Only Lovers Left Alive

[meme_maid]

ONLY US ( shipping meme ) In a more normal time, this person would never be your type, if you even had one. But these days are nothing like "normal" in the least. The world, as it was, has ended, after all. The means don't matter: fire, ice, apocalyptic continent shift, zombies, despotic government that makes you wish for the former. All you're left with is the ashes of our former world and danger at your tail because you, lucky you, have survived. Having your pick or your type is a luxury you don't have; even if you did, it would be an extremely low priority. As such, this situation, this relationship with this person hardly started out with any romantic intentions. It may have not even begin friendly. You came together out of necessity in order to survive, yet things got dicey as you learned to rely more and more on each other. When both of you feel as though you've lost everyone who'd ever been important, human contact is taken where you can get it. The more you rely on to watch your back, the more you rely on them for mere survival, the more you begin to rely on them for everything, in a way. While what you have between you started differently, it's grown and changed into something you can't describe. Still, you hold on for dear life, because even if you don't want to live for yourself anymore, you owe it to them to survive. This isn't love. It isn't healthy. It's codependency, probably, but it's a way to live. What if they're not as much of a survivor as you, though? What if they're weak? What if you are? ...what if you lose them like you've lost everyone else? HOW TO PLAY Comment with your character and preferences. Reply to others. Plan something out or just wing it!

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Rey | SW:TFA | OTA

[thesefirststeps]

steve rogers | mcu | ota

[abide]

[ open to cross-canon, assumed CR & AUs. good with civil war spoilers as well! ]

Esther Loveless | Original

[lessthan_loveless]

Party Poison | Danger Days

[injectablefame]

[starjet]

Codependency is an apt word to describe everything going on with their crew. There's always been that level of dysfunction between each of them, how they'd pulled together and lost the ability to trust outside of the group. They were completely insular in all ways that count; even each time they took a friendly step outside of the crew there was a wariness.

It should have come as a surprise to anyone that things could get heated between them.

"Those aren't your pants." His barely given a glance to Party on awakening, attention instead on checking out the window while he gropes for gun instead of clothes. It's a compulsion, nowadays. "Don't make me try to fit in your's."

[injectablefame]

Practically raising his brother has left Party with very little room in his heart and very little trust for anyone else. He'd adapted to Jet and Ghoul by some miracle, though, and the Girl had been easy as pie to care about. At some point when he hadn't been looking they'd become family, too. He doesn't overthink it, because he tries not to overthink anything these days, but he very much doubts that there's room for anyone else anymore. Four plus Baby equals a family. They don't need a single other person in the world. Everyone else lets them down, anyway.

"Tempted to make you try just to see." He wiggles his hips in Jet's pants and moves to look out the window over Jet's shoulder, pressing up against his back like an obnoxious, sweaty barnacle. "Sharing's caring, fucker."

[starjet]

He'd never had anyone else before the boys, before their child. Not in any way that counted. There had been no ability to care about anyone else in the City and it took a long time to develop that once he found himself in the sands. Even as fiercely as he loved them, it had been hard earned and not a journey he cared to repeat. His number may be small, but most days Jet felt too old and to tired to ever fall out of the pattern they'd grown into. Take care of their girl, take care of the boys, take care of Party; the simple priorities he lives by. Anyone else would just complicate things.

"You'd be the one havin' to show off those pale as fuck legs when I bust 'em." He thinks about swatting Party away. As early as it is, the heat is already oppressive, and while he may not be a stranger to the other man's sweat skin, it's far less interesting when he wasn't the one making it happen. But Jet's grown used to the touch starved nature of their crew and gives only a weak pinch at Party's side in feeble retaliation. "Sharin' and stealin' are two different beasts, P."

He doesn't see anything on the horizon and the only sounds are of life happening in the front of the building. The quiet, muffled noises of the rest of their family moving around, no alarm needed. For the moment, things are as calm as they can ever be for them, and Jet can be content with that. The fingers he'd used to pluck at Party's skin, settle there instead. A careful brush against the mark to soothe it, as gentle as he ever let's himself be.

[injectablefame]

Party knows, of course, that the reality of no pants out there isn't just about showing off legs, but some extremely painful and damaging sunburn. He's seen it happen to other people and when they're lucky, it's a few days of pain.

He squirms at the pinch, but doesn't even try to get away. The sensation's almost nice. He's probably a little broken, but they all are, he figures, so at least he's in good company. Sometimes it's just nice to feel anything other then sunburn or laser beam.

"Lookin' like the same beasts to me." As he starts to wiggle again, Jet's pants slip down over his hips a little and, yeah, they're pretty dangerous without a belt.

He ducks his head with a wicked grin and bites at Jet's shoulder just hard enough for him to feel it.

[starjet]

"They would to you, ya lil' thief," he says, a little affection leaking in his voice. Jet leans against the windowsill, smiling about the squirming creature at his back. He can feel the fabric scraping, slipping against thighs and he snorts, rubs his thumb over the retreating waistband. He has half a mind to push at them, get back what's his, but Jet only slips a few fingertips in under the fabric, runs his nails gently over Party's hip bone.

There's a sharp intake of breath at the bite, quiet as anything but audible in the relative silence of the room. His grip on Party's hip tightens in response, pulling the other flush and nails digging in for a moment. Jet could push him away, spare his skin the imprint of teeth marks. But they both know he doesn't mind it, not really, and he's used to Party's sharp edges in every way they come. If anything, the grip on Party is only a sign of encouragement rather than reprimand.

"Lose your chew toy, P?"

[injectablefame]

Jet's nails on his skin have Party biting down a little harder than he meant to for a moment. It's hard not to let a touch with that much intent have an affect on him and he finds that he doesn't really care to pretend that it doesn't. Jet is strong and while Party's scrappy enough to get out of most holds, he really doesn't mind letting Jet manhandle him a little closer. He's probably the only person Party trusts enough to allow that.

"Uh-uh. Goot it right here." He playfully gnaws at the mark, hiding his grin against Jet's skin.

Kobra Kid | Danger Days

[goodluckkobra]

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier | MCU | OTA

[winterssoldier]

[good with civil war spoilers!]

Mavros Shahrizai | Kushiel's Legacy | M/M

[mavros_shahrizai]

[If you wanted to spend the apocalypse with the flirtatious class clown who never shuts up.]

Rupert of Hentzau | Prisoner of Zenda | OTA, M/M for shipping

[rupert_hentzau]

[Charming, amoral, and secretly a romantic. Great with a sword... for the apocalypse.]

Seth Gecko | From Dusk Till Dawn (The Series) | M/F for shipping

[darknstormy]