#fucking sick of this man ill be like 'hey you guys are making me feel unwelcome' n theyll be like oh no im sorry that wasnt my intention :(

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

What Do You Call Perfect? - LN

Request: Hellooo, i hope you are doing amazing, i love how you write so fucking much, you are extremely talented and I love you so so much ♡.

so can a make an anonymous request, it's totally OK if you don't like it or just simply don't want to write it... so the request is that reader is dating lando and she's been feeling kinda insecure lately bcos she's chubby, and some things happen that lando just makes her feel worse on accident, but he ends up finding out and make her feel like the most beautiful person in the world.

A very angsty hurt/ comfort request, and maybe it's me projecting, and like I said if you are not it to it it's totally fine if you don't write it, ok live you bye!!! ♡

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First of all, thank you so much for the compliments. Will probably never get used to someone saying they love the fics that much. I hope I do this justice <3

The gif has no context to the fic, I just think he looks so pretty.

Y/n has dealt with the fact that she's chubby. But life is hard when it comes to life as Lando's girlfriend or as an F1 WAG.

Being chubby is not really on most driver's agenda's for their girlfriends. Not that they hold it against her when she does interact with her and no one would say anything. At least not to her face.

Lando's has never mentioned her weight. In fact he seems to make the effort to make sure she understands how beautiful he thinks she is.

However, even when something isn't meant with ill intention. An insecure mind can twist an innocent comment into feeling like the worst possible judgement.

"Hey, baby. Do you want to hit the gym with me?" Lando asks as he appears from their bedroom and she looks up from her phone. "Just rather than lying round. Figured you would want something to do."

Y/n feels her insides twist enough for her to feel almost sick.

"Uh, yeah. Should really probably work off that pizza from last night." Y/n states trying to make it sound like a joke and thankfully he seems to buy it as he laughs along with her. "I'll just change dead quick."

He doesn't see the tears gathering in her eyes as she walks into their bedroom and begins digging through her clothes for some stuff to work out in. She pulls on the tight clothes, refusing to even glance at herself in the full body mirror as she passes it because then she might just cry.

Seeing what Lando sees is not what she needs right now. Especially with him literally suggesting she go to the gym.

"Alright, let's go." Y/n plastering a smile on her face while Lando smiles brightly back at her.

-

Y/n knows resorting to a trainer for help is maybe not always her best choice of decision.

She knows for certain she can't resort to Jon, the man will tell Lando the moment she leaves the conversation. Hell he might even just text Lando mid-conversation to inform the McLaren driver.

So she does what anyone would do.

So instead she turns to what may be a surprising choice. But she asks Carlos' trainer if he might be willing to help her with building a diet and workout that can really make a difference for her.

Admittedly, she leaves the chat with Rupert feeling even worse about herself. Realising how strict she'd have to be with herself, she's not exactly thrilled. But equally, she's realising how unhealthy her lifestyle looks in comparison.

Despite her efforts to be sneaky and get around Lando knowing what was happening. Rupert told Carlos, who obviously informed Lando.

"Baby, can we talk?" Lando asks when tracking her down and finding her with Alex and Lily, laughing about something. "Now."

"O-Okay. Yeah, see you guys later."

Lando isn't really angry at y/n. He's angry at the situation, he's angry she went to another trainer, he's angry that she asked for the strictest diet and workout that Rupert thought she could pick up and start to push herself to do.

His hand is linked to her's purely so he can partially drag her to a private space with no audience and a wall to put between them and any other ears to make gossip.

"I-Is there something wrong?"

Y/n has seen Lando angry, but it's never been directed at her.

"Why do you want to go into extreme dieting and working out up to 6 hours a day?" Lando asks cutting straight to the point and honestly he sees y/n pale making him sigh and try to calm himself down because he knows she's not going to feel happy to talk about it with him if he's mad. "Baby, I'm not mad at you...I want to know why you are going to Carlos' trainer of all people to ask for advice on completely changing your entire lifestyle."

Y/n tries to keep clam. She is not going to cry, she's not going to hyperventilate and tries to just completely calm herself down.

Lando's softened stance does successfully make her control her emotions a little before he gently grips her bicep and rubs it.

"What is it?"

"I don't fit in here, Lan...I'm chubby, I've been gaining weight and I know you've noticed because..."

"Because?"

"You keep inviting me to the gym and you never did that before." Y/n murmurs making Lando feel almost ready to throw himself out a window as punishment for being the cause for his girlfriend's insecurities.

"Baby...Baby...I'm...Fuck sake." Lando rambles, really at a loss for words of how to articulate that wasn't his intention but regardless of whether it was. It was the outcome and how it felt for her, so really no explanation or denial of that being the case is the truth. "I didn't invite you because I think you need to work out. I invited you because it's extra time that I get with you...if you just came and sat in the gym and are there so I can talk to you. I didn't know you had gained weight, not that it even matters anyway. But if you do feel like it's important to you that you do lose any weight, please just come talk to me. But going to another trainer and asking or the quickest method to lose weight without it being considered a problem isn't how to do that."

"Ok." Y/n murmurs hating that her boyfriend even has to say this. Because really it's not fair on Lando to have to point out the flaws in her plan. "I want to look like someone who actually deserves you."

Lando sheds tears for very few reasons. He doesn't remember the last time he knows for certain he cried other than Russia 2021 (but we don't talk or even think about that). But that statement, the fact she would ever even think that.

"Y/n...You don't have to look any sort of way, you don't...you deserve me more than I deserve you. Fucking hell." Lando states shaking his head before he sighs, jumping a little when her hand comes up to wipe a tear but he sighs moving his hand up to cover her own, keeping it on her cheek. "I don't want you to change the way you are because of me. That's not ok."

Y/n blinks a couple times trying to force back her own tears before Lando pulls her forward properly into an embrace with her face nuzzling into his chest.

"I'm sorry. Really. I'm sorry." Y/n hiccups falling apart in Lando's hold as he lets out a sigh resting his chin on top of her head.

"You don't need to be sorry. I just...I want you to take care of yourself and I want to be able to know when I need to pick up the slack because you're not feeling good. You're perfect to me, no matter what and I will reinforce that if I have to because you don't feel "

"Ok."

He rubs at her back just waiting for her to slowly calm down.

"And for the record I think you are the most beautiful woman alive. Even when you decide to wear that old Rolling Stones t-shirt that likes like 10 sizes too big." Lando smiles making her look up finally laughing a little which settles the uneasy feeling in his chest.

"Don't diss the t-shirt. It's one of my most comfortable tops."

"Mhmmm...well at least you don't bring it with us when we travel. I prefer seeing what you hide underneath it anyway." Lando states earning an eye roll. "If we had time now then I'd ask to see what you're hiding from me now. But it's going to have to wait, I promised Andrea once I found and spoke to you. Then I'd go on the track walk."

"Can I come?"

"I would love it if you did. Give me more time with you." Lando nods before pausing. "If you do decide that you still want to lose weight, which you really don't need to because it's really not important, but if you do. Then talk to Jon, please? At least then I can rest knowing it's someone I'd trust with my life and that knows you well enough and is around you enough to be able to properly make you a diet and regime that is realistic and manageable for you."

"Ok. I'll...put a bit more thought into what I want and talk to Jon." Y/n promises since she gets why Lando would rather she speak to his trainer who he easily trusts with his life and his entire career really.

Obviously it hasn't wiped out every insecurity that she's got, but Lando will keep a closer eye on her when it comes to this stuff and at least now he knows there's something of a problem in her head even if it was something he just didn't notice.

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[shankschewtoy]

Hey slayer. I've been violently ill lately and thought it be best to turn my misery into your profit, so here's a request for you. May I request the asl trio with an s/o that one night got really really sick?? Like I'm talking throwing up in the toilet, body shaking, feeling like you're going yo die type of thing. Thanks, have a great day and I hope you drink water 👋

a/n - nooo! I’m sorry about that anon :( I hope you feel better soon :) sorry in advance but I somehow make things cracky when they’re supposed to be serious 💀

warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, vomit, comfort

- this guy hasn’t gotten sick once in his entire life, so he doesn’t know what the fuck to do when someone gets sick- (have you seen the way he tried to handle when nami got sick 😭)

- today, you already felt nauseous, sick to your stomach. The thought of eating made you want to throw yourself overboard-

- the rocking waves that shook the boat back and forth only contributed more- you weren’t even sure if this was your sickness, or sea sickness at this point

- maybe both?

- the toilet was your new bestie, the amount of times you threw up in there were countless

- chopper did his best with what meds he had- but nothing really eased the sickness. Your head just kept banging, dizzy from how many times you’ve thrown up

- your captain wasn’t sure what to do- he just kept frantically calling chopper over to see if you were ok.. He knew that maybe his funny antics weren’t going to help you right now

- “Sorry y/n… But I think this is just going to pass tomorrow, hang in there.” -chopper

- You were glad it wasn’t anything serious, but this was horrible

- Don’t you worry, Luffy stayed with you the entire night. He stole a bucket from Sanji for you to throw up in, and tried to tell you funny stories to lighten up your mood

- “Okok- ummmmm. Ok so there was this one time where grandpa kicked me down into a hole at night and-“ (Luffy was abused /with love)

- whenever you tried to sleep, he’d pat your head softly to lull you to sleep, and he tried his VERY hardest not to make any noise

- he ends up making noise but- it’s alright, you still love him (I hope)

- “Y/n! Don’t think about green! Like- don’t think about bushes and stuff! Think about uh… Meat! Wait- no. Uhm….“

- You were getting even more sick at the mention of the color green.. And meat? Luffy no.

- “NO I’M SORRY! DON’T THINK ABOUT MEAT! THINK ABOUT UH- THE SKY? THE GOING MERRY! SUNNY?”

- with him naming random stuff extremely loudly, it was able to distract you from all those gross thoughts, good save Luffy

- you made it through the night (traumatized) but alive. You were glad Luffy was there to stay with you, even though he’s not the best doctor in town lmao

- he loves you, and he’d do anything to make you feel alright :)

- he’s very experienced with almost every sickness, and he’s read about almost every kind of medical book he has in his library

- but nothing prepared him for taking care of the person he loved, because books don’t cover that :)

- you already asked Dragon if you could rest for today, and that alone made sabo so worried. You never had to miss a mission.. This must’ve been really bad

- as soon as the ship docked, sabo sprinted, and I mean SPED towards the headquarters

- my man literally knocked poor koala over on the way 😭

- when he burst through the door like a mad man, he grimaced when he saw how bad you looked

- you were still sitting by the toilet, your face turning green in close intervals

- “Oh hey sabo- how was the m-“ *throws up*

- “Y/N?! ARE YOU OK?!”

- He’s about to faint, but he managed to drag the doctor out from his office, and haul ass back to you for him to check you out

- sabo never knew he could be so tense and anxious, he found out today that he suffered from major anxiety whenever something bad happened to you 😭

- The doctor explained that it was simply a really bad stomach flu, and it would go away by either tomorrow or the next few days

- sabo was glad it wasn’t anything serious! But still, he was worried about you, I mean… You weren’t looking great-

- He tried his best, but whenever you threw up, he felt sick as well- so he comforted you while closing his eyes and covering his ears (he’s trying)

- at one point he had to run off because he threw up too 💀 probably from both feeling horrible because you were going through this. And also, he’s scared of vomit unfortunately

- just because he’s scared doesn’t mean he’s not going to stay with you 24/7! He’s sitting with you, giving you whatever you ask and need

- he tries to talk about anything except vomit and the color green lmao- but he somehow finds a way to get back to it??

- “Yeah on the mission today- we were freeing some of our comrades and one of them- his name’s Steve. He was wearing this AWFUL green shirt and I swear-!” *throws up*

- “I’M SORRY- FORGET EVERYTHING I JUST SAID PLEASE.”

- this poor man is dying, but trying 👍

- like Luffy, this guy has never been sick. EVER

- but he’s an expert at sensing whether or not you’re feeling ok- it’s kinda creepy

- it’s like he knows if a sneeze is coming, and he says bless you early 0-0

- this time, he didn’t catch it since he was off the ship, kicking marine ass on an island

- when he got back, you were- let’s just say.. You’ve been better.

- Whitebeard was worried, and Marco took a look at you right away. No one was as worried as Ace though, this poor guy was on fire, quite literally

- he kept accidentally setting things on fire around him from how worried he was!

- “Ace, don’t panic. Stay calm.” -Whitebeard

- “I AM CALM.”

- no he is not calm at all

- Marco told you that this would just have to pass normally, and he could only give you some anti-nausea meds

- when ace could finally go into your room, he was asking every single question known to man

- “Baby are you ok? You need water? Hugs? Food? A bucket? Meds? Blanket? Marco to turn into a fluffy bird and for you to hold him in your hand?”

- “…what?”

- let’s just say if you need something, he’s on it

- whenever you throw up, he’s like- cheering you on?

- “Great job! Get all that nasty stuff out! You got this!”

- I mean. It helped I guess 💀

- he’ll give you cuddles, hugs, anything to help you fall asleep and get through the night

- you finally fell asleep on him after a couple hours

- but this poor dude needed to pee so bad at around 3am. But the thought of waking you up, only for you to start throwing up again made him so sad..

- he didn’t want you to have to go through it again if you didn’t have to!

- so he sucked it up, and held it until you woke up at 7

- “Oh hey ace.. I feel a lot better now, thanks for staying.”

- “Oh my gosh that’s great! But give me like- 10 seconds I have to pee so fucking bad-!”

- my man SPED to the bathroom, leaving a literal trail of fire 💀💀💀

- he was in there for a while 😭

a/n - ace is so sweet 🥹

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[luvsuperboard]

lee felix, the fuck did you put in the brownies?

pairing: besties!ot8 x gn!reader

contains: crack, cursing, dramatic ass besties bc they’re skz, mentions of weed (mdni).

‼️: remember this is just an scenario and humor, don’t take anything seriously!!

note: I LOVE MAKING THESE, it’s so fun KDJD. btw thank you sm for all the likes and reblogs for “comfort meal” i really appreciate it <33

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you were in your room, chilling like a villain –yes, like the movie descendants, what about it– and like the cool person you are when you started to feel dizzy. kind of nauseous although you still felt… relaxed? it was a weird feeling. your head felt heavy and your stomach was growling even though you weren’t hungry, you had eaten moments ago.

you quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom, facing the mirror you took a look at your face; your eyes looked tired and droopy, which was weird since you had gotten a good sleep the night before…

this could only mean one thing, well, you could either be turning into a zombie or you were intoxicated by food –yea let’s go with the second option. your thoughts about zombies and unexplainable things like aliens and stuff are for other story.

back to your illness. you walked around your room, from the bed to the bathroom, from the vanity to the window. still thinking about what could’ve gotten you sick. you decided to go with an elimination process.

“okay… let’s see” you sat on the edge of your bed, frowning as you looked at the floor “yesterday…for dinner, cereal!” yea that couldn’t be, it was normal for you to eat that.

“this morning i had a toast? yea that can’t be” your hand went to your chin as you hummed, your eyes squinting as you tried to remember what else you ate that wasn’t usual or inside your comfort zone.

“today the guys came over… hyunjin brought wine, han brought cheesecake and felix brought brownies but- hold on” finally, good lord.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” mhm, a gut feeling was telling you this had to do with felix.

you quickly grabbed the jacket that was in your kitchens counter and looked for your car keys in the cabinet they were usually in but oh right, you were dizzy, and yea that didn’t help at all. it only caused your head to spin more.

“fuck it, they’ll have to come” you patted your pockets looking for your phone, when you opened it you went straight to the phone app’s keypad type felix’s number.

“beep…beep…beep… hi, it’s felix! please leave your message-”

“AGH, YOU KNOW WHAT? FORGET IT, YOU STUPID ANSWERING MACHINE” okay this wasn’t that deep yet you were getting anxious. but it’s okay we have a second option again.

“i swear to god if this man doesn’t respond” you looked through your contacts and found him; ‘mf with the big ass’.

“HELLO, THIS TIME IM NOT CALLING TO ASK FOR MONEY OR YOUR WORKOUT ROUTINE. PLEASE TELL ME WHERE IS FE-”

“oh hey y/nnnnn~” oh god.

“UM, HI? ANYWAY CAN YOU PLEASE TELL FELIX TO ANSWER MY-”

“felix? oh my! you like him? wowww i always knew you did! i mean im lowkey better but- HEY GIVE IT BACK!”

“NO! WAIT HYUNG WHY ARE YOU CRYING, I JUST TOOK THE PHONE? EW IS THAT DROOL? OH, UHH HEY Y/N!” you sighed when you heard a voice that sounded normal. it was jeongin, your savior.

“LISTEN JEONGIN, JUST LISTEN. BRING WHO EVER I DONT CARE IF YOU BRING THE WHOLE WOLF GANG, JUST MAKE SURE FELIX COMES”

“ALL OF US? WE WENT EARLIER THOUGH. WAIT, OH LORD YOU TOO? DO YOU NEED WATER? DOES IT MATTER IF MINHO COM-” and you hanged up.

1h later…

not four, not five but about a hundred knocks on your apartment’s door, damn. you stood up from the couch – and yes, thankfully you didn’t feel as bad as earlier but the little dizziness was still there. “comin’!”

your jaw didn’t drop because you were too frozen when you opened the door for it to even move. seven men, standing in your home’s entrance, what could be strange about it? they’ve been there before.

oh well let’s just say that one of them was SUCKING ON HIS FINGER LIKE A LITTLE IPAD KID AT HIS GROWN AGE, HOPE IS CLEAR WHO ARE WE TALKING ABOUT. then minho had a mustache drawn on his face? is this even happening? like are you living or this is just a very high quality dream?

changbin seemed normal but he looked like a teenager being forced to be somewhere they didn’t want to be, and hyunjin was lost in his own world like always, yea those two were clean.

jeongin, oh god poor thing, was struggling to keep the furry squad quiet –he had been doing that since they jumped into the car and before you opened the door– otherwise your neighbors could’ve complained.

you decided to let them in before continuing to analyze their states. “where is he.” you sounded like some mafia boss talking to their hitman when you asked jeongin the question “where is lee motherfucking felix”

“I WANNA GO HOME!” oh yea we forgot to go over the way the rest of the literal kids looked like. seungmin was another victim, the mf looked like he always did, he just had one little problem, lets say the brownies made his voice a little… “OH MY GOD, Y/N, YOU ATE THOSE LITTLE BROWN SPONGES TOO!?” louder. he was literally yelling with his whole soul, like his life depended on it. what the fuck.

the rest were okay; minho, hyunjin, jeongin and jisu- wait “WHERE IS HAN JISUNG” you asked desperately. minho was looking at his nails like some sassy king who clearly didn’t want to be there when he spoke “yea don’t worry about him, let’s say he ate some of the brownies and was too… sleepy. yea too sleepy to come”

“that’s good. i wouldn’t be able to handle him right now, also, why do you have a mustache- you know what never mind”

you sighed in relief. now let’s go back to the main topic, lee felix.

there he was, smiling like a five year old after getting a kiss on the cheek from their crush, his cheeks were flushed and his hair was all ruffled “you, chick. couch. NOW!” you were scolding him like you were his mom LMFAO. you just had to stare at the rest for them to follow felix on his way to the living room.

we’re now presenting the sane team! (aka the ones who didn’t eat the brownies) starting with… yang jeongin, lee minho, seo changbin and hwang hyunjin!!!

and the rest (the ones currently in other galaxy) are… um chan, the puppy, freckles and jisung who didn’t even come, god, imagine if he was here.

“WHO THE FUCK MADE THE BROWNIES?!” you asked while they were sitting in the living room’s sofa.

“JUST FELIX!”

“THE FRECKLED KID MADE THEM YESTERDAY, HE WAS ALONE IN THE KITCHEN, I SAW HIM!”

“don’t know, don’t wanna know” very minho from him.

“ash, it was clearly felix hyung” jeongin was trying to act mature but you could tell he wanted to laugh at the spectacle.

“WHY ARE YALL BLAMING ME?! THIS IS SO UNFAIR!” felix threw himself on the floor as he fake-cried? actually cried? what was that mf on?

“you’re the only one that bakes.”

“…”

“moving on!” you said before being beautifully interrupted by a loud ass puppy.

“Y/N DO YOU HAVE BOARD GAMES? IF SO, LET ME KNOW WHERE THEY ARE”

“just go to my room, there must be a monopoly or something under my bed, TAKE CHAN WITH YOU!” you were happy they were going to be entertained for now. lord save chan’s ears though.

seungmin had to drag chan to your room, he pulled him by one arm while the elder’s cheek was flat against the floor, you could see the line of drool his mouth left on it as the puppy looking guy dragged him. ew.

“ALRIGHT SO, CAN SOMEBODY EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT WAS IN THOSE BROWNIES THAT GOT THESE HOES,” you pointed at chan, seungmin and yourself –even though you were in your mind now– “ACTING ALL WEIRD?”

crickets. fucking crickets bruh.

“NOBODY IS GONNA SNITCH? that’s lowkey cool, aww y’all not fake, BUT I DONT GIVE A FUCK, TALK”

“WHY ME THOUGH, LIKE OKAY I BAKED THEM BUT WHY AM I THE ONE THAT PUT SOMETHING ON THEM?” felix tried to defend himself.

hyunjin snorted “the last time you made lemon pie, FUCKING PIE BRO, i found tooth paste on my slice” this time the boys bursted out of laughter.

“SHUT UP I WANTED IT TO HAVE A FRESH TOUCH”

“MINT AND LEMON AREN’T THE SAME, MY GUY” changbin intervened and jeongin like the good maknae he is didn’t waste time on bullying his elder “my guy? what are you a frat boy?”

“SHUT UP”

“and let’s not forget about the time when i found one of jeongin’s toe nails in one of your cupcakes”

“HYUNJIN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.”

“sorry.”

“how do you even know it was mine…”

“UM BECAUSE I LOVE YOU?”

“THAT MAKES NO SENSE?”

“oh wow i see, if you loved me enough you could tell which toe nails are mine too! from far away even! we’re done.”

“these hoes are nasty bye” minho covered his face with one of the sofa’s cushions. the room was filled with the discussing voices of the guys and now you could see felix getting overwhelmed, oh lord what it’s coming.

“WEED!”

it’s the way the room went quiet as the word left the bakery boy’s mouth, everything stopped, is not like you’ve never seen or heard about weed cmon, but felix? felix + weed?

“HUH?”

“PFT HELP” jeongin started laughing like crazy, but when he heard how felix was quiet and seemed embarrassed he stopped. “oh shit, YOU NOT LYING?!”

“i’m so sorry i must’ve mistaken the brownies, i made two trays! and i didn’t decore them or anything so they all looked the same and i was in a rush because i wanted to bring something to share earlier…”

“i knew that it wasn’t me! they were good but lowkey had a weird taste, sorry lix”

minho was hitting hyunjin’s arm with his elbow, knowing that he can’t control his laughter in the worst moments. “don’t laugh bro, don’t laugh. if you laugh i’ll laugh” minho whispered to the boy. if hyunjin were drinking water that shit would’ve already be going out his nose. this duo man.

“I DONT WANT YOU GUYS TO THINK THAT I DID IT ON PURPOSE!” he pouted like a little kid stop it, but you remember he was yk… flying in the air “I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH I COULD NEVER HURT YOU OR ANYTHING I SWEAR”

“I KNOW I KNOW, IT WAS A MISTAKE I LOVE YOU TOO FELIX.” you sighed and there was silence but “BUT YOU CANT JUST PUT WEED IN A DESSERT BABY”

“WHERE DID YOU GET IT FROM? asking for a friend..” minho is such a mood. changbin in the other hand was covering his mouth, he really thought nobody saw his ass giggling.

“why would you even mix that together, ew” hyunjin said as he continued to draw on a napkin, artsy king 4L.

“OKAY I’LL EXPLAIN, STOP ROASTING ME, DAMN”

“i should’ve brought popcorn for this, shaking my head” changbin said and hyunjin smiled, giving him a high five.

jeongin gasped “DID YOU JUST- did you just say… s-shaking my h-head?! AS IN ‘SMH’ LIKE WHAT YOU TYPE IN TEXT? you’re so 2016, couldn’t be me”

“LET FELIX TALK, DAMN!” thank you minho, we love you.

the boy took in a deep ass breath “okay so, jade asked me if i could help her by making some, ahem special brownies because she was throwing a party and-“

“jade who?”

“oh, a friend!”

“you have friends?” MINHO WHY WOULD YOU.

“i’m so done i’m sick and TIRED and SICK AND DONE BYE IM-”

knock! knock!

“ugh, who is it now, i’ll go get it” hyunjin ran to the door before putting his hair on a ponytail “HELP, HELP ME!”

when you heard the screaming, all of you ran to the entrance to find a short silhouette, it was around 9pm now, it was dark outside, cold and lonely. what could a random person be doing by knocking on your door at that time?

the person was giving you their back, you couldn’t see their face nor their body since they were wrapped around what seemed like a blanket or a big ass sweater.

they let out a growl? bark? was this the beginning of a horror comedy?

“you didn’t tell me…” the person said, the man. still facing the other way. his voice was low and deep, not even felix’s sounded that way bro. at this point you could tell hyunjin had peed his pants and the rest were just as scared.

“didn’t tell you what, sir? what are you?” minho said, his voice sounded firm, he wasn’t risking it so he talked properly and with respect.

“you didn’t tell me, that…”

“WHAT PLEASE SPIT IT OUT. DIDN’T TELL YOU WHAT?” felix yelled at the guy while breathing heavily.

all of sudden the man turned around, dropping the blanket that was covering his body, letting you see the tray his hands were holding. the man had a chocolate-stained manic smile on his face? wait…

you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YALL WERE HAVING A SLEEP OVER! HANNIE IN THE HOUSE BABYYYY” the quokka like guy said while doing a lil dance “BY THE WAY! THIS BROWNIES ARE GOOD AS HELL, LIX”

“SHIT”

#stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #stray kids scenarios #felix x reader #lee felix #felix skz #stray kids #stray kids fluff #skz #felix imagines

[luveline]

hi jade i hope life is treating you well <33 would you please write something for the asf universe maybe where fred invites ghost to come with him to something that he has to go to, and ghost doesn’t know how to say no so she tries to drag herself there despite how exhausted and sad she is, thank you for everything, take care of yourself <33

thank you for your request lovely! fem!reader, 2k

cw for mental health issues

Eyes dry as sand, you lean down in the hallway of Lee's flat to retie your shoelace. You'd done them haphazard, late to get ready. Fred doesn't notice you've stopped, swinging around the corner, each part of him beside his fingers on the doorway disappearing from view. 

"Hey, guys. Alicia, what have you done to your hair?"

"I've dyed it."

"I can see that. Feeling morose, were you?" He pauses. You look up in anticipation of his confused gaze. "Love?" he asks. 

You spring up with your shoelace half tied again to meet him in the doorway. Easy, Fred wraps his arm around your shoulders. He is, unquestionably, showing you off to his friends. "Hi guys," you say. 

You don't mind talking to them —they're not the problem, his merry band of twenty-somethings, reminiscent of their school selves but with enough piercings, tattoos, and bold haircuts to tell the difference. You're different enough that half of them didn't recognise you the first time they saw you again after leaving school, Lee Jordan's ill-fated birthday party, Freddie and a handful of bruised knuckles. You're the girl Fred defended unshakingly. It bought you a lot of street cred. 

What's so special about her that Fred would bother making such a mess? they must think. You honestly don't have a clue. It has more to do with Fred's big heart than your deserving, probably. 

"Hey," Angelina says, knees up at the table, a coke sweating down her arm. "Thank god you're here, George hasn't shut about you both since you cancelled on him." 

"I had salmonella," Fred says, arm steadfast behind you as he guides you into the kitchen. He encourages you into an empty chair by Angelina, likely George's considering the familiar worn wallet laid out by an empty coke. "Couldn't really de-salmonella myself." 

"Freddie!" Lee says, bottles clinking together in his hand. 

"Alright?" Fred asks. 

"Man, I'm glad you got here early. I wanted to talk to you about Melena before her lot come over at seven. Her gran just died so now she has a lot of money and nothing to do with it." 

"I don't like being responsible for other people's money," Fred says, his hand toying with the back of your shirt as he talks. Totally distracted, doting on you anyhow. 

"I thought you'd say that." 

You pick George's wallet up, unthinking. Neither of the twins has ever felt much possession of their possessions, nor have they ever withheld anything from you, and so you've a lack of manners all their blame. You run your thumb over the plastic window where a photo of Molly holding a smaller, younger Ginny on her knee takes centre stage. 

"Hello," George says, his reappearance surprising you enough to lose your grip on the wallet. His arms cleave you from Fred's grasp, all guy smells and squeezes as he hugs you roughly. "Things aren't so dire as to pickpocket me, surely." 

Fred is your very best friend on the whole planet. George is an extremely close second. You smile at the fierce pressure of his arms and pat him on the wrist. 

"Sorry, I was being nosey." 

"Wait, I've forgotten I was mad at you." 

"For what?" you ask, though you know.

"You didn't come to game night! What the fuck, ghost? Fred had salmonella, whatever, but you weren't sick. I missed you." 

I didn't feel well enough to come without Fred, you almost say, but it's still not fair. George really is a best friend. "I should've come. I'm sorry," you say. 

"That's okay. Come to the next one, yeah?" He stands up, giving your back a whack and a half. "You okay?" 

Honestly? No. You're tired. You don't feel like a very good person, and being with your friends makes it worse. You would've said no to coming tonight, but it's not as easy as it is with George to say no to Fred. Fred asks you for things, hand on your hand or your elbow or your knee, and you can't entertain letting him down.

"We've been invited to Lee Jordan's for drinks next Friday," he'd said. At that moment your shins were over his lap, his new phone precariously held in his long fingers, "you'll come, won't you? It was rubbish without you last time." 

"Yeah," you'd said immediately. "Course." 

Why? you think now, a sharp knife of dread sliding beneath your ribs. What a stupid idea. Your hands are clammy where you wipe them in the knees of your jeans, your mouth uncooperative as you answer George's inquiry. "I'm okay. How are you? Did you get your new sofa yet?" 

The night pulls on in dribs and drabs. You're better at hiding how you feel now you've reason to hide it, someone who loves you enough to pay attention, but it always shines through. Like grease on silk held up to the light, the pervasive oiliness of how you feel seeping, seeping. You jump from room to room, bump shoulders with people you know and strangers alike, swap a coke for a vodka and, at Fred's proud production, an ice cold mimosa with a fresh orange slice hooked on the rim. 

"A mimosa? At 9PM?" you ask, taking it anyway. 

"Vitamin D, doll. It's good for you." Kiss to the top of your head. Fred is stolen away again by an old friend. You sit in the pit of a deep chair, the comfiest, softest seat in the house, a fresh drink in hand, music you like playing to the left and a shouted promise of pizza and potato wedges called from the kitchen. 

Everybody cheers. You take a sip of your drink and decide to go home. You can sidle up to George and tell him you're not feeling well, he can tell Fred when your boyfriend notices you're gone. No one will panic, and there will be no need for him to go home. 

But Fred doesn't work that way. Doesn't trust you to tell the truth about how you're feeling; you're a liar, and he knows you'll undersell the weight of whatever it is that's wrong. 

When George pops by to steal your drink, you don't spin a lie about headaches or cramps. 

You're loved into telling the truth. 

Fred wanders back your way eventually. He sees it on your face (he must), the disconnect between your eyes and your surroundings. It isn't everything about you —you see him approaching and you smile, opening an eager hand to his arm— but he's well read in your feelings. He hips you along the big chair and sits back, pulling you with him, his arm again protectively held over your shoulders as he tucks you into his neck.

"You look tired, lovely girl," he says, his voice weak in the quiet.

"I'm trying not to be." 

"I don't think it's something you can try your way out of." Stronger, fonder, he's reassured by your smile, but he knows you better than anyone. "You've drunk your mimosa!" 

"George," you correct.

"Ah. Did you like it at all?" he asks. 

Things don't always taste right to you. "The fizzing was making my nose hurt." 

Fred turns your face to his. "Not your gorgeous nose," he laments, lips barely parted. He strokes you cheek with the soft pad of his thumb like he's trying to smooth away a line, eyes pinching into a squint. Handsome squint on a handsome boy. 

"I'm okay." You answer before he can ask.

"I know. Wish you'd said something earlier, is all." 

"I can't… ruin your fun. Every night." 

"Every night," he repeats. He tips your chin up to kiss you. "That's ridiculous," he says when he leans back. "You don't ruin any fun, ghost. You make it fun." 

"Make what fun?" you ask, sounding more and more tired with each word. You mumble into his shirt. "This should be fun… don't know what's wrong with me."

Fred goes soft like butter in the sun, though what's warming about your limp disposition is anyone's guess. "You're sick of hearing me say this," he begins, words slow, "but you have no reason to… feel so disgusted with yourself. I can hear it, sometimes… in your voice. You don't have to know what's wrong with you, you don't have to force yourself to have fun, you don't have to be so angry. Not with my girl, she doesn't deserve it." He kisses your cheek, a sudden cheerful punctuation to his serious moments. "You feel rubbish, you don't know why. It doesn't matter, so long as you can feel better in the end." 

"I'm just tired," you say, as you've said a hundred times before. 

"You're always tired." 

It makes your throat ache, that simple acknowledgement. 

"You can kip on me if you want to," he says. 

"Here?" you ask. 

He shrugs, jostling your shoulder. "Don't see why not. Unless you want to go home. We can go home, sweetheart."

It's unsaid. Staying here, even when you don't feel good, will mitigate the guilt you'd feel if you dragged him home. He doesn't care, he'd never hold it against you, but you're paranoid anyways, and self-hating to a fault. There's no need to add fuel to that fire, so you can stay. But if you really can't manage it, Fred will take you home. 

"Maybe I'll just lean on you, for a bit." You meet his eyes fully, brown and big and looking down at you with a shiny kind of love. "If that's okay." 

Fred drops his arm to the small of your back and wraps it around, his thumb searching for your Jean pocket. He hooks it there, his chin rubbing a short line into your temple. "Oh no, my beautiful girlfriend wants to snuggle. Whatever will I do." 

"You don't have to, Freddie. You can enjoy your party. I could just go home." 

"I don't want you to go home," he whispers, a secret. "I want to be where you are. I like parties, but I like you more." 

"Are you sure?" you ask. 

Fred lays back with the affect of a gluttonous Prince, as though he has everything he wants right there at his disposal. You can't imagine being the pretty girl under his arm, and yet you are. No matter how awful your head hurts, he makes you feel like you've nothing to be ashamed of. It's the kindest thing he can do. 

"Take a breather," he says. "Let's have fifteen minutes. If you feel worse, we'll go home. 'Kay?" 

You look at his lap, curling your fingers into the hem of his pressed button down. "Okay. Thanks, baby." 

He sounds pleased at the pet name. "Melena's coming over here. Quick, pretend to be sleeping. I'll stroke the back of your neck if you promise not to laugh." 

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #a special friend universe

[longsleeveleper]

Can’t put into words what finding Nurgle meant to me

Not long after Halloween I got chronically sick and was confined to my room with naught but my computer to keep me company. During that time I fell into Warhammer 40k via a let’s play of Dark Crusade and as a Warcraft 3 kid oh man love at first sight. I’d fall in love with fantasy later but that’s another story.

The funny thing is chaos isn’t my favorite faction, though it is one of them. My favorite faction is Orks. And the Death Guard aren’t my favorite chaos warband, it’s the Night Lords (yes yes edgelord I’m aware it’s what I’m here for). So I don’t really identify with Nurgle on a tribal level, I don’t love him because my favorite character or faction is Nurgle. I identify with Nurgle on a philosophical level, because of the value they had to me metaphysically.

Now let me clarify, I don’t want everyone to die of super-mega-pneumonia. Quite the opposite I want nobody to ever be sick because I now know for an absolute fact being sick SUCKS. But, I am sick, and I have been told I will be sick forever. This is where the value of Nurgle to me enters the picture.

Nurgle and Nurglite worshippers are the first time I can recall truly see people with diseases being represented with strength. It definitely want the first time such a thing was presented to me, but Nurgle is such a strong and repeated example of it that it I couldn’t ignore it. Because illness is strength for those who worship Nurglites. They are some of the most stubborn damn near impossible to kill just straight up fuck you try me durable. In mechanical terms being a nurglite will make you tougher to kill. Because they are sick, because being sick is a gift from their god to make them stronger. WOW!

There are so many further layers to my love of Nurgle. For one, Nurglites are described as being able to feel no pain. Now pain has an important biological function, but let me tell you, I have way too damn much of it. I haven’t been without pain for 13 years, I haven’t fully relaxed in 13 years, I haven’t been able to think without a dagger in my head in 13 fucking years. So the notion of feel no pain has quite the appeal to me, even if on a rational level I understand that feeling no pain would be it’s own dire problem.

There’s also how the Death Guard fall to Nurgle, where so much pain and suffering is inflicted on them to the point they begged on someone anyone to take the pain away. And yeah Nurgle is the guy who made them feel away, he is evil remember. But hey I’ve been there! I have begged and pleaded and prayed to doctors to please do something anything to make the pain stop, to make me feel better. And you know what? At least the death guard got a fucking answer. I’m still in pain! No one’s answered my prayers. So I understand the utter desperation of a situation like that.

But speaking of what Nurgle does let’s talk about him! Grandfather Nurgle, that’s his title, because that’s his demeanor. He’s a doting fatherly god who loves and cares for his worshippers, giving onto them lovely gifts. Sure, those gifts are horrific diseases. But he’s one of the few deities to show anything close to benevolence in the entire setting of 40k. A lot of his followers follow suit as well. Whether it be the jovial Great Unclean Ones, the feral shitkid nurglings, the Beasts of Nurgle who are literally described as puppylike, or an amicable friendly cultists who smiles at you through rotting teeth a lot of Nurgle’s followers are *happy*. The notion of finding happiness even in a setting as terribly horribly bleak as 40k inspires me to hope I can find happiness in our much happier reality.

There are many, many things I love and adore. So many things that have meant the world to me, that have taught me something that isn’t irreplaceable. But when I chose to get a tattoo I picked the Mark of Nurgle. Because to me, that symbol means love, but it’s also something that will never ever not be a part of me. It means acceptance of where I am and who I am. It’s an attempt to salvage what strength I can from a situation that has rendered me weak. So whenever I need to remind myself of that meaning I touch my tattoo, and I try to embody what Nurgle means to me. My illness isn’t something I can beat. But it’s something I can endure.

#nurgle #warhammer fantasy #warhammer 40k #chronically ill #chronic pain #sickness #illness tw #physical illness #disease

[lovingchrissposts]

Our Little Secret

a/n: do we like or hate? this it wasn't really a request but I worked on it with a friend kinda but like not really. She helped me proofread it. Im so sorry for the ppl who have left request and I havent done them yet i was working on this but ill check in on it in a few days to see how we are feeling about it !! (There will be more parts and future smut.)

Warnings: Cursing, throwing up, cheating if you squint, angst, and I think that it??

I knew my boyfriend Jeremy and I weren't on the best terms recently. It was hard to talk to him, he wouldn't open up to me, and he would constantly get black out drunk at parties or wouldn't remember who I was till the next morning.

I was getting so fucking sick of it, I didn't know how to tell him or bring it up I just couldn't I knew he loved me, but he just really got on my nerves sometimes.

-

I had spent hours getting ready for a party for one of Jeremys' friends Sam. I kind of wanted to go because I knew my best friend Sicily, was gonna be there. I was wearing a pair of heels with a small chain around my ankle, a tight black silky, satiny, smooth, wrinkle-free, dress that had a slit up to my thigh right below my black lace thong. It had spaghetti straps that looped over my shoulders perfectly. My black hair swooped on the sides of my face and down my freckled shoulders.

I felt a pair of arms come up around my waist as I was putting on a silver bracelet, it was my boyfriend. He kissed the side of my face before resting his chin on my shoulder. "hey." he mumbled onto my shoulder. I clipped my bracelet and put my hands over his. "hi." I whisper back leaning into his chest.

"You look gorgeous, do you want to stay home?" he asked me squeezing my hip as I felt something poke my lower back. I swallowed and took in a breath. "I kinda wanted to go tonight is that okay?" I whisper and he kisses my cheek and I feel him smile against my cheek.

"Of course Lexi. I didn't think you would want to go but if you want to I'm not gonna stop you." he chuckles and lets go of my waist. This is what I mean by sometimes he is genuinely sweet and a good boyfriend.

-

about an hour goes by and I'm walking around Sams's house with one of my friends. all the guys look the exact same here and It doesn't help that I'm drunk as fuck.

I see my boyfriend and I start feeling really sick to my stomach. I see people fucking swapping spit with their girlfriends and it makes my stomach feel like I'm about to throw up.

I look over at my friend who's taking another shot. I feel like I'm about to pass out. I feel someone walking behind me and I quickly grab onto them to stabilize myself before throwing up right in front of me on the floor.

"what the fu- oh shit-" the guy from behind me yells setting his drink down grabbing the back of my hair and bundling it into a pony tale as I throw up. I finish after about two times and I turn around tears spilling out of eyes, my best no where to be seen.

Me and the guy lock eyes but I quickly push past him up the stairs into the small bathroom. I sit in there for a few minutes with the door closed wiping my tears and fixing my eye liner.

The guy from before knocks on the door. "Hey?" a deep voice calls from the other side. I open the door and get greeted by a man taller than me, with tattoos on one side of his arm, and earrings, He is wearing a black tank top and pink shorts that read the logo "Fresh Love" in white.

"hi?" I whisper back sniffling. "Hey, are you the girl who threw up like I dunno, five minutes ago?" He asks me and I nod. "oh, well I'm Matt, Matt Sturniolo. you okay?" I smile softly swallowing back tears as he speaks to me. I nod my head softly and sigh.

"Well, where's your boyfriend? I-If you have one." Matt stammers as he speaks in a quiet voice. "I honestly have no idea where he is, probably with some other girl, but I feel like I can barely stand right now."

we talk for a few minutes and the next thing I know I'm passed out in the back of Matts car. I wake up my eyes fluttering open and I start panicking. Shit, where am i? who is this, is he gonna kidnap me, oh fuck Jeremy.

#sturniolo triplets #artists on tumblr #asexual #margot robbie #taylor swift #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #five nights at freddy's #ace attorney #attack on titan #ateez #attention wh0r3 #adventure time #bubbline #simon petrikov #fionna and cake #betty grof

[stumacherstan]

Hey um, first time asking for a request but du u think you could do a Slasher short story, of Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Bo Sinclair and any other Slasher you want, being married and They Child. (Your choice of gender) being sick to where they keep throwing up Blood and one day, They're Child asks The Slasher. "Daddy? If I die, will you miss Me?"

How will they react to that? I mean I have a friend like that and He died awhile ago and I thought this would be a good memory seeing how He loved Horror movies and your picture is Stu Macher and He did meet Matthew Lillard, before He died and I thought this would be good.

a/n: oh man anon, im sorry for your loss anon. thank you for coming to me with this request. i hope i do it justice <3 i hope you’re happier now and healing well.

Stu Macher x ill!Kid x Reader

Stu is freaking the fuck out on every doctor. This man has taken lives and never gave one fuck. In fact, still doesn’t give one. Seeing his kid be in pain and the doctors can’t do much, it makes his murderous rage coming back. Stu holds your hand tightly as he sits besides his kiddo. His light. The beautiful life he created with you. His kid can’t die.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah baby?” His throat feels right seeing his kid cough more blood. He feels tears well up feeling you let go of his hand to clean it up. He feels so hopeless.

“If I die, will you miss me?” The kids blue/(your eye color) look up at him. Their cleaned mouth is held into a little frown.

“Don’t say that,” you gasp out.

“Kiddo, I’ll feel dead without you. I’ll miss you so much. But don’t say that. Daddy’s got the best doctors in the state for you.” Stu was telling the truth. Every word of it.

Billy Loomis x ill!Kid x Reader

Billy has horror written in his eyes when he sees his sweet little baby cough up blood. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” He is yelling your name over and over as he picks up his child.

You rush over in panic. Billy doesn’t yell like this. Billy doesn’t lose his cool. You grab the keys instantly when you see the blood on your child and Billy. You guys do a switcheroo and suddenly he’s driving and you’re holding the kiddo.

“Daddy? Mommy?”

“It’s gonna be okay, we’re going to the hospital and we’ll figure this out,” you cry out softly. This hasn’t happened before. Why now?

“If I die, will you two miss me?” The little hoarse voice says.

Billy wants to be harsh and say shut the fuck up, they’re not going to die. They’re going to live and you guys are all gonna watch a movie together soon. Billy knows everyone is scared. “I’ll miss you more than anything.” He breathes heavily as he speeds up, feeling like those words are an omen. “Your uncle Stu is gonna get you the best doctors and you’re going to be okay.”

Bo Sinclair x ill!Kid x Reader:

You run over to Bo with tears in your eyes and your sweet little kid in your arms. “(Y/N) what’s wrong?” He spots the blood and tenses up. “(Y/N) who’s god damn blood is that?”

“i-it’s theirs. and i-i-i don’t know what’s w-wrong.” You sob.

Your child feeling scared and confused. “Daddy? Am I going to die?” Their big ole bug eyes as Bo likes to call them look up him.

“No.” Bo quickly takes you both into the truck and started driving. He’s cursing himself in the head for living in this forsaken fake town right now. How bad is the condition? Can it be fixed? Can the doctors do anything? His hands were gripping the wheel as you tried to calm yourself down. He couldn’t do anything. What kind of fucking father and husband is he.

“If I die, will mommy and daddy miss me?”

“pl-please don’t say that. of course we’ll miss you.” You hug your baby tighter and your tears haven’t stopped since.

Bo speeds up. “If you die, we die together. Daddy and mommy would miss you that much.”

#scream #house of wax #slashers #stu macher #billy loomis #bo sinclair #stu macher x reader #stu macher drabble #billy loomis drabble #billy loomis x reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair drabble #slasher x reader

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

On The Tide - Chapter Four

Winter gets in an altercation for his ‘laziness’, and his Captain comes to his defence. Prompts met; - Quiet Cry for Help' (Double) and 'Don't Look Back' (Dozen), @multifandom-flash - 'Sexual Tension', @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition); - 'Shielding Someone With Their Body' and 'Stuck Together', @seasonaldelightsbingo (Winter Wonderland) ; - '29. Hey, Wake Up!", @flufftober CW: Implied risk of violence

Check it out below the KR with the boards, or on AO3 here!

“Hey, wake up!” I blinked in surprise, looking down at the rope in my hands dumbfoundedly for a moment before securing it to the belaying pin, the snaked figure-eight wrapping around and around before I glanced toward the voice. It took two days of sleeping between his sheets for my Captain to let me return to my duties – or rather, to commence them, at last. It was clear that the explanation of my sickness had fallen on disbelieving ears, judging from the amount of scowls and distasteful glanced I’d received throughout the morning. But this was the first time anyone had spoken directly to me, and a man perhaps five years my junior strode across the deck toward me with a thunderous expression. “You slack off for your first few days, then daydream when you finally show your face? Just who do you think you are, newbie?” I raised an eyebrow at my heavyset aggressor, entirely unphased by the several inches and hundred-plus pounds he had on me. “Sargeant Barnes. US Army, special ops.” My genuine response seemed only to anger him further – which I more than moderately expected – and he stepped closer, his chest brushing against mine, forcing me to tip my chin up to maintain eye contact. “You’re a cocky little shit, aren’t you?” “I like to think so, yeah.” He growled audibly, jaw rolling in irritation, shoulders squaring in a failed attempt at intimidation. “You think I’m going to let you get away with talking to me like that, runt?” His fingers curled into a fist by his side, the motion catching in the corner of my eye, and I tensed pre-emptively, prepared to dodge and put this ogre on his ass before he could- “Walker, Barnes, that’s enough!” My head turned minutely, never breaking eye contact, but he snapped to attention, back stiff with respect, and I couldn’t help but snort under my back. Kiss-ass. A hand on my chest pushed me backwards, firm and unrelenting despite my tensing in response, forcing me to move my feet a few inches. I glanced aside at last, finding dark, intimidating eyes boring into my own, and winced minutely. Shit. “What’s going on here?” Lieutenant Tyne snapped, looking between the two of us, his irritation clear in his voice. “This grunt thinks he’s better than us, lazing around like a piece of shit ground p-” “Enough,” the Captain growled, his eyes settling on his crew member, cold and intimidating. Now that is scary. This guy should take notes. “Sergeant Barnes has been unwell through no fault of his own. Unfortunately timed, but genuine nonetheless. You yourself once spent several days without contributing due to illness, if I remember correctly – so it feels somewhat hypocritical for you to be challenging anyone, Corporal Walker.” I bit back a grin at that, pushing a hand idly through my hair. Corporal. I wonder how mad he is that I outrank him… “But Sir-” “That’s enough, Walker,” Lieutenant Tyne snapped, eyes narrowing further, stepping between the two of us as the Corporal turned back toward me. “No. Back off. Don’t make me tell you again.” Walker looked at me briefly over his Captain’s shoulder, his gaze full of fury, before he turned away at last, muttering under his breath as he walked off without looking back. Greg turned his eyes to me instead, hard and impossible to read beyond his evident irritation. “With me.”

I paused nervously in the middle of his quarters, gaze darting anxiously. Fuck, I’m for it now… “Are you okay?” My head raised in surprise, jaw slackening. “I-I-” “The first altercation can always be a little… Uncomfortable.” He reached out, his fingertips brushing my arm gently, causing my breath to hitch in my chest. “I wanted to check on you – though he seemed far more inclined to a quiet cry for help than you were,” he added, grinning. I was momentarily dazzled by the broad smile, mouth working wordlessly. “I-I’m not… Easily intimidated,” I breathed, feeling my cheeks colour shyly at his closeness. “I could’ve taken him.” “I don’t doubt it,” he replied softly, leaning just a little closer, his head tipped slightly to one side in a way that made my heart stutter. “But we’re stuck together – it’s better if we don’t start throwing punches just yet, okay?” I nodded, and he smiled again, making my throat dry up nervously. I stopped breathing entirely as he moved even closer, his face an inch from mine, and his smile turned teasing, one side curled higher than the other as my lashes fluttered automatically. “I can’t open the door with you standing there.” Mortified, my face flamed, and I ducked out of the way quickly, stiffening at the sound of his soft chuckle. “You think you’re funny?” I snapped, straightening up and grasping the door myself, irritated and affronted by his amusement. “It’s very easy to make you blush,” he countered, his hand still on the doorknob as he met my gaze once more. “I’d say more entertaining than funny, though.” I scowled, jerking on the door, but his muscles simply tightened, the wood barely shifting as I strained. “Let me go.” His eyes assessed my face before he released the knob in surprise. “… Did I offend you? I’m sorry. I was only teasing you.” I nodded, and he hesitated again, hand touching my arm gently. “I’m truly sorry, Sergeant Barnes.” I nodded once more, placated by the softness in his voice, his fingers trailing over the thin sleeve covering my skin and raising a line of goosebumps in his wake. “I- Thank you, Captain Tyne.” I inclined my head shyly, ducking past him as he opened the door for me, returning to my work confused and uncertain. What’s happening here?

#fandom: marvel #Character: James Buchannan 'Bucky' Barnes #Rating: T #fanfiction #mine #writers on tumblr #writing bingo #Win speaks #seasonal delights bingo #winter wonderland bingo #prettyshipboy❤️ #fandomfreebingo #Lt. Gregor Tyne #flufftober 2023 #Bucky Barnes x OC #fandom free bingo: frosty edition #multifandom flash bingo #cw: implied risk of violence

[eugeneshelton]

kiss it better.

written for @sledgefuweek 2023 (day 3: scars)

sledge learns something unexpected about his mortar squad buddy.

It was approximately 1600 when we reached the camp. Most of the guys dropped their packs where they stood and made a beeline to the ocean, but Shelton and I went to our tent. I couldn't help but notice that he looked more tense and tired than usual.

"Fuck." He sat down on his cot with a sigh, head dropping between his shoulders. "I feel like shit, Eugene."

He didn't look up at me, but I could easily picture his expression when he said that. Eyes barely open due to exhaustion, chapped lips bit so hard they were bleeding, sweat and tears falling in rivulets down his dirty, gaunt face. I wished I could kiss him better and make him forget about the world. It would just be us, holding each other close on that flimsy cot and maybe finally getting some sleep.

"Why don't we go wash off?" I suggested instead, sitting down next to him. Our knees bumped against each other and I struggled not to blush. "I think it'd do you well."

"You sayin' I stink, Sledge?"

In spite of how tired he was, he still managed to give me one of those disarming, smug smiles. I could feel my cheeks heat up.

"That's not what I meant."

"I'm just teasin'." He rested his head on my shoulder. Thankfully the mud on my face would help cover any signs of bashfulness. "Alright, let's go."

We walked in silence until we reached the shore. Most of our friends were still in the water, swimming or splashing at each other like kids - most of us still were kids, and this was one of those rare moments where we were allowed to act like it.

Something about that sight made my heart ache.

"C'mon, Sledge." Snafu poked my arm, having already stripped off. Christ, he was shameless. Unfortunately, I was starting to mind it less and less.

I watched him run to the water as I preoccupied myself with undressing. I set down my folded clothes next to his, left in a disorganized pile, and followed in his footsteps. Cold water lapped at my shins as I stepped in, lacking the confidence Shelton had to run to the ocean and dive in headfirst. Except he did not do it this time. He seemed apprehensive, only walking deep enough for the water to reach his waist. I only saw him dip his torso once - and he winced as he did it. He walked out sooner than usual, too. Not wanting to possibly humiliate him in front of everyone, I waited a few minutes before following him back to the tent.

As I pushed aside the door flap, my heart sank. Snafu was sitting on his cot, shirtless, a long laceration visible on his shoulder blade.

"Jesus." I immediately regretted not keeping my mouth shut, as he quickly turned his head toward me. I have never seen him look so embarrassed before. "I'm sorry, Shelton."

"Did you do it?"

"What?"

"Did you hurt me like that?"

"...No."

"Then don't apologize. It's stupid."

I sat down next to him, trying to offer comfort. He refused to look at me, going as far as to move away when I tried to touch him. Nonetheless, I craned my neck to try and get a better look at his wound.

"Shelton, I really think you should get that checked out."

"It's just a scrape. I'll manage."

"What if it gets infected?" I tried to reason with him, knowing how he was about illnesses. "You could get sick, Snafu."

"Fuck off."

As infuriating as his behavior was, I couldn't find it in my heart to be angry with him. That's just how he was - too proud to let anyone see him so vulnerable, much less help him when he needed it. I got up with a sigh and knelt down in front of him.

"Hey, my old man is a doctor. You can trust me."

I must have reached him somehow, because he turned his face back to me. He looked just as tired as before, but… sadder. I reached out to squeeze his hand reassuringly and, surprisingly, he squeezed back. That little gesture was enough to both fill me with hope but also make me anxious.

"Fine. Just… don't make a big deal out of it."

I let go of his hand and got up to look for supplies. He looked at me expectedly the whole time, fidgeting with the loose thread on his pants. Once I gathered everything, I led him to my cot and turned on the little table lamp beside it.

"You promise you won't tell Doc Caswell?"

"I promise, Snafu."

"...Merriell. That's my name. You can call me Merriell."

Merriell. What a beautiful name. I must have said that out loud because he looked away, seeming a little flustered. Putting this incident aside for my own good, I set out to work. Thankfully, the laceration was not too deep and did not require any stitches. I dipped a cotton swab in rubbing alcohol and gently brushed it near the edge of the wound. Merriell winced, his shoulders tensing up. Looking at his body up close, I noticed a number of small, pale markings all over his back.

"Merriell?"

"Yeah?" he said through gritted teeth, visibly uncomfortable.

"Have you been hiding things from us?"

"...What things?"

"Have you not been telling us when you got hurt?"

He stilled. I regretted asking this question because as soon as I did, he seemed to close in on himself. He looked ashamed, borderline scared. Like a child getting scolded. Against my better judgment, I cupped his cheek and turned his face toward mine.

"You don't have to hide things like that from me, you know. If anything like that happens ever again, I'll help you out. I promise."

Merriell just stared at me, chalky blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. I was preparing for an outburst - a shove, yelling, even a punch. Instead, he kissed me. And it was the most gentle kiss of my life. He kissed me with warmth and tenderness I would have never expected of him, or of anyone else for that matter. It felt so right to feel his arm wrap around my waist, his fingers brush through my hair, his lips press against mine.

"Eugene?" he whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

This time it was I who pulled him into a kiss, more passionate than the one before, but just as loving. I held his face in my hands, letting my fingertips brush against the stubble on his jawline, his high cheekbones, the soft, short curls on his temples. He grabbed hold of my shirt, pulling so hard he could rip it off if he wanted. I didn't care in the slightest. He could do whatever he wanted. I was all his and he was all mine. We only separated when neither of us could breathe anymore.

"I love you, Eugene." He gave me the brightest, most sincere smile I've ever seen. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Merriell."

I pulled him into a hug - too carelessly, unfortunately, as I brushed against the cut on his shoulder blade. He winced again, this time not hiding his scrunched face. I kissed him everywhere I could, apologetically, until I felt him relax again.

"Thanks for kissin' me better," he chuckled.

"That's what I'm here for."

With that, I resumed cleaning his wound. Merriell took it much better this time, only frowning when I swiped the alcohol-soaked swab across a particularly tender area. We finished in no time and, having bandaged the cut, I gave him one last kiss as a reward for good behavior.

"Gene?"

"What is it? Is there anything else you need?"

"Not at all, just… thanks for doing all this. You didn't have to."

"Aw, Merriell." I ran my fingers through his curls. "It's nothing. I'll always be there to take care of you."

He rested his head on my shoulder, lacing our hands together.

"Y'know, I was afraid you wouldn't like me," he confessed. "And now I feel bad because of how awful I was to you. I'm sorry."

"Hey, I get it." I squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I felt the same way. I was prepared for you to break my nose when I held your face the first time."

"Aw, I could never! Your nose is so pretty!"

I blushed, apparently profusely enough for Merriell to find it funny. I didn't mind it, though - his laugh was the most beautiful sound in the world. Eventually, we laid down on the cot, limbs tangled together and faces barely a few inches away from each other. Everything about him was beautiful, from his bright eyes and raven hair, the soft curl of his lips and gentle slope of his nose, toned arms and lean waist, down to the way he talked with that mellow Cajun lilt. I loved everything about him. He must have loved everything about me, too, as he seemed to examine my features with all the scrutiny of an art critic. Merriell must have noticed my shyness because he gently brushed his thumb against my cheekbone and guided my head down to his chest.

"Hear that?" He pressed my head closer to his chest so I could hear the gentle, rhythmic beating of his heart. "It's all yours, Gene."

I wrapped my arms tighter around his waist, barely able to stop myself from crying. My impeccable luck drove me to find the love of my life in the middle of a war zone and I made a silent vow to never let him go. I'll always be there to take care of you, Merriell. I'll make good on this promise.

#sledgefu #the pacific #eugene sledge #snafu shelton #sledgefu week

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HIIII MACKINTOSH goob morning,,, pd episode 11 update ASHE MOMENT hi. hi oh my god. everyone HAS to be obsessed with him right?? he has to be like a fandom favorite guy HES GOT A CURSED GRIMOIRE!!! awsome. awesome sick i love him.

REALLY chewing on all the dakota & william stuff this episode... what will said about his wisp form being kind of terrifying because he never knows if he'll really be able to return to his body... ohh man thats so good. kid who's soul is just kind of held in by a thread rattlin around in there... + also this ep was great re: the trivia point u mentioned last night ab dakota & will clashing morality!! bc yeah!!! wild that wiwi's hesitance to Torture People wasn't because of the Torturing People part but just bc he's afraid of himself... dakota just having to Leave partway through... aughh. vyncent also holy shit!! all of these guys are having such a bad time.

I LOVE ASHE oh my godd. such a specific type of alt kid i love him. type of guy i would befriend like a shy stray cat at orchestra camp after complimenting his red jumpsuit apparatus hoodie. also there HAS to be insane amounts of discourse re: wavelength (holy shit. mark. mark. shrieked at that. i feel like i cant call him that its too weirddddd) parenting methods?? there HAS to be people who r like well i can excuse the murders but i draw the line at homeschooling ur bound-to-a-demonic-book kid. yeah youre right he & tide r so divorced 2 me. single dad & single mom. why is he so intent on getting tide back hmm??!!

anyway... hghghbk. good episode i won't make this even longer & start talking ab the spirit world stuff (!!!???!!!?!!?!!) BUT i hope u r having a good dayyyyy <3333

FUCK YEAAAAAH IM SO EXCITED YOUVE FINALLY MET ASHE I LOVE HIM SOOOOO MUCH. I LOVE HIM SO VERYMUCH . AUAGHGHHH. ashe winters my boy forever... i KNEW u would like him i could feel it in my BONES. hell yes. love love love a grimoire guy :]

I CANT WAIT 2 SEND U THE TRIVIA FOR THIS EP i started writing it out at the beginning of my shift this morning and then had to go to like a billion meetings so you dont get it until i get home. but theres some TASTY behind the scenes characterization discussion. ohhh thays my favorite. esp irt dakota this ep :] i love him so much . i love all of them so much

ANYWAY. william ashamed of his powers mkment!!!! my boy he is made of catholic guilt. anyway. i fucking loved how he ghost shaped his spirit form for intimidation instead of actually using it. hes so smart hes so cool hes everything to me if i start thinking about william wisp for too long ill go fucking bonkers crazy.

MARK. MAAAAAAARK. DUDE IM SO FUCKING GLAD YOUVE FINALLY LEARNED HIS NAME BC IVE ALMOST CALLED HIM MARK IN UR NOTES SO MANY TIMES AND IVE HAD TO CORRECT MYSELF. wavelength who. this is my deadbeat dad best friend mark winters. HES NOT A DEADBEAT DAD. IM SORRY. ok ok ok. i cannot say much irt him rn but there IS a reason hes like this hes not just shitty for the sake of it. he does care very much hes just bad at it. uhhhhhhghdgdgdgggdgdrrrghg i love him. a lot . #1 mark winters apologist blog right here. im not even sorry. luckily..luckily i have not seen the discorse about him yet but i know its out there somewhwre. sigh.

u know whats funny. youll hear this a little bit but its mostly in the bts stuff. grizzly fucking HATES mark. and that bleeds into how he plays dakota which makes sense but its SO FUNNY in the rolleds just how much he gets mad at mark. which !!! understandable he sucks hes terrible. but im built different i love him.

AND TIIIIIIIIDE. hey. hey remember when william was interrogating mark the first time. in the holding cell. and he tried to use a ghost shaped tide at first but mark called bullshit right away because "tide's never spoken to me like that before" hey . fellas.

#um! fandom phenomenon with ashe. like 90% of the fandom uses she/her pronouns for ashe and im not. totally sure why? #i think thats just like. the prominent popular fanon thing but personally its not for me. #also ive seen people be like. weirdly pushy and defensive about it so im like. hm ok no thank u <3 #just my 2 cents tho ppl can do whatever they want idc !!! #i love him a lot. dw you will get so attached to him i promise #anyway. kicks feet twirls hair hiiiiiiii mark . he sucks so much. hes terrible. however he does care so much. augrhrhrhrgrhrjr. the nuance. #OK OK. DRIVING HOME FROM WORK NOW SO ILL BE RADIO SILENT FOR LIKE AN HOUR <3 will have trivia for u later hehe #SOOOO SO EXTREMELY HAPPY UR HAVING SO MUCH FUN. YOU UNDERSTAND ME NOW. IM INSUFFERABLE FOR GOOD REASON #asks #friends!!! #intertexts

[deepfried-dildos-again]

The wrinkles of my brain have birthed something maybe marvelous; lobo who obviously doesn't want to ruin his image as a tough guy so he keeps making bullshit strong man reasons to be soft with his s/o, which in turn makes s/o just start initiating the cute soft touch's and lovings much to lobos dismay cuz if he gets mad about s/o calling shots it proves he's soft and he has to pretend he doesnt care with a red face

YES YES YES CORRECT YOU ARE RIGHT I THINK ABOUT SOFT LOBO EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE

I have a weakness for being soft while someone is ill so take this and ignore my hand waved explanation for why his healing factor doesn't work rn.

Finally figured out how to do cuts on mobile so fic is under the cut!

"You suck at making chicken soup"

"Feetal's Gizz, babe, this ain't chicken."

"... what the hell is it then"

"Kester."

"Fucking what."

"Kester! It's like... space chicken."

"Gross space chicken."

"Gross space chicken that's gonna help ya not be sick, open UP."

Lobo tried to spoon feed the soup to you again, but you artfully dodged and managed to get him to spill it on the pillow.

"Sugar, I killed this myself. Eat it."

"Greeeeat incentive, Bo, but I'll stick to my cold meds."

He sighed and rolled his eyes, then put the bowl down and crossed his arms.

"What I get fer trying to be a good boyfriend. Whatever."

"Baaaabe."

"No, uh-uh, save it, traitor."

"I'm sorry for saying that space chicken is gross"

A sigh, and then he gave in. He sat on the bed next to you and rubbed a hand over your hair.

"Get better, mkay? It sucks when ya get sick because y'can't do stuff with me."

"I'll do my damndest."

"Thanks."

His lips pressed against your sweaty forehead and you settled into the bed. Dodging his soup attacks had tuckered you out, and you were ready to sleep.

Once you'd conked out, Lobo stood up and grabbed the bowl. Taking an experimental sip, he wrinkled his nose and shook his head.

"Stuff IS gross..."

Looking back on you, he felt his heart do an (in his mind) incredibly stupid little tap dance. You always made him feel... gooey. It was dumb. That was dumb. You were dumb. But dumb in a very very cute and likeable way. More like he was dumb for being... what?

What was it? He knew he liked you but how? It was... weird. He didn't really do committed relationships, so he didn't really have anything to base this off of.

... You were probably just a phase, anyway. But if you were then why did it hurt to think that?

He looked at you again from the door and smiled a little. If you were a phase you sure were a nice one.

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Months later, after you had gotten better, you were sitting in the bedroom, reading. Bo had been out on a bounty for about a week now, so the house was much quieter. Much... emptier. You missed him, but he was coming home soon.

The door slammed open and shut, there was the thud of boots being tossed off, and a loud sneeze.

"Babe! Hey, welcome home!"

"Mm. Hi, sugar."

You ran out to see him, and he looked... bad. He was sweaty, his eyes were bleary, and his nose was running.

"Oooh. Hi, Bo"

"Mmh."

He leaned down a bit and wrapped his arms around you. It was a warm hug. Far warmer than normal. This man was absolutely sick, what with the fever and sweating. You pulled away and looked him in the face.

"What happened?"

"Got inna fight inna lab. Knocked into a fridge."

"... did anything... spill on you?"

"Lotta stuff."

"Oh, baby..."

"M'fine, what's fer dinner?"

He peeled himself off and stumbled to the kitchen. Oh, the poor dear, he looked like he was about to fall over. While he rested his head in his arms, you set some stir fry in front of him, along with a bottle of cold meds. He ignored that, chomping on the food, and you crossed your arms.

"Take the meds"

"M'fine."

"You are very obviously sick"

"I got a healing factor."

"Well it's not working!"

"Babe..."

"Dearest. Most darling. Light of my life. Please take the cold meds."

"No."

Pushing himself up, he put his plate in the sink and lumbered to the living room. Again, you followed him, getting more and more worried.

If he'd been exposed to just one virus, that would be fine, but a mixture? That might confuse his healing factor enough to actually get him sick, at least for a while.

Coughing, Lobo tried to focus his eyes on the TV, but they kept drooping shut. He didn't brush you away when you sat down, so you put a hand on his. It was icy. Sighing, you pulled it to your lips, and he groaned and leaned into you. He was heavy, and you struggled to pick him up off the couch, but you eventually did.

Once you got him into bed and covered him up, he huffed and closed his eyes.

"Lobo..."

"Dunno why yer worrying, m'fine."

"Sweetheart, you don't have to be tough around me. It's just me."

His breathing hitched at that. When his eyes opened, you saw pupils. Genuine pupils. You'd only ever seen him have pupils when he was just waking up, at his most vulnerable.

"Bo?"

"...you take good care of me."

The bed springs creaked as you sat next to him, and you took his hand into your lap.

"I have to. You wouldn't take care of yourself if I weren't here."

"Been getting along fine fer years..."

"Lobo, please. It was a fight to get you in bed in the first place. You're stubbornness is matched only by your radiant beauty."

He chuckled at that, then coughed.

"Stay with me?"

"You don't even have to ask."

That was, apparently, the wrong thing to say. As soon as you did, he yanked you down onto the bed and latched on. God, for a sick guy he was still strong.

After a few moments of initial shock, you decided to stop struggling. If it made him feel better, hey, let him cuddle you.

Maybe an hour passed before you remembered something important.

"...baby, you do realize that I still need to give you medicine, yeah?"

"Few more minutes."

"Ok. A few more minutes"

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A.N.

Hi. This took way too long to write. Sorry about that. It's also not exactly what you asked but it's where the muse took me I guess. Hope you enjoy!

#lobo x reader #lobo #lobo dc #dc fanfic #my writing #lobo my beloved

[heroes-fading]

hello good morning you have altered my morning with your fic and here are my point by point thoughts

“Love is being there, it’s being solid, it’s being nothing like the back of a man he hardly remembers the face of now.” this line?????? not to trauma dump but as someone whose dad left her 🤪 I’m in so much pain over this one line because yes!!!!!!! it’s not that at fucking all 

“Joel isn’t his father. He’s worse” notes app apology right now. 

no bc Joel bringing up not leaving Ellie but I know this mf says the “You’re not my daughter” line and I’m balling my fists ready to Fight bc as someone (again not to trauma dump) but who has had something similar said, Ellie is better than me I would not forgive as easily LOL 

all I am is crying over the “You’re not my daughter” scene and Joel convincing himself he has to leave her god it’s too early to be hysterical 

“He hopes it’s not a death sentence” well. it’s not Ellie’s death sentence (TLOU2 stares in the distance) (hey let’s think about when that happens and leaving her and he can’t even do anything about it)

thank u for speeding up the forgiveness timeline bc my GOD nothing hurts me more than knowing it was Years they were distant

once again you have hurt me with taylor swift. joel is my emotion support father figure and this fic is the case and point. but this was SO FREAKING good you amaze me

this is me giving you a hug

joel is truly an emotional support father figure for the Community at large. we saw a mass murderer with attachment issues and went "yeah that man? that's my father now. thanks." a bunch of adults and teens went "yeah this is making me mentally ill again i can't wait to write and read a bunch of Scenarios about Fatherhood".

(fun bluestoplights lore -- my dad's dad actually bounced on him before he was even born, probably borne out of an affair. dude went on to become a heart doctor with a building named after him, had kids, married a few times, died nine days after my dad did when my dad was fifty-three and the guy was in his nineties...never once checking in on my dad after he got sick...my dad never said a word about any of it -- he just so happens to look exactly like the guy and i did internet research on obits with nothing but a last name that isn't ours -- but i think a lot about how he tried to show up for us and hung in through hell for the sake of his kids when his dad never once did it for him. add that in with my own deep seated fear of becoming my mother...YEAH oh i put a little flavor in here of my own trauma that's what makes the broth complex i suppose. i don't believe in 23andme or whatever but if i did i could make those kids' lives exciting. everyone loves family trauma!)

anyway, i think every time we write in this lil pool together we're putting bits of ourselves in there. not in the cannibalism way. just the trauma way. so to feel solidarity with that, to explore those feelings in a safe lil space, is so meaningful so i'm glad it resonates and i'm glad we get to feel these feelings together.

#tlou2 isn't real i've suffered enough dead dad trauma they will not take joel miller too ok #i'm very normal about this #i have such a normal time #hbo: omg ok fun zombie show we got pedro pascal this will be just a nice little action video game addition #local women whose 53 year old dad died when she was 14: shut the fuck up i'm never going to be fucking normal about thiiiiiiiiiiis #i am in fact not at all normal about this #may we all be bonded by fun collective trauma #even if not the dad variety but just fun feelings #fic talk

[dexter-doll]

Incorrect quotes from a generator

Ft my ocs

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Alen West: The joy of hanging out with Cerena. You look away for 5 seconds to make sure something is set up correctly, and they bite the tip of a marker off.

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Cerena Demon: I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a “I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences” kinda way.

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Cerena Demon: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at math.

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Cerena Demon: Wow, it sure smells like wrong dog in here!

Alen West: Oh buddy...

Cerena Demon, already sobbing: ASK.

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Alen West: I'm having problems with a guy...

Cerena Demon: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?

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Alen West: One time I went to hand Cerena a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

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Cerena Demon: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.

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Alen West: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Shadow Cerena: Literally or figuratively?

Alen West: I have to specify?

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Cerena Demon: That’s illegal, right?

Shadow Cerena: Why do you care? Are you a fucking cop?

Cerena Demon: No-

Shadow Cerena: Then shut the fuck up.

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Alen West: Where are you going?

Shadow Cerena: Hell, eventually.

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Shadow Cerena: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down.

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*Cerena Demon is casually searching around the room*

Shadow Cerena: Hey Cerena, what’re you looking for?

Cerena Demon: My will to live.

*Alen West walks into the room*

Cerena Demon: Oh, there it is.

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Alen West: You look mentally ill.

Cerena Demon: I am. Let’s go.

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Shadow Cerena: :)

Cerena Demon: >:(

Shadow Cerena: Turn that frown upside down!

Cerena Demon: ):<

Shadow Cerena: Not sure what I was expecting...

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Cerena Demon: You know, sometimes dandelions remind me of that shadow version of me.

Alen West: Aww, is it because they’re like a little sunshine, spreading light and hope everywhere?

Cerena Demon: What? Gross, no, it’s because they’re like a weed that you can’t get rid of!

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Shadow Cerena: I baked you a pie!

Alen West: Really?! What flavor?

Shadow Cerena: *pulls gun out of the pie* DEATH!

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Cerena Demon: So my therapist was talking to me and she said that I really just need to break down my walls and let people in.

Cerena Demon: So I’ve decided to break the fourth wall.

Cerena Demon: *looks at camera* Hi there. I use humor as a coping mechanism.

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Alen West: I’m not so sure you’re stakeout material.

Cerena Demon: I’m a chronic insomniac, I was born for this.

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Alen West: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck.

Shadow Cerena: Who told you my secret?

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Cerena Demon: You disgust me.

Shadow Cerena: *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don’t care.

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Vic Demon: Do you want this handful of moss?

Cerena Demon: Why would I want a handful of fucking moss?

Vic Demon: Damn, you could’ve just said no.

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Vic Demon, at Shadow Cerena’s funeral: I need a moment with them.

Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves*

Vic Demon, leaning over Shadow Cerena’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re using my brothers body and also not dead.

Shadow Cerena, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

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Shadow Cerena: Thanks for not telling Alen West what happened.

Cerena Demon, dumbfounded: I wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to explain this.

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Vic Demon: When's the last time you slept?

Cerena Demon: Uh... a few days ago, I think.

Vic Demon: A few- how many?!

Cerena Demon: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers...

Vic Demon: What you need is sleep!

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Shadow Cerena: Anything else?

Cerena Demon: Yeah. Stay away from me!

Shadow Cerena: Alright. See you in the room we share.

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That’s it for now

@crossover-enthusiast

#oc #cerena and friends rebirth

[dirk-rider]

TT: I’m here.

TT: I knocked for like five minutes and you still didn’t come to the door goddamn.

TT: Are you taking a massive shit or something?

TT: I bet you’re on the toilet going “Aw damn Dirk’s coming over and my toilet smells like a horse’s asshole right now”.

TT: That’s totally what you’re saying to yourself.

GT: Sorry im on my way to the door right now!

GT: I was just putting dinner in the oven my apologies!

TT: Dude it’s 13:00 why are you making dinner already. You probably just finished eating lunch.

GT: Well yes but im making ham! You cant undercook ham or youll feel ill and have to go home early and i dont want you leaving so soon!

TT: I don’t particularly mind being sick. I’ll just vomit all over your grandpa’s fuckin’ bearskins.

As Dirk sent his message, the door swung open in front of him and he was quickly pulled into a tight hug.

“Dirk, it’s so good to see your face! I’m so glad you could make it this early!” Jake said, giving Dirk a rough pat on the back.

Dirk coughed a bit into Jake’s neck at the force before replying “Yeah man, you said this series was long as hell. Figured we should start early.”

Jake let go of Dirk and stepped back. “Yes it is! Downton Abbey is quite a cinematic marvel, it’s a wonder it went on as long as it did!” He gestured towards the door. “After you!”

So Dirk stepped inside and looked around, still not entirely used to the… odd decor Mr. Harley used. He didn’t particularly dwell on it, though - the kitchen was already wafting out scents that made Dirk feel hungry. He felt his stomach rumble and put an arm around it reflexively, blushing a bit at the noise.

“Didn’t eat lunch again?” he heard from behind him, and spun around quickly to face Jake.

“Um,” was all he managed to reply. Of course he hadn’t eaten lunch, who has time to eat lunch? He was a busy guy and he didn’t need food, anyway. His mind had been occupied with other, more important things, like researching the best way to use a hydraulic system in a partially animated stuffed animal, as any normal guy would.

“It’s alright, I figured as much,” Jake chuckled. “I set out some snacks for you in the living room.”

“Uh thanks man. You didn’t have to do that, though,” Dirk tried saying, before his stomach let out another sharp growl. He grimaced. “Fine, I’ll eat something.”

Jake smiled. “Sweet! Well then, go make yourself comfortable! Just wait one moment for me to finish what I’m doing, and I’ll be right on out to join you!”

Dirk nodded. “Alright, see you in a minute.”

He made his way down the hallway until he found the living room, and was admittedly quite grateful for the sheer mount of snacks Jake had piled up.

He flopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote, quietly mumbling to himself as he turned the television on and started flicking through streaming services looking for whatever the fuck Jake wanted to watch. Some show about British people, that’s about all he knew.

Eventually he got to Jake’s watchlist and began scrolling down, looking for anything vaguely British looking. Jake was the only person he knew who actually used the watchlist feature, but hey, someone had to.

As he was scrolling he reached down and grabbed a handful of potato chips from one of the bowls Jake had laid out, leaning forward a bit as he shoved them into his mouth. He was really quite hungry, no matter how much he denied it. And he’d do pretty much anything to make the embarrassing noises from his midsection go away before Jake got back.

Finally he found the show and squinted his eyes to read the description.

“This historical drama follows the lives of the Crawley family and their servants in the family's Edwardian country house.”

Goddamn this sounded boring already.

Oh well, Jake seemed pretty excited to show this to Dirk, so he figured it’d only be nice of him to bear through it.

Especially since there was food.

He blushed a bit again but didn’t stop shoving chips into his mouth, only hoping he could eat enough before Jake got back so he didn’t have to embarrass himself.

After about five minutes, Jake came waltzing into the room and plopped himself down on the seat next to Dirk. He smiled when he looked at the television.

“Oh, good, you found it already!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands a bit. “You’ll love it, I just know it! Maybe in a sort of ironic fashion, but love it nonetheless!”

Dirk snorted. “What do you mean I’d enjoy it ‘ironically’? This shit looks so fucking real. Real as shit,” he said sarcastically. “Seriously though, I’m already asking myself why you’re so into this. Is it really that exciting?”

Jake grinned wider. “Oh, heavens no! It’s the most boring shit I have ever seen!”

Dirk sighed, then laughed a bit as he said, “Well turn it on already, I’m so damn excited you don’t even know.”

So Jake did just that, and Dirk leaned back a bit as the show began. And yep, it was pretty much as good as he expected.

As they watched, Dirk would make occasional comments and jabs at the characters, and soon he became so preoccupied with this that he hardly noticed how much he was eating. He only really went quiet when his hand reached the bottom of the bowl.

“Is everything alright?” Jake asked, looking to face Dirk.

Dirk quickly looked away before replying, “Uh yeah, sorry. I just, uh, finished that entire thing. Heh.” And lord, had he really?? Admitting that was almost… arousing.

No, it was definitely arousing, and Dirk knew it.

“Oh, that’s alright!” Jake replied. “There’s more, you know! One more bowl of chips and a box of cookies, all storebought but still quite good!”

“Uhh yeah. Thanks, man.” Dirk flushed a bit. God, he really wanted to eat all of that.

Really, the only thing stopping him was that he felt Jake had started catching onto what he was doing.

See, Dirk had began playing this little game with himself. He’d known since he was young that something about food was incredibly arousing to him, and when he realized how oblivious Jake tended to be, he began challenging himself to eat as much as he could on their dates. It made him incredibly flustered, but also incredibly aroused. Knowing he was doing something he would regularly get off to, right in front of his oblivious boyfriend, was like some sick kind of foreplay to him.

Recently, though, he got the feeling Jake was catching on. He’d ask questions, like “how much are you planning on eating today?” And he’d offer him more and more food, and he was just acting… different. So Dirk decided he had to cut back around Jake, at least for the time being.

At the same time, though, he didn’t want to be rude and just ignore all this that Jake had set out for him…

He grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved that into his mouth, too.

About five episodes in Dirk had gone through another bowl of chips, a bowl of popcorn, and an entire box of cookies. Jake had also gotten up momentarily to “check on the food”, and had come back with an orange soda, which Dirk had downed as well.

His stomach was already gurgling quietly, but after so many months of regular sessions similar to this, he knew he could still get more food in there if he wanted.

He noticed Jake occasionally looking over at his stomach, but he never said anything, so neither did Dirk. Instead, he would fill space where they should be talking with admittedly less and less ironic rambles pertaining to the characters.

As he was cursing out a character named Matthew for not making any moves towards a girl named Mary (holding quite a few parallels to how he used to feel towards Jake, though he’d never admit it), he heard a bell ding.

“Oh, dinners almost ready! Alright, Dirk, I’ll be back in a jiffy to grab you!” Jake exclaimed, getting up.

Dirk looked up at him. “Man alright, take your time.”

“Will do! Should be about ten, fifteen minutes, give or take,” Jake said, flipping the light switch on. “I’ll see you then!” And he was gone.

Now that Dirk was alone on the couch, he felt safe pulling his shirt up a bit and admiring his stomach. It was shaping out nicely around his jeans, and he had a slight bloated muffin top, but he exercised enough that he still had a nice set of abs beneath it.

He pulled out his phone to take a quick picture, then went to scroll through his social media feeds while he waited for Jake to come back. As he was scrolling, he rested his free hand on his stomach and rubbed small circles around it, knowing this would ease the bloating at least a bit and make it easier for him to eat dinner without looking exceedingly stuffed. He patted his stomach and forced out a short belch to clear out some more space that was filled with gas bubbles from the soda he’d downed, and sighed.

God, he wished he could absolutely fill himself to the brim with good food, but he knew he couldn’t, not without fear of Jake calling him out. So instead he just continued on readying himself for the next meal and tried to distract his mind through reading mindless drivel.

Eventually, he heard his name, and looked up to see Jake standing over him. He quickly pulled his shirt down, hoping to look casual while doing so.

“Dinners ready!” Jake smiled down at him. “And I hope you’re hungry, because I made a lot!”

Dirks face reddened and he hoped to god that Jake didn’t notice as he replied, “Alright, I’m coming.”

“Swell!”

So the two walked down to the dining room, Jake leading the way.

When they got there, Jake pulled out one of the many seats for Dirk before heading to sit on the opposing end. The table was one meant for large gatherings, so the two sitting across from each other without anyone there made for a slight dissonance, but Jake seemed used to it by now. He’d already placed dinner on the table, too - half of a glazed ham sat in between the two, alongside a large bowl of assorted fruits (most of which Dirk couldn’t even name), and a few toasted bread buns.

“I hope you like it!” Jake smiled, resting his hands underneath his chin.

“Wow, man, this is… this looks so good. This smells so good. …You’re really spoiling me, huh?” Dirk chuckled lightly, and Jake looked very pleased with himself.

“Of course I am! I am your boyfriend, after all!” Jake smiled back at him. But there was a slight malicious undertone that Dirk wasn’t sure he was imagining.

To distract himself, he cut out a chunk of the meat and laid it on his plate. And as he took a bite, his eyes widened.

Dear lord if this wasn’t the best thing he’d tasted in a while.

He quickly cut out another bit and shoved it into his mouth, too, and then another, and another. And this time, he wasn’t even intentionally doing this to get off - it was genuinely amazing food.

As he was reaching for more of the ham, Jake’s voice came from across the table.

“Make sure to get some of the other things I’ve set out as well! I didn’t put all of this work in for nothing!”

Dirk nodded and took an admittedly large portion of the fruit plate (much larger than he’d intended, it was a really big spoon) and one of the bread rolls.

“Sorry I didn’t have too much variety in this meal, by the way! I figured you’d be more comfortable with something I know you like, so I really only set out things we’ve previously discussed.”

“Are you kidding? This shit slaps, man! You’re fucking fantastic!” Dirk replied, looking up and across at Jake. And he really meant it. Despite how he felt in situations like this, the sexiness factor was currently almost entirely replaced by admiration. It meant a lot more than he could ever put into words.

“Oh thank you, haha! I just wanted to make sure you could get good and full!” Jake replied.

Shit now the sexiness factor was back.

Dirk blushed a bit but said nothing, instead just going back to his own plate of food.

As the two ate they chatted about the series they’d been watching moments earlier, Jake going on a bit of a monologue quite a few times as he explained how “the narrative really almost plays second fiddle to just how much they put into this camerawork!” and stuff like that. And Dirk didn’t mind, honestly he was just relieved he didn’t have to say too much, as his stomach began filling out more and he couldn’t focus on too much else.

The pressure in his gut was becoming a lot if he was honest, and he was trying desperately to not find arousal in this, not now. He had to stop soon, he told himself, before his feelings made themselves known.

So Dirk put his utensils down and leaned back in his seat, hoping to say without words that he was done.

Jake noticed, though, and quickly interrupted his own ramblings.

“Aww, come on, Dirk! I’m sure you can fit just a little more food in that stomach of yours!” he exclaimed.

Shit if that sentence wasn’t enough to pop a boner.

“Sorry man, I’m stuffed,” Dirk replied, closing his eyes for a moment.

Next thing he knew, though, Jake was at his side, putting another few slices of meat on Dirk’s plate, alongside two more bread rolls.

“I bet you can at least eat this much,” he said. “I made all of this for you, you know! Would be a waste if someone didn’t eat it!”

Dirk opened one eye to look up at him.

“Can’t you just leave it for leftovers?” he mumbled, furrowing his brow and hoping to god Jake didn’t look down at Dirk’s pants.

Jake chuckled a bit. “Well of course I’ll leave some for a later date! But it’s still best fresh out of the oven, you know?” He patted Dirk on the shoulder. “So eat up!”

Dirk groaned slightly. If Jake would stop saying hot shit he might be a little more agreeable, but he knew he’d just keep pestering him until he finished what was on his plate, so he picked up one of the rolls and brought it to his mouth. Jake seemed pleased by this and went back to his side of the table.

As Dirk continued eating, he looked over at Jake. “Why don’t you have more? You’re real insistent on getting me all good and stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey, but you’ve hardly eaten half of what I have.” He forced a laugh to hopefully sound more playful.

Jake smiled smugly. “Dirk, you have a stomach of steel! I don’t think anyone could fit nearly as much in there as you can!”

Dirk let that run through his mind. He couldn’t find any counterarguments, so he just continued plowing on. The pressure in his stomach only became more and more noticeable, though, and with it so did the pressure in his pants. A few times as he was eating he had to stop to let rumbling belches into his fist, which only really made the problem in his pants worse. And then Jake would give his own plaudits on each one, which really cemented it all.

After what felt like forever, Dirk’s plate was finally empty, and he sighed as he slouched forward to put his head in his hands.

“Okay, man, I’mmrrUurp - fuck, sorry. I’m done.”

Jake grinned as the eructation forced itself past Dirk’s unwilling lips, and Dirk’s face heated.

“Oh, goodie! And look at you, too, all nice and filled up. You did extraordinarily, I’d say!” Jake told him, getting up from his seat and taking his diningware in one hand. “Oh, dear, apologies - could you slide that over to me?” he then asked, nodding towards Dirk’s plate, and Dirk nodded back as verification.

When he tried to get up, though, he realized his stomach was much heavier than he had previously thought. His brow furrowed, and he huffed as he got up to hand the plate to Jake. The table was wide enough that he couldn’t really reach Jake’s not-so-outstretched hand, so he had to lean forward. And leaning forward had the side effect of making sure the edge of the table cut directly into Dirk’s distended gut, forcing out a lengthy belch.

“bwoooOOAAaaaarrrphhh!!”

Dirk’s eyes shot open behind his shades, and he clamped the hand not holding himself upright over his mouth. Sick fuck that he was, of course he enjoyed the feeling.

“Oh, wow, Dirk, that one carried some absolute heft! I didn’t think you’d have room in your stomach to even hold that after such a dense meal. Nice work, bro!” Jake took Dirk’s plate from his outstretched hand and began walking back to the kitchen.

“Be a dear and go turn the telly back on?”

Dirk once again nodded, unwilling to open his mouth until he was alone once more. Jake was fucking with him, he just had to be fucking with him, there was no way he wasn’t fucking with him.

As Dirk made his way back to the living room, he found his second trip there much slower than the first due to the weight he held internally. He used this time to mull over whether Jake was finally certain one hundred percent in Dirk’s kinks. The way he complimented him wasn’t too far off from how it was when Dirk had first started, true. But it also felt as though Jake was now indulging Dirk, trying to get him to a point that he couldn’t deny his interest if his life depended on it. He was cooking larger and larger meals, feeding Dirk more and more, and now he was becoming pretty damn insistent, too.

When Dirk entered the living room, he took a precautionary step and took a blanket out of the basket (of course the English-Harleys had a blanket basket) to hopefully cover his arousal.

After he plopped down on the couch, he placed it atop himself in a way he hoped looked casual, as though he was totally not hiding anything at all. Because what was there to hide. Nothing, that’s what. Or, that’s what he told himself, at the very least.

He used one hand to hit the “on” button of the remote as his other hand ran through his hair, and he allowed himself a shaky breath out. He had to go full on denial mode, not allow his thoughts even a taste of arousal.

To do so, he went back to scrolling through his previous mindless online drivel, and it worked for the most part. His gut was still gurgling, and the sounds would pry his focus away from his distractions. But only for a few seconds, before he’d remind himself that now was most certainly not the time, not if he wanted to keep up the charade.

By the time Jake joined Dirk, Dirk had managed to get the majority of his blood back where it belonged. He looked up at Jake.

“Back so soon?”

“I told you I’d be no more than two shakes of a lamb’s tail!”

As he said this, Jake gave Dirk another pat on the back, which forced out a bit more gas than Dirk would have liked.

“Oopsadaisies, I nearly managed to forget your overburdened state. My bad, heheh.”

The tone he used, though, made it quite clear he had not forgotten. Not in the slightest.

“Well. Make yourself comfortable, I’m ready to continue where we left off if you are.”

“Right-o!”

So Dirk hit the play button and the two quickly got back into the swing of things, Jake pausing every so often to go on rants and rambles, restating his own marvelings, and Dirk swinging right back with his own disses.

At some point while the two were talking, Jake had managed to wiggle his way beneath the blanket as well, scooting a bit closer to Dirk as he did so. Dirk would have commented on this move, but he didn’t want to risk having anything thrown back at him, any questions asked about the reason for the cover in the first place, so he instead continued his speech.

“So. We can agree that there’s an absurd contrast between the A plot and the B plot, right? Like… they’re expecting us to take a flower show as seriously as a real, honest to god murder coverup. What the fuck.”

“There’s also feminism!” Jake added.

Dirk laughed at this, and the exhalation allowed another small burp to follow. “‘Scuse me, goddamn-“

As he excused himself, Jake placed his rough hand against Dirk’s abdomen, only for Dirk to reflexively grab it.

“What are you do-oouurp- what are you doing??”

Jake put on an apologetic face, but there was a smile threatening to break out from beneath it.

“What, can a guy not give his good pal a much-needed tummy rub?” he asked, fluttering his lashes. “Your eructations are becoming interruptions, I figured I’d try to get things settled so we could enjoy the show-!”

“The only show you’re enjoying right now is taking place inside my abdomen, English,” Dirk interrupted before he could think through his own word choice. He let go of Jake’s hand, though, and allowed it to fall back atop his distended middle.

Jake fell silent for a moment, before he began softly moving his hand against Dirk’s warm flesh.

“…I’m only enjoying it because you seem so enamored by your own gluttony, my good man.”

Dirk nearly choked on his own tongue.

He wasn’t sure what to say to that. He felt his face return to the bright red he was becoming used to tonight, but kept his mouth clamped shut.

“Not that that’s a bad thing, mind you! Really, I find your games quite charming.” Jake hit pause on the television.

“But you didn’t seriously think you were hiding it, did you?”

Jake’s ocular attention was now entirely directed towards Dirk’s face, and he looked away, unable to face the guy.

“Hiding what?” he asked, strained. Dirk suddenly felt the need to take a drink, his throat absolutely parched by nerves.

Jake’s expression turned thoughtful for a moment before he began once more.

“Your arousal, I suppose. That’s how this all appears to me, anyway,” he chuckled. Then he leaned in towards Dirk’s ear, as though he were readying himself to tell a secret.

Instead of a secret, though, Dirk’s senses were flooded with the sound of one of Jake’s own gaseous outbursts.

“There’s no use in denying it, Dirk. I see the way your fists are clenched, your breaths labored. I can feel your heart beating against my hand. You are loving this, Dirk.”

He leaned back a bit and thumped on his chest once more, then followed with another low belch. As he let it out he grabbed Dirk’s hand and guided it lower, then lower still, before he took the blanket off of the both of them and was met with a rather unsightly bulge on Dirk’s end.

“Peekaboo! Would you look at that, Dirk, hardened by eructations. Be they yours or mine, you enjoy the sound regardless.” He let go of Dirk’s hand and palmed around Dirk’s crotch, humming a bit.

“Oh, look at what I’ve done to you, Dirk. You’re bloated beyond belief and still have the capacities to get hard. You only have so much energy, and right now it all seems centered in one area.”

Dirk grunted at the touch but said nothing.

“Dirk, were you ever going to tell me how you felt about all this? Or did you enjoy the thrill of voyeurism too much? Has this all been a part of some sick ritual I’ve been forced to help indulge?”

“…When did you figure me out.”

That was all Dirk could really muster at this point. He’d been stripped down to his barest desires, exposed for the pervert he was, and it was driving him wild.

“Ohh, hmm, what a toughie… let’s see here.” Jake made a big display out of counting his fingers, and Dirk’s brow only furrowed further as he did so. Eventually Jake looked back up and grinned at Dirk.

“Well, I guess I’ve had an inkling for quite some time by now. I can’t quite pinpoint when I became certain, but the evidence just kept piling up until it became hard to say that you WEREN’T getting off to this, haha!”

Dirk groaned.

“Fuck, Jake, I’m. I should have told you. I guess it is pretty fucked up of me to get all hot and bothered, work towards my own pleasure, and not clue you into that fact. I just- you’re- you kept making it so easy, so hot, and-“

Jake cut Dirk off with a peck on the lips.

“Oh, hush, you,” he giggled, “I find the whole thing rather endearing.”

Dirk finally met Jake’s eyes. “Real- really, now..? You aren’t just saying that, rrrooUuurph… ngh, fuuuck.”

As he spoke, Jake hit a rather tight spot in Dirk’s gut and forced out another small belch.

“If I minded so, I wouldn’t be so eager to indulge you, now would I? I wouldn’t be making such meals, caressing your bloatation, allowing your crass noises to continue, now would I?”

Dirk sighed shakily.

“I- I guess not, no. Probably not.”

Jake grinned and began unzipping Dirk’s jeans.

“So why don’t we do something about this?”

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omg i felt weird abt sending that ask but i was hoping it would inspire some dumping of thoughts, hell yeah i relate a lot actually being autistic/adhd and a trans guy. which is honestly why i’m caught off guard by my recent izzy fascination. i think i’d be less fascinated if i was involved in the fandom and had been bogged down by discourse lol. like i fully HATED him on my first watch when the show came out a few months ago and prayed on his downfall but then i set the show aside for a while and rewatched it last month and since then i can’t stop thinking abt him. i think it’s bc i’m at a place rn where i find it rlly hard to connect to ppl, have to shove down my feelings to get by on the daily, i’ve have a bunch of very emotional ppl around me my whole life who i’ve had to manage things for, and bc of my autistic interest with character tropes starting from a super young age i sometimes have to work to see other ppl as archetypes of themselves rather than fully fledged nuanced ppl. so i’m interested in psychoanalysing him but not excusing his stuff bc he’s fr the most unhealthily coping person in the show which is saying something. but tbh i think if i let my walls down i’d relate to ed more? but the walls existing makes me relate a lot to izzy rn i think. but not that much bc like hey sucks and i’m gay. i will say i never got the repressed sexuality stuff from him but that’s just me. i read it more as him being completely repulsed by romance and emotion bc it stirs something in him he rlly doesn’t want to confront. idk i’m in my izzy hands blorbo era rn and trying to avoid talking to the wrong ppl abt it dbsnbd sorry if it’s annoying

Dude you're so valid. I hope you get better at letting people in and keep working on your empathy. I usually see Izzy kinning as a red flag but it sounds like you're relating to the fact that he's the only character on the boat who isn't in the found family and to the fact that he projects things onto people which you seem to be self aware of so ill let it slide. Onto Blorbo from my shows.

I suppose one doesn't have to read him as repressed. Although I don't think that him being a repressed gay guy and him being completely repulsed by romance and emotion because it stirs in him something he doesn't want to confront are necessarily so different. Either way the vibe is that he's scared or resentful of his own feelings for Ed. I've never thought that he was necessarily pretending to be straight or anything. This is all head canon at this point but to me I think he's probably willing to admit his sexual attraction to some men. (He knows he's attracted to Ed and would probably admit it if the right person asked him in the right way but he'd never even let himself form the thought "I want to fuck Lucius" much less say it out loud despite it being objectively true) But I that being said I think a repulsion to gay love, which we know he has because of the whole "He's done something to my boss's brain" bit (and all of the baggage that implying queer love is a corrupting influence carries), is still repression. I suppose if he's aromantic (I have seen that head canon floating since Con said that he isn't interested in a romantic relationship at the C2E2 panel) maybe not but Aro people don't choose not to love, they just don't experience romantic attraction. Izzy Hands seems to actively choose not to love, romantic or otherwise, because he thinks love makes you weak (if the way he treats a love sick Edward is any indication anyway). So IDK how comfortable I am with putting him in the aromantic category, just because there are so few aro characters and one of them being a man who despises love and is the villain in a rom-com trying to keep the alloromantic main couple apart isn't a great look, but that's a whole other thing.

But yeah avoiding certain people is a good plan because you really have to avoid certain takes. Because it's not like Izzy is Kylo Ren, right, he's not utterly deplorable in that sort of way (I know Kylo got a redemption arc but it was a shitty one that failed to actually redeem him and he was still a space fascist don't at me). He's just a fucked up guy on a pirate ship, if there was ever a place to be a fucked up guy it would be on a pirate ship. But if we're gonna sympathize with him we have to avoid certain takes and certain people. Like we just can't be pretending that he's not motivated by homophobia, we can't be pretending that Ed's abusing him somehow, we can't pretend that there's nothing to the reading of him doing some racist things, we can't pretend that he's some hypercompetent babysitter who is the only one getting things done on the ship (even if that's how he sees himself it's not true, it's proven wrong by the events of the show).

All that to say I guess he's a fun blorbo as long as you're not vilifying Ed or missing the point of the character. Probably keep avoiding Izzy stans tbh.

#izzy critical #ofmd #our flag means death

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Not Faire (Part 3)

The final chapter of this story (don’t worry, there’s more) Get ready for some feels. Read part one and part two, or see the full story here. 

“Alright big guy,” Leo hauls Ren into his tent. His foot slips and the two careen towards the ground. Ren’s arm wings up, bracing them both before they fall upon each other. 

“Damn boy,” Leo laughs as they scoot onto their rears. 

Ren’s head lolls forward into his knees and he lets out a small moan.

“How much shit have you had?”

Ren lifts fingers, still speaking into his knees. “Five shots, one bowl, and three tabs of LSD.” His fingers drift to his head.

“That’s too much,” Leo says. “Even for you.”

Ren mutter’s something.

“What?”

“I…hih…RRRSHhh!” Ren jerks forward, catching his face into his hand. He chugs a lungfull of air and snaps back down. “HihZZHHieu!” 

“And you’re sick as a fucking dog. Come lay down.”

“I am not ill. It’s…” Ren rubs at his nose. “Skye’s perfume…”

“You’re an idiot,” Leo scoffs. “Come on.” He wrenches Ren toward the mattress and they topple. Ren barely catches himself, now positioned directly over a laughing Leo. 

The lock eyes. Ren’s gaze bores into Leo. 

“Trying to get me into bed?” Ren’s voice is silky, the barest hint of a drawl in his tone. 

Heat fills Leo’s face and he slides away, hiding his blush. “You don’t have to make fun of me.”

Ren rolls onto his back, staring at the cloth ceiling. “If you recall, I was not the one to say no to you.”

Leo knows it’s the drugs and alcohol making him blunt and asinine. He’s sick, and not just physically. He’s lovesick. Leo knows that. He just doesn’t know who Ren is lovesick for. He’s had eyes on Skye even before she had eyes on him. But once they ‘broke up’ Leo and Ren began flirting. 

They never made anything official. One night Leo invited Ren over. Things started heating up and it looked like they were going to take things farther than usual. Leo wasn’t ready. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. Ren has known Leo forever. 

Once Ren saw that Leo was unsure, Ren decided they should wait. Then he left the house. It wasn’t a bad parting, but it still stung being alone after that. Leo felt like he ruined the night.

Now…

Ren’s in deep shit. Leo knows he’s been falling into drugs again. But he’s not sure how to help his friend.

“H--TZch!” 

Back to the present. 

“Hey, I think I have some dayquil.”

“It will not suffice.”

There you are, Lawrence.

“Ren,” Leo leans over to look at him, “You’re in a shit pit.”

“Noted.”

“I think you need help.”

“Also noted. If you have any suggestions beyond my current therapist--”

“I want you to tell me about Skye.”

Ren’s eyes are blazing blue again as he stares at Leo. “To what are you referring?”

“Tell me what happened that day. When she left.”

Ren is silent for a while. Leo starts to think he won’t tell him. Then, he does. 

When he’s done, Leo sighs. “There’s a reason this ain’t workin’ man.”

Ren lays straight on the mattress, legs dangling off the bottom. “Simple,” he says. “Skye didn’t feel the way she thought.”

“Ren, I think it’s more complicated than that.”

“How could it be simpler?”

“Have you seen the way Skye and Sasha look at each other?”

Ren nods, “I recall several occasions.”

“They’re both smitten. But Skye’s still hung up on you. And Sasha…” Leo runs a palm over his face and rasps, “Fuck. Sasha…”

“Careful, Leonardo,” Ren turns his head, “You might make me jealous.”

“Then be jealous, asshole. It doesn’t change the mess we’re in.”

Ren’s head pops up, face crashing into his palm, “Hff--RRrshhxxt!” He sniffles and rubs a raw spot under one curled nostril. “You only understand the half of it.” 

“What the hell does that mean?” 

“It is not my place to say.”

Leo swears. “So you drop a bomb like that on me and don’t even explain?”

“I apologize for tantalizing you but it is not my secret to share.” Ren let’s out a soft breath, eyes milking over. “A secret like this…it never leaves you. It crowds your thoughts. Makes you act…reckless.”

Leo buries his fingers in his hair, “You drive me batshit, you know that, Ren?”

“I remember driving you many things. Including batshit.” 

“Ren,” Leo puffs, “I never stopped wanting you, just like Skye didn’t. You just shut us down at our most vulnerable states. We needed you and you left us in the cold.”

Ren’s lips rub together, brow furrowing. “I did not think…” his tongue flicks over a lip, “I thought my presence would disturb you further. You both needed space. I was giving it to you.”

Leo is so close now, if Ren turned his face, they’d be nose to nose. So, Leo takes his hand and cups it over Ren’s cheek, pulling him in. “What we needed,” he breathes, “was you.” 

The second Leo’s lips graze Ren’s, Ren grabs Leo’s wrist, eyes wide as he pulls back. 

He blinks slowly a few times. “Is this…really happening?”

Leo frowns, noting the glassy look in Ren’s eyes. “You’re totally gone, aren’t you?”

“Will you still kiss me if I say yes?” Leo can hear his accent swimming through the words. 

 “Yeah, you’re blazed.” Leo drops his hand and rolls away from Ren. “Get some sleep, dude.”

Ren’s head falls back onto the pillow and he stares up at the ceiling. He blinks away the heat in his eyes but it rolls down his cheek anyway. 

Why does everyone reject me?

“Tell me about your father.”

Ren’s therapist, Dr. Pelski, was a lot like himself. Perhaps that is the only reason Ren still attended his sessions. His therapist can be trying at times. Like Ren himself.

“My father was a military man,” Ren said. “It is a family tradition to join the military. My father was a marine, as his father was. My great grandfather was navy.” Ren waved a hand and watched it flutter in the PIP screen. “You understand the point.”

“And you didn’t serve.”

“No.” Ren’s lips thinned. “I was not cut out for it.”

“Why is that?” Dr. Pelski asked.

“You know why.”

“You need to say it, Ren. Stop avoiding the problem.”

“Is it truly a problem for me to choose my career?”

“Was it?”

Ren rubbed his lips, letting out a growl.

“What was that?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Ren’s face hardened. “Because my father disowned me for it.”

Dr. Pelski had the gall to look shocked. “How old were you?”

“Sixteen when he threw me out.”

“And was this just because of the military thing, or also because you were dating a young man?”

Ren’s teeth clenched. He allowed himself to feel the anger he always felt when Dr. Pelski spoke to him this way. But Ren replied calmly. 

“He didn’t specify. He was upset about both, of course.”

“And you spent the next two years with your boyfriend, then?”

“No,” Ren said flatly. “When he found out I’d been kicked out, he broke up with me.”

“Hm, I suppose that was difficult.” Dr. Pelski checked something on a legal pad. “And that is why you turned to drugs?”

Ren could really smack him sometimes.

_____________________________

It’s hot. I wake up shiny with sweat. I don’t look forward to putting on my work outfit. Everything in my tent smells like that body spray Ren is allergic to, and there’s no way I won’t set him off again today.

Outside, people are donning their costumes and slathering on sunscreen. I chug half a bottle of water and look toward Leo’s tent. I hate how much I want to go over there and ask after Ren. 

I make a pass by all of the tents, giving everyone their water. The rumor mill is harsh today. 

Cecil got together with Maria. Anthony and Chase. One of them makes me pause.

Ren and Leo.

A laugh bursts out of me, turning a few heads. I mutter an apology and hand over water before walking away. 

Ren and Leo? Since when do they get shipped together? It’s probably just because they shared a tent last night. 

Gossip in this group is like a drug. Anything you can get, you get. And everyone participates. Even me.

But I know nothing happened between Leo and Ren. That’s why Sasha made him bunk there last night. She knew it was safe.

Still, I find myself wandering toward their tent. Ren is already outside getting ready. I hang back, not wanting him to see me. 

Leo backs out of the tent, wearing a black undershirt and sleek tight pants. He’s holding a corset. 

I watch as Ren helps him put it on. His hands glide up and down Leo’s body, fingers delicately snapping buttons and tying strings. 

It looks…sensual.

When they’re done, Leo turns, his body molded into the shape of the corset--high in back broad at the top and slim near his waist.

Ren’s hand drifts across Leo’s arm and I notice a spark in Ren’s expression. Something soft yet exciting. 

He used to look at me that way. 

I spin, my face flushed as I hide it behind my hair. 

Seems the gossip barn had something right.

I get ready more quickly than yesterday. I do my own hair today. It’s a simple bun with a few dangling tendrils of blonde hair. Call me lazy I guess but I’m not feeling very festive. Or attractive.

When the four of us meet up, I’m not the one looking worse for wear, though. It’s Ren.

He’s wearing a button-up shirt with a dark tie. His hair is lanky, falling over a sweaty brow. His eyes are bloodshot and a bit watery. Barely. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he looked sick. If it weren’t for what he said yesterday, I would think so. Now I know it’s just a killer hangover.

Sasha looks fabulous as ever. She’s wearing the jangle skirt again, paired with a shiny gold blazer over a black tank top. Her bangles are gold today, and all of that sunny color brings out a honeyed hue in her eyes. 

“Everybody ready?” Leo’s grinning. He looks fabulous with his hair swooped back, his entire ensemble wrapping him so tight it looks almost painted on. 

Sasha and Leo make Ren and I look kinda trashy. Me with my wrinkled blouse and jeans. Ren with his…stupid face. 

But we go.

We’re almost at the stall. Our club shop is located in the second wing of the fairgrounds. A cozy little entrance carved into the wooden walls. Silver and pewter necklaces, bracelets, and rings are displayed at the counter. Corsets, dresses, and shoulder bags line the back walls. Lots of nerdy carvings and artwork take up most of the center space. Today’s sale is for Anya’s Undertale pieces.

“I think Sasha and I should trade off hollering duty,” Leo says.

“Fine,” I snap. Sasha gives me a look. I wave her off.

I wasn’t always this bitchy. In fact, I used to be happy, fun, carefree. People used to come to me with their problems and no matter what I was doing or what mental state I was in, I would drop everything to help.

But this past year I have been isolating. Licking my wounds, alone save for a bottle of whiskey.

It’s not like I haven’t been doing anything. I worked from home most days, and I got my socializing through online games. 

But I will say, I’ve missed being around people. Sasha was the only person I stayed in contact with during my spiral, though barely. I think she visited twice all year. 

My fault. I cancelled more hangouts than I’m proud of. 

I thought finally getting it up to come to faire would solve my problems. Get me back out there. But with me acting like this, I’m wondering if the isolation was the lesser evil. 

Sasha takes first shift outside. I’m behind the counter and the guys are helping customers or stocking items. I force myself to smile for everyone who comes in. I tell people I love their choices. I wish them a merry day.

And the whole time I do my best to ignore Ren’s sniffles and barely contained stifles. 

I am an adult. I am strong. Yes ma’am, this comes in pewter.

It’s Leo’s turn to holler outside, leaving me stocking with Sasha and Ren at the counter. 

Sasha immediately pushes me into the back of the store where corsets line the walls. 

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“Of course. I’m fine.”

“You’re pissed about something.”

I don’t want to tell her about Ren and Leo. She’s had eyes on him all weekend. 

Sasha puts her hands on her bony hips, lips twisted in disappointment. “Skye! You think I can’t tell when you’re keeping things from me?”

I sputter a breath and my resolve cracks. 

“I think Ren and Leo were…together. Last night.”

Her eyes widen. “Are you sure?”

“People were talking about them this morning. Then I saw them getting dressed. Sash. The way they looked at each other…” tears prick my eyes.

Sasha rubs her hands over my wide arms. “Skye…” she sucks in a breath. “Do you need to go back to camp? We can handle this.”

“And do what? Mope?”

“You don’t have to stay. I understand how hard this is for you.”

She’s right. If anyone understands my feelings right now, it’s Sasha. 

A shadow falls over us and we turn to see Ren. 

He clears his throat. “It is impossible not to hear your conversation. I will say, for now, I don’t mind bailing. You can take my cut. I will get out of your hair.”

We stare at him.

“And also, I wish to speak more of our ‘problems’. Not here. After work. I believe we should all four converse.”

Holy shit. Ren is pushing for communication. “Are you high?” I ask.

He glares at me and turns to a new customer. “How may I help you ma’am?”

I flit back to Sasha. “He wants us to talk??”

“Let’s focus on his offer to leave. Might help us get the ball rolling here.”

My brain whirrs. What would Ren do while we worked? Likely more drugs and alcohol.

Hypocrit. He wants me to talk when I’m sober but he’ll probably get high before our big conversation.

I squeeze the box I’m holding so hard it rips. “Oh!” I quickly take out the undamaged necklace and put it in a new box. “I’m so sorry!”

“No worries, dear,” the customer smiles and pays.

This goes on for the rest of the day. We have several clusters of customers after lunch. Our sale items go like candy. The next few hours are like a breath of fresh air, not having to worry about Ren and whether or not I’ll get too close and set him off.

As we head back to camp, my gut twists. I know I need to talk to Ren but I have no idea what I’m going to say. Sasha has asked me twice now how I feel about him. SImply put, I don’t know. 

My emotions are all over the place and I can’t stop thinking about our twisted web of ‘who likes who’. 

When we get back, we see Ren at the end of the row, away from all the tents. He’s setting orange cones in a line of three. When he sees us, he strolls over.

“Good. You are all here.”

“What’s goin on, bud?” Leo asks.

“I have a game for you to play.”

Sasha and I share a look. “What kind of game…?”

“A game that will spark discussion between interested parties.”

I fold my arms. “What the fuck are you talking about Ren?”

“The game goes like so: Everyone stands in a straight line facing forward. If your answer is yes, you take one step forward. If your answer is no, remain still.”

We line up, curious.

“Now, I will ask a question of all of you--”

“Wait, you’re not in the line?”

Ren’s cheeks pink slightly. “This is not about me.”

“What’s it about then?”

“This is a test to see who should date whom.”

I roll my eyes, “Then you need to be involved.”

Ren looks surprised. “Only people who have interested parties need to participate.”

I glare at him. “Exactly.”

Ren tilts his head. “But--”

“No butts,” Sasha grabs Ren’s arm. “You stand with us.”

“Very well. I will call out a name. If you are even remotely interested in the person I name, take the step forward.”

This seems silly. But it’s a form of communication I guess. And we’re supposed to talk about the results afterwards. 

“Can I have a few shots before I do this?” Leo asks.

“No.” Ren answers. “Perhaps afterward, to loosen tongues. But this game has meaning.”

“Alright, Ren. Let’s just start.”

We stand ready, the grass caressing our bare feet. 

“Leo.”

Who likes Leo?

Ren steps forward. Sasha follows him. 

“Skye.”

I freeze as I watch Ren and Sasha take another step forward.

They both want me? They both want Leo?

“Sasha.”

My legs feel like jelly as I step forward. Sasha notices, especially when Leo follows my lead. I can see her skin prickle in front of me.

Ren looks like he might move forward again. He picks up a foot, but then sets it back down.

“Ren.”

Leo and I step forward again without hesitation. 

Now we are once again in a straight line. I look around, wondering if these people all had to choose, would I be eclipsed by Sasha, Ren, and Leo?

“What was the point of this, Ren?” 

“To understand where we all are. So we may communicate about it.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

Sasha puts a hand on my shoulder. “Skye, maybe this is a good idea.”

We sit around Ren’s tent. It’s the most out of the way. Our group members have started to return so we keep our voices low.

At first.

We all agree it’s time to drink. And eventually we get loud.

“So,” Leo says after draining a punch, “Sasha and Skye go on a date. Ren and I will go on one too. Same night. We can meet up and talk about how it went.”

“Okay…”

“Then we’ll swap.”

“Swap?”

“Yeah. After that date, I’ll date Sasha and Skye will date Ren.”

I scoff, my arms folding over my chest. 

“So, we’re going to be poly?”

“If it heads that way, I’m good,” Leo lounges back in his chair.

Ren and I hesitate. We’ve never been in a poly relationship before. We’re not even sure what to do. 

But I will say, if I could be with both Sasha, and maybe a fully apologized Ren, I might be pretty damn comfortable with that. 

Ren says nothing. 

“So, sound like a plan?” Leo claps his hands together.

“I like it,” Sasha squeezes my hand. Her eyes eyes are filled with hope. I find myself wondering why she’s never asked me out. Of course, she didn’t ask Leo out either. And me? I haven’t made a move since that night with Ren. 

“Alright. Let’s make it through faire. One more night. Do whatever. Then, next week, we get serious.”

Our last night is full of dancing, drinking, loud music, and food trucks. 

There is quite a bit of touching once we’re drunk. Ren leans on Leo. Sasha falls into my arms giggling. I forget the tension from earlier. I forget I have been avoiding Ren for a year. 

Sasha and I are giggling about something stupid as we stretch out on a picnic table. Ren and Leo went to get food. We are beyond caring what we eat. I think I order tacos.

After we eat, we dance and we sing. Leo serenades Sasha in Italian. She blushes the whole time. Ren sets up beer pong and we play several rounds. 

I laugh and I dance and I feel better. Better about the future. Knowing things look way less bleak than they did just 24 hours ago.

Finally, Sasha and I get a moment alone when she pulls me away from the two now rowdy boys, hyped up on beer, adrenaline, and whatever else is in Ren’s system. 

We sit at a picnic table, Sasha tucking her legs underneath her rear. 

“So,” Sasha’s eyes shine, her smile warped like putty. “Ren…”

I groan, flopping my head on the table. “Ren.”

“Would it be so bad?”

I squint at her.

“If he wants your attention. I mean…” she nibbles at a nail, “He still wants you.”

“We’ve established that.”

“Well, give him a chance. Y’all were happy, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“And you kiss people at faire all the time.”

“Yeah?”

“So why did you leave?”

I rub my eye with a thumb. “I told him I loved him. He didn’t believe me. He obviously didn't feel the same way."

Sasha puts her hand on mine. “Skye. He loved you. I saw it when we first met IRL.”

There was a knock at the door. I was the first out of the kitchen. I was so excited. 

“I can’t wait for you to meet her, Ren! We--” I stopped when I spotted Ren on the couch. Red-faced, breathing through his mouth, nose scrunching.

“Ren!” I rasped, “Don’t do that here! Not now!”

“Ap-apologies-ihh…”

“Just, uhm…” My head swiveled from Ren to the door.

“HX-NKT!” 

“Yeah that’s good. I --well, better. For our situation I mean.”

“Skye, what on earth are you talking about?”

“This friend I met…she’s like me. With that.”

Ren pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. He mumbles something in Italian.

“It’s fine!” I said with a squeak. “We’re cool. Don’t worry, she’s really--” I opened the door and just…gawked.

Sasha was gorgeous. Hair in a small afro poufing out behind her shoulders. Her long arms were thin, but her hands were large enough to hold the bangles wrapped around her wrists. Her face was smooth, angled chin, deep brown skin, endless eyes.

I was totally staring like an idiot when a sharp intake of breath behind me snapped me back.

“Ren!” 

“Hmp-Kzt!” He sniffled, “My apologies.”

I tried to act casual, as if that sound didn’t just set off bells in both our ears. “Ignore him,” I said, “He’s got some…issues right now.”

Sasha didn’t look one beat disturbed. She poked her head inside, peeking at Ren’s dissolving countenance, and chuckled. 

“Solid build. Execution needs work.”

Ren sighed, deep and steady. “Two of them.”

Sasha lugged her suitcase inside. “Nice place.”

“It’s Ren’s place.”

Sasha looked nothing but amused. “Where do I drop my stuff?”

We led her into the guest room. Wide, bookshelves on the wall, and a twin bed.

“Wow, thanks,” she said. 

“We’re working on dinner.”

“Mind if I join you?” she asked.

“Not at all.”

I wandered back into the kitchen where I heated a pan of oil over the stove. Bread-coated chicken thighs sat on a plate, awaiting their fry.

Ren took a spot at the counter across from me and began to chop veggies. 

A jingle at my feet announced the arrival of Ren’s cat. She rubbed on my leg and circled toward Ren.

“Hello, Puff,” he greeted. “This is not your dinner.”

“Aw, how adorable~” Sasha cooed at the little white kitten. “How old?”

“Four months,” we said in unison. Ren looked at me and his mouth twitched into a smile. 

I focused back on the chicken, picking one up to lay it in the oil. 

“I have a dog,” Sasha said.

“Strangely enough I am allergic to dogs but not cats.”

My brain latched on to what he just said. In front of me. In front of Sasha.

I peeked back at him and he was giving me a sideways grin. His eyes were gleaming. He knew what he had just said got my attention. I mumbled something unintelligible and flopped the chicken into the pan.

Hot oil splashed up, burning my palm and wrist. I cried out and jerked back.

“Fuck!”

Sasha's eyes widened, her lips parting, “Oh my gosh, are you okay?”

I wailed some semblance of, “Fuckmyfuckingshit!”

Ren appeared next to me. He took my arm gently but firmly with one hand, the other circling my waist as he pulled me toward the sink. The water was running. When did he have time to do that?

Before I could blink, Ren was holding my throbbing wrist under the cool water. I sighed as the pain receded, my fingers trailing rivulets of water into the drain.

Ren cupped my cheek, his eyes filled with worry. “Are you alright?” 

I nodded, placing my hand over his. 

The way he reacted, snapping into action the second I was hurt…

The way he looked at me…

“That was a pretty good idea he had, huh?” Sasha asks. 

I nod. “I didn’t know he still had feelings for me.”

“Did you know you had feelings for him?” 

My gaze flits. “...No. I mean…maybe?” I run my fingers through my hair in frustration, “It’s so confusing.”

Sasha brushes my face with her fingers, making my skin tingle at her touch. “I’m a bit torn, too. I’m hoping these dates clear things up. I haven’t seen you much lately. And, well…” she twists her lips, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I was waiting until you worked out your funk to do anything.”

“I appreciate that.”

“If it’s still too soon…”

“No,” I grab her hand, my thumb circling her knuckles. “I want to do this. All of it. I’m sure.”

And honestly, I didn’t know I meant it until I said it.

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