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captainlondonman · 8 days

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HiViz Tube

Carl stood on the crowded underground platform and thought

‘Yet again, it’s always so bloody full. I hate being stuck against all these people but every night it’s the same thing.’

The Tube rolled into the station and everyone jostled to get on board as soon as the doors opened, Carl like the others pushing to make sure he got on. He was wedged in unable to move or turn. As the Tube moved out of the station into the tunnel he was suddenly aware that someone behind him seemed to have a lump against his bum. He could only slightly turn but out the side of his eye he could see it was a bloke in full orange Hiviz. He was big and seemed to tower over Carl. As the tube rocked back and forwards he was suddenly aware that the lump was getting bigger as it pressed more and more into his arse. Not only was it pressing harder but he could feel the heavy nylon sliding back and forth across his arse cheeks. The lump was no longer a lump but he could feel a long thick shaft straining to get into his crack. It wasn’t just a thick shaft but felt like a log and he could feel it moving around inside the HiViz trousers. Feeling this pole tight against him and knowing no one else knew what was happening had Carl’s cock rigid. He had to place his hands over his heavy shaft so no one would notice or feel. He wanted this Hiviz guy to himself. The guy was pressing harder and harder and Carl could feel the smell of him, it was heavy with sweat and dirt. The guy was almost now leaning over him and he could feel the breath of cigarettes against his neck. Carl began to respond and pushed his arse back so he could feel the full length of the guy’s dick. He could feel the nylon sliding back and forwards. He moved from side to side and slightly up and down with the movement of the Tube. Christ he wanted that guys cock up his arse, to be riden by this massive cock.

He could feel the guy’s breathing harder and harder and his own cock pressed against his hand made him aware that there was a damp patch from his precum as he was now so worked up. Carl was suddenly aware that a pair of hands were exploring the opening of his trouser pocket trying to push their way inside. He was helpless to do anything as he had to keep his own hands over his rigid pole. The thick hand started moving down inside his trousers until they were able to grab not only his balls but the other hand was holding Carl’s cock which had fully inched down inside his trousers. Carl looked down and could see the Hiviz jacket around his front the hands now fully down inside working his cock and balls. Instinctively Carl pushed even harder against the guy’s cock with greater rythmn the more his cock was rubbed.

‘Shit I’m on the tube and this guy is about to make me cum and I can’t stop myself, I just want to explode regardless of the mess. The Guy now almost had his mouth at Carl’s neck the breathing even harder and quicker. Above the noise of the tube Carl heard a voice say quietly

‘o one let yourself go, think of my dick up that lovely arse of yours. Think of me in full Hiviz behind you and how great it would be for you in Hiviz the two of us fucking together. Let me hand jerk you off ,you know it’s what you want. You love being taken like this. None but me knows you are about to shoot your load. So go for it mate let my hand feel that cum of yours running down your leg.’

Hearing the guy talk dirty was too much and with one last shove backwards into the HIviz covered cock Carl came and shot his bolt the spunk running down his leg.

‘Christ how am I gonna to get out with all this spunk’ was his immediate thought but part of him couldn’t care. He has just had this real Hiviz workie jack him off with no one knowing.

The guy leant forwards and whispered into his ear

‘Take this HiViz vest and cover all that spunk on your trousers. By the way when you get home check your trouser pocket.’

Putting the HiViz vest in front of him Carl moved to get out of the Tube, and already he could feel his cum starting to harden on his legs. He didn’t dare look down to see what mess there was seeping through his trousers but he wanted to look round and see the workie who had given him the best wank ever. The guy he could quickly see was tall and thick set , a muscle guy with shaved head and heavy facial growth. As Carl looked at him the guy winked and smirked mouthing ‘see you soon mate’

As soon as Carl got home he took off his trousers to wash but put his hand into the pocket as instructed. There was a small box with 3 pills and a note on the top saying Take one each night when going to bed. Attached to the box was a note

Go to the Public Toilets in Brewer Street at 6.30 tomorrow. Don’t be late.

Christ how did the guy manage all this when they we rammed up against one another in the Tube. But he had. Thinking of the Hiviz workie started making his cock hard again but he decided to save up his spunk for another wank later.

Going to bed he took one of the pills not knowing what they were but feeling the guy was not trying to hurt him especially if he said see you again. In no time Carl was asleep and he started having vivid dreams of big workies in full hi viz all having sex, fucking, wanking, sucking, all in dirty gear, smoking their ciggies, swearing, being everything Carl was not but as he slept so his cock was so rigid it almost hurt him. He had never had such dreams and never had such a boner. When he woke he realised that he had had a wet dream and was lying in his crispy cum. As he came to he felt different but could not work it out but there was something of a change in him. Stumbling out of bed he looked at himself in the mirror.

He had changed. His body had bulked out not a lot but there was more shape , a 6 pack and wide shoulders, he was definitely taller, his hair was much darker and he had a heavier facial growth. Best of all his cock seemed a big longer and definitely thicker.

‘I look bloody fantastic’ he thought to himself.

Carl kept thinking of his instructions for the Public Toilets and every time he thought of what had happened on the Tube and what might happen today , his cock was stiff and so hard but he decided not to wank so he had his balls full of cum for the evening.

Just before the time Carl arrived at the Toilets. There was no one around. He opened the door and went in but there was no sign of anyone. Suddenly the door banged shut behind him and he could hear the door being locked.

‘So you came’ he heard a voice boom out. Carl turned round and it was not the guy from the Tube but another. He was also massive and in Full Hiviz, an orange jacket and trousers and rigger boots. He had a full beard and close cropped hair. His belly was sticking out and caused his dirty T shirt to rise so Carl could see the hairy chest.

‘Next step forward for you mate’ he said rubbing his crotch. ‘I hear you liked me mate rubbing his dick across yer crack. He’s got a fucking great cock. And mine ain’t bad either. Hope you like the smell of piss which is why you are here. Fucking rank ain’t it.’

Sure enough Carl’s lungs felt the bitter heavy smell of piss

The workie rubbed his big hands over his crotch and unzipped.

‘Not time to take it out yet. I want you to get on yer knees and check out my dirty jock. Get down now’

He shouted.

Carl was in a haze but knew he had to obey. He got down in front of the workie his face close to the jockstrap. He could see the jockstrap was already straining with the workies cock and balls. But it was the overriding smell of stale piss and a cock that had not been washed in days. Cheesy, dirty, andthe jock yellow from all the piss stains. For a moment Carl almost wanted to throw up but there was no getting out of it and the more he inhaled the more he liked the smell. He wanted to get his mouth around the jockstrap and let his saliva mix with all the piss.

‘That’s it mate get your mouth on my jock and gobble.’

Carl started to lick the fabric and it was like drinking pure piss. It was bitter but fuck it tasted great.

‘I said gobble boy.’

Putting his hands up to feel the heavy balls, Carl put his mouth around the cock and started to suck. The more his saliva washed over the material the more the piss became stronger and the workies cock started quickly to get bigger and thicker until Carl was almost choking.

‘Just as I thought mate you love the taste of piss and a rancid cock. Dirty bugger but that’s how I like me blokes. Now get me out of me jock and you can see my fucking heavy balls and thick dick.’

Carl took both his hands and pulled out the jock letting the workies cock spring out. He was right it was massive a good 9” uncut and thick but his boner was so hard that the foreskin was already peeling back to show a shiny head.

��You ain’t sucking this one mate but I can see you loved the smell and taste of my piss so you can drink all I’ve got stored up. This is a fucking toilet for guys to piss in so that’s what I’m gonna do and you can be my bloody piss bowl. Now sit back. As me shaft is nice and hard this is gonna come out like a fucking fountain so get that mouth of yours up close. Whatever you don’t take is gonna run down you and it would be a shame to waste any of my piss. Open that fucking mouth of yours wide.’

Carl had never had a golden shower before but having sucked the stale piss from the workie’s jockstrap he knew this is what he really wanted now.

‘Ready boy its coming, open wide.’

It was like a bloody fountain and suddenly the deep yellow piss erupted from the workie’s cock horizontally, gushing out into Carl’s mouth. For a second there was a burning sensation at the back of his throat but he had to swallow and fast as the piss was steaming out of the workies cock. But there was so much he could not gulp it down fast enough. It started to run down his shirt front, but he managed to swallow harder so there was not a full stream of piss running down him. In fact the taste he loved so much he was gulping down ever faster.

‘Shit mate I’ve never see a guy take piss like you. Just as well I filled myself up before seeing you.’

The stream started to slow down until it was dripping and then the workie shook his cock so the piss drops spattered over Carl’s face

Carl sat back exhausted as the workie put his hand put and pulled him up so they faced each other. He pressed Carl against him so he could feel the guys wet cock rub against his own hard crotch. The workie put his hands around Carl’s neck and pulled him in to tongue him hard.

‘Great to kiss and taste me own piss. Well mate you look a bit of a mess so take this dirty vest and wipe yourself but don’t get home and wash it. Also put on this Hiviz jacket I brought along. It’ll cover you up. Probably a bit big just for now. So I’ll leave you but take this note and be on time.’

The workie unlocked the door and went out leaving Carl to read the note:

Be at the bin area behind the offices on Bridge Street tomorrow at 6.30.

What was going on. First the guy on the tube, now this in the Public Toilets and now a meeting at the bins tomorrow. Can’t figure it out but it sure is exciting. Putting on the Hiviz which was on the big side Carl went home hoping no passerby could smell the piss on him though he loved it and hadn’t bothered to use the dirty T shirt to wipe it off him.

Going to bed he took another pill and kept his piss stained shirt on. He wanted to feel the workie letting rip from that big cock of his. Again all night he could only dream of sex with workies. Who else could be as good in different ways. Next morning he felt again different and checked himself out. He was now even bigger and had real muscle definition . not only that but his chest was covered with a thin film of dark hair from the base of his neck all the way down and round his cock and balls. His cock was also bigger and better still thicker. Having had an uncut cock he was now cut with a massive head much wider than his haft. The arms were now with a dark hair covering and his hair was shorter but curly. It still seemed his face behind the heavy 2 day growth but it was as if his dream of being a real muscle boy was coming true and he loved being more hairy. He tried on the HiViz jacket and it was a better fit than last night though still a bit big.

He impatiently waited for later in the day and decided that for his meeting he would wear the dirty ripped T shirt wiich smelt of stale body odour and sweat as well as the Hiviz vest and jacket. But now none of his trousers fitted him with his increased size plus his arse had become a real rounded bum but he managed to find an old pair of joggers. Even his underpants were now tight so he decided to go commando and let this larger cock of his show itself off. He didn’t give a fuck who might see. A cock that size is something to be proud of he thought. Let it swing from side to side as I walk

At 6 he found the large bins behind the office building and between them a workie was standing smoking a ciggie. It was yet another workie. This one was a young guy, in full orange Hiviz like the other two with only a Hiviz vest so carl could see his muscled body and hairy chest. His hair was long and tied back with a heavy black beard. His arms were even more muscled than his chest with thick dirty hands. He was wearing a pair a dirty waders which came up to his crotch. His flies were open and his hand was inside playing with himself.

‘Thought I’d give myself a good rub while waiting for you mate. Jed who wanked you off on

the tube told me what a randy little bugger you are and Pete who let you drink his piss said you couldn’t gulp it down quick enough. So we have another task for you in amongst the stinking bins. All us workies like bins and the smell and dirt.’

With that the workie put his hand further down his trousers and pulled out his half hard cock.

‘So mate I need to good suck and I want this big prick of mine all the way down your throat. I want you to almost gag cause once I’m fully hard I’m big man and these balls of mine haven’t been emptied for a couple of days so you’ll need to swallow a hell of a lot. So get down on your knees and tell me whose cock you like best but looking at you I reckon as long as its big that’s OK by you.’

Carl watched at the workie stroked his shaft seeing his semi hard big dick swell to be fully erect and at least 9” and probably larger than Pete’s certainly a thicker shaft. Seeing the guys cock stretching out from his HiViz trousers was all Carl needed to get down and put his firm hand around the width of the prick.

‘Lemme hold mate,’ Carl said already drooling at the thought of sucking the dick.

‘Hope you can get your hand around mate, its big.’

‘It sure is and bigger than Pete’s.’

‘Shit man look at your face your fucking keen to swallow me. Bet you like wearing the HiViz don’t you.

‘Makes me feel more like a workie and better here in among the refuse carts. Me part workie gear and seeing that cock of yours jutting out from your gear is all I want.’

‘Good man that’s what I wanna hear.’

‘Get my balls out and have a good feel. You’ll see how heavy they are with cum that will go all the way down that throat of yours. That’s it, give em a good squeeze and yank then down. Don’t be afraid a bit of pain never did harm to anyone.’

Carl pulled hard and the workie flinched with pain.

‘Fucking great man now get you mouth working my head I want you to get yer spit all the way around it, and make sure you get your tongue into my slit. I like feeling it being opened up with spit.’

Carl let his tongue work its way around the pulsating head and then grabbing the guys shaft put his tongue deep into the cock slit filling it with his spit.

‘Fucking hell mate no need to ram yer tongue all the way up but it feels fucking great. Now get going on my full dick.’

Carl let his breathing start slowly knowing he would have to make every effort to take the full length but for now he worked his tongue all the way around the head letting the guy start to moan with pleasure. He opened his mouth wider and let his throat take in the shaft gently, the guy arching back with pleasure. The more the cock entered his mouth the more Carl wanted it all the way down his throat. He wanted the workie’s cum to shoot all the way down to the pit of his stomach and taste very drop.

‘That’s it mate get it all the way down. I want to feel it all the way down that throat of yours. Looks as if you need a helping hand.’

And with that he put his hands around Carl’s head and pushed his face into his cock brutally so that Carl gagged.

‘Stop the fucking gagging mate just breathe and it will slide all the way down.’ With the spit bubbling of out his mouth Carl took all the cock.

‘I fucking knew you’d take it all mate. Soon as I saw that big mouth of yours. It’s had a few cocks down it before.’

Carl could feel the guy’s pubes brushing against his lips. He was all the way down and he took hold of the workie’s balls and yanked to let him know he was fully in control.

‘That’s it boy squeeze those balls to make my cum ready. Let me move that head of yours in and out, nice and slow so I feel the spit washing over my shaft.

That’s good, now let’s speed things up a bit as I’m loving this and my cocks telling me its nearly time.’

Carls own cock was so fucking hard he wanted to cum as well and with his other hand he was stroking his dick though his joggers, loving feeling the material rubbing up and down his shaft. He knew he was also almost ready to shoot.

‘I can see you mate working yourself off. I want you to fucking well cum in those pants of yours. That’s it lemme see you jack yourself as you suck me.

Shit man I’m fucking ready. Take all my fucking cum, Christ I’m cumming.’ The workie let rip with all the stored up cum in his heavy balls and Carl could feel it shooting down his throat, salty and creamy, and thick. There was so much he couldn’t take it all and some started oozing out his mouth down his chin. The workie was groaning hard and hearing him and taking the full cum load was too much for Carl and he shot wad after wad of cum into his joggers, the cum seeping out and all down his inside leg.

As Carl let his mouth part from the workies cock he kept licking all the remains of the cum his lips covered in cum.

‘Shit man you can sure suck best blow job for a while. Looking at you you’d better put on these hiviz trousers over your joggers which look pretty messed up with all that cum of yours. As a thank you take this pair of rigger boots. Finally mate expect to see you tomorrow at 5. You’ll know where to come after tonight.’

Zipping up his trousers the workie started to move off. ‘What a fucking bloke this one is’. He said.

Carl wiped his mouth but wanted to savour the bitter taste of the workie’s cum as long as possible. At least this time he had shot his bolt and again he could feel his cum running down inside his leg in the joggers. Thank God the workie had given him the hiviz trousers.

When he got home he realised there was only one pill left to take and feeling well and truly done from his blow job he went off to bed not knowing where he was meant to go the next day but the guy seemed certain that somehow he would know.

Again it was night full of erotic dreams of workies in full gear and it seemed as if his cock was on fire it was so stiff. He got out of bed and immediately looked in the mirror.

Bloody hell who was he looking at? As he moved his hands he realised that the reflection was indeed him but the body and everything seemed different. He was now a good 6’3”, and bursting with muscle, a huge pair of pecs with big red erect nipples, muscled arms full of tats, big hands with dirty fingernails. Shit what a bubble arse. He felt he could almost balance a tray on it. His whole body was covered in a mass of dark curly hair and when he turned the hair was over and well into his arse crack. His cock we even bigger, now over 9” with such a meaty shaft and his balls hung down far looking as though they had been pumped up. What he could not believe was the large thick steel cock ring. Where the fuck had that come from but it made his prick look even bigger and not just bigger but his dick was sticking out big time. His hair was short and very curly but it was the thick black beard that so shocked him, as curly as his head hair.

‘Fucking hell’ he shouted and as he shouted he realised that his voice had totally changed. It was much deeper and had a strong Midland accent. He talked as if he was a local Brummie lad. He just stared and stared at his reflction and started to rub his hands over his body. He was sex on legs and when he put his hands down to his dick it started to throb and the shaft lifted until not only was it quickly horizontal but it was fucking sticking upright like a bloody flagpole.

None of his clothes were going to fit him so how the hell was he going to get out for his meeting. Then he realised that he now had a full set of orange Hiviz which up to now was always on the big side for him Surely at least these would fit. He laid everything out and opened up the rigger boots to see a pair of stained white socks which smelt so cheesy but he had to wear them. Knowing they may belong to someone else made him feel even hornier. Then he put on the HiViz trousers from last night. They were the perfect fit and there was room in them for his huge cock to stick straight out. He then struggled into the tight fitting stained T shirt which showed his nipples big time, then the vest and after the jacket. All a perfect fit. Finally he put on the worn rigger boots and tied themn p. Standing in front of the mirror he looked every inch the muscle workie, who worked on a building site and he realised he was looking at the person he had been dreaming about for the last few nights. He was the image of the guy who made him feel so horny all night. He was the image of the man and workie that he wanted to be not just look like but to be in every way. This was the dream come true. In full Hiviz gear there was only one place he was meant to be at and he knew.

He walked across town in his full gear and noted the number of people who started at him. He knew he looked so fucking great and no doubt some were looking at his cock swinging about in his HiViz trousers. At 5 o’clock he was standing outside the Portacabin. All the workies seemed to have gone home but he knew this was the right place and the right time. He knocked on the door and heard a voice boom out

‘Come in mate.’

He opened the door and walked in Sitting around a table leaning back with their rigger boots on the table were the three Workies from the last three days, Jed, the Tube guy, Pete the piss man and then Ted who he had sucked off the night before.

‘Fucking hell man, welcome, we’ve been waiting for you. You looking fucking amazing lad better than we could have hoped for. How do you feel.’

‘What do you think’, Carl answered, ‘fucking fantastic like a real dirty muscle workie It don’t feel better and it’s all thanks to you lads.’

Jed answered, ‘As soon as that arse of yours touched by dick on the tube I knew what you wanted to be. It didn’t take much to know . And Christ your arse looked good before but now what a fucking great bubble arse you have. The three of us have been waiting for you and we are all feeling fucking horny now we see you. Jed stood up and walked towards Carl. Immediately Carl could see that Jed was more than just horny his cock was horizontal in his HiViz and he had his hand over his cock squeezing his length. He came up to Carl and put his hand over his arse letting it explore the 2 mounds of tight flesh through the heavy nylon. ‘That’s what I call a fucking great arse mate. I was only able to rub against you a few nights ago but now you can take it all mate all the way up. You loved the feel of it before but with my cock between those cheeks of yours you fucking well have me ride you.

The other two guys had taken their legs off the table and with their legs wide open started giving the ‘sother cocks a good rub all the time staring at Carl and Jed.

Jed put his arms around Carl’s waist and undid his flies and as the HiViz dropped so he put his hands down the length of Carl’s shaft.

‘The Cock ring was a good idea eh mate. Shit gives you a real monster there but that fucking arse of yours is amazing.’ Jed took his hands and rubbed them over the hairy buns tweaking them to see how tight they were.

‘That’s one tight pair of cheeks you have there.’ Jed unzipped himself and took out his throbbing cock then buttoned the top so he was still in HiViz but his cock and balls were out, his cock ramrod stiff.

‘Lemme drop some spit onto my shaft and it will be easier for you to take but that hole of yours looks big enough for anything. What you guys doing rubbing one another . Get up and get yer cocks out. We need to give Carl here a good welcome. I want him to feel he has all 3 of us. I’ll fuck, Pete you suck and Ted get that cock of yours back into his mouth. Sounds as if he loved the blow job he gave you last night.

‘Fuck or suck Jed, I’m up for anything seeing you about to fuck him. My cock itching to cum. Jake took a hand and placed it on Carl’s hairy back pushing him into the bending position, his other hand rubbing his spit up and down his shaft. In the half standing position Ted stood in front giving himself a good rub aiming his cock at carl’s mouth. Meanwhile Pete was on the floor lining himself up to suck Carl off.

Pete said. ‘You’ve given me the hard part with this monster of a cock he has.’

‘Shut the fuck up Pete you’ve sucked a good many cocks before so you know what to do.’

Suddenly Carl felt Jed’s cock push against his slit his hands pulling his cheeks apart to get to the hole. Taking it easy Jed let his cock find the centre of the hole and once there slowly pushed till his thick head was inside. Carl jerked with the initial pain but knew he wanted every inch that Jed had. The other two guys were checking and when they saw Jed’s cock fully in, they went to work.

‘I’m all the way up to the hilt lads so start and that means you Carl need to get Ted’s cock inside you. He’s kept it nice of stinking of stale piss cause he said you loved it. Feeling Jed’s cock inside him he leant forward to Ted the smell of piss filling his nostrils and he remember the piss game they had and he wanted that cock down his throat. As Ted’s cock entered his mouth so he suddenly felt Pete’s mouth touching the tip of his cock. He was licking softly testing him out top see the reaction.

‘Fucking hell Pete don’t just play with me take my full shaft I’m so fucking horny with you guys’.

Ted said ‘Shut the fuck up and concentrate on my prick and get sucking.’

Jed started to take his cock out and then ram it back up Carl’s arse so he could feel Jed’s pubes against his own hairy arse. As Jed pushed him forward so he took in more and more of Ted’s shaft. Moving forward made Pete take in Carl’s cock further and further down his throat until Pete could feel the taste of the metal cock ring.

The only one who could properly talk was Jed and Ted could only groan with Carl working his mouth up and down the length of his rod.

Jed moaned as he pushed in and out faster and faster saying

‘What a fucking welcome. The lad’s being speared, sucked and gobbing. Shit man what a four we are. Who’d want to be anything but a fucking workie.’

Jed now grasped Carl’s waist as he fucked harder and harder, the pressure on his waist making Carl suck ever harder feeling the mix of piss and precum in his mouth. Pete had one hand around Carl’s balls as he slid his mouth in and out faster and faster, his other hand working his own cock wanking at the same speed.

‘Come on lads I want us all to shoot our load at the same time a multiple orgasm from us boys OK? Shit I’m ready man.’

Gripping Carl’s waist Jed shot his hot spunk into his arse and Ted seeing Jed cum let fly with with his own creamy spunk down Carl’s throat. Feeling cum back and front was enough for Carl to shoot the cum from his heavy balls into Pete’s mouth and as the spunk oozed out and down his HiViz jacket so Pete spurted his load shot after shot against Carl’s Hiviz trousers.

After their climax and groaning had subsided they moved apart taking their hands to wipe off the excess cum.

Carl was the first to speak. ‘That was fucking amazing I’ve never had a gang bang like that before. Fucked sucked and sucking, Christ is this what being a workie is all about.’

‘I knew you’d want to be one of us mate. We were looking for a new recruit and you fit the bill perfectly. Shit don’t know how we will ever get any work down. But next time we change over roles and as you were the one fucked you can decide who does what.

‘You are all so fucking great I’ll need to think about.’

‘Well don’t think for too long as we are up for another session later.

Welcome to the workie Hiviz club Carl.’

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pigeonwit · 4 months

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hello again mr pigeon 'pidge' wit i come to u with a writing req ....... no pressure to write obviously!!!!

but consider ur shitface drunk davey w jack (potentially friends too) at a restaurant ... javey aren't together at this point ... but davey is just a little too drunk and ends up pretty much lying with his head on jacks lap ... cue 'jack, I don't wanna go all the way home all by myself ....... can I come home with you?' and jack being the smitten pushover he is of course lets David 'Lightweight' Jacobs sleep in his bed with him ...

davey wakes up has no recollection of what happened and is SO concerned when he wakes up in jacks bed - jack is shirtless - and oh lord he's SO hungover .... anyway ...

consider also jack waking up and saying 'hey beautiful' and Davey short circuiting and jack shrugging and saying 'well u seemed to like it just fine last night'

sorry for the long af ask but this????? in your writing style!!!!! I would shit myself /pos

roman i have had this in my inbox for so long cause i want to write this so goddamn badly but alas uni is killing me, so that's probably not gonna happen for a while. BUT! i do have little snippets for your convenience, because again, this idea was so fun and i wanted to write it so so badly. hope these can tide you over:

“Davey,” Jack says, far more charmed than he should be, because he is pathetic, “maybe you oughta take a break for a bit, you’re-”

“Don’t worry yourself, handsome,” Davey winks, and Jack immediately feels his stomach drop. They have entered Flirty Drunk Davey, which means Jack is going to be of no help for the entire evening. “I’m a big boy, I can make my own decisions, and I’m deciding to get sloshed tonight.” He drums his hands on the table as he gets up and shoots Jack a finger-gun as he stumbles only slightly. “Livin’ la vida loca!”

Oh, Jack is a sad man. Jack is a weak, pathetic little man who is in love with someone that just said livin’ la vida loca unironically. Jack is a sad, sad man.

[…]

“And iguanodons,” Davey says quite seriously, with one finger raised like a very wobbly professor,“iguanodons, they walk like – like this…”

He shapes each of his hands into three-toed points and leans forward to plant them on the floor.

“Oh, no-” Jack says quickly, taking his wrists and gently pulling him upright. “No, Davey, that’s okay, don’t – don’t crawl on the floor, pal.”

Davey looks at him with the largest eyes Jack’s ever seen in his life.

“But that’s how iguanodons walk…” He says plaintively, like Jack is a monster who is stifling a very important display of science, and Jack is so pathetically gone for him that he’s almost tempted to say, ‘I’m sorry Davey, by all means crawl around on the floor like a dinosaur, I love you so much.’ Christ, he needs to skip town, go somewhere so repressed he’ll never even think about feelings again without curling up and dying of shame. Britain, maybe. Or wherever the Amish live.

“I know, bud,” Jack soothes, rubbing a hand down his back. “You, uh – you just show me later, okay? We’re going inside now.”

[…]

Right. Right. Breathe. Facts. That’s what Davey needs. Facts.

Fact one: he is currently in Jack’s bed, in Jack’s sweatpants.

Fact two: he cannot remember how he got into either Jack’s bed or Jack’s sweatpants.

Fact three: Jack is making pancakes. Shirtless. With a bit of batter stuck to his collarbone that Davey really wants to lick.

(Fact three, subheading: Davey might still be a little bit drunk)

Conclusion: Davey had literally mind-blowing sex last night while more drunk than a Baltic tide and has thus not only ruined the best friendship he’s ever had, but can’t even reminisce over the memory of it to soothe the wound. Fantastic.

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Sorrows

"You don't miss me Jack, I don't know why you're trying to convince me that.”

You were out and having fun with your friends Chloe and Halle they had invited you to tag along with them for the Grammy's after party and you knew there was going to be a 50/50 chance that you'd run into Jack and gosh you wished you hadn't.

Instead you were trapped in a corner with your newly ex trying his best to win you back.

The love both of you had for one another was very strong but there was so much troublesome in your relationship with Jack. He acted as if he reciprocated the same energy as you but he did and there was so much unfaithfulness that you knew you had to end it.

You were lying if you said you weren't yearning for his touch some nights.

"Come on Y/N stop acting like that. You know you miss me just as much as I miss you, let's stop playing this cat and dog game and just kiss and makeup."

He slurred his words, you scrunch your nose up in disgust. Jack was never a drinker but the smell of beer and tequila reeked all over him.

"Jack just move so I can go home we're done and we've been over this many times." You tried to squeeze past him but he was budging.

The two of you were so deeply and madly in love you had a strong relationship and connection right from the start but somewhere in there things started to crumble and end badly on

Jack's end of course. You were lying if you didn't say there was still some underlying love there.

"Please Y/N one more chance that's all l'm asking for and if I don't prove you wrong then WIlleave you alone." You sighed heavily, looking up at him you smiled faintly as he smirked down at you. You hated the way he had you wrapped around his finger.

"Fine, but this is your last chance Jack and if you fuck this up l'm don-.?

"Done with me for good I know I know, I'll text you later baby, I love youuuu." He song sang before removing himself from you and walking away. You watched as he walked away and sighed. Things could either be changing for the better or for the worse.

The next day

“Wait hold up so you took him back? Y/N I thought we were leaving all these weirdo dudes behind this year.” It was the following morning you had spent the night at Chloe’s and of course she was nagging and going on and on about Jack.

“What was I supposed to do Chloe? He had me cornered and I mean I sort of kinda miss him.” You mumbled.

“Are you being serious? Are you hearing everything that’s coming out of your mouth right now. He played you like a violin and you’re taking him back like nothing.” Chloe had a point Jack made you look like a fool on the internet he played you many many times but you went back to him every time.

“It is what it is Chloe just please be nice when he comes to pick me up later please. For my sake at least.” Chloe thought about it for a second with a stone cold look on her face before giving you a half smile.

“For you I’ll let it go but if he acts weird or if I catch him doing something shady I’ll kill him myself.” She joked and went back to stuffing her mouth with pancakes. “Oh I know you will Chloe.”

Later that night

You honestly didn’t even feel like going out tonight all you wanted to do was stay inside and stay warm, winter just started in Louisville and you hated how cold it always got. But staying inside wasn’t an option when it came to Chloe.

You got up and started getting ready for the party is wasn’t anything fancy just a little gathering so you decided on some leggings and a pink hoodie, Jack had gifted you awhile back. After you finished you sat in-front of your vanity and started on your makeup.

You were about to apply your lashes when you got a message. Looking down you noticed it was Jack. You quickly opened the message and rolled your eyes when you read it.

Jack 💗

- sorry baby I can’t make it tonight.. I’m stuck in the studio but I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow 💕

You were about to give him shit because it was always something when it came to him but you realized he was getting more popular now and hanging out with you came came second to everything.

You had a gut feeling that he wasn’t telling the truth but you couldn’t help it. He was a liar and a damn good one at that. You always questioned everything that came out of his mouth nowadays.

You quickly texted him back saying it was fine and you’d love to meet up with him tomorrow to which he responded by leaving you on read.

“Figures.” You mumbled but you weren’t about to let this bring you down.

“Who are you over there texting?” “It’s Y/N.” Urban spit out his drink he never thought in a million years he’d be hearing your name coming out of Jack’s mouth again.

“Wait you two are back together or something?! when did this happen.” Jack put his phone down before giving his attention to Urban.

“Yesterday, I followed her to the bathroom and basically cornered her and asked if she’d take me back.”

“So you’re together again?” Jack shrugged his shoulders “I mean I wouldn’t exactly say that but whatever floats your boat.” Urban was confused now and wasn’t understanding anything Jack was saying.

“What does that mean exactly?” Jack sighed. “I mean come on Urban I’m Jack Harlow you know how many girls will die to have a night with me.”

Urban didn’t wanna hear anything else Jack even had to say mainly because he knew a bunch of bullshit was about to come out his mouth.

“Y/N is a good fuck and that’s all.”

Urban didn’t like that one bit even though Urban was use to Jack using girls he didn’t think Jack would ever talk about you that way. You were one in a million and ever dude in Louisville knew that.

Instead of arguing with Jack, Urban suggested they go check out the party you were going to tonight.

“We can’t go there Y/N is going to be there.” The last thing Jack wanted to do was run into you especially after he told you he’d be in the studio. “We can go to Sunni’s party then?” “Yeah that sounds good.”

“Y/N are you almost ready? I hope not because plans got changed we’re going to Sunni’s party. So you might wanna dress down a bit.” Chloe yelled from downstairs.

“What? for what? I was excited for the little get together.” You pouted and put on you all white new balances.

“I guess Ella got sick last minute so Sunni’s party it is.” Your nose scrunched up to the sound of Sunni’s name it isn’t that you didn’t like Sunni he was just one of the main reasons for Jack’s not so loyal ways.

On the way to Sunni’s house Jack was the only thing on your mind you twiddled and turned the ring he had gifted you on your anniversary and smiled weakly at it. It was a promise ring with your birthstone in the middle.

“You know I lied I’m glad you’re back with lover boy I guess.” Chloe joked making you smile at her. “What happened to wanting to kill him earlier?”

“I know you really love him Y/N, I can see how happy he makes you.” Jack made you very happy you just really wished this time around was really different.

Once you pulled up to Sunni’s house you noticed the familiar black Range Rover parked in the driveway.

“Is that Jack’s car? Or am I delusional.” “I’m not sure but didn’t you say he was at the studio?” Chloe said.

You looked back at the car one last time before shrugging your shoulders and letting it go, maybe it was someone else’s car.

The minute you entered Sunni’s house you wish you hadn’t. There was people making out on the couch a few people throwing up outside but what caught your eye was a familiar long haired kentuckian on the couch.

“Urban is that you?” Urban cursed when he heard your voice but he couldn’t let it show that something was up. “Y/N? What are you doing here.” He said with a tight smile, Urban wasn’t that great when under pressure.

“The other party got canceled so we decided to tag along here, I’m surprised you’re here I thought you would’ve been at the studio with Jack.” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“At the studio?” “Yeah that’s where Jack said he’d be tonight.” You watched him intensely as he fiddled with his fingers.

“Oh right yeah no I didn’t wanna go you know I’m always with Jack I just needed some me time.” Urban laughed nervously before turning his attention to anything other than you.

“Are you okay Urban? You seem a bit off.” You noticed the way his chest started to rise and fall and the way his hands clenched around the shot.

“I’m good Y/N, I just need some air so if you don’t mind I’m just gonna step outside for a bit.” He quickly got up and stepped around you. Before you could say anything he was dashing through the crowd of sweaty bodies.

“Well that wasn’t weird at all.” You flopped on the couch and just leaned back watching everyone dance and sing. Man how you wished Jack was here or something you missed him so much being in his arms was some place you’d rather be.

Eventually the many shots of tequila got to you and the only thing calling your name was the nearest bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Chloe removed herself from the guy she was making out with.

“I gotta go pee or else I’m gonna go right here and right now.” You squealed as you did the potty dance. “You want me to come with? I don’t want you to go alone.” By the look of the guys facial expression he didn’t want Chloe going with you.

“No, I’ll be real quick.” She was hesitant but let you go.

Urban eventually came back inside and that’s when he noticed you weren’t on the black leather couch anymore. His eyes widened as he scanned the room, that’s when he saw the back of Chloe’s head.

“Where is Y/N?” Urban asked Chloe, the guy groaned as Chloe pulled away again. “In the bathroom.” Urban’s eyes widened. He knew Jack was upstairs probably deep in some random chick.

Chloe raised her eyebrows. “What’s that face for? Is she not allowed to use the bathroom.”

“I mean she is like she can I just fuck I’ll be back.” Urban quickly dashed up the stairs and after you.

“Hello?! Is somebody in there I have to use the bathroom.” You sighed and banged on the door all you wanted to do was pee.

“Just a minute.” Some girl yelled from behind the door. “Please hurry I have a really weak bladder and I have to go.” You cried out as you began to shift from one leg to another.

“Y/N.” You turned around seeing it was Urban. “Hey Urban.” “Whatcha doing? You know there’s another bathroom downstairs.” Urban knew he had to try and get you downstairs before Jack came out of the bathroom.

“I don’t think I’ll make it downstairs besides she’s almost done.” His eyes grew twice the size. “She?!” Urban yelled which startled you because you weren’t sure what his issue was or why he was yelling. “Yeah she? As in a girl.” You said slowly trying to make sure he understands.

“Well I’m sure if you just run you’d make it.” He tried taking your hand and leading you to the other bathroom but you weren’t nudging.

“Urban can you stop what’s your issue? You’ve been acting weird ever since I got here.” You placed your hands on your hips.

“Are you hiding something from me? If you are tell me what it is.”

“What?” He huffed and laughed.

“You know I’d never hide anything from you Y/N.” You weren’t falling for it and just as you were about to press him to tell you more the bathroom door opened revealing the girl.

“That was so much fun I’m definitely giving you my number so we can have a round two or three, thank you again Jack.” She giggled and placed a big sloppy kiss to his freckled nose.

“Jack?” You said and turned around slowly watching as some red haired chick gave you a look of disgust before brushing past Urban and You.

Jack’s smirk was quickly gone once he saw you standing there.

“Y/N?! What are you doing here.” He said nervously. “I could ask you the same thing Jack, this definitely doesn’t seem like the studio.” You mumbled.

“Uh I got out early and I ended up just coming here to kick it for a bit.”

“Right you just came here to kick it but it seems like the hickey on your neck says otherwise.”

You felt like a fool because once again he had played you but there wasn’t going to be any second chances this time.

“I’m done with you Jack all you do is play in my face I’ve given you chances after chances and you just love to make me look like a fool.” He watched how your eyes begun to get teary. “I hate you so much Jack and I mean that.”

He went to step closer to you but you stepped back. “Please let’s talk about this somewhere else.”

“There isn’t anything to talk about we’re over with Jack.” He tried to grab you but you pulled away and quickly ran away.

Urban clapped his hands slowly which gained Jack’s attention. “I hope you’re happy Jack.”

“Oh fuck off Urban you know she’ll come running back.” Urban chucked. “I don’t think so Jack but if you don’t mind I have a friend to find.”

Jack watched as Urban ran after you, Jack didn’t feel any type of sorrow at first until it finally hit him maybe you were really done with him but he didn’t just lose you that night he also lost his best friend.

“Y/N! Stop running please.” Urban cried out. He sighed in relief when you finally stopped running and leaned against his cry. When he was close enough you just cried in his chest and Urban just let you cry it out.

“Let me take you home please?” You sniffled and nodded and got into the car. You were exhausted mentally and physically.

The entire ride home Jack was the only thing on your mind. Maybe this was how things were supposed to be all along maybe he wasn’t the one for you. Maybe things were never going to be the way you painted them out to be. But something in you so badly wanted things to be different this way but boy were you wrong.

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Dueling Cameras

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.2k

Oh Klahoma - Jack Stauber " Go on and hand me your clothes, Take a picture or two, I can see you"

“Come on Willa,” Sam yelled from across the house.

“I’m grabbing my shoes and I’ll be ready!” I responded.

As I come to the front of the house I find Sam squatting down to put Penelope's leash on. Those two are always inseparable.

“Y’ready?” He says when he notices me watching them.

“Absolutely, let's go.” I say as I give him a quick kiss.

As we ride to the fair, I look out the window while Sam sings along to what’s playing over the speakers.

“Workin’ on our night moves.

Tryin’ to make some front page drive-in news.”

I look over to him sitting in the driver's seat. “Still stuck in your head?”

“I’ve spent too many nights helping Jake close the bar,” Sam says with a laugh.

We drive the rest of the way that’s only broken when Penelope starts to whine. When we finally park, Sam is quick to get to Penny and let her out the back door. I get out and start to close the door when I notice Sam’s camera bag sitting on the back seat. Knowing he was too focused on Miss P and will probably be upset when he notices he's left it behind, I grab it.

Sam’s a little bit ahead of me when I finally do catch up to them. Before catching up completely, I pull out his camera and take a quick photo of them from behind. He’s always been attractive to me, but it wasn’t until a year or so ago until I finally admitted it to myself.

Click.

It isn’t long until the three of us step foot inside the state fair. I take the lead and start heading left, straight to the pumpkin patch.

“You really want to carry around pumpkins for the rest of the day?” Sam asks, giving me a questioning look.

“Well, if we wait until later all of the good ones will be gone.” I said matter of factly.

A hearty chuckle comes from Sam as he throws his arm over your shoulder. “Whatever you want, my little bird.”

We walk like this until we reach the patch full of yellows, oranges and whites. Penelope's quick to pull us towards a cluster of decent looking pumpkins.

“Good work, Penny-girl.” I say, leaning down to pat her between the ears.

Click.

Hearing that soft click, I’m a little surprised. I thought I had Sam’s camera. Turning to look at him, I see a shit eating grin spread across his face.

“New toy.” Is all he says while holding up a small film camera.

“I should’ve known.” I reply while playfully rolling my eyes.

“Yes, you should’ve.” Sam presses a kiss to my cheek. “Always gotta document my girls.”

My heart always does a little flip when he calls us that. His girls. I run ahead and whip out the other camera.

Click.

A bewildered look crosses Sam’s face while Penelope just watches, her tail whipping the air.

“Fancy a game of dueling cameras?” I say in my best posh accent.

I’m rewarded with a deep belly laugh from Sam that liquifies my insides. My favorite sound, I can’t help but think.

“Game on.”

I take off running father into the patch, Penelope's barks trailing behind me. Sam’s laughing out loud, and I can’t help but laugh along with him. One of my favorite things about this man is how free he lets me be. Never once has he tried to clip my wings, he’s only interested in helping me fly.

Throwing my arms up in the air I stop where I am and spin, laughter is tumbling out of me in waves.

Click. Click.

Sam lets go of the leash and she’s quick to join me, her happy barks filling the air.

Looking back at Sam, I realize he isn’t standing in the same place anymore. The pumpkin patch is steadily getting busier, and I can’t spot him as I glance around.

Suddenly, arms are on either side of me and my feet are whisked off the ground, I can’t stop myself as I scream upon take off.

“Got you,” Sam says in my ear.

“Unfair!” I say as he puts me down. I cross my arms across my chest and give him a fake pout. “You came outta nowhere.”

“Always gotta keep you on your toes.” A quick kiss is pressed on the tip of my nose. “Now, let’s get what we came for. Those roasted seeds are calling my name.” He’s quick to grab the leash as we finally settle on an area of pumpkins to choose from.

“How about this one?” Sam holds up a classic orange pumpkin that’s perfectly round.

Click.

“If that’s your choice. This one’s mine, I think.” I take my turn to hold up a yellow pumpkin that’s more oval-like. “I have a great idea for the face I wanna put on this bad boy!”

“I think I need to reevaluate my choice,” Sam says with a laugh. “How about this one instead?” Similar to my yellow oddball, he’s found one of similar shape but in orange.

“Oh, Samuel. That’s a fine specimen indeed.”

A bark cute through the air, we both look to find Penelope sniffing a smaller white pumpkin.

Click.

“It seems as though Penny-girl has chosen her pumpkin, too.” I say.

We make quick work of purchasing our small family of pumpkins. , excited to get them back home. I have Penelope's leash in hand as we walk back through the fair. Admiring the rides and all the bright lights that are seemingly getting brighter as the sun goes down.

“Willa,”

With a smile, I turn my head quickly at the sound of Sam’s soft voice cutting through the noise. He’s only a few paces behind me with his camera up to his face.

Click.

“What do I get for winning this round?”, Sam says in a cheeky little tone, a smile plastered across his face as he catches up to us.

“Mmm.. I have an idea”, deciding to play along, I hit him with a little wink. I motion for him to lean down, planting a kiss on his lips, holding him there for an extra beat. Maybe two beats.

“Well”, he starts, “let’s get you home then, shall we?” Grabbing my hand and taking off to the car, moving a bit quicker than before. Rose and I trailing behind him as we approach the car. Letting her into the backseat before I get in, Sam’s already starting the car.

As soon as I slide into my seat, he throws the car in drive. His right hand immediately intertwined with mine, resting on my leg. The sight makes my heart swell, until I look over at him in the last minutes of daylight. His hair is a little disheveled from the wind and the brisk walk, but the soft smile resting on his face as he focuses on the road was really the prize for me.

Click.

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Twenty-Two: The Flayed

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 3,322 Warnings: lil' angst, lil' fluff, falling elevators, confessions?? 👀 Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! You're welcome, bye!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Yup. We’re still falling. And still screaming, Steve having joined us. We were holding on to each other for dear life.

“Sweet shit, I’m gonna die!” I cried. Yes. I was crying. I was scared shitless.

Dustin’s screams of, “Shit! Shit!” came through the rest of our screaming.

“We’re going down, we’re going down!” Steve yelled.

“Ya’think?!” I yelled back at him. “We’re gonna fucking die!”

“Yeah, no shit, Harrington!” Robin yelled at the same time I did.

“Why don’t these buttons work?!” Dustin yelled.

I swear, we were all about to start having a screaming/yelling match. If we weren’t in the situation we were currently in, I’d be laughing my ass off, but… I couldn’t do that because… of the situation we were in.

I had Steve screaming in my ear, my own screams I’m sure going right back into his, Dustin and Erica were fighting over the buttons. Robin, I’m sure, was probably holding on for dear life, screaming at the top of her own lungs.

“Come on, press something!” Steve yelled.

“Just press the button!” I screamed.

I have no idea what happened next, but what I did know was that I was basically sitting on top of Steve, my whimpers sounding through the air as Steve held on to me, both of us breathing heavy.

“My groin,” Steve groaned.

“What?” I asked, looking at him.

“You fell on my groin.”

“Oh, shit!” I quickly made to stand up, giving him a moment to gather himself in that… region.

“Is everyone okay?” Robin asked.

I went to answer for myself, but Steve cut me off, saying, “Yeah, I’m great, now that I know that Russians can’t design elevators!” while walking toward the control panel.

“I think we’ve clearly established that those buttons don’t work,” Robin said.

“They’re buttons. They have to do something.”

“Yeah, if we had a keycard.”

“A what?” Steve and I asked.

“It’s an electronic lock.” Robin moved to the control panel, standing on the other side of Steve as she said, “Same as the loading dock door. If we don’t have a keycard, it won’t operate, meaning–”

“We’re stuck in here,” I breathed, my eyes dancing around the floor.

“Yeah.”

“Just so you nerds are aware,” Erica said. “I’m supposed to be spending the night at Tina’s, and Tina always covers for me. But if I’m not home for Uncle Jack’s party tomorrow and my mom finds out you four are responsible, she’s gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat.”

“I don’t care about Tina,” Steve said. “Or Uncle Jack’s party! Your mom’s not gonna be able to find us if we’re dead in a Russian elevator!”

“Hey,” Dustin said. I looked at him, his eyes cast up above my head, pointing. “What if we climbed out?”

Stacking up a bunch of boxes, Dustin was the first to climb out, Steve following him.

Feeling on the verge of a panic attack as Steve asked Dustin about climbing, I sat down in a corner, pulling my knees up to my chest. Resting my forehead on my knees, I sighed and closed my eyes.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been like that, or how long I’d even been asleep for, but I stirred awake, feeling fingers lightly stroke my arm. Looking at their owner, I smiled a little, seeing Steve sitting next to me.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked.

“Honestly, I didn’t even know I fell asleep,” I chuckled. Looking up at hearing Dustin’s voice, I heard him repeat the same thing over and over again. Groaning, I went to get up, but Steve’s hand on my arm stopped me.

“I’ll go,” he said before pressing a kiss to my temple. He got up, going over to the boxes they’d stacked to begin his climbing. “Hey. You gotta take it easy on that thing, okay? You’re gonna drain the battery.”

I couldn’t hear anything else after that, other than Steve shushing my little brother.

“So,” I heard Robin say. “How long have you and Harrington been a thing?”

Smiling a little, I said, “Like, 8 or so months.”

“Anything beyond kissing and hand holding?”

Darting my eyes between hers and Erica’s, I said, “Little ears, Robin.” Turning my sights up the ceiling of this damned elevator, I heard Dustin say, “What are you doing?”

Narrowing my eyes a bit, I whispered more to myself, “What?” before hearing what sounded like a stream of water. Getting up from my spot, I turned around and looked at the wall, sighing to myself and closing my eyes. “Baby, move your stream!”

I sighed again just before I heard something banging. Turning to see what it was, I watched Erica smack the container filled with that green stuff against a metal barrel. “Wait, Erica, don’t do that!”

“Hey, hey!” Robin said, running towards the young girl. “Be careful, careful, careful!”

“We don’t even know what that is.”

“Exactly, Olivia,” Erica said. “It could be useful.”

“How?”

“We can survive down here a long time without food, but if the human body doesn’t get water, it will die.”

“I hate to break it to you, little Sinclair, but this-” I pointed to the green stuff in Robin’s hands, never taking my eyes off Erica. “-is not water.”

“No, but it’s a liquid, and if it comes down to me drinking that shit or dying of thirst, I drink.” She smiled at the end of her sentence, causing me to roll my eyes.

“God, you are a Sinclair,” I muttered.

Robin pressing her ear against the wall of the elevator caused my eyebrows to furrow in utter confusion as I said her name, a “shush” coming out of her mouth in response. She moved the table, climbing it before poking her head out of the shaft door. “We’ve got company.”

Erica and I quickly moved to the table where I made sure she climbed the boxes carefully to reach the top of the elevator before I followed her out, Steve helping me to my feet before closing the door.

The five of us either knelt or squatted while Steve watched the guards through the small square holes as they moved inside the elevator to retrieve a couple of boxes before going back out. I watched as my boyfriend looked at Erica, who was holding on to that green goo for dear life.

Just as soon as the guards left and the door was closing, Steve jumped back down into the room, just in time to put the container under the door, holding it up a few inches. One by one, we all crawled under the door, Steve looking at it on his way out, the glass on the container starting to give.

Once the glass gave, the liquid started to sizzle on the ground, like food being placed on a hot Hibachi grill.

Quickly standing, Steve said, “Jesus Christ,” as the goop ate into the floor.

“Still wanna drink it?” I asked, looking at Erica.

A few seconds later, I heard Dustin say, “Holy mother of God,” before we all turned to face what he was looking at; a super long ass hallway that seemed to stretch for what seemed like the whole country.

“Well…” Steve said next to me, grabbing my hand and lacing our fingers together. “Hope you guys are in good shape.”

Putting my hand on Dustin’s shoulder as Steve walked me by him, I said, “He’s looking at you, Roast Beef.”

“Let’s go, come on.”

“Why me?” Dustin asked.

“Because you’re wearing a Roast Beef shirt,” I said, walking beside Steve down this gigantic hallway.

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“I mean, you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive,” Dustin said.

Steve was giving me a piggyback. He claimed it was to help keep his strength up or something, I don’t know. All I did know was that I really wanted to nap.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, groggily.

“It’s a total fire hazard,” Steve added, slightly shifting me.

“No stairs, no exit. Just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell.”

“They’re Commies,” Erica said. “You don’t pay people, they cut corners.”

“To be fair to our Russian comrades,” Robin said. “I don’t think this tunnel was designed for walking.”

“Speaking of,” I said, turning my head to face Steve’s profile. “Do I need to start walking again?”

“No, baby, you’re good,” he said, turning his head to kiss my cheek.

“Get a room,” Robin grumbled before adding, “But think about it, they developed the perfect system for transporting that cargo.”

“It all comes into the mall like any old delivery,” Dustin said. “And Steve, put her down. She’s not helpless.”

“And then they load it up onto those trucks and nobody’s the wiser.” Shifting me again, Steve wondered, “You think they built this whole mall just so they could transport that green poison?”

“Shift me again and I’m walking,” I said.

“You’re slipping.”

“Then let me walk, dingus.”

Steve set me down as Dustin said, “I very seriously doubt it’s something as boring as poison.”

Shrugging after grabbing Steve’s hand, I said, “Maybe I’m just talking out of my ass here, but what if it’s a gate?”

“Yes, you’re talking out of your ass,” Dustin said, before continuing, “It’s gotta be much more valuable, like promethium or something.”

“What the hell is promethium?” Steve asked.

“It’s what Victor Stone’s dad used to make Cyborg’s bionic and cybernetic components,” Robin said.

“It’s a radioactive metal,” I said, looking at Steve’s confused profile.

“You’re all so nerdy, it makes me physically ill,” Erica said.

“No, no, no,” Steve said. “No, don’t lump me in with them.”

“He’s definitely not a nerd,” I said.

“Why so sensitive, Harrington?” Robin teased.

“He’s afraid of losing cool-points to a 10 year old.” Looking at Steve, I smiled, seeing a not so happy look on his face. Shoulder bumping him, I said, “Oh, come on. I’m just teasing.”

“I’m just saying that I don’t know jack shit about Prometheus.”

“Promethium,” I corrected. “Prometheus is a Greek mythological creature.”

“All I’m saying is it’s probably being used to make something,” Dustin added.

“Or power something,” Robin said.

“Like something to open a gate with,” I suggested.

“You’re still on that?” Dustin asked.

“Jeez, Dusty, I don’t know! I mean, with the shit we’ve dealt with for the last two years, it could be possible!”

“I was thinking more of a nuclear weapon, Liv.”

“Walking towards a nuclear weapon,” Steve said. “That’s great. That’d be great.”

“But if they’re building something,” Robin said. “Why here? I mean, Hawkins. Seriously. Of all places. At the very best, we’re a toilet stop on your way to Disneyland, but maybe that’s it…” Her and Erica continued walking as Steve, Dustin and myself stopped walking.

“You think the Russians know?” Dustin asked.

“About the–” Steve said.

“What I’ve been saying during that conversation?” I said, crossing my arms.

“They could,” Dustin said.

“So, it’s connected?” Steve asked.

“You two aren’t listening to me, are you?” I asked, looking between both boys.

“Maybe.” Dustin.

“How?” Steve.

“We’re breaking up.” Me.

“I don’t know, but it’s…” Dustin said, glancing at me.

“Possible,” both boys said.

Steve looked at me like what I had said just now registered. “Wait, we’re breaking up?”

“Oh my god,” I muttered, walking forward to Erica and Robin.

“No, wait, are we? Because that would suck!”

Turning around to face him, I quickly put my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him towards me. My lips met his in a passionate kiss, but before it could get too hot and heavy, I pulled away, pressing my forehead against his. “That the kiss of someone who wants to break up?”

“No,” he whispered. He went to dive back in for another kiss, but a throat clearing stopped him.

“Before you decide to have sex with my sister, can we please get going?” Dustin said.

The radio going off with a Russian man’s voice coming through the speaker brought Steve and I back to reality.

“Walkie,” the boys said, rushing over to Erica.

I had to steady myself on the bars next to me, Steve and my brother having almost knocked me down.

Robin had the walkie in her hand, reciting the Russian words, all of us kneeling on the ground. “It’s the code.”

“Wherever that broadcast is coming from–,” Dustin said.

“It’s close. And if there’s one thing we know about that signal…”

“It can reach the surface.”

Robin looked up at the ceiling before saying, “Let’s go.”

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We somehow made it to a hiding spot behind what looked like a big A/C thing, the five of us crammed between it and the wall.

“Steve, are we clear?” I asked. “It’s getting crampy in here.”

He leaned forward a second before moving his whole body out of the way. “Okay, clear.”

One by one, we piled out of the hiding spot, following Steve.

“Okay, that was close,” Robin said.

“Too close,” Dustin added.

Did I mention that we were almost spotted by a few Russians? No? Oh. Well… we were.

“Baby, this is dangerous,” I said, speed walking to reach him, my fingers sliding between his.

He tightened his grip on my hand, almost like he was telling me he was going to protect me from danger… like he always did. “Baby, we’re fine. The rest of you, relax. Nobody saw…”

“What?” I asked, looking from him to in front of us. “Holy shit.”

I couldn’t describe the room we were looking at because I didn’t know how to describe it. It seemed like a hub almost. There were guards keeping… well, guard. People in what looked like hazmat suits, doctors. Looked a little insane.

I made eye contact with a guard on accident, pulling Steve to a new hiding spot where we all crouched down, pressing our bodies against the railings next to us to try and hide our bodies.

“Red Dawn,” Dustin said.

“Oh, shut the hell up, Dustin,” I gritted.

“I saw it,” Erica said. “First floor, northwest.”

“Saw what?” Steve asked.

“The comms room!”

“You saw the comms room?”

“Correct.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Positive. The door was open for a second, and I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there.”

“That could be a hundred different things,” Dustin said.

Turning my sights to Robin, she said, “I’ll take those odds.”

I looked at Steve, shrugging a little bit. “We need to find a way out, babe.”

He sighed like he didn’t want to have to do this, but knew there wasn’t another way out. He shook his a little before looking around the red metal box we were hiding behind. Everyone else followed his lead while I stayed put. When he pulled his body back, he faced me a little. His eyes stayed locked on mine while his hand went to my cheek, his next words directed at the whole group. “We’re gonna move fast, and we’re gonna stay low, okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered.

Steve placed a kiss on my forehead before turning back to face the front, moving in a crouched position to the grates that were catty corner to us, myself and the other three following his every move.

We stayed there for a moment before moving again, Steve turning to shush us for a moment. I watched him turn his head back forward, tucking his hair behind his ear. Damn, if that didn’t do things to me.

Hearing a door panel beep, I did my best to look around him, watching as a man in a lab coat walked out with an opened file folder in hand.

Steve slightly stood to watch the man pass by before reaching back for my hand and pulling along with him, telling the rest of the group, “Let’s go!” as we moved to the closing door, reaching it before it actually closed.

We silently went inside of the room Erica talked about as Steve stayed at the door, ready to close it once our little group was inside. I turned around, spotting a man in a Russian Army suit sitting in a chair.

The man turned to face us, setting down his headset and standing to face us. He moved to grab something from his waist, both of my hands moving to Dustin and Steve, both boys standing on either side of me.

As the man did this move, Robin stepped forward, hand out as she said “Tread lightly!” in Russian, saying it again at his confused look before he asked us something in Russian.

“Silver cat,” she said, making a tail motion with her hand behind her as she said it again. I only knew she was saying this code to him because we heard a million times as she was translating it.

The Russian man said something else that I didn’t understand before Robin looked back at us for a moment before saying, “China?”

The guy scoffed, reaching for what I now know to be a gun a split second before Steve yelled and ran towards him.

“Steve!” I exclaimed, feeling a hand tug me back.

Steve wrapped his arms around the guy's waist, sending him back before he was tossed to the side by the Russian. He went to swing, but Steve backed out of the way, dodging the guy’s fist. Russian Dude grabbed Steve’s uniform and slung him over to the table next to them, Steve’s chest meeting the tabletop before he elbowed the guy’s stomach as he grabbed onto the back of the sailor uniform Steve wore.

Steve grabbed the intercom thing, switching it between his hands before smacking the guy across the face with it, sending his face to the table he sat at before hitting the floor unconscious. Steve breathed heavily, moving his hair out of his face.

“Dude!” Dustin said, gaining Steve’s attention. “You did it! You won a fight!”

“Holy fuck,” I said, regaining his attention after he looked down at the man. “I love you.” I rushed forward, grabbing his face with my hands, my lips meeting his in the same kiss we shared in the hallway.

We pulled back a little, pressing our foreheads together for a moment before he breathed, “You love me?”

I nodded, smiling a little. “Yeah.” Pulling back to look into his eyes, I ran my fingers through the side of his hair. “I do.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Because I love you, too.”

“While that’s beautiful and all,” Dustin said. “We have a mission to accomplish.” I watched as he moved towards the guy, taking the keycard off of his belt.

“What are you doing?” Erica asked.

“Getting us our ticket out of here.”

“You want to walk all the way back?”

“Well, we can hang out for a little, relax, have a little picnic maybe,” Dustin replied, sarcastically.

“Have a picnic?” Erica said. “We came here for the radio!”

“This plan is way better,” Dustin said. “If I knew Steve could knock out a Russian–”

“He did say he could take him out yesterday,” I said, turning to face Dustin a little.

“Oh, don’t defend him.”

“Why not? He’s my boyfriend,” I retorted, crossing my arms. “You’d do the same with Suzie with a Z from Utah.”

“So, you believe me about Suzie?”

“We’re not talking about Suzie!” I exclaimed.

“Then what is this about?”

“It’s about getting out of here–”

“Guys,” Robin said, gaining all of our attention. “There’s something up there.”

We all followed her up the stairs and through the door as quietly as we could. We walked up the pair of windows, looking out at what I was right about.

“Holy shit,” Dustin said.

A laser device that was being used to open a gate.

Leaning down a little bit towards my brother, I said, “Told you.”

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melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx · 10 months

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Ok so I’m reviewing! (I wasn’t going to cause of how late I get off of work, but I couldn’t help myself!) and I’m nervous as shit, ok!:

Right off the bat, I can’t stand Danny’s mother. I understand Candy stuck in a certain position, but she chose to be with Marlin. You abandoned Danny the moment he came into the picture, and that was obvious. Especially when Danny told Rya that she was always looking for someone to save them. I know the time period makes it seem like it was right around the time women couldn’t even get their own bank accounts but women were a lot more independent in the 70s.

God Danny looked so pale and thin, my poor baby. The lengths actors have to go to for a role is crazy, they definitely need to be on strike to demand more. Back to Danny, he looks like a scared child

Every time I see Marlin, I wanna tear his throat out—Danny can’t even look at him. And then Danny ends up apologizing to Candy like he did something wrong when he’s the victim!

Angelo really up here lying on Danny, I’m surprised that his drug dealing ass even showed up and Annabelle, bitch, a whole liar! She knew that Bill bullied him, she just don’t wanna say it.

Stan ain’t shit; he doesn’t wanna be focused he’s over here popping pills and drinking. Glad Jerome testified, upset that this lawyer is pissing me off. She’s good at her job and it’s making me mad.

Candy is more worried about herself rather than her son, and that says a lot. She didn’t really know she was being used, and that’s even worse. You have Danny, who’s getting abused by not only Marlin, but his alters too. They use his body for drugs, sex, crime—all against his will.

Marlin is a sick twisted fuck and she’s gonna leave Danny to dry just because she’s scared of Marlin. She abandoned her kid to save herself. He got betrayed twice. And couldn’t even look at him. Now as far as the suicide attempt, I think that was Danny and not Jonny. Jonny knew, like all his alters, how this would go.

Candy is apart of that silent generation; they turn a blind eye to abuse and pretend it doesn’t happen—I do not feel sorry for her

I said it once and I’ll say it again, Jack need to kill Jonny off like he did Yitzhak. He gon end up doing something drastic, killing Danny which then kills the host body—then all the alters die!

What kills me is that Jerome and Rya are the only ones that didn’t lie on the stand—now that’s fucked up.

#tom holland #tcr spoilers #the crowded room #melodicheauxx review

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ALLI WHEN I FIND YOU!!!! ITS ON SITE

JKJKJK this was an AMAZING chapter

Liam and Violet are trauma-bonded at this point. The loyalty that they have for each other is S-tier

Vi admitting she MISSES X??? Its her turn to realize she loves him and I'm here for it

I'm glad Vi didn't even try to hide anything when she knew Dain was going to look into her memories. She really said "look at all this evidence and try to prove me wrong".

How satisfying that Dain killed his dad and he died SLOWLY, i swear if he comes back as a venin, im hopping into sitq myself to take him out

what happens to jack now???

OMG the exchange between Vi and Lilith was everything I wanted and more. I am SOBBING. You truly improved on the scene in canon and made it your own!!!! I LOVE YOU

Lilith actually telling Vi that she needs to keep war away from Aretia to protect her kids and that she has Mira???

" youll be fine, you dont need me" "I've always needed you"

this is the heartfelt angst that i needed between mother and daughter

And Lilith apologized 😭😭😭😭 Im okay but im also not okay

Violet got a forehead kiss but it wasnt from Xaden 😭 (Honestly better for this chapter imo!!!)

VIOLET ASKED XADEN TO FIX HER HAIR OMG OMG OMG

I FUCKING LOVE DEVERA. THATS MY GIRL RIGHT THERE

Will we get to see Mira beat the shit out of Brennen next chapter, pretty please???

Sloane and Liam reunited!!!!!

LET’S DO IT I ABSOLUTELY do not know how to fight but we can hug instead

People are gonna have to drag Liam and Violet apart at this point. It’s not fucking happening. He’s gonna be stuck to her like glue

My baby Vi has EMOTIONS and she doesn’t know what to do with them but she’s trying her best okay

Aetos is not coming back, he’s dead, I’m tired of him 💀 Jack gets to continue causing problems at Basgiath for the moment because Xaden can get away with a lot but blatantly murdering a cadet in cold blood is not on that list and even Lilith can’t twist that to her advantage

I knew you would love the Violet/Lilith interaction!!! I have had that shit written for MONTHS I was screaming posting it I am a Lilith Sorrengail defender she deserved BETTER

The Mira/Brennan fight will probably not make it into the next chapter but definitely the one after!

#storm in the quiet

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Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you’d like to know better!

tagged by @sketchytea (YOUR ART IS RAD AS HELL, and thank you for tagging me!)

What book are you currently reading?

Joy to the World for this bible study I’m in, except I’m not actually reading it, I just stare at it as I pass by my kitchen table everyday

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

Hands down, Everything Everywhere All at Once. It was the movie we all wanted and needed. True art. Cannot say enough good things about it.

What do you usually wear?

sweater, jeans, and boots and then i just change the jewelry to make it seem like i’m trying. OR nikes and a t-shirt because i’m forever stuck in 2010

How tall are you?

5’5”

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Gemini. Aaaaaaand the Defenestration of Prague

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

Nickname which I’m trying to change and get people to call me by a cooler nickname, but it’s not working

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Erm, general vicinity but now jaded by the industry and realizing my childhood self didn’t know JACK SHIT (said with love, past self, said with love)

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

I’m bad at relationships, I don’t wanna talk about it, and I have the strangest crush on this Dutch amateur film philosopher on youtube. I think about him a lot

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I am good at starting projects. I am bad at finishing projects.

LOL that’s a lame answer, here’s a real one: I am good at listening to people, I am bad at being p a t i e n t

Dogs or cats?

Which ever creature lets me hold them in the present moment

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

Hands down the speech I got to write for my sister’s wedding:

“You two are both such marvelous souls— you go together like Celine Dione’s voice and a James Cameron film. Fantastic alone, but together this entirely chemical other thing.”

There were audible groans from the audience

What’s something you would like to create content for?

Hmm hm hm, a Ken Burns documentary or a PBS Frontline documentary, I’d love to make motion graphics for either of those. I would give my left arm to make anything for Cartoon Saloon or A24. If Wes Anderson ever called me up for a collab, I'd help him out.

And I want to create content more for myself too!!

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Hetalia. help. Ooo and The Crown. And nature documentaries?? But that’s a given

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

My current job RIP

but I’ve learned so much from it and met so many cool people that I can’t bring myself to be bitter over it… Just vaguely…. disappointed

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

I can say very mean things very nicely and make my get away before people realize that I am an evil, petty gremlin

Are you religious?

I am irreverently catholic

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

That BIG FLAKEY sweatshirt at the croissant shop that I was too cheap to commit to. I've come to realize in the past the 2 hours since I left it that we belong together

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#if you haven't seen EEAAO go see it #it will enrich your soul #and sketchytea thanks so much again for tagging me!#these things are always fun

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“I just don’t get why I’m still single,” Victoria whined. “If a person like Derrick can get married, why can’t I?” She gesticulated wildly on the name of her ex, and a little of her cocktail sloshed over the side of her glass. Victoria contemplated the dribble of liquid sliding down her hand, shrugged, and licked it off without setting the glass down. Jack watched her with amusement.

“You’re better off without that idiot, you said it yourself,” Jack said, bumping her shoulder against Victoria’s and taking a swig of her beer. “I don’t see why you’re so impatient to get married just because he did.”

“It’s not about Derrick,” Victoria said. She set her cocktail glass down on the bar and squinted at it. After a minute or so she put up a hand to wave the bartender over, but he was occupied with a group of concertgoers and didn’t see her. “What is it about, then?” Jack asked the question mostly to distract her friend from trying to flag down the bartender, and was gratified when Victoria turned her attention to her. She blew air out past her bottom lip, thinking. Her strawberry blonde hair fluttered where it was starting to come down from the loose bun she’d put up when they came into the bar. Jack watched as she tucked the loose hair behind her ear.

“Don’t laugh,” Victoria said abruptly.

Jack shook her head minutely. “Of course not.” She watched Victoria’s face as she leaned closer. Jack felt her eyes widen and she blinked at the sudden closeness. Victoria smelled like rose-scented shampoo and the fruity little cocktail she’d been drinking.

“I just want the big white wedding,” Victoria said in the tone of a confession. “It doesn’t seem fair that Derrick should get to have that and I don’t.”

It didn’t seem fair to Jack, either. Victoria was better in every way than Derrick, and she’d been dealing with the shit he’d left her with for two years. They’d been engaged, even. It made sense Victoria was taking the news of his upcoming marriage hard.

“I don’t know, maybe I should just give up on the romance part,” Victoria said, yanking Jack’s thoughts back to the present. “Just throw a big party, since that’s what I want out of a wedding, anyway.” She was looking ruefully down into her empty glass and it made Jack want to do something bold and daring.

“Well, shit, Vee, if that’s what you want, I’ll marry you myself,” she found herself saying.

Victoria tilted her face up to look at Jack. “You would do that?”

“If you want a wedding, I say, let’s have a wedding.” Jack grinned. “It could be fun. Like those games we used to play when we were kids, you know? We don’t have to stay married.”

Victoria made a thoughtful sound. “A wedding doesn’t make a marriage, that’s true. But wouldn’t you get a little bored with it? You’ve never been much of one for events and dressing up and it’d only be fun for me.”

Jack waved off her objection. “We’ll pick somewhere extravagant for the honeymoon, that’s the fun part for me.” She grinned suddenly. “After all, if we have two fathers-of-the-brides we can really afford to go to town.”

Victoria smiled beatifically, turning on her barstool to face Jack. “You know my dad would never go for that,” she said.

Jack looked at her fondly. “Then you be the bride.” She drained the end of her beer and set the can aside before taking Victoria’s hand in an exaggerated show of gallantry. “I’ll be the groom.” She got down on one knee, ignoring the way the floor stuck to the leg of her jeans.

Victoria giggled. “Deal.”

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Three Secrets (Vitus Aydin, c. 2010s)

A quick short story, written from Vitus's POV. A collection of moments from when he was living in the city in his twenties.

(Warning: this piece is dark and contains mentions of and metaphors related to death, addiction, overdoses, suicidal ideation, dissociation, and familial trauma.)

Three secrets. Boil me down, leave me to simmer, let the excess of my life evaporate like love leaving first thing in the morning. Listen hard, then, and you’ll hear them:

#1: Ribcages hold wild animals. I’m afraid to touch mine.

I bought a bottle of mama’s perfume three months after she kicked me out. I should’ve been saving my money. I should’ve been finding a second job. I bought perfume instead.

It sits on my nightstand. I’ve never used it on myself. There’s plenty left, but I’ll always be afraid to open it. Each time I do, I’m convinced whatever little bits escape will have left the bottle permanently. I’m on a clock, and it ticks loudest when I open that little bottle. When I close my eyes and remember the way her collarbones used to smell whenever she hugged me. Like rosewater and violets, a field of flowers for me to drown in.

I scraped together some cash and bought it in a panic after my duffle bag stopped smelling of her. I’d been rummaging around in it one night, searching for a clean pair of socks, when I realized I couldn’t smell a thing. Not a goddamned thing.

I sit, curled up on my side in a bed that doesn’t belong to me, and I stare at the perfume each night until I fall asleep. Luca’s letting me crash here until his roommate gets back from visiting family overseas. I’ve never met his roommate, but I have questions for him, whenever he shows. I want to ask his name—Luca’s told me already, but I want to hear the way he says it, in his own voice. I want to know where he’s been. I want to ask if his family’s doing well, or if his grandpa is as sick as Luca says. I want to tell him I’m sorry. I want to tell him to go fuck himself. But really, I want to tell him I’m scared I won’t find another place to live after this. I want to ask him to look in my duffle bag and tell me if he can smell violets, or if she’s really gone forever. I want to ask to trade places. I want to scream at him, this total stranger, just to see what he’ll do.

I want, I want, I want.

I turn over in my secondhand bed, trying to breathe.

#2: Anhedonia is a symptom, not the cause. I was never taught how to treat causes.

Noor stands in the kitchen, reading off the reasons why she’s leaving me. She’s written them down, and her hands shake while she holds the half-crumpled notebook paper and speaks. I bought her that notebook for Eid al-Fitr, because she’s always liked lists. She’s filled it with love notes. She’s made lists of the shit I say that makes her laugh hardest; lists of each place we’ve gone on a date together; lists of her favorite moments with me, like those moments we steal in grocery stores and on park benches at midnight and in the backseat of her eama’s car.

This list is one of those love notes, even if it’s ripping her apart as she reads it. I suspect her tremor has nothing to do with fear.

“You’re never home anymore,” she says. “Even when you are here, you still aren’t. I can’t be the only person in this relationship, Vitus. Where do you go all the time? Where do you go?”

These, and other questions, but I don’t catch all of them. I’m studying her face, those hard edges I fell for almost eight months ago. She’s the love of my life. Just like all the others were before her.

Eight whole months. It’s the longest anyone’s stuck around in years, and now I’m watching us blow up in slow motion like a mushroom cloud I’ve spotted in the distance. Nobody else around me has seen it yet. They don’t know we’re about to die—not the parched house plants, or the half-empty bottle of Jack on the table, or the watch on my wrist, the one my baba gave me for my twenty-first birthday that ran out of batteries years back. I sit, and watch, and wait for a tidal wave of radiation to burn through me, right down to the bone. I hope it hurts. I need it to start hurting soon, or I’ll go insane.

“Are you even fucking listening?”

Yes.

Her shampoo and conditioner are on the floor of my shower. She can’t use mine, because her hair is thicker and coils harder. I bought her another bottle of conditioner last week because hers was running low. It sits beneath my sink, never to be opened.

Her step-brother’s birthday is July 17. She’s always been jealous that he’s a summer baby because she likes warm weather best.

Her eyes look brown at first, but up close, in the light of dawn, you can see bits of hazel too. I used to tell her I loved her every day, but I always meant it most at sunrise. I don’t know when I stopped saying it. Maybe it was a while ago. Maybe I’ve only been thinking it lately. I can’t remember.

Yes, I think.

“No,” I say. “I’m not listening.”

#3: I’ve made a survival guide. I’ll never share it with anyone.

On nights you spend pressed up against strangers, hide your face in their hair so they can’t find your eyes.

Fake-laugh with false friends over drinks you won’t remember mixing. This will make them look at you, but without looking too close.

Hundreds of mouths, maybe thousands, bitter or sweet, it won’t matter. You’ll hang on them for hours but you won’t remember the taste of them come the morning.

Mourn when you realize you can’t possibly count what you can’t remember.

Watch your latest lover do a line in the bathroom, but don’t get up off the couch to stop them. Wonder if this will be the one-line-too-much that ends it.

Spit yourself out in blood splatters on kitchen sinks and street corners because the alternative—the swallowing, that forceful ingestion of everything you’ve let past your lips—will poison you to death. And you want to live, don’t you? Haven’t you told them all that you want to live?

This is your body. It once belonged to your mother, and if you keep it alive for just a little longer, maybe she’ll remember.

This is love, rotting as it slips through your fingers.

This is life in exile.

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geezerwench · 1 year

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I’m all about being positioned, mentally and emotionally, so that I can always bounce back quickly, and stay focused on the task at hand. I learned that lesson many years ago.

So, here we go. Let’s get positioned.

Understand that there is a real possibility that one or more people will lose their lives as a result of Trump’s hateful promptings. To think there isn’t that chance would be irresponsible.

But, here’s what I want you to understand, ahead of time.

If such a tragedy should happen, it DOES NOT mean we are “losing.” It does not. It is NOT a “set back” for freedom.

It WOULD mean that we better keep our heads screwed on straight, resist going into a senseless emotional tailspin, and re-focus as many times as we need to, on the outcome we are feverishly working towards.

When you know and accept that something can happen, your ability to re-focus is light years ahead of someone who is caught off guard, and stuck in a fog of “Is this really happening?!”

Many times in my life, I found myself in situations where I very quickly told myself “Yep…this crazy shit IS happening right NOW!” so I could rapidly move into useful actions.

Otherwise, believe me, when the shit hits the fan, you go into a loop of “I can’t believe this is happening!” that wastes valuable time, and takes your fear meter to the red line. When that happens, your thinking brain starts shutting down. No good.

Take 2 minutes….now…and do some mind prepping, and accept that those things very well might happen. Know it. Acknowledge it. Fully.

You’ll be better prepared for it, and a more highly functioning member of Team Democracy. We need you.

- Jack Hopkins

#don't be discouraged #be prepared #be ready #try not to be discouraged #Team Democracy

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Okay! Some of them I thought of myself, others I made with a friend of mine.

I should let you know the basic premise first. Basically the Ninja are fighting a bunch of bad guys (I’m still working on this part) and an accident leads to the Ninja and Wu getting stuck in KnY. The villains are also there, and the team has to find them and stop them. But they also have to deal with the demons and Muzan. Eventually they team up with the Demon Slayers to stop both parties.

The element of creation is extremely effective against demons in KnY. After all, demons are creatures of destruction, and the best way to confront destruction is with creation. But the demons in KnY don’t have nearly as much resistance as the Oni do. Because of this, Wu and the Ninja’s powers are also extremely effective against demons. The Ninja control the four elements of creation, plus Lloyd since his element is basically a combination of all four. Wu is literally the Master of Creation. Nya’s powers is the only one that isn’t lethal to demons, but still really helpful when fighting them.

The Ninja become heavily feared among demons. Wu especially, cause the man is literally the Master of Creation. Not to mention the fact he’s part Oni and Dragon. And he’s just a force to be reckoned with in general. He’s basically the Grim Reaper to them. Muzan tries to find information on them but can’t find jack shit 'cause jokes on him, they’re from another realm lmao.

Sucks to be Muzan cause after they see the shit he does they got beef with him and they ain’t leaving 'til he goes down.

Literally everyone is confused by their existence. Wu and Lloyd especially because they seem human but they kinda aren’t? Like, the Hashira, the Trio, and demons can’t tell that they aren’t fully human. Wu ain’t even human, he’s actually part demon and dragon, apparently. Same goes for Lloyd except he’s also part human. Everyone is confused.

Jay and Tengen would be besties. Straight up. They’re both really flashy and flamboyant. Tengen would like Jay’s clever quips and creativeness. (People tend to forget this man is an inventor). They make the most dramatic entrances and Jay often uses his powers to make them even more epic. They make the craziest combo moves, including but not limited to "Human Stun Gun". The name speaks for itself.

Cole, Kyojuro, and Mitsuri are also besties. Brought together by their never ending love of food. Super strong and super foody.

Zane and Shinobu hit it off.

Wu is the crafty old man everyone knows not to fuck with.

Lloyd joins Tanjiro’s friend group because I say so. Teaches them Spinjitsu and Airjitsu.

Lloyd and Zane make their own Breathing Styles.

Wu and Kagaya are besties.

The Ninja have their Golden Weapons (which aren’t powerless in this AU), so they use the Tornado of Creation to make stuff they need but don’t have in the primitive timeline they’re in. Because of this, the Demon Slayer Corps becomes more technologically advanced than the rest of the world.

I’m still working on this AU and it’s not fully thought out yet, but I enjoy talking about it with my friend a lot. We'll come up with more stuff in the future.

I’d love to hear your thoughts!

This ended up a bit long, so under the cut it goes-

1. Interesting things to note is that the oni in Ninjago are closer to the western iteration of demons (from what I could tell, at least) while in KnY, they're pretty much a kind of youkai. With that said, the oni in KnY are weak to the power of the sun and since there isn't much about the ones in Ninjago being weak to the sun as far as I can remember, they get some degree of resistance. This could imply that there's something about the tornado of creation and the element itself that replicate whatever the sun has going on that the oni in KnY are weak to.

Also, with the whole thing in Seabound about the element of water, I feel like that would have something to do with it not being lethal since it didn't actually originate from the FSM and creation

Idk if it was intentional on your part, but there are interesting connections to be made there with the sun, creation, and light

2. Fear of the unknown is quite a powerful thing, especially when there's a whole bunch of people that very much Do Not Exist in that world or even operate the same

3. The thing about Muzan is that he is very punchable and manages to be the center of beef skxbdjvf

4. Shgdjghgs their vibes are Wack. I feel like Inosuke would be doubly confused when trying to sense them because it. doesn't exactly seem natural to him.

5. Oh yeah DEFINITELY! And Jay already has experience in flashiness and showmanship that would quickly grab Tengen's attention considering his stint as a show host that one time. Jay's got the charm too

6. Cole would probably come off as a bit serious at first, but as soon as they start talking, they'll definitely hit it off nicely! They just have those friendly vibes

7. With Zane and Shinobu, I feel like they'd probably take a look at each other, nod, and refuse to elaborate further

8. That man has mischief in his blood and was definitely not the responsible sibling everyone thinks he is. He's a gremlin with experience and a poker face backing him up

9. Lloyd needs more friends close to his age skdfbsihf Tanjiro is gonna end up with an extreme water wheel at this rate if he masters those techniques and knowing him, he will attempt to get Lloyd to teach him. Inosuke learns it just to one-up everyone and possibly turn into a helicopter

10. Lloyd already incorporates a bunch of stuff to his fighting style by virtue of having multiple teachers with their own combat preferences, so he likely eventually ends up throwing in techniques. With how many influences there are, an entirely new breathing technique is plausible. Zane on the other hand, probably tweaks one of the techniques to better suit him that it just branches off

11. As they should

Also, the dynamic tho– an old man with too much time, and a young man who's constantly running out of it, both carrying wisdom and the weight of other people's lives

12. I feel like they're gonna end up speedrunning the industrial revolution going on at this rate djdbsjvf

There seems to be a lot of thought put into this and I'm kinda curious to see where you'll take this, hehe

#ask #coolestzed #ninjago demon slayer au

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