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[goldensunstreakerrp]

Your a man you should go after girls not talking aboit getting stuffed by guys

It's none of your business but I am not attracted to women. And I'm loyal to one man stuffin me.

[x-jeonjungkook-x]

Thinking of my special someone. Always.

[makoroadie-blog]

Even though the alcohol burned like hell in his throat, Hog chugs down the vodka with abandon as they settle down in their campsite for the night.

Over the past week they'd managed to dig themselves out a little hole few dozen miles from the destroyed trailer. They aren't sure if the bounty hunters had friends who might come sniffing around, but they wanted to stay near the scraps until they are picked cleaned, and if anyone else did come... well, they could deal with them the same way they delt with the first wave, but with more eagerness and efficiency.

Tonight, though, Hog has to show Rat his face again. It had been a solid week of very obviously avoiding it. He'd cleaned his mask and thrown it on, wore it 24/7 again even though before their trailer was destroyed he'd started taking it off for bed if he didn't need it... His excuse was that they couldn't know if anyone else could see them, but the reality was and still is that the attack had brought up bad memories. His eye is a trigger point for him, something he'd only barely been getting better at letting Jamie see and touch, and now...

Well now, not only will Rat see and touch that side of his face, he has to take a bunch of fucking tools and dig around in his eye like it's a gooey fucking sandbox. And even though Hog knows he should man up and stop letting himself think too much into it, he's terrified.

And as a result, he is already on his second bottle of vodka.

To be fair, Hog does have a tolerance against alcohol combined with his size, it's hard for him to actually get wasted, but not 'two bottles' hard. Usually about half a bottle will get him pretty damn buzzed, but Hog isn't looking for buzzed and he and Rat both know it. He leans back against a tree, surveying their small camp with his one good eye.

They bought a tent that's big enough for Rat and Hog together (Rat sorta has to be propped up on Hog's gut for them to both 'fit', but it counts). They hadn't used it yet, though, it's just for emergencies, case it rains. For the most part they've been sleeping by the fire each night on a mattress they nabbed for the time being. They've talked about stealing a new trailer, but they both decided that waiting until Hog's eye is bullet-free and Rat's shoulder is better would be for the best.

Finally, Hog sighs and reaches up to pull off the mask. He hates his face. Rat knows that much, even though Mako hasn't actually said the words. Even before the sniper, he flinched away when Jamie's fingers brushed the left side of his face. The scarring around that eye is... well, an eyesore. He knows it. The other scars could maybe be seen as manly, the cut across the chin, two thin lines over his right cheek, but that left eye... He tries not to think about it as he reaches up for the bandage.

He underestimates the alcohol. Unwrapping them on his own isn't possible. He feels dizzy trying, so he looks up to Jamie. It's hard to tell how much of the red on his cheeks is due to alcohol and how much is due to shame. He just grunts lightly, swaying just a bit as he reaches out to Rat.

“Don't worry 'bout hurtin it.” he rumbles as his boyfriend moves closer. His cadence in a bit slower in his drunken state, but he's not actually slurring any more than usual. “I can take it. Jus' get it out.”

Beneath the bandages is not a pretty sight. Less so than usual. Hog's eye has started to reform, but it's... off. The shape is wrong. There is a noticeable divot in the orb where the bullet is preventing his eye from healing fully. There's no iris or pupil, just cloudy white all over. On the bright side, nothing around it looks injured at all anymore... at least for the time being, there's no way it will look as pristine when Rat is done.

[jamiejunkie-blog]

@makoroadie​

Sleep was easy to find with a partially blood drained and energy drained body. Though it was not peaceful sleep in the least. Madness, like a poison, was seeping into his being and practically making his mind high on it, along with a large dose of adrenaline for good measure.

Too loud. Everything was too loud. His head felt like it would actually explode. A timer of how long he could last was ticking down.

Jamison was never bothered by the sounds of the world before, they actually comforted him most of the time. The tinking and clanking of metal from his mech arm, or when he was working on something, or the slow deep breathing from his lover. Silence actually drove him into deeper madness if he sat in it too long. That’s why he was always twitching and mumbling to himself, just to produce some amount of sound so the silence wouldn’t settle. Now it was getting extremely hard to tell if the noise was coming from outside or inside his head. Was there too much sound around him? Was it just his mind screaming and yelling at him from the inside?

Panic. Disorientation. Terror. Confusion. Jamie’s thoughts were not his own. There was other voices screaming at him, some of them familiar, some of them not. Voices that sounded like his old mates that he lost in the fight for survival in the wasteland. A woman screaming at him, that Jamie had forgotten about her, that she died for him and now he was wasting away like his dying home. It felt like he should’ve know a lot of these voices but they were talking, arguing, screaming, over one another to the point that Jamie couldn’t even find his own voice in his mind.

Then one very distinct voice made itself very apparent, the other voices quieting for it, almost to give it a wide berth. You weren’t strong enough said in a familiar deep rumble You are weak. The words hitting his heart like a bullet. He knew these were his own thoughts, his partner would never say something like that. But the feeling of overwhelming dread sinking into him still kept digging into his mind and soul. Without Mako he’d be dead, he would've never survived as long as he did in the wasteland. Smarts can only get you so far where the land and people in it are out to kill you at every turn. If Mako thought he was too weak, a lost cause, a useless body, he might just leave. Jamie almost got him killed. He brought trouble wherever he went. He couldn't blame his partner if he wanted to be done with Jamie’s string of bad luck in life.

To hear disgust, disappointment, and an unloving tone in Mako’s voice say he wasn’t strong enough hurt just as much as what losing his limbs felt like. That is a pain you don’t forget, no matter how shitty of a memory you have. His head and heart felt like they were slowly going out and hurting. Like a fire burning out from lack of oxygen.

Something. He needed something to drown out the noise. Anything. It was too loud. Too fucking loud.

The voices echoed three specific words. Would’a, could’a, should’a. Everything would’a turned out alright if you were stronger. But they were alive and fine, he was smart enough to last this long. Could’a done more, could’a been smarter. He did all he could, the best he could. You should’a known. How could he? Could’a payed more attention. But he did. You’ve gone soft. You used to be stronger, smarter. You’re too used to the peace.

None of theses voices were his own. Old, young, male, female, and everything in between. They were all screaming in his ears. It was the voices of the people of his life. His past. Please make it stop. Too loud. It's too loud...

[goldensunstreakerrp]

Are you going to wear a suit or dress for your wedding?

Oh! A suit a suit. I'm just not sure if I want color or traditional

[goldensunstreakerrp]

“Tae...you changed your name!” His eyes widen as he smiled brightly and rubs up to tackle hug you.

Emits a soft sound of surprise, catching himself by moving a foot back to keep from toppling over as his arms curl under the others to catch "Aigoo, who told you~?" He smiles happily

[goldensunstreakerrp]

Trying on suits for our special day

[x-jeonjungkook-x]

Around the World - @bts-kimtaehyung-v

Jungkook quickly ran to the closet in the master bedroom of their new house and grabbed the unpacked bags they had from the move. When he checked to make sure they had a decent amount of clothes, he took them out of the room and headed down stairs to the foyer. He put them down and pulled his phone out to call a taxi while waiting for Taehyung to come down with Tannie.