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NOT THAT I’M EVER ON THIS ACCOUNT BUT
it’s my birthday

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Why sleep when you can regret life choices
❝ Can’t H I D E Forever ❞
Two years after the initial “Great Panic”, survivors are struggling to stay alive in this Post-Zombie Apocalypse AU. Though there are still quite a few of the Dead still walking, they are no longer the greatest danger our heroes will face– the people grow desperate, and in their desperation they grow mean. Raiders, Cannibals, and even traps meant for the Zombies all pose as threats to the safety, as well as crumbling structures, food shortages, disease, and infighting.
This is an OPEN AU, meaning anyone can join! There are, however, a few rules.
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someone please dom the hell out of this boy
“We could make it romantic with the gummy worms!” Tucker smirked. “I have one end in my mouth, and the other end in yours. That’s like romantic shit right?”
Not that Tucker would know what romantic stuff was anyways. He’s never actually ‘dated’ before. But that’s probably what got him into the mess he was in right now. Though with Wash around, it didn’t seem so bad.
“As long as you’re eating something that doesn’t say diet or low carbs or less then 100 calories, I should be happy. But you’ll find a loophole somehow. I on the other hand, am going to eat so much junk food that it’s gonna give you cavities. Not that you don’t already from how sweet I am~”
“Gummy worms are the opposite of romantic, Tucker.” He shot the boy a wry look, one eyebrow raised skeptically.
They walked for a moment, for just one beat of silence, and Wash contemplated that he didn’t actually know anything about romance. But for one, he was pretty sure it didn’t involve gummy worms in any capacity.
“You know I will,” Wash snorted. “Fruit isn’t labelled, anyway.” He smirked, clearly joking. “Your breath alone could give me cavities. It’s worrying, actually. What the hell is your stomach made of?”
Second Chance
Tucker felt his eyes burn and he quickly blinked a few time. No crying for him.
“Well I think you’re the best.” He stopped scratching his ears and bobbed his nose softly.
Wash blinked, startled, and touched his nose in confusion at the playful gesture.
“Noo. Tuckerrrr.” He insisted, frowning.
His mouth moved as Wash talked, mocking the agent’s whiny complaints… And it would have been great, if his helmet was off. So instead he slipped a ‘blah blah blah’ as soon as Wash finished talking. He bothered to bring him up right? No need to be a little bitch about how you get around after being captured of all things.
Felix tilted his head to look at wash while the med bay doors opened upon their weight being on the doormat in front to the door, medics quickly looking up in question before looking back down as they moved out of the way and just let the mercenary move around as he pleased, they were scared, nothing new from the weakest of the ship, at least when you looked at it in Felix oh so very great 'survival of the finish’ life lifting quotes. Only sad part of dropping off his latest punching bag was that these guys were actually decent and none of that cool 'sadistic psychopathic’ doctor guys like in his favorite comic strips. They are going to metaphorically kiss Wash boo-boo’s better. Thank god they’re not plastic surgeons, the merc still wanted the pleasure of seeing that scar on Washington’s leg after he finally settled in.
“You have an hour.” Felix spoke the order out to the medics while pushing Wash to sit on the cold operating table, looking up at him once seated properly– well, as good as someone who’s bleeding can sit. “Promise to be a good sweet little boy and they’ll give you a sucker, sound fine?” He mocked the obviously older man, patting Wash’s lap before he walked out if the med bay, and yes… He meant to leave it at that weird 'boy toy’ moment.
Wash rolled his eyes, honestly expecting nothing less from the mercenary. Felix had never been sympathetic- or even empathetic, really. The rude comments didn’t bother him as much as the initially had- but that wasn’t to say they didn’t bother him.
The medics hovered nervously, waiting to descend on Wash and his bleeding leg, but holding back- presumably from Felix’s incredibly unnerving presence. The guy exuded ego, power, and most of all, very little tolerance. Chances were the staff knew better than to shoe him away from their new patient.
He grunted as Felix shoved him onto the exam table, thoroughly un-gentle, and shot him a dark glare as his lap was patted condescendingly, the orange traces of Felix’s armor already disappearing through the med bay doors. He considered calling something after him, if only to have the last word, but decided against it. It was better to just get his leg fixed up than to antagonize his captor.
“He’s a real fucking prick, isn’t he?” Wash leaned back on his hands, letting the flock of white coats descend on him. The medic stripping armor and fabric from his leg gave him a sympathetic look, but didn’t say anything.
Sorry about the unexpected hiatus!
Wash disappeared for a while there, and my life got kind of chaotic. But we’re back now. I’m also on @fragmentedtrust (please love Theta). Feel free to like this for a starter.

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Second Chance
“I’m really sorry, buddy.” He kept scratching his ear, trying to get him to relax. “You’re stuck he with me. Though I’m sure you don’t mind.”
A purr built softly in his throat as he relaxed back against Tucker’s chest. With his chin propped up, he stared at Tucker’s face, watching him.
“Llll-ove Tuckerrrr.”
Tucker paused and looked down at him. “…you love me?” He broke out into a grin.
He closed his eyes, still purring as Tucker rubbed his ears.
“Tuckerrrr good......Tuckerrrr, best.”
“You keep saying that,” Wash smirked, eyeing Tucker as he burrowed in Wash’s hoodie. “But here you are, laughing. I’m funny and you know it.”
He squeezed Tucker’s hand back, running his thumb lightly over his knuckles as they walked, slow and languid. Someone brushed past them in a hurry, and he savored the quiet pleasure of having nowhere to be and nothing to do.
“Are chips good enough to satisfy you, or are you going to try to make me eat gummy worms again?” He shuddered at the memory. Corn syrup and gelatin- ugh.
Tucker glanced at Wash with a grin. He had seen Wash smile before but it always made his stomach flip when he knew he himself was the one to cause it. Making him smile was one of Tucker’s favorite things to do.
“What stuff are you gonna get? And you better get junk food. No healthy stuff is allowed.”
Wash glanced at Tucker out of the corner of his eye, smiling at the gentle teasing. He loved the joy radiating from Tucker, something so carefree and genuine that it pulled at his heart in the best way.
“Junk food? Those are the non-organic bananas, right?” A smirk grew across his face, though he tapped a finger on his chin in mock-thought.
Second Chance
“I’m really sorry, buddy.” He kept scratching his ear, trying to get him to relax. “You’re stuck he with me. Though I’m sure you don’t mind.”
A purr built softly in his throat as he relaxed back against Tucker’s chest. With his chin propped up, he stared at Tucker’s face, watching him.
“Llll-ove Tuckerrrr.”
Second Chance
“I won’t leave you buddy.” Tucker squeezed him slightly. “I probably have to put the collar and leash on though….as much as I don’t want to.”
At the mention of the collar, Wash hid his face in Tucker’s abdomen, grip tightening. As much as he hated the collar and leash, he didn’t want Tucker to leave without him.
“I’ll keep the collar loose and you can hold the leash okay?” Tucker scratched the base of an ear.
“I don’t want to but if the wrong person saw you without one…you could get taken from me. Ok? As soon as we get home, it can come off. We can look for a hat and something to hide your tail while we’re out. That way, you don’t have to wear the collar. How’s that?”
Wash peaked up at Tucker again and gave him a small nod. Tucker wouldn’t let anyone take him away. He tilted his head to lean into the ear scritching, a quiet purr building in his throat despite the residual anxiety.

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im so hungry im gonna die
Second Chance
“I won’t leave you buddy.” Tucker squeezed him slightly. “I probably have to put the collar and leash on though….as much as I don’t want to.”
At the mention of the collar, Wash hid his face in Tucker’s abdomen, grip tightening. As much as he hated the collar and leash, he didn’t want Tucker to leave without him.