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mockerycrow · 6 months

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super big congratulations on 4k!! you deserve it <3

i was wondering if you could write a gn! reader x price with the prompt "Hey, it's okay, I got you. You're alright, you're okay." it doesn't matter if it's platonic or romantic; whatever feels best for you!!

Thank you so much and congratulations!

YOU’RE ALIVE (Price x GN!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

[WARNINGS; Car accident, implied situationship w/ Price, moderate injuries, flashbacks, near panic attack, open ending.]

YOU DON’T REMEMBER the events that lead up to you in a hospital bed, a cast fitted around your arm, a brace on your knee, a bandage around your skull, and only God knows how many stitches and bandages in random assortments. You can’t forget the numeral wires and tubes attached to you, too. Oh, and the ear-bleeding beeping. John sits next to you in a chair—he’s your… friend, of sorts. You aren’t really sure what to call what you two have going on.

You look at him, slumped in the visitors chair he’s pulled up beside your bed, his arms crossed and his legs spread; his neck is bent at an awkward angle and you know it’s going to ache whenever he awakens. John looks quite tired—he’s looked tired and stressed the entire time he’s been in the hospital room with you. Stressing over you, like a worried hu—…. you shouldn’t think about that. Suddenly the ceiling looks far more appealing to stare at, rather than the beautiful gentleman who is willingly staying at your bedside, despite your exhausted attempts to have him get some proper rest.

You glance over at him—envious of how he’s able to sleep right now. Hm. Honestly, you know John would be awake with you if he had the energy. The only reason why you’re awake is your stitches itch, and the only reason why he’s asleep is because you did not wake up for four days after you passed out at the scene of a car accident you were apparently in; an accident you don’t remember too well. You barely even remember what you had for breakfast that morning; cereal of some kind, maybe? Eggs? You don’t know.

“You were on the way to work, love.” You remember John telling you. You remember the tense expression, the firmness of his eyebrows. The frown of his lip, the way he amusingly resembled a quokka in the moment. You were also apparently on the phone with John at the same time, so whatever happened, he heard all of it. The details from your own memory are fuzzy—your doctors concluded your amnesia is temporary, so they gave you the choice of remembering it yourself or having them tell you. You opted in for the first option.

It was coming back to you in bits and pieces. Small moments where you feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, you think you hear glass shattering in the distance; your heart begins to race at different moments. You aren’t sure what to make of it—until now.

“I’m not excited for this meeting.” You whined, your eyes were glued to the road. Your phone is bluetooth connected to your car’s system so you can talk with John and have both of your hands on the wheel. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, honey. Surely it’s just about budgets like last month.” John hums through the speakers of your car. You sigh, turning on your windshield wipers as it’s pouring out, obscuring your vision a bit.

“It’s raining pretty hard, how do the roads look?” He asks, a bit of rustling coming from John’s end. He’s probably reading a book or looking out from the curtains. “I’m driving slower than normal, visibility isn’t the greatest..” You admit, letting out a breath, slowing the car down once again. “..I was sliding a bit, thinking it’s time I get some new wheels.” John hums in agreement. “Definitely. Please be safe, love.” You chuckled glancing around the road, furrowing your eyebrows when the double yellow line seems to fade. “I’m trying my best, Jo—“

You’re suddenly being jostled around violently after a big impact from your front, your seatbelt digging into your skin as something launches your car off to the side. “SHIT—“ You scream, attempting to stop the car, but the rain causes you to slide across the road. Something hits you from the back and you feel you physically feel yourself lift in your seat—and then you’re fading in and out. You wake up with wetness against your face, pain in your ribs, your arm, your skull—

You let out a choked sob as there’s ringing in your ears and your eyes refuse to focus—but you can tell you’re upside down. You see a pair of legs sprinting towards you through your broken side window, and you aren’t really register what’s happening. You blink and the person is try to pry the door open frantically. You still don’t hear them; it’s almost like a silent movie.

The door gives, the flipped car jostling from the force used to pry it open. You blink and fuck—It’s John. His eyes are wide and his jaw is tense, shaky hands. He’s grabbing the sides of your head, forcing you to keep your head still—his lips are moving but you can’t hear him. You sob and you try to reach up to touch him, and he lets you. Your eyes look at your own hand as it’s caked in your own blood, causing you to inhale shakily. This isn’t happening. The pain starts sitting you harder, a pulsing in the side of your head.

“Hey—“ John’s voice suddenly cuts through and you blink, and you’re back in the hospital room. You’re breathing hard and fast, causing your chest to ache more than it already does. His hands are cupping your cheeks like he was in the flipped car, and you let out a panicked sob; your machines make loud beeping noises in retaliation. “Hey, it’s okay, I got you. You’re alright, you’re okay..” John quickly murmurs, his thumbs gently wiping your tears away. “Focus on my voice, okay? You’re alright. You’re in the hospital, love.”

You sniffle and nod, shakily inhaling once again as you try to calm your panicked lungs and struggling heart, your good hand coming up and gently grasping his wrist. “I-I was flipped over—“ You choke out, which John quickly meets with soft shushing and a kiss between your eyebrows. “I know, honey. I know. I got you, you’re safe now.” You nod, choking out another whimper as you lean into his touch—because John’s right. He has you; you’re safe, he’s the one who got to you first. You’re sure you’ll want to ask him how he found you so fast later, but all you want to do right now and feel him and hear him. Because you’re alive.

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smuthospital · 7 months

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⭐️Pirate! Tomura x reader⭐️

Premise: A certain pirate really thinks you're pretty

Warning: NON CON, kidnapping, gn reader

MINORS DNI

"Now for the sponge cake!" You crack an egg and separate the yolks from the whites in two seperate bowls. You're making strawberry shortcake! You stop in your tracks when the sharp smell of smoke leaks into your airways. You drop everything you're doing and run to the bread oven. Your bread almost burned! Momo would kill you! You work at her little bakery and this bread was requested by a frequent customer. You sigh as you place the bread on a cooling rack and put out the fire in the hearth.

You live in a beautiful little port town by and it's what you call home. It's right by the sea so most men in town work at the docs, work at sea or sell goods. You just work in a little bakery. It's moderately popular. Everyone adores the pretty little bakery girl. You have countless old women asking you to marry their grandsons and countless men trying to pry into your life to win themselves a pretty wife to cook for them. You deny all marriage proposals because you're waiting for your true love to sweep you off your feet. And although your sweet little sea side town is everything to you, you hope to one day leave and explore the world. Your friends and family would be fine. You'd come back and show them all the nice things aquired on your travels.

You smell smoke again. That's odd. You could have sworn you turned the hearth off. Maybe a piece of bread fell onto the coals below the heat rack and now it's burning? You peak in the hearth you had just put out and see that it is Infact empty, but the smell of smoke remains. You then hear a scream from outside followed by people running around. You hear gun shots and the sound of distant laugter getting closer. You run outside to see a row of houses on fire, the fire spreading more and more. Momo amung the crowd, yanks you back into the bakery and roughly places a key in your hand. Her skin is as white as a sheet, her body drenched in sweat..and blood? "W-what happened to you? M-Momo? Wh-whats goin-"

"P-Pirates."

Your heart stops. This can't be. What would pirates what from your cute little town? "W-what? O-oh god." You cover your mouth as tears seep from your eyes, knowing this might be the end of your little happy town and maybe your life. Nothing will be the same by days end. "Listen, I need to get to my family. Stay here and hide in the back. Please be safe!" With that, Momo runs off. You waste no time hiding in the bakery, but not before locking the doors and turning off all the lights. You hide in the backroom and pray for a hero. You're covered in a cold sweat as you hear heavy footsteps outside the bakery. They seem to linger for a few moments around the display window. You hear them fade into the distance and sigh in relief.

A rock smashes through the bakery door glass and a hand shoves through the hole created to unlock the door from the inside. You begin to crawl to the back door as the person let's themselves in through the front. You hear the persons feet crunching the glass and the sound of them collecting your baked goods in a sack. You can image that baked bread and sweets are a delicacy to pirates.

You slowly open the back door and your breath is caught in your throat. "Ey captain, we got a live one!" A man wearing black shouts. From behind him, a tall, white haired man comes into view. He ducks his head under the door way as he enters. "Ah and a pretty one. I'm gonna have some fun with you, sweetie."

The cocky grin on his face tells you that he doesn't mean a board game. Fear like no other settles in your gut. He looks absolutely over joyed to see that expression on your face. Your eyes dart around for any escape. His frame covers the entire doorway.

The man smiles down at you wickedly. You try to run back into the bakery, but a pirate in dark clothing stands there, eating the bread you'd just baked. You feel a wall press into your from behind, two hands landing firmly on your shoulders. "Hey, pretty lady, no need to be frightened. We're customers. I'd like to have a cream puff. You got any of those?" The white haired pirate asked, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear, his chest pressed against your back and...somthing else. "Huh?? No!? I-I can make some..just please..don't hurt me." You turn to him and hold your hands together.

Dread washes over you as you feel his eyes drag up and down your body with that same shit eating grin on his face. His eyes stop at your chest, your cleavage poking out from the top of your apron. You feel naked in his eyes. "No..I can help you make them...it's my specialty." He says right before he grabs at you. You let out a short scream as he picks you up by the waist and forces your body onto a counter, ass up and legs dangling over the edge. He pushes your dress up over your hips and marvels at the sight. He kneeds your ass like dough, your kicking and screaming only egging him on.

As he pulls down your underwear, you spot a wooden mallet you had been using earlier and grab it. He picks up your underwear and brings it to his nose, taking a deep inhale before pocketing it. You can feel his twitching erection poking your thigh. Before he can do anything else, you swing the mallet at his body with all your strength, managing get him in the side. You scramble off the counter and out the back door that he left open, narrowly missing his hand grabbing for your hair. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL GET YOU!" His words sends shivers like cold water down your spine, but only boost your adrenaline, further encouraging you to run even faster. He recovers from the hit almost immediately and bounds after you. You can hear him quickly catching up from behind you. You don't dare look back.

You feel all hope drain out of your body as a heavy hand land clamps around your wrist. He slams his body into yours, sending you tumbling onto the gravely path with him on top. Black spots cloud the corners of your eyes from the impact. He yanks you by the collar towards his face. You hear his shouting grow farther. He backhands you across the face, momentarily bringing you back to your senses before you succumb to sleep. "You're just a little cock tease. I'll show you how to treat a man." Are the last words you hear before passing out in the mans grip.

You hear the sound of waves, then heavy footsteps on wood. You slowly open your eyes to see that you're on a mattress in the corner of a small, dark, dust covered room. You have a massive headache that has you wanting to close your eyes again, but you do your best to resist. The only light source coming from a small round window. You whimper as you rub your hand on your face, trying to sooth your swollen cheek. You begin crying again. Your town..its gone and you're gonna die. It's like a dungeon in here. You quickly examine yourself just incase you were defiled in your sleep. Your dress is torn, revealing more of your chest and there's a vertical slit up your skirt that goes up to your hip. You shift a bit in your spot, uncomfortable. Your pussy feels..tampered with? The door swings open and you gasp. You scoot to the farthest corner of the bed. "I like that look on you..but you know, you shouldn't have hurt me earlier. That's no way to treat your captain. Now I have to discipline you. I'm captain shigaraki, but you can call me Tomura." He steps closer, taking off his coat and tossing it aside.

"No-no wait. You don't want me..I-Im no good..I...I'm on my period!" You struggle to come up with more excuses. He chuckles at this. "Sweetheart, I know that you're not. I had a taste earlier and even if you were, I'm a pirate. A little bloods never stopped me before." Your expression reflects your disgust. So he did do something to you. "You're a monster!" Your words only seem to make his smile bigger. He gets down and crawls into the bed infront of you like a lion inspecting it's prey. You scream as he grabs you by your ankle and drags you under him. He leans down, his white hair tickling your face, your foreheads almost touching. You feel his throbbing cock under his pants rub against your stomach, begging to be released. He grinds his hips back and fourth along your pelvis, making you feel every inch of what's going to be splitting you open real soon.

He drags his tongue from your neck to your cheek bone. "Feel that? All for you. every since I first laid eyes on you, I couldn't calm down. I've been meaning to get a little cabin wench and I think you'll do the job quite nicely. A pretty little thing to keep my cock warm while out at sea. I'm sure you'd like that." He bucks his hips once, a whimper leaving your mouth. "And you have your uses. You can cook and bake your sweet little bakery things for me and my men. We'll have someone watch you incase you think you can get away with using poison...and if you try...well... don't." His face is only a cm from yours. You can't recoil any further without breaking your neck.

"I'm gonna fuck your mouth first. Then I'm gonna pound your holes into dust. Make you all nice and full. I'm gonna fuck you until you bleed. That is if you're not a virgin. Make sure to beg for me to stop." His large hands grasp your dress and yank it off your body, making sure to keep it intact. Your wailing seems to add to his enjoyment. "You know, sweet heart, If I ripped up your pretty little dress, nothing would stop my men from raping all your holes bloody." One of his hands crawl towards your cunt and plays with your clit, his wide grin mocking you. Your face is completely red in shame. He surprises you when he suddenly shoves a finger into your unprepared cunt.

You hear the clinking of metal and see he's unbuckles his belt as you struggle. You try to push his hand away from your cunt with your free hand when he quickly pulls out away, instead replacing it with his heavy cock. Your breath catches in your throat as you look at the ginormous thing laying on your stomach.

"Y-you can't...be serious. That won't fit! You're gonna kill me!"

You grunt as you struggling with all your strength. "Get off of me! Get off!" You hear a crack and stop stop moving, confused. What was that sound? A fiery sting slowly spreads across your cheek. "Shut the fuck up, meat. I'm sick of your whining. Beg me to stop. Beg me for mercy. And say my name too?" He growls. "P-please, Tomura." He rubs the cheek he just smacked as a form of reward, rubbing away the tears with his thumb.

"That's a good girl..now get on your knees." You do as he says immediately, coming face to face with the monsters monster. To you, it's disgusting. A pirates down below area..who knows where it's been. The tip is already shiny with pre cum. It's thickness seems life threatening. You really don't want to put that stinky pirate prick in your mouth so you instinctively try to pull away and you kinda You like breathing. He anticipated this tangles his hand in your hair and presses your face into his groin, his cock pressing against your cheek and nose. You clench your eyes shut and whimper. You can feel his cock radiating heat. "Common. Show your new owner that you're sorry for hurting him." You don't open your mouth fast enough for his liking so he yanks your hair. The feeling is excruciating. You scream in pain he slides his cock in as soon as your mouth opens.

You immediately gag as it reaches the back of your throat, the taste making you try scrunch up your face. It's salty. It's not even all the way in yet and you're fighting for air. He laughs as you panic. "Never given head? Dont worry, I'll teach ya. Start by sucking. No teeth." You do as he instructs, closing your lips around his shift and suctioning as hard as you can. He lets out a deep, gutteral groan and thrusts his hips back and fourth. "Oh fuck. You're a natural."

He continues thrusting, his cock sliding in and out with ease, now coated with your saliva. Pre cum and saliva leaks from the corners of your mouth and down your chin and onto your awaiting tits. Your breathing has adjusted to his rythim a bit now. His pace quickens and you try to pull away harder than before, not wanting his nasty children in your mouth. He presses his hips to your lips and grunts, his pubic hair smuthered against your nose and mouth. Your mouth burns as hot, thick lava like cum pours down your throat and out your mouth. It's all coming so fast that you can't swollow fast enough to breath. You have a hard time taking it all, some of it spills from your nose. He slowly pulls out with a sigh, his hand still firmy clasping your hair. Your mouth hangs open for a few moments. You think it's over, but his cock is just as hard as it was before he assaulted you. You think you're constant whimpering is doing something for him.

He shoves you on your stomach and lifts your hips up. You try to lift yourself on your elbows, but he shoves your face into the mattress. "Stay down."

His cock prods your entrance. He tries to shove in, but you're too tight and he's too big, causing it to just slip onto your clit. You can still feel the heat coming from it, burning your skin with every contact. He grumbles in frustration when you try to move away. He lifts his heavy hand and smacks your ass. His cock prods your entrance again. "I'm warning you." Your whimpers get louder and more desperate as he slowly stuffs the head of his cock into your cunt. You're in too much pain to think properly. The head pops in and you scream. "Ah. Finally. You're cunt is like a fucking boa. Got me in a chokehold. I might get stuck." He groans out. All you can do is cry, unable to respond without sounding like a blubbering mess. He leans over your back, caging your body with his.

"This might hurt, sweety so just brace yourself." His warning would have been comforting if you couldn't tell how excited he is to hurt you. He shoves the rest of his cock into your cunt, you muffle a cry into the mattress. He presses his hips to yours, rolling in a few circles to rub it in. He licks his lips. "Yeah. Keep crying." He thrusts in and out of your hot cunt. You can hear the wet sounds of your blood and your body desperately trying to create some sort of lubricant. "Hah...maybe I'll put a baby in you. Have you be my exclusive bitch."

"P-please. I'll do anything, Tomura..no...please-" he cuts you off with a loud moan. "You look so fucking pretty like this. Cry more!" He slams his hips into your ass, forcing your spine into an uncomfortable position. Your eyes cross and you you gasp in pain. He snacks your ass again, harder than the first time. You sob loudly, feeling like you're gonna die. You feel his arm reach under you and trail his hand from between your breasts, down your mid section and then down to your tummy. He feels his cock bulge our from you slightly each time he bottoms out. He pushes down on the lump. You whimper, the feeling an indescribable amount of pleasure. You can't help but tighten around his cock even more.

You hate it, but it feels so good. You can't help yourself. Your cunt squeezes his cock as he speeds up, his pace battering your womb without a care, just as a pirate does. You try to crawl away one last time, he puts all his weight on your back and slams his hips harder than ever before, sending ripples down your body. He snacks your ass twice in a row. You're sure his strikes are to leave welts and bruises. You feel a hot gush as his cum flows into you. Your eyes cross, the feeling too pleasurable to bare. You release your juices around his cock and his face comforts in pleasure. "Ah fuck!" Your tummy bloats slightly, and cum spurts out from around where his cock is buried deep inside you. He thrusts gently, riding out his orgasm. He leans over your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

"You're gonna be my little wife now. No complain'in. You cook, you bake, you clean, you sit on my cock and when it's time, bare my children." You can't believe the direction your life took. This morning, you were happy in your little bakery, now you're a pirates concubine or something. He slowly pulls out with a lewd 'pop' sound and rolls you over to face him. He almost tenderly kisses you o the lips. "I enjoyed this raids bounty today. I found a beautiful treasure." His lays himself next to you, hugging you closer to his body.

With that, you couldn't stay awake any longer. Your lower half is completely numb. You have no feeling in your ass and you sure sitting will not be an option for awhile. Maybe one day you'll come to enjoy being a pirates love.

Maybe you'll get used to this. Maybe if you behave.

#lemon #non con #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #shigaraki tomura #my hero academia

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 6 months

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What Could Be

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: ah they go axe throwing, the boys get a blowjob

Genre: fluff, smut

Summary: date night and curious inquiries

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You hum to yourself as you finish your makeup. Tonight is date night and the boys won't tell you what they're planning but you're excited. Every so often they'll do this, where they plan some secret date to surprise you. Just as you finish getting ready there's a knock at your door and you check the clock. It's 6 o'clock. They're right on time. Of course, they are. Steven would probably blow his top if they were late to meet you.

"Coming!" You shout giving yourself one more once over in the mirror before dashing to the door. You pull open the door with a smile. "Hi, boys!" You say.

"Hey sweetheart." Marc kisses your cheek. You push into their mindscape for a moment to greet the others.

"Hello love."

"Hola princessa."

You offer them quick replies before returning to Marc.

"So what're we up to tonight my darlings?" You ask looping your arm through his as you lock your apartment.

"You know the rules, you find out when we get there." Marc smiles.

"Oh fine." You roll your eyes dramatically.

"Don't worry, you'll love this. We're sure of it." He tells you.

"I expect to."

A few blocks and a train ride later you're walking up to what looks like any old bar.

"Are we doing a bar crawl?" You ask.

"A bar crawl?! Do you think us that boring and unoriginal?"

"Marc- this is a bar. Is it not?"

"Technically, but that's not why we're here." He says with a mischievous smile.

"What shady shit are you planning Spector?" You narrow your eyes at him as he leads you inside. While Marc is speaking to the employee by the door you take in the atmosphere around you. There's a decent crowd here, the decorations are all bright and attention grabby. Then you catch sight of a neon sign with a silly pun that gives away what kind of place this is. 'Axe and you shall receive' it says in glowy orange. You gasp as you put it together. Before you can ask to confirm the lady Marc was speaking to is walking and Marc is guiding you to follow. Through the moderate throng of people towards the back, where there are several stations lined up a safe distance apart.

"Axe throwing." You finally say with a smile. You don't notice Marc smiling at you as you look at the few people already throwing. You barely catch the instructions being given to you before you're handed an axe each.

"I told you you'd love it." He says triumphantly.

"You guys never cease to amaze me." You shake your head.

"To be detrimentally honest Jake thought you'd look particularly incredible with a hatchet in hand."

"Jake always likes me best when I'm a danger to someone." You chuckle.

"That's not true princessa." Jake says.

"Oh yeah?" You gesture for him to back up and throw your axe at the target. When you turn back to Jake his eyes have darkened in a way you're not unfamiliar with.

"Yeah." He says gruffly.

"Then why are you suddenly looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you're thinking of a thousand ways to devour me in this room." You say walking over to the target to yank your axe out of it. By the time you walk back over to him, the look is gone.

"If we're going to get through our scheduled hour Jake will have to remain in our head." Steven says and now the look being gone makes sense. You laugh.

"Are you going to throw Steven?" You ask.

"I- don't think I'll be all that good at it. Matc would probably be better at-"

"Give it a shot before you count yourself out baby." You cut him off before he can talk himself out of it more.

"You think so?"

"I think the worst you can do is not try at all." You shrug.

"A-alright." He nods. You swap places with him and he gives it a good honest try. His axe hits the target just to the left of the bullseye and he spins to look at you as if he can't believe it. "I-I hit it!"

"See?! I told you! That was brilliant Steven!" You beam at him. He and Marc take turns throwing their axe with you for the next hour or so before you leave. It's Steven you end up having dinner with before walking back to your apartment building. When you reach the apartment, you don't get out a goodbye before you're kissed so fiercely that you stumble backwards through your open door. The kiss continues through your living room, the door being kicked shut once you're inside.

"I have been waiting to do that all night." Jake breathes out when he finally pulls away, by which point you're on the other side of your living room.

"Really?" You ask breathlessly.

"It may not be when I like you best, but there is something irresistible about you with a weapon." He says cupping your face gently.

"When Steven said they had to lock you away so we could get through our axe throwing session I thought he was being facetious." You chuckle.

"He has a flare for the dramatic."

"But you would not have behaved."

"I plead the 5th."

"An answer in and of itself." You shrug.

"Oh hush." Jake pulls you into another kiss, this one less urgent than the last but just as breathtaking. He barely pulls away to lift you into his arms and carry you to your bed.

"I didn't realize axe throwing would have you so feverish." You giggle as he lays you down atop your mattress.

"You remember the night I found out about your powers?" Jake asks.

"Yeah, we got ambushed by those guys and I used my abilities to stop them."

"Watching you fight was- beyond what I can express." He breathes.

"Beyond what you can express?" You smirk.

"If I said that was the night I knew I'd fall in love with you would you believe it?" He asks.

"Why wouldn't I?" You scoff.

"You don't find it strange?"

"Jake, my darling, there's three of you up here," you gently caress his forehead "And I can turn minds to mush without breaking a sweat. You finding me hot with a weapon is very low on the list of strange occurrences."

"How wonderful you are." Jake smirks leaning forward to kiss you again. Jake's lips trail down your throat littering the exposed skin with nips and licks that send shivers down your spine. He pulls back long enough to tug your shirt over your head before his lips continue their journey down your body. He shoves your bra down but not off to take a nipple between his lips long enough to have you arching off the bed towards him and then he descends further, sliding your pants down your legs when he reaches the waistband. You sit up to properly pull off your bra as he tosses your pants and underwear on the floor beside him. Jake pushes himself up onto his feet at the edge of the bed, his eyes traveling over your body the way his hands and lips did a few minutes ago.

"You are so gorgeous. I cannot believe you are mine. Ours." Jake says with nothing but adoration in his eyes and voice. You get onto your knees and shuffle to the edge of the bed so you're face to face with him and start to undo the buttons on his shirt.

"You are just as gorgeous my darling. And I am so very lucky to call you mine." You say placing kisses against his revealed skin as you slowly remove his shirt.

"You're too good to us mi vida." Jake's hand caresses your cheek.

"You are not good enough to yourselves." You counter, kissing his lips now as you work his belt off and shove his pants from his waist. They catch just above his knees but it's fine because the part of him you wish to expose is at attention between you. You grip him in one hand and he groans at the feeling as you begin to stroke him lazily.

"You- think s-so highly of us." Jake grits out.

"Of course I do and I want you to do the same." You say gently, kissing his abdomen just below his belly button.

"Mierda." He hisses. You drag your tongue down his length, taking the tip between your lips and swirling your tongue around it. When you peak up at him his head is pitched towards the ceiling and his mouth has dropped open wide. It's always so much fun to see any of them in such a state.

You toy with him for a little while, licking and sucking on the head while your hand keeps working the length of him. It's enough to make him unsteady on his feet but not enough to make him cum. It doesn't take long for Jake to become frustrated enough to grab your wrist and force you back onto the bed.

"Y/n?" Steven asks gently. He knows you're only half awake as the two of you have been talking for the last hour.

"Yes my darling?" You hum.

"Uh- Marc wants to speak to you? Like- in here." Steven taps on his temple.

"Oh? Okay. I'll be back." You kiss Steven's shoulder before projecting yourself into their mind. Marc is sitting cross-legged when he materializes. You mirror his position in front of him.

"Hey you." You smile.

"Hi. I was just wondering something."

"What's up buttercup?"

"You know how you jump into our mind like this sometimes to talk to us?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there- like any way we could do the same thing but like the opposite? You know, jumping into your mind?" Marc asks.

"Uh-" you pause for a moment. "No." Maybe you shouldn't lie to him but what he's suggesting- the risks are simply not worth it.

"Why did you hesitate?"

"I didn't." You shake your head.

"You definitely did and I'd like to know why."

"Okay- fine. Technically- I mean you aren't a telepath so not exactly the same but there are ways to bind you to me and that would- pretty much mimic what my powers allow me to."

"Bind us to you?"

"Okay so I usually compare minds to houses or offices but to explain this let's say everyone's mind is an island, they're completely unconnected but- my powers allow me to build bridges- between minds. So when you ask me to come here I simply create a bridge, you aren't a telepath so you can't do the same but it is possible to bind yourself to a telepath which would essentially create a permanent bridge. You would be able to shout down that bridge and perhaps I could teach you to walk across it into my mind but if that was even possible it would take quite some time."

"But you could do it?"

"Maybe. I don't know, no telepath I know has ever had someone bound to them and from what I've heard no one is exactly eager to dive into the mind of a telepath when they get bound to one."

"Well how would you do that?"

"No. We're not- it's too risky. Just trying to do the ritual could drive you insane and that's not something I'm willing to put you through not to mention relationships END. Trying to undo that binding- you'd probably never be rid of me Marc."

"We have no desire to be rid of you-"

"Whatever. It's dangerous. I don't want to- not to mention you can't even make the decision on your own Jake and Steven would have to weigh in before anything could happen."

"Weigh in on what?" Jake pops up suddenly.

"Nothing." You roll your eyes.

"Steven! Hermano! Tune into this conversation, yeah?" Jake turns away from you and Marc to summon Steven.

"No you don't have to-"

"What's up?" Steven pops in.

"Hi." You sigh.

"La princesa needs us to weigh in on something she's discussing with Marc."

"Marc wants to be able to jump into my mind the way I jump into yours and the only way to do that is to bind you to me and I think it's too risky to even consider the idea."

"But we could outvote her." Marc tells the others.

"I'm the only one here who can do the ritual so technically you can't but go off." You roll your eyes.

"So to clarify you could make it so we can go into your mind like you do ours?" Steven asks.

"Yes but she doesn't want to." Marc nods.

"Why not?" Jake asks.

"It's dangerous! There are too many risks it's not a good idea." You shake your head.

"But it's our risk to take. It's not up to you."

"I'm the one doing the ritual. I could just refuse. Then what?"

"Have we ever made decisions like that?" Marc crosses his arms.

"This isn't the same as deciding who pays for dinner you are asking me to risk your sanity, your lives, for something that isn't necessary. What is so wrong about the way things are?"

"It's not that there's something wrong-" Marc starts.

"I think it'd be nice to be connected on such a special level like that." Steven shrugs.

"Exactly. It's another level of closeness with you. Plus- it would be nice to not have to run it by whoever is fronting to talk to you." Marc says.

"Jake? How do you feel about it?" You ask.

"It's risky?"

"Yes."

"But you could do it?"

"I don't know. I've never done it before. It's- from all accounts very difficult."

"I'm not sure I believe there's anything you can't accomplish." Jake muses with a smirk.

"I appreciate your faith in me but that doesn't tell me what your thoughts are regarding Marc's... desire."

"I agree it would be nice to have a more permanent way to communicate directly if it's possible, but I understand your hesitance. We are however adults and are fully capable of taking responsibility for our decisions and it's only fair you let us make that decision." Jake says.

"I cannot lose you at my own hands. Not for something so- frivolous."

"It isn't frivolous to us. You can always be with us, speak to us. We want to do the same." Marc frowns. You take a long moment to consider each of them.

"I will look into it. But I'm not making any promises." You say finally. Each of them reacts with varying levels of excitement and even if you think this is an absolutely dreadful idea, it's cute to see that it means so much to them.

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A/N: If you see this would you prefer I DO a part about the actual process of binding them or just skip ahead

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Ok so hi, hello, hope you’re doing well. Your hunger AU has hooked me and I have questions if you’re up for answering them. Or if they’ll be answered later that’s fine too.

1) Just how did the confrontation with Grian being outed go down? As far as I know Martyn doesn’t really have much proof that it’s Grian behind the games besides what he’s inferred from the Listeners but even then how does he back that up to the others? Did he just announce “Hey, Grian’s behind the games that traumatized us!” and everyone just agreed?

2) So now that Xisuma and the others are on the opposite side of the Dev Crystal, who’s in charge of Hermitcraft?

3) Speaking of the Dev Crystal, the single player turned multiplayer server is closer to where the Watchers are (I think). Did Grian’s moving around alert them to where he was, or is he still moderately safe?

4) Is it possible for a player to jump to a server connected to another Dev Crystal?

5) Will we get insight to how the non-Hermitcraft members reacted to the news (besides Jimmy)?

Thank you in advance 😌

Omg hello!!!! Im doing alright, a bit under the weather so thats why replies are so insanely slow rn 💀💀💀 but otherwise im doing good!!! Im so excited you like hunger au :D genuinely this never gets old for me to hear im just so excited all the time that people like it so much

The confrontation with Grian is something i haven't fully hashed out yet, but i'm currently rotating ideas around for exactly how that went down. It's definitely more complex than Martyn just telling them-- i just haven't taken the time to tease that out of my brain just yet because the exact how hasn't been relevant yet. Once i get that sorted tho i'll likely make a post for it :]

Nobody's really in charge of Hermitcraft, tbh, and Xisuma isn't much of a leader to begin with. Sure, he does necessary maintenance and code wrangling for them, but he's definitely not in charge of the community and wouldn't want to be anyway. The hermits are pretty self-governing, they're doing just fine without him!!

Closer is a bit relative, the server that Grian and co are on right now is around the.... edge of the "middle ring" of servers, so to speak??? So its not the farthest out, but it's a bit more inward in its placement than the Hermitcraft server is. The Watchers haven't been alerted, though-- full disclosure, im not putting the other Watchers in this fic because i want the main focus to be about recovery. However, they might appear in other related stories if i decide to write them!!!

I wanna say both yes and no to this. Or more accurately, not on their own, unless they're a very skilled code wrangler. I've briefly mentioned "tears" in the Greater Code before in-fic, and those sort of act like wormholes or extremely long-distance portals-- although in functionality, its less of a tear and more like taking two folds of stretched out fabric and moving them to sit next to each other. That's how people can travel to other server clusters, and i think stuff like that is mostly set up on city-server hubs like Hypixel or MCC

We will!!! We will absolutely be getting that insight within the narrative-- i plan to touch on every life member's reactions and feelings at least once in the fic. Which is a bit of a tall order but 😂😂 this is gonna be a loooong fic, so i'll have the time to do it

Hope this answered your questions!! :D thank you for stopping by to ask them!!!

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Vampire Feed Requirements (informational)

I wanted to go into some depth about feed requirements for vampires in the same sort of strategy that I use for livestock. I wrote a whole funny kinda guide on fanfic .net , but since I don't like that site anymore I wanted to edit my original guide and put it here for you guys to see (also no one called me out on my mathematical mistake where I flipped two numbers rip). I'm also adding a section on using a replacer blood.. Please enjoy my terrible sarcasm and humor. You have no clue how many times I have to write little guides like this for people on Facebook who obtain animals and have no clue how to feed them.

Before I can get down to the numbers of how much blood a vampire would have to drink to survive, I need to state several assumptions:

Since lore does not cover this, I am assuming that fully fledged vampires require blood as their sole nutrient source and are unable to derive nutrients from other foods (though they can eat it and it makes them feel “full”, they will not be able to get their nutrients from it and thus eating it would further starve them). Half vampires seem to be able to digest food just fine, so they can consume and get nutrients from human foods.

I don’t know the internal anatomy of the vampires, but I am assuming that they have 1 stomach. A human stomach can hold up to about 1 gallon of liquid at max. 1 gallon of blood = around 8 pounds. However, in the bonfire feeding scene the vampires were gorging on blood. It's unclear to tell how much blood they ingested verses just killing for fun.

I am assuming after they are turned into a full vampire they have new enzymes and proteins that help them with getting the nutrients out of blood.

We are doing all calculations based on bodyweight. I’m going to be using 180ibs as the weight of our vampires, though I'm terrible at judging weight. You can adjust this number for whatever stories you may need to in the future.

The first thing we need to do to get an accurate understanding of how much a vampire should be eating is we need to figure out their weight. When dealing with potentially dangerous critters, it’s okay to estimate to get a general idea if you don’t have a safe management plan to contain and weigh them. Judging from a distance using David and his boys as a general guide, I will assume they weigh between 150ibs - 180ibs. Since they are most often seen feeding together, we can put them into a single feeding group assuming that each will eat their own fill. As a general note, remember that there is usually a pecking order for pack animals, so be aware that one may get more than another. If this is a prolonged issue, consider separating during feeding.

Now that we have a general number for their weight of 180ibs, we need to figure out another crucial piece of information: what kind of diet are they in need of? There are several main types of diets such as: growing stock, maintenance, and production. Growing stock is for young critters that need the extra energy to grow. Maintenance is for critters that are fully grown and are not putting extra energy out in production. Production is for critters that are actively putting energy towards things such as reproducing, lactating, or other work. Our four vampires here would be considered needing a “maintenance” diet since they are fully grown, and they are not putting energy towards some sort of production (though if they are actively being worked, consider that they will need more calories to help perform these activities). Most maintenance diets need for the animal to have around 2.7% - 3.0% of their body weight in nutritional food per day.

Seeing the four vampires in question are moderately active and don’t exert too much energy in hunting (looks like a majority of their food comes to them/does not put up very long fights), we will be using 2.7% of their body weight for intake per day. We can determine 2.7% of their body weight with simple math:

180ibs x 2.7% = 4.86ibs

Reminder: when multiplying percentages, remember to move your decimal point two spaces to the left! So when you input it into a calculator it should look like this:

180ibs x .027 = 4.86ibs

Great! So we’ve found out that 2.7% of our 180ibs vampire is 4.86ibs. But here’s the catch: you can’t just feed out 4.86ibs of blood to the vampires since they require 2.7% of their body weight in caloric intake. Blood is around 55% water, which has 0 calories. 45% of blood is nutrient dense for them to digest (all according to a thing I found on Google). So in reality, feeding a vampire 4.86ibs of blood only gives them 2.187ibs of actual digestible content. Time for some more math! We will need to set up two fractions and cross multiply to find the amount of blood required for the vampires.

Our first fraction is as follows:

2.187ibs of digestible content

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4.86ibs of blood

The fraction above tells us that we currently are only getting 2.187ibs of digestible content out of the 4.86ibs of blood we’ve given them. We will need to set up another fraction to show the amount of digestible content we want to get and find the number of how much blood will that require.

That fraction is as follows:

4.86ibs of digestible content

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X amount of blood

Now it’s time to cross multiply the fractions, but due to the formatting it will not look pleasant on here. If you don't know how to cross multiply, feel free to look it up.

Remember: multiply the 4.86 of blood to 4.86 of digestible content, and then multiply the 2.187 with X to look as follows:

23.62 = 2.187X

Now just isolate the X! Divide both sides by 2.187

10.8 = X

We have now found that each vampire (estimated weighing around 180ibs) will require 10.8 pounds of blood PER day. For 4 adult male vampires, that is 43.2 pounds of blood PER day!

As a little conversion, 1 pound of blood is just about 1 pint. So we’re looking at around 1.3 gallons of blood per vampire per day, or 5.2 gallons for the feeding group.

Now, you may be saying to yourself, "Geez, that's a lot of blood and I don't know how I'm going to get that much to feed them." The first thing I'm going to say to you is that you shouldn't have gotten a vampire in the first place if you cannot adequately feed them. However, there is a replacer you can use. Animal blood can work to feed a vampire, but it will require more energy for them to convert the digestible calories into usable energy. They will require more caloric intake because their bodies have to work harder to convert the blood to usable energy. I would add an extra 1.35% (which is half of the 2.7%) of their bodyweight. Using the same conversion we did earlier, that looks like:

180ibs x 1.35% = 2.43ibs

Which, remembering that only 45% of the 2.43ibs is digestible (1.09ibs), we need to do the same ratio that we created earlier to determine that we would need an extra 5.42ibs of blood on top of the 10.8ibs we calculated earlier. In total, for a 180ibs vampire to be drinking animal blood, they would need 16.22ibs of blood, or 2 gallons, per day.

Don’t forget about other requirements for the proper care of your vampires. Ensure that they have free choice minerals and consult your local vet to see what kinds of mineral deficiencies are in the blood of your feed. You may need to give periodic vitamin or mineral injections.

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fictional-men-have-my-heart · 1 year

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Day 27

Hello all! Welcome to day 27! One more day closer to the end of the month. Thank you for all the love on my posts so far even if they're just musings produced from my brainrot of the 141, Los Vaqueros, and Konig. I came across the prompt "Write about a time you were lost (figuratively or literally)." And I wanted to put my own spin on it. So, we look at how the 141, Los Vaqueros, and Konig may handle you getting lost with them when a mission goes awry.

Price:

The mission split your group, and you knew from the check-ins from the others they were safe, but alone.

You had been lucky to find the Captain quickly, stumbling across him in an alley where you nearly shot each other.

When he passed you a map and compass, you bit your lip.

"Sir, I haven't navigated in a while, maybe you ought to lead this."

"You'll be fine." He dismissed. You knew you were screwed.

After an hour of hiking through the backwoods, you broached it again.

"Sir, I think I've gotten us lost..." You all but force the map in his hands.

"Surely not... ah, well I'll be damned. I'll take it from here." He concedes, taking the lead with the map.

Ghost:

You could easily tell your Lt. wasn't happy at having to hike out of a mission gone wrong, let alone with you in tow. You had silently handed him the map at first, and he shoved it back into your hand.

"You nav, I'll keep an eye out for the others."

"Ghost, you really should-"

"Start moving kid, this isn't a discussion." You decide on a path you thought was moderate enough for you two given your mild injuries.

Too bad the map didn't account for damaged roads and washed-out bridges. When you came to a section you'd either have to wade through a knee-high creek or go back the way you'd come he turned to you.

"Where the fuck are we kid?" He growled, holding his hand out for the map. His glare was enough to make you hand it over and then quickly retreat from him.

Silence.

"I see. Look, how about you take over looking for signs of the others, I'll keep this..." He nods, eyes simmering down from the boil they'd been a moment ago.

"Yes sir."

Soap:

He hadn't taken you seriously. You realized this now.

"Soap, I barely passed navigation in basic and haven't tried since, now isn't the time to test it."

"Nonsense rookie, you'll be fine."

You were not. He seemed to recognize this too after an hour of walking.

"Hey, let me see that..."

A few minutes of searching later, he sighs heavily.

"You weren't kidding, were you rookie?"

Gaz:

Gaz seemed okay with the longer route home. He was reassuring you it was fine.

"Look, stop apologizing, alright? I should have listened to you."

"Still, after that horrid experience, I'm sure we'd both rather be at the safe house, not still walking around, I'm sorry."

"Well, I should have taken you seriously. We got into this together eh, let's get out of it together now." He'd smiled. You grinned back, nudging his shoulder as you walked.

"Thanks, Gaz."

"No problem, now let's go."

Alejandro:

The man seemed more concerned with putting distance between you guys and the currently imploding plan you'd been trying to make work.

"Sir, I really can't navigate too well, maybe you should-"

"Let's get out of here first. We can find our way back when we aren't being shot at."

It was about a half hour of briskly dodging any noises before he turned to you again.

"Okay, I think we're good, now... where the hell are we?"

"I don't really know, I tried to warn you, sir." He nods, looking around before digging in his pack for a map.

"We'll be alright, out this way I think we can cut a path through..."

Rudy:

Honestly, he was amused after you were both out of harm's way.

"How about we pretend this didn't happen?" He asked, passing you a canteen as you walked. It had been about 45 minutes since the last check-in, so you knew you two would be the last to arrive.

"Why? I think the massive delay in time will tell them we got lost."

"Nah, we'll tell them it was just a detour..."

"...Alejandro will never let you live it down, will he?" You'd grinned.

"...No, no he won't." He laughed. You shook your head.

"Lead the way home then, 'cause I sure as hell don't know it."

Konig:

The man's silence made you a little hesitant to ask him about the map you currently held. He hadn't raised any questions yet so far.

You two had ended up separated from the main group when an unexpected patrol came by in the midst of a recon op.

The goal was to be at a rendevous point by now, but it was dawning on you you had been walking in a path that was increasingly leading you away from the rendevous at about a 45 degree angle on the map.

"Um, Konig?" You'd murmured, halting where you were. He turned to you, staring.

"We need to alter our course. The rendevous is about a mile east..."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't realize, I'm sorry..."

"Let's just get going, they're likely waiting."

As you walked in your new direction, he spoke again.

"It happens to all of us, at least this is a calm time." You nodded.

The worst time I got lost anywhere was on a group trip to Yellowstone national park. Our group was split between two cars and we got separated after nightfall. At 18, that experience was absolutely terrifying. Almost hitting bison who were just chilling in the middle of the roads only made it worse.

TLDR, I do not recommend staying in Yellowstone past dark, shit gets scary fast.

Edit, posted after midnight, I'm sorry. Formatting is a bear sometimes.

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English is not my native language, and i have no sense of humor, so, i'm so sorry.

You were sitting on the grass, in the park, where some sudden holiday was taking place again. A very pleasant-looking elderly lady asked permission to sit down next to you. You were a little confused, but the sight of Billy approaching you relaxed a little and you moved a little to the side and, smiling, nodded to the lady, to sit down. After being scattered in gratitude, a very adult lady, with a very pleasant voice, plopped down next to you, but still observing a respectful distance. Billy, who fished a bottle of water out of your backpack, asked, if everything was okay, to which you smiled and nodded cheerfully, saying, that he had nothing to worry about. The man looked at the elderly lady, sitting next to you, who was already making some sketches in her sketchbook. Apparently, feeling Billy's gaze on her, she turned to him with a kind smile. -Oh, I'm sorry. - She had a very pleasant voice. - If I embarrass you or make you uncomfortable, I can leave. - She sounded, like she really cared about it. -No, no, it's fine. - You began to calm her down, - you're not bothering me at all. - You turned your gaze to your lover. He just shrugged, saying, that as long as you're safe, he doesn't care. - Go, the boys are waiting for you already. - You smiled broadly and affectionately. Billy kissed you on the forehead and left, taking the bottle with him. After that, you both sat in silence. The lady was busy with her drawing, and you were hanging out in a book, sometimes glancing at Billy and the Company.

-You draw very beautifully... - You said shyly. Now you understand, why she wanted to sit here. The view of the alley is simply amazing. -Oh, thank you, my dear. - The elderly lady blushed slightly. You both fell silent again.

-Is this your beloved, dear? - You were surprised by such a sudden topic, but it doesn't look, like this artist is a danger. You smile gently and nod. - What a handsome man you have, baby. - You're smiling again, thanking her. - He looks very reliable. A little untidy, - the lady says, - but reliable. -Yes, he's like that. - You smiled at her again, - thank you. -My late Williams was like that too. - She put the album on her lap, - strong and brave. He was very smart. And he was very reliable and loyal. Oh, and what a handsome man he was... Oh my god..! - She laughed softly, almost nobly. - Sometimes I felt, like I wasn't worthy of him... - And now she looked down at the album and smiled sadly, but still warmly. -Yeah, - you exhaled shallowly, - sometimes I think so too... He is such a... - You found Billy with your eyes, - a good one. He is very nice and very kind... And very beautiful... And strong. And he is always ready to protect, what is dear to him... - The old lady laughed playfully, looking at your amorous gaze. -Is yours also a selfless fool? -Oh! Oh, what a fool! - You both laughed.

You had a nice conversation. It turned out, that a very adult lady, with a very pleasant voice and elegant manners, is a wonderful woman. She is polite and, at the same time, moderately playful. A very nice woman.

-Oh, dear, - the lady smiled playfully again. - You probably call him "daddy", don't you? - You were taken aback at first, but her still kind smile did not cause dislike. She herself, for some reason, did not cause any unpleasant sensations. Although some of her jokes were, though funny, but very caustic. -Nah, - you smiled snide, looking at Billy again. - He's my "mommy". - The lady nodded understandingly and approvingly, with a soft laugh.

🌌Flashbacks🌌

Billy: "Y/n! Where the fuck are you going? Y/n, it's dangerous!" Billy: "did you go out without a jacket again? - The man began to aggressively take off his leather jacket. - It's cold outside, and you're wearing only a sweatshirt! Dumbass... - He, still aggressively, wrapped you in his jacket and pressed you to his chest. - You'll get sick and die..." Billy: "okay, Y/n, that's enough. You've had enough alcohol for today!" Billy: "Y/n, no!" Billy: "enough, I'll finish it myself. You go get some rest."

Billy: "Y/n, no!" Y/n: "but mooooom..!" Billy: "I said no, - he looked at you sternly, - it's dangerous. I don't want you to get hurt! - You just opened your mouth to object, but Billy frowned and pressed his lips tightly." Y/n: "okay, mom..."

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🌴☄️ 【ＯＣＥＡＮ　ＤＲＥＡＭＳ】 🪐🌊

It's about 8:00pm, I have my bags packed, sitting on the floor near the door. In front of my house there's a pretty big porch. Big enough for a few chairs, enough for a few friends.

I am sitting on this white pool-like chair with a small white end table to my left.. I place my lil Cheech n' Chong ashtray on my lap, breaking down a game blue mini. I persist to roll up a small blunt; taking a few tokes at sunset before loading the truck and heading out.

After my brief smoke sesh, I decide it's time to get my ass up and load the truck.

I have a small '85 Toyota Tacoma, navy blue with a cream colored stripe on each side, and a fine outline of deep red on the stripes. My grandfather passed that truck onto me, it was a beauty back in it's day.

Now it's rather aged, but I saw him maintain that bad boy throughout the years, so perhaps it's as good as ever. I may not be a mechanical expert but I did make sure to keep the stereo system up to date; what is a lengthy drive without some good jams ? The only downside to my truck is that it's a three seater, so I'm not too sure about how I'm going to fit all my friends in the truck; there's five of us.

I start loading up the truck; I've got my tents, camping chairs, a big bluetooth stereo, beach towels, an extra change of clothes, my acoustic guitar, the list can go on. I made sure to pack two coolers as well so we have plenty to eat. One cooler is for the drinks, the other for hamburger patties, fish, seafood, and things of the sort.

I place the last bag on the truck bed, making sure we had everything we need for the night. The sun has set for the most part, it's nearing 9:00pm by now and I'm fixing to head out.

I take a seat, placing the key in the ignition, proceeding to start the car. Before I drive off, I make sure to call and tell everyone that I'm about to be on the way.

The truck has a moderately loud cabin as I start it.

Before I drive off, of course I have to make sure there's music playing.

La nuit américaine by Lescop is the first song that starts playing .

I am dressed in some flowy black Hawaiian shirt with a cream and deep red floral pattern; loosely buttoned down some, paired with deep red swim shorts and accessorized with a simple gold chain.

I make my first stop to pick up my beautiful girlfriend; She is wearing a simple black swimsuit, some little shorts on top of it, covered in a flowy,loose, cream-colored cardigan.

As I pull up to the front of her house, I honk so she knows I'm here. I see her running towards the truck with her little bags, appearing to be excited for the night. I get out the truck to help her put her bags in the back. After doing so, I hold her closely by the waist, telling her, "Looking stunning as ever", before I give her a quick kiss. I open the door for her and hop back in the driver's seat, stoked for the adventure that awaits us.

I speed on over to pick up three more friends before we make way to the beach. There's clearly not much space so three of us sit up front, and two chill in the back, sitting on the truck bed.

Black out days by phantogram and subtronics begins playing as I'm speeding down the highway.

I roll down the windows, with the warm summer breeze blowing towards us, and my music being able to reach the homies in the back.

I re-spark the mini from earlier and pass it on to everybody else to smoke as I'm driving.

My lover right next to me, holding my hand as she is chatting away, catching up with her girlfriend.

I turn down my music just a little as we are upon arrival; It's about 10:00pm now.

Have you ever been to the beach at night time ?

It's a ghost town, just us amongst the palm trees swaying back and forth. Supposedly the tides can get quite high at night, we made sure to settle down at a safe distance from the water.

There is a concrete area near the parking lot with some tables and a restroom area. We all hop out the truck with enthusiasm; my girlfriend and our friends run towards the sand. One of my friends stay back to help me unpack our things.

I set up some music on my stereo to get the party started.

Sweater weather by The neighbourhood starts playing.

Of course, we all know this song!

Two of my friends and I start up a small bonfire with some wood we brought. The beach has some small boulders that look like nature made us seats. Regardless we'll be fine because we have camping chairs as well.

By the fire, we proceed to spark up an enormous backwood, gifted by one of my friends.

My girlfriend is crawled up in between my arms and legs, as we're sitting in unison. The blunt gets passed around the circle; She looks so pretty with her lips blowing out the smoke in my direction, giggling with her eyes barely opened.

We are all telling outrageous tales and laughing up a storm; I hold my girlfriend a little tighter as I'm admiring her cute laugh. It's funny seeing her stoned, considering this is a once and a blue moon moment for her.

Upon the open flame, we all help out in grilling some burgs, fish, and shrimp on skewers. Some of my friends crack open some wine coolers; tonight, I'll just stick with a cold can of Guarana.

Boys Latin by Panda bear starts playing next as we are stoned around the fire.

One of my friends surprise us by pulling out a bag of shrooms; talk about unplanned adventures.

My girlfriend and I aren't frequent trippers in the slightest but we figured why hold back on a night like this.

At this point and time, we have all dispersed from sitting around the fire; we are dancing, floating around the sand like atoms.

Velvet skies by Palma players starts playing as we are playfully running around in the sand.

My girlfriend and I are slow dancing to this song; we are looking at each other, reading each others soul with great intimacy. It's almost as if she's undressing me with her eyes.

The night is warm but the water is a bit chilly.

At this point we have all ran towards the ocean and began playing in the water; laughing away with childish joy.

As we run back towards the sand, we are shivering for our towels to keep us warm. Thankfully there's a bonfire to do so as well.

I proceed to turn off the stereo for a moment.

I'd figure I pull out the guitar now and start jamming with friends. We all take turns freestyling and doing poetry over my guitar. One of my friends pull out a tambourine to add rythmn to the session. I'm playing samba-like melodies, in Brasil this would be considered "Poesía acoustica".

After the jam session slows down some as we all get a little more sleepy, I decide to turn the music back on.

NFWMB by Hozier starts playing as I start rolling up another blunt.

My girlfriend, the non-stoner she is, takes the honors of sparking it up.

I kiss her after she blows the smoke straight at my face; my puny eyes light up in the sight of her beauty, I then let out one cheeky smile.

Kiss me again by The drums starts playing next as the smoke session comes to an end.

Some of our friends are laying down on some blankets and towels on the sand.

My girlfriend and I sneak off a bit into the distance, dancing closely to each other underneath the starry, moonlit night with waves crashing nearby.

We are dancing quite silly to this song in particular, as I "kiss her again, kiss her again, kiss her again."

Everyone is still laying down on the blankets, so we decide to settle down and lay right next to them.

With her in my arms, laying her head on my chest, we are looking up at the stars, taking a breath, getting lost in the sky.

At this point it's a bit passed 2:00am, the night is dying down, the trip has descended greatly; with her head laying on my chest, I notice she's drifted off to sleep.

I carry her off to our sleeping area so we can finally call it a night.

Sleep sound by Jamie xx is playing as I'm carrying my girlfriend with our friends all walking towards our tents.

The music slowly fades away as the scene too fades.

Whether it's a cozy cabin, entourée de neige,

Looking out the window, viewing the city night skyline,

A beautiful spring day on a farm,

Or a sunny day at the beach,

Whenever we're together, I'll feel at peace,

And tonight the beach brings nothing but the upmost ocean dreams.

- Alex M.

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kemakoshume · 3 years

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𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬 [yuuji x roommate reader]

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ~ this was a p w/o p... then i blinked and there was plot :’D warnings: oral (fem receiving) & penetrative sex. slight degradation kinkiness (puppy is said). just good old fashioned, sloppy nasty (SAFE, for once) sex. you know the vibes. fem!reader. the slightest of slight dubcon cw’ings for drinking ~ reader is a chubby reader in my mind, no explicit body descriptions are in this though. [4.1k... by accident].

[imagine being roommates with yuuji at the beginning of this dumpster fire of a pandemic] ❀✿＊*

You decided to room together after you finished college. Both adults with newly minted diplomas, and entry-level jobs that did not allow for either of you to live on your own. So, you took inventory. After a few short hours of pouring over your moderate list of friends, you both quickly realized you were each other's best bet. Overnight you were now officially college friends turned roomies with Yuuji Itadori. What could go wrong?

Apparently the entire state of the world. That's what.

The first few months you two lived together went surprisingly smoothly. You both worked opposite schedules: him working mainly in the day as a trainer doing boxing lessons, while you worked overnight in a care facility not too far from your home.

The two of you had been close enough to consider each other “friends” more than acquaintances in college, but admittedly, you weren’t actually around him very much while you were in school. Not in this same capacity, at least. You knew how he partied, and treated people, and studied, but you didn’t know how the guy lived.

You were pleasantly surprised to find that Yuuji cleaned up after himself well enough, at least in your shared spaces. He rarely left out mess or grime that he knew would irritate you and cause unnecessary stress. he cooked for you a lot. He knew that if he didn't make you food with actual vegetables, you would either eat like crap (eating food at your work that should not be legal to advertise as nutritious), or he knew you wouldn't eat enough at all.

You often woke up in the late afternoon to see a lunchbox packed in the fridge, almost always with a note since Yuuji tended to be off somewhere with friends or asleep recovering from work in his bed. You came home in the early mornings to the same, seeing food placed out for you with a note since the trainer was normally gone and active for the day by then.

He was quite literally the best thing you could've imagined. Around enough with a presence and personality that filled your space even when he was gone, but with enough room between you that you could miss him, despite living in the same place. That space gave you distance from any feelings that could bloom and complicate things, and that was fine for a while.

Being his friend and his roommate was easy, at least until things took a turn and the world quite literally fell apart. both of you had to work your jobs from your shared apartment, and subsequently went from barely seeing each other to being stuck together almost 24/7. There were no more secrets about how you spent your time away from each other, no other face-to-face interaction from friends outside of your bubble to distract you, no one else to run to for fulfilling your urges. no one else to spend time with... but each other. Things could’ve been worse though. There were worse people to talk to, and look at, and spend time with. Regardless, it was still a shock when randomly, seemingly out of nowhere, he asked you...

“Hey, when’s the last time you went on a date?” Yuuji asked you one night, munching absentmindedly on a piece of toast, leaning over the sink in your kitchen to let the crumbs cascade down the drain.

Plates didn’t matter anymore. Nothing did.

“Like... forever ago,” you said, making a face that spelled out “We’ve been stuck inside for over a month, dumbass.”

“I mean, duh. Dating with a virus going around like... isn’t happening,” he said, absentmindedly flipping through rows and rows of potential shows for you to watch, “But, even before this, I don’t know when you had time to go out. You slept all day and worked nights and on the weekends.”

He wasn’t exactly wrong. You pondered, thinking over your last few months before the pandemic. It wasn’t that you couldn’t make time to meet someone, or that you couldn’t meet someone, you just always felt like you didn't particularly need anyone around. Specifically, a boyfriend, to feel fulfilled. you had a career that stimulated you, friendships, and your own thoughts to occupy your time. When you got bored, you had every streaming service possible, a vibrator, and a whole laundry list of new hobbies to try in case whatever you were doing at the moment lost your interest.

You didn’t exactly desire to constantly have another human underneath you, always in your business and your space, and you never really had. But, the way things were, you missed human touch. More so, you missed the plethora of opportunities to create new connections if and when you wanted to. You hated not having the choice.

But then, there was Yuuji, coming through the front door every morning with thoroughly disinfected bags of takeout food from your favorite shop down the road. He’d come in at night after getting groceries ordered from your local market, and cook dinner for the two of you to eat while you worked through your “need to watch” list. What did you need a boyfriend for when he was there?

“Dating just felt like a waste of time then, honestly. My work hours made keeping something steady going really hard, and most of the people I met were either boring or slimeballs anyway. Should’ve taken it more seriously while I could’ve I guess. Oh well,” you sighed, sinking deeper into the couch in your living room, “What about you?”

“What about me?” he questioned, plopping himself down onto the couch next to you, a cold beer in hand.

He dropped the TV remote in your hand, letting you take the wheel on deciding the film for the night since he’d chosen the last four times. You scrolled back to the top of the screen to switch over to your own profile on your shared streaming account. You slid over to the left, scrolling down to find the “play random” button, and let film gods chose your viewing experience for the evening on it’s own.

“You know,” you continued as the opening credits rolled, distracting both of you just before the movie title rolled on screen, “Were you dating before lockdown started? I know things didn’t work out with “he who shall not be named, for the time being” but were you starting to see other people?”

“Hm. Yeah, kinda,” he said matter of factly, downing a deep swig of his beer.

“Kinda?” you said, furrowing your brows, “What does “kinda” mean?”

“Well, it uh,” he stuttered, “It just means I was seeing some people, just not in any formal kind of way. Nothing serious enough that it lasted once we had to decide to either forego seeing each other for an undecided amount of time, or basically move in with the person. I was just going with the flow, keeping things casual.”

“Ah, “casual,” you said, making air quotes around the word, “That’s guy talk for: I was fucking any and everything that walked with no plans of commitment. No judgment here, just find it interesting that you’re trying to downplay it.”

He raised his eyebrows at that, before scrunching his face in a way that you found pretty damn adorable.

“I wasn’t... I mean, I didn’t always, not really,” he sputtered, trying and failing to come up with the words to defend himself.

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded, “Of course. You totally weren’t already out on the prowl by the time I left for work. You were at nightly church gatherings where you made plans to feed the needy, right?”

He scoffed, taking another deep sip from the brown opaque bottle, drinking past the halfway point. He wasn’t as close to you as he physically could be, there was definitely enough space between the two of you that he’d have to very pointedly make an effort to touch you, or vice versa, but you could already feel the heat radiating from his body rising from the alcohol.

“Okay, okay. Yeah, I was normally out hooking up with somebody. My job gets the blood flowing, yunno? And, not to be big-headed or anything, but people kinda tend to throw themselves at me. I just reciprocate the energy given to me,” he shrugged.

“Sure, that didn’t sound cocky in the slightest,” you scoffed, turning your attention towards the TV as you let your body fully melt into the couch.

A girl was giving a mafia don a blowjob on a plane. A very aggressive blowjob at that. With... spit running down her jaw, and the side of what had to be a dildo masquerading as his cock was visible, going in and out of the woman’s mouth at an uncomfortably brisk pace.

“Oh,” you breathed, the air instantly being pushed from your lungs.

You could see Yuuji in your peripheral vision, and he looked calm, way calmer than you were sure you looked.

“Oh? This is what you chose for your movie pick?” he said, the tone of his voice dipping lower than you’d ever heard it aside from when he was recently roused from sleep, “Why was everyone raving about how “sexy” this movie’s supposed to be, exactly? Looks like he’s trying to force his dick through her skull by way of her mouth.”

You chuckled, reaching over to punch him lightly in the arm.

“Okay, say less. I’ll just,” you said, reaching to grab the remote from where you’d sat it on the coffee table in front of you.

Yuuji reached faster, grabbing the remote before you’d even had a chance to stretch out your fingers for it.

“What the fuck?” you giggled, pawing at him for the remote while he held it just out of your reach, “Give it. I’ll just pick something else.”

He shook his head no, turning his eyes back to look at the screen illuminating your shared space.

“How about we make this a drinking game instead?” he suggested, raising an eyebrow at you, “Take a sip every time they say a cringe nickname, or someone sucks a dick.”

“A sip or a shot?” you questioned, just as the lead said the nickname “babygirl” for the third time in two minutes.

Yuuji’s brows shot up to touch the ends of his hair that had fallen in his face, looking at you like the TV had answered the question for him.

“I’d rather not have to call an ambulance and go to a hospital, during all of this insanity and in this economy, because we decided to get alcohol poisoning... for fun.”

“Fair enough,” you nodded, lifting yourself off the couch to go grab yourself an apple ale, and another boring beer for Yuuji.

You weren’t dressed in anything super nice, or intentionally provocative, but you did notice the way Yuuji glanced down your body when you walked back over to the couch and sat down with him. Your thighs were exposed in the short pajama bottoms you’d thrown on fresh from the wash, and you were in a t-shirt you were pretty sure belonged to him, only very very stretched out and too big for him in the first place.

“Thanks,” he mumbled when you handed him his beer.

"Cheers,” you said, clanking your bottles together once you pressed play and the movie began again.

Almost immediately, there was another “babygirl” and the drinking game had begun.

“Game on,” you said, taking your first full swig of your drink.

“I’m gonna be a good sport and ignore the fact that I’m a drink ahead of you already,” Yuuji said, his voice still at that deliciously low tone that you could have gotten drunk on alone, “May the best liver win.”

You only make it about two-thirds of the way through the film before you were pretty solidly buzzed. The warmth from the alcohol radiated through your veins, and that warmth had officially found it’s way between your legs.

The movie was awful, god-awful, and both you and Yuuji had consistently been cracking jokes throughout almost the entire runtime, but sex was still sex. The leads of the movie, mainly the woman, were both intimidatingly gorgeous. The film held nothing back when it came to the sex scenes (despite how irritating it was that the guy’s dick was never not in some woman’s mouth), and the two actors looked good together in every erotic scene the director could’ve gotten them to simulate sex in.

Still, you couldn’t lie... it was turning you on. Especially a certain scene in a very large shower, and despite the horrifically confusing, bland ass plot.

Yuuji’s jokes had died down the more alcohol that entered his system, as did yours, so you were now just sitting together. Two buzzed, single, friendly adults watching two other grown adults simulate sex on a screen for another whole hour.

“I wonder how they got it to look so realistic when he’s eating her out,” Yuuji commented, taking a sip of beer that finished off his third bottle.

You drank too, now finished with your second.

“I don’t know but it does look like... really real,” you said, your mind adrift with thoughts that had little to do with the two movie leads.

Yuuji was too hot next to you. You could feel the warmth from his body coming off in little distracting waves. Was he warm to the touch? Did he feel the heat pooling in his stomach, just like you were?

You dared a glance over at the pink-haired man next to you, shocked that he met your gaze. You just sat like that for what felt like forever, staring into each other’s eyes.

“When was the last time someone touched you that way?” he whispered, alluding to what was happening on screen.

You shook your head, trying and failing to remember the last time you’d had time to meet someone, let alone when someone had pleasured you that way.

“That long?” he said, moving his hand from it’s place on the couch onto the exposed skin of your thigh, “Do you want to be touched that way again?”

His eyes were so soft when they looked into yours. His fingers featherlight as he lightly rubbed his thumb against your delicate skin.

You nodded your head, not wanting to use your voice for the fear of sounding too eager, too needy.

You see it coming when he turns his torso, bringing his right arm up to cup your face with his large, impossibly warm hands. Then, without a word, your lips are pressed against his. Hungry and eager and needy, yet still so precise. Despite the alcohol he has running through his veins, he’s still composed. In control and passionate while dictating the pace of the kiss. You let your mouth relax, opening up to welcome his tongue into your mouth while you let your fingers tangled in his pale pink hair.

He lifts his legs onto the couch, lifting himself up so he’s above you. He reaches down to grab your legs by the back of your knee, pulling them up onto the couch as well. He crowds into your space, forcing you to move your body down until your clothed back is touching the cool leather of your couch.

You open up for him, letting him slot himself between your spread legs before pulling him back down to kiss you. He nipped at the underside of your chin with his teeth, kissing his way down your neck, and across your collarbones. When Yuuji rubs his body against yours, you don’t miss the feeling of his firm length rubbing against you as he does so.

“Damn, you’re easier than I thought you would be,” you tease, a sly smile gracing your face as he stops his assault of kisses and nips of his teeth against your chin, “Already hard just for me?”

You wrap your legs around his waist, grinding yourself against him to punctuate your point.

“Fucking tease,” he chuckled, sliding his arms beneath your body, “What happened that cute little puppy-dog look you were giving me a second ago? Hm?”

The trainer picked you up in an instant, making you feel like a rag doll with how easily he handled your weight. You let it happen as he settles you on his hips, kissing a hickey onto your neck while he carries you to his bedroom.

Your body bounces a bit when tosses you onto his bed unceremoniously.

“Take off your clothes,” he instructs, all the playfulness gone from his tone as he walks around the foot of his bed.

You hear the ruffle of foil-lined plastic as Yuuji digs through his dresser drawer, plucking a condom and a bottle of lube from the drawer after he removes his own shirt.

You slowly removed your bra and slid off your pajama shorts while you stared at him, licking your lips at the sight of his firm, toned body. You were still in your panties and covered by your oversized cotton t-shirt when he’s back on top of you again, a scowl on his brow when he looks at your still covered body.

“Trying to hide the goods or something princess?” he says, pawing at your waist beneath the shirt while he toys with the hem of the fabric, “Don’t tell me my pretty girl is secretly shy after all?”

You softly shook your head no, deciding in the moment to brave any insecurities that might have been looming in the recesses of your mind. Yuuji saw you literally everyday. He knew what you looked like and was obviously interested anyway. Fuck it.

You took off your shirt, exposing your bare breasts and torso to your roommate.

“Fuck,” he said, pushing you back against his pillows, “You’re gorgeous. This is what you’re hiding under your pajamas and work clothes all the time?”

His gaze on your body is intense, like he would lick and devour every part of you if he had the time. He gave himself a moment to drink up the sight before he’s kissing you again, his tongue melting into yours as he licked into your mouth before he moved down.

He took one of your breasts into his mouth, wrapping his index finger and thumb around your other nipple. His free hand roamed the length of your body, caressing all the exposed skin his hands could touch. Eventually he lowered his hand down, running his fingers along the damp wetness of your slick soaked panties.

“Fuck,” he groaned, releasing your tit from his mouth, “You want this so bad, huh?”

You nodded, aching and hot all over from the mounting tension in your body, like a rubberband being stretched to it’s limits before it popped.

“Please?” you moaned, “Please touch me.”

“I am touching you baby,” he said, a cocky grin kissing the corners of his lips, “Do you want more?”

You nodded your head furiously, pulling him into a sloppy kiss while you rutted yourself against his hand.

“I thought only puppies humped but I guess I was wrong,” he teased, applying pressure to your clit through the fabric, “Are you gonna be a good little puppy for me tonight baby?”

You nodded again, a weak, “yes,” spilling from your lips.

“Tell me exactly what you want. Beg for it like a good little slut.”

You cried out for him to touch you, lick you, do whatever he wanted to do with you as he lowered himself down, kissing closely but not on the spot that you wanted him to.

He took off your panties, throwing them somewhere on the floor of his bedroom.

You noticed him taking the slightest (unintentional, maybe) sniff of your musky scent, before he lowers his mouth to your clit.

The pleasure is instant when he finally licks a wet stripe up your already soaked folds, latching his mouth onto your clit while alternating between suction and his long tongue.

“Oh,” you moaned, letting your head loll back against the pillows.

You can’t help but eventually look down again the closer you got to your climax, unable to fathom that your roommate, this unbelievably sexy man that called you a friend, was making you feel this way.

Yuuji looks up at you too, relaxing his mouth for a moment and running his thumb through your folds.

“Stop with that look,” Yuuji said, taking advantage of the opportunity to speak while his fingers toyed with your clit.

“What look?” you moaned, just as his fingers hit the perfect motion on your swollen little bud.

“That look,” he said jutting out his chin to motion to your face, “That look like you want me to fucking break you. So fucking needy while you have the nerve to be so sloppy and wet for me like this.”

He exchanges his fingers for his mouth, going back to meeting your slippery cunt with firm flicks of his tongue, letting his nose swipe across your clit when he fucks you with it.

You didn’t last much longer after that. The pleasure built to a blinding fever pitch, ending in you dripping your juices down the length of Yuuji’s neck.

You lick the trail of slick up the span of his neck until you reached his lips, grabbing feverishly at his cotton sweatpants, helping him slide the offending fabric off of his body.

Yuuji’s dick sprang free, hanging hard and heavy between his legs. He wasn’t the longest you’d ever had, though still pretty noticeably big, but god he was easily the thickest.

“I want you to ruin me,” you moaned, rutting against nothing but the air, begging for friction, “Fuck me like you want me.”

“I do want you,” Yuuji said, sliding on a condom that he’d sat on the edge of the headboard above you, “I’ve wanted you for years, how did you never know that?”

“I,” you whined, the feeling of the stretch almost overwhelming when he entered you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders for stability as he angled his hips, fucking into you like he knew you wouldn’t break, at least not easily.

“Fuck, I wanted you too,” you cried, relaxing as much as you could to allow every inch into you, “I just, ah, I didn’t want to ruin things.”

He adjusted you both, leaning back so he could look at your face while he fucked into you. Though, you had hid your eyes behind your arms, a choked moan escaping your mouth when his cock nearly hits your cervix.

“Hands down.” he chastises, slowing down his movements but fucking deeper into you, “I want to see you. Fucking... waited so long to make you mine. Waited so long to see you this way, all stretched out on my cock. I wanna see that pretty face when you cum again for me.”

Neither of you last very long after that. The way he angles his hips is heaven and his hand rubbing sinfully tight, fast, circles against your swollen clit feels sinfully sweet like honey.

“Yuuji, I,” you cry, cumming with his name on your lips.

“Please,” he says, as he does the same, cumming into the latex around his cock with your name on his.

He collapses next to you and you both catch your breath. Both of your bodies are grossly sticky and sweaty and a shower together would be perfect after this, you think. You can tell both of you are swimming in thought about what just happened. The silence in the room was louder than anything either of you could say. But for some reason, when he turns his head to look at you, and there’s something you could mistake for love there... things feel okay. You’re there, together in his bed, in your shared home, and that’s all that matters for now. The semantics of what this all means can wait until the morning.

For now, you accept it when Yuuji carries your spent body into the bathtub of his room, and you let him wash your body, and you don’t question anything when he pulls you back into his bed for the night.

You just let sleep take you, and put everything else in the back of your mind for when the sun shines again.

tysm for reading! i cross posted on ao3 if you’d like to bookmark it ~~~ xox

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theramseyloft · 3 years

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Shipping a Pigeon

This is not just important for breeders and rescues to know.

The recipients of shipped pigeons need to know how this works as well.

https://foyspetsupplies.com/new-vented-single/

This is the Horizon Micro Environment vented single box, currently the industry standard for shipping pigeons.

These shipping boxes are designed around the thermodynamics of air and the physiology of the birds.

They are made of sturdy corrugated cardboard, which is surprisingly well insulated!

The wide vent at the top of the box vents out warm air as it rises, drawing cooler fresh air through the smaller holes all down the sides and across the bottom on the solid side of the box, where the label is attached.

Air holes are covered by a filter, which provides a few benefits: Keeping the bird and its mess contained, moderate protection from outside contaminants, and most importantly, darkness.

Pigeons are diurnal.

Deprived of light, they basically shut off and fall asleep.

If they could see and were active, more than 24 hours with out water would leave them dangerously dehydrated.

But while they sleep, their digestion is drastically slowed; allowing them to conserve water and calories for days longer than they could while active.

I line the boxes with two layers of paper towels and send seeds with them, but there is no safe or legal way to send water, which is why keeping them in the dark for the trip is so important.

Live birds travel mostly by ground, to protect them in case of hazardous materials ending up in the same scheduled shipment.

If that happens, the live animal is simply delayed until the next scheduled truck or sent along a different rout.

Some times this results in delays. It is not uncommon for a bird to arrive a day or so later than projected, but pigeons travel very well.

If both bird and box are correctly prepared prior to departure, Pigeons are comfortably travel safe for up to seven days.

To prepare my birds for departure, I bring them in 24-48 hours before departure day and keep then in a hospital cage where they have nothing to do but eat and drink and their appetite and hydration levels can be monitored.

Both of which is done by observing the quality of the poop.

Hospital cages are lined with white paper towels to make this easier.

Paper towels wick the moisture away from a fecal sample, letting you see how much liquid was present in a ring of what’s been wicked from an individual poop.

Too much liquid with a large portion of the first day’s meal left over warns of depressed appetite.

Lots of liquid with very little food left either means that was not a large enough portion, or warns that there may be parasites present that you had no prior knowledge of.

If you give a larger portion of feed and the solids to liquids ratio corrects, then chances are you underestimated that individuals intake.

If you adjust the portion and the poop is still very sloppy and wet, it isn’t just a portioning issue and shipment needs to be delayed so that the necessary diagnostic measures can to be taken to work out what’s wrong.

If a bird is pooping too dry on the first day, it may just be stressed by the transition into a hospital cage.

If it’s still pooping dry the next day I alert the recipient that the bird is not sufficiently well hydrated and arrange to try again next week.

This is why 48 hour pre-departure holds are better than 24 hour holds.

It is always better to delay and risk the annoyance of the client to be sure the bird is in good enough condition to arrive safely than to assume everything will be fine and risk sending your client an animal that will arrive in need of medical care.

Six weeks is the bare minimum safe shipping age for a baby pigeon, as that is when their baby feathers have generally come all the way in.

New feathers are fleshy and vascular, and requite a LOT of moisture from the bird growing them, so while the baby is fledging, it is extremely prone to dehydration.

Mine go out at nine weeks, because six weeks is the youngest they can safely be vaccinated for PMV and Paratyphoid, and the soonest they can receive boosters and be fully vaccinated is three weeks later.

That puts them well into a travel safe level of development,

A word of caution on adult cocks!

While hens and young birds under four months are generally safe to ship together, It is safest to ship adult cocks with a divider!

Part of what makes pigeons such easy travelers is the close resemblance for them of a shipping crate to a nest crevice.

Adult cocks are VIOLENTLY defensive of potential nest spaces, and his travel partner cannot get away from him!!!

This can result in a travel partner getting scalped to the skull and neck vertebrae if they are lucky enough to shut down in time,

Or being kept awake and active long enough to fatally dehydrate en rout, leaving only the winning cock and a corpse.

It does not matter if the cock in question was bonded to or friends with this travel partner.

Cocks in driving mode have even scalped and killed their own mates in the confines of the shipping box.

If you are sending out a cock over four months old with another bird of any sex or age, put a divider between them!!!

A length of cardboard running diagonally from one corner of the box to the other is all it takes to ensure that both an adult cock and who ever he’s traveling with will arrive safely and whole, if you do not have the option to send him in his own box.

On arrival, place new birds straight into their enclosure, and show them where water is.

It’s important to give them a few days to get their bearings and adjust to the new normal before being invited out for bonding time.

Human-social pigeons will look to you for comfort after all this change, and will usually beg to be let out on arrival day.

At the very least, wait until you have seen them drink and eat before you let your new bird come out and explore the room at large.

Expect a new arrival by mail to be thirsty and disoriented. They just spent 2-4 days asleep in a box, the jetlag is real.

For the first few days, expect wet poop. The bird will be more interested in water than food for about the first three days, though you should see a steady transition over to water and food intake balancing out over that period.

Ideally, shipping is only done a few times in the life of a pigeon. If not from their breeder straight to their forever home;

Then from the breeder who hatched them to a breeder that wants peeps from them, and from there to their permanent pet home when they retire

Or from a rescue to a long term foster to a permanent home.

When done correctly, shipping is the safest, most comfortable means by which to transport a pigeon over long distances.

But if done incorrectly, it can be severely injurious or even fatal.

If you are adopting a pigeon from a rescue, purchasing a pet bird from a breeder, or purchasing breeding stock to add to a project, you now know what to ask the rescue or breeder about their shipping procedure to ensure that your birds travel comfortably and arrive safely.

#shipping birds #shipping safety #tw: animal death #tw animal injury

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spinaroos-47 · 2 years

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Windowsil chat

It’s finally here, a month later dsgjdgsj

This has been finished for a while but i changed some things since the stream this weekend, it’s not a lot but here’s the spoiler warning for lil rascal’s name

Vapor rose from the ground while the rain hit the bricks of the castle, sizzling against the stone. It was a bad storm, the kind that can destroy unprotected roofs or cause fifth degree burns. There would be so much damage to be reported in the morning, one could even see the headache already forming on the guard's head as he stopped to look outside. The hallway was dark and empty, not a witch or demon in sight for many rooms on every direction. Thundering outside made company to the young witch, moonlight soaking him through the windows, droplets against the glass creating dancing shadows on his cloak.

Lifting the stuffy mask, a quiet chirp came from his hood, soon followed by a small feathery head peeking from it, making him tense up.

— Hey, hey, hey, hey! Remember the deal. — The deal. Right. Being able to stay with him outside the bedroom as long as no one finds out. Looking over the shoulder, still not a single soul was on this wing of the castle. — It's not safe here, and I'm already on thin ice. So let's keep a low profile until we get to my room, okay?

Right. Low profile. Got it.

Sticks and leaves were still stuck on the boy's hair, framing a new scratch on his forehead. A worn out smile crept up on their witch's face, tired, but enjoying the company.

— ...But I guess it doesn't hurt to stay here a little more.

Perched on his hand, the cardinal got carried to the closed windowsill, hopping on it. Hunter's elbows rested on it as well, looking out to the other side of the mote. Sometimes a small movement gave away a poor scout stuck on night shift in the distance. Still a very pretty night, considering everything, the moon shining down through the clouds and stars peeking through them. The steam lazily swirled higher and higher, contouring all the spikes around the region.

— Did you know that the giraffes were banished to the human realm?

Oh. Not really. What are giraffes? The palisman stared at him, tilting their head.

�� Oh, you don't know? That...makes sense, you're a bird. They-Ow! — They pecked his fingers, almost going for the forehead after that, the guard stopping them. — Okay, okay, sorry. Anyways, they're beast demons, with long necks, weird faces and were too big of weirdos to continue being here.

Chirping started again, the small rascal climbing on his hand. Why were they exiled?

— I don't know. Even records from the Savage Ages - which aren't a lot - don't say much. It happened a long time ago. — He stopped whispering, talking clearer to the cardinal. His other hand reached to pet them, without much thought.— Now they're in the human realm. Belos said he met one before, but never told me much about it. His focus always goes back to the portal and the Day of Unity. And the "Titan's big plan" for me. Would be nice to actually know what this plan is for once.

Picking at the edge of the seams on the glove, the witchling got quiet, staring at the raindrops. Are you scared to know what it is?

— No, I'm not. — Sighing didn't hide at all the fact that his hands were shaking, barely disguised. — I trust the emperor. He's doing the right thing. Doesn't matter how I feel about it.

Alright. But I think it does. At least for me. Hunter went silent, forehead almost touching the cold stone, staring at the ground. They picked at the sticks on his hair, trying to get them out, to a moderate success.

— Thanks, I guess.

You're welcome. The wind howled outside, banging against the glass, making itself impossible to ignore. We came back right on time.

— We could have stayed a bit more. The rain isn't that bad at the start.

What.

— It's not that hot when it is drizzling. I stay out at the beginning of the rain all the time, and I'm not boiled. It's completely fine.

You're a weird witch. Weird, weird witch. Pulling on the wild strand in his hair, it cracked a laugh out of him. Weird witch boy.

— You say that like you're not a weirdo too.

Weirdos find eachother then.

— I guess so.

— I still think you could have chosen a better witch for yourself.

Resting his head on his arm, lightning outside increased, a flash of light every minute or so. Flapjack sat on his other hand, watching the storm with the witch.

It's nice to talk to talk to a witch again. Their chirps became softer, closing their eyes. I almost forgot how it was like. It's nice. He smiled softly at the bird, petting their head.

No, I think I made the right choice. You're fun.

— We have very different definitions of fun. I don't see what's so fun about me.

Well, I like when you talk about magic. And food. And that pink thing in your bed!

— Sprig?

— ...We're going to keep him just between us, okay? — Okay. He stopped for a moment, frowning his brows for a second before relaxing them. — Although I don't know who you could talk to about that.

That one!

Hunter looked down at the stone, face warming more than if the rain outside fell on him.

I could, but I don't think they would come here to listen. Not by their choice.

Silence fell between the two, staring again through the window. The search for palismen was becoming more difficult with each day that passed, and it wasn't a pretty scene when one was caught and sent to the emperor. Weeks ago, the guard would have no hesitation about doing it, but now… it felt weird after Flapjack came into the picture.

Fiddling with one stubborn stick, the witch was at a loss for words. Really, what could he even say? Nothing could really be said that hadn't already been thought or considered about by either of them. Red from the horizon still peeked from behind the skull, the day trying to keep hold onto something while the night kept on moving. And following it, the rain began to fizzle out, leaving the quiet of the evening dominate the isles. Or at least as quiet as any night could be.

…Hunter.

— Hum?

More absentminded pets were given, but the bird was restless now, trying to hide on the guard's shadow, chirps barely audible

Hunter, we should go, now.

— What? Why?

The warmth of the corridor dropped by several degrees. Vague putrid scents mixed with a weak attempt at covering it with perfume turned his gut. The presence raised every hair on his back, looming over the two.

Oh no.

He couldn't hide them now. There were no excuses he could scramble for this.

— Are you having fun with your little play thing?

#toh #the owl house #toh spoilers #hunter toh #lil rascal #lil rascal toh #flapjack toh #emperor belos #eh kinda? very little presence here #writing #alec writes

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Are you going to make part 3 of jeans this isn’t a date?

part three: “this isn’t a date jean, we’re undercover”

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

cw: fluff, angst, season 4 spoliers, major character death, kissing and comfort

word count: 2700+

a/n: the poll went for fluff ending but i still added some angst, originally i was going to kill you off so yeah this is what you guy’s are getting, a moderate sad ending with jean’s comfort

summary: in which the time for fighting has begun and with the success of eren and the capture of zeke, the long journey ahead back to paradis seems to be your only concern, until the arrival of an unexpected warrior creates turbulence with jean realising his only goal now is to protect you

part one | part two

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The shock and horror stayed on the Marleyans faces, the sound of Eren chewing Lord Tybur up as if he meant nothing and then there were you two. Jean gave a nod as you both parted, his hand being the last thing you felt on your own, a sign of the love you both held for one another. The way they all ran away in fear as Eren marched towards the Marleyan soldiers, he had murdered so many people in an instant. But you knew worst of all you were about to do the same thing to them all.

It all became a flash of thought, the way the war hammer titan’s bright yellow light rose up from the sky, you had begun flying closer to where the real action was. Leading a squad to easily infiltrate and kill the Marleyans, but even with these people by your side a sense of duty settled within you.

Soaring through the air past the buildings and rubble until you finally saw the scene first hand, the white war hammer already hurting Eren and the signs of canons hitting him. You knew what was to come just as the War Hammer titan began thinking she had won, the one indestructible force arrived. Mikasa swung with ease as you watched in the air, shooting and using the thunder spears, you shot up from the air with your own squad. The way you all at ease began using the spears to kill the soldiers with such ease.

“Good work guys.” You muttered slowly through the flames, moving closer onto where the canons were. You notice Jean a small smirk seeing you finally fighting after these past couple of months. He shot at the men who hadn’t been harmed, watching as you did the same. It began easier to swing with actual buildings and rubble, shooting at those who were fighting back, the fires and explosions that occurred bringing a sense of relief that you weren't the ones being murdered.

You and Jean swung through the air, seeing as he grabbed a man to get up to the roof. “Grab my hand.” He whispers as you easily get swung over onto the roof. Both you and Jean leave heavy breathes at all the blood on your hands. “Those morons.”

You both had seen the flash of another explosion, Jean more pissed off that normal, “Jean.” It was only a mere whisper, but he was pissed at Floch’s shooting.

“Hey! You gonna burn the whole zone down?!” What part of keeping civilian casualties to a minimum don’t you get, Floch?” You easily chased after the brunette, who began shouting at Floch as usual.

Floch turned to meet you both, staring at the scene in front of you of fires and explosions. You didn’t care for his words, but you saw as he began shaking his hands violently. You moved away from the two of them wanting to see the action and if any Marleyan soldiers were near to kill. Floch continued rambling onto Jean as you the cold hard truth had been brought to light. This was a battle to kill, the only ones you needed being Eren and his brother, revenge was the main cause of this all. Your people’s revenge.

“Y/n.” Jean softly whispers as you watch the fire, the men around you dead as you both begin waiting for the rest of the squads to meet here. You could already see the beacons of lights appear throughout the city, knowing the plan seemed to be working.

You turn to face Jean, even with blood across your fingers and clothes, he still looked at you as if you were the prettiest woman he had ever met. “I did promise a date if we got out of this right?” He touches your cheek softly, fire blazing across the ruined zone.

“You did but remember what I’ve said many times.” You paused as you urged him to think.

“This isn’t a date Jean, we’re undercover.” He mocked giving a sign as you playfully pushed his arm.

You see a Marleyan soldier in the distance, gun up ready to shoot you down. “Yeah, I do say that a lot, but move.” You shouted the last part, Jean in an instant moved to the other side finally seeing what you saw as you quickly shot the man down with the gun that had been at your side.

“Look at you saving me.” He mutters softly, if you haven't seen the man, they’d have gotten shot, he knew he’d have to keep protecting you but even then, he knew you could handle those idiot Marleyans yourself.

You both saw Connie and Sasha in an instant, Connie the first to say, “Jean, Y/n, we stalled the reinforcements.”

Jean went to the ground checking on the thunder spears as he turned to face them both, “and the lights?” You questioned.

“They’re all-in place.” Sasha spoke.

“Are things going well?” Connie questioned as both you and Jean looked at each other hesitantly.

“For the time being.” Jean almost whispers out as you turn to face the two of them properly. You all see Mikasa sore through the air as Jean continued, “as long as we take that thing out in time. But who knows? Anything can happen at this point. What’s to come when this battle is over? For us to know, we have to survive.”

The feeling that the last part had been directed at you felt unsettling, you would survive. You had to survive and be with Jean if that was the last thing you ever did. Mikasa shot the War Hammer Titan in the eye as you went to grab some thunder spears yourself, it felt like everything had easily worked in your favour with minimum casualties. Another flash of yellow leading to Eren’s Attack titan being seen with the hard form of one of the Tybur’s ready to be eaten.

“Come on Eren.” You softly whispered looking at the scene at hand, the way Eren was just about to eat it when the Jaw titan came out of nowhere. It seemed like you had spoken to soon, the four of you in shock as the Jaw titan bit into Eren’s neck until the blades hitting the enemy titan was heard from humanities greatest solider with murder on his mind.

The sound of guns shooting through the air made you startle until both you and Jean swung through the air. Ready to shoot at the Cart titan, Jean moved through the air, but it seemed the guns had become too much as both of you landed in a building. “Y/n.” Jean shouted bringing you behind a table as you heard the gunshots occur, he held his body around you as you cowered into him before it stopped. “I’ve got you.”

Instead the whole building rumbling at the sight of another titan coming, both you and Jean looked out through the broken window seeing it, “the Beast Titan.” Both you and Jean flew out from the building seeing the two other men follow in suit, before those around you got killed as well. “Jean, we have to stop them both.”

“I know.” He mutters before flying into a building with you beside him, the sounds of rubble falling from the broken-down rocks that the Beast Titan had thrown at you all. “Y/n, you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You mutter from the ground, the sign of a much brighter light occurred, and you knew exactly who it was, Armin had transformed destroying the ships. Swinging through the air as Levi quickly dropped the Beast Titan in a matter of seconds. Distracting the Cart’s titans weapons seemed easy enough but with the mass amounts of weapons you couldn’t tell and that’s what allowed Sasha to easily shoot one of the men down. The Cart titan began moving towards Sasha, Jean in an instant appearing putting a spear right in the eye as you and the men watched before the command was heard.

“Now! Fire!” It was all you all needed to shoot down the Cart titan in a matter of seconds, fire blazing as you had won against the titan. Flying away from the scene with ease with the other members of the Survey Corps, you stood on the roof watching the men shoot upwards towards you Jean and the rest of the group. The sight of the airship surrounding the air brought a relief to you, you could finally go home, leave Marley with a victory.

“It's here.” Connie spoke just as you flew onto the roof where the rest of the guys were.

“Yeah. Right on time.” You bent down to meet Jean, a hand on his shoulder as he gave a soft sign knowing that you were safe.

A victory had been won, the gain of the War Hammer titan and Eren’s defeat of Reiner’s titan seemed to come with no cost to your friends. “I’ve run out of gas.” You whisper to Jean.

“Grab onto me.” He holds your waist as you put your arm around his neck, both ready to finally go home. He grabs onto the ship, your body still on his own as he shouts, “protect the airship from the enemy below.”

You couldn’t do a lot in this state, but victory had occurred, and you could finally go home. Being helped up by Connie and Sasha you could finally feel safe, before helping Jean up himself. Both lying beside each other with a heavy breath, Jean finally spoke, “who’s here?”

“We’re still waiting for Squad Lima in the front.” Connie speaks watching how Jean's hand had moved to your own as the two came closer to you both.

Sasha spoke of the death toll, before the excitement of Floch and the rest of the corps occurred over a successful victory. Jean whispered some words that were barely audible and that’s when he felt it, your arms wrapped around him, he kissed the side of your head allowing his arms to wrap around you as well. Connie brought Sasha along with him to elope himself onto the two of you, it felt just as it had in your first years as a Cadet. One happy family was brought together again.

It brought a smile to your face, but with Jean there always seemed to be a problem, “that hurts, idiot. Don’t hug people with that lump of iron on.” He watched you all leave his side, but his arms almost missed your touch.

“Jean don’t be mean.” You chuckle as Connie begins mocking Jean’s unsuccessful beard. Sasha began questioning about food as you began remembering the days when the three of you would have to hear Sasha go on about the next meal occurring.

“We’re finally going home.” Jean mutters looking at you as he stands up to meet your gaze fully. He grabs your waist with an ease before giving you a soft kiss on your lips, he stopped caring about those around you both. Watching as melted right into his touch. “I love you.” He whispers through it all.

You grab his hair to bring him down, his tongue flicking inside your own as it entangled with your own. Before finally taking a breath of your own away from him, Connie and Sasha’ eyes go wide. “I love you too.” Jean held your hand softly before you both turned to your two friends.

“I fucking told you, didn’t I, you owe me meat when we get back.” Sasha happily spoke to Connie, as you both went beside them listening to the hurray’s of victory.

Sasha had whispered something to Jean making the boy let go of your hand to shut the people up, “Hey, quiet down!” You moved to the side to let him past, feeling his hand on your back to make them all be quieter.

You continued hearing the celebrations, Connie asking about Lobov as you were just glad that all your friends seemed to be safe. You stood on the other end of Jean beside the wall, leaning against it as you almost wished you could have the same innocence in this celebration that the others had.

The sound of a child behind you made you all startle, seeing a girl with her gun raised, “Sasha.” You shouted but the bullet had already been shot right into her chest. You were unable to move, eyes widening as you easily caught her just before she was about to hit the ground. You slowly let her down, eyes widening at how blood seeped onto your clothes and hands, she stayed in your arms, her head against your knees as tears formed in your eyes. “Sasha, come on, you...you’ll make it, come on.”

Just as Gabi was ready to shoot again, Jean put his gun out, but the other cadets got at her and the boy first. Connie came running towards Sasha, hand on her cheek, “stay with us!”

“Pl...please, don’t leave me.” You whispered, feeling her head become heavy on your, blood continuing to seep out. Jean knelt beside you as he saw the tears drop down your face and fall down your own. “Sasha.” You wept out.

She began speaking about food, her breath heavy as Connie pleaded for her to continue, with her last words being the one thing she truly loved, Connie watched as he got bandaged up, your body encased in blood as tears continued to drop down your face with no end. She was your best friend, and you couldn’t do anything, Jean could barely even look at her near dead state, his gaze ending up on the two children after Floch had called him.

You tried to suppress your tears, you did but every time you faced your friend, more and more formed. Your breathing irregular as it became harder and harder to even speak a word. The sound of the child's voice shouting about devils and other shit, made your tears turn into anger, in an instant you went right up to her face ready to punch her yourself. “Y/n.” Jean gave a soft whisper, “take them with me.” You continued to be filled with rage as you walked them down to where the rest of your friends were.

Armin was the first to notice the blood across your body and the puffed-up eyes, but the two children had brought about more confusion instead. Their eyes widened at the sight of Zeke, you didn't care for their confusion, instead Levi asked who they were. Unable to speak, you let Jean speak until the very end, “this girl shot Sasha.” Tears welled up in your eyes again, “it...it doesn’t seem like she will make it…”

Armin and Mikasa ran past the two of you, you could barely move to run with them. Your legs felt heavy as you sobbed at your words, tears continuing to fall down your face. Standing in the corner, your hands at your eyes as you sobbed quietly, you prayed she would be okay. Hoped for a miracle to occur where everything was fine, and she never actually got shot. But that’s when you felt the blood on your clothes, the blood on your face and hands. The blood everywhere, Jean began shouting at Yelena, you ignored all sounds as all you wanted to hear was your crying.

The sound of the door opening made you move to see who it was, Connie appearing with a horrified face, as you and Jean both stared at him. “Sasha…” He paused making your head think she was okay, that she was alive, “she’s dead.”

Your whole life crumbled in an instant, you felt your knees go weak as you fell to the ground, Jean catching you as he felt with you, his arms around you. You sobbed into his shoulder, wailing with no end. Your friend was dead, the girl you had grown up gone in a matter of seconds, dead because of a stupid little girl.

Jean’s eyes widened as tears formed his own eyes as he held you close. He stopped caring about the mission, stopped hearing others, only seeing you. He couldn’t let what had happened to Sasha occur to you, he couldn't. He would protect you with his last breath, and now with you in his arms a crying mess, he’d keep that promise he made to you when you had just met at 12, he’d keep the promise. Never wanting to see you cry like this ever again, because you were always going to be his, and he’d be damned to let anything happen to you.

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youmarin · 3 years

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Ch. 00 Pt. I : To-Not-Do-But-Actually-Do List | JJ Maybank × fem! reader

a/n : I wrote this between last night and this morning. It's not my first time writing fanfic but it is my first one of JJ Maybank. I always delete my works thinking they ain't good enough. Hopefully I won't delete it this time and when I get some breaks I can keep writing. Anyways to whoever stops and reads: Thank you very much and enjoy the story!

tw: underage drinking, smoking, slight mention of anxiety (it's barely there).

There's a small conversation in Spanish but I clarified what is being said.

word count: 3.0k+

You were studying for an upcoming test. It was Friday evening and you were sure nobody liked to study on Friday evenings just when the school week had come to an end. But you had nothing better to do. Well, you were invited to a kegger by your friends, which you were seriously considering going to since you already knew the material and didn’t know what to do now. But you were unsure about parties. One goes to have fun, right? But fun usually means getting drunk, high or hooking up. And you weren’t about to do any of them. But you figured it wouldn’t hurt to put in practice your socializing skills.

You told your parents you were going out for the night. They looked at you oddly, but didn’t say anything, only wishing you had a good time, telling you to be safe and to call once you got there, once you were on your way back and if something came up. Of course, they also asked who you were gonna be with, where were you gonna be, if someone was going to pick you up, who would bring you home. The whole interrogation.

After taking a shower and dressing up, you called your friends hoping someone could give you a ride. Luckily for you, your best friend hadn’t arrived yet and was close by. He was always late for everything so you kind of figured that’s how it would be.

“Hey pretty lady.” , he smirked at you as you got on the bike behind him, arms around his torso, “What made you change your mind?”

“Got bored.”, you answered simply.

“That 's weird. You're not one to get bored. But guess we’re actually having fun tonight so let ‘s go!” he answered, hyped as ever, you chuckled as he drove off to the beach.

You lost sight of him as soon as you stepped on the beach. And that's on having fun tonight together, huh. “So, now what?” You asked yourself looking around for some familiar faces. You managed to spot some of your friends among the crowd but they seemed to be having fun engaged in conversation and you didn’t want to burden them. Yeah you had just arrived and you already were starting to regret coming, and being surrounded by a squirming crowd, all dancing and moving around wasn’t helping. You made a haste turn and gasped when you felt something spill over your top.

“Oh dammit.” The boy cried over the spilled drinks. Some had gotten on his T-shirt too. “I mean shit, I’m sorry dude. It was kinda your fault too though.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile as you looked up. “Oh shit. Sorry Y/N.”

“You’re great with apologies, Maybank.” He smiled back, but he grimaced seeing your ruined shirt. You noticed and looked down, the thin fabric of your blouse letting into view your bra. You crossed your arms over your chest trying to make it better, looking up at him again and smiling awkwardly to try and hide your embarrassment. But he could make out your flushed cheeks and your discomfort. He felt his own cheeks get warmer at the fact you caught him staring and that you crossing your arms definitely didn’t help.

“I try my best. Care for a drink?” He offered you the one cup that didn’t spill over you. You scrunched your nose and nodded your head hesitantly, reaching for it. “Actually, can you wait here for a sec.?” You nodded again and there he left you, looking around awkwardly waiting for him to get back. You looked at your drink, swirling the liquid in the cup, questioning if you should drink it. You had never drinked before. And you were alone, well, JJ was with you but you didn’t know if he was actually coming back or if he had just grabbed the opportunity to spare you from your embarrassment. You took a sip, making a face - there goes the no drinking thing you were talking about- and you saw JJ approach, eyes squinted looking for someone. He spotted you and smiled as he came to a stop in front of you, holding a drink and a sweatshirt. He offered the sweatshirt to you “Here.”

“Oh, um, thanks.” He held your drink as you put his sweatshirt on. It was like two sizes bigger. You extended your arms making a silly pose and he approved, making you do a little spin.

“Never seen you around one of these before. Didn’t think it was something you liked.” He started walking, you by his side.

“I actually don’t like it. You just bumped into me right when I started to panic about being here.” You said jokingly although it was actually the truth. JJ let out a laugh. “But I thought I might do something different tonight. Get out of the comfort zone, you know?”

“And how’s that going?” He questioned, you could see a smile hidden by the rim of his cup. You smiled.

“Not bad. I’m actually talking with someone, I had my first drink…” You said, and downed the last of said drink. “Not a fan of them to be honest.” you made a face and blinked a few times, not liking the taste.

“No way.” He said incredulously. You nodded, letting out an affirmative sound. “ What would people think of me for corrupting Y/N Y/L/N?”

“So bad of you.” you played along. “Nah, it’s just one drink. As long as you drink moderately it’s fine. Also I could’ve refused, so you’re not corrupting me.” You shrugged, then widened your eyes because of all your blabbering. “I went too deep on that joke. I'm sorry.” You smiled nervously, smoothing your hair. He just laughed.

“That ‘s fine. You have no idea how much shit I can talk. My friends are shutting me up all the time. Wait- Not that you were talking shit- Oh God.” It was your turn to laugh about how conflicted he looked. He smiled and calmed down seeing that you didn’t take it wrong.

There was a beat of silence before he spoke up again, “So… You wanna go somewhere more quiet?” The question caught you off guard. He sensed your hesitation and rushed to explain. “I mean, since you don’t really like parties. Thought you might want to head over to somewhere else? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. “

You nodded, “Wait, but what about you? I don’t wanna make you leave.” you worried

He brushed it off. “There’s always more of these.”

So you both went further down the beach, the sounds from the party heard from a distance. You sat down and saw him take out something from his pockets. “Do you mind if I burn one?” You shook your head. He lighted it up and took a hit, slowly letting the smoke out after. You caught yourself staring, and he also caught you, showing you a smirk, “You probably haven’t smoked before either, right?” He said mockingly. You pushed him jokingly, then overthinking about if you weren’t getting too confident around him. You hadn’t spoken more than a couple times before.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Such a good girl.” he cooed, “I shouldn’t be the one to make you drink and smoke in the same night but, who’s better than me?” He offered you the blunt.

“Yeah right.” you answered sarcastically, and once again hesitated but took it from his hand - there goes the “no smoking”. The same night, in less than an hour. You just need to hook up with someone and you shall check out your To-Not-Do-But-Do List-. You looked at it and proceeded to put it in your mouth.

“Easy there.” He warned as you inhaled the smoke. You coughed it out, laughing as he caressed your back, trying to ease you.

“Whoah.” you blinked a few times as you tried to get used to it. And that's how you spent the rest of the night there talking and smoking. Usually you had trouble making conversation but with the help of the alcohol and weed you were more easy going tonight, mostly talking nonsense and laughing at everything, which had JJ glancing at you with an amused smile. “Yeah, she definitely had never smoked before.” He saw as you scrunched your nose, suddenly, and smelled his sweatshirt that you were wearing. “I smell like weed.” You said, disgusted. Apparently, you forgot you were smoking. “And I’m wearing a boy’s sweatshirt.” Your eyes widened as you lifted your arms and looked at the sleeves of his sweatshirt as they dangled when you moved them around. “My parents are gonna kill me. Twice!” You cackled almost hysterically, which made JJ burst in laughter too at the sight of you.

It was a little past midnight and after running out of energy, you had fallen asleep profoundly, leaning over JJ, your head resting on his shoulder. He didn't bother to wake you up at first, being very comfortable with how you two were. But then he almost fell asleep too and it was pretty late so he gently tried to shove you awake. “Y/N.” you grunted, and tried to ignore him. “Y/N we have to go. It 's late. Don’t wanna fall asleep here for some creep to come and kill us.”

“You can fight them.” you mumbled. “You look like a very brave courageous prince.”

“Do I now?” He looked at you, trying to hold back a smile. “Yeah this prince you’re talking about is lacking money. And sleep. So let 's go.” He helped you stand up. You made eye contact with him and your eyes widened. “What now?” he questioned, amused.

“Your eyes are very pretty.”

“Oh you’re gonna make me blush. C’mon, I can give you a piggyback ride until we meet with John B.” In fact, he did blush a little by the intensity of your gaze. Not that you would notice being as you were right now. You fell asleep again almost immediately once on his back, your head resting on top of his. He almost dropped you when you got too relaxed and your grip around his shoulders got a little too loose. He hoped John B hadn’t left. He didn't feel like walking all the way to the château. He figured you’ll stay with them. He didn't know where you lived and even if he did he wasn’t about to drop you off high out of your mind.

“Hey, I was looking all over for you. Kie and Pope already left.” John B started as he looked at your sleeping figure being carried by his friend, his curious eyes making the question for him already but he spoke nevertheless, “You’ve been with her all this time?”

“Yeah. She’s out like a light. And she doesn’t look like it but she’s starting to feel heavy so let’s get to the Twinkie. Also, have you seen my backpack? I thought I left it around here." He started to make his way to the van, John B keeping his pace.

“ Yeah, I grabbed it when I started looking around for you." He said before saying what he really wanted to say at that moment, "Listen, man, I know you… Are JJ, " He missed the puzzled look JJ was giving him, "Like the JJ Maybank. Big time player. But Y/N. Out of all people? How did you even get with her? We actually know her and it would suck to hurt her feelings.”John B kept going, just astounded with how far JJ could go.

“We didn’t do anything of whatever you’re imagining.” JJ squinted his eyes at him. “I bumped into her and we stayed together after that, we chatted, drinked, smoked a little…”

“You let her smoke? Since when does she smoke?”

“Since today man, I don’t know. And it’s not like I forced her to do it. She can make her own decisions. Also she was with me so it’s not like something would have happened to her.” John B raised a brow, “At least nothing that she didn't want.” He opened the sliding door of the van. “Just help me out, dude. Geez, you’re supposed to be my best friend bro. Wouldn’t hurt to show a little trust.”

“Precisely because I am your best friend is why I care about it.” He helped JJ get you inside of the van.

“If someone was looking at us they would say we’re kidnapping her.” John B stated as he made his way to the driver’s seat and started the Twinkie. JJ took a seat, while you laid there sleeping, your head resting on his lap. He made sure you wouldn’t move and smack your face with the van or fall to the floor. When they arrived at the Château, they both helped you out of the van and got you inside the house. JJ went to bother a sleeping Kie, asking her to help you get changed out of your clothes, though he thought you looked cute with his sweatshirt on.

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You woke up, slightly disoriented but well rested. The smell of food reached your senses. Stretching, you looked around and saw you were sleeping next to Kiara Carrera. How the hell did you get there?

“Goodmorning.” she said, startling you.

“Good- Morning?” You stared at her. Kie saw the confusion in your expression and smiled. Teasing a little wouldn’t hurt anyone.

“Did you enjoy last night?” Kie asked, and purposely got a bit closer, looking at your lips.

“What?”

“You don’t remember?” she clicked her tongue. “That’s a shame though.”

“What? No! No. I do remember.” Kie raised a brow, “ No, I was with JJ-” you stopped yourself, “Not! Not in a sexual way.” You rushed to explain. Sheepishly, fidgeting with your hands, you looked up at her again. “Did we really…” God,I thought I was straight. I mean, I am straight. Kie is really pretty though. God you just had sex for the first time and you don’t even remember, you shook your head to stop the nonsense that were your thoughts at the moment.

At that point, Kiara couldn’t hold it anymore and started laughing at the conflict you were having in your head, your troubled state written all over your face.

“You two! Come and get breakfast before we eat all of it. And Kie, stop messing with Y/N.” You heard John B and JJ shout from the kitchen. You were really hungry, now that they mentioned food. And it smelled really nice earlier. You both got up and went to the dinner table, where you found JJ fixing up a plate for you. He motioned for you to sit. “Goodmorning.” He said, giving you a smile. “You good?”

Nervously, you greeted him back, nodding. You probably made some trouble for them last night, especially for JJ. You all sat at the table, chatting and recalling stuff from last night. Guess you still were straight, and didn’t hook up with Kie. She was just taking advantage of you not being able to process anything too well before eleven in the morning and making fun of you. You were enjoying yourself but,

“I should be going home.” you said, excusing yourself.

“I can go with you. Also, your phone went off a few times this morning while you were sleeping.” JJ mentioned casually as he stood up after you.

“You don’t have to do that.” You told him but he brushed you off, saying it was no problem. “Oh my God, my phone! I mean, my parents! They’re totally gonna kill me!” The other two held their laughter towards your distressed face and JJ grimaced as he motioned for you to follow him and you went to the room he always stayed in. He gestured towards your clothes and your phone. He had washed your clothes earlier after he woke up. When you looked at your phone’s screen, you saw all the missed calls you had from your mom, your dad, even your brother. Your stomach dropped.

“You didn’t tell them you were going out?” JJ asked.

“I did! I just never said I was going to stay at someone else’s place!” As if on cue, your phone went off again. You both looked at each other and you answered, already grimacing at what was coming.

“Hey ma’.”

JJ frowned, your voice sounded different for a moment. Then he heard a loud voice from the other end of the call, most likely your mom’s. He couldn’t make out what she was saying because it was in Spanish? and she was talking way too fast in a hysterical tone. He looked curiously as he heard you both.

“¡No! Mami estoy bien. Es que se hizo tarde y me quedé en casa de Kiara.” You lied, saying you stayed over at Kie’s as your mom asked you who the hell was Kiara. “Una amiga, ma. Perdón que no dije nada. Ya voy para allá. Sí, sí, bye.” You sighed. “I’m grounded.” you fake smiled and looked over at JJ. He gave you an apologetic look. “Well I don’t really go out much.” You laughed nervously. “I should go. I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused you guys.”

“Yeah, yeah, no I mean, not at all.” JJ answered awkwardly, a hand brushing his hair back as he smiled at you nervously.

They let you take a shower and change back to your clothes before making your way out. You thanked them, and both you and JJ made your way out of the château and back to your house. You decided to walk, since it wasn’t too far. You stopped a couple houses before yours, telling JJ that going back after staying out the night without telling anybody and coming back home with a boy was just you asking to get yourself killed. He laughed, telling you that he understood.

“I have no problem introducing myself to them. Since I am indeed very brave and courageous and all.” He teased, trying to see if you remembered what you said to him last night. You did remember, but did your best to play it off as if you didn’t, feeling kinda embarrassed. He laughed it off when you looked at him as if you didn’t know what he was talking about, a little hurt but he wouldn't make a big deal about it. You were high as a kite anyways. “Forget it.” he finished with a sigh. “See you around?” He asked, hopeful

“Sure. See ya around.” You gave him a hug, then started to make the rest of your way back to your house. You turned to look at him once more and gave him a smile and a small wave. He smiled and waved back. It would be hard to take that smile off his face for the rest of the day.

#obx fanfiction #obx #obx jj #obx jj x reader #obx jj maybank #jj maybank

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carpememes · 2 years

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Assorted Muyskerm Starters

“I don’t want any of whatever you’re talking about.”

“Where am you?”

“It’s fine, I’m fine. This is fine!”

“Oh, hey look. A guy.”

“Please stop calling me chungle!”

“Three guys were kicking this asshole.”

“That’s really easy to do! You do it all the time!”

“The bit was that we were gonna NOT do that.”

“What’s happening?! Why is that happening?!”

“We wanna do explosions or nah?”

“Ah! I’m closing the door! I changed my mind!”

“What are we supposed to do about the floor zombie?!”

“OH GOD, HE’S COMING INSIDE”

“Man, you guys suck at Uno.”

“Oh wow. Oh no. Woe is you.”

“Yes continue to expound on your wealth of knowledge.”

“I don't have anything, man. I’m dried up!”

“You have to say actually nice things not passive aggressive nice things.”

“I don't know what this means but I'm excited!”

“YOU RIGHT!!”

“If I’m just annoying enough you’ll just let me do it?”

“I’ll give you all my money for Boardwalk.”

“I’m 100% confident that this strategy works.”

“The little symbols confuse me!”

“I will trade you three Railroads for Boardwalk.”

“Thank you for minimizing the price I had to pay on that.”

“Jail’s kinda the place to chill right now.”

“You were a moderately bad sport pretty much the entire time.”

“I’m losing my optimism already.”

“I am sorry.... That your stupid naming system offended me.”

“I bet we HAVE to fight him at some point.”

“I made that up, it’s not real.”

“It’s a bit. ‘Yes and’ Please. Please.”

“Eat. A. Giant. Pile. Of. Shut the fuck up.”

“You guys playing uno over there?”

“I’ve used all my tricks. I have nothing left.”

“Well?? Give me the money then!”

“Look at that shit. You see that shit. That’s some good shit.”

“Really hard to be low key about that.”

“Don’t make me laugh, I’m trying to be brooding.”

“It’s not that hard to be a negative piece of shit about something, but this is really, like...”

“If I had to guess I would say that right there might be a problem.”

“Where do I shoot my sniper rifle?”

“I’m in the hole, bitches!”

“You know what? I appreciate you trying so hard to cheer me up. You’re really putting it on. It’s too much!”

“I’ll hide up here and stay alive.”

“Holy sweet Jesus! Look at these Tony Hawk skills!”

“I know you’re not sad, you monster.”

“We’re gonna go stealth, boys.”

“You don’t want the fire to be prepared. You wanna sneak up on the fire.”

“Let me just test something...”

“Make him go to jail. I command it.”

“Arbitrary! It’s all arbitrary!”

“I think the game’s about to start ending...”

“I’ve seen the path. It’s very narrow but I have skinny feet!”

“I am only behind if you measure by who is currently winning!"

“Oh, friend, you came to visit me! Do you have any food?”

“You’re out in the real world now, mother fucker!”

“Oh how sweet it tastes. Oh how the tables have indeed turned!”

“So, what? Do we yell and run at it?”

“I wish I had poor people!”

“LIGHTS OFF! LIGHTS OFF! LIGHTS OFF!”

“Are we safe or what now??”

“if you keep killing it, eventually it’ll reincarnate into an acceptable form.”

“I could just stand here with my hammer and go ‘STAY OUT. YOU CAN’T COME IN’.”

“As many as five. Or more! Who knows? Sources can be inaccurate.”

“I just heard screams in the distance. Always good.”

“You’re stupid and stinky and bad at games!”

“That’s definitely true. We should trust [Name]’s judgement on this one.”

“What do we mean ‘let them sleep’? Stab them while they sleep.”

“We all look really excited to go ghost hunting.”

“It’s heckin’ windy out here, boys.”

“Did you get my cup messages?”

“I know ghosts, and that was basically a mating call for ghosts.”

“This is the weirdest ghost. I’ve never had one act like this before.”

“Oh, hey! I’m beautiful, what’s up?”

“Go for it. Fight each other.”

“We should go in the hole! They’re coming!”

“Hey, guys, I think we have a visitor at home?”

“Whoever built these stairs sucks a big ass.”

“I’m not saying it was me or not me but...”

“Oooh. Buttery smooth! As if it was invented by some kind of genius person.”

“Nine days later and the engineering project to build one small bridge from one side of one narrow river to the other is finally complete!”

“Dude, house boat! I have a new dream!”

“I can’t believe we couldn’t just run it over.”

“IT’S MY BIRTHDAAAYY”

#An assorted collection of starters from the funniest person in the markiplier cinematic univeerse #sentence starters #would have more but... this was getting long

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maybankiara · 3 years

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TELL ME, IS IT WORTH IT?

pairing: JJ Maybank x Pope Heyward

summary: Pope proposes, JJ panics, and now he’s trying to explain why he said no (and why he shouldn’t have done it.)

w/c: 3.7k

a/n: angst with a happy ending, ignore all the typos bc this is entirely unedited (i might edit in the future)

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It’s really unfair that when someone’s life falls apart, the world itself doesn’t. JJ thinks it should. It should be raining knives, hailing bullets, volcanoes should be exploding and the ground shaking shouldn’t be just his personal experience of reality.

But it’s not even a moderately hot day. It’s breezy, it’s perfect, and it’s one of the nicest days of the fucking whole year.

JJ hates it.

The Chateau has only got John B and Kiara under its roof when he barges in, teeth gripping on the cap of a beer bottle. ‘Don’t ask,’ he states, then drops in the empty space between the two on the couch. His legs find their home on the coffee table and he nearly downs the bottle. Burps. Sighs, dramatically.

He knows they’re exchanging glances, but he chooses to ignore it.

Kie’s consoling hand lands on his shoulder. ‘What ha—’

‘Pope asked me to marry him,’ he says, ‘and I said no. And I also said I think it’s never going to happen.’

John B should’ve made a dumb comment. Kie should’ve made a sarcastic remark. But they didn’t, and they won’t, because JJ feels the gravity of the situation weighting down his lungs. (It feels like being torn up inside out, like his heart is chewing on itself out of anger, or sadness, or betrayal. It feels like the moment when your heart skips a beat and you think this is it, this is how I die, except you don’t; except you’re stuck in that moment forever.)

JJ burps. It chips at the silence, but it doesn’t break it. Kie’s hand on his shoulder is frozen and the distance between him and John B seems like an ocean.

‘Yeah,’ says JJ. ‘I don’t think that was what he expected.’

A sigh comes from Kie, but he doesn’t look. ‘When was this?’

‘About twenty minutes ago. I drove straight here.’

‘Drunk?’ asks John B.

‘Does it matter? I’m here now. Safe and sound.’ He lets out a dry chuckle before he can stop himself, and shakes his head. ‘Physically, anyway.’

‘You’re not drunk,’ says Kie. It sounds a little like a scoff, so JJ looks at her, but he can’t figure out what her face is saying. Tight lips scream anger, but her eyes are soft as ever, maybe a little concerned. She glances between him and John B with one of her eyebrows slightly raised. ‘He’s a heartbroken idiot, but not drunk.’

‘Ah. Understandable. Should I—’

‘You know what being a heartbroken idiot means.’ Kie pushes herself off the couch and when JJ glances at his other friend, John B’s just as confused as he is. ‘I know a thing or two about getting your heart broken for a dumb reason. You two sort that out, and I’ll make sure Pope’s okay. Let me know when you’ve knocked some sense into him.’

Before either of the boys manage to comprehend her words, she’s out the door. The Kie-shaped void on JJ’s left side feels a little odd, so he pushes himself into that side of the couch. The beer is bitter at the back of his throat; he wishes some music would be playing.

John B calls his name, so JJ looks at him. He’s giving him the puppy eyes, trying to get him to talk, and it’s because neither of them really know how to start. (Their affection is physical, not verbal. Kie’s the one who’s good at that. Pope is—)

‘Did you panic?’ asks John B.

JJ shakes his head. ‘Don’t think so. Not until after I’ve said it, anyway.’

‘So what happened?’

There’s a pause, JJ feels his brow furrow, and then: ‘I don’t know.’

‘…you don’t know?’

‘No.’

‘So you panicked.’

‘No, I didn’t, it’s—’ With a sigh, JJ accepts the momentary defeat. He glances over and sees John B’s signature stare full of indecipherable intent, but nothing less than pure kindness. They’ve had their bumps, but they always came out on top. It’s the pogue way. Even if John B wears that stupid bandanna around his neck well into his married life of his late twenties. ‘I knew the answer was no.’

It’s John B’s turn to frown. ‘You’ve thought about it?’

‘No, I just knew. Like you know the ocean is salty.’

‘You know that because you’ve tasted it before,’ counters John B. ‘I doubt you’ve been proposed to before.’

‘I could’ve been!’

All John B offers is a long stare yet that is enough. He’s older by only a few months, but he’s also married and didn’t say no to the proposal (granted, it was him proposing to Sarah, but still) and kind of has got his life together. He’s still JJ’s dumb older brother, but he knows something JJ doesn’t.

‘How did you know you wanted to marry Sarah?’

‘Are you reconsidering your answer?’

‘No, I just—’ JJ sighs again and tries to wish another bottle into appearing in his hand. Doesn’t work. Probably for the better. He just leans his head back on the couch and stares at the ceiling, connecting the dots in his mind. ‘I don’t know what I’m doing. I just want you to tell me how you knew.’

He hears shuffling, and then feels John B’s feet in his lap. (He’s not going to comment on the boat shoes. There’s been enough deflecting. He’s got to listen, because Pope is threatening to burst into the forefront of his mind any second now.)

John B gives out the deep, heavy sigh that only comes with a slight aah whenever he’s about to tell a story. ‘When we were young, she made everything come alive. Everything looked brighter and clearer, and it was like I could finally breathe with the entirety of my lungs.’

JJ closes his eyes, trying not to gag. ‘Bro. I’m not listening to that.’

‘But that’s how I knew!’ He could just hear the grouch in his friend’s voice and now he’s threading the fine line between laughing and gagging. ‘Seriously, JJ, you asked. I don’t— I don’t know what to say. I don’t think you’re taking this seriously enough.’

‘I am.’

‘No, you’re not. You’re deflecting.’

‘Big word.’

‘See?’ John B scrunches his nose, shaking his head. His thumb and index finger grip the bridge of his nose. ‘I know you’re confused. And scared. I know you panicked when Pope asked, but I don’t think you understand how horrible is the thing you’ve done.’

‘It’s not like I broke his heart,’ scoffs JJ, but the words are flat and his heart skips another beat. He doesn’t need to look at John B to knows he’s got his head in his hands. ‘C’mon, it’s Pope. He’s tougher than he looks.’

‘Yes, but he proposed, JJ. He asked to spend the rest of his life with you and you said no!’

‘I didn’t say no to that!’ JJ flings himself off the couch and now he’s pacing around the living room of the Chateau, marching circles around the coffee table. His forehead is pulsating; he’s probably having a heart attack. That’d explain a lot. ‘I said no to getting married.’

‘That’s the same thing.’

‘It isn’t.’

‘It is.’

‘It really isn’t, John B,’ he spits out. Christ, he’s getting hot. Is that his blood boiling? ‘Marriage is… It’s taxes. It’s prenups. It’s joint bank accounts, it’s added tension, it’s fucked up. Half of the marriages don’t even last.’

(Pope’s always talked about getting married. When gay marriage was legalised, before they were together, before they were out of the closet, even then he was openly delighted about it. He’s been talking about the two of them getting married for a while now, or at least hinting at it.

He should’ve expected it. It didn’t come out of the blue. He saw the signs, just ignored them, because… because…)

‘If you’re scared marriage is going to ruin your relationship, JJ, I’ll have you know you’ve already done that yourself.’

This is about the point where everything just… It comes crashing down. The world does end the way JJ wanted it to.

He feels himself growing very, very still, like when he was younger and his father raised a hand. He feels his breath halting in his throat and ears tuning out all sound, repeating John B’s words over and over until the echo became the echo of itself. He could feel the ground opening beneath him despite not moving an inch.

When gravity drags you down to earth, your rose-tinted glasses shatter like porcelain.

He sees Pope’s face of shock, then laughter, then embarrassment and betrayal at once, once he’s realised JJ isn’t joking. He sees him get up from his knees, hands shaking as JJ fumbles over his words, unable to find an explanation or an excuse. He feels cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, blood turning to ice in his hands. He sees his mum leaving, his dad’s hand raised; he sees people arguing and JJ wants to cover his ears. He sees himself, alone, alone, alone.

And he sees Pope turning his back to him. Quietly. He doesn’t even argue back. Just takes the no and i’m sorry, i can’t do this, it’s never going to happen, not like this and doesn’t say a word. Just walks away.

It’d be easier if he screamed at JJ. At least he’d know how to deal with that.

Pope’s heartbreak is the quiet kind, the one that doesn’t ask for attention, just the opposite. Usually JJ’s there to hold his hand, to sit by his side until Pope’s ready to talk about it, or be somewhere around, far enough so that Pope deals with things himself, but close enough so that he’s there if he’s needed. He’s never been the reason for the quiet.

Fire replaces the ice. JJ feels like the sun itself is tearing him open.

‘Shit,’ he says. ‘Fuck.’ Then raises his eyes until he meets John B’s, blurry and barely visible. ‘I fucked up.’

He doesn’t realise he’s shaking until his knees buckle under his weight and he stumbles to find his footing. John B shoots from the couch and pulls him into a hug, wrapping his arms around him so tight JJ couldn’t have escaped if he wanted to. He didn’t. He wanted to be held, even if by a friend.

He doesn’t sob because the sob gets caught in his throat, too, but he lets out a cough that says all the same. ‘It would’ve been easier if you yelled at me.’

‘I know.’ John B pats his back, letting JJ rest his weight unto him. ‘Pope will understand. That’s why Kie went to talk to him. As long as you realise you’re hurting everyone by being an idiot, you can make it better.’

‘I thought—’ He stops, because his words get fumbled again, and now he’s pressing his eyes into his friend’s shoulder like he’s all he’s got. ‘I don’t want to hurt anyone again.’

‘You’re not going to, okay? Just… Marriage is not all taxes, and you gotta understand that. It’s about knowing that if they get hurt, you’ll be allowed to see them. That you can get a house together, that you can look after each other if something goes wrong. That what you have is there to stay. Think of it as a promise.’

JJ snorts, but he doesn’t let go. ‘I don’t do well with people promising things to me.’

‘Then promise it to yourself,’ counters John B. The way he puts it makes it sound it’s as easy as breathing – JJ wishes he could feel the same. ‘Promise to stay with him. Promise to be around if something bad happens, but if something good happens, too. That’s what marriage is.’

‘I already promised that,’ he says. ‘His future and mine are the same.’

‘Then what’s the problem? Marriage is just making it legal. Making it formal. When what you have is honest and true, it doesn’t change anything. It just makes things better.’

JJ pulls out, feeling confident he can stand on his own two feet. He still feels a little lightheaded, but the thought of Pope possibly thinking that spending the rest of their lives together is the last thing JJ would want… That is the last thing JJ would want. Pope hurting because of him.

JJ can’t afford to be scared anymore; living a life half-way ready to run is not living.

He checks his phone; it must’ve chimed at some point because there’s texts from Kie, telling him where she is with Pope. His heart skips another beat, and at this point he thinks he could have enough heartbeats for a whole new person just from the ones he missed.

He’s not dying today. He’s not dying before he gets to live the future he’s almost ripped out of his own hands.

When he looks up at John B, he feels the hint of a weary smile on his lips. ‘I think I’ve got a promise to make.’

—

It shouldn’t be a surprise JJ finds them at the Boneyard, yet it’s still quite odd to see the scenario he’s seen a million times – Kie sitting next to the sea with her feet dipped into water as her fingers splash at the waves just about reaching her, and Pope… Pope sitting on the half-dunked log that’s been here forever, with his feet bare but not quite touching the water. His head is hung low and JJ can see the strain in his shoulders even from halfway across the beach; the cap is sitting on his lap, unused, despite the sun high above their heads.

The sight tugs at his heart and he falters in his step, but John B’s firm hand on his back encourages him forward. JJ gives a slight nod; he’s not giving up on the courage.

It’s Pope who notices them first and he stiffens even more; JJ sees Kie pat his knee before turning around and waving at them, then saying something to Pope. JJ wishes the wind would carry her words to him – is it encouragement or telling Pope he’s better off without someone who panics and refuses the one thing they’ve always longed for?

‘Don’t.’ John B pats him on the back. ‘I see you doing your dumb thought thing.’

JJ opens his mouth to say something, but whatever it was that he meant to say, it’s gone forever. All he can do is try and keep his shoulders from slumping and hands from forming fists; he can’t allow himself to be angry at the world, or himself.

The sand creaks underneath his feet. He hates it in this moment, because it makes him aware of every step he’s got to take to get to Pope, and the steps drag into eternity.

Pope locks their eyes. JJ tries figuring him out, but he’s too far, and Pope’s too guarded.

(Not against me, Pope. Please. Not against me.)

When they get there, JJ feels like fainting, but he sets his foot firmly on the ground. He’s not escaping.

‘Hey,’ greets Kie, and John B returns the greeting. The feuded lovers stay silent, just taking each other in.

(JJ always wished he could paint. The lines of Pope’s face are shaped as if they were meant to withstand centuries instead of being washed away with age. He wishes he could offer to Pope more than just… himself.

He’s talked about this with Pope before, though. Feeling inferior to his boyfriend was always going to be JJ’s Achilles’ heel, yet he didn’t think it would come to this. He made another promise, ages ago – to try to see himself the way Pope sees him. The way other people see him.

To believe in himself the way he believes in other people, for once.)

The silence is heavy, but JJ forces himself to not see it that way. Instead, he looks over to Kie, to John B, and says: ‘Can you guys give us a second?’

There’s nods and then they’re off, with nothing between the couple aside from waves crashing into the shore. Pope’s head is hung and shoulders slumped, and he’s sitting on this log with one foot pulled up and resting on it, the other hanging in the water now. JJ’s fingers ache to reach across for his, but he tells himself it’s not the time.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says. ‘Marriage scares me. I don’t know one that worked out, aside from John B and Sarah. I was raised to be on my own. Marriage means not being alone and that scared me, until I realised that… I haven’t been alone for a while now. The pogues, you… Nobody’s going anywhere. And if marriage is just a way to promise to you that I’m not going anywhere, either, and if it means so much to you, then I say let’s do it. I got scared, but never for a second did a life without you cross my mind. It’s — That’s my nightmare, Pope. Your future and mine are the same. Where you go, I follow. That’s the way things are.’

For a long time, it was JJ trying to come to terms with loving Pope – then it was Pope coming to terms with loving JJ. They’ve always loved each other, in a way, without quite saying it. It has never been the kind of love that is shouted from the rooftops – it’s the helping hand, the whispers of i got this, or you’re not alone in this, or i wish you could see yourself the way i see you. It’s the kind of love that’s etched into the air around them, existing as a part of themselves rather than something external. They’ve grown into it, shaped their lives around it.

It’s always been the beach for them. Their first kiss when they were seventeen, their first fight, their first promise to stick together through thick and thin. Every time something happened, something that mattered, etched itself into the back of JJ’s mind like the sound of his mother’s voice, it was always accompanied by the sound of waves on the shore; by the wind howling over the bay. It was always people chatting in the distance, or some music playing from a half-working speaker. It was always them, in the midst of other people’s lives.

Pope proposed in their flat.

When JJ drops to his knees, he doesn’t do his dumb thought thing. He doesn’t even think about it – for once, his gut isn’t telling him to run, but stay. ‘Pope Heyward.’

‘JJ—’

‘Can you let me do this?’ asks JJ. He laughs a little, shakes his head, and tries not to think about how ridiculous this looks. ‘I know I already had a monologue, but I don’t think I got my point across.’

Pope shakes his head, too; he isn’t smiling, but his eyes aren’t as strained anymore. ‘It’s okay, you don’t have to—’

‘I want to. I want this, okay? I want you to hear it.’

He can see Pope’s Adam’s apple bob, and he can see his shoulders slump in a relaxed way. The lines around his eyes soften and his lips nearly turn upwards, just a little bit. A little twitch is enough to shoot electricity to JJ’s heart.

‘Pope, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life saying it to you. You’re my best friend, my boyfriend, and my fiancee, if you’ll have me after the shit I pulled today. Husband, then. Father of your children, because I know it’s what you’ve always wanted, and I want it, too. Whatever you’ll be, I’ll be by your side. It’s all I want. No matter what our status is, we’re always Pope and JJ. We’re always just us. And I really haven’t thought out what I’d say next because—’

Pope’s lips crash into JJ’s, his hands grasping at JJ’s face, and world pulls itself together again. When they part their foreheads lean against one another, and he can feel Pope’s breath on his lips, and he feels his hands burning on the small of Pope’s back, and he can breathe and breathe and breathe like his lungs have never worked properly before.

(He understands John B now. Not like he’d ever admit it to him.)

He lets out a chuckle, and then he’s kissing Pope again – a small, chaste kiss, just to feel the softness of the touch. His fingers grip the back of Pope’s flannel and he’s laughing into the kiss.

‘You’re an idiot,’ says Pope. ‘I should break up with you.’

‘Can’t. I’m too irresistible.’

‘Shut up. You’re cheesy. That entire speech would put John B to shame.’

JJ shakes his head again and then his thumb is tracing the line of Pope’s jaw, eyes transfixed by his lips. He almost lost this. He almost gave up everything out of fear after promising to never doing it again. (He’s making a vow, this time. It holds more weight.) ‘You loved that speech.’

Pope rolls his eyes, in the way that tells JJ he’s right. ‘Kie told me you were freaking out at the Chateau.’

‘I was,’ admits JJ. What’s the point of holding back the truth? ‘I was freaked out of my mind. I thought I’d ruined everything.’

‘You forget how well I know you, JJ. I was hurt, but I knew you would come back. Old you would run, but Kie came and said you’re at the Chateau, and you wouldn’t have gone there if you meant to run.’

‘I couldn’t ever run from you.’

‘You better.’

JJ rolls his eyes at the teasing tone in Pope’s voice, then pulls him in for a hug. It’s not long until Pope buries his face in JJ’s shoulder, and JJ kisses the side of his head. ‘I do want to marry you, if you’ll have me.’

There’s a pause and JJ feels Pope chuckle against his neck, shivering a little. ‘What is it that you said? My future and yours are the same? That better be in your vows, John B.’

‘Shut up.’ JJ feels himself burning, neck up this time, and tries to laugh it off. ‘I get to be cheesy once.’

‘Just save it for the wedding. I’d like to hear it again.’

JJ angles his body so there’s some space between them; he doesn’t hesitate before planting another kiss on Pope’s lips, reveling in the ease of movement. This is what coming home feels like, and if this is what future has in store for him, who is he to complain?

#outer banks #obx #mayward #jjpope #mayward fic #jjpope fic #jj maybank #pope heyward #my fic #god a part of me adores this and another part hates it #if i don't post it in the first draft version i'll never post it #obx fic

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