For this lovely bab in response to this. Enjoy, Chey bby!!
As soon as Chey unlocked the front door, Oliver was there, their greeting slightly muted due to... sadness? Worry? Chey couldn't tell.
“Hey, hon.” Chey said, kissing Oliver lightly on the forehead. “You okay?”
“Yeah, it's not me.” Oliver replied with a nod.
“Oh no...” Chey's smile dropped. It was that time again, and both of them had been worried something like this would happen. “Is he alright?”
“I... I don't know. He didn't want me close to him, so I didn't have enough time to tell.” Oliver sighed.
“I'll go talk to him.” Chey responded, giving Oliver another kiss before starting in on the rest of the house. “Where is he?”
“Out in the backyard.” Oliver pointed towards the sliding patio door, a grim look on their face.
“Don't worry, babe. We'll get through to him.” Chey said, speaking the words she didn't know if she believed. They had to get through to him. Somehow. But this was Malik they were talking about. Sometimes that wasn't so easy.
The horns poking over the edge of the hammock didn't even shift when she slid the patio door open. Malik was completely off in his own world, or at least trying his hardest to ignore the one he existed in presently. Chey smiled despite the situation. He was staring at the stars. That always seemed to calm him.
“Mal?” She called softly.
No response. Not even a sniff.
“Hon?”
Nothing.
“You're going to have to talk to me eventually.”
“Just go back inside, Chey. I'll be fine.” Malik said softly. Dejectedly.
“We both know that's not true.” Chey replied, coming to stand beside the woven hammock and taking in the distressed goat man curled up in the center. The starlight glistened off his tearstained cheeks, visible even in the darkness. His knees were bent, the closest he could get to a ball while still lying on his back, and his arms were wrapped around himself in a way that made Chey think he was trying to block the world out.
“Please just...” He tried to suppress the sob that wracked his body, failing miserably. “Just leave me alone. I want to be alone.”
“Oh, Malik.” Chey sighed, slipping on to the hammock to lay beside him and wrap him in her embrace. Running her hands through the hair at the nape of his neck, she soothed him with a whispered, “It's alright, hon. It's okay.”
“No it's not.” He insisted, weakly trying to pull away from her. “I'm a monster. You and Oliver shouldn't be around me. I'm just gonna hurt you, or worse-”
“Stop.” Chey commanded, voice still soft. “Mal, don't go there. You know better than that. We love you no matter what-”
“But what if I do something that makes you both hate me-”
“That will never happen.” Chey insisted. “No. Matter. What.”
Malik shifted his position in the hammock, rolling over to lock his reddened eyes on to Chey's, glistening in the starlight.
“Why do you still love a monster like me?” He asked quietly, voice wavering somewhere between broken and healed.
Chey reached up to brush his bangs off his forehead, letting her hand rest on his cheek and wipe the tears away. “Because you're my monster, and I could never be afraid of you.”
Malik gave her a watery smile and leaned his forehead against hers, more relieved than he could ever admit.
“Besides, I don't think you could fit under the bed anyway.” Chey quipped, and let's just say that hammocks aren't the best thing to shove people off of, especially if you do it playfully.
Happy Birthday, dear Chey! I hope it was a good one! Sorry for the lack of read more, mobile Tumblr sucks for that. Malik lifted the warm mug to his lips as his eyes scanned the light pink sky, taking in the sight of the sun rays playing amongst the clouds. Sunrises had always been his favourite. There was just something refreshing about watching the day start anew, and always being the first to rise, he often got to enjoy them in blissful silence. But not today. His head snapped to the right as a floorboard creaked in the hallway, Chey's form ambling sleepily around the corner relaxing his tensed state. How could you stay mad at a sweetheart in fuzzy pink cloud pyjamas? "Morning." Malik said quietly, turning on the kettle to heat up some water for hot chocolate. "M'ning." Came Chey's mumbled response as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "You're up early." He commented, grabbing her mug and the hot chocolate mix from the cupboard. "C'ldn' sleep." Chey said, leaning against the counter. Malik pretended not to notice when she went to rest her head in her hand, only to miss several times before finally managing to prop her tired head up. As it was, he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. "Well, I know something that will wake you up." Malik murmured, moving close to her with a mischievous grin. "M'lik-" Chey's protests were cut short when the horned clone brushed past her, heading for the couch. She followed apprehensively, only to be nailed square in the face with a couch pillow when she rounded the corner. "Wha-" "Let's go give Malch an early wake up call." Malik grinned at her. He was right, that wiped the sleep from her eyes. She smirked back. "I get the first swing." "Fine with me. Lead the way." Malik agreed, moving closer. Just outside the door, he stopped her, pulling her in for a light kiss. "Oh and by the way, happy birthday, beautiful. Now let's go fluff up some stars."
Warnings: Deals with depression and hints of other darker themes.
Word Count: 1059
I had a really rough night in which I didn't really feel safe within my own thoughts, and from it, this emerged. It’s as much an outpour of my own emotions as it is a fanfic, and I apologize if some things don’t make a lot of sense. I have a difficult time talking about things, both in real life and in writing, and so things like this come about. Regardless, I am proud of this short fic, and I hope despite it all you find some satisfaction in it.
The lights were off in the small bedroom again. The curtains drawn so that the only source of light was the blue discolouration emanating from Jund's phone, turning his pale face a sort of sickly colour. Even before he'd stolen the phone from Jund's grasp, he'd known what would be on it.
“Looking at the depression tag on Tumblr isn't going to help anything, Jund.” Snake said quietly.
Jund rolled over, pulling the sheets up to his chin. That was his only response.
“Can we do something today, Scott?” Snake asked softly. “You haven't been outside for weeks. I'm getting worried again.”
“What did you have in mind?” Jund responded, voice barely audible, even in the dense quiet.
Snake ran his hand through Jund's hair softly, not wanting to overwhelm him while still needing some sort of contact. “Do you think you're up for a surprise?”
“Maybe.” Jund sniffed.
“Alright.” Snake smiled at the small victory. “Do you want to get dressed and meet me outside, or do you think you might need help?”
“No, no. I can manage.” Jund said. Snake took that as his cue to leave. He stopped just beyond the door, hand on the handle.
“I'll be right outside if you need me.” He didn't. A few minutes later, Jund walked out wearing his favourite hoodie with the extra long sleeves, which he periodically pulled down despite their length. An unfortunate nervous habit he'd developed. Snake didn't comment on how warm it would be for him outside, merely took his hand and led him out of the apartment.
The drive was long, as Snake had expected, and much to his delight, Jund had fallen asleep before he could tell where they were heading. He was so tired lately. Snake's heart went out to him; he really wished he could do more to help. But like the therapist had said at the end of Jund's last visit a month ago, all he could do was be there for him. And with one hand on the wheel, the other tracing the familiar feel of the simple gold band on Jund's left hand, he thought he was doing just that. And not too badly, either.
Snake pulled into the parking lot and quit the engine, reaching over to slowly wake Jund up. He didn't even jump upon awakening like he normally did, instead just surveying his surroundings without a word.
“It's just a bit further on foot.” Snake said, knowing well enough Jund knew that. This place was unmistakeable. Jund would have known the minute he saw the gravel parking lot alone where they were, but he chose to stay silent.
Snake led the way, hand still locked with Jund's mostly out of fear of losing him completely. The thin forest obscured most of the deepening sunlight, casting dappled shadows of orange light on two downtrodden faces. And then suddenly the trees were gone, opening onto a cliff overlooking the sea some ten feet below. Waves crashed upon the rocks, seagulls called to one another, and the leaves behind them danced in the salty breeze. Cold mist fell upon their faces in waves, warming slightly in the light of the setting sun casting brilliant shades of pink, red, and orange across the sky.
“You remember this place, don't you, Scott?” Snake asked quietly. He glanced over at Jund but the other man's eyes were fixed on the view before them.
“Don't you remember?” Snake asked, letting go of Jund's hand and leaving him where he stood to walk into the middle of the cliff face. “The chairs were set up here.” He moved closer to the edge of the cliff. “And the arch was here. You didn't like that stupid thing, but everyone seemed to insist it was necessary.” With a start, he walked back towards where the path cut through the trees. “And you and I walked in from here together. All of our friends were there. Everyone we cared about, and who cared for us.” Snake sighed. “Everyone.”
Snake walked back towards Jund, noting the shine on his cheeks but refusing to break the moment. He faced him, hand running down his arm. “Scott?”
“Of course I remember.” Jund replied shakily. “I could never forget.”
“Good.” Snake moved beside him, shielding his own tears from view. He led Jund closer to the edge, but only a little, and together they watched the sun slowly slip through the sky.
“Thank you.” Jund said quietly at one point. Snake had to take another moment.
“I... have something for you.” Snake broke the moment.
Jund hummed in mild interest.
“It's... well, here.” Snake held up a small wooden box, painted black. The finish had been marred by darker streaks of a substance neither of them felt much like identifying. Snake kept the latch closed. They both knew what was inside. “It's time to make a choice. Now's a good a place as any to make a fresh start. You can toss it in the ocean, or you can choose to take it home. Just know I'll be with you no matter what you decide.”
Jund took the box from his outstretched palm, examining it closely. A year's worth of pain flashed past his eyes, and Snake worried for a moment that he had made the wrong move. But in a moment of blind courage, Jund walked to the edge of the rocks, holding the little box closely in front of him. He bowed his head as if debating which would be the right move, and subconsciously Snake felt himself take a step towards him. But suddenly Jund reeled his arm back and sent the box flying out into the ocean.
Both of them were frozen in place, unwilling to break the moment for fear that it would come crumbling around them like some sick dream. But as the sun touched the horizon, a startling clarity washed over them both, and Snake, more calm in that moment than he had been all year, met Jund at the cliff's edge. Fingers entwined once again, sad but powerful smiles settling onto two pairs of lips as the waves continued to stir up mist. As the leaves continued to whisper in the wind. As the Earth continued to rotate. With both of them still in it.
Alright, it's six A.M, but I couldn't resist. After our crew elected to leave Hugh without giving him a proper burial, I could not get this idea out of my head. And so, this happened. Please excuse the feels.
“Alright, let's go then. We need tofind Dax.” Abigail said, starting off in the direction Sup hadgiven them. The others quickly followed suit, all eager to save thiswoman who had wormed her way in to their hearts while they weren't looking.
“Wait.” Asher called out softly. Her five companions turned, each with varying levels of annoyance at the stall in their progress.
“What?” Maris asked, annoyance in her voice, only slightly masked. She had been visibly worried the whole day, and this new revelation had not helped one bit.
“Can't we...” Asher looked over to where the departed Hugh lay. “Can't we at least take the time to say goodbye?”
“We don't have the time.” Abigail argued. “Dax is out there getting exposed to who knows what. Armageddon could be with her right now.”
Asher's head snapped up to look Abigail directly in the eye, her own flashing with anger. “You think I don't know that? You think I'm not counting down the seconds until I know she's safe? Don't mistake yourself for being the only one that cares for her. But this boy deserves a proper goodbye. He deserves dignity. Respect. Closure. We may not have known him as long as Dax, but that does not make him any less important.”
The clearing in which their motley band was standing was silent for several moments. No one was quite sure what to say, having never seen Asher so upset.
“I... think we can make time.” Cecily said quietly, the others quickly following in a chorus of agreement. Asher nodded, turning her attention to the boy before them. He suddenly seemed so small, and it only occurred to Asher in that moment just how young he really was. Torn too early from a world he didn't believe he belonged in to begin with. She sighed. Now was not the time to dwell on things that cannot be changed. Walking away a few paces, she searched for the right place for him to spend his endless sleep, a small ring of old trees at the edge of the clearing doing the trick.
“Here.” She called to the others. “He should be here.”
“We'll get him over there.” Vivian responded, giving her the signal to take the time she needed. Carefully, Asher focused all her magic into making sure the grave she dug was perfect. Tidy, and orderly, just like the ones she remembered seeing through dark times. By the time the rest of the band had made their way over, there was a perfect rectangular hole, and a pile of fresh earth beside it. They laid him down gently, taking care to leave him in a natural position, and Asher moved the dirt back into the hole.
“There.” Mishy sighed. “Is that alright?”
Asher frowned. “There's something missing.”
“What is it?” Abigail groaned.
“Hey, let her do what she needs.” Maris hushed the impatient woman. Asher, deciding to act oblivious of that conversation, started off towards the small lake some thirty yards off, eyes resting on a collection of smoothed rocks at the water's edge. A simple grey one would do nicely.
“A... rock.” Abigail said, dumbfounded, only to be hushed by various party members. Asher once again ignored her as she floated the rock into the center of the clearing, making sure it would remain visible from most angles. She once again raised her hand, but faltered, a hint of doubt flashing across her face.
“What is it?” Vivian asked.
“I... I don't know what to say.” She replied.
“Just speak from the heart.” Cecily reassured. “You know what's right.”
Asher nodded, working her jaw for a moment as she contemplated. What do you say about a kid you never truly knew, but only truly cared for? She gently sighed as an idea presented itself to her. It was better than nothing. Raising her hand once more, she focused intently on the stone before her.
“Hugh J.- Strong, brave, taken away far too soon. You will be missed, my fiery friend.”
As she finished, Asher let a single tear fall, avoiding the gaze of any around her. They seemed to get the message, and slowly dissipated, heading off, once again, to where their other friend could possibly be in danger.
“Goodbye, Hugh.” Asher whispered, voice shaking more than she'd ever admit to anyone. “I'm sorry I couldn't save you. Sleep well.” And with that, she turned away, determined to stop this from happening to anyone else. One innocent life was far too many to lose.
Alright, so I love my Tumblr nerdfriends very much, and with their birthdays coming up I decided to write a fic for them. One for each because I like to kill myself with words. Since I don't know when exactly their b-days are, I just decided to post them all on the night of their stream, and even though it's more like half of the Coast is Queer, I just said fuck it! So here we go. This one is for seargentbutternipples.
“Snake, please.” Jund sobbed. “Please pick up.”
“Jund...?” Snake answered on the third ring of Jund's fourth attempt. “It's four A.M. What the hell?”
“Snake, I need your help.” Jund's voice was as wavy as an earthquake.
“What? What's wrong? Are you alright?” Snake asked, now fully alert at the thought of his friend being in danger.
“I can't... it's hard to... look, can you just come over? You... you wouldn't believe me anyway.” Jund stammered.
“Yeah, alright.” Jund could hear Snake shuffling around his room over the line. “I'll be right there.”
“Okay. There's just one problem.” Jund took a breath. “I can't open the door, so you'll have to find your own way in.”
“Jund, what- you know what, nevermind. I'll find out when I get there.” Snake said. “Stay put and don't freak out. I'll be there in twenty.”
“Hurry, Snake.” Jund squeaked out before hanging up. He curled up into the ball he'd been in before finding his phone and just lay in his bed, counting down the minutes before Snake would get there.
Snake, on the other hand, was freaking out. He'd rarely heard Jund this upset, the last time being a very solid reason they decided never to speak of again once it was over. This time was different. This was worse.
“You better not be dying on me or some shit like that right now, Jund.” Snake mumbled as he slammed his car door shut. The likelihood of that being the case was quite low, and of course he knew that, but worry often clouded his mind. And his judgement, if driving 50 in a 30 zone was any indication. He pulled into Jund's driveway more than a little shaken, and wired for sound. Now the only problem was how to get inside. Jund wasn't the type to leave a key under the mat - nor the kind to have a mat, apparently - so that left only one other option. He'd be pissed later, but judging by their phone conversation, Snake didn't think Jund would mind too much if he broke a window. The one next to the door broke easily under a rock from the neighbour's garden, and as Snake reached in to undo the locks, carefully avoiding the shards of glass, he noted how empty the small house felt. It was wrong, completely wrong, because this was Jund. Snake had crashed on his couch more than once, and he knew all too well that the Jund residence was never silent. Until now.
Snake crossed the threshold quickly, scanning intensely and listening for any sound. Nothing could be seen so far, but Snake could hear the little mop head Jund called a dog yapping in the bedroom. He hurried that way, hearing no shushing noises coming from the ever patient Jund who thought he could train the thing to be quiet. What else would it be barking at, Cry's plushie? He doubted it. The room was dark, the curtains being shut, and Snake could just make out what looked like the mop itself clawing at the empty bed. No Jund. But Snake was curious what it could be looking at, and so with a deep breath, he flicked on the light. Immediately, the dog - if you could call it that - bounded off the bed and straight towards Snake's feet. The yapping continued for all of two seconds before it got scared and scurried away. Snake just shook his head, reaching up to flick off the light when-
“S-snake?” A painfully small voice called.
“Jund?” Snake replied, glancing around the room and seeing it empty. “Where are you?”
“Under the c-covers.” There was the smallest of movements in the rumpled sheets, and the pool of dread Snake had tried to suppress finally started to grow inside him. “Promise me you won't freak out?”
“I... uh, I'll try.” Snake answered. That was the best Jund was going to get. A few agonizing seconds later, a small head popped out from under the covers, followed by an equally small body until Jund stood, not necessarily proud, on top of the duvet. Six inches tall.
“I-I don't know what happened, but...” Jund looked himself over in dismay.
“Oh my god.” Snake whispered. He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down carefully, holding a hand out to Jund. The small man immediately bolted towards it, not caring if he tripped over blankets on his way. He lept into the hand, and with a surprising gentleness Snake lifted him up to his chest, cradling Jund against it as he cried out all the fear he'd been experiencing since he awoke in the middle of the night like this.
“A-are you alright?” Snake asked quietly when Jund had gotten himself mostly back under control. “I mean, all things considered.”
“I... I don't know.” Jund sat on Snake's open hand, being held at eye level as he wrung his hands. “Snake, I'm scared-”
“I figured that. I mean did the dog hurt you or anything.” Snake cut in. To people who didn't know him, they'd think it was out of impatience, but Jund knew him well enough. He was terrified for his friend.
“No, no I'm fine.” Jund shook his head.
Snake sighed in relief. “So what now?”
“I don't know.” Jund looked down. “I never really got past the step of calling you in my plan.”
Snake's sigh this time was not one of relief. “I don't know what to do.”
“M-me neither.” Jund mumbled. “But there is one thing I know for sure.”
“What?” Snake asked.
“There's no way in hell I can live alone anymore.” Jund said.
“`Course not.” Snake agreed. “But you can live with me if you want.”
“R-really?” Jund looked up at him hopefully.
“Obviously.” Snake scoffed. “It's either me or Cry. With his dogs, and that cat-” Snake shivered in fear at the thought.
“Ha ha, very funny.” Jund gave a watery smile. “But you have dogs.”
“Yeah, but not a cat.” Snake shot back. “And my dogs are well trained, I'll have you know.”
“I know.” Jund said, and for a moment the room quieted, neither of them knowing what to say.
“You're going to be alright, Jund.” Snake murmured. “I'll make sure of it.”
“That's a big thing to promise, Snake.” Jund pointed out in a somewhat defeated manner.
Snake levelled his gaze with the much smaller man, looking at him earnestly as he said, “I promise.”
I hope ya liked SargieSarge!! I made this one specially for you with lots of love! I love mini!Jund and couldn't resist! Also sad because you.
Alright, so I love my Tumblr nerdfriends very much, and with their birthdays coming up I decided to write a fic for them. One for each because I like to kill myself with words. Since I don't know when exactly their b-days are, I just decided to post them all on the night of their stream, and even though it's more like half of the Coast is Queer, I just said fuck it! So here we go. This one is for thatdorkwholikeseverything.
Another crumpled up page of scratched out sheet music flew through the air and bounced off the edge of the wastepaper basket. Snake glanced over at the mountain of paper balls with disdain as Jund flopped backwards onto Snake's bed.
“This is never going to work.” He groaned, a thankfully still intact guitar resting across his lap. He'd lost track of how many times he wanted to smash it against Snake's smug face.
Snake, true to form, just sat back and hummed some non-committal noise, fingers still mapping out some unknown melody on the keyboard without pressing any notes.
“You know, you're not helping.” Jund said, waving his hands in the air as if to further his point. “Mr. 'Eighth notes are an abomination, and it has to be in B, not C, and'... oh hell, I don't know. You might as well have told me to forget everything I know about making good music.”
“That's not true. I only said I hate C major.” Snake retorted.
“Great.” Jund drawled, arms defeatedly flopping back onto the bed.
Snake sighed. “How about this?”
Jund didn't move as Snake began to play, no doubt having figured out the tune he'd been silently working on. Though Jund would never admit it, he was impressed by Snake's skill, and had been for the entire two hours they'd been working together. But that still didn't change the fact that, “It's not going to work.”
“What?” Snake asked, barely managing to keep the snappy tone out of his voice.
“It's just-” Jund sat up then, a disappointed grimace on his face. He shook his head slightly, shoulders shrugging as he dropped his gaze. “We gave it our best shot, we're just too different- musically anyway.”
Snake pursed his lips, jaw clenching in an attempt to control himself. “No. You don't get to say that, not this time. You don't get to back out so easily. That was your bullshit excuse two years ago.”
“This has nothing to do with that-”
“Don't kid yourself, yes it does.” Snake snapped.
“Jesus, you can never let things go, can you?” Jund shot back, placing his guitar beside him in preparation for a quick getaway.
“Not when it's things like this.” Snake said, voice quieting. “You walked out on me, Scott. I deserve an answer. At least for this.”
“I told you, we're just too-”
“I don't want that same old bullshit excuse you've given to every single ex I've ever seen you with. I want something real.” Snake stood. “I don't want you to keep yourself so closed off. I now who you can really be like, even before 'us', and I liked him, but I don't even see him anymore.”
Jund brought himself up to stand a few inches shorter than Snake, giving him a glare unlike any the larger man had ever had the displeasure of experiencing. “He changed. The 'old me' died with that so-called 'us'. And don't you dare put all the blame on me. We were both unhappy, you were just too afraid to do anything about it. You don't know me, Snake, not like you like to think you do. So why don't you grow the fuck up and start taking some responsibility in this fucked up situation.”
Snake just glared down at him, unwilling to show just how surprised he was by Jund's retaliation.. He could only watch as Jund angrily turned away and gathered up his things. Knowing better than to follow him out in his state, Snake could only listen to the distant sound of a door slamming shut. Again.
Jund didn't like acknowledging it, but he he was a mopey kind of person when things went wrong. Try as he might, he usually found himself curled up in bed, dog on his lap or against his side, on his phone or DS. Cry knew that, but it never stopped him from calling anyway.
He was in the middle of watching some random YouTube video when Cry's call interrupted his quiet afternoon.
“What the hell happened?” Cry asked once Jund had greeted him.
Jund sighed, closing his eyes and rolling to face the ceiling. “What do you mean?”
“Snake just called.” Cry said. “Told me you'd be doing the song by yourself.”
“What?” Jund sat abruptly forward, spooking his dog off the bed.
“Yeah.” Cry replied, a hint of anger still in his voice. “So I'll ask again; what the hell happened?”
“I... I got angry- we got angry.” Jund said, slumping forward and resting his head in the hand propped up on crossed legs. “I didn't mean for it to happen-”
“But it did.” Cry cut in. “Jund, you know how important this is to me. Couldn't you two have gotten along just this once?”
“No.” Jund replied. “No, we can't. Cry, we both tried so hard to do this for you, but it just didn't work. Face to face we're a nightmare, and we knew how important this is- or was, or whatever, but there's just too much history there. I promise I'll still make it special for you, I know how much you want to surprise Chey, just... not quite in the way you wanted.”
Cry sighed. “There's no chance you two could find it in you to work together?”
“Not really. We tried for two hours.”
“Then it better be the best goddamn song you've ever written.” Cry said, and although Jund could tell he was still pissed, there was more of a joking undertone to his voice.
“I can promise you that.” Jund replied.
They had to cut the phonecall short when there was a knock at Jund's door. Upon opening t, Jund stood there half stunned, half annoyed.
“Snake?”
“Hi.” He sighed.
“What are you doing-”He was about to ask, anger slightly getting the better of him, until he noticed the black guitar case in Snake's hand.
“Figured you're going to need it.” Snake said, passing the bulky case over the door's threshold. “You know, if you're going to write that song.”
“Yeah.” Jund huffed, deciding to be civil. “You didn't need to do that, you know.”
Snake shrugged. “I suspected we wouldn't be able to work together from day one. You said it, we're just too different.”
And with that, he walked away, leaving a confused and frustrated Jund wondering why the hell his words could still mean so much to him, even after all this time.
It had been a beautiful ceremony, followed up by an amazing dinner, not surprisingly. This was Cry and Cheyanne, everything about that made sense. Cheyanne had worked so hard to make sure everything would be perfect, and Jund remembered Russ telling him about how long it had taken Cry to pick the right menu. Hours, apparently. But it had payed off in the end. Jund was just finishing off desert when Zeigs came up behind him.
“Ready?” She asked, tapping him lightly on the shoulder.
Jund stood, searching the stage to make sure his beloved guitar was in place. “Yep.”
“Come on, then.” Zeigs said, leading the way. Jund glanced behind him at Cry in time to see him give an encouraging nod.
“Guess he's not mad, then.” Jund sighed.
“He does understand, Jund.” Zeigs reassured him. “Even if he's not totally happy about it.”
Jund just let out what he hoped would be a calming breath. No matter how many times he performed, he still got nervous stepping onto the stage, this time for more reasons than one.
“You'll do fine.” Zeigs whispered as she grabbed the mic.
Snake, from his spot at the end of the head table, watched Zeigs and Jund walk off toward the stage, quickly followed by Cry jupming up and leading a confused Cheyanne out into the center of the hall, the 'dance floor', and he knew instantly what was happening. He'd been both dreading and anticipating this moment, and seeing it happening in real time once again sent conflicting emotions coursing through him.
“Ladies and gentlemen, if you would, turn your attention to the dance floor, where the couple of the night are about to share in their first dance.” Zeigs voice drew everyone else's attention, and suddenly everyone was standing in hopes of getting a better view. Snake moved forward with the other tables too far away to get a clear line of sight, fortunately finding a good spot relatively quickly. Unfortunately, right next to the stage. Trying to distract himself, his eyes settled on Cry and Cheyanne. All throughout the day, Cry had worn this smile; bigger and brighter than any he'd seen on anyone else, and meant entirely for Cheyanne. She looked amazing in her dress, whispering animatedly to Cry as he effortlessly swirled her around the dance floor. No doubt she was asking about their surprise performer.
And then there was Jund. He couldn't help but listen. Acoustic guitar solos had never been anything special to him, but he had to admit he had a soft spot for Jund's. Snake found himself zoning out, focusing solely on the music, and something became quite clear to him; he knew this song. Or at least the tune. He looked sharply up at Jund, only to see the guitarist smiling down at him almost challengingly. That little prick. It was clear to him now that Jund had planned this, he'd heard Snake's little tidbit of an idea those few months ago after all, and he knew exactly what Jund wanted. Before he could put any thought into it, and therefore talk himself out of it, Snake walked up on to the stage, brushing past Jund in a way that he knew would say 'I know you planned this, idiot.' before sitting down at the piano and playing along with him. Cry faltered for a moment at this unexpected addition, and his elated smile briefly flashed to them. Snake felt a glowing sensation growing in his chest, a quick glance at Jund showing that he did, too; something neither of them had felt in over two years. And as Jund began to sing, that glow solidified into a single thought. A bit of a promise. Maybe they weren't so different after all.
I don't know if Snund is your think, and for the life of me I tried to do the LaFerry like you wanted (yes, I was that anon), but it just didn't work. Hope you enjoyed.
Alright, so I love my Tumblr nerdfriends very much, and with their birthdays coming up I decided to write a fic for them. One for each because I like to kill myself with words. Since I don't know when exactly their b-days are, I just decided to post them all on the night of their stream, and even though it's more like half of the Coast is Queer, I just said fuck it! So here we go. This one is for brink-of-madnuss.
“I hate him!” Six year old Jund shouted, trying to hold still as his mother cleaned the cuts running down his leg.
“Oh, come now, sweetie, I'm sure Snake didn't mean it.” His mother hushed.
“He did! He did! He pushed me down that hill on purpose!” Jund protested.
“Jund, Snake, looks like you two are going to have to be partners.” The teacher smiled down at the two eleven year olds.
“No!” Snake whined
“Anyone but him. Can't I just work alone?” Jund asked.
“I'm afraid not, Scott.” The teacher said.
Snake turned to him as the teacher walked away. “Don't even talk to me. Just shut up, I'll do the work.”
“Works for me, jerk.”
“It's not his fault.” Cry said softly as Russ held him back.
“It is, and you know it. Let me go, Russ.” Jund, age fifteen, spat.
“Not until you promise not to kill him.” Russ insisted.
Jund levelled a glare at the boy standing on the other side of the room. “No promises.”
“He's an asshole, and a liar, and I'm pretty sure he's a cheat, too.” Jund said at age seventeen.
“Wow, you really don't like him.” His current girlfriend replied. “What'd he ever do to you?”
Jund sighed. “A lot.”
Eighteen year old Jund sat down at his computer to find a new message on Facebook. The group chat he'd set up with Cry and the others had one new message. A photo. Zeigs had sent a photo, looked like a bunch of printed out text. Underneath she'd written “I'm going on Sunday, if anyone's interested.” Warily, Jund zoomed in on the photo, squinting to read the text. 'Pilskin, Snake David – Passed away suddenly on Tuesday...' There was more text, but Jund had stopped after that. It was really all he needed to know.
He sat back, conflicted. Yes, he'd hated Snake for as long as he'd known him, but that didn't change the fact that this was a classmate, a peer, and a friend of friends. And more important than that, a human being. Someone that deserved at least basic human decency. But with all that history between them, could he even do it? Could he even go see him?
“I'll be there with you, Zeigs.”
Jund walked in to the small funeral home, Zeigs leading the way. Cry and Russ were already there, but he couldn't face them right now. There were already so many people giving him strange looks for being there, he didn't need his best friends interrogating him, too.
“Hey, Zeigs?” Jund called softly.
Zeigs turned to him, instantly being able to read his intentions. “Go on in, Jund. I'll talk to Cry and Russ.”
“Thanks.” Jund sighed. He made his way over to where most of the people were congregating only to find a beautiful array of flowers and pictures. No casket. Vaguely, he remembered reading that his family had decided to cremate him.
As he pushed through the crowd, he caught sight of a simple silver pot. Simple, yet beautiful. Exactly like what Snake would want. But despite that he froze. This was all so real now. He was really gone. Jund wasn't sure what to feel; he'd been so numb this past week. Walking in a haze of disbelief. On one hand, he couldn't care less. He wasn't spiteful enough to say good riddance, but he couldn't really say that he'd been terribly heartbroken, either. This man had caused him so much unhappiness. So much anger. So much pain.
But on the other hand, during the times where he couldn't be avoided, he'd caused him to smile. To laugh. To, somehow, be happy. And the more Jund thought about it, the more reality came crashing around him, the more he began to realize the other hand didn't matter. He did care. He did feel awful for Snake, even if he had reasons not to.
“Are you alright?” A girl Jund recognized from their graduated class asked, pulling him back to the present situation.
“I... I'm fine.” Jund replied, trying to ignore how wet his cheeks were.
She smiled at him sadly. “Funny how we only miss something after it's gone, huh?”
“Yeah.” Jund sighed, closing his eyes for a brief moment.
“Look, at four the viewing will be over. If you want a moment with him then, I can arrange that.” The girl said,
“You can do that?” Jund asked, eyes flying open to look at her.
“Yeah.” She nodded. “I think you could use it.”
“Thank you.” Jund said before smiling at her apologetically. “I'm sorry, but I'm blanking on your name.”
“That's alright. It's Sarah. Sarah Pilskin.”
The big oak doors closed behind him with an air of finality Jund really didn't like. He'd been sitting in the viewing room quietly ever since Sarah had approached him, waiting with a mixture of anticipation and fear for his chance to be alone with Snake.
Jund sighed, eyes once again scanning over every single photo on the display. “You know, I don't really believe in spirits. People hearing beyond the grave. I think once you're gone, you're gone.” Jund swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. “But if you can actually hear me, Snake, I just want to say that... that I'm sorry. For everything. Now that I look back on it, if I could change it all, I would. If I could just go back to the first day we met and tell myself that you were going to be someone I wanted to hold on to. That I should never let go of. I don't even know if I would have believed myself. But I would have tried.”
He shook his head, running a hand down his face. “But there's no changing the past, and I guess there's no getting you back now. So I'll just say now that I'm sorry. For all the things I said, or did. For all the times we got into fights. For all the things I called you. I'm sorry I never took the time to get to know you, that I let my anger cloud my judgement. People tell me I missed out on a real, truly amazing friend. And from the way people here are talking of you, I believe them.”
Jund stood, wiping at his eyes. “I didn't mean to cry for you, you big idiot. Why do you always do this to me?” He paused, collecting himself. “I guess I should go now, I've got to let you go some time, but I'll say this; even with everything that happened between us, I hope you find peace, Snake. Wherever you are, or wherever you end up, I hope you're happy there.”
Well, you told Anonass (who is me surprise!!) you wanted to cry, so I tried my best
Alright, so I love my Tumblr nerdfriends very much, and with their birthdays coming up I decided to write a fic for them. One for each because I like to kill myself with words. Since I don't know when exactly their b-days are, I just decided to post them all on the night of their stream, and even though it's more like half of the Coast is Queer, I just said fuck it! So here we go. This one is for
theinkedoctopus. I love ya!
Jund shot up in bed, the veil of a dream quickly dissipating as he looked around his darkened room. His breathing was fast, but not from a nightmare. He smirked. No, that was far from a nightmare. Waving his hands through his sheets, he located the phone he had no doubt fallen asleep while holding. That always happened when he texted Snake late at night. A new message icon popped up from a few hours ago, but he elected to ignore it, knowing the other man would likely be asleep now. There was one other man, however, who most certainly would be up, and wanting to hear about this.
He shot a quick text to Cry letting him know he'd be calling in five so that the YouTuber would have a chance to pause his recording.
“Jund.” Cry said as soon as he picked up.
“Hey.” Jund greeted sleepily, still waking up.
“It happened again, didn't it?” Cry asked, knowing full well he was correct.
Jund chuckled. “Yes, am I that predictable?”
“Of course.” Sounds of his friend sitting back in his chair could be heard over the line. “So what was it this time?”
“W-well, dream Snake came over, and...” Jund sighed. “Let's just say I have the weirdest boner right now.” He pulled the phone away just in time to avoid going deaf as Cry's explosive laughter came over the line.
“Oh, one of those dreams, huh?” Cry snickered.
Jund made a soft noise of agreement. “Cry, I want them to stop. I don't want to keep seeing Snake like this.”
“I've already told you the solution.” Cry said.
“No.” Jund retorted, voice low. “I can't risk losing him as a friend, which I probably will if I tell him. You know how he is. Any mention of relationships and he balks.”
“Doesn't look like you have much choice.” Cry pointed out. “You'll either lose him as a friend by confessing, or wind up never being able to look him in the eye by not confessing. Your choice.”
Jund groaned. “Thanks, Cry. You're so helpful.”
“Hey, you'd be nowhere without me.” Cry argued playfully. “Remember the-”
“Alright, I'm hanging up now.” Jund cut him off, knowing exactly where that train of thought was going.
“Yeah, go take a cold shower.” Jund could almost hear Cry's cocky smile over the phone.
“Har dee har.” Jund shot back, though he intended on doing just that.
Jund walked back into his bedroom, lights still off, to be greeted with a flashing light periodically brightening the corner of his room occupied by the bed. Closer inspection had his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach. Two new messages: Cry... and Snake. Jund let out a deep sigh as he clicked on Cry's first. I texted Snake. Told him you needed to talk to him. You can kill me later. And kill him he would. Slowly and painfully. The guy just didn't know when to keep his nose out of other people's business, though that was probably in part Jund's fault for letting Cry in on his secret. Jund shook his head and swiped over to Snake's message, slamming his eyes shut before reading. Just how much had Cry told him? He wanted to know, but at the same time didn't. Why did emotions have to be so confusing? But he slowly opened his eyes, knowing he'd have to get this over with anyway. All that appeared on the screen was a simple We need to talk. Jund typed a quick response.
Jund: How much did Cry tell you?
Snake: Nothing at all. Are you alright?
Jund: Yes, but we do need to talk.
Snake: Alright. Phone, or do you need to come over?
It only took Jund a moment to make that decision. I should come over. This isn't an over the phone conversation.
Snake: Do you want to come over now?
Jund: Isn't it super early?
Snake: Yeah, but I'm awake now. Cry's persistent.
Jund glanced at the time; three in the morning. Of course Cry would be persistent, probably felt like dinnertime for him. They really needed to adjust his sleeping schedule. I'll be there in 20.
The drive over to Snake's place seemed to go on forever while taking no time at all, and before he knew it, he was standing in front of Snake's door. He had his hand raised and ready to knock when the door opened, revealing a worried Snake. His shoulders sagged with relief, no doubt at the sight of Jund in one solid piece.
“Hey.” Jund said.
“Hi.” Snake replied, stepping back to let Jund in. Upon entering, he began to pace slightly, an action which was not lost on Snake.
“Are you sure you're alright, Jund?” He asked.
Jund froze, eyes locking on Snake's, and he felt himself melting. He couldn't hold back any longer, and in one swift motion he moved forward, connecting their lips. It wasn't the best kiss he'd ever had, shocking your partner will cause that to happen, but because it was Snake it was all worth it. All two seconds.
Snake pulled away hurriedly. “What the hell are you doing?”
“That was what I needed to tell you.” Jund said shakily. Snake just took a step back, turning away from him and running his hands through his hair.
“Snake?” Jund asked, leaning to the side as if that would help him see better. “I'm gonna need you to say something. You know, kind of like an 'it was good for me, was it good for you?' type thing? Cuz it was good for me, really good, but your reaction is kinda scaring me, and I'm getting the feeling that it wasn't-”
“You just...” Snake turned around, sad look in his eye as he placed his hands on Jund's shoulders. “You don't know what you're getting into.”
“Yeah. You.” Jund retorted. “Is there something wrong with that?”
“There's nothing here for you. You deserve better.” Snake said.
Jund shook his head, refusing to give in. “What do you mean?”
“I mean there's literally nothing here for you. We,” Snake took his hands off Jund's shoulders, a hint of regret at the action in his eyes, and gestured between them. “Want different things.”
“Well, what do you want?” Jund asked.
Snake sighed, walking over to the couch and flopping down dejectedly. Jund followed cautiously, electing to sit in one of his big comfy armchairs.
“Look.” Snake started after a while, holding his hands in the air in that placating gesture people tended to do when they're about to spill big news. “I know you and the guys have always wondered why I'm never dating, why I don't like talking about it, or anything. I'm...”
“Snake, it's alright.” Jund soothed him when the man stopped talking. “You can talk to me.”
“It's because I'm asexual, Jund.” Snake said, eyes avoiding his. “And not many people know, or are accepting of that. And I don't know if you're okay with that, and it also means that the only thing here for you is cuddling or stuff like that.”
Jund just looked at him somewhat sadly, and Snake felt the urge for some reason to keep talking. “And, Jund, based on what I've heard of your past relationships you want something that's not just platonic, which is all you're going to get here. So what I'm saying is-”
Snake stopped suddenly when Jund stood, eyes snapping to him warily. Jund stepped forward, grabbing the remote off the coffee table before walking over to the couch. For a moment, he just stood there, but then suddenly reached down and adjusted the way Snake was sitting, making it so when he sat down on the couch with Snake, they were in the perfect position to just sit together and watch T.V.
Jund rested his head on Snake's chest, head just below Snake's chin. “Is this good?”
Snake smiled, wrapping his arms around Jund to pull him closer. “Perfect.”
“Good.” Jund smiled, turning on the T.V. So yeah, he wasn't getting exactly what he wanted, and had no idea what any of this meant, but for the time being he was just happy to be there in Snake's arms. Warm. Comfortable. Safe. They'd work out the rest later.
So there ya go. Hope ya liked it, beb! And that there were no typos. If there were I apologize greatly
