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beef-dirky replied to your post: I’m sorry everyone. I’m just sorry. I don’t want...

Whatever it is, it’s okay. And we all love you too.

tardisanwater replied to your post: dorufuu replied to your post: I’m sorry everyone....

Adelle, you’re worrying me. Please, what’s going on?

I'm sorry guys. I'm just sorry. I don't want to talk. I will live. Don't bother worrying. I'm dumb. I'm sorry.

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DirkJake Collab

Part 1(written by Beef)

Their fingers were intertwined, though not quite in a friendly way. No, Jake’s ragged fingernails dug into his knuckles, his full weight pressing down onto his palms. The boy above him grunted and steadied himself on his knees. “Give up yet, Strider?” Dirk bared his teeth. No, of course he wasn’t going to give up. Jake wasn’t as big and strong as he thought he was. The blonde pulled a dick move, jabbing his boney knee right into the other’s lower stomach. English yelped and sagged, and Dirk quickly gained the upper hand by shoving Jake up and off of him. On his back, the brunette wheezed as his head cracked against the hardwood flooring of Dirk’s living room. “Shit,” Dirk muttered, settling beside him instead of his intended plan to sit on his chest and make him beg for mercy. “You okay?” Jake grimaced and rubbed the back of his sore head. “I believe so…” “Sorry, bro.” Jake offered him a toothy grin, tugging him down and wrapping him up in a hug. “It’s quite alright, chum! What’s a rumble without a few nicks and bruises?” Dirk rolled his eyes, lazily throwing an arm over his friend’s stomach. His head settled on his chest, forehead pressed to Jake’s warm cheek. They both were still trying to catch their breath, sweat dripping off their heated skin. Post-wrestling cuddles were quickly becoming a normal occurrence for them. “It’s too hot for this,” Dirk grumbled. “And you smell gross.” “I suppose I do. But you smell just about the same, Dirk.” He chuckled airily. “When’s your brother going to be home?” “Dunno. Soon.” Jake squeezed him again, laying a quick kiss to the top of his head. “I guess I should get going then, hm?” “Nah. You make for a nice pillow.”

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Part 2(written by me)

"If you insist," he replied seeming not to mind sticking around. Although Dirk's brother scared him witless he didn't want to leave his friend's side.

"And I do insist." Dirk closed his eyes and smiled contently to himself. It was relaxing, aside from the smell, to be cuddling up after a brawl. Feeling a yawn coming on he sat up and stretched his arms above him letting the yawn take full blow.

Gadzooks was that adorable, Jake was having a hard time not gushing over it. Sitting up himself he wrapped his arms around Dirk's stomach to pull him back. Dirk had let out a small noise of disapproval, and somewhat surprise, but made no attempt to squirm away. Jake rested his chin on Dirk's shoulder and nuzzled his neck affectionately. He responded by resting his head on Jake's.

A loud banging from the door slamming open startled both of the kids. Dirk seemed to shake as soon as the looming shadow crossed over them. "Dirk," the silhouette spit coldly.

"Y-yeah?" he responded timidly. Jake had never seem him so nervous; nervous enough to crack and stutter. The very idea that this man unnerved his friend this much made him filled with fear as well.

"To your room. Now," commanded the brother as his head slowly turned to face Jake. "And you, get out."

The welcoming aura of the room dropped, perhaps he should have left. He knew Dirk would get in trouble... but he had stayed anyways. It made him feel selfish and ashamed, but both were in the shadow of his fear.

"Bro, no! Why does he have to go?" Dirk implored with a tint of fear. "He didn't do anything wrong."

"I said go to your room, Dirk."

"No!"

"Dammit don't push me, kid! I told you to go now go." Bro seemed to only be getting more upset, but the way he was talking  slowly made it seem like he was a little fearful himself. But what of? Jake was becoming uncomfortable even sitting here.

"Why? So you can get drunker than aunt Roxy?" Dirk was dead set on not letting it go this time. There was still a hesitance to his words, as if he knew he shouldn't push his luck.

"What? That isn't it at all." There was a frustrated sigh, as if he was being strangled. "Look, if you want him to stay and be put in danger fine."

Both of them were taken aback. Harm? Dirk stopped completely for a minute, worry twitching at his lower lip. Jake didn't know what was going on, but he was starting to get that Bro didn't mean for either of them to get hurt and was just trying to help the best he could, even if it was starting to make things worse.

Bro tensed and turned to look at the window. "Look, either both of you leave and hide somewhere safe until I find you or you go in Dirk's room where you should be safe, okay?" He hadn't turned to face them but continued to watch the windows and door.

Speechless Dirk took Jake by the hand, squeezing it tightly, and helped him stand. Together they made their way to his room, unsure what any of this meant. Neither knew what the danger Bro had mentioned was, but that was nothing they needed to think about now.

Pulling Jake towards the bed Dirk bit his lip. "Well, guess you'll be stuck here. Sorry..." He wasn't sure what he had just dragged him into, but he was worried. There was a bitterness to the way he moved, regret.

"Hey Dirk, it's alright." Laying his free hand on his shoulder he offered his toothy grin once again. It wasn't working, Dirk looked more grim than he had ever seen him. "Come on, buck up. We'll both be just fine." The attempts were getting him nowhere at all.

"Let's just settle in, alright?" he whispered as he tugged Jake up onto the bed. "I'm thinking we'll be here for awhile." Jake followed suit and joined Dirk on the bed, curled up next to him. Without so much as another word Dirk matched the curve of Jake's body with his own.

It was then that they heard the clamor. Something was happening in the living room, something big. Guns were starting to go off, not pistols that was for sure. There was terrified screaming that made Dirk tense and shake. Jake did his best to comfort him, squeezing him close to his body, which was the least he could do.

Silence rang out when the scream stopped. No noise at all. The guns were no longer firing and the clashing noise, most likely swords, was gone. Was it over? Neither dared to move in fear that whatever it was would spot them. Luckily they didn't have to move. It was already coming their way.

Without question Jake found his pistols he always carried and Dirk grabbed the katana he kept at his bedside. Both of them clambered off the bed to face the door, shaking with fear. This was unusual for both of them but seeing Bro so upset and distressed had offset them.

The firing started up and the bullets began to eat away at the door. Dirk shouted something to Jake, but the other was unable to make sense of the sentence. Stepping back from the door Dirk looked for any possible escape. Before he could find a suitable hiding spot something hit him in the chest and knocked him back. Looking down he saw the blood drizzling from his side.

Before he could spot the source of the bullet another one pushed him into the wall. Sliding down as slowly as he could he rested a hand over the other wound, his shoulder. Gazing up, feeling faint, he saw a blurry figure loom over him. Two guns. Jake. Jake had shot him. But why? Opening his mouth to ask what this was about the barrel of a gun was thrust into his face.

"They'll think you dead. I don't want you to die, mate. These'll heal up nicely with care..." There was a pause. Jake seemed nervous, but so strong at the same time. "I didn't mean to drag you and your brother into this. I'm sorry Dirk, I'm so sorry." He rubbed tears away and turned from his friend. "I-I love you too much... I should have left." Wiping away the rest of his tears he left Dirk to pass out.

Leaping from the bedroom window he sailed into the night just as the men broke in. Dirk was already out cold and the men paid him no heed. Their target had escaped and they did not want to let him get too far without injury. Quickly evacuating the area one left a nice little present behind.

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Jake caught hold of a branch and slowly let each one soften his fall. Landing with a thud on the ground he looked back up at the apartment. He'd caused this mess. If only he hadn't played so dumb. Biting his lip he tried to force back the tears. Because of him he had killed Bro and had to shoot his own friend. Shaking his head he got to his feet.He had too little time to get going, he needed to bring the men away from the apartment.

A loud boom shook the ground beneath Jake. His eyes darted back to the apartment, eyes wide, as he witnessed the entire top three floors go up in flames. "No," he mouthed in disbelief. Dirk... was gone. He'd never see him again. He'd killed his best friend. Falling to his knees he continued to stare at the wreckage. Gone.

A click sounded behind him, the loading of a gun. "Your done boy, give up." Jake didn't even stand, the shock had caused him to be paralyzed. As the trigger was pulled the boy fell face fist into the ground. "It's all over," the voice muttered grimly as the crew left the scene.

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y/n

Do you guys want to see a silly quick collab of a fanfic that Beef-Dirky and I did? ;)

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I don't like happy endings.

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It'd been a long day at work, but both Dirk and Jake had managed to get home roughly the same time. Jake, having arrived a couple minutes prior, was nestled on the couch with the Olympics roaring on the television. As Dirk stumbled in and kicked off his shoes he joined his boyfriend. Without words they silently cuddled together, happy to be in each others comfort after such a grueling day. Dirk had been working with his brother and Roxy to run a bar. Jake on the other hand had become a history professor and usually had to deal with students all day. There was seldom time they were alone together and not tired as hell. In the silence, aside from the television, crept a shadow. A long dark shadow that was soon joined by three more. Each one was a different size and shape. Neither of the sleepyheads were aware of the growing silhouettes. Just as Dirk was readjusting to pull Jake closer pain seared through his entire body. Slowly he felt himself slipping away. Hearing laughing, deep horrible laughing, and a scream. The screaming voice kept calling his name as the shadows retreated. Their job was done. Leaving Jake with a lifeless body of the man he had been in love with.

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beef-dirky answered your question: Halp

why would you make me pick between tron and emperor’s new groove

I don't know?? That's my thoughts too! :'c I mean I haven't seen the other two in awhile so they were being considered but yeah... I can't make decisions?

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Don't Listen To Me Chapter 5

Phew! I wrote this all in a matter of ten minutes thanks to some inspiration. It's not as long as I had hoped but nevertheless here it is. c: I'll try not to leave a huge gap in this fanfic like I'm doing with the others... (i should be working on those but asksbadab)

Dave had spent a good amount of time in his room on the laptop Rose let him barrow. They were all plenty rich, but being rich didn’t help him if he couldn’t fix his voice. It was a lost cause but every once in awhile he’d find himself whistling, one of the very few things he could do to get people’s attention. Yes they always gave him a funny look but he didn’t mind. He could call a taxi cab if he needed to, but then he’d have to write the address down, always a downfall to everything. Despite the fact whistling got their attention quicker he avoided it for he liked to keep it a little secret. He had plenty of secrets, being unable to even talk it made things fifty times easier.

As he popped open pesterchum he noticed Rose was already logged on, she hardly cared if he hacked into it in the first place. With a smirk he pushed his sunglasses on the top of his head with a quick flourish of his hand he began to scroll through her contacts. There were always a couple he didn’t recognize, so he generally left them be. Not knowing the relationship meant things could end worse than usual. John was on. Biting down on his lip he realized that he must be home from church already.

Running his tongue across his lips to quickly wet them he stared at the chumhandle of his best bro for a good long minute. It couldn’t hurt to play it up that he was Rose. He wasn’t exactly the best at pretending to be his cousin, of sorts, but no matter it would be fun.  An idea struck him and let him crack a broad grin. This would be fun.

Before he could message John a little box popped up from Jade. Well, he didn’t care he’d just change targets. Glancing between the two handles he shrugged. He could always bother John another time. Considering the fact he’d already pestered him earlier this morning it would seem too soon, well it wouldn’t but he believed it would.

“rose rose rose :)” The message was soon accompanied by another. “listen to this!! you wont even believe what I just found out” Dave paused, almost feeling like he was intruding on something important here. Then again, if it was something Rose wanted to keep secret than she would have signed off. “dont even bother guessing either!! because youll never be able to guess XD” She certainly seemed to be in a good mood, her use of emoticons was emphasizing that enough as it was.

“Jade, I do implore you to tell me before your emoticons cover your entire speech.” That was something Rose would say, right? Of course. There didn’t seem too weird, yeah. He had this under control. He’d pick up the latest scoop from Jade and find out what little things Rose even talked about. There had to be some reason Jade was so excited.

“remember how i mentioned that johns dad and daves bro seem to know each other???” Dave’s stomach did a somersault, even he didn’t know that. How did Jade and Rose know and not him? The very thought made him twist inwardly. “well well apparently john said that bro wanted to plan something with his dad and coming to visit :) :D” Dave had to keep his cool, he couldn’t let loose that he wasn’t Rose. How would she respond to this? He couldn’t figure it out at all. He stared at the screen before he realized she was waiting for a response. “rosey! whats the big hold up?? D:” Without much of a pause to let him respond as Rose she continued. “umm well johns dad said i could come along with them!! 8D”

Yet again just as he was about to answer something prevented him from doing so. However, it wasn’t Jade. No. Rose had just walked in the room, a wide smirk on her face to show that she knew already. “So! Finally found out? I’m surprised John never told you to be honest, thought he’d tell you as soon as he could.” She sat on the edge of the desk and set her book down with a sigh of contentment. “They’ll find out sooner or later Dave,” she uttered in a more serious tone. “I don’t know as if waiting would be wise at this point.”

Dave grimaced, he knew she was right. Those two were his closest friends, not distance wise, other than Rose, who was more of a relative. She let him think about it while taking the laptop to continue the chat with Jade. A few minutes passed before she spoke again. “Oh, and you did a lovely job pretending to be me, sort of.” With a wink she hopped off the desk with her laptop and book in hand and left the room.

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Don't Listen To Me Chapter 4

It's been awhile since I've written Mute!Dave! I just need to get back on track with writing whenever I'm allowed so here. Beef, I am sorry for taking quite a bit. As for the other promised fics I'm trying. With so much going on I'm a bit... slow.

BTW boring chapter. :c

As soon as the door opened a pair of arms came swooping around his neck and a large fat kiss was planted on his cheek. “Well helo lil’ Davey,” cooed the completely drunken lady. Dave kept his stoic expression, with the shades he could just keep up his act and everything would be fine. Sometimes people though he was blind and deaf as well. No fun, but it was cool for pranks. “Gotcher bags all t’gether bud?” Lalonde asked as she stood to talk another drink from her glass.

How the hell had she managed to bring that without spilling a single drop? Sometimes he was amazed by what dumbass shenanigans his Bro and Aunt did. With a swift nod and turn of his heels he fetched his bags from his room. He wasn’t sure if he was happy to be leaving this lonely apartment or not, it was home after all. When Dave was younger he’d get so lonely he’d set off traps on purpose just so Bro would come home for a quick strife.

With a tiny smile to his aunt to say he was ready to get going. With a pat on the head Roxy turned and waved for Dave to come with. The trip down those flights of stairs was like any other day, long and sweaty. The halls did not have air conditioning at all and he was lugging a bag with him. Bro would just flash step down them like it was no big deal but Dave wasn’t too well versed in flash stepping. Well, at least not just yet.  There would come a day he’d learn, or he’d make his brother teach him.

At last they reached the car, a fancy pink Corolla. The Lalondes were quite rich and his aunt did have a thing for pink, Rose for purple. Dave tossed his luggage in the bag and climbed into the front seat. Funny thing about the shotgun position, he always lost it when they were playing the game. The pure thought of reminding himself about his little problem caused Dave to curl his hand into a tight fist. Realizing what he was doing, he lightly chewed at his lip and let the tightness melt away.

The ride was far from quiet, not that he’d ever expected it to be. As soon as they were on the road Aunt Roxy turned on the radio and cranked it. Screeching, mind you it was not singing, ensued to the horrible pop music. How this was music was a wonder and how anyone could even survive her screeching was another miracle. Yet every time he managed, at least Rose could sympathize.

The only thing Dave had to distract him was the scenery and his shades, rather than playing with the bottom of his shirt like a fool. Watching the cityscape slowly turn to the countryside was not exactly the most captivating thing, especially when he had seen it a million times before.  This meant, he’d have to suffer through with the screeching until they arrived at the Lalonde Mansion.

To his dismay the time passed slower than seemed possible, but Dave wasn’t one to complain. Rose was sitting on the steps to greet them, nose stuck in a book about wizards. It would be nice to see her again, usually was. With no more than a glance from her book she waved and stood to open the door. Dave hauled his luggage inside the spacious manner. “Take whichever room you want, as usual,” murmured Rose from her book.

With no more than a nod Dave was on the quest to find a room to occupy. On his way down the hall he noted Rose had said more than usual while stuck in her bookworm mode. There was hardly anything that could get her out of a book once she was a few pages in. As soon as she was there the most you could do was sit by and wait.

Finding the room he so often chose he threw his bag onto the bed. Yes, it would be nice to at least be around people. Dave slid to the floor next to his bed. Yeah, it was nice… slowly he curled his knees to his chest with a soft sigh.