. “A soda would be great, thanks” Tucker replied as he sat on the big sectional couch. Darren returned with 2 drinks. They opened the bag to find two massive Paella bowls with utensils. One bowl could feed 2-3 people alone. Tucker opened his and started to chow down as Darren turned on a Netflix movie.The sexual tension in the room was strong. The two ate and ate side by side, giving each other side eye once in awhile and laughing in between bites. Darren put his down after eating not even a quarter of his bowl. Tucker on the other hand was hard pressed to finish his. He stuffed in bite after bite until, his entire bowl was gone. He reached for the soda, took a few big gulps and leaned back, placing his hand on his round and now extremely bloated belly.

T- “dude, that was so good. Thanks again for doing all this. I had such a fun night with you”

D- “Im really glad. I had a lot of fun too.” Darren said as he slowly reached over and patted Tucker on stomach. “Are you full?” He asked.

T- “stuffed like a balloon after all that beer and now that whole bowl of food.”


Darren rubbed Tuckers stomach with the tips of his fingers, eliciting a a soft moan from Tucker.

T- “that feels so good.” He said. As he tilted his head. back and his eyes closed slightly.

D- “I still have my bowl left. You know how I hate to be wasteful.” Darren said with a big smile.

T- “I don’t think I can finish that, I’m about ready to burst.”

D- “This is how you can repay me for tonights fun” Darren said as he reached for the bowl. He moved closer to Tucker who’s stomach was pushing against his shirt. His belly was pushing over his waistband as he sat back. His shirt was wrapped tight around the rounded mass of heft in front of him.

T- “Fuck man, you’re gonna make me fat.” Tucker said with a smile as he slapped his thick stomach.

D- “I’m certainly trying to.” He replied as he took a heaping spoon full and shoved it into Tuckers open mouth. Tucker had put his arms up on the sides of the couch and was sprawled out. His mouth opening to accept spoon full after spoonful of paella from his feeder every 30 seconds or so. Darren was getting hard. His cock was throbbing as he continued shoving paella into tuckers greedy mouth.

T- “ fuck, I feel like I’m gonna pop. I don think I can eat anymore.”

D- “you’re going to finish this Fatboy, or get damn close” Darien said forcefully as he got up and faced Tucker. Tuckers face was flush and greasy. His big belly was expanding into his lap. Darren threw his leg over Tuckers lap and straddled him right below is gut. Darrens ass sat right over tuckers crotch and he could feel tuckers cock twitch as he placed his weight down.

D- “open up big boy, you’re not finished yet.”


T- “I’m gonna pop Darr...” Tucker tried to explain but as he opened his mouth to protest, Darren shoved a big spoonful of rice and meat into his mouth and practically down his throat.

D- “less talking more chewing” he said, holding the bowl in one hand and the spoon In the other.

Darren watched Tuckers head roll back on to the couch cushion as he slowly chewed the massive bite. Darren dropped the spoon in the bowl and used his free hand to lift Tuckers tight shirt over his belly up to his chest. He lightly slapped the mans rounded stomach on the side and leaned in to kiss tuckers neck. Tucker winced at the slap but moaned as Darren licked the dried sweat off of his body. Darren reached down and grabbed a nice handful of soft hairy underbelly and gave it a giggle.

D- “you’re getting plump. Look at all that. This wasn’t there when we met. I think I’ve been a bad influence on you fatboy.” He said as he shook Tuckers belly.

T- “ooooh god, I’ve put on over 60 pounds since I’ve been in that office. All those burger king lunches you kept feeding me really stuck huh?” Tucker replied.

D- “Damn right they did.” Darren responded as he felt Tuckers fat underbelly being squeezed by his tight belt sitting under his heft. “looks like we need to make some room for you to grow bigger. You’re never gonna finish this big bowl of food with that belt digging into your gut.” Darren said as he got up and placed the food on the coffee table behind him. Darren motioned for

Tucker to lean forward. He yanked Tuckers tight shirt over his thick shoulders and arms as he undressed the porky man. Darren admired the hairy thick muscular chest and the hairy armpits Tucker had. He loved the way he sat so proudly on the couch, sprawled out like a big thick man after a heavy meal. His meaty arms resting on the back of the couch. Tucker smiled and asked “you like what you see” to Darren. “You have no idea” Darren replied as he got down on his knees.

Darrens hands found their way to Tucker fat belly spilling over his waist band. He lifted Tuckers thick fat to find his belt pressed so hard into his underbelly that the logo on the Texas sized buckle was imprinted into Tuckers skin. It looked almost as angry and red as Tuckers stretch marks around his armpits and love handles. Darren laughed and said, “suck it in Fatboy, this belt is gonna cut you in half soon.” Tucker did his best to suck in his bloated thick belly long enough for Darren to unbuckle his belt and and tight jeans. Tucker let out a deep sigh as he released his heft back into his lap and his belly spread out a few more inches forward. Darren caught a glimpse of the tight boxer briefs covering Tuckers engorged cock. His belly threatening to cover that as well. “Fuck, that’s the best feeling ever.” Tucker exclaimed.

D- “good, now I can stuff you with the rest of this meal fatboy”

T- “go easy on me, I’m really so close to an explosion here. I feel like a tick ready to burst.” Tucker said. Darren reached down and poked his fingers into Tuckers belly, making him wince in pain. “Feels like you got plenty of room left in your tank Fatboy, I’ve seen your capacity, this isn’t full.” Darren said as he picked up the bowl and again straddled Tuckers thick hairy shirtless body. “Keep your arms up there and open up when I say.” Darren ordered. Tucker nodded hesitantly and opened his mouth to receive another fattening bite of food. The bowl was close to being finished and Tucker was moaning after each swallow. He was mouth breathing in between bits to catch his breath as another spoonful was on its way to his greedy gullet. Little bits of rice were sprinkled in his thick chest hair covering his meaty pecs. His mustache was full of crumbs and grease dripped down the sides of his mouth toward his hairy double chin.

Darrens cock was throbbing and he would lean forward to press it into Tuckers tight belly every once in awhile. He felt Tuckers cock throb every time he called him “fatboy” or placed the spoon down to rub his hairy stuffed belly. Tucker was full, very very full. Darren knew he only had a few spoonfuls left though.

T- “I... I can’t do anymore.” Im seriously going to be sick or explode” Tucker cried out. D- “there isn’t much left, you can finish it. Don’t make me tie you up and force it down your throat big guy.” Darren said jokingly.

T-“ fuck. I seriously cannot eat anymore right now. Just give me a minute, the rice is expanding in my stomach and I feel like I’m going to burst.”

D- “ let me see if I can make you more comfortable.” Darren said as he unmounted Tucker and dropped again to his knees. Darren slid his fingers over Tuckers belly button with his fingers before tugging at the skin tight jeans wrapped around his thick thighs. He reveled Tuckers bulging cock under his tight underwear that was disappearing under his immensely large stomach. He really looked like he was going to pop. The skin around the sides of his stomach was red and tight. His breathe was labored and shallow. Tucker let out a small burp almost every time he took a breathe and he developed hiccups from the stuffing. Darren was feral for it all. He was in heaven watching Tuckers belly expand as he grew fatter and fatter. Darren reached out and grabbed Tuckers thick love handles with both hands. He lowered his mouth right over Tucker hard cock and wrapped his lips around the head of his throbbing member which was just visible under the thin underwear. Tucker let out a load and ecstasy filled moan. Darren smelled the bug mans musk and it made it all the better. He kept toying with Tucker cock through his underwear until he thought Tucker would cum if he continued. Darren reached under Tuckers fat belly again to pull down his lovers underwear to reveal his meaty dick.

Tucker had a big thick hairy bush over his modestly sized cock and had shaved his big balls giving a nice groomed look. A pudgy and hairy fat-pad sat over his cock and and rolled under his very stuffed and hairy stomach. The hairiest part of his treasure trail run down over his belly button and curved out of sight under tuckers chubby gut spilling into his lap only to reappear as it approached his pulsating, almost purple cock. Tucker was so horny that his cock was bulging with veins and pre cum was oozing out of his head. Darren leaned forward, grabbed a big handful of his thick hairy belly, lifted it and opened his mouth to take Tuckers whole cock down his throat. Tucker cried out in pure lust as he felt Darren tonsils on the head of his cock. Darrens nose dove into Tuckers thick bush and as he bobbed up and down making Tucker squirm in pleasure. The smell of Tuckers manhood overwhelming Darren as he worked Tuckers cock close to organism. He felt his own cock swimming in precum from the experience.

T-“Stop stop im going to cum.” Tucker screamed out as Darrens was buried in a mound of thick fur and soft flesh, taking in Tuckers whole cock to the back of his throat.

D-”fuuck, You taste so good big boy.” Darren said as he lifted his head, wiping his mouth.

T- “i’ve never felt anything better than that, you make me feel so fucking good.”

D- “good” Darren said devilishly as he grabbed Tuckers cock with his right hand. Squeezed his chubby underbelly with his left and leaned in to lick Tuckers big smooth balls. Again, Tucker was moaning in absolute pleasure as Darren slowly jerked the fatboy off. Darren knew Tucker was close and so was he. He decided to stand up and strip down for tucker as he was still fully clothed. He removed his shirt and pre cum stained shorts and then underwear revealing a large thick and veiny cock in front of Tucker, who was leaned back against the couch. The gorged Tucker, nearly pinned down by the weight of his belly, leaned forward and cupped Darrens balls in his hand. He opened his mouth and took Darrens cock as far as he could but gagged a bit as he was unprepared for the girth and size of Darrens meaty dick. “Still hungry Fatboy” Darren said as he grabbed Tuckers hair and guided him into a rhythm.

Darren didn’t want to make Tucker puke all over him by shoving his throbbing dick down his throat but he loved the control of a good face fuck. He moaned as Tucker played with Darrens cock head with his tongue. Darren reached down and grabbed a meaty handful of his pecs and squeezed. He bobbed Tuckers head up and down for a few more strokes as he ran his fingers through Tuckers thick head hair.

Darren stepped back from Tucker and said “lets go to the bedroom”. He helped Tucker lift his beefy body off the couch and fully undress. He peeled his cowboy boots off as he bent over, Tuckers thick juicy ass was out and just as hairy as the rest of him. Darren wanted nothing more than to rim him and shove his fat cock into the big mans hole but he knew that might be too much for after a heavy stuffing. He followed Tucker into the bedroom and pushed the big man onto the California king sized bed belly up. Tuckers whole body giggled a bit as he hit the soft comforter. His arms and legs spread out as Darren crawled on top of him and sat right over his cock, pressing his ass cheeks into Tuckers throbbing dick. “You’re so fucking hot” Tucker said as he reached up to caress Darrens beefy muscular chest. “You too big boy. I just want to make you eat and cum.” Darren said as he peeled himself off of the big man and told him to move toward the headboard. Tucker sat up against the stack of pillows. His hairy thighs spread and his thick stomach spilling into his lap and almost over his hard cock. Darren grabbed lube from the night stand drawer and drizzled some over Tuckers cock head. It was cold and shocked Tucker at first. Darren preceded to gently massage Tuckers cock as well has his own. He leaned over and kissed Tucker passionately and started to stroke the fat mans cock faster until Tucker started to squirm. He dug his knuckles into Tucker thick underbelly as he gripped his cock and stroked him hard. “Fuck, fuck, Darren i’m gonna cum. Im gonna cum.” Tucker screamed as he reached out to grab the sheets. Darren stroked the Tuckers cock making his fat stomach giggle until thick strands of semen shot out of Tucker so hard that it hit the headboard above him. It didn’t end quickly either. At least 8-10 gushes of cum pooled up on tuckers hairy belly and chest as he tried to catch his breathe. Darren came shortly after and drenched Tucker with another hot pool of cum as he loudly moaned while grabbing Tuckers fat stomach. “Holy fuck” Darren said with a sigh as he collapsed next to Tucker.

After they caught their breathe, Darren pulled himself away from Tucker and went to the bathroom to grab towel and start the water in the nice large standup shower. “Wow, men make such a mess when we come” Darren said.

“That was the best orgasm I think I’ve ever had.” Tucker said shocked as he laid on the bed reaching for the towel Darren had brought him. “Yeah, you’re so sexy I could go again right now. Come shower with me big guy” Darren said as he motioned toward the Bathroom.

The two showered and cleaned each other. Darren played with Tuckers thick stomach and meaty tits for a while and moved to his thick chunky butt and thighs. He couldn’t get enough of Tuckers heft. The two finished up, dried off and headed to bed. Darren wrapped his long strong arms around Tuckers big plump body and grabbed a nice hand full of soft flesh to hold before falling asleep.

The next morning was a late one. Darren and Tucker sleet in until 11:30 and woke up feeling slightly hungover but overall ok. Tuckers hair was a mess but Darren couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He was the cutest man Darren had ever seen let alone slept with.

“Breakfast?” Tucker asked as he pushed his hands over his head for a big stretch showing off his hairy armpits for Darren. Tucker laughed and said it tickled as Darren proceeded to poke and rub his thick lover all over. They both got instantly horny again and went at it. They rolled around in the sheets, avoiding each others morning breathe as they inched closer to another amazing organism. Tucker came so hard on Darrens chest and grabbed his curly hair as he moaned loudly. Darren followed, spraying his own face with his powerful stream. Tuckers big round stomach was not bloated any more but was soft and plump. Darren could just look at Tucker and get hard, he was enthralled. The two got cleaned up and dressed. Tucker squeezed himself into the tight jeans from the night before. His thick hairy stomach spilling heavily over the waistband. He proceeded to put the belt he had on through the loops around his overflowing stomach. Darren watched in amazement as Tucker bent and twisted to put the belt on. He loved the way his stomach was so thick and soft to touch but still was round and firm to look at, almost as if gravity had no effect on the thick mans bulbous belly. He loved the way it giggled as Tucker tightened the buckle and fastened it. Tucker let out a big sigh and his gut shot forward again over his waistband. Darren was hard again. “Why do you even wear a belt. Your pants are definitely not falling down?” Darren asked. “Because If my button pops on my jeans at least it wont fly off and hit someone in the eye. That seems to happen often when you’re around.” Tucker said with a smile as he grabbed both sides of his stomach and gave it a good couple shakes in Darrens face. “You seem to really like me full and bursting out of my clothes” Tucker said playfully. “Stop! You’re making me horny again and I’m so hungry” Darren whined as he buried his face in Tuckers hairy stomach. “Aright let’s go then!” tucker replied as he pulled away from Darren with a smile, threw on his shirt from the night before and they headed out the door together toward the elevator.

A fattening weekend

“Stay for the weekend. Spend your birthday here and i’ll take you out to dinner. Wine and dine you like a pig.” Darren said to Tucker as they got in the car both pretty stuffed from breakfast. “Really? You don’t mind? I don’t want to linger.” Tucker replied. “No not at all! I would love to keep you around for a while and make sure you’re well fed all weekend. Let’s go to the store and get a bunch of snack to veg out on today and

tonight.” Darren said happily. “Okay, that sounds great. Keep me fed huh? How much feeding are we talking?” Tucker responded while smiling as they drove off. Darren had some big plans for Tucker.

They returned to Darrens place later in the afternoon with bags of ingredients. Darren got a bunch of stuff to make pizzas and he got started as soon as they got in. He made the dough from scratch and and got a bunch of pizza sauce and cheese and toppings. He wanted to fatten Tucker up even more than he already was.

Tucker had unbuttoned his pants after exiting the store. They were digging hard into his underbelly and making him super uncomfortable. “Is it cool if I borrow a pair of sweats from you? I don’t like these jeans anymore” Tucker asked. “Sure! They’re in the bottom dresser drawer. Not sure if they will be any more comfortable though. You’re getting pretty big.” Darren teased. Tucker left for the bedroom and returned shirtless in a pair of grey sweats that were about 3 sizes too small. Darren could see the outline of Tuckers cock and the fabric stretched nicely over his meaty thighs and butt. Luckily the elastic waistband gave him some needed comfort in the belly area.

T- “They fit I guess haha” Tucker said as he looked down at himself.

D- “For now!” Pizzas almost ready, I made 3!!” Darren said with a smile. “I was thinking... would you want to try something that I think you might like.” Darren offered. T- “What is it??”

D- “Well I was thinking, if you’re in to it, I could maybe tie you up to my office chair and feed you.” Darren said hesitantly. Tucker paused and thought about it for a second.

T- “You really want me to keep getting fatter don’t you?? I’ve never been fed before let alone bound and fed but it sounds fun! You can’t keep stuffing me bigger though. Eventually I do need to cut and drop some of this weight” tucker said as he grabbed his thick tummy.

D- “Of course, let’s just enjoy this fattening weekend while I help you with your much needed gains. Is it a yes???” Darren asked poking tuckers gut.

T- “Yeah, why not. Stuff me like a pig. This weekend I want you to control everything those goes in me.” Tucker said enthusiastically.

D- “Omg thats hot, I’m so excited. I’ll let the pizza cool off and i’ll go find some binding rope. I think you’ll really like this and you wont have to move an inch. “

By this time it was about 5pm and the two men were hungry, Darren pulled his nice office chair out and placed it in the middle of the room not under any rugs. He found his rope and asked Tucker to sit.

D- “Alright, our safe word is fiddlestick”

T- laughing “okay, I like it.”

D- “go ahead and sit down for me.”

Darren watched Tucker plop down on the nice office chair. His fat stomach again spilling over the waistband of his tight sweats and his thighs spreading out to almost bust the stitching. Even his hairy breasts were resting on the shelf of stomach that was growing bigger and bigger.

D- “Actually I have a great idea. I’ll be right back.” Darren returned with a button down shirt from his closet.

D- “go ahead and put this on. It’s going to be really tight probably but it’s old and maybe I can feed you until you pop the buttons...again.”

T- “dude, its so tight. I’m going to have to bust the sleeves.”

D- “go for it!!”

Tucker put his meaty arms in the sleeve holes and pulled the shirt on. He flexed hard and ripped both off the sleeves easily with a smile. Darrens cock rose to attention. D- “fuck, that was hot.”

T- “I don’t know if I will even need to eat anything to pop these buttons. I don’t think I can button the chest as is.”

Tucker attempted to button the whole thing. His chest wouldn’t allow the top two buttons to fasten without breaking immediately but he managed to get the buttons around his fat belly to hold. He slowly sat down and looked up at Darren. His fat stomach was being tortured by the tight shirt. The white office shirt with red plaid print design was stretching hard over the roundest parts of his stomach and it made the entire design look like it was being sucked into a black hole that was his belly button. He was fit to explode out of it. His hairy stomach could be seen through every button gap. Darren gently tied up Tuckers left arm to the arm of the leather office chair, he was good with knots from previous experience and knew how to secure tucker nice and tight while also making sure he was comfortable.”too tight?” Darren asked tucker as he bent over his fat captive. “No it kinda feels good” Tucker replied softly. Darren moved over to the right and and grew excited as he watched the helpless fat boy being restrained knowing he was about to feed him fat enough to bust every button on that old shirt.

“Pizza should be cooled down, I sure hope you’re hungry big boy??” Darren said as he placed his hand on tuckers bulging stomach and gave it a good hard slap.

“Stuff me like a pig” Tucker replied. His cock was getting hard just from being restrained by Darren.

Went off into he kitchen and returned to the dining room to find Tucker, bound and rock hard. He went back to get the other 2 pizzas and placed all 3 of them on the table next to the men. They were already sliced and Darren ate the first pepperoni and mushroom slice right in front of Tucker. He would pretend to be giving him a bite. And then pull it away from Tuckers eager mouth to take a bite himself. Darren proceeded to eat 2 more slices right in front of Tuckers eager face. “Hungry yet Fatboy?” Darren asked. “Yes!! stuff me! I want to eat all you can fit in me.” Tucker begged.

“I’ll remember you said that Fatboy.” Darren replied.

The next slice went to Tucker. Darren made sure to really give him huge bite, at least half the slice he shoved into the beefy mans mouth. Sauce spilled out from his lips and landed on the shelf that his belly was creating. His cheeks swelled as he chewed and swallowed. Darren hurried and shoved another bite into his mouth. He would periodically take a bite for himself here and there but most of it was being pumped into Tuckers gut.

“One Pizza down, two more to stuff into you” Darren said mockingly. “Fuck, that was so good, I’m already feeling kinda full man.” Tucker explained.

“You’re going to have to make some room then cause there’s a lot more coming.” Darren responded.

He wasted no time. Picking up another slice of sausage and ham pizza and forcing a massive bite into Tuckers wide open mouth. The chubby man moaned and again made a mess all over the straining shirt which was now ready to burst off of Tuckers swollen stomach. As soon as he swallowed, another bite was forced between his lips and another and another and finally after 3 more slices ***ping*** both the men looked down to see that tuckers bloated stomach had popped the button that was sitting directly over his deep belly button. His fat stomach took the opportunity to spread out into the new space. Tuckers hairy chest heaved up and down as he caught his breathe. “Fuck man, i’m so full. You’re making me so fat. If you keep feeding me like this I’m gonna be a blimp.” Tucker said with labored breathing.

“Such a messy pig, you’re busting out of your pizza stained shirt. I’m going to have to punish you for this mess you’re making. Guess i’ll be forcing the last pizza into your chubby belly slice by slice until you shred that old shirt.” Darren teased.

Tucker leaned his head back as he felt his stomach expanding. He lifted his head forward after some time and a slice of the remaining pizza was waiting for him and another and other until the second pie was shoved into the thick mans stomach.

Darren picked up a piece of the final pie covered in sausage pepperoni and extra cheese. Darren went to feed his bound friend when they heard another two **Ping** noises. The stretched shirt couldn’t take it any more and Tuckers belly surged forward as the two more buttons closer to his chest had burst. “Fuck, I think I’m going to explo...” Tucker tried to say but Darren shoved a massive slice almost all the way down Tuckers throat. He heard Tucker gag as it was too much for one bit and pieces pizza fell out, tumbling down his chest and landing in his crotch. Pizza sauce oozed out of Tuckers plump lips and dripped down onto his hairy, gorged belly.

Darren took a second to lean over and lick up the sauce, noticing tuckers massive hard on in the process. He grabbed it with his free hand and made Tucker jolt forward to moan “oh fuck”. Darren looked up at Tuckers messy face and said “Jesus, you’re cock is so hard. You’re such a greedy fat boy. You love this don’t you?? Me controlling how much you eat. Feeding you until your big softening gut pops out of the clothes you’re wearing. You have no control, I can feed you until you burst.” He teased as tucker moaned in pleasure and pain.

Darren continued the stuffing, slice after slice. Tucker was slowing quickly, he was taking so much time to chew and another button had burst around his chest, leaving just the very bottom button intact which was being eaten up by Tuckers heavy stomach. The weight of his belly was pushing down on that last remaining button and Darren knew he could bust it if he just kept pushing more into the fat mans mouth. Tucker looked like a blimp. His now starter beard was covered in grease, sauce and pizza crumbs. His cheeks swollen with pizza as he opened wide to breathe with a full mouth of mushed up dough and red sauce. His stomach was extremely bloated and swollen so fat that his belly looked like it was forming new stretch marks right then and there. He could barely breathe and sweat dripped down his forehead. “I’m gonna pop” Tucker said. “Please no more I’m so full, I forgot the safe word but I’m using it.” Tucker cried out.

“Thats not how this works Fatboy, you have to say the safe word or you’re going to keep eating until I’m satisfied.” Darren said in a deep and manly tone, smiling as he hovered over Tuckers pumped up torso.

“Please, no more I’m so full. Look at me I’m going to either throw up or burst right here. No more plea...” Tucker tried to cry out as Darren forced another slice into the helpless mans mouth. He wouldn’t pull it away until Tucker took a massive bite. Darren placed his hand over Tucker mouth to force him to chew and swallow. “Don’t worry my little piglet, I wont make you bust, i’ll just bring you really close” Darren whispered.

The last slice was presented to Tucker and he turned his head. Darren went around to the back of him, grabbed his hair and tugged his head back. Tucker opened his shocked mouth and Darren took the opportunity to stuff his feedee with half of the last slice. “Eat fat boy, Eat” Darren said as he reached down and grabbed a big handful or tuckers tight drum of a belly. He reached all the way down and massaged his throbbing cock to give him the motivation he needed to keep chewing and swallowing. Darren couldn’t believe how fat he had made Tucker. He was a tank, massive in all areas. His stomach was stretched so tight that it looked like he actually would burst. “One more bite fat boy, you’re so close!” Darren said as he came around in between tuckers thick legs and forced the last bite into his reluctant mouth. Tucker was beyond full, he couldn’t even talk anymore, just moan. His fat stomach like a beach ball. Darren dropped to his knees, pulled his hairy lovers sweats down to his ankles and shoved his face onto Tuckers hairy crotch. His thick fattened belly was far too big to get his mouth all the way down Tuckers shaft but Darren persisted, pushing on the fat mans under gut and making Tucker moan in pain and lust. His head tilted back as he moaned “fuuuuck, that feels so good. Your... making me huge... I’m gonna be so so fat if you keep doing this to me.” Tucker cried out. “I might just leave you tied up and stuff you for the rest of the weekend, see how long those new uniforms last.” Darren responded before burying his face in Tuckers hairy crotch again. At this angle, Tuckers bloated belly and fat pad were swallowing his cock. Darren loved the taste of Tuckers sweet pre cum. He loved how Tuckers fat gut rested on his forehead as he brought him closer and closer to an organism. Darren knew Tucker was close and had a little surprise for him.

“I’ll be right back” Darren said as he ran to kitchen. He returned with a beer funnel and a pint of ice cream. “No more, please no more, safe word, safe word!” Tucker pleaded as Darren approached from behind him, grabbed his hairy bearded face and and shoved the funnel end into the desperate mans greasy mouth. Tuckers cock twitched as Darren leaned over and whispered in his ear “the safe work is fiddlestick”. Darren laughed as he heard Tucker trying desperately to yell Fiddlestick with the thick tube forced down his throat. “I can’t hear you fat boy, I hope you left room for dessert.” Darren teased. He proceeded to pour the melted thick chocolate ice cream he had bought earlier into the funnel. He watched tuckers eyes follow the dense liquid until it reached his mouth where he started to gag a bit but then proceeded to slowly consume the calorie rich drink. Darren watched with pleasure as Tucker helplessly ballooned from the thick heavy cream. About half of the ice cream was gone when the last button finally broke free that was sitting under Tuckers heavy stomach. It sat in his thick pubic bush as his belly took the opportunity to push even further into his lap.

Darren continued to hold tuckers fattened chin upright so he was facing the ceiling. He could feel his Adams apple bob up and down as he tried his best to make room for the heavy dessert being forced into him. The last few ounces made their way drown the tube into Tuckers mouth and Darren finally pulled the funnel out. “Tucker leaned forward, opened his mouth and let out a massive wet burp. “I.. Ive never been ... ufff more full... Fiddlesticks” Tucker said. Darren laughed and walked around to examine his work. He had never seen Tucker so fat. He looked like an over stretched ballon. His thick shoulders still straining the shirt that lay in ruins over his meaty hairy body. His chest heaving up and down as he attempted to catch his breath in between burps. Ice cream had leaked from sides of his mouth, down his muscular neck and had formed several puddles in his thick chest hair. His beefy arms still restrained to the chair, his stomach stretched far enough out to where it was pushing into his throbbing, hard cock. The sweat that was building up on his chest and belly pooled above the shelf his gut made and dripped down his sides, making his love handles glisten. Pizza toppings and sauce littered his torso. Darren leaned over him, kissed him on his greasy lips and stuck his tongue into Tuckers cold mouth. Tuckers breathing was shallow and quick. Every exhale was moan. His stomach was bright red and almost shiny from the stuffing

Darren took it all in and bent down to finish what he had started. He lifted his fat stomach enough to get a good enough angle to really go deep and took Tuckers cock in his mouth, cradling his big nuts with his other hand. He pressed his fingers under Tuckers balls and found the little area that stimulates the prostate right before his hole. Darren began to gently massage it and suck until he heard “Fuck, omg holy fuck, Darren!! Darren i’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!!!” Tucker screamed with urgency. His thick arms twisting under the restraints and his fattened stomach quivered as he pushed against the back of the chair. Tucker desperately tried to warn Darren of the impeding bust coming but Darren kept sucking, even more so now. He lifted Tuckers hairy underbelly, shoved his face as far down as he could and felt a hot stream gush down his throat, “Fuuuuck!! Oh fuuck, fuck fuck fuck!!!!” Screamed Tucker as he thrusted his groin forward. Darren kept swallowing until the stream of hot liquid eventually stopped. He could barely breathe under the weight of the fat mans gut but he never wanted to leave. He lifted his head to find his lover completely worn out. Darren rose up above him, gave him a few soft slaps on the side of his rounded gut and proceeded to untie Tucker one arms at a time. “Go shower if you can and i’ll give you belly rubs for the rest of the night big guy.” Darien said reassuringly.

“I... im going to explode I think. My gut is so packed tight, I think the skin is about to rip. Help me up and cut me out of this shirt.” Tucker pleaded. Darren helped him to his feet. His balance was off since he had just consumed what felt like 20 pounds of food. He leaned back letting his protruding stomach stretch forward. His big meaty shoulders and thick back threatened to shred what remained of the poor old shirt. Darren got him free from the button down and sent him off to the shower. He got him a new pair of sweats and found some lotion to help with he inevitable stretch marks that were bound to appear after such a massive stuffing. Tucker returned and received a long belly rub session on the bed. Darren massaged tuckers fat gorged stomach for over an hour before they both fell asleep happily in each others embrace. It was an evening that was sure to live with them for awhile.

Darren woke up before Tucker and decided to make breakfast for the birthday boy. He cooked up as huge pile of bacon, eggs and biscuits. He didn’t want to be too cute but it was Tuckers birthday so he wanted to make it special. He threw it all on a platter and brought it in to find Tucker just getting his big morning stretch in. His furry chest and belly arched and his thick thighs flexed outside the covers as Darren brought the bed tray over to the big beefy man.

D- “Happy birthday to youuuu, happy birthd...” Darren started to sing before Tucker reached over and put a finger over his lips to quiet him while laughing.

T- “This is literally too much. I’m still stuffed from last night.”

D- “Don’t make me tie you up again and stuff this into you.” He teased grabbing Tuckers thick belly and giving it soft bounce.

T- Fuck, that was so hot. You are so sweet I cannot thank you enough for this Darren. Also I have never been so stuffed in my life. I actually thought my stomach was going to burst with the ice cream.”

D- “nah, I know you big boy, I have seen your limits. And I think I could have packed another pizza or two into that big hairy belly.” Darren said as he rubbed Tuckers chubby gut.

T- “well this smells amazing so I guess I can peck at it.”

The two ate in bed and sipped coffee. When they were finished, Darren moved the tray to the ground and went under the covers to play with Tucker some more. He laid down right between Tuckers thick legs. Tucker squeezed Darren playful with his thighs as the two started to get horny again. “This is how id like to die” Darren let out as Tucker squeezed him tight. Tuckers cock started to twitch as Darren kissed his way toward it. “What are you doing now??” Tucker asked.

Darren peeked out from under the blanket, looked at Tucker and said “birthday head.” Tucker laughed and leaned his big body back onto the pillows. Darren went to town on Tuckers cock. Before Tucker came, he pulled Darren off and asked him if he could fuck him. Darren was vers and agreed to it without hesitation. Tucker laid him down and kissed him sensually from his neck down to his throbbing cock. He loved Darrens caramel skin and smooth abs. He lifted Darrens legs and proceeded to rim him gently. Darren moaned in pleasure as he felt Tuckers facial hair rub his ass cheeks and his thick mustache slide up and down his ass. Tucker positioned himself in between Darrens legs, towering over him with his massive muscles and chubby belly as he put on a condom. His gut was round and pudgy.

Darren reached up and gave it good slap as Tucker reached for the lube on the end table. His thick stomach was too irresistible for Darren who grabbed a healthy handful to squeeze. He loosened Darren up with a few fingers first and proceeded to force his thick hairy cock into Darrens tight hole. Darren moaned and reached for Tuckers big arms as felt him slide in. Slowly Tucker buried himself in Darrens hole. He felt Tuckers hairy stomach press into him as he was being squeezed happily under Tuckers heft. Both of them breathing heavily and moaning passionately. Darren watched Tuckers stomach jiggle as he felt him thrust faster and faster into his ass, his cock hard as a rock. Tucker was getting close as he leaned over and pinned Darrens cock between his fat sagging stomach and Darrens lean abs. Darren moaned “I’m going to cum” as Tucker continued to thrust himself into Darren, massaging Darrens sensitive cock with his fat belly. Thick streams of cum coated Darrens chubby torso as they moaned in unison. Tucker pulled himself off of Darrens body and out of his ass. He removed his condom and finished on Darrens chest. Darren watched the chunky hairy man moan in pleasure as he come hard and long, hitting him in the face and even spurting onto the pillow behind him. Tucker collapsed next to him and they laid silently for a while. He reached for Tuckers hand they kissed passionately.

Darren asked Tucker what he wanted to do and tucker said maybe a trip to the state park for a picnic and maybe dinner. Darren loved it. They showered and got ready to go. Darren realized Tucker had been wearing the same thing all weekend and that he had expanded enough that his jeans wouldn’t even consider buttoning. “Maybe we can go get you some shorts” Darren suggested to Tucker who nodded in agreement. They spent the morning getting another coffee and going shopping for a pair of shorts, Tucker needed a size 40.

The two got to know each other even more and Tucker revealed that he was bisexual but had been more interested in men as he aged. He did not get along with his family for that reason as well. His dream is to own his own business maybe in manufacturing and distribution or something similar. Darren told Tucker about growing up in Georgia and his dad and sister are cool with him being queer. He mentioned the places he has been stationed and how he is transferring next summer hopefully back to Northern California where he really loved the weather. They both really enjoyed each others company and it became more apparent as they chatted. When they arrived at the park, they took a short easy trail toward the lake in the center of the park. Trees lined the dirt trail as they walked. There were almost no cars in the parking lot of the park. The smell of oak was present as the wind blew through the forrest.

Tucker couldn’t stop looking at Darren. He marveled at his beauty as he explained the difference between two different kinds of plants they happened to walk past earlier. Tucker saw an opportunity and pulled Darren behind a series of bushes. Tucker kissed Darren hard and reached down to rub his package. He and got on his knees and unzipped Darrens shorts. Tucker looked up at Darren, pulled his cock out of his underwear and watched it swell as he wrapped his juicy lips around it. Darren loved Tuckers mouth, his cock was large and thick and Tucker did his best to deep throat it as far as he could until his eyes watered and he gagged violently. At times, Darren would thrust his meaty cock deep into Tuckers throat just to hear the noise the fat man would make. He grabbed Tucker by the ears and formed a quick rhythm as he choked Tucker out with his dick. He pulled out of Tuckers throat and came off to the side as his knees buckled. Tucker watched in pleasure as he climaxed. They finished up and got dressed again, Darren pulling Tucker in for a long and romantic kiss before headed back out to the trail. They enjoyed the afternoon, feeding lettuce to the ducks and snacking as they walked. Tuckers big belly swayed with every step he took and Darren couldn’t keep his hands off of it. The waters edge was beautiful and the two men sat on a bench under a large shade tree. They talked and laughed and just enjoyed the scenery. It was about 4pm and they decided to catch an early dinner. Darren knew of a great steakhouse on the way back with lots if fattening and delicious meals that Tucker would love to guzzle down. They were a little underdressed but they didn’t care. Tucker slid into the tight booth and his stomach almost touched the end of the table. “You might need to cut me out of here if I’m expected to eat like I did last night” Tucker said with a grin on his cute face. He lifted his shirt up to show his fat hairy gut to Darren and pushed it out far enough to touch the table in front of him. Darren whispered “put that away, my dick can’t take it any more.” They laughed and Tucker dropped his shirt.

They ordered an impossible amount of food and Darren watched at Tucker ate and ate and ate. It was all delicious. Lobster Alfredo, steak Diane, pulled pork Mac and cheese, and some good wine to wash it all down. Darren got the check at the end and Tucker literally was pinned in between the booth and the table after stuffing in so much food. “I’m ughhh actually too fat for this booth now” Tucker said as he lifted his shirt once again to show Darren the damage from the meal. His stomach was packed tight and pushed into he edge of the table enough to fold slightly over the top. Darren looked at him lustfully and threatened to keep feeding him until he cracked the bench seat he sat on. Darren motioned for the waiter a few minutes later to order 4 desserts to go. They bought out the desserts and Tucker sucked his gut in to slide his way out of the thin booth. Him and Darren sauntered toward the door. Some of the other patrons had taken notice of how bulbous Tucker was. They stared as he waddled towards the exit with his thick hairy underbelly threatened to peak out from under his skin tight shirt. His new shorts were tight on his legs and the button was completely undone as they walked away from the restaurant. They hopped in Darrens car and Tucker leaned over to thank Darren by giving him a big kiss. Darren rubbed his lovers thick fattened stomach as they dove deep into each others mouths. He was smitten. They both were really. Darren had never felt so happy. Tucker felt love like he had never felt before and he knew he was safe with Darren. “Can I spend the night with you again?” Tucker asked. “Of course!! who else would I stuff these desserts in if you go home?” Darren said happily. “We can wake up early and i’ll take you to your car before work.” He added.

They arrived back at Darrens, headed upstairs and immediately stripped naked. Tuckers fat stomach jutted out over his swelling cock as Darren approached him with a spoon and the bag of desserts. Chocolate Cake, lemon crunch cake, strawberry short cake and and a Mango ice cream. Darren hand fed Tucker the fattening desserts over the course of the next hour. Kissing and stroking each other as tucker continued to be plumped up. His stomach was sitting in his lap and stretching further and further out as Darren forced bite after bite into his greedy mouth. The final spoon full exited Tuckers lips. His beard had grown out in the last few days. He had a big piece of chocolate stuck to his chin that Darren leaned over and licked off before kissing his chubby stuffed man.

T- “This has been there absolute best birthday. I cannot thank you enough. You’re amazing but I feel like a blimp. Wanna lay down?” Tucker asked. They showered and changed the filthy sex sheets that they had left that morning. Tucker held Darren close as he laid his head on Tuckers meaty chest. He could hear Tuckers heartbeat and feel his stomach churning and digesting. They fell asleep silently thinking about how happy they were right there in that moment.

#part 2 #gainer fiction

[mxchellesworld]

Discuss!

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; Where the team discusses the question ‘do you kiss after head’, you find out Spencer has too little experience to answer the question so you help him out

Warnings; smut, oral (male receiving), sub!spencer, praise, slight degradation 

a/n; LMAO im so sorry for disappearing again life has been actually kicking my ass but anyways lately i’ve been thinking about subby early season spence so here we go,, hope you enjoy!

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Another Friday night and the team was out bar crawling after an easy case. But this time all members were there as it reached 11pm which was rare. Usually Hotch and JJ would have been home by 10:30 and Spencer wouldn’t have been there at all. But there was something light in the air which had all parties concerned sitting packed in a booth, laughing after each sip of their drinks. 

Since it wasn’t your first rodeo together you knew how the night went. It started off with Rossi offering to buy the first few rounds, always whiskey but he made an exception for Penelope. Then again who would deny her anything. 

Once the drinks were flowing and lips got a little loose, the questions would start popping in at the top of your heads. However these were not your run of the mill, ‘hows so and so doing?’ ‘done your taxes yet?’ oh no. The name of the game was discuss where you would all think of a question which would help you dig just a tiny bit deeper into your coworkers sex lives. 

Maybe if you were all sober then you’d avoid thinking of each other in such positions, pun intended, yet in this state your prying minds were open and your stomachs were ready to grow abs from bending over in laughter. 

You raised the margarita glass up clinking it with a fork to get the tables attention. Everyone including Aaron had a smile on their face, ready to hear the intrusive question for the night. 

“Ok my fellow profilers, doctor, and tech genius,” you added pointing at Spencer then Pen, “Do you kiss your partner after they give you head? Discuss!” you finished in your most formal voice. 

Right as you took a swig of your drink the mixed responses of yes and no filled your small space. 

“Why wouldn’t you? You guys especially, if someones willingly trying to swallow then you damn well owe them a kiss,” Emily finished earning nods and ‘exactly’s from JJ, Pen, and yourself. 

“Ok but thats weird. I just can’t explain it but its a no go for me,” Morgan finished. This only gained him a scoff and raised voices, “Hotch man help me out here,” he said looking over to the man hiding his smirk behind the amber liquid. 

“I have to agree with the ladies here Derek,” he said curtly. 

The girls yelped and hooted at Hotch for siding with them while Morgan sat with his arms crossed being the singular person left out as even Rossi agreed. Meanwhile you noticed the presence next to you had shrunk back and wasn’t too active in the conversation. 

“So Spence do you kiss your partner after they,” you trailed off shaking your fist by your cheek and poking your tongue in the side. 

He coughed as he instantly sat up quicker. Even under the dim lights of the bar you could still see the blush creeping up from his neck to his ears and the slightest tint on his cheeks. 

“Oh I uh- I never-” he said looking anywhere but your eyes. 

“You don’t kiss them?” you said raising your brows. 

“No! I-i mean yes. I would I think b-but I haven’t had the chance to actually partake in such.. activities,” he finished finally taking a look into your eyes. 

You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh in his face for being so inexperienced but you felt far from it. If anything you wished you could be the one to show him things. 

That sweet boy had you wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it. Maybe it was his naivety considering how exceptionally smart he was. Or maybe it was the cute sweater vests he wore and now he nervously tucked his hair behind his ears. All you knew was that you wanted Spencer Reid and tonight was your night to make it happen. 

You hummed taking in the information, “Well that’s not a bad thing Spence. Everything takes time,” you said putting your hand on his arm for comfort and giving him a smile. 

Going to turn back to face the table you almost didn’t hear Spencer go to speak again, “Do you?” 

Got him.

“Why don’t you find out pretty boy,” you said with a wink as you downed the rest of your marg. In the corner of your eye you could see Spencer shifting in his seat, subtly moving his bag to cover the slowly growing tent in his slacks. 

As the night went by you couldn’t help but really give him a show. You had popped open a button or two on the long sleeve you had on, since it was getting stuffy in the booth. Though when you leaned forward and jutted your chest out, the soft inhale of a breath from the man next to you was just serving as motivation to get bolder. 

For the last hour you called it quits on the alcohol and drank a few glasses of water before you drove home. Spencer had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since your little interactions. 

The team had all gotten up to say their goodbyes. Rossi going by and giving everyone a kiss on each cheek. Derek having to quite literally rangle Penelope from talking to passing by groups on their way out. Then there were two. 

You turned to the side where Spencer was nursing on his coke, “Hey pretty boy, it’s late, let me give you a ride home,” you said grabbing your belongings. 

“Y-yeah ok. Thanks Y/n,” he said getting up. You’d noticed how he still had the burnt orange bag over his crotch. He couldn’t still be hard could he? Well you’d love to find out. 

As gentlemanly as he was, Spencer opened the door for you to exit the building first. The whip of fresh night air cooling on your exposed chest and legs under your skirt. 

You unlocked your car and stepped in, Spencer waiting to hear the little beep signaling his side was open. As he sat down you heard him let out a little whimper. Your head shot over to look at him, you could tell from the flush on his cheeks he didn’t mean to let the noise out. 

Holding in your chuckle you started the ignition and pulled out of the lot, “Can I put on some music?” 

“Yeah I don’t mind,” he said looking over at you with his lips in a line. If it was anyone else, they’d probably think he was uncomfortable but you loved his tiny awkward smiles. 

The ride to his apartment was mostly silent besides a rare quip from Spencer about paper work or fact about an older building you had passed by. It fascinated you to no end hearing him talk. Spencer was a hand speaker, meaning he always used his hands waving them around and making gestures. The pale digits had you captivated. Probably a driving hazard but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. 

You pulled up into one of the visitor spots and put the car in park. You looked over to see Spencer almost contemplating something. You’d seen the look on his face before when he was looking over puzzles. 

“Somethin on your mind Doc?” you said with a small smile. As cute as he looked when he was nervous, you’d never want him to feel uncomfortable around you. 

“Would you-,” he cleared his throat, “Wo- Would you maybe want to c-come inside?” 

“Of course Spence I’d love to,” you finished with a reassuring nod. 

As he led you upstairs you were giddy with anticipation. So what if nothing happened. He was your friend first and you were glad he was letting you into his personal space. Even if you wanted nothing more than to have him writhi-

“Y/n?” 

The door closing snapped you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even realize you were in his living room. The dark green walls and shelves bursting with books put a grin on your face, “Sorry Doc, just caught up in my thoughts. What did you say hun?” 

His brows practically raised to his hairline from hearing the pet name. While he was used to the names coming from Garcia they took a whole different light coming from your lips. 

“I was asking if you wanted water or something,” he said fiddling with the keys in his hands. Eyes darting everywhere but your face so you wouldn’t be able to see the flush rising on his cheeks. 

“No I’m fine thanks for asking though,” you said taking a seat on the worn leather couch. 

You reached for the tv remote making a face at Spencer to ask for permission. He nodded and you settled back turning on an old sitcom that played late at night. 

As the episode ended you both sat in silence. Again you didn’t mind but you could practically hear the cogs moving in Spencer’s brain. 

You were about to speak when he cut you off before you could even get a word out, “What did you mean by ‘why don’t you find out’.”

Gaining confidence you moved closer to where he was on the couch, slow enough for him to stop you in case he wanted to back out. 

“Well you have options pretty boy,” you said moving a leg to straddle him. Your hands instinctively going to his brown locks. You could’ve sworn you heard a little moan leave his chapped lips. Noted. 

“W-what are the options,” lust blown eyes looked up to yours. 

“One, you can put that mouth to good use on me,” you said trailing your finger over his bottom lip, “and let me cum over that pretty face.” 

His eyes shut hearing your words and you weren’t having it, “Nuh uh eyes on me honey,” instantly they were back on yours. 

“Or number two. I can suck you off and let you cum down my throat, but,” you paused making sure to roll your hips on his growing length, “ you have to give me a nice big smooch after.” 

The hands on your hips pulled you closer as he bucked his hips into you as you finished the sentence. It was clear which option was preferred. 

You moved to slide down in between his legs. You let your hands trail down his clothed thighs, causing him to jump. 

“Tsk such a needy boy,” you said mockingly, “Am I not going fast enough baby?”

“Please Y/n,” he all but whimpered. It was like music to your ears. 

Your hands went to his belt, looking up in his eyes for a final sign of permission. Once he nodded you quickly undid it and he lifted his hips to help get his pants down. You palmed him over his boxers, feeling the wet patch where he was already leaking pre cum. 

“Is this all for me Spence? Does the thought of my lips around you make you this hard,” you said taking him out of the striped confines. 

“Oh god please just,” he cut himself off. You could see his hands curling fists besides his legs. 

“Please what baby? I can’t give you anything unless you ask.” Your hands continued their task of leisurely stroking his length. 

“Fuck please put your mouth on me,” he rushed out, hips bucking to prove his point. 

The answer was good enough for you so you wasted no time in leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. Both of you let out content sighs as you tried to take him further. 

You looked up to see him with his head leaned back, eyes scrunched closes in pleasure. 

You pulled off with a pop, letting your hand work him over. “Better keep those pretty eyes on me before I decide you can’t finish.”

He looked down with a flash of worry, that was quickly replaced by a loud moan as you spit down on his cock before taking him in your mouth again. 

For a germaphobe, Spencer loved how nasty it was. He was thanking god or whatever higher being there was for giving him his eidetic memory because the sight below him was something he’d never wanna forget. 

Your eyes were teary and you had spit dribbling down your chin but he wanted nothing more than to give you more than just a kiss after you finished. Or well after he finishes. 

You could tell he was close by the way he was throbbing on your tongue. Again taking him out of your mouth you used both hands to jerk him off. 

“You’re doing such a good job baby. So good for me. You wanna cum in my mouth pretty boy?”

“God Y/n I’m so close please please please,” he whimpered out. 

“Cum for me baby, be my good boy Spence,”  you said before taking him down your throat. He was big, not girthy but long and it was a struggle but you’d be damned if you didn’t try to take him all. 

Hollowing your cheeks you bobbed your head quickly, egging on his release further. His hands finally found a place in the back of your head. Pushing you down further as he came. 

“F-fuck Y/n I’m gonna”

His moans and whines were a symphony of sounds you’d have on repeat in your head forever. 

You swallowed the salty release but before you could even wipe your lips you were being pulled up by Spencer placing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss, his hands gripped the sides of your face not wanting to let you go. 

The need for air made you both pull back. You looked at one another, chests heaving and looking like you ran a marathon. 

Then a sad look came across his face. 

“Spencer what’s wrong?” 

“You didn’t get any pleasure,” he said looking like a hurt puppy. Oh your sweet boy. 

“It’s ok baby, I can take care of myself,” you tried to shrug off.

He was quick to push you back on the couch, taking the spot you were previously in. His warm lips trailing down your exposed thighs. 

“I wanna do it, but only if you kiss me after.” 

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #Spencer Reid fic #mgg fanfiction #mgg smut #mgg x reader #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds smut #sub!spencer #chellewrites

[ahsokryze]

hi I’m back with another prompt bc the first prompt fill you did for me was so so good and I crave more!!!

Number 10 from the same prompts list please? I wanna know what the day before was like from the previous prompt I sent 🥺🥺🥺

thanks for the prompt! I kinda got carried away with this… // prompts now closed

10 - hair ruffles

(this is a prequel to this prompt fill)

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"I'm cold, Master."

Obi-Wan lowered his binoculars, looking from the vast expanse of white in the distance over to the only figure amongst the vast expanse of white. Anakin, adorned in his light blue temple-issue winter parka, was standing several feet away, leaned slightly forward with his arms dangling in front of him, looking incredibly bored. Though he couldn't see Anakin's face through the buff he was wearing (the buff that Anakin had so far flat out refused to take off—even for eating and drinking—which, surprisingly, Anakin had somehow managed to do. Anakin. Ever so intuitive), Obi-Wan could tell that his former Padawan was dawning his oh so familiar "i'm bored" pouty expression. Obi-Wan didn't even have to look at Anakin to recognise that face.

"I know, Anakin. But we only have to keep surveying for a little while longer. It won't be too long until we can head back to the ship."

Anakin let out a disgruntled whine, turning around to kick at a mound of snow with his boot. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes with a sigh, lifting his binoculars. Oh Anakin...

"Ugghhh," Anakin grumbled. "We've been looking for hours, Obi-Wan, and there's clearly nothing here. No Separatists. No droids. No wildlife. Nothing. So can we please just go home now?"

"Anakin." Obi-Wan sighed. To be fair, Anakin wasn't wrong. They really had seen nothing all day. Not even any wildlife—though there could be creatures burrowed and living underground—but that wasn't why they were here. They were here to search for any indication of Separatist control on this planet.

"I admit that there is likely nothing here," he continued. "We will wait five more minutes. And if nothing changes, we can head back to the ship. Does that sound like a good deal, my impatient Padawan?"

"I'm not a Padawan anymore, Obi-Wan."

"Oh?” he said, lowering his binoculars. “Then why are you acting like one?"

Anakin crossed his arms with a defiant huff, turning away. Obi-Wan had to hold back a chuckle.

"Patience, young one."

"I have been patient," Anakin replied. "All day."

"Oh Anakin. I'm sure you can manage five more minutes?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Obi-Wan once again lifted his binoculars to scan the frozen, icy landscape ahead of them. After a few moments, he let out a sigh. There really wasn't anything here. Nothing but dunes of snow and ice, upon more dunes of snow and ice.

Obi-Wan lowered his binoculars to look at Anakin.

"Ugh,” Anakin muttered. “And I thought Orto Plutonia was cold..."

The younger man was repeatedly dragging his heel through a powdery section of snow on the ground. He was writing something, Obi-Wan realised. At a glance, it read: IM BORED. Obi-Wan let out a scoff, rolling his eyes.

"Having fun there?"

When Obi-Wan's playful question went unanswered, he put his hand on his hip.

"Anakin, watch your footing. That area looks quite icy."

"I am watching my footing."

"Now he speaks." Obi-Wan muttered. He received a glare in return.

Obi-Wan watched Anakin for a few more moments,  before turning round to scan the frozen wonderland another time. Snow. Snow. Snow. More snow.

"Master, look over here. I think I see something."

"What do you see?" Obi-Wan asked, turning back to see that Anakin was perched dangerously close to the edge of the ice river flowing close by, pointing at something Obi-Wan couldn't quite see amongst the rush of crystal blue water below.

"Look."

"Careful, Anakin," Obi-Wan said, watching how Anakin was crouched over a section of thinly veiled ice as he padded towards him. "What is it?"

"I'm not sure, I think it..."

"Anakin—"

"Ahh—"

There was a resounding thud. A sharp cry.

And Obi-Wan watched as Anakin slipped and slid down the side of the riverbank, submerging into the icy water below with a large splash.

"Anakin!"

—–—

"Come on, let's get you dried off."

Now safely back on the ship, Obi-Wan peeled the soaking-icy parka away from Anakin's shivering body, throwing it unceremoniously on the floor in a heap.

"Arms up."

Obi-Wan quickly stripped Anakin of his soaked layers, wrapping him up in a large blanket (they didn't have any towels so a blanket would have to suffice), and rubbing his arms and back in attempt to dry him off and warm him up.

Anakin shivered ceaselessly, even as Obi-Wan used the blanket to dry his dripping, icy hair, rubbing the sodden curls between the fabric in his hands, grimacing at the tiny ice crystals which had formed as a result of the cold. Once Anakin was mostly dry, Obi-Wan wrapped a new blanket around his former Padawan, handing him a spare set of tunics to change into—a beige set of tunics, to be precise.

"Sorry," Obi-Wan said. "They were the only ones I could find.”

"'s okay."

"Will you manage to get changed on your own?"

Anakin nodded, his teeth chattering.

"All right. I'm going to go start up the ship so we can leave this snowball, and then i'll come back to see about getting you warmed up."

Before he even gave Anakin the chance to reply, Obi-Wan swiftly rushed into the cockpit to start up the ship.

—–—

Watching the hypnotic swirl of hyperspace through the viewport ahead, Anakin sat in the co-pilot seat in the cockpit, bundled up in a cocoon made from all of the dry blankets on the ship. He was warmer now than he had been, yet he couldn't seem to stop shivering, feeling a deep chill lingering in his core.

With the sudden feeling of a hand ruffling through his hair, Anakin turned his head to find Obi-Wan kneeling by his side, a caring smile on his face.

"How are you feeling?"

Anakin let out a hum, shivering as he shrugged the best he could while wrapped in his blanket cocoon. Obi-Wan's brows drew in concern, placing his hand over Anakin's forehead.

“Are you still cold?” he asked. Anakin nodded.

“A little.”

“Come here.” Obi-Wan reached out and quickly rubbed Anakin’s shoulders and back, attempting to warm him up a little more. It seemed to work. Anakin’s shivering ceased. Even if it was just for a few minutes.

After that, Anakin slipped in and out of sleep as tiredness overcame him, soothed by the gentle thrum of hyperspace as their shuttle continued en-route to Coruscant. A few times, he woke up to the feeling of a warm hand on his forehead; his former Master intermittently checking his temperature, before he would drift off again, tranquillised by the endless blue and white swirl of hyperspace as they travelled across the stars.

“Anakin… Anakin, we’re home now.”

Anakin awoke to a soft voice willing him from sleep. A gentle hand stroking his hair.

“We just landed. We’re at the temple. Do you want to go inside now?”

Anakin slowly blinked, the image of his former Master coming into view. Obi-Wan was kneeling by his side, looking at him with a warm smile from outside the blanket cocoon he was still bundled up in. Anakin nodded sleepily.

“Come on then. I’ll take you back to your quarters.”

But, instead of heeding Obi-Wan’s words, Anakin didn’t so much as budge from where he sat, instead letting his eyes shut once again. His throat felt weird now, he noticed. It was all scratchy and yucky as he breathed in. And his nose was starting to run now too. He sniffed, but that only made everything feel worse.

“Anakin, are you going to move?” Obi-Wan whispered, lightly nudging his shoulder. “Or do you plan on staying in here all night.”

Anakin didn’t reply. Staying in here honestly sounded like a great idea. Yes, he was just going to stay here. He was comfortable right now. And the thought of having to leave his cosy little cocoon made him shiver.

Obi-Wan nudged him again. “Anakin.”

When Anakin still didn't reply, after a few moments, he heard Obi-Wan let out a quiet sigh. Then, he was being lifted up, and Anakin felt too tired to argue, already drifting back to sleep in his former Master’s arms.

—–—

Anakin awoke to find himself being tucked into his own bed. Obi-Wan was covering him with extra blankets, meticulously tucking the fabric in at his sides as if he were a youngling. Normally, Anakin would've complained, telling his former Master that he wasn't a youngling anymore—he didn't have to be tucked in.

But right now, Anakin couldn't bring himself to care. After all, it was making him feel all cosy and warm.

"Hey, Anakin," Obi-Wan whispered, seeming to notice his eyes were open. "We're back home now. I tried to wake you on the ship, but you didn't seem to want to move.”

Anakin blinked, slowly nodding. Obi-Wan gently smoothed back his hair, brushing away a few loose curls which had fallen into his eyes.

“Are you feeling okay?” Obi-Wan asked with a whisper. “Still cold?”

Anakin shrugged. When Obi-Wan didn’t seem to take that for an answer, Anakin sighed.

“Feel like…blegh.”

““Blegh”?” Obi-Wan questioned. Anakin nodded. ���Blegh’ really did feel like the best way to describe how he was feeling. He didn’t feel terrible, but he also didn’t feel okay either.

“Oh, well, i’m sorry you’re feeling this way, Anakin.” Obi-Wan replied. “Though, I must point out, maybe there is some merit to listening to your old Master when he says “watch your footing”, hmm?”

“Was watching my footing.”

“Oh, clearly.” Obi-Wan deadpanned. “So you were watching your footing when you slipped and slid all the way into that ice river? Before I had to come and rescue you?”

Anakin rolled his eyes. Obi-Wan ruffled his hair.

“Why don’t you get some more rest, Anakin.”

Anakin let out a big yawn, his body already seeming to succumb to Obi-Wan’s words. Obi-Wan gently tucked the edge of his blanket under his chin.

“Goodnight, Anakin,” Obi-Wan whispered softly, placing a hand lightly on his head. Anakin felt the becalming surge of a sleep suggestion being pushed into his mind. His eyes fluttered closed. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

#natalie writes #my fic #prompt fill #ani and obi #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 10]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, guided masturbation, dirty talk, jun being a wild one, sad?????angst(sorry), mentions of break-ins/theft, yet again this chapter was meant to be shorter but here we are 😭🍒 more plot than anything else but enjoy! and as always, thank you so much for your support and interest in Cherry Bomb!! 😭💕💕💕 have a good weekend and don’t forget my halloween intro post goes up tomorrow as well!! stay hydrated bbys!!💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - ?

“Damn.”

Seungcheol sits beside you Friday morning, lips pressed into a firm line when he sees the five-digit number staring back at him from your revenue page. 

“Yeah, it’s---I--I’m…”

The two of you fall into a tense silence as you both stare at the exorbitant amount of money that the videos have made, unsure of what to say or even think.

“Um, I mean, o-obviously you get a cut of the money too, ‘Cheol! You’re half the video so…”

“Yeah, but even so, that’s---that’s an insane amount of money we made off of, what, three videos?”

You nod back slowly, sighing as you rest against the back of the sofa. “I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t think… they’d do that well. Like, not saying we suck! We obviously don’t, but just… I didn’t think they’d do that well.”

Seungcheol laughs, leaning back against the cushions as he meets your blushing face. “I could quit my job and just cam with you for this amount of money. I mean, this much off of three videos? Imagine if we were regulars together.”

The thought alone sends your mind into a flurry of various ideas; biting your lip as you lean into Seungcheol’s shoulder.

“Hey, I have an idea for tomorrow’s show but remind me to ask you later!”

hoshi_tiger_xx: still out of town baby?

sleepy_wonu: i feel like you moved and you’re just not ready to tell us lol

Seungcheol smirks reading the comments; eyes flitting over to you from his place on the sofa.

“Moved? I wish! This place is probably waaaay more than my own rent though~” You pause, letting the sound of donations sound off and comments fly past on your laptop screen. “And I’m probably heading home tomorrow so get ready to say bye to this backdrop!” You pout.

therealchan99: can we quickly discuss those videos tho

angelhan: actually yes

Biting your lip, you note that Seungcheol’s eyes are already on you and that you’ve already hit the donation minimum to start your show. “Well…” You start pushing the straps of your bra down, unhooking the back until you can toss the flimsy material off. “What do you guys want to know? You know I kiss and tell~”

dom.cheol: how does he gets you so fuckin wet, baby?

alphagyu97: ur not rly friends are u? Is he ur bf?

alphagyu97: im not pressed either im just curious!!!

universe_WZ: thats what they all say

chwenon: yooo that last vid was fuckin fire tho

tangerine_kwan has donated $50

tangerine_kwan: is he ever gonna join u on cam? think u guys would be good

“Hmm~ Well, let’s start with dom.cheol’s question…” You shoot the camera a sultry smirk as you spread your legs; fingertips already dancing along the lace of your panties. “It’s really not hard~ He’s really good at what he does, y’know? Knows how to talk to me and get my panties wet~”

xcaliburDK: is he good looking

kitty_junjun: probably not as well as me 🤪

gentleman_josh95: stop while u r ahead

Letting out a soft giggle, you watch as Seungcheol rounds the sofa, leaning up against the back of it as he faces you. He keeps his phone in hand, thumb still dancing across the keyboard.

dom.cheol: he has to punish you so often though, baby.

artist8hao: i know, whats gotten into u babygirl? Why r u acting out so much?

“‘Cause I like it when he punishes me~” You lick your lips as you hook your thumbs into your panties, slowly guiding them down your legs. “But I like it when he’s sweet to me too~” Your eyes dance up to Seungcheol, tossing the material his way before speaking.

“Won’t you be sweet to me now?”

alphagyu97: oh shit hes there

universe_WZ: let him fuck your pretty pussy on cam baby

“Aww, I’d love that but he’s still a ‘lil too shy for a live show!” You run your fingertips through your folds, collecting the wetness on them before you bring them to your lips. “But not shy enough to lend your voice, maybe?”

“If that’s what you want, sweetheart.”

Seungcheol makes sure to raise his voice enough so that he’s within earshot of the mic; adrenaline rushing through his veins when he, too, notices the sudden influx of comments and donations at his sudden appearance. “My baby’s been good today though, hasn’t she?” Nodding, you get lost in Seungcheol’s firm stare as the sound of donations and comments fire off in the background.

“Mmhmm~ So why don’t you guide me and show me how a good girl gets rewarded?”

He sets his phone down onto the back of the sofa precariously, both hands in the pockets of his sweats as he watches you. “Normally, good girls get to sit on my cock but we’ll save that for another time, baby. For now, why don’t you get those fingers nice and wet for me? Let them see how good that mouth of yours is.”

therealchan99: those pretty lips that look so good around a cock, just like i thought

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

sleepy_wonu: fuck yeah

You make sure your fingers are properly wet before you drag them down your body, soft sighs on your lips. “Don’t tease me too much though, okay?” Seungcheol grins in return, picking up his phone and sending a quick donation to keep up appearances before he glances your way again.

“Of course. So why don’t you play with that cute ‘lil clit of yours. Bet it’s still nice and sensitive after last night, huh?”

A stuttered moan falls from your lips the second you start rubbing slow circles on your clit; eyes fluttering shut at the memory alone.

xcaliburDK: fuck, all that cum spilling out of her cunt was hot

artist8hao: bet she was nice and full huh? Such a shame she wasted it

Seungcheol chuckles under his breath, “Right? Guess I’ll just have to fuck it deeper into her pussy next time.” You can’t help but clench around emptiness as you pinch your clit between your fingers at his words.

“Ngh, he made me come home with cum trickling down my thighs…” You whimper, “Not that I minded.”

“She begged me to fuck her in the shower too. Wanted me to mark you up real pretty, didn’t you? So that all your viewers could see.”

“Mmhmm…” He watches as you slowly slide your fingers down your folds to your entrance before they slide back up to your clit. “Why don’t you put two fingers in, hmm? Pretend they’re mine while you fuck yourself on them.”

kitty_junjun: aww her fingers are so small compared to yours

gentleman_josh95: bet its not even enough for her anymore huh?

dom.cheol: probably not

You slowly ease in two fingers at once; moaning when you sink them knuckle deep. “O-oh, fuck… Wha--what should I do n-next?”

“Fuck yourself on them, baby. Go however fast or slow you want to. Make yourself cum on your fingers.” He pauses; running a hand through his hair before he shoots you a devilish smirk. “But tell me how badly you wish it were me, ‘cause we both know you do.”

alphagyu97: wheeew lets hear it babygirl

tangerine_kwan: yea baby tell us

“It’s---It’s not the s-same… ‘Cause your fingers are b-bigger than mine…” You whimper, “And--a-ah, and they’re longer too…” Scissoring your fingers, you let out a breathy moan when you start thrusting your fingers faster into yourself.

“I wish it were your fingers, knuckle deep inside my pussy and making me cum. F-fuck, and stretching me open…”

You place your thumb on your clit; rubbing harsh circles on the nub as you chase your high. 

Seungcheol watches with keen eyes, the way your heels dig into the sheets and the way your brows furrow in concentration; licking his lips when he can tell you’re already close to your orgasm.

“Now let’s see that pretty pussy cum, sweetheart.”

You towel your hair off after your shower; shuffling towards the living area as Seungcheol settles into his makeshift bed on the sofa.

“Don’t you want to sleep in the bed with me for once, ‘Cheol?”

His lips press into a lopsided smile, “Are you asking because it’s your last night here?”

“Maybe~”

He lets out a breathy laugh as he reaches for his pillow, gesturing you back towards his bed. “By the way, what was your idea for your show?” You sit cross-legged on the bed just as Seungcheol sets his pillow back against the headboard.

“...How do you feel about maybe filming with me at my place?” He quirks a brow at you just as he settles onto what he deems his side of the bed for the night. “Do tell.” He has a vague idea of where this is heading, but he lets you continue; curiosity eating away at him the longer you hesitate.

“Well, I was thinking… Maybe, and only if you’re okay with it, but… I was thinking maybe you could drive me back to my place? And I know it’s about an hour out from here but I’ll pay gas money! And we can just start heading towards my apartment a little before my show starts. That way you can use toys on me ‘n stuff. And I don’t mind if you spend the night either ‘cause it’ll probably be kinda late when we finish...”

Seungcheol nods; already thinking about the possibilities with the amount of toys you had at your place compared to his. “I mean, yeah, why not? And don’t worry about the gas money, I think we’ve both made enough money this week to last us a while.”

You can only pout in return, laying on your stomach next to Seungcheol who stares up at the ceiling. “Speaking of which… What’re we gonna do now?”

“What do you mean?”

Sighing, you run your fingers through your damp hair. “I mean… What are we going to do about the videos? Are--Are we still going to film together?”

His lips press into a firm line as a million thoughts run through his mind; he’d thought about it a lot himself the past few days since. “I have an idea but I’m not sure how you’re gonna feel about it.”

“Shoot, we’ve got nothin’ to lose I don’t think!”

Seungcheol eases onto his side as he meets your stare, “First of all, I don’t mind filming more videos with you. And to be honest, it’ll probably take me a bit of time before I’m okay with showing my face but I don’t mind being on your live cam shows either, if we can figure out some camera angles. But the thing is… I think if we’re going to be filming together, you need to change your filming schedule.”

Panic runs through you for a second at the idea but you quickly push it aside to hear his suggestion. “How so?”

“Well, right now you’re doing shows on Fridays and Saturdays, every other Monday and every other Wednesday, right? Your next show is Wednesday which is fine but I think if we end up filming videos together regularly, we need to adjust how often you actually cam and how often we post pre-recorded videos. ‘Cause let’s be real, you’d be way too tired if you kept it that frequent. Three live shows a week and filming with me? It’s way too much for you.”

This time, it’s your lips that press into a firm line. But Seungcheol was right. There was no way you could keep your normal schedule on top of filming with him in between. “That… That makes sense. What are we gonna do about, uh, I mean---’cause we don’t really live near each other…” Mumbling, you trail off, hoping that Seungcheol knew the answer.

“Hmm, well, you can keep your Friday shows and then I can swing by on the weekends. We can film a few videos over the weekend, even if they’re just short ones, or even film long ones and then you can just cut them into shorter pieces. So, in theory, you’d only do two live shows a week and one upload of both of us? We can figure out everything else as we go in terms of splitting profits and stuff.”

You nod at his suggestion, feeling better about the idea. “That sounds reasonable! I’ll have to make a notice for my page but hopefully it shouldn’t be too big of a change…”

Seungcheol yawns as he stretches, eyes filled with sleep when he looks at you.

“We don’t have to do anything too soon either. Those videos are still makin’ money so let’s get some sleep!”

You and Seungcheol spend the Saturday afternoon driving around town; even going so far as to drop by the roller rink one last time to say your thanks and goodbye to Jeongguk.

“The two of you are somethin’ else, man. Really. With my whole heart, I just--I love it.” He pretends to wipe a tear off of his face as you and Seungcheol share a look.

“Promise me you’ll think of my offer?”

You nod in return, a soft giggle escaping your lips. “I promise! Seungcheol tells me you stream often yourself so I feel like I can trust you but only if you get my good side too!” This time Jeongguk’s eyes light up with excitement as he reaches for your hands over the concession stand counter.

“Oh my god, if---if I promise to give you half a cut of profits, would you show up on my gaming stream? You don’t even have to be good, just if we collabed, I really think---”

“Okay, ‘Guk, I think that’s enough for now. You can ask her a thousand questions next time.” You pat Jeongguk’s hands as he pouts. “I’ll think about it, okay?” You whisper under your breath; a small smile on his lips as he nods back.

“Don’t be a stranger!”

Seungcheol links his hand with yours as he leads you out of the roller rink and back to his car; eyes flitting to his watch to check the time. “We’ve got time to have dinner and then we probably need to hit the road after.” You nod, “Sounds good! Where are we headin’ for dinner?”

“‘Guk and I went to this diner called ‘Dynamite’ a while back… The food’s alright and I haven’t taken you there yet so we can go there if you’re okay with it?”

“Sounds good!”

Seungcheol pulls into the parking lot of the diner 30 minutes later as the same neon signs greet him back. He parks near the entrance again, noting that it seemed fairly empty this time as well.

“I wonder if the guy is still here…” He mutters as he unbuckles his seatbelt. “What guy?”

The two of you exit his car; jogging up to him as he waits for you. “Just the guy who was our server when I was here with ‘Guk. He seemed familiar and it was weird.”

Seungcheol opens the door for you, letting you in first as the cold AC blasts you.

“Welcome to Dynamite, I’m Jun and I----Oh fuck!” Jun drops the menus in his hand, lips settling into a wide smile as he walks up to you and Seungcheol, tripping on his own feet as he meets you at the door. “I’m a big fan!” He harshly whispers. You blink up at him just before your eyes flit down to his pastel coloured name tag.

Jun.

Jun.

Oh. kitty_junjun.

“O-oh, you’re---you’re kitty_junjun aren’t you?” You whisper back; already noting that he was quite handsome himself.

Fuck, are all my regulars hot?

“That’s me, baby! And oh--you! It’s you! I remember you from last time! You were with that other guy! Are you… y’know. The guy.” Jun wiggles his eyebrows as he steps back and picks up two menus from the counter. Seungcheol mentally grimaces but he nods.

“That’d be me.”

Jun’s eyes light up with enthusiasm as he gestures for the two of you to follow him towards the seating area. “I’m such a huge fan, really! Of Cherry and, well, really both of you now.” He leads you to a booth before he sets the menus down onto the table. “I hope you don’t mind but I volunteer to be your server and the milkshakes are on me tonight!” Finishing with a wink, he leaves the two of you alone as he walks back towards the counter.

“Wow, ‘Cheol when you said small town, you really meant it, huh?” Giggling, you take in Seungcheol’s mildly embarrassed appearance. “Hey, you’re famous!”

Am I famous? He thinks, Or is it just my dick?

“So that’s three people that could clock me in person… I mean, I guess it could be worse.” He mumbles; cheeks flushed pink when he sees Jun walking back towards your table. Jun leans against the booth, nodding as he props a hand on his hip.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not bothering you guys. It’s just, I feel like I’m meeting a celebrity!” He laughs, “I’d ask for your autograph but then I think that’d be a little too weird.”

You can’t help but giggle at his comment, turning slightly to face him better. “Guess you were right when you said you thought you saw me, huh?” He snaps his fingers as the memory comes back to him in an instant.

“You’re right! Fuck, I almost forgot about that. Man, I thought I was having a fever dream.”

Jun stares off to the side before he fixes his gaze onto Seungcheol; eyes wide. “Hey, I never caught your name, I don’t think?” Seungcheol gulps, hoping that Jun doesn’t connect the dots as easily as Jeongguk did.

“It’s Seungcheol.”

“Oh… okay! Well, cool, are you guys ready to order?”

He lets out a breath he doesn’t realize he was holding as you relay your order to Jun; lips falling into a shaky smile as he gives his order to Jun once you were done.

“Okay! I’ll be back in a little bit!” Jun shoots the two of you a smile before he leaves the two of you alone again.

“Well, this is an interesting Saturday if I do say so myself!” Seungcheol can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out of him; shaking his head at the way you seem to take it so easily. “I can’t believe you’re so chill about running into people that know you!”

“Like you said, ‘Cheol! It could be worse~” You pause, “This one time I was at the grocery store and this older man came up to me and said he recognized me. I was like, cool, y’know? I know my viewers are all different ages so I don’t judge. But then, two kids came up to him calling him ‘daddy’ and I literally bolted out of that place before his wife could find me!”

The two of you share a laugh before changing the topic; only stopping when Jun comes by with your orders, twenty minutes later.

“Hey, this is kinda random but it’s not so busy right now, so… Did you wanna sit with us and chat?” You offer as your eyes dance between Seungcheol and Jun. The latter’s eyes twinkle with excitement as he sets the last plate down.

“Wait, seriously? I can take my 15 if you’re being serious!” This time, you look to Seungcheol for his opinion, already noticing the way he seems more relaxed.

“Yeah, that’s cool with me.”

Jun all but runs off to tell his manager as you scoot over to give him space when he gets back. “I’m surprised you asked if he wanted to sit with us while we had dinner.”

“Why not? He seems nice! And we’re making friends!” Seungcheol nods in agreement just as he starts eating and just as Jun makes it back to the booth with a milkshake of his own.

You pat the empty spot next to you as he gasps slightly. “I feel like the second luckiest man on earth.”

He slides into the booth next to you, making sure to keep a reasonable distance. “Hey! You’ve got a show tonight so… are you two, y’know…” Seungcheol makes a conscious effort to not choke on his food as he chews slower than he usually would; eyes flitting over to you just as you set your utensils down.

“Um, yeah! We don’t really know what we’re gonna do yet but no spoilers okay~ Nobody knows what he looks like, Junnie!” You pout. Jun can only vibrate in his seat; a pink blush on his cheeks at the sudden nickname.

“Of course! My lips are sealed shut! And well, if you’re ever back in town, I’ll give you guys my employee discount if you swing by!” He grins.

The three of you talk about various topics within Jun’s fifteen minute break, thankfully none that involve camming. Jun pouts when his time is up, a sigh on his lips when he stands. “Damn, well, I guess I’ll see you later then, huh?” He wiggles his eyebrows, chuckling.

“Just wave me over if you guys need anything, okay?”

The rest of dinner goes on without issue and Seungcheol finds himself in a lighter mood than when the two of you first arrived at the diner.

You make sure to leave Jun a big tip, winking at him on your way out.

“Ready to head home after a week?” Seungcheol shoots you  a sad smile as he walks you to the passenger’s side of his car. He opens the door for you and lets you in before shutting it and jogging to the driver’s side.

“I mean, it’s not like we’re not gonna see each other anymore. If anything we’re gonna be seeing each other fairly regularly since you’re gonna come over to film!”

Seungcheol nods as he sets your apartment into his GPS; pulling out of the driveway as he begins the hour drive to your place.

“Yeah, and I mean, we can figure out what schedule works better as we go. Maybe we only need to film every other week or something too, right?”

“Mmhmm! I’ll start drafting a notice for the schedule change tomorrow and then I’ll run it by you before it goes up.”

The hour drive seems to go by quicker than you expect as the two of you spend the time singing along to songs on the radio; judging Seungcheol’s impeccable vocal skill when a rock song comes on.

“Wow, I--I didn’t know you had the vocal cords to do that, ‘Cheol!” He takes his eyes off of the road for a split second to shoot you a cocky grin.

“I’m pretty good at karaoke. We should go next time! Maybe invite all of our new friends.”

You snort in response, slapping his arm as he pulls into a residential part of town. “And if the person working the front desk of the karaoke place knows us?”

“Then we invite them in too!”

A slight blush paints your cheeks when you realize how much Seungcheol seemed to have relaxed in the last few days, if not hours. You knew it was never easy to get used to being recognized in person and there were still a lot of times where even you were flustered in person. 

“Hey, what’s going on over there?” Seungcheol’s concerned voice has you immediately peering through the window; eyebrows furrowed when you see the police cars parked outside of your apartment complex.

“W--wait that’s my--my apartment complex, ‘Cheol pull over!”

He parks the car a little closer to the scene; getting out of the car with you as the dread becomes more and more evident on your face. “Hey, I’m here with you, okay? Maybe it’s just nothing.” He offers; simultaneously knowing that his words were currently going in one ear and out the other.

The two of you walk hand in hand up to the front where you spot your landlord standing with a police officer. You call her name as she turns to you, gesturing for you to come closer.

“Didn’t you get my text message? Or any of my calls from the last 45 minutes?” You shake your head no in response, eyes dancing to Seungcheol who’s expression matches your own. “No--No I--I was out at dinner, I didn’t even hear my phone go off. What’s going on here?”

She sighs, arms crossed in front of her chest as the police officer clears his throat. “Well, Miss, there were a few break-ins tonight here. There’s a lot of broken glass and a lot of missing items. Thankfully nobody was injured but unfortunately we’re going to be running an investigation so it could take some time.”

“I--w--what about m-my apartment?” Your landlord sighs, “I’m sorry, honey, but your apartment was one of them, I---hey!”

You all but drag Seungcheol with you as you start making your way towards the entrance of the complex, panic and adrenaline guiding you as you all but throw the front door open. The sounds of the officer and your landlord shouting your name become fuzzy as you make your way through the halls; side stepping the stray items that were left on the floor. You make it to your hall when you notice a police officer standing at your front door that seems to have almost been ripped from the hinges.

“Miss, you can’t be in here, we’re---”

“This is my apartment, please just let me in!”

The officer standing at your apartment door notes the distress in your voice and sighs, “Show me some ID and I can let you in.” You quickly fish out your ID as he cross-references it with his documents. “Alright, go ahead. Please just don’t touch any of the hard surfaces.”

Your palm feels clammy against Seungcheol’s as you step into your apartment; shaky gasps on your lips when you notice the items strewn about. “O-oh my god…”

Seungcheol squeezes your hand tight, unsure of what to say. This was definitely the last thing he would’ve expected to happen at the end of your one week stay with him.

You can’t help the tears that threaten to spill as you look around your apartment and Seungcheol quickly notes the glassy look in your eyes when you turn to face him. Seungcheol quickly turns to the officer, voice stern. “I’m sorry to ask but can you give us a second alone, please? This is a lot for her to take in.” The officer nods as he steps back into the hallway.

“Baby? Tell me how you’re feeling, sweetheart.”

It only takes a split second before you’re sobbing into Seungcheol’s chest; his arms wrapping tightly around you.

He rubs your back gently, cooing to you softly as you let out your emotions. “Seungcheol, I, hic, wh--what am I--I, hic, g-gonna d-do? I…” You trail off as your mind goes a mile a minute. He’s unsure of how to comfort you, eyes taking in the ransacked room.

“We--we should probably talk to the officer outside? Figure out what’s going on. I--I mean, you’re definitely coming home with me. I’m not leaving you here like this and with nowhere to go.”

You pull away from his chest, tears still streaming down your face when you look up at him. Seungcheol feels his heart shatter into a thousand pieces. God please, I’d do anything to make sure she never cries like this again, he thinks.

“But my--my s-stuff, I--this--”

“I know, baby, I know. Let’s just both be thankful you weren’t here when they broke in, okay? We can replace the material stuff.” He smooths your hair down and wipes your cheeks, leaning down until he’s at eye level with you.

“I promise you, we’ll figure it out, okay? I’m not leaving you until we do.”

Nodding, you let Seungcheol take your hand as he brings you back to the front door where the officer is. “Hello? Excuse me?”

“Yes?”

Seungcheol looks your way before clearing his throat. “We just want to know what happened to my girlfriend’s apartment.” You squeeze his hand, hiding behind him.

“Well, we can’t really know for sure. A few other apartments were broken into. For some, the locks were picked and for others, it seemed like they just used blunt force against the doors until they gave way. Unfortunately, seeing as this is a gated apartment complex, the hallways don’t have any security cameras and we have no idea how the suspects got in past the gate.” The officer pauses for a moment as he lets his words sink in. “Usually with cases like this, a lot of the material goods eventually show up in local pawn shops or even just discarded in near-by trash containers. And judging from the building history, this isn’t the first time these burglars came by. This seems to be the second time. But that’s all we know for now. I suggest you pack some of your things and hang tight in a hotel until we get more info because, unfortunately, your door is ready to fall off of the hinges and we need to get a detective in here to see if there’s any fingerprints on the surfaces.”

“Will there be someone patrolling this place all night? How are we sure they won’t come back?”

“We’ll have an officer posted at all times, young man. I promise you nobody will get back in here.”

The tears stream down your cheeks as you quietly stand behind Seungcheol; lip quivering as Seungcheol thanks the officer for the information before turning to face you again.

“‘Ch--Cheol, what’re w-we, hic, gonna d-do now?” Your voice sounds so small to him as you keep your eyes focused on the floor.

“Has your apartment been broken into before? Be honest with me.” 

“O--once, but--but it w-wasn’t this bad...” He clenches his jaw at your words. How the fuck did this happen before without anyone finding out? “Wait, so this has happened in the past? And you never said anything?” You peer up at him, eyelashes wet with tears. 

“It, hic, they--they didn’t take as much s-stuff that t-time. But--but now I’m, hic, won--wondering if they were just s-scouting...” Seungcheol’s vision goes red; knowing exactly what he wanted to do and say but unsure of the possible outcome.

Fuck, screw it.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, sweetheart.” He pauses, exhaling deeply before he continues. “We’re gonna pack a bag, take all your important things that you can find. I don’t care if we have to fill up my entire car with your things. And you’re coming home with me. I don’t care if you have to break the lease on this place, but I can’t in good conscience know you’re living here if people are breaking into it like this.” You open your mouth to speak, brows furrowed. “But--”

“No! No buts this time. I--I can have Jeongguk help with moving. I’m sure Seokjin-hyung can take his shift at the roller rink for one day to help us move your things. And we’ll figure things out as we go.”

“The r-rent, I--”

Seungcheol shoots you a small smile as he tilts your head up to meet his soft and warm eyes. “Please, don’t worry about something like that right now. I’m just happy you’re okay. And that you weren’t here alone where I couldn’t help you.”

You nod shakily, hands covering Seungcheol’s as he holds your face in his hands. “Seungcheol, I’m so--so sorry, I--I don’t even k-know where to start, I--this is---it’s all just so much. Really I can just---just get a h-hotel and you can g-go home...” The tears threaten to spill again but Seungcheol quickly tugs you into his inviting arms. 

This was by-far not at all how he expected to end his weekend. And he could only assume you felt the same way.

“I know it’s a lot. But we’re good at figuring things out on the fly, right? You have to trust me on this one. You’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. But for right now, I think you need to hurry and post a notice that there’s no show tonight while I look for your luggage so we can grab some things and get out of here, okay?” 

He releases you from his hold, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead. 

“I’ll fix it, I promise.”

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[oh-for-fic-sake]

If They Get Married I'd Be Your Uncle

Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, flirting, Bruce is frustrated

A/n:So been in a dc mood today and couldn’t get this out of my head i really hope you enjoy it xx

Bruce meets you when you both get called into the school and instantly wants you to himself.

If They Get Married I'd Be Your Uncle.

You grumbled as you walked up to the pretentious school pissed that it wasn't near any bus routes, cos these type of people don't use that sort of thing. The walk was long and arduous especially after the 10 hour shift you just finished cos some stupid little twat decided he didn't feel like coming in today and called in 'sick' at the last minute even tho you heard his giggling girlfriend in the back ground. Sighing you pulled out your hair tie slapping it up into a neater messy bun as you made your way into the school reception stopping ,you raised an eyebrow at the receptionist as she gave you a side glance pretending not to notice you. You looked up to the ceiling praying for some restraint because you'd had just about as much as you could take today and didn't need the snobby attitude of these people. After a few moments you looked at her.

"Excuse me I'm here to see Mr Koleman I'm running a bit late so could you sign me in?" you said as calm as possible she rolled her eyes.

"Mr Kolman doesnt take personal meetings on the school grounds" she said snidely dismissing you , you growled at the implication.

"I'm Jack Cookes sister you phoned me earlier?"

"oh? you have an appointment?" she said. you grit your teeth.

"Trust me if I didnt I wouldnt be here" she gave you the once over then reached a perfectly manicured hand beside her screen lifiting a clip board

" and your Mrs?" you shook your head

"Miss Cooke with an e" a chuckle and whispers rippled through the office as she checked you in and handing you a visitors pass. You snatched it and made your way down to the hall to a mini reception outside the principles office. As you opened the door you spotted your little brother supporting a bloody nose ,cut cheek and eyebrow. Ignoring everyone you ran across the room stopping before him and his best friend.

"Oh for fuck sake Jack, here let me look" you said tilting his face this way and that you looked beside him swivling on your feet pulling the boys face up.

"Damien are you ok- seriously you to?" you cut yourself off seeing a dark bruise on the boys jaw you tutted rummaging through your bag pulling out a pack of ibuprofen and small bottle of water passing it to them both.

"here take these" stopping as the principles secretary snapped at you.

"Miss! you cannot give medication to other student's god knows what they are!!" you rolled your eyes giving the sleeve of tablets to Jack who then popped out two and gave them to Damien before taking his own.

"Happy?" you quipped at her with an innocent smile then turned to Jack

"Jack please please tell me you still have all your teeth" he smiled showing a full set then looked at Damien who copied. You sighed in relief smoothing both boys hairs then placed a kiss on each of their heads. You continued coddling them unaware of the man behind you watching shocked as damien sat still letting you fuss over him. Bruce didnt know you from adam but damien apparently did

"Was it them again? I told you if your gonna retaliate keep it off campus!" you said kneeling in front of them hand on either boys knee.

"We didn't start it." your brother stated and you believed him , he and Damien get themselves into trouble I mean there a couple of teenage boys there bound to act up but he doesn't just 'verbally disrespect people and attack other students' as the teacher on the phone had put it.

"Ok what happened?" you asked they both looked down Damien spoke up first

"They started calling us names again, kyle tripped and blamed Jack for it getting him told off so i called Kyle out on it then they started calling us names again we told Mrs Hatt and she laughed saying sticks and stones" . Jack continued

"So I called her a drunk fat bitch who was at best a fucking baby sitter, kyle slammed my head into the desk for it cos he's a little ass lick." you sighed as Damien took over

"SoIi punched kyle in the face knocking him on his ass and Clarence hit me and Jack headbutted him then we were pulled apart"

"yeah were did you learn to punch like that? he went down like a sack of shit" Jack asked laughing damien joined him laughing you deadpanned as they high five'd one another.

"Ok guys thats neither here nor there the point is your teacher sat back and watched?" they nodded there teacher seemed to have a problem with your brother due to your social class, he'd been accepted as part of a new law that all private schools must accept a certain number of full scholarship students to give everyone 'an equal opportunity' you'd been complaining to the school about the bullying and the teachers attitude but nothing has been one it seems.

"So you didn't hit them first?" you asked Damien shook his head at you. you believed them they were good kids.

"Good but you know fighting isn't the answer right?" they shook their heads you stood up fully taking a seat beside them.

"Damien thank you for helping him and Jack fuck sake don't you know headbutting hurts you more than the other guy. I'm sorry this is still happening guys but I'm gonna take care of it ok? trust me?" they both nodded at you still looking a little sorry for themselves you swung around in your seat only now seeing Bruce sitting opposite you.

"Bruce Wayne, you must be Jacks sister Y/n was it?" you nodded as his hand devoured your in a hand shake.

"Yep that's me. sorry your boy got dragged into this" he chuckled waving it off

"He will always find trouble at least this time its for sticking up for his friend, im glad to finally have a face to put to the name they talk about you alot" you nodded at that couldn't help your breathing hitch slightly at his smile his eyes seemed to burn into you analyzing you. You flushed slightly under his gaze

"Good things i hope" he nodded at you licking his bottom lip damien sighed you loked away before smirking at Jack.

"You really called her a drunk fat bitch?" he laughed proud of himself

"Yeah, sticks and stone and all that thought id test it" you laughed out loud

"To quick for them huh? I see where your going with it tho smart ass" he smiled sheepishly

"Well it worked for you, had to give you a leg to stand on" you laughed high fiving him . Bruce flinched as the display made you look your age. your relationship with your brother was a strange one. One moment you had to be the 'politically correct parent' the next you could return to being his 'cool older sister', there was 12 years between you but it didn't bother either of you , it wasn't that long ago that you were in school so you understood him. You struck up a conversation with the two boys, Damien had been the only one in the school to get along with Jack and you were thankful that they found each other two peas in a pod and he seemed to be coming round constantly it hadn't taken long before you started mothering him to. They were always together at your house or the manor but youd never met bruce jntill today sure damien had spoke about him, convinced that the two of you would hit it off, you just laughed him off saying it was wishfull thinking, but you couldnt help but wonder as you sat across from the handsom man well aware of his eyes watching your every move. Bruce watched fascinated as you seemed to be on the same level as the boys , if he was honest he was happy to see Damien relaxed around someone. Damien constaly gushed about you to him and he could see why as his eye scanned you up and down taking everything in , you was certainly beautiful petite and slightly heavy set you had a young carefree air about you that still held a nurturing aspect , probably what drew damien to you the boy had never had a motherly type of women around him, hell even he felt drawn to you in more ways then one, he noted as he felt,his blood rush south. It had been a while since any woman had coaxed such a strong reaction from him. He'd never been one for the young domestic type but there was something in him that wanted you. He tried reasoning that it was because of the way you had coddled his son, or maybe it was that he missed that motherly affection himself, but no there was something more then that a deep atraction pulling at him.He could see why Damien had taken a shine to you he'd be lying if he said he hasn't already been thinking of a reason to meet up with you outside of school. It was rare that someone caught him by surprise and you had defiantly caught him by surprise. Clearing his throat he re-position himself on his seat as his boxers became tighter embarrassed and admittedly a bit confused as watching you mother the two teens had begun to arouse him. You looked over to him with concern.

"Are you ok Mr Wayne?" he inwardly groaned at the name and way you looked at him so innocently ,no idea what you were doing .fuck. He forced a charming smile

"Yes just wish they'd hurry up." you sighed pouting slightly

"It seems a bit stupid calling this an emergency then making us wait this long. twats." you snipped crossing your arms across your chest huffing he chuckled hearing the barely held back irritation, imagining just how bratty you could be, and exactly how he could deal with said bratty behaviour a shiver ran down his spine, he sucked through his teeth as his cock twitched at the thought his mind racing to other tempting scenarios of you and him, shaking his head he had to snap himself out of it. The door opened and you were both called in. He watched wide eyed as you rose your demeanor changed completely, gone was a fun loving motherly young woman and there stood a less than impressed mama bear under 5ft tall but walked like a giant. He blinked and staggered in behind you thankful that he opted for a longer blazer that helped cover his 'situation' once in the office you set down in front of Mr Koleman the principle a stout balding man that was king of his own little castle and like to let everyone know it.

Mr Koleman looked at you with distaste then smiled shaking hands with Bruce.

"Ah Mr Wayne good to see you again tho I hoped it was on better terms. Miss Cooke I'm glad you could come down today I wasn't sure you'd make it this time." he said condescendingly you smirked putting on your polite 'adult' voice.

"well I've been trying to get an appointment with you about these issues that I'm sure your fully aware of, however you seem fully booked so I'm glad I finally have the opportunity to straighten a few thing out" he grimaced as he took a seat behind the desk.

" Yes well I am a very busy man." he said

"Yes I noticed that when the receptionist mistook me for a personal visitor." you hear Bruce cough covering a laugh as the principle opened and closed his mouth speechless.

"Any way what was it you wanted to discuss Mr Koleman?" he scowled not used to being shut down by a young women. He leaned forward shuffling papers

"yes well we've been having problems with Jack for a few months as your aware-"

"Yes I'm aware that he is being targeted by his teacher and bullied by other students in the class which is being over looked and in some instances encouraged by the staff at this school. but go on." you interupted him staring at him unblinkingly Bruce gapped before collecting himself sitting back to watch the show the distinct feeling that you were going to rip this man a new arsehole.

"Uh-oh i was not aware of that"

"do not lie to me" you growled 'and here we go' Bruce thought he'd been with enough women to know that all hell was going to break loose as the quiet sweetheart form out side became a little spitfire in the office and couldn't help the a quick fantasy of you being this fiesty for him in his office. You pulled out a small red diary from your bag turning to dates in it.

"On the 4th of March I phoned the school and spoke to a Mrs Hatt to discuss cases of bullying she said that it was being taken care of and that I had no reason to worry. March the 12th Jack came home with bruises on his back caused by the same students they had tied knots in there ties and whiped him with them while getting changed for p.e, I had raised concerns about it nothing was done. I phoned again and once again was fobbed off by Mrs Hatt that there was nothing happening, then Jack comemhome with a sprained wrist, then it was bruised stomach, then a cut forhead and a brokennfinger from them smashing it in a door etcetera these incidents continued and I continued to report them and it was always the same names that popped up, the same three boys. I'd had enough on May 21st I phoned and asked to speak to you instead I got through to a Mrs Hamsten? the vice principle?" you watched as his face became paler and paler as you spoke he nodded. Bruced leant back eyes blown finding himself getting hotter as he watched you tear down the man infront of you.

"Yes and she said that the boys had been put into detention for it which turned out to be a lie another student confirmed that nothing had been done. I then put my issue in writing, I wrote a letter sent by recorded post to you about the issue and received a reply, sighed by you, that you have a no tolorence policy and would look into it, nothing has been done and now you have the audacity to call me up and have me come in here because he finally had enough and stuck up for himself because this little shit split his face open on a desk whilst the teacher watched? tell me Mr Koleman do you still want to pretend you dont know what I'm talking about because I've recored all the calls I've made about this." you tore into him as he shrunk further and further into his seat not prepared for you to come at him so direct. Bruce didnt know what the fuck happened to the sweet little thing he saw outside but what he did know was that was one of the sexist things he'd seen as you asserted yourself beautifully not giving the man time to respond. If it wasn't for Mr Koleman sitting behind the desk he'd already have you spread out on it underneath him. 'Another time'he thought to himself he licked his lips tugging at his trousers again trying to ease the ache in his cock as it strained against its confines.

"Ah yes well, now that I think about it I do remeber a letter" he stumbled over his words you nodded your head

"Yes I'm sure you do. Today was the inevitale blow up." He collected himself looking at Bruce for some sort of back up instead the billionaire scowled at him.

"Be that as it may there is no excuse for calling a teacher a drunk fat bitch." you nodded

"I agree how ever it was for science. Your member of staff who has neglected her duty to keeping my brother safe on school grounds ,has brushed off his bullying useing 'stick and stones' so he decied to test that theory by calling her a drunk fat bitch, turns out names do hurt and caused her to become agitated that she allowed him to have his face smashed into a desk by another student cutting open his eyebrow, cheek and bloody his nose. I dont think she should be able to teach if she cant practice what she preaches and certainly shouldnt be left incharge of children if she is that unstable that she would allow an attack to happen because her feeling were hurt."

"yes well he dragged Mr Waynes son into this-"

"Damien and Jack are friends Damien saw Kyle attack Jack and defended him which is more I can say for the staff at this school. I'm warning you Mr Koleman sort it out before I go to the press. How do you think that would look? when your school board find out that Mr Wanyes son was injured defending his friend when the teacher didn't lift a fucking finger. You wanna go there? cos I fucking will I've had enough." he sat up straighter alarmed, Bruce moaned deep in his chest but watching you was really doing it for him he didnt know why or care in all honesty he just wanted more of you.

"No, no theres no need for that. We can sort this out between us no need for the governors or press. Mr Wayne is there anything you'd like to add." he said trying hard to wrap up this meeting. You looked at Bruce who frankly you forgot was even there he shook his head looking strange, shifting in his chair uncomfortably.

"I think Miss Cooke summed everything up wounderfully, and she has my full support sort out these kids, I know that they have been causing Damien problems name calling getting him in trouble such and he has said the teacher dosn't do anything about it. I wont stand for it any more , if its not sorted out by the end of the week I will bring Miss Cooke with me and we will speak to the school bored in person." You let out a breath you didnt know you was holding relief flooded you as he said this slightly worried that he'd throw you under the bus. He locked eyes with you his pupils were blown wide and he was breathing heavy he winked subtly, you flushed looking back to the man behind the desk as he cleared his throat.

"Right well I will see to it personally and it will be sorted by the end of the week, you both seem to have concerns with Jack and Damien's teacher so as of tomorrow I will have them moved into another class whilst I investigate. I will phone you both up to check in with the boys I'm terribly sorry that it has been left this long." he stood motioning for you both to do the same ending with.

"The boys can leave early today while I deal with this." Bruce opened the door letting you through growling as the principle made a point to oogle your ass as you left, quickly standing between you blocking his veiw of you he glared at the fat prick his message was clear. That hot little spitfire is mine so back off. He stared down at him chest puffed out standing taller and broarder intimidating the little weasel until he looked away. Bruce smirked then left the office slamming the door behind him finding you explaining to the boys what was happening, joining you as they stood up getting there bags .

"you boys go out and wait by the car while we sign out at the front." Bruce instructed they nodded running ahead to the school enterance.

"The car?" you asked looked up at him shyly

"Yes i will give you both a lift" he said leaving no room for argument. You thanked him then spoke quietly looking down trying not to freak out as he stood closer then you thought was neccasary.

"Thank you for sticking up for me in there, I dont usually get like that but you know I get a bit protective." he chuckled at you showing off a brilliant smile

"Its no problem, to be honest I found the whole mama bear thing very sexy your lucky we we'rnt alone" he said winking you blushed

"Wh-what? sh-shut up" you squeeked out he shook his head at you as he put an arm out over you holding the doors to main reception you thanked him queitly skipping through feeling small catching yourself breathing deeper to smell more of his fresh scented cologne.

"No I'm serious any where else and well" he wiggled his brows at you making you giggle

"and the way you are with damien?ive never seen him like that" he asked trailing off

"Yes well he is a sweet kid, he comes over quiet a bit as you know Alfred drops him off and the boys go off doing their thing, just sort of started to mother him a bit sorry" he smirked at you

"Well if I'd known how stunning you were it'd be me dropping him off. And dont apologize I'm not mad just a bit jealous. Tho not for long" he said handing his pass to the snooty receptionist who gave him bedroom eyes before glaring at you for keeping his attention.

"J-jealous? of Damien why?" you stuttered then bit your lip blushing. He groaned the site of it as he throbbed agin nearly cumming as his cock rubbed harshly agains the soft cotton of his boxers, he just couldnt control it. oh he was definatly gonna have you for himself, somehow you turned him into a horny teenager all over again.

"Well he got to have all your attention earlier, hurts a mans pride when his son can capture a beautiful woman's attention and he cant." you looked away from him giving your pass to the secatary who snatched it with a snarl.

"Im hoping you'd show some mercy and come out for lunch with me?" you gasped snapping your gaze at him.

"Wh-what you mean to talk about the school?"

"No as in a date" he explained you froze feeling butterflies in your tummy looking at the gorgeous man.

"Date? now? like right now?" he nodded smirking thoroughly enjoying you being so flustered.

"yes now I dont have anything else planned for today." you gulped when he gave you a heated look you felt like a meal taking a step back

" I'd love to but I have to clean up Jack and-." you began your excuse only for him to cut you short.

"Nonsense he can come to the manor and spend the day with Damien, Alfred is a good nurse he will patch them up." you blinked trying to think of another reason as he stood staring you down at you waiting to for to decide feeling like a deer in the head lights you realized this alpha of a man wasn't going to give you much of a choice.

"O-ok if your sure alfred wouldn't mind watching him." you nodded shyly Bruce gave a triumphant smirk and threw an arm across your shoulders tucking you against him walking to the main doors.

"Alfred wont mind watching the boys." you both walked outside to the boys Damien sighed at his dad before Jack spoke up.

"Told you he was looking at her ass"

"JACK! He was not!" you screeched at him damien laughed and bruce unlocked the range rover

"I thought I was being subtle about it" you gaped at him speechless as he opened the passenger door the boys gagged getting in the back. You got in the car pouting to yourselfand Bruce climbed in.

"Fucking hell I've never seen her speechless, how'd you do that?" Jack said Damien scoffed

"Dad just keep your boner in your pants until were out of the way."

"Yer shes my sister dont need to see her sucking face." You blushed trying to shush the boys

"DAMIEN! He does not have a boner!"

"Uh yer he does look."You tired not to look you really did but it just sort of happend you squeeked covering your mouth faceing forward and jumped as bruce leant over buckling your seat belt whispering in your ear.

"I did tell you the mama bear was sexy" puljng away he spoke to the boys

"Dont worry boys, we will behave until your out of ear shot" You gapped as they cringed with cries of 'ew dad no' and 'come on thats my sister' he laughed at them patting your thigh before pulling out of the school

"So you asked her on a date yet Dad?" Bruce raised and eye brom looking at him in the rear view mirror pulling out onto the main road.

"Well we are dropping you both off at the manor does that answer your question?"

Jack groaned not sure if he likes the idea of his sister dating his best friends dad.

"dont you hurt her Mr Wayne I know where you live" you smiled at that finding it cute him trying to be the protective little man. The drive was quiet for a while before jack piped up.

"Holy shit if they get married I'd be your uncle" you groaned holding you face in your hands bruce only laughed

"Jack its one lunch date jesus"

".....Can I walk you down the isle?"

"JACK?!"

"What she means is well cross that bridge when we come to it" you stared at Bruce as he smirked enjoying teasing you the boys snickered in the back. You sat back wondering just what you'd gotten youself into.

#batman x y/n #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #batmom imagines #bruce wayned fic

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Day 10: Paint Me (PENTAGON: Kino)

OH MY LORD THIS TURNED OUT LONGER THAN I PLANNED AND IT'S 12:30AM HERE, BUT IM JUST GONNA POST IT AND ADD THE REST OF THE TAGS LATER

anyway, today's prompt from this list is

Day 10: Meet Cute

and the scenario of reaching out for the same thing at the same time just would not leave my head lmao. so have this haha, it took me a surprisingly short time to finish, but the only reason im posting this on the 11th is that i was procrastinating

PAIRING: Kino/Kang Hyunggu x reader. GENRE: fic, fluff. WARNINGS: none. WORD COUNT: 1,389.

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Art Bar is four hours away from your apartment, and therefore a luxury you only indulge in every few months, when you have a free day or two. It’s also an excuse for you to splurge and get new art supplies—your favorite brush broke last week and you’ve run out of green paint for the landscape piece you’ve been working on.

But also there’s this really high quality sketchbook they started selling recently and you desperately want one. You’d been eyeing it for the past month, sighing wistfully every time an ad for it crossed your feed on social media.

The faint smell of coffee slips past your nose as you push past the glass doors, and you take a look at the overhead menu of the cafe corner by the entrance, making a mental note to get a latte after you do your shopping. You hook a metal shopping basket on your elbow and head in.

The first stop is the brushes, and you quickly look through the choices for the exact ones that broke, and another finer brush as replacement for the one that’s currently losing a lot of hair. You eye one of the more expensive options, biting your lip and considering getting one, but you’re probably not going to end up using it for fear of wearing out the bristles.

You quickly look away and head for the oil paints, running through the really good selection, and pluck out a green, white, and black tube, along with a pink for the flowers. The pile of canvases off to the side catch your eye and lure you over, immediately taking a 24cm round canvas, just about the size of a small platter and perfect for an experimental circular piece.

The voice inside your head is screaming at you to mind your spending, but your sense of reason and all self-control get left at the door whenever you step into the store. The copic markers are teasing you, sitting docilely in their neatly organized shelves, and the section of the store dedicated solely for Faber Castell tools further entices you to grab a whole colored pencils set and just run away with it.

But you sigh deeply, stroke the row of pencils longingly and whisper, “Soon, my lovelies…”

You look around for that sketchbook that’s been haunting your waking moments, finally spotting it by the cash registers and beelining for it.

There’s one sample left open and you run your fingertips over the page, testing the smoothness of the paper, the thickness of every page, and inspect the ones filled out with watercolor, charcoal, and regular graphite. The more you look at it, the more you desperately want it.

Alas, it’s expensive, and you can’t afford a really big one right now, especially with the other tools in your basket that need to be purchased, so you go for the next smaller size instead.

A hand meets yours as you reach for the pad, and you jerk back. The owner of the hand recoils as well and says, “Oh, I’m sorry—were you about to get that?”

Oh, he’s cute, you think, dumbly nodding at his question. “Ah, yeah… But it’s okay, you can take it.”

He tilts his head, brows furrowing slightly and chestnut hair falling over his pretty eyes. He’s carrying his own shopping basket, loaded with a few small rectangular canvases, a bunch of copic markers, brushes, and a watercolor tin. “Are you sure? I think you were reaching for it first, though. And it’s the last one on display.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine, it’s fine. I’m pretty sure they have more at the back anyway, ‘cuz this brand has gotten pretty good reviews lately.”

“Ah yeah, that’s true,” he replies, wagging a finger at you. “I’ve seen a lot of reviews of it on YouTube, and I’ve been wanting one so bad.” He giggles, looking at the sketchbook fondly.

“I totally get it, I’ve been saving up for one for a while, too.” You smile at him. “That’s why I’m saying you should just take it, they probably have more in stock.”

He hums, thinking it over, but the allure of the sketchbook is too strong and he says, “Well, if you insist, I’ll gladly take it.” He picks up the last packaged sketchbook and slides it next to the canvases in his basket. “Thanks for this,” he says as you both move to the register.

It takes a while for him to pay for his items and you look around the frames displayed behind the counter as you wait. After around five minutes, the man steps aside with a hug bag, cradling it like a child. You see him move to admire the Faber Castell section nearby as you step forward with your basket.

“Excuse me,” you ask the cashier as you set the basket on the countertop. “Is there any more of the A4 size of that new sketchbook?”

“I’ll check our inventory for you,” she cheerily says, typing in a code in the computer and looking at it briefly before turning back to you. “Oh, I’m sorry, it seems like the last A4 one was just purchased. The next restock won’t be for another week or two. If you want, we can get your number and notify you when our stock is replenished.”

You can’t help but feel a bit down at the cashier’s answer—you have been waiting for weeks to get one, and who knows now when you’ll be able to stop by here again?

“No, it’s okay,” you say and gesture to the basket. “Just these then, please.”

The transaction is smooth and soon enough you’re clutching a paper bag of your own and heading for the cafe corner to get that latte—and a cupcake because you want to feel slightly better about the situation.

Sketchbook Guy is there too, his lavender patterned cardigan contrasting with the green diamonds wallpaper in the most complementary way. He turns to go to the claiming area and sees you, waves with a tight smile on his face.

You reply with a smile and order at the counter quickly, and step aside to wait for your coffee and pastry beside Sketchbook Guy.

There’s an awkward silence between you, until he finally blurts out, “Okay, I couldn’t help but overhear the cashier lady earlier.” He rummages in his paper bag and takes out the coveted sketchbook, holding it out to you. “Please have this. You said you were saving up for it for a while.”

“No, I can’t,” you say, waving your hand to decline him. “You already paid for it, and I told you to take it, anyway.”

Sketchbook Guy smiles, nudging the book closer to you. “Please. I insist. And if it’s the payment you’re concerned about, you can pay me back. With coffee, or something.”

You scoff. “This costs way more than one cup of coffee.”

He’s nodding before you’re even finished speaking. “Yeah, I know.” There’s a mischievous purse to his lips and your brows knit for a moment before you register his words and feel a heat rise to your cheeks.

“Ah… uh… I mean, sure? Okay?” you stammer, taking the sketchbook with both hands and looking at it before meeting his eyes again. “I live quite far from here, though, so—I don’t know—maybe we can, like, schedule something?”

He smiles even wider. “Yeah, of course. Here, I’ll give you my number.” He holds a hand out and you pass your phone to him. Long fingers tap on the screen and you hear a soft piano a moment later.

“Here you go,” he says, handing your phone back. You peek at the screen, at the new contact simply named Hyunggu, and the string of numbers underneath it. “Now you know my name and number, and we can talk about when you can buy me that coffee.”

This dude has got to be the smoothest and most charming guy you’ve ever met, and it’s leaving you flustered and amused at the same time. You’re basically left with no choice but to go along with him, but you don’t even mind it.

“Okay,” you say, nodding and pocketing your phone as your drink and to-go bag arrive. “My name’s Y/N. I’ll message you later about that coffee.”

#kdiarynet #theme: may trope mayhem 2021 #pentagon #pentagon kino #kino #kang kino #kang hyunggu #fic: mine #fic: kino #fic: not spicy

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Ocean Eyes - Part 6

I was stood in front of my mirror looking over my outfit choice, i wanted to keep it casual but dressy enough to be out on a Friday night! I already knew Hannah would show up in some ridiculously short dress or a too low cut top showing off her assets! The black wrap top i found in my closet was just low cut enough to tease but not slutty, i found my good jeans (that always made me feel good about myself) and finished my look with my black heals.

As i checked my hair and make up i couldn't help but feel nervous. It had been so long since i had been out like this. My social life was pretty non-exsistant since becoming a mom, even when i did go out with Hannah it was days out with Mason and Lucas. I grabbed my clutch from the dresser throwing in my lipstick and eyeliner incase i needed to freshen up my makeup throughout the evening and then headed downstairs.

"Mace, you ready to go?" I asked as i walked into the living room, i was dropping him at Hannah's mom's place and meeting her there.

"Yeah..... wow mom you look so pretty" he said smiling at me.

"Thank you baby" he was such a sweet kid, he made my heart melt!

I grabbed my leather jacket and Mason's  overnight bag and we were soon heading out to the car.

When we arrived at the bar we found a table in the back and got settled. Hannah was straight up at the bar ordering shots and vodka lemonade's while i held the table and kept a look out for Scott.

Hannah came back carrying a tray full of drinks with a huge grin on her face.

"These should last us a while"

"Jesus Han, you trying to kill me? You do realise i'll probably be wasted after two drinks!" I chuckled shaking my head.

"Thats what tonight is all about, we dont have to worry about the boys.... tonight we are free to drink and get wasted"

"Not gonna lie, i actually needed this"

"You've had a stressful few days babe, you've handled it like a pro. Im proud of you"

"Thanks" i smiled before throwing back a shot of whisky "wow.... that warms the chest" i coughed a little before laughing.

My cell lit up notifying me of a message from Scott telling me he was here, i told him where to find us and seconds later he was sliding into the seat next to me.

"Wow you look amazing honey!" He looked me up and down.

"Thank you Scott, Mason told me i looked pretty before we left.... i swear my heart melted"

"Awww thats so cute"

"Lucas didn't even notice i was going out" Hannah rolled her eyes before picking up another shot "Mason is such a sweetheart.... so observant to everything around him. My Luke? Im lucky if i can get him to talk to me at all when he's watching TV"

"He gets that from his dad Han, sounds exactly like Mike"

"God i hope not, i dont want him turning out like that asshole".

Scott disappeared to the bar (he was gone for ages) when he reappeared he was carrying a tray full of drinks.... some pretty pink glittery cocktails and more shots.

"Look how pretty these are!" he said loudly looking so happy with his drink choice, Hannah and i burst out laughing at how excited he was over the glittery drinks.

Id lost count of how many drinks we'd had by now, we had taken so many photo's and had even been dancing.... Scott had climbed up onto the table at one point until he nearly fell off.

"What about him? He looks cute.... and he keeps looking over here!" Scott pointed to a man near the bar, Hannah was already chatting to some guy she had taken a liking to.

"I think he's looking at you Scotty" i laughed.

"Who are you looking at?? Are we talking about the same person??"

"The blonde guy...."

"No! Im looking at him! The tall dark and handsome guy smouldering in the corner"

"His beautiful.... and so outta my league!" I laughed before taking a sip of my drink "i need to use the ladies room, i'll be back".

Heading back to our table once id finished in the ladies room i noticed Scott wasn't alone at our table anymore, Mr tall dark and handsome was sat with him along with another guy.

"Scott! You little shit" i muttered under my breath before giving him a false smile.

"Here she is! Gentleman this is my best friend Y/N.

Y/N this is Derek and Peter"

"Hi, its nice to meet you" Mr tall dark and handsome said with the most beautiful smile "i'm Derek"

"Hey, nice to meet you too"

"I invited them to join us for some drinks, more the merrier and all that" Scott looked at me smirking.

'Ruby's' was packed out when we got there just before 11pm, Derek and Peter had decided to join us as well as Hannah's new 'friend' who we found out was called Troy. Derek and Peter had gone to get a round of drinks in while Scott and I found a table. I kept seeing Scott texting someone, he'd been at it all night.

"Okay spill, who have you been texting all night? You gotta a new guy?" I asked loudly over the music wiggling my eyebrows at him before giggling....id had far too much to drink!

"No there's no new guy" he laughed.

"So who is it?"

"Um...."

"Please tell me its not your brother Scott"

"Of course it is..... i'm sorry"

"Checking up on you?"

"Yeah you know what his like, he wanted to come out too but i told him that would be weird. He is going to be picking me up though"

"Scott!" I moaned resting my head on the table and groaning "Im too drunk to deal with your brother"

"He will just be picking me up out front, you dont have to see him" he reached over and gave my hand a squeeze.

"Okay"

"Here we go, we come baring gifts" Peter announced placing a tray on the small table.

"Thank you guys" i smiled at them both "anyone see where Hannah went?"

"I think she left with that guy" Derek said "im sure it was her i saw leaving"

"Why am i not surprised! She always did this to me"

"Did what?"

"Beg me to go out with her for a girls night and then disappear with some random guy. You'd think she'd grow out of that by now" i laughed. Checking my phone i saw a message from her confirming that she had indeed left for the night.

"I think this is my last guys, i'm seeing two of everyone"

"We should do this again sometime, its aways nice to meet new friends" Scott said to Derek and Peter.

"Its been fun" i nodded in agreement.

We all exchanged numbers and then Scott came outside with me to call an Uber. As we walked outside we spotted Chris's car parked across the street.

"He's here already"

"You can go, i'll be okay on my own"

"No way! Im not leaving you alone out here" he said being extra dramatic.

Scott's phone rang and he showed me the screen with Chris's name.

"Hey..... no everything's fine y/n is just getting an Uber. Um.... okay hold on" he looked at me "Chris said he'll take you home"

"An Ubers fine...."

"Come on let us take you. Please? For me?"

"Fine" i threw my hands up sighing "lets go".

I let Scott get in the front with chris while i sat in the back.

"You guys have fun?" He asked as he pulled out on to the road.

"It was sooo good. You missed out" Scott said drunkenly looking at his brother with a grin.

"Well i wasn't invited"

"Oh god...." i muttered to myself rolling my eyes, i was too drunk for this. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes.... maybe i could just sleep until we reached my place.

I managed to fall asleep until my cell started ringing. I fumbled around in my clutch for the phone and answered without seeing who it was.

"Hello"

"Y/N its Sue" i heard Hannah's mom's voice come through, i instantly opened my eyes on full alert.

"Sue, is everything okay.... is Mace ok?"

"He's actually not feeling well, he's been sick and has a fever. Y/N he's just crying and asking for you"

"Shit, um okay.... christ why did i drink so much"

"Hey whats wrong with Mason?" Chris asked meeting my eyes in the rear view.

"He's been sick and has a fever, he keeps asking for me"

"We can go get him, just tell me where i gotta go".

"Sue we'll be there in 10 minutes" i told her after i gave Chris the address "okay, see you soon" i ended the call and let my head fall back against the headrest "fuck! How the hell am i supposed to look after Mason like this"

"I can help out, i dont mind" Chris spoke up "if you need me to stay and help with Mason....."

"Thats actually not an awful idea.... at least until i've sobered up a bit. God, this is why i dont go out getting wasted!"

"You couldn't have known he'd get sick"

"But i should've been there for him...." i was suddenly feeling guilty for not being there for my baby boy.

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[freddiesaysalright]

Just Like a Woman - Part 12

A Roger Taylor x Reader Story

Summary: You and Roger were once in love when you were young. Only, he went on to be a rock star, and you went on to be a lawyer. Now, quite against your will, you’re representing him in his divorce.

Word Count: 3.1k

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A/N: THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! However, there WILL be an epilogue, so it’s not quite over yet!

Warning(s): None!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7 Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11

Part 12 here we go!!!

Two weeks passed. The sentencing was equally as satisfying as the trial. Sully was hit with ten years in prison, but would not be eligible for parole until after serving at least five. You were sure they would appeal, but for now, he was going to be off the streets and Dominique had secured her justice. It made your entire career in law up until this point worth it. 

After the sentencing, Bill called you into his office. You were nervous about it because usually he didn’t have private meetings unless it was serious. You swallowed before walking in. 

“Y/N,��� he greeted you. “Thanks for coming up. I know you’re busy.”

“No problem,” you replied. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you for handling this case,” he said. “You took it on with no experience. You also overcame your own hurt to take on Roger’s divorce. You’ve proven just how valuable you are to this firm these past months.”

You blinked, surprised by the flattery. 

“Well, I - um - thank you,” you said. “What’s brought this on?” 

“We’re growing as a firm,” he said. “And with John retiring, I’ve got to start thinking about his replacement.”

John was the other senior partner. He was Bill’s professor, and they began the firm together. Your stomach jolted. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

He twirled his pen between his fingers and glanced down at a packet of papers on his desk. 

“This is a new contract for employment,” he said. “For you. To become a partner.”

“A senior partner?” you questioned. 

He smiled. “Just partner for now. But that is the track I see for you.”

You almost squirmed in your seat with joy. To become a partner was a dream of yours. To be on track for senior partner was even more pleasing to hear. 

“What do you say?” he asked. “We’re a good team. You deserve to help me run this place, especially after what you’ve recently accomplished.”

A smile spread across your face. 

“I say hell yes,” you told him, beaming.  

“Wonderful,” he replied. “If you read the contract, you’ll see your salary increase.”

You reached out and picked up the packet. You scanned the first page until you found the number. Your stomach did a flip at the offer and your eyes went wide. 

“What?!” 

He smirked. “That’s just a little less than I make. I thought that was fair considering how great an attorney you are.”

“That’s a lot of money!” 

“Nothing that you don’t deserve.”

You put the papers in your lap and looked at him with your mouth hanging open. 

“This is incredible, Bill,” you said earnestly. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he returned. “I’m looking forward to this.” 

Feeling completely elated, you signed the papers. Afterward, you called Roger to tell him the good news. 

“A partner?!” he gasped. “Y/N, that’s amazing! Congratulations!”

“Thank you, sweetie!” you replied. “I just can’t believe it! I mean, Bill did so much of the work for Dominique’s case, and he guided me through all of it, so I was just really shocked! But I’m excited I can hardly stand it!”

“Tell you what, this calls for celebration,” he said. “How about I take you to a special lunch tomorrow and we can toast to your promotion?”

“I’d love that,” you told him. 

“Perfect,” he said. “I’ll see you tonight, love.”

“See you tonight.”

You hung up and giggled to yourself. You could barely contain your emotion. Everything was coming together, like Roger said. You were looking forward to your future with him, and your promising career as a partner. 

The next day, Jane came into your office first thing in the morning.

“Y/N, Miss -” she began, but Miss Thomas swept by her and marched into your office.

“Miss Thomas needs to see you,” Jane finished, shooting the woman an annoyed glare. 

“Yes, Jane, I can see that,” you sighed. “You may go.”

She nodded and closed the door. You looked at Miss Thomas. 

“Lucy, how can I help you?” you asked.  

“I need you to help my father with his wrongful termination suit,” she said, swinging her hair behind her shoulder. 

“Okay, what does he do?” you asked.

“He’s a primary school teacher,” she said.

“And why was he fired?” you wondered.

“Because he believes he’s Santa Claus,” she told you simply.

You blinked. “I - I’m sorry?” 

“He told the children that he’s Santa - which he believes - so the headmaster fired him,” she went on. “It’s completely unfair. What, just because he’s Santa means he doesn’t have a right to work?”

“You do know that he’s not really Santa Claus, right?” you asked slowly, shock still coming over you.

“There’s no way to prove that he isn’t, really,” she said with a shrug. “Whether he is or not isn’t for me to decide. The point is, he shouldn’t be fired for it.”

“When’s the court date?” you asked, ignoring the ridiculousness of it.

“Tomorrow,” she said. “Can you meet with him today?”

Your eyes went wide. “Tomorrow?! Why am I only just learning about this?!”

“He had another lawyer, but he was terrible so I fired him,” she answered. “You’re the best lawyer I know, so I came to you.” 

“I can meet with him today, but it’ll have to be over lunch,” you said with a sigh. “I’m booked the rest of the day.” 

“Great, I’ll see you at noon,” she chirped. 

She stood up, turned on her heel and sauntered out of your office. You heaved another sigh. You had so been looking forward to your lunch with Roger, but now you were going to have to call and cancel. But as you picked up the phone, you heard the now familiar laugh of the little boy. You whipped around and spotted him crawling beneath the window behind your desk. 

“What are you doing down there?” you wondered, smiling at him. 

You had seen him at least once a day for the past two weeks. You told only Roger, who insisted you see a psychiatrist. Or maybe even a neurologist. You refused because going to the doctor was your absolute least favorite thing to do and you were certain the visions would stop. Only, they weren’t. You were beginning to consider Roger’s idea. Especially now that you were talking to him. 

He only giggled before disappearing as he always did. You shook your head, amused. Then you dialed Roger. The phone rang, and as it did, you got an idea. 

“Hello?” Roger’s voice came through on the other end.

“Rog?”

“Yes, love?”

“Could you meet me at my office for lunch today instead of the restaurant?” you requested. “I’m meeting a last minute client and I could use your help.”

“Really?” he questioned. “Sounds odd. And what about our celebration?”

“It’s Miss Thomas’s father,” you told him. “Can we celebrate tonight instead?”

“I can’t imagine what he’s like,” he said with a chuckle. “Of course we can celebrate tonight. I’ll change the reservation.

“Thank you so much,” you replied. “Get here around noon, yeah?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Love you!”

“Love you more.”

You hung up, humming contentedly. 

He made good on his promise. In fact, Roger arrived before Miss Thomas and her father. You explained to Roger what she had told you that morning, but didn’t tell him the vital question you were going to ask. 

Miss Thomas entered your office, accompanied by the kindest looking elderly man you had ever seen in your life. You wondered how he could have fathered someone like her. He was round, with cherry red cheeks, and a jolly smile. He wore a black peacoat, but you could see the red trousers beneath it. On his feet were black boots. Atop his silvery white mane of hair, he wore a red Santa hat. As he made his way through the office, he wished everyone a happy Christmas. Until finally, he was at your door. 

“Mr. Claus,” you said respectfully. “Thank you for taking time to see me today.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he replied. “This whole business is really throwing off my schedule. And this is a very busy time of year for me.”

“I imagine so,” you returned. “Please, have a seat.”

“Thank you,” he said kindly, and he sat in a chair across from your desk. 

“Tell me a little bit about your case,” you said. 

“Well, for most of the year, I teach primary school,” he explained. “But of course, the closer the holidays get, the busier I get. So, I told the children this and why I was so busy, and then some parents got upset and the next thing I knew, I was fired.”

“I’m sorry,” you told him. “Well, we’re going to try and get you your job back, sir. Only, we have to prove that what you’re saying isn’t proof of diminished capacity, which is what the headmaster is claiming.”

“I don’t understand all these legal terms,” he said with a shrug. “I just know that after delivering the presents this year, I won’t have the usual children to look forward to.”

“Mr. Claus, have you ever seen this man before?” you asked, pointing to Roger. 

Mr. Thomas laughed heartily. “Well, of course I have! But not since he was a boy! How are you, Roger?”

“Um...fine?” 

Roger raised a concerned eyebrow at you. He clearly had never actually met this man in his life.

“Mr. Claus, do you know Mr. Taylor from his band, Queen?” you asked. 

Mr. Thomas shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Roger stopped writing to me when he was ten, and of course with all the new children, we lost touch.”

“Mr. Claus, how many children does Roger have?” you asked. 

“Why, he’s got two!” Mr. Thomas said excitedly. “Little Felix and baby Rory. Both very good children who will be getting sweets in their stockings this year!”

Roger’s eyes went wide as an owl’s. He looked over at you again. 

“I’ve never shared my children’s names publicly,” he said. “Ever.”

“And of course, there’ll be another next year, though he hasn’t got a name yet,” Mr. Thomas added with a twinkle in his eye. 

You froze as you absorbed those words. 

“I...I’m sorry, what?” you squeaked with shock. 

Miss Thomas looked at you like you were an idiot. 

“You’re pregnant, Y/N, didn’t you know?” she snapped. 

“How could I possibly know, I haven’t even missed a period!” you protested. 

You looked desperately at Roger. The color had drained from his face. You gaped at each other, in complete disbelief. 

“You’ve seen him, haven’t you?” Mr. Thomas said. “Your son?”

“M-my son?” you sputtered. 

Was that the little boy you were seeing? Was that why he resembled Roger with that little piece of you? 

Mr. Thomas’s eyes sparkled again as he winked at you. 

“I...I have been seeing a boy, but I didn’t…” you trailed off, brain muddled with everything you were experiencing.

“He’s trying to get your attention, Y/N,” Mr. Thomas said. “Have you spoken to him?”

“I’ve tried, but he always disappears,” you admitted, unsure what made you comfortable enough to say it. 

“He’s telling you he’s on the way,” he continued. “You ought to schedule an appointment with your doctor.”

You still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. You had no anticipated Mr. Thomas knowing about Roger’s children, much less the one that might exist in the future. And yet, to think that you might be carrying Roger’s son made you happier than you could recall feeling in years. 

“Mr. Thomas, I will take your case,” you finally said. 

“Hold on, this must be a trick,” Roger interjected. “I’m famous, he could have known -”

“Not if you’ve never shared their names,” you cut across him. 

“What if he’s a journalist who could somehow gain access to -”

“Roger, he’s a schoolteacher,” you interrupted again. Then you looked at Mr. Thomas. “And so much more.”

You smiled at him, which he returned. Roger was still struggling.

“This is crazy,” he said. “It’s absolutely mad.”

“There’s only one way to be sure,” you said.

You had Jane schedule you a doctor’s appointment that afternoon. An at-home pregnancy test would not do for this occasion. Roger insisted on coming with you, so before you knew it, you were sitting on an exam table, swinging your legs with anxiety. Roger was pacing in front of you. The results of this would mean Mr. Thomas was telling the truth, but it meant even more for you and Roger.

“Rog, if we are pregnant,” you began with a sigh. “What...what would you like to do about it?”

He looked at you and his brow furrowed. “How do you mean?”

Tears started to well up in your eyes. “I mean, would you want to keep it, or…?”

“Oh, my love,” he said gently, striding over to pull you into a hug. “Of course I want to keep it. It’s our child.”

“I know, but we’ve only just got back together, and we aren’t married,” you went on.

“Would you like to be?” he asked.

You blinked. “What?”

“Married,” he said. “Do you want to get married?”

“Is this a proposal?” you returned.

“It might be,” he replied. 

You frowned. “Roger, I don’t want to get married just because there might be a child. I want you to marry me only if you really want to marry me. And if you are going to propose, it can’t be in a bloody doctor’s office.”

He chuckled. “Don’t get upset, it was just a way to start the discussion.”

A beat passed and he became serious again.

“Y/N, I want to marry you because I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone,” he said. “The only thing more foolish than getting married would be not getting married because we have wasted so much time already.”

Your mouth began to fall open as you looked at him.

“And no, this isn’t an official proposal,” he said. “I know the one you’ve always dreamed of. But this is where my heart is and I want you to know - I’d marry you right this fucking second, baby or no baby.”

“Rog, I -” you began, but then the doctor walked in. 

“Well, Miss Y/L/N, it looks like you are pregnant,” she said. 

The words washed over you. Pregnant. With Roger’s baby. The dream you had always wanted since before you even knew who you were. 

“I...I am?” you asked. “Are you sure?”

She chuckled and then turned the paper in her hand to show you. 

“I’m sure,” she said. “How did you know if you hadn’t missed a period?”

You looked between her and Roger, scrambling for an answer. 

“Father Christmas told us,” he said simply.

She blinked and looked at him like she hadn’t heard him right. “Father...Christmas?”

He nodded. “Father Christmas.”

“Well, I can’t exactly argue with that, can I?” she teased, smiling again. “So, we should start you on a few things to keep you and your baby healthy…”

She went on, and you tried to pay attention, but the only thing you could think of was the life you now knew existed within you. You looked down at your stomach, thinking of how it would look in nine months. You were having a baby. With the man of your dreams. You looked up at Roger, who was listening intently to the doctor. You were so grateful that you had found him again, you felt your eyes get warm with tears.

“Y/N?” the doctor said, looking at you with concern. “Are you alright?”

You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Yeah, um, could we just have a minute?” you choked out.

“Of course,” she agreed. “Just call me if you need anything.”

She stepped out of the room and you looked at Roger through your tears. A shaky smile formed across your lips as you met his gaze.

“We’re having a baby!” you sobbed.

You slid off the exam table and threw yourself into his arms. He laughed as he caught you. Giving you a squeeze, he closed his eyes to the feeling of you against him. This was everything he had ever wanted as well. To be with you. To have children with you. To love you for the rest of his life.

“I love you so much,” he said, choking up himself. “I’m so happy.”

“Me too,” you returned. “Happy Christmas, Roger.”

“Happy Christmas, Y/N.”

You went to dinner that night as planned, only without the champagne. While you were originally intending to celebrate your promotion to partner, you were thrilled to celebrate a more important promotion - to mother. You felt this was the one that would change you the most, and you couldn’t wait to see how.

As you and Roger walked back to your flat, you passed some carolers. Among them stood the little boy. He had a mischievous grin on his face that made you look at his father and smile. The boy looked at you and waved before running off and slowly fading out. The wave didn’t feel like a goodbye. It felt more like “see you soon.” 

You were dragged to a stop because Roger had halted on the sidewalk.

“Rog?” you asked. “What is it?”

His eyes were fixed on the spot the boy had just disappeared from.

“Was that him?” he wondered, looking at you.

“You saw him?!” you cried.

“I did!” he returned excitedly. “He just waved and ran off! Was that him?!”

“Yeah!” you told him. “That was the boy!”

You took a giddy moment together and clasped hands.

“I’ve got the feeling we won’t be seeing him again,” you said. “Until, y’know, he’s actually here.”

“This feels so surreal,” he replied. “I can’t believe we’ve seen him.”

“It does all seem to be so magical,” you agreed. “But I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy. I know you’ve done this already, so -”

He cut you off with a sweet kiss.

“Y/N, no matter how many times I’ve done this, the thrill of being a father again doesn’t get old,” he said. “And to have a baby with you….well, you’re all I’ve ever wanted. I am just as excited now as I was with Felix. Maybe even more so.”

You beamed at him.

“I love you, Roger Taylor,” you said. 

“I love you more, Y/N Y/L/N,” he returned.

You kissed there in the street, caring nothing for the busyness around you. All that mattered was the man in your arms, the baby in your belly, and the future before all three of you.

#roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x you #roger taylor imagine #Queen #queen imagine #queen x reader #queen x you #ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #BoRhap #borhap imagine #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody imagine #just like a woman series

[outerspacesecrets-sanderssidesau]

Outer Space Secrets Part 2

Summary: Logan and Virgil are helped to escape the alien ship

TW: arguing, shrinking, panic attack, crying, u!patton

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?/?/2020 ??:??

Logan woke up abruptly, the glass next to him was being rapidly hit by Virgil, who seemed to be in the middle of a panic attack, his state was enough to wake Logan up completely “Virgil, hey Virge, I need you to breath okay?” He said, resting his hand on the glass “You remember the pattern?” Virgil nodded and Logan started to count for him, his boyfriend followed and slowly managed to calm down “V what happened?”

Virgil took some other deep breaths before answering “I-I... I t-think I’m s-shrinking...”

Logan was surprised, he clearly wasn’t expecting that “What? Virgil but that-“

“R-remember how y-yesterday I looked s-shorter?” He asked, interrupting Logan and continued when his boyfriend nodded “I w-woke up and...” he sniffed and cleaned some of his remaining tears, before extending his arm, his hoodie had always been a bit larger, enough to cover half of Virgil’s hand, but now, there was a part of the sleeve that dangled past his hand, way too larger than before “T-The sleeve is not the only thing, all my clothing seems to be l-larger... I s-started to panic after I realized”

Logan looked up and down his boyfriend’s body, his pants did look larger and his clothes baggier, but it was hard to see it while he was sitting “do you think you can stand?”

Virgil nodded and slowly stood up, leaning in the glass for extra support, he looked up at Logan, who stood up way faster than Virgil did, looked up, he had to look up at his boyfriend, who was usually shorter than him, Virgil felt his anxiety rising once more, he almost fell to the floor, leaning on the glass to keep him up instead.

“Virgil” Logan kneeled to be under Virgil’s eye level “Listen to me, please, I know this is scary, but you are not alone in this, I’m here with you, we’ll figure out whatever that’s happening here and whatever that’s happening to you, and we will fix it, I promise”

Virgil opened his eyes and looked at Logan between tears, forcing a small smile out “I-If I knew I w-was going t-to be stuck in an a-alien ship with someone, I’m glad it’s you Lo...” they looked at each other for a couple of seconds, Virgil raised an eyebrow once he noticed something strange “your... your ears”

“My ears? What are you talking about?” Virgil stood up properly and Logan did the same.

“They are... they are pointy” Logan grabbed his ears between his fingers, feeling them and confirming what Virgil said, they were no longer rounded, and just then, the lights turned on, and the little people walked into the room once more.

10/28/2019 02:33 pm

“Hey babe” said Virgil as he hugged Logan from behind while he looked for his stuff on his locker “ready to go home?”

Logan smiled as he stored some books on his backpacks “In a sec Virge”

“Sure, keep ignoring me skyscraper” said Jane closing her locker.

“Keep? Can I know what happened on your last class?” Logan asked, it hadn’t been long since Jane arrived, but her and Virgil had a great chemistry, platonically of course, they acted like they were friends since childhood, almost like siblings, sure, most of their relationship was Virgil teasing Jane with her height, since Virgil was really tall and she was really short, he constantly picked Jane up and they called each other several nicknames that Logan didn’t know where they were getting them from, because they had a new one every day.

“The midget here committed a crime” said Virgil, startling Logan for a second.

“The only thing I did was say I don’t really like Halloween”

Virgil gasped dramatically “I can’t believe I trusted such a monster”

Logan rolled his eyes “Stop being dramatic, I didn’t like Halloween when we started dating”

“And I changed that” he looked at Jane “if you only let me-“

“No, I’m not going to dress up for Halloween”

Virgil groaned and leaned on Logan, looking as he was about to throw a tantrum “Lo! Do something!”

“Virgil you are acting like a child, there is no reason for us to force Jane into liking something”

“Thank you Logan”

Virgil stood up properly and crossed his arms “Fine, but you’ve not been forgiven, I’ll get you back for this betrayal”

"Oh I'm so sc-!" Before she could finish, Virgil grabbed her legs and picked her up, carrying her on his shoulder and started to run out of the school "Virgil! Let me go!" She screamed and struggled on his grip.

Logan huffed and rolled his eyes, closing his locker to follow the other two, Virgil had stopped running but was now spinning slowly still carrying Jane “Curse you for being so tall!” She screamed as she struggled.

Virgil smirked and Logan stopped him before he could return the comment “V, put her down”

Virgil made an exaggerated sad face “But L, I’m having fun” Logan just gave him a dad look, or a listen to your boyfriend one “fine” he stopped spinning and left Jane in the floor.

“Thanks Lo” she said “now, if you don’t mind, I’m going home, see you tomorrow” she said and started to walk away.

11/28/2019 06:36 pm

Thanksgiving day, on a conversation days prior Jane had let slipped that she didn’t have anyone to spend it with, and now thre she was, at Logan’s front yard, debating with herself whether she rang the bell or she went back home alone, both Logan and Virgil spent thanksgiving with the other’s family, switching every year, and they had invited her, was she really that proud to just walk away and disappoint them?

Jane took a deep breath and walked forward a couple of steps, just to return to her previous spot shortly after, she was already here, she had taken the bus to Logan’s hometown and was literally in front of his house, why was this so hard?

She sighed and took her phone, facing to the street while she looked for Logan’s number, Jane called him and waited until he answered.

“Salutations” he said.

“Hey Lo, I’m sorry but... I don’t think I can make it to your place”

There was silence for a bit, but Jane could hear mumbles on the other side of the phone, she was about to speak again when Logan interrupted “Falsehood, you’ve been in the front yard for approximately 20 minutes, we can see you from the window” Jane looked back, noticing two figures behind the curtains “Why don’t you come in?” she turned back to face the street, trying to think on something to say.

“Honestly? I don’t know” she sighed “I guess it’s been so long since I actually was in a family, that I prefer stepping back before ruining it”

“Jane... but V wai-“ some movement could be heard on the other side.

Apparently Virgil took the phone away from Logan “Hey you listen, you are our guest, and do you know how rude it’s to keep us waiting?”

“Virgil I-“

“No, I don’t want any excuse, you’re going to talk to me about being anxious? I almost fainted the first time I came to this house, I know your mind it’s going trough every possible negative outcome, but I want you to ignore them, turn around and walk into the house with us, I promise, there’s nothing you can do that would make us hate you, not now, not tomorrow, and never, you are our friend, and you deserve to be surrounded by people who love you on this day as much as everyone else”

Jane didn’t even realized when the tears started leaving her eyes, she turned around to see bot Logan and Virgil waiting in the doorway “So? What do you say thumbelina?”

She snorted at the nickname and hung up the call, walking towards her friends, stopping just in front of them “Im in bigbird” and with that, Virgil pulled her and Logan into a group hug.

12/31/2019 11:35 pm

Thanksgiving with Logan’s moms had actually went excellent, but it still surprised Jane when they invited her to a family dinner once more, this time for Christmas with Virgil’s parents, and that had been delightful as well, Virgil’s dad was an awesome cook and she really enjoyed being part of a family once more.

Virgil and Logan used to spend New Year’s eve by themselves, but this year, Roman decided to throw a party on his parent’s house, nothing huge, only close and not so close friends, but since Roman was very popular, that would mean a ton of people were going, and somehow, Jane was in that list.

So there she was, out in the balcony staring at the night sky, an almost empty plastic cup on her hand, minutes way from starting 2020, and despite everything that happened the last few months, it seemed old habits died hard.

It has become a tradition since years now, to wish upon the stars at the edge of a year that came and went, as if that would actually grant what she asked for, she reached into her dress, taking out a golden chain that had a ring stuck on it and held it thigh on her fist.

“Hey babe, I know it’s probably not that close to the new year where you are but, you know I’ve been doing this for a while, hoping to actually see you again on this new year” she huffed, trying to keep the tears from falling “I like to think it will work someday, that someday will be together again, and no one will separate us this time, you would love it here, my male best friends are dating, and people like us are accepted, our community is very strong, and if you were here, we wouldn’t have to hide anymore, we both would be what we want to be, I know that’s more important to you than what it is for me... so,” she sniffed, looking down at her ring for a moment before returning her sight to the stars “I once again wish, and I once again hope, and I’ll keep that promise I made you years ago” she raised her cup towards the moon “for the new year my love” and she drank the last bit of punch that was on it.

“Aww, homesick?” A voice said from behind, Jane took her cup away and turned around, Patton, just great “Why don’t you do us all a favor and go back then?”

“Very funny Pat, both of us know that I’m dead the second I step back there, but I bet you would love that” Jane started to walk into the party again, just to be stopped by a tug on her necklace.

Patton took the ring between his fingers, recognizing some of the materials used on it “I thought you hadn’t been able to snuck anything out, but why risking something as valuable as this by taking it with you?”

That was the drop that spilled the glass, Jane turned to Patton and snatched her ring out of his grasp “None. Of. Your. Damn. Business.” She looked up at him, and if looks could kill, Patton would have been dead so long ago.

“Ow, did I touch a nerve?” He said smirking.

“Ow, sweet Patton-cake want’s to talk about nerves? Because I know some that I could make you remember if you want”

“Jane” a third voce interrupted, Jane looked back at the door of the balcony and saw Logan standing there “Virgil wanted to know where you were, you know he gets a bit anxious at parties”

“Right, sorry, I just needed some fresh air”

Logan looked at who was next to her “Oh, salutations Patton, I was not aware you were in this party”

“Me neither” said both Patton and Jane at the same time, they really had to stop doing that.

One guy was walking around the room interrupted them, telling everyone to go back inside to start with the countdown “I guess we better go” said Jane as she walked with Logan back to the party, ready to start the new year.

01/08/2020 10:37 am

Logan and Virgil were making out in the steps, Logan sitting on Virgil’s lap with his arms around his boyfriend’s neck, something that was not unusual, was what unexpected, was the voice that suddenly interrupted them “ew get a room loving birds”

They pulled apart to see Jane, they knew she wasn’t bothered by the signs of affection they gave to each other, but that didn’t stop her from teasing “You’re just jealous because you’re lonely” and it didn’t stop Virgil from teasing back either.

“Don’t be so sure about that” she said sitting next to them.

Logan raised an eyebrow and climbed down of Virgil’s lap “Are you implying you do have a couple?”

Jane’s eyes went wide, she hadn’t really thought about it before saying it “I-I didn’t say that”

“Oh J you’re terrible at lying” Virgil laid on the step he was sitting in with his stomach facing down, a smirk on his face “so the smurf is not forever alone as I thought”

Jane looked away and crossed her arms blushing “There’s a lot that you don’t know about me, thank you very much”

“Why didn’t you tell us before?” asked Logan.

“I just thought it wasn’t relevant”

“Well, you’re not going to get away that easily not that we know, tell us more about them”

She looked back to her friends, them knowing didn’t hurt right? She just had to disguise the truth once more, she sighted and finally spoke “Her, she uses she/her, and she’s the most beautiful girl in the entire universe” Jane smiled, not even noticing it.

“ooooooh” said Virgil, clearly teasing his friend “what’s her name?”

Jane thought for a moment, the translation would be “Phoebe, tho she doesn’t have a last name”

“How come?” Asked Logan.

“She’s an orphan and never got adopted, we met in boarding school while I was on an exchange in Europe, she basically lives there and, since I came back, I don’t actually get to see her”

Logan and Virgil turned to see each other once they saw Jane’s smile dropping “Is there any chance that the reason you didn’t want to talk about her, was because it hurts being apart?” Asked Logan.

“Maybe, I see you two being happy together, and it’s not your fault but, I just... miss her a lot everyday”

Virgil sat and got closer to his friend “I can’t say I know how it feels, I can’t even imagine living apart from Logan, but we’re here to help you, to support you” he curled his arm around her neck and pulled her close “no matter what”

Jane smiled up at him “thanks...m-my dad wasn’t supportive at all when I came out, and as soon as he found out I had a girlfriend, he got me out of that school and I moved out as soon as I arrived here, but I had no way enough money to go with her, so I just got here, as far as I could from him, hoping that we can be together again one day”

Logan sat on the opposite side next to Jane, putting a hand on her shoulder, not being very good with physical affection “you will”

Jane turned to smile to him “Thanks again, for listening”

“No prob Bob” said Virgil, getting a small laugh out of Jane’s lips

01/17/2020 11:15 am

“Alright alright, you win, vampires do exist” said Jane, she was laying down on one of the steps, their usual spot to eat, Virgil was laying two steps under her playing with a rubber ball and Logan was sitting in the step between them next to them typing on his laptop.

“Are you saying it just to shut me up?” Asked Virgil.

“We’ve been discussing for half an hour of course I said it to shut you up” she smirked feeling Virgil’s glare “but your points do make sense”

Virgil sighed, figuring that was the best he was going to get to “alright, your turn”

Jane hummed, thinking for a moment “Mermaids”

“No” said Virgil.

“What? Why not?” She asked eating a cookie

“I just don’t think they exist, it’s not logical”

“Actually” said Logan, not looking up from his laptop “Approximately 80% of the ocean is unexplored territory, so we can not discard te possibility of mythical or strange creatures living on them”

Jane swallowed the cookie she was eating “Thanks Logan, and for you” she turned to see Virgil “Ha”

“Logan explained, so this win goes to him, so don’t be so happy about it” he threw the ball up again, waiting to catch it once it fell “Lo, your turn”

Logan looked up from his work “I thought I was not participating in this conversation”

“C’mon, you made Jane win so easily, give me something to debate about”

Logan sighed “You two just like to argue, but fine, aliens”

Jane tried not to choke on her food “Definitely” said Virgil “What do you think pigmy?”

“I-“ she could end it just agreeing, but for some reason she said “No”

“What? Are you serious?” Virgil sat and looked at her “Is the exact same as with the mermaids, literally the whole galaxy is unexplored territory! You can’t tell me they don’t exist”

Jane sat too, but avoided Virgil’s gaze “It’s not the same, we know that there are creatures that can live underwater, but not if there are creatures that can survive in space” she looked at Logan who looked like he was about to say something “without any equipment” said Jane, Logan closed his mouth and continued working.

“Why are you suddenly so skeptical? aside from the vampires you had agreed that everything else existed”

Jane shrugged and crossed her arms “I just think it’s not possible, the Earth is the only habitable planet that we know about, and if there is another one it would be mals and mals away from here, there’s not way of knowing”

“Mals?” Asked both Logan and Virgil.

“Miles” Jane corrected “I meant miles”

The bell sounded, Jane grabbed the envelope of her cookies and her backpack before standing up “We better get to class”

Virgil groaned “Fine, but we’re not done yet!”

“Yeah, yeah, see ya later aligator” she said as she walked to her class

2:32 pm.

Virgil ran towards Jane and Logan’s lockers “Guys!” He said excited “Guess what I just heard” he leaned in the locker next to Jane’s.

“Now what?” She asked

“This people in my class were talking this thing that appeared on the woods behind the school, and it’s supposed to be an alien ship”

Logan sigher and closed his locker “V, I know we were talking about it earlier, but assuming there is such thing as an alien ship around is a complete different thing”

“Just hear this, remember the blackout of a couple of days ago” he continued once the others nodded “What do you think that caused it? And, they were saying that their phones started glitching once they got close to one specific point, all of hose things can’t be just coincidence”

“But we still can’t assume there is a supernatural force behind all of it”

“That’s why we’re going to investigate”

“Wait what?” Asked Jane, who had remained silent until this moment.

Virgil nodded excited “we’ll be the first ones to see a real life ovni! And it’ll be a great chance to prove miss skeptical here, that I was right”

“It would certainly be interesting to analyze the anomalies that are happening” said Logan, thinking for a moment “alright, I’ll go with you”

Virgil smiled and turned to Jane “and you? You are not scared of being wrong right?”

Jane sighed “I am not” she said closing her locker “but I have a ton of homework, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it”

“We can inform you of the results once we come back” said Logan.

“Please, and make sure to take a picture of Virge’s face once you find nothing”

Virgil huffed “you wish” he grabbed Logan’s hand and started walking away

Jane hurried walking to her home, if there was really a ship around she would have been the first to know, there was something fishy about this, she didn’t know what, but it wasn’t good.

?/?/2020 ??:??

Based on how the small creatures worked, it has been another day since they realized Virgil was shrinking, the creatures mostly worked on their devices, and checked on Logan and Virgil from time to time, measuring Virgil’s height and using the small drone to inspect Logan.

By this time, Virgil was almost the hight of a kid, barely being eye level with his boyfriend’s waist, being closer to his hip, his shirt was like a dress for him now and his boots, socks and pants were forgotten on a corner of his enclosure.

Logan’s ears became longer and pointer, being identical to the creature’s ears, they made him take his shirt off at some point and he noticed some weird dark blue markings forming on his back and arms, but those were all his changes so far.

The lights of the room turned of, indicating the little people would soon leave them alone, the door closed once the were outside, Logan wondering once again why was the door almost six feet tall if they barely were one foot in height, not only that, but most of the devices that weren’t movil were very high up, he just let it aside as always and sat next to the clear wall that separated him from Virgil, their conversation being the usual, were they going to be able to get out someday?

After some time, they were both falling asleep when the door opened, a large figure, or at least large for what they were used to at this point but in reality was no bigger than five feet, got inside of the room with a flashlight in hand.

It had the same features as the small creatures, the ears, the antena, and even the mask, but it had splatters of different colors instead of being plain white, they looked at the couple for some seconds, the light starting to become annoying, but before any of them could speak, they turned to the different devices of the room, working rather quick, as if they were doing it as a secret.

Logan looked at Virgil, who seemed just as confused as him, he stood up and walked as close as he could, resting his hands on the glass “uh, hello? Who might you be?” Silence, no answer “could you answer some of our questions?” Again, silence, it seemed it was ignoring him “are you actually going to-“

A beep noise interrupted him, and he almost lost his balance, the wall in front of him had disappeared, he looked back, noticing the wall in front of Virgil’s enclosure was gone too, he didn’t think it twice and ran inside, kneeling and hugging his boyfriend tightly, who was now standing up and hugged back.

The creature grabbed Logan’s arms and pulled him, not really getting to move him, Logan pulled his arm away “What are you-“ they made a silence sign and then pointed at the open door.

“Call me crazy Lo, but I think they’re trying to help us” said Virgil.

Logan looked between the creature and the door “‘fine, we’ll come with you, lead the way” they nodded and started to walk out, Logan stood up and grabbed Virgil’s hand, and they both followed.

01/17/2020 5:27 pm

Nothing, Jane had been trying to find more about this ship that landed on Earth since she arrived from school with no result, she had been able to check that there actually was a ship in he first place, but it was blocked, there was no way to get into the system, a text message got her out of her thoughts, she grabbed her phone and opened her conversation with Virgil.

Tall ass 👿: we’re gonna get going to te woods, prepare to be ashamed when we find something.

🐭 Midget: ha! We’ll see about that

Jane left her phone aside, there wasn’t much she could do now that Logan and Virgil were going to be there, she just hoped nothing went wrong.

?/?/2020 ??:??

They followed the creature to what seemed like infinite halls, stopping from time to time to check there wasn’t anyone else around, they stopped suddenly and Logan noticed his boyfriend’s heavy breathing, he turned around and looked down at him “Are you alright Virge?” He whispered.

“I... I’m fine Lo, it’s just... it’s just hard to keep up since my legs are sh-shorter now”

Logan frowned and kneeled to be under Virgil’s eye level “You are clearly not fine starlight, I could carry you if you’re tired”

Virgil shook his head “I don’t want... you to carry me, I-I can do this”

“You are and I know it” he rubbed his back slowly “that’s why I apologize for doing this” in a quick movement, Logan grabbed Virgil and picked him up, carrying him like a child.

“Logan, put me down” he would have screamed at his boyfriend, but they couldn’t make that much noise.

“V, you said it yourself, you are slower now and leaving you to follow could be dangerous, what if someone sees you? This is an easier and quicker way to get out”

Virgil pouted and leaned on Logan’s chest “fine but you better let me down once we’re out”

Logan smirked “no promises”, the creature they were following made a sign and they moved once more, Virgil won’t admit it, but being in Logan’s arms was kind of nice.

01/17/2020 6:00 pm

“Virgil we’ve been walking for a long time, I hate to break it to you, nut it seems there’s nothing around” said Logan, following his boyfriends as they walked deeper into the woods.

“It has just been half an hour or so, we just have to keep going until we find something”

Logan rolled his eyes, they kept walking for ten minutes or so when the atmosphere changed abruptly, it became colder and almost tense, Virgil turned to see Logan, assuming he had feel it too because of his face, he got his phone out and tried to unlock it, but the screen started to glitch, turning on and off and changing without him touching it “ha! I told you thee was something, c’mon we must be close”

Virgil hurried his steps and Logan was trying to keep up, the vegetation around them became more and more dense as they walked, almost being hard to pass trough it, Virgil stopped, startling Logan, he raised an eyebrow and walked past him, stopping and watching in awe the construction in front of them.

A white half egg shaped construction with blue, purple, silver and golden details laid in front of them, it seemed like the other half was buried in the ground.

“I told you, you can’t tell me that’s not an alien ship” said Virgil.

“We can not jump into conclusions yet”

“Fine, I’ll prove it” he crouched down and started walking towards it.

“W-Wait no, Virgil come back” Logan groaned when his words were ignored and walked behind him.

?/?/2020 ??:??

A big silver door stood before them, the creature they were following stopped and Virgil and Logan saw as their antena started to shine, after some seconds the door opened and they offered they hand to Logan, after some hesitation he took it and they started running.

Virgil held Logan’s shirt as they ran away from the ship, his eyes were closed but he decided to open them, try to see where the creature was taking them, he looked at them, but instead of focusing on the forest, Virgil turned his attention to they arm, their wrist and what was tied around it to be exact, a dark blue and purple bracelet, Virgil looked around his neck and grabbed his bracelet, that was now tied around his neck do to his shrinking, not long ago Jane made friendship bracelets for the three of them, Virgil’s was pink and blue, Logan’s was purple and pink and Jane’s was blue and purple, and identical to the one the creature had.

Confused, Virgil tugged his boyfriend’s shirt getting their attention, Logan looked down at him “Is there something wrong?”

“Look at their bracelet” he said pointing to it.

Logan listened, noticing the similarity too and stopping, making the creature to stop along them, he pulled their wrist closer and took the bracelet between his fingers “How do you have this?” He asked, they pulled their arm away without answering and made a sign for them to keep walking, Logan shook his head “no, we are not going to go with you, sure you helped us escape, but you are one of them aren’t you? how are we supposed to trust you when you are not telling us anything or answering our questions? Why did you help us? Where are you taking us? How and why do you have our friend’s bracelet?”

There was silence for a moment until they sighed “promise not to freak out?”

“I don’t know if we could since those are the first words you say to us” said Virgil.

Logan looked down at him for a moment before looking back at the creature “If you’ll explain everything, we wont”

They hesitated for a moment “alright” they raised their hand towards their mask, some markings appeared on it, glowing in pink for a second, they grabbed it taking it off, revealing a way too familiar face, Jane.

Both humans were shocked, Logan took a step back without really thinking it as he looked at her, the same girl who they’ve been spending time with, talking with, laughing with stood there, but he could not stop looking at the parts of her body that related their friend with those aliens who kidnapped them, that showed Jane wasn’t human “y-you...”

“Listen Lo I-I understand this is hard to take in bu-“

“You’re one of them” said Virgil.

Jane looked away “I am” she looked back at the couple “but I have nothing to do with them anymore I swear, I didn’t know they were coming to Earth and I had no idea what they were doing to you two”

Logan took a step forward after hesitating “you... you have no intention of hurting us correct?”

“No! I-I would never, you’re my friends, and I promise I will explain everything, but we have to get to a safer place first”

Virgil and Logan looked at each other “we want all the truth” said Virgil.

Jane nodded “And I will give it to you, but you need to trust me, and come with me” she extender her hand for Logan to take it.

Logan looked between Jane and her hand “Just lead the way”

She lowered her hand but nodded, turned around and began walking, glancing back from time to time to make sure they were following, the next hours were not going to be any easy.

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[mulderspice]

have you ever watched an episode of the Emmy award winning sci-fi drama, The X Files?  Maybe you’ve read my original post and yet you’re still wondering where the hell Fox Mulder got all those strands of hair on his jumbo gigantic head.  I am back and here to help you find the answers to some of your burning questions; as we celebrate the hard work and triumphs of the hair and makeup department on the Fox Lot and team up with my big huge brain and my New York State Cosmetology license to give the people what they want once again: another top ten guide to Mulder’s fucking hair..

upon making this post a second time (rip 😔), I realized that just about every episode (yes, every. single. one. even the ones without Mulder and the latest season where he has to share headspace with [redacted]) has its own important and iconic hair looks... You may recognize that some of these are slightly repeated from the last post but that’s ok! What I'm here to do is enforce! So lets get started..

#10 s6:e21 Field Trip: Here again we begin our journey into cosmetic superstardom with a personal favorite of mine.  Mulder rolling with the times by getting a haircut fresh off the FTF wave left our nation in fucking shambles. Can’t imagine going to see a major motion picture in theatres jam packed with Mulder’s most supreme hair looks only to come back to my tv screen to see it all gone away.  For students reading this post for educational purposes, this caused a worldwide walkout on popular salon franchise Supercuts in the year 1998.  However, a haircut didn’t necessarily mean Mulder forgot how to take care of his hair.  The precision and placement as each strand of hair perfectly outlines his jumbo head is revolutionary and inspiring.  Mushroom induced drug high? K. Lemme still grab my teasing comb and my hairspray and make sure I look presentable for when my partner walks into my apartment screaming abt “where's Mulder” and wanting “answers”.  The answer is this: this look is about giving people like myself with big heads rights and looking fuckable while doing so. 10/10 for inspiring hope.

#9 s1:e9 Space: Imagine you’re a few episodes into a show, the core plot is developing right before your eyes and you’re beginning to get to know The X Files three main characters; Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, and Mulder Hair Strands #1-3.  All is well except, you still have no clue how crucial, and critical Mulder Hair Strands 1-3 will become to the show and to your life and I am here to tell you that you are in for a very rude and bold awakening.  This message goes out to all the haters and all the people who didn’t believe Mulder’s hair was valid prior to season 4. He is here to tell you he DID know how to use dry shampoo and even the occasional blow dry oil and you can suck a dick abt it. Bold of you to assume he wouldn’t pull the round brush and the biosilk out the drawer to impress a visit to fucking NASA. 10/10 for involving science.

#8 s4:e6 Sanguinarium: I sit here writing to you today as the song ‘Handmade Heaven’ comes on shuffle; strikingly fitting for this raw and ethereal image of straight up beauty and wonder and magic and heaven in hair. This special, freshly washed and air dried smells like strawberries and sandalwood and fuckability. The look reaches through your TV and wraps its hands around your neck and sucks the life right out of you.  Are you gonna let it happen? You sure are.  Lucky for you, I just so happened to be there when the angels hand sewed each strand of hair onto his head and here’s what they had to say about it:  this is everything and more and the way Mulder has just washed his hair with fresh mountain water droplets hand collected like nothing else mattered. Put his clothes back on and went on his merry way. Can’t imagine being in Scully’s shoes ready to walk on in her partners room unannounced to go over serious case related matters and theories.  Woulda went bonkers. This truly is a handmade heaven.  Hand crafted by Mulder for Scully and for the good viewers of the globe. 10/10 for embracing me in its arms.

#7 s4:e3 Home: A look from one of primetime TV’s most notorious banned episodes.  Viewer discretion IS advised not only for the horrifying and cringeworthy content displayed in this episode, but for also making it painfully blunt to the viewer that Mulder’s hair follicles are happier and healthier than anybody else's will ever be in their lifetime.  In fact, I can feel my own hair falling out and being respawned onto HIS head as I type this and I’m sure you can too. The way the sun glistens off his golden brown strands makes me want to walk into oncoming traffic.  You might also notice how effortless this look was, as it probably only took a quick run thru with his fingers, and Mulder’s passion and need to look sexy at any time of the day at all times. It’s obvious that this kind of thing comes naturally to him, which just comes off as insulting to men everywhere. 11/10 for striking fear into men’s hearts.

#6 s4:e20 Small Potatoes: Genuinely took every bone and nerve ending in my body to not put this look in the top 5 even though it so clearly deserves it.  Here at mulderspice we believe in diversity, meaning it wouldn’t be right to make my top five greatest hairstyles ever produced on The X Files just of Mulder’s iconic and revolutionizing middle part (though really who is stopping me..). This screenshot in general has me up in arms at how perfectly the blue background matches his eyes, and how it accentuates his hydrated skin and lips.  But you’re not here for that. It’s the hair particularly that really pulls the shot together, as Mulder took the time that morning to spray it with some tinted dry shampoo that most defiantly and absolutely smells like chocolate.   This look feels like a warm hug on a frigid winter day. I feel EMBRACED and I feel CARED FOR thanks to the wonderful staff and team @ Mulder’s head and hair follicles. What the fuck could be better than this. 16/10 for making me feel some type of way.

#5 s4:e8 Tunguska: Currently you may not think anything of Krycek to the left of this image though ill have you know he plays an extremely vital part of this look and all the words I’m about to speak to you directly. So listen up: Krycek may have heroically slayed Mulder’s father in cold blooded and justifiable murder, but we thank him for this, as it caused Mulder to lash out in the best way possible: through looks. “Un-shun: Krycek do you think I’m good to bring my Redkin Rewind 6 styling paste with me or will the Russian TSA think of that as contraband? :Re-shun”.  A sweaty, manly and highly illegal treck through a Russian testing facility and a stint in a violent foreign PRISON surely was not going to stop Mulder from keeping his hair properly hydrated, styled and parted. That’ll really ruffle Krycek’s feathers and make him feel sorry for what he did…. The sexiest way to avenge the death of your deadbeat father. 24/10 for you know why.

#4 s1:e6 Shadows: In the year 1993, Mulder steps onto the scene, young, fresh faced, bright eyed and ready to give men around the globe what they (so desperately) needed: the encouragement to care about their hair.  Any backstreet boy you may know have this scene to thank directly, as this is what encouraged them to reproduce Mulder’s hair onto their own heads time and time again.  What I would give to see with my own eyes Mulder length times width times height his head to equal this perfectly proportionate look of volume and sexy. And who can I write a warrant out to for allowing this shot to take place.  Oh to be the various and expensive hair care products in Mulder’s bathroom …… 899/10 for starting a movement (-1 for making us do equations).

#3: s1:e10 Fallen Angel: The biggest regret I’ve ever had in my short little life was not adding this moment to the last post.  And tumblr deleted it in order to give me this opportunity to present this to you today.  By the way, that absolutely is in fact a choir of angels singing as you view this image. Go ahead and try to think of something on this earth that could be better than this tossled bed headed im-stressed-becos-my-partner-of-2-weeks-isn’t-seeing-the-big-picture-about-how-we’re-all-key-pawns-in-an-ongoing-government-conspiracy hairstyle hand crafted by Mulder all while holding his head in his hands hard at work trying to break through to the truth.  Scully [insert photo of Scully with her eyes popping out of her head here] and I both wanna rip our own hair out and throw it in the garbage. 2000/10 for making our hearts ache..

#2: s4:e10 Paper Hearts: Behold- the image I’m slamming down on the desk at full force when I finally get myself a therapist. I need a licensed professional doctor to help me understand the various angles that this purposeful shot affects my life health and well being. In a paranoia induced out of body experience Mulder took his pinky finger and parted his hair down the middle, took a protractor to perfectly round the tendrils falling ever so gracefully on his forehead and ran out of his apartment and through the woods of DC.  Doesn’t matter if he’s crazy? Doesn’t matter if its fuck all 4am? Who knows if the discoveries of this night is finally going to answer the heartbreaking questions regarding Mulder’s baby sister? Fuck it we’re just gonna make sure Scully has something to look forward to after being awoken yet again in the middle of the night and asked to come wrangle and control this stupid idiot.  This just makes me unhinged.  50000/10 for waking up in the middle of the night and doing the most for us all.  

#1 s4:e3 Teliko: This one will remain number one for as long as I shall live.  I’ve dedicated my life to this cause and I’m ready to make you painfully aware of it. Grab a pen and paper and get ready to do some heavy math with me because this look right in front of your eyes is the equation to happiness and sexiness. Can barely find the words to describe to you how this picture makes me feel. Each strand of hair is personally reaching down and wrapping his head in one big giant hug of protection and solitude.  Unbelievable that Scully didn’t head back to her hotel room and scream at the top of her lungs right after this. There’s no way she went about her day as normal without wanting to kick the shit out of him and then put him back together with soft feathery kisses.  What you are witnessing here is the very turning point of the show where Scully looked into into the very center point of that part and said “guess I have no choice but to fall in love with him 🚶🏽‍♂️”. Chris Carter’s idealistic version of Mulder and the one we actually ended ups seeing as viewers were so drastically different that it’s blatantly clear that he had absolutely no idea the cultural implications that were about to rock the world to its core and tip it on its axis when David Duchovny showed up on set looking like this. I could write a thesis about this. I could conduct research and studies about this.  I got kicked out of college because I cared more about this than I did actual schoolwork. I feel like I’m in a very sexy chokehold. Wish I could live forever in one little square pixel of this image.  Nothing means more to me than this.  1000000/10 no further comments.

and the honorable mentions go to....

s8:e16 Three Words: Dead? Did you die? Did you die and miraculously defy god by rising from the dead and coming back to life? Just got home from the morgue? Think nothing is the same? Left guessing if you’re a soon to be 5 minute father? Did you just fucking die? He’s lost his family and his job and the world just went on without him like it was nobody’s business.  Walked out of the morgue right to his apartment and what did he have left? His expensive array of hair styling and finishing products that’s what the fuck he had left.  Being an all around reject from society didn’t at all stop him from taking his fingers and dipping it into that Big Sexy styling pomade and fluffing his head to high heavens. As a personal fuck you to god and to John Doggett too.  He’ll never let you know the emotional hellstorm going on in his life in that moment but he WILL make it known to you that despite being 8 feet under ground for 6 months he’ll never give up on his hair. For the PEOPLE. Try and go through the nightmare of death and then rejected fatherhood and see if you come out of it with any hair at ALL.  An itty bitty glimpse into what would have been Untitled Mulder Abduction Story (2001)....

I Want To Believe (2008): Here you will see the sluttiest moment in major motion picture history.  Shh im not using this opportunity to show you this screenshot for the 800th time I’m trying to keep you educated.  BREAKING NEWS; Man hiding in home office for 6 years fully off the grid has FULL head of hair and is getting regular sex *not clickbait*. So what if Mulder has gone fully unhinged and off the walls bonkers he’s also gone FULL slut and it shows in that sexy thick voluminous head of slut hair.  If you ever for a second thought prior to seeing this movie for the first time that Mulder would show up a full on son-less wreck and a half think the fuck again babes.  He’s managed to hold on to every single little strand ever grown on his head even well into his middle aged madness and its about time we give him the credit he deserves.  (PS. Please know I wrote this entire spiel without even viewing the shot shown here. Its just permanently etched on the inside of my forehead so its there when my eyes roll back into my head.)  For this we say…..; Whore rights.

s11:e3 Plus One: Incase you were unaware, I have been going through a very slow and painful process of erasing Season 11 from my brain completely.  Its been a long road but its achievable and the end result will save me from a lot of future heartache and trauma.  This however, is a moment I will cherish forever and though you may think its for the hot sex (which is like maybe 30% the case) its actually because it puts together everything I’ve ever loved and believed about the show in only a few thousand pixels. How old is Mulder here? 30? 31? Still has hair and still has an unbelievable amount of love to shower Scully in for as long as they both shall live (which lets face it, she deserves one million times over.)  What this has taught me was to hang up my “Mulder deserved…” hat for good and just be thankful for what I’ve got. I ended up with no son or happy dreamy ending where Mulder gets to die with a family he’s never had in his life, but here we are left with the little things.. Like Mulder and Scully’s unconditional love and most importantly .. The hair on Mulder’s head. Its called growth and acceptance and I am learning it.  Also I just wanted to show you what it would look like if you were like 57 and sexy and still had all ur hair. That’s it :-)

#and this one i SAVED!!!!! enjoy #here at mulderspice

[andimack-crack]

A christ-mack story: Andi Mack

read part one here

read part two here

Part 3: Merry little crisis

[Word count 1910]

Cyrus POV

Everybody was sat in the park me, Andi, Buffy, Jonah, T.J and Marty all squished onto one park bench drinking hot chocolate Andi was filling us in on the drama going on at home.

"It's just Bex is so nervous all the time and she's also very emotional feeling sick and tired I hope she's not coming down with something I'd hate to catch it." She rambled

I turned my head a little towards Jonah who sat quietly staring off with a blank face I could tell he wasn't really listening I waved a hand in front of him and he came alive

"Are you alright JB?"

"Y-yeah I-i mean look" he pointed over to an old looking man on the street who was clearly homeless he was begging for cash Jonah looked really sad and somewhat guilty.

"I didn't have a house not that long ago but at least I had family somewhere to live I mean food wasn't good but I was able to kind of continue life but the feeling never leaves you" he closed his eyes taking a deep breath I put a hand on his back

"Now that it's over and I see people that are still going through it... I don't know it feels like I'm not entitled to what I have" by now the conversations everybody else was having had stopped we were all listening to him.

"Jonah you are more than entitled your family went through so much  hardship these past few months you've been dealing with a lot of personal demons yourself you don't have to feel guilty" I reassured he nodded sighing

"Yeah I know I just feel like I should be doing something" he looked at his lap

"Jonah remember when we gave away all those clothes that mint chip threw away?" Andi said

"You mean do I remember going to jail my parents getting really mad at me and doing 72 hours of community service yeah I remember" we all laughed a little

"Yeah well we knew that it was wrong to just throw away those clothes and you know it's wrong that millions of people are sleeping rough on the streets" Andi explained

"It's even worse considering it's winter and Christmas" Buffy said sadly

"But the question is what are you going to do about it" I said Jonah started thinking and his face lit up all of a sudden

"I... I think I have an idea" he smiled

"Hold up... you guys went to jail?!" T.J and Marty said simultaneously in shock we all giggled.

Bex's POV

"Thanks for meeting me I was really hoping you would" Gabriel commented sitting opposite me in a cafe outside of town. He looked worse than when I left him like he hadn't slept or been around good people

"Yeah well just know I'm not doing this for you I'm doing for me" I said trying to keep my self together "I want to know why you emotionally abused me when you knew I was vulnerable because I had just left my home and my daughter"

"H-how is she?" He said awkwardly

"No don't you dare talk about her you don't get to I just want to know if it was me or-"

"No it wasn't please don't raise your voice" he said cutting me off "I... I was under a lot of pressure you really wanted to get out of Shadyside I didn't have money I had to work I always tired needed a drink"

"You can't use that as an excuse I felt like shit everyday when I was with you too the point where I'd do anything to avoid you" I was turning red and tears where stinging in my eyes

"I-i know I was awful b-but I wanna fix things you see I'm in a bit of debt with some old friends and I was thinking you could give me a loan and-"

"Seriously" I yelled standing up "You got back in touch with me to ask for money. I should of known you haven't changed stay away from me and my family if I ever see you again I'll go to the police"

I stormed out the cafe getting on my motorcycle to get back to cloud ten I should of never trusted him the tears fell from eyes but I smiled to myself I've been wanting to stand up to him for years I finally did it.

Jonah's POV

"Jonah where are you taking us?" Marty groaned impatiently

"You'll see" I had an idea of how I could help people that where sleeping rough how we could all help we reached a small shelter on the far side of town.

"We're here" I gestured as we all stepped inside

"What is this place?" Buffy questioned

"It's a food bank I went too a lot the people are really great here they listened to me and when I felt like I couldn't take much more of it there would always be someone here to calm me down"

"That's really sweet but why are all here?" T.J said confused 

"To volunteer I spoke to someone and they said they don't get enough people during the holidays to help out with handing out food, clean clothes  or just talking to them"

"If it'll make you happy Jo I'll do it" Cyrus said patting my shoulder 

"It's for a good cause I think we should all do it" Andi said.

"Can I help you guy- oh hello Jonah how's the new apartment?" A tall brown haired woman said walking up too us

"The apartments nice  things are a lot better now"

"Glad to hear it" I swivelled round to my friends

"Guys this is Carla she runs this whole operation during the holidays" 

"Nice to meet you all" She said shaking there hands one by one

"We are all here to volunteer" I said smiling brightly 

"We'll do anything you want" Buffy said her hand interlocked with Marty's

"Oh well that's lovely I need some people to pick up an apron and dish up food and I need some people to go out and find a few people to give clothes too and invite them in too eat" She said checking her list

"We're on it" She smiled and walked away to check something else 

"Me, Buffy and Andi will be on kitchen duty maybe you guys and can go out and find some people" Cyrus ordered 

"Sounds like a plan" I said happily

*******

Bex's POV

I got back home later in the day thinking about what happened with Gabriel less and less I had more important things to think about some news I needed to share with the family. Bowie was sitting on the couch looking a little upset nearly angry.

"Hey... is something the matter?" 

"I went to cloud 10 to ask if you wanted something to eat you weren't there"

"I was out getting some products I needed" I quickly said as a cover story

"Oh okay that's weird because your friend Gabriel came by earlier" Uh oh

"Look Bowie I can explain..."

"What is there to explain Bex you lied to me... I'll ask again who is Gabriel?"

"Bowie I didn't tell you the truth to protect you he's not important I swear" I said taking his hands but he snatched them away

"Protect me from what?" 

"I-I" The words on my mouth died  I couldn't tell him. He picked up his keys and jacket

"Where are you going?" I demanded to know 

"Out" with that he slammed the door.

I just buried my face in my hands in defeat I have to make this right and I knew exactly how too. That is if Bowie give me a chance to speak to him.

Meanwhile...

Jonah POV

Marty, T.J and I managed to gather some people we found sleeping rough there were way more people than you would expect actually but I'm just really happy we were able to help out. By now we had given everybody some hot food and we were going round giving out clean clothes and blankets they also offered showers I handed this younger looking man a warm tracksuit and a thick coat he took it gratefully trying to smile but it was more like a grimace I pulled up a chair to talk to him.

"Hello I'm Jonah what's your name?" I said sticking my hand out he shook it

"I-I'm Tyler y-you're awfully young to be working here how old are You?"

"I'm 15 but a volunteer so are my friends" I said gesturing at them

"O-oh yeah the tall blonde one wouldn't stop following me until I agreeded to come here" I smirked

"Sorry about that how old are you? if it's okay to ask"

"I-im 20 in a few days and before you ask I've been homeless for two years" he said visibly embarrassed

"Wow um... how come i-I'm only asking to try and fix things don't answer if you don't want too-"

"I got into an argument with my mom after my dad died I-i blamed her and started doing dumb things and I... really wanted to go out of town for a weekend and she said if I go I might as well not bother coming back" his lip quivered I felt horrible

"Well parent say a lot of things they don't mean but they love us unconditionally it's Christmas almost your birthday call your mom" I said putting a hand on his but he took it away

"I can't I don't have my phone" I quickly took out mine

"If you know her number call her on my phone" Tyler was hesitant but he took the phone and dialed her number

"H-hello...hi yes mommy it's me...I-I miss you too" he choked out he stood up to go talk to her.

"You did a good thing Jonah" Carla said walking up behind me "Tyler came by a few months back no one could get him to talk to his mom"

"Well it was obvious he missed her it was probably just pride getting in the way" he came back tears still falling from his eyes he pulled me into a tight hug

"T-thank you Jonah" he said handing my phone back

"What did she say?"

"She's gonna come out here and we can go back home for Christmas" he smiled

"Good"

"There's a bed here for you to sleep on tonight or at least until she gets here I'll show you" Carla said leading him away.

I joined the rest of my friends who were huddled together smiling.

"So Jonah how do you feel now?" Buffy said

"Good really good like I made a difference"

"Were all happy for you and this did feel great reminds us to give back during the holidays" Cyrus said.

We were interrupted by Andi's phone buzzing

"Hello... mom slow down...really oh okay" she hung up "I gotta go there's am emergency apparently" we all said goodbye and she left abruptly.

Whatever happens to having a peaceful holiday?

#andi mack #jonah beck #cyrus goodman #buffy driscoll #good hair crew #tyrus #tj kippen #amber andi mack #marty andi mack #christmas #hanukkah #fanfiction

[coldcoffeemagic]

Bad decision number 1

A lonely night and desperation...

Believe me it sounds worse than it is, or maybe it is as bad as it sounds

I am human, that is the basis of all our flaws and mistakes, our choices, i was always raised to believe that as we aged we would become wiser, after all growing up our elders are always in the right, they are the ones who we look to, the ones who guide us, who for a good portion of our life we rely on to make the right decisons, i dont know when we grow our wings and i dont know when im supposed to understand adulthood, but one thing has become painfully clear, i cant outrun the human emotions in me, as hard as i try.

To get to this decision i have to go back, back to when things felt atleast some degree of normal, when life seemed to have a direction to go that wasnt in circles, i was 18, Life was normal, its hard to believe that that is almost 10 years ago now, it feels like it was just yesterday, i lived in a big city, worked full time and went to university part time to study pre med, i had a few close friends, a social life, i was a happy girl, the world felt like it was in my grasp and i was going to own it, but life has a funny way of turning upside down when we least expect it, and boy...did it.

My life wasnt sheltered, i felt hardships like most, but i was loved, had a warm bed and a full stomach, i was raised by my grandparents, my grandmother passed away when i was 14 and my grandfather took over caring for me, since my mom was mostly absent due to alcohol issues,

2012 December 26th it all changed, belly up, my grandfather had a major stroke, i saw the early signs but he was 81 and despite medical intervention damage was done, at first it was labelled as delirium, temporary, but as time went on it became more signifiant and was to be dementia. My family were stubborn they didnt want nurses aid, they wanted him home, they wanted to hang on to the hope that a miricle would come about and he would wake up one morning cured, i was more realistic but to submissive to speak up, looking after him fell to me, and souly me because despite wanting him home, no one else wanted the responsibility or to sacrifice time, work was the first thing cut back to one day a week, 5 hours away where my aunt would look after my grandfather, usually entertaining him in the yard or with greasy food, leaving a mess for me to clean up on my return, i didnt mind at first, it was my job, he had raised me, cleaned up after me, i was returning the favor, i would not complain. But as his mind began to slip into the icy depths of unknown, the world in his view changed, i became a threat, home became a jail, and exhaustion became very very real.

He lost concept of time, he could not tell the difference between day and night, breakfast at 6pm dinner at 3am, lunch a 7am, bed and anger at noon, because i could not turn the sun off for him, i became the enemy, a stranger holding him captive, many nights i was locked in my room with a man angry and armed on the other side trying to get in, it always passed but i feared for my saftey enough to put a lock on the inside of my door, i pushed on, studying in my free tme, never really having a routine i slowly lost contact with friends or they stopped contacting me, im not sure which, ether way i was alone, and family ignored my pleas for help.

Days turned into months and pure exhaustion took me in its grips on night, i didnt hear a door open, a window break, i didnt relaize when i rose at 6am that he had made his way out into the night alone, i called my family, they were angry, they needed someone to blame, how could i loose him, i was his caregiver... we searched and came up with nothing, i made rounds of his favorite places on my way to the police station, about to pull into their carpark i got the call, a kind lady found him, he was brusied and cold but alive, he was taken to hospital for a once over and when we arrived, the nurse saw my distress, she pulled me aside and i broke... she understood, she made the decision for me and she told my family he needed to go into a care home, he could not return to us, it simply wasnt safe, he needed a specialist unit, a locked ward, i was grateful, but then came the punch to the gut, the care was not free, and the govt wouldnt subsidise any of it, not unless his assets were sold...his assets....my home, my family didnt hesitate they called realtors and i felt invisible...forgotten, i had no where to go, no one had offered me a room, or a hand, i paid for his care in the coming weeks, and slowly packed what i could, i did not know where i would go, i thought for sure i would be homeless, i was scared, i had tried everything, a mortgage broker, loans, donation pages only to find myself growing bitter at the strangers receiving the help i genuinely needed, seeing bullshit causes rake in the money while no one sent even a cent my way, i lost my faith in the world, i was in this alone, and i realized it wasnt anything new, i found a home, middle of nowhere, 800km away from everything i had ever known, i could take 2 car loads with me, i moved, no carpets, no bed, no fridge, no oven, broken windows, rural. It was 2 years until i would have a bed, 3 until i finally got windows fixed and carpet laid, and in that time not a soul would reach out to me, sure i didnt reach out ether but i was in a deep dark hole looking for the light and it wasnt there, i grit my teeth and keep pushing, time ticks on and we reach 2020, yup the ominous 2020, shit hit the fan, i got sick, very sick, twisted bowel and early onset osteoarthritis in both my hips, i was unable to work until these issues were resolved or stabilized, that meant alot of thinking time...and realizing how truly lonely i was, how much i was craving a connection, i dont know how i came across the site i did or why i clicked, maybe i felt like if anyone would understand being isolated and alone it would be someone in jail...

Yup jail, i found a guy called Derek, something drew me to him, somehow i have been able to over look the fact hes booked on 2nd degree murder, hes been a highlight of dark days, having someone to talk to, exchanging dreams and one day goals, to feel normal and cared for, but am i insane? I dont know, the back of my mind screams this is the stupidest thing i could do, im talking...perhaps falling for a guy whos killed his own father...

I dont know what to do...i am lost, i am unsure, i am becoming dependant on the interaction with someone i dont know if i should...surely someone reading this can tell me, what do i do...i just dont know anymore, on the darkest days, im not sure i will survive with no one to reach to.

#help #advice #mentalwellness #story

[localmagicalboi]

🌙 FOLLOW FOREVER, PART 1 / ???. THE MOVIE. ✨

i've surprisingly reached a pretty hefty number of people here on this blog, despite my flightiness, unrelenting bitchy behavior, and excessive need to make 2000s pop culture references with zero context. to which i say, that's neat. you have fine taste and im grateful for that. here's round one! people i really fucks with.

✨ @chegadesaudade / @notevenjupiter 🌙 hey we’re engaged! that’s pretty cool or whatever. you’re my support system, apple of my eye, we’ve been together for like 10 years, rping with each other the entire time, and that’s honestly just disgusting. you write well and i guess you’re tolerable. i dont think i’ll ever meet anyone like u ever again and i don’t want to. you’re annoying and one of you is enough.

✨ @shimmerseas 🌙 when the tough gets going and i wanna be messy and discuss the fact that ppl in this community can be god damn ridiculous, you’re that b... and honestly you’re one of the best writers ive ever met. tida’s a great muse. you’ve taken him v far from when we were squared away in the square fandom and now he’s just?? the greatest?? and ur incredible too... ily wtf. if u readin this and u sleep on tida and alex, ur a fool. fix that!

✨ @roguestaroutlaw​ 🌙 colin!!! i luv u and u luv ur cat. every time u send me a photo of ur babey, im reminded that its ok to feel joy... anyway you really are one of those ppl that brings the best out of my writing. our muses??? crazy chemistry. *aretha franklin voice* great chemistry, beautiful chemistry. wes is one of the greatest cowboys ever. ever. there’s no space cowboy greater than him. like?? and ur art is so???? omg ur so talented send help.

✨ @hebiime 🌙 you... are so silly lkgfdjgfdkls. ur so fun to talk to on discord u got me crackin tf up half the time and ur reaction images... smh. where do u get them. listen, majima is such a treasure. when you can take a piece of media, present it to someone who dont know shit about it, and have that person want more? that's when you know you've succeeded as a canon writer. keep it up. like??? also when u show me ur projects? its like... ok. wig.

✨ @meyvn🌙 3 freakin years worth of building up a story around our muses and honestly i think that’s god damn bananas. and the payoff??? perfection... when we thread, it’s magic. whether it be angsty or fluffy or whatever else. taht shit slaps!!! it SLAPS! im gonna tbh nooj doesnt belong to square anymore, that company lost their privileges after the wack ass way they handled ffx. nooj is YOUR character. legit no one out here is writin him like u do and they never will. tea.

✨ @adoredbyprissy / @bloomingpaths 🌙 one of the wildest folks ive ever met... idk what it is about you but sometimes you say some shit that gets me deaddddd. u remind me of myself, sometimes. like when i was younger. ur like... a lil sis to me... and ur so bright and full of creativity. the fact that we can exchange bops in diff languages? ma’am, i think thats kind of iconic of us tbqh... n e wayz i will say that you’re so sweet and incredible and if anyone ever messes with u i will knock their fucking head off and that’s that.

✨ @dramaytan​​🌙 gippal makes me speechless. his energy makes me speechless. i... the fact that hs is so That Way that it causes vi to have such extreme reactions is hilarious. you write him beautifully and im gonna say that i said to kela and alex. your muse belongs to you. square dont own gippal anymore. you’ve given him the story and life that he deserves. gippal deserves more depth from the jrpg overlords but we all know that shit aint happening. anyway ur so great. god dammit, i luh u! 

✨ @deadmenanddemons🌙 kane and undertaker belong to you. they do not belong to wwe or vince mcmahon or whoever fucking else lol. you're giving them extensions of their story that they deserve. and giving kane some happiness!! we love that in this house! your writing style has given them a totally different dimension. like that shit is next level!! on another astral plane!!! also... kanevi... them getting a cat farm when????

✨ @sharpsensations🌙 jay white is ridiculous. the fact that he's this cartoony villain lil man and you stay keeping him that way is... well lets just say he's the most extra mf thats ever graced my dash and vis life. and for some reason vi thinks thats the sexiest thing ever... lfkjgklsdf. anyway. *chefs kiss* thats really all i can say! johnhui... suzuron ( thats the name of the couple and im keeping it. ) we cook up great stuff in the kitchen aka discord. ty for being a great presence!!

✨ @bloodfcst​🌙 teachers occasionally disgruntled by the absolute fuckery that goes on in the workplace unite... like yeah we dont thread in public as often as we should but we are a treat on discord gjfdgsf. and you’re one of the most rational people ever??? like you have common sense in a world where it isnt common. ur writing is beautiful, ur a swell human, and i really wish the best for u. u deserve it.

if you’ve made it down to this point. here’s a bop for you to listen to, happy birthday or w/e. :)

#( 🌙 FF! ATTENTION IS ALL ON THE STARS ABOVE. ✨ ) #/ i dont know how many posts ill make but. #/ i wanna make one thing clear. #/ the moving text made my photoshop scream and curl up in pain.

[manggojooz]

Pick A Side (Part 10)

pairing: Taehyung x reader

word count: 2,040

genre: university!au; angst; romance; a bit a bit of thriller

warnings: slight references to voyeuristic behaviour

previous part: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

taglist: @destiel1597 @mila271 @hopetookmysoul @ximaginx @honeyursosweet @coffeecupyoongs@bangtanbaesstuff @annoyingpessimist @betysotelo18 @okaysoplshelpme @igot7bangs @tahaing @mochi-and-co

comment: sooooo i wanted this series to be like max 10 parts... guess it’s not really gonna be that way xD and this is a really dialogue-heavy chapter, hope y’all don’t mind it! as always, if you like it please leave a comment or help me reblog it <3 

Instincts. Gut feeling. Sixth sense. People use these terms to describe the baseless sometimes inexplicable notions that humans are capable of perceiving. 

You once learnt during a photography workshop that some of the best pictures are not the ones which were taken after spending hours framing it, but are products of spontaneity. A good photographer is therefore not the one that can design his shots well, but one who has that baseless inexplicable tingly senses that can anticipate the iconic moment before it arises.  

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“Finally found the both of you”, his tonality seems to never change but they sent tingles down your sides.  

“Hey Haejoong, I was just explaining to Y/N the situation...”, Jihyun perks up when she sees him in the room.  

Sudden echoes of the vibration from your handphone resting on a chair next to you startles you. You pick it up to see that Taehyung was calling.  

“Hey”, you answered the call.  

“Where are you?”, he anxiously asked without even a ‘hello’.  

“In the painting room. I'm here with Jihyun and Haejoong”, you see Jihyun’s eye flicker a little as she starts to have a hunch about who you were talking to on the phone. Haejoong on the other hand, continued to look at you with his usual gentle demeanour.  

You heard some mumbling from Taehyung on the other end, it sounded like he was swearing but you couldn’t hear him clearly at all.  

“What are you saying? I can’t hear you”, you quipped.  

“Wait there, I’m coming over”, he commanded.

Before you could object he had already hung up.  

You stammered awkwardly and looked at the two puzzled humans standing before you, “Umm Taehyung said he’s coming over... not sure why or what for but err...”

“Probably to pick you up”, Haejoong replied almost too nonchalantly before facing Jihyun and asking her, “would you rather leave or wait?” You wondered whether this was the same person you knew from a week ago.  

“Let’s go”, Jihyun answered exhaustedly.  

“Oh right Y/N, Hyesoo has been asking me whether we need to change our assignment group, given all that is going on right now. She said to let her know by this week. Maybe you could discuss with Taehyung and let’s come to a decision soon?”, Haejoong was suddenly reminded to ask you as he trailed behind Jihyun who wanted to leave before Taehyung reached.  

“Yeah, okay”, you barely managed to squeak out a response as the nagging tingly feeling keeps growing.   

---

You fiddled around with your phone until you heard footsteps stomping up to the door.  

“Hey”, he panted.  

“You ran here?”, you questioned.  

“Yeah, evidently”, he answered.  

“Why...”, you wondered, but suddenly you were reminded that perhaps you wouldn’t like the answer, “... no, don’t answer that.”

Taehyung tilts his head and his forehead lightly frowns in confusion, “Anyway, where’s Jihyun and Haejoong?”, his breath was still shallow.  

Did he run here to see Jihyun?  

“Jihyun left with Haejoong, I didn’t know if I should ask them to wait or...”, your words were just stumbling out of your mouth, “... I’m sorry, if I knew you wanted to catch her I would have-”  

“Hey hey, I'm not here to catch her”, Taehyung’s eyes were intensely observing you now.  

“Then why did you run all the way here? I thought it was because I mentioned she was with me”, your fingers pinched each other in this tiny moment of embarrassment and uncertainty. Embarrassed because you felt like you were phishing for an answer you wanted, uncertain because you still didn’t know if it would be the answer you wanted.  

“No...”, Taehyung hesitated, “... it’s because you mentioned Haejoong was with you.”  

Is this the answer you wanted?  

“Taehyung, Haejoong and I...”, you wanted to clarify that nothing is going on, at least not anymore.  

“Stay away from him”, Taehyung huffs.

“What?”, you were taken aback by his assertiveness all of a sudden.  

“Im Haejoong. Something’s up with him, I don’t know what... but Yoongi hyung just told me that he has always had a crush on Jihyun and even chose to take our pure arts class just to be in the same class as her... but he never acted that way... instead it felt like...”, his eyes quivered as he looked at you.  

“It felt like he liked me...”, you were shaking now. There were absolutely no signs that he liked Jihyun before.  

“Y/N are you ok? You look-”, Taehyung grew concerned.  

“He misled me to think that he wrote the post-its on my photos too...”, you mumbled.  

Taehyung’s eyes grew wider. Things are increasingly not adding up for this guy.  

“Just stay awa-”, Taehyung began.  

“I’m tired Taehyung, walk with me back to the hostel?”, you truly were drained by now.  

---

The journey was mostly undisturbed silence. There is a kind of connection in this world that need not be seen or heard.  

As the both of you strolled up to the hostel, a female voice calls out your name, drawing both of your attention.  

Turns out Helen from the student office had also just came around to look for you with a police officer in tow.

“Don’t worry, I’m just investigating into the matter. It's really cold out here at night, is it alright if we head up to your room to have a chat?”, the investigation officer requested. You agreed and as the group of you were heading up, Taehyung almost too naturally follows behind you.  

“Mr. Kim, I think we are good here. Maybe you should consider heading back?”, there was a slant of insistence in her question.  

Taehyung eyes you worriedly and you gave him a smile, “It’s ok, I can handle this. See you tomorrow?”  

He sighed reluctantly but gives you a brief nod, “Call me if anything happens”, he nagged before turning to head off.  

This was still the same caring man that you knew since day one.

---

After a round of questioning in your room, the officer was mostly satisfied. However, he stood up and headed to your window, parting the blinds to peep out into the opposite building, where Jihyun’s room was.  

“Is everything alright?”, Helen asked.  

“It’s just that, no matter how I look at it, it will take a really powerful camera zoom to get the kind of image in the videos. Ms. Helen, you too know that we have been to each room in this building, no matter how I see it, the angle just doesn’t seem right from any of the rooms either”, he muttered thoughtfully.  

“Well, how else can someone get a photo or video from this high a height? We are eight floors above ground, officer”, Helen was seemingly annoyed that she was still stuck here at such an hour.  

“What if it wasn’t taken from a building...”, the officer mumbles.  

Helen was right about to scoff when you suddenly bolt up from your bed, where you had been sitting during the questioning.  

“Maybe... a drone?”, you implored.  

It need not be seen or heard, but the connection had been drawn. The officer’s face hardens as he demands Helen bring him all the CCTV footages surrounding the hostel area, this time not just for the entrances of the hostels.  

---

“We need to talk”, you messaged Haejoong the next day after classes were done and you ended up meeting him at the rooftop where he was trying out his new Holga. 

“It’s you, isn’t it?”, you sputtered, feeling rather apprehensive.  

He turns around to face you while packing up his things. “What do you mean?”

“You took the photos of Jihyun and posted them online... right?”, you fought on.  

“Why would I do that?”, it sounded as though he was refuting your allegation but at the same time it also sounded as though he was challenging you to find out the answer yourself.  

“Exactly, why? My gut feeling says it’s you, but I just cannot logically figure out why you would do it. Especially, now that I know you actually like Jihyun, I just can’t understand what you are trying to do. Why did you get close to me, when you like her? Why-”, you ranted.

“How did you find out that I like her?”, he was momentarily stunned but quickly recovered, “Regardless... tell me honestly, did you at any point think that I liked you?”

It hurts your pride to admit it, but with the way he acted, how could you not have thought that way?  

Your silence though, was enough of an answer to the mild-mannered man.  

“I honestly didn’t mean to hurt you, but you had to be Taehyung’s ex-girlfriend, I had no choice”, for once there was a desperation starting to bloom in his voice.  

“You had no choice but to use me?”, your words were filled with exasperation.  

“I needed to show Jihyun that he doesn’t like her, that when he is forced to make a choice between you or her”, his eyes hardens and he does not complete that previous sentence, “It is obvious that his heart is still with you.”  

“That is not true, you just haven’t seen the number of times Taehyung-”, you argued back.  

“He doesn’t love her. If anyone’s using anyone, it’s not me, it’s him. He's using her to get over you and I cannot watch that happen to her”, he raised his voice at you just enough to show his disapproval.  

Your head was quivering in disbelief, “You couldn’t watch that happen to her but you went and posted those photos and videos of her?! I just don’t get it...”

“That is not me”, he replied coldly.  

“You are lying”, you insisted.  

“It’s not me”, he takes another step closer to you and puts his hands into the huge side pocket of your winter coat. He pulls out your handphone revealing that it was recording your conversation this whole time.  

“It’s not me”, he repeats for the third time, slowly, enunciating each word, as if making sure that the recording will pick up his words loud and clear.  

He stops the recording and you demand for your phone back as sternly as you could.  

“I thought we were at least friends, this is disappointing”, he blinks at you.  

He unexpectedly turns his back and starts to leave. You lunge at him to grab at your phone which he was now shoving into his own pocket. The moment you grabbed his arms he hurls you backward and you stumble back onto the concrete floor.  

“Like you said, if you can’t figure out the logical reason why I would do it then do you think anyone else would be able to come up with one? There is no use in just insisting that I did it, Y/N. In the end no one will believe you”, he surmised almost emotionlessly.  

You collected yourself and scrambled up but Haejoong casually walks through the doorway leading to the rooftop. He spins to see you dashing towards him again and promptly shuts and locks the door from the other side, leaving you in the freezing exterior.  

“IM HAEJOONG!”, you screamed. “Open the door now!”

“This is your time to make a choice Y/N. Will you take my side?”, Haejoong asks cryptically.  

“Are you freaking crazy?! Let me out now!”, you whimpered as you banged against the cold hard door.  

“I’m asking you one last time, will you take my side?”, there was even a coldness to his words now even though you could barely hear him through the thick barricade.  

“Haejoong-ah, stop it now please. You are going down the wrong side, you still have a chance to turn around now”, you tried a different tactic, pleading to him now.  

“You are wrong. If you are not on my side, all of you are wrong”, he bellows suddenly and crashes one of his fists into the door, shaking it so hard causing you to jump back. Immediately after was an eerie silence, with lingering echoes of the door being rattled.  

Some people are like photographs, they exhibit an image, which they spend time developing, but their true self is captured on film as negatives, which is the exact opposite of what they portray.  

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artist claims

sorry for the delay, there’s some personal drama taking up my time to blame here & also a small bit of classic procrastination. but here we are, with ARTIST CLAIMS.

here’s how this works!

i’m gonna put a list of fics below the read more line, and they’re all numbered, but do not have author names on them. your job is to pick your favorite 3 fics, and then enter their numbers into this form. that’s it! a fic may end up with multiple artists, and we may do a round 2 for any unclaimed fics.

here we go!

1. Marked On My Grave

Summary:

Really, Christine hadn’t expected much to come out of her life after dropping out of Bard Highschool. Her job opportunities were low, and Bard College was out of the window entirely. Shady deals made by angry princesses didn’t exactly help, nor did the pillaging pirates and necromancers-for-hire. And the necromancer’s mechanical henchmen were just the cherry on top of the very, very dangerous cake! But Christine really couldn’t say no to an adventure, could she?

Ships: Hints of Christine Canigula/Jenna Rolan, background Jake Dillinger/Michael Mell, background Brooke Lohst/Chloe Valentine

Tags & Warnings: Fantasy Au (Inspired by DND), Minor Non-Graphic Violence, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Unconsciousness, Brief Mention of a Concussion, Mild Cursing

2. Reconnect

Summary:

Jeremy is a single dad trying his best. Michael is also a single dad trying his best. After a falling out in high school, they haven't seen each other for years. When their sons become friends, they're forced to talk through their problems and figure out how to get along. Michael never really thought of Jeremy as anything more than a friend, but now...

Ships: Michael/Jeremy, Christine/Brooke

Tags & Warnings: Refrenced Abuse (from squip and from a parent), Slow Burn, Child Original Characters, jeremy heere fights the PTA

3.  off key, but in tune (we reach a crescendo)

Summary:

Marching band! (No squips!) Rich has been in band since freshman year, he's been aware of Jeremy since they joined at the same time even if they played different instruments. They weren't friends but they weren't not friends. Eventually Jeremy brings another kid with him - they're sophomores now. Rich isn't necessarily good but he's the only other person who plays baritone. Michael picks it because no one else plays it. No one except Rich.

They spend their time at the back of the marching field, helping each other get their uniforms straightened out, crammed in the back of the band bus with Jeremy, falling asleep on the way home from a competition. Nothing becomes something becomes everything. Michael helps Rich read music, Rich helps Michael's form. Sophomore year turns to Junior year turns to Senior year. Long nights at competitions, winning awards, holiday concerts, state band competitions. At some point they realize that this might be what love is.

Ships: Michael/Rich

Tags & Warnings: Rich's dad sucks, implied self harm (nothing graphic), I'm not totally sure of all the details yet but they're sad and learn to navigate. Maybe past suicide attempts referenced. maybe underage drinking/smoking weed

Notes: the kids are all lgbtq and neurodivergent im not exactly sure on everything yet, rich has adhd michael is autistic and has adhd. slowburn all that good stuff, michael and rich play baritone, rich moves up to sousaphone and michael is a drum major senior year. jeremy plays flute. the others will be in it not totally sure whos where yet. jenna is yearbook tho.

4. Dead Poets

Summary:

Brooke loves poetry and dreams of becoming a poet herself, but when Chloe starts belittling her for it, she decides to leave it in the past. Flash-forward to junior year, and Brooke feels like her only purpose in life is to follow Chloe around while being constantly reminded that she's inferior to her. She could leave, but fearing what others would think and knowing that she's been in love with Chloe since kindergarten prevents her from doing so.

The only place that provides her solace is her favorite place behind the school, and one day, she stumbles upon someone there—Richard Goranski, a guy who loves poetry and literature as much as she does, and is also struggling with an unrequited love. Hanging out with him revives her will to create poetry, and together they learn how to cope with their problems. Unfortunately, things also get a whole lot more complicated, and Brooke realizes that perhaps that's how beautiful tragedies were written—they were experienced first.

Ships: Chloe/Brooke, Platonic Brooke/Rich, Rich/Jeremy, Christine/Brooke, background Jake/Chloe

Tags & Warnings: There are suicidal thoughts (Brooke seriously entertains the thought of killing herself at one point, but doesn't push through with it or even do self-harm at all. Meanwhile, Brooke discovers Rich's scars from doing self-harm, and learns that he's tried to kill himself before) and mentions of depressing things (like tragedies, so there will be mentions of blood and violence and stuff like that, but it's pretty brief), homophobia, Alternate Universe, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Esteem Issues, Friendship, Inspired by Poetry, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, stuff like that. Oh, and there's a bunch of fluff at some point, and the S.Q.U.I.P. doesn't exist.

5. take my hand, take my whole life too

Summary:

Expensive Headphones fake dating AU.

Ships: Rich/Michael

Tags & Warnings: No Current Warnings, Fake dating, Wedding, Fluff

6. friended

Summary:

Focused mostly on platonic relationships and the aftermath of everything, i know one plot point that i wanna include is michael’s moms taking in jake after the house fire and rich + jer bonding

Ships: Jeremy/Christine/Jake, potential Rich/Michael

Tags & Warnings: Mentions of the squip abuse, Homophobia, Alcoholism, Platonic michael/jake, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

7. love shack (that’s where it’s at)

Summary:

Brooke decides to capitalize on the annual Valentine’s Day Dance (the second most attended dance at Middleborough High, second only to the Freshman Fling. The prom DOES NOT COUNT, Jake.), and she sets up a little matchmaking stand outside school.

Two things she wasn’t expecting happen:

1) Matchmaking is a surprisingly profitable business

2) She doesn’t want a match of her own

Ships: brooke’s aro and that’s the whole point of this fic but, background Jeremy/Christine, Jenna/Thalia, & some very very background stuff

Tags & Warnings: Brief Homophobia, aro!brooke, figuring out your sexual identity, School Dance

8.  Being Scared Keeps Us Alive

Summary:

Superhero AU where Jeremy is Spider-Man and Michael is like the blogger but anyway best friends turned boyf riends eventually with some twisty villainy occurring in the background

Ships: Jeremy/Michael

Tags & Warnings: Blood & Violence, Superhero AU

9. For The Better

Summary:

Chloe puts in the effort to change for the better, and her and Brooke find that maybe theres a little more than friendship between the two of them.

Ships: Brooke/Chloe, Jeremy/Christine

Tags & Warnings: None Currently

10. Let’s Get Inside Their Brains

Summary:

Jeremy Heere is a surgical resident. He’s the son of the now-deceased well-known surgeon Anne Heere. This is something he tries to hide from his peers. He falls for pediatric neurosurgeon prodigy Christine Canigula when he starts working with her. Christine is hesitant to start things with him because of him being a resident but she falls for him anyway. Jeremy also deals with trying to handle the legacy of being a Heere and the expectations that were set for him before he was even born.

Christine’s character is not just falling for a resident and that is not the only plot. She also struggles with the complicated task of discovering how to deal with a startling new epidemic of implants in people’s brains that change their behaviors. She can’t figure out how to fix the problem even with her prodigy level skills. Her attempts at removing the implant create strange behaviors in her patients that she doesn’t know how to explain. Sometimes the surgeries fail completely and people die on the table.

Jeremy has a knack for neurosurgery and is picked by Christine to work with her. Together they try to understand what exactly is going on and how to fix it without killing the patients or causing strange behavior that can’t see to be fixed.

Ships: Jeremy/Christine

Tags & Warnings: Medical procedures, mentions of past abuse, Dark, Alternate Universe

now, again, ARTISTS, please select your top 3 fics and fill out this form. first come, first serve! please have it filled out by JULY 23RD, or i will chase you around with a wooden spoon in your dms

#be more chill

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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 14

IN THIS EPISODE OF THE OFFAL HUNT LIVEBLOG:

On the other end of the line, Cinder let out a tight sigh. “Yeah. Okay, well—I’m in a difficult position right now. I’m balancing a lot. So, that wasn’t, you know, directed at you or whatever… I’m just trying to deliver you to Atlas. That’s all.”

“Yeah,” Glynda said. “This apology sucks.”

CINDER FALL TRIES TO HAVE MANNERS. AND FAILS. BUT SHE TRIES.

it’s been a WHILE but i’m STILL HERE!!!!!!!!! also i’m a little late to the draw and also unlike w/ prior chaps i did actually read this one when it came out so i’ve had my first run already. BUT that means i actually get 2 Focus so lets get this party started

so we’re now entering into the New Umbraroot Arc which Frightens me on a deep and intrinsic scale because now i have no padding to ready me for whatever the Hell is going to occur, but i do know it will be gay(er) than the current content was (is/shall be) and here’s the proof

It had only been a day, but the sound of Cinder’s voice was a relief to Glynda’s senses.

glynda that’s gay. hey. hey. glynda have u been told yr a lesbian. lesbeeb. besbion--

“Not at all.” Thank god. It was one thing to be traveling with Cinder Fall. It was entirely another to have her checking in on Glynda’s well-being.

cinder: my well-being is SHIT but thankfully there’s someone nearby doing WORSE than me, which makes me feel better at least,

“Oh.” Our sounded strange in her mouth.

my favourite thing abt any gay media and content is that it’s gay in ways that hettie(tm) nonsense can only dream of being. when a story is abt a guy and a gal all the romantic tension comes from like. looking at a tiddy or getting naked or w/e the shit. here? it’s literally found entirely in the use of the word our. such power. i love it.

I went from unknown to one of Atlas’ most wanted overnight, which is charming… And also annoying, because they refuse to stop pasting wanted posters on every street corner.

i feel like cinder is the type of bitch to send pics of them back to emerald like ‘is my face ACTUALLY that janky??? my hair is a state. you think they’ll use a selfie if i ask nicely???’

Cinder hummed, affirmative. “Which would be unnecessary, if you hadn’t reported me.”

Glynda returned, “I wouldn’t have reported you if you hadn’t been committing a crime.”

glynda you snitch. you narc. you bootlicker. does be gay do crime mean NOTHING to you,

We left a funny taste in her mouth, almost as strange as when Cinder had said our. She tried not to examine it too closely.

again. look at this shit. this is real slowburn hours. this is how u DO IT.

Her heart was beginning to feel like a pin cushion with all the needles pulled out, little holes left in their wake.

would i be showing my age if i glanced at this and wondered if it were a reference to the inciting og offal hunt inspiration fic or. it does doesnt it. okay moving on.

“Okay.” And then, in an effort to change the subject to something lighter: “I’ve never broken into a country before.”

glynda’s complete and continuous inability to actually like. do what she plans on doing is SO funny to me. she’s going to be stealthy, she says, throwing a man aside in obvious fashion. i’m going to be subtle, she says, being as conspicuous as possible. she’s a disaster and i live for it.

"The Faunus." Cinder's voice was cold. "Don't speak to her."

this part of this fic is subtitled ‘cinder’s rank opinions time’, apparently. not that u can tell. but it is. dsfhgjsdfghjghfjdk

In the silence that followed, Glynda thought of the stunted horns jutting above Cinder's hairline at the restaurant.

Glynda murmured, "That’s a horrible thing to say."

"Don’t start." There was no concession in her words. “I mean it.”

“...I just didn’t expect that from you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

There was something in Cinder’s tone that told Glynda that nothing she said would be correct. She said nothing.

cinder’s! rank! opinions! time! honestly this section victimises me the MOST as i very famously cried over an earlier section in which cinder thought abt all the faunus she grew up with, so i know that kc and diesel were looking to hurt me directly. that said i DO find it funny that cinder, yet again, looks like a pile of shit.  she can’t do anything right. naturally inclined to be the villain completely unintentionally. what a moron.

A harsh laugh. “What do you think we are, friends?”

“Well, no—um. Not really, but—”

YOU SEE. CINDER. PLEASE. £10 FOR U TO BEHAVE FOR FIFTEEN SECONDS.

“Then, just—just listen to me. I’m going to get us there. I p-promise.” There was a soft sound, like disgust or the prelude to a gag. “Urgh, your soul—give me more space.”

cinder: i’m inclined to being an asshole glynda: every time yr mean 2 me i’ll make u feel worse cinder: ah no. ah shit. i have to be nice??? ah fuck. what the shit is this.

Glynda thought of Ozpin. It wasn’t a comforting thought—more like the memory of a near-accident, like sliding on ice and feeling the world shift beneath you. It was a flinch-thought, and it would have made her miserable instead of just homesick had she not shut it out so quickly.

god the writing in this fic is so especially pristine. everything feels so real and visceral and you just know Exactly how that feels. it’s brilliantly punchy and i adore the way u get have the exact sensation click into place. it’s SO good.

She wondered if it was the same moon Bacia and Vivienne had looked upon. If they had felt the same beneath its pale light. The Great War had seen two shatterings of the moon, so perhaps it had appeared different, but… Glynda couldn’t help but wish that it was something they shared, even lifetimes apart.

👈😎👈

actually im a little nervous abt doing fingerguns because WHAT IF SMTHNG HAS CHANGED... but i think this bit is. safe. maybe. diesel. kc. am i safe,

Glynda closed her eyes and tried to feel out that instinctual power within her. Tried to know herself better. It resonated around her like a water in a tank, nearly palpable.

again this is just GREAT storytelling. i just LOVE how well kc and diesel turn abstract ideas into such physical manifestations it’s completely unreal. r y’all seein this shit???

upon checking his number, she’d discovered it had been blocked.

i love that glynda is abt as knowledgeable abt little jumps like this as the reader is. are we surprised as a reader? yes. is glynda also surprised? HELL YEAH SHE IS. SHE AIN’T GOT A FUCKIN CLUE MY DUDE.

Remembering the notes to herself not to trust Winter, Glynda opened the log hesitantly.

glynda no yr sending read receipts to yr future gf and thats a bad move on everybodys part

The indicator showed this wasn’t the first time Glynda had accessed the message. She couldn’t remember doing so. 

OH NO BITCH U ALREADY DID

“Special Operative Schnee, things are…” Glynda paused, searching for something suitably vague to say. “Proceeding.

do you see what i mean abt glynda’s ineptitude. it’s slapstick levels of ridiculous and i’m living for it.

Do you suspect she’s attempting to cross the border?”

“Maybe.”

‘sure,’ glynda says. ‘you could word it like that if you wanted to.’

“Bold of her, if nothing else. She should know there will—” Glynda skimmed through the rest of the paragraph to reach the end, the corners of her mouth curling. “—can make arrangements. Let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

HGSDFGKHJSFDGHKJDF JESUS CHRIST

its like in fallout 4 when someone tells u important info and when u click past it the main character just goes ‘uh huh’ ‘yeah’ ‘okay’ ‘sure’ ‘mm-hm’ as the text boxes whizz by GLYNDA PLEASE

Bubbles appeared, showing that Cinder was typing. Glynda waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The bubbles appeared and disappeared four times.

She flipped back to Cinder’s conversation and found that, after all that time, Cinder had finally settled on a reply.

It said:

“Good.”

i just had to pair these up for a second if only to say: dis me lol

okay let’s double back for a second just to cover this Juicy Lore:

If you’d like, I can arrange a bouquet of flowers to be left at your mothers’ memorial site. My thoughts are with you.”

For a long moment, Glynda simply stared at the screen. [...] In quick succession, she realized that it had been sixteen days since she’d met with Cinder in the restaurant and that it was soon to be the anniversary of her mothers’ deaths.

WHAT IS THIS LORE MA’AM AND MX??? **MA’X**??? firstly idk what the HELL the Black March tragedy is but im fascinated but also: did u have to do that. can ONE person in this fic not have [spoilers redacted cant say that yet no sir] problems??? no??? die. dsfhjgghjkfsddf

Glynda picked herself up from the armchair, neat and tidy, and disassembled into bed, pulling the covers up to her throat. With her Semblance, she turned off the lights. She closed her eyes.

It was quiet. Cold. The only thing she felt was the weight of her soul.

Her Scroll buzzed. Glynda answered it.

“Glynda.” It was Cinder. “I can feel that.”

okay following on from cinder’s text message, i just. love that cinder’s having such direct repercussions to her shitty shitty actions. like this is all tying together in some 👈😎👈 instances but having cinder be her usual callous self and having to literally turn around and start fucking Being Nice For Once is VERY gratifying. fuck you you lil round-faced one-braincelled baby. time to learn to have some Manners. jgdsfghsdfghfjd

She’d simply resigned to the loneliness of having no one to trust but Cinder, and then, not even having her.

... thats gay. hey lads is that gay? its gay. it feels gay.

On the other end of the line, Cinder let out a tight sigh. “Yeah. Okay, well—I’m in a difficult position right now. I’m balancing a lot. So, that wasn’t, you know, directed at you or whatever… I’m just trying to deliver you to Atlas. That’s all.”

“Yeah,” Glynda said. “This apology sucks.”

this feels like a reference to 👈👈👈😎👈👈👈 (IS IT. AM I RIGHT. IT IS ISNT IT) but also: LOOK AT CINDER GO. TRYING. BADLY. BUT TRYING. i love her she sucks so much shes such a dumbass. feel the consequences. feel them.

Glynda chided herself; Cinder Fall wasn’t capable of remorse, but she was more than capable of simple math. It seemed the worse she treated Glynda, the worse she herself would feel.

glynda: she’s doing this because it makes her feel better, not me cinder in like idk 20 chapters down the line:

(i guess thats another 👈😎👈 moment but for GOOD REASON)

There was a shift, like Cinder was rolling over, or maybe propping herself up. Was she in bed also? It triggered the remembrance of Glynda’s own physicality, and she turned over as well, searching in the dark for the nightstand and the lamp upon it. The light clicked on. The room brightened. Glynda settled in, ready.

OOOOOH THE PARALLELS. glynda turning the lights off and sinking into darkness and the void versus perking up and sitting up and turning the lights on when talking to cinder!!!!!!! POETIC CINEMA. OOF. OOF. HOW DOES FIFTEEN POINTS OF LOVE TASTE.

“Great! Lovely. Glad to hear it.” Fangs rounded out the words like scissors. A pleasant sense of satisfaction unfurled in Glynda’s chest. “So, once upon a fucking time—”

there were two gays and they were enemies to lovers but didnt know it yet. but they will be.

THATS CHAPTER 14 BABEY!!!!!!!! i LOVED this chap and i can rly feel kc and diesel gearing up for umbraroot. its great being able to like. feel the shift of focus goin on here and im SO ready to see this arc play out. once again offal hunt is the best fic ever made. this is a fact.

#rwby #liveblog #offal hunt #i almost typed 'offal hut' which is not the pizza hut experience i want