[I almost feel obligated to write something of Ellis killing things to somehow regain his masculinity. XD FLUFFY VENTFIC ABOUT ME NOT BEING DEPRESSED ANYMORE AND IT DAMAGING MY ABILITY TO WRITE.]

Ellis’s gray eyes were glazed over, lashes half-lowered over his unseeing gaze as he lazily slid the calloused line of his thumb over the dully glowing screen of his phone, scrolling through the plethora of blue-framed questions that ran page after page in his inbox. He was in bed, slumped back against Keith’s taller frame as the redhead’s quick fingers chattered across the keyboard of his laptop; the bedframe was cool against their backs, the trailer’s air conditioning cranked to soften the lingering bake of Georgian summer still holding on to the blue hush of evening.

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[Part of the ongoing series of plot updates for hell-of-a-con/hell-of-a-hick.]

It was early in the morning, a light sheen of mist still clinging to the dew-glistened grass and drifted back from the street entirely; Ellis yawned as he stepped out onto his porch, the muddled gray of his eyes searching the fog in old habits that clung loose to him like a shroud of half-memories. He’d only taken the time to ease into a pair of loose jeans and throw one of Keith’s shirts on, the crumpled fabric of the long sleeves still rolled at the elbows; it was just enough to stave off dawn’s slight chill, a phantom body warmth to the shirt where it fit okay in the shoulders and draped loose everywhere else.

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For those of you who don’t know, today was my girlfriend’s birthday; she runs hell-of-a-con, hell-of-a-hick, and hell-of-a-keith. Tonight and tomorrow I’ll be taking prompts for the pairing of her Nick (con) and Overalls (hick.) The prompts can be anything from requests (“bondage in the garage,” “nick cooking for ellis,” “fight over such and such”), to a line of lyrics to inspire — whatever floats your boat. I’ll answer every single prompt left in my box before 1 am central time (hour and a half from now!) with a 5 sentence drabble. Believe me when I say: load this sonofabitch up.

“Yer burnin’ up, shortcake,” Keith said with syrup-thick sympathy, fingers previously pressed over his lover’s sweat-clammy forehead sweeping up to push tangled curls away from Ellis’s pain-clenched eyes. Keith had stood in the hall as Ellis heaved, patiently ignoring the chunky splattering noises until his shortcake had mumbled his name; the younger male had only just ceased throwing up, groaning miserably as he clutched the toilet bowl, cheek pillowed by the seat and lips still slack with uneven breaths taken with considerable effort. Keith sat behind the brunette, letting Ellis’s exhausted frame lean back into his chest while Keith petted his face and stomach in gentle adoration.

“Tell me uh story, babe?” mumbled the younger survivor in a soft, raw-voiced sort of chuckle, finally easing up entirely to be cradled back in Keith’s arms, letting his untamed hair brush against the underside of Keith’s chin. 

“Yeah, a’course, darlin’,” the guitarist assured his lover in an affectionate drawl, long fingers smoothing over Ellis’s over-warm skin just beneath the hem of his t-shirt, letting the rise and fall of his chest ease Ellis into steadier breaths as well, “I ever tell yew ‘bout th’time…”  

As some of you have been made aware, there will be a two month event of near-daily plot updates mostly involving Nick and his Overalls. This will be made in the form of drabbles, fic, or completed roleplays and will be posted at 1 PM Central Time on Nick, Overalls, or this account. 

This post will serve as a nice, clean roundup of events, with completed days linked and days where nothing is scheduled bearing a strike-through.  

May

27 28 29 30 31

June

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30

July 

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

11 12 13 14 15

(July is not fully fleshed out hence the sudden cut-off.)

Fuck you, if Twitter can do it, so can the l4d/2 blogs. I’ll do two or three a week, tagged under “content: pimping” if you want to flag it on TumblrSavior. 

May 25 Follow Fridays

“How the fuck did you get me into this Ellis?” “Hehe that’s easy Batnick!! Cuz I won the bet!” (source)

• Because it’s an absolutely hilarious concept and both have adorable art, you should check out the ask blog duo Batnick and his sidekick Aylusbird. 

“Colonel Sanders the Cradle Snatcher. Sounds good to me. Wait a minute whilst I spread that around.” (source)

• For fantastic Zoey characterization and interaction (Kat’s had a blast already), go have a look at AskZoeyL4D. Seriously. She’s hilaaaar.

The garbled screams of the infected followed them as Ellis tore down the tracks, cracking the butt of his freshly emptied shotgun into the contorted faces of the common infected that came at them from all sides, crawling along the coaster’s support beams and scrambling along its slated curves. Lily kept at his heels, ducking around his legs to avoid dribbling mouths and scraping nails. When he’d clear a gap, he’d hoist her up on his hip, breaking through it and running for as long as he could manage before they swarmed again.

A heavy breeze rustled the thickly leaved trees hemming in the towering, lighted fences surrounding the coaster, the churn of dark clouds on the horizon breaking in several places to let dark, gray-streaked rain shower in the distance. They could smell its fresh, almost metallic tang on the wind, the air dense with the hair-raising approach of lightening, jumping through the clouds like a crackle in a broken lightbulb, quick and promising darkness. 

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“Done yet, Lissy?” questioned the six year old as the vivid midnight of her eyes kept rapt pace with the movements of Ellis’s calloused fingers, the bright glow of a flashlight in her hand matching the one clenched in his teeth as he worked under a rumbling hunk of machinery. 

Wires and bolts and some other metal things she didn’t recognize were scattered around him, a manual opened to one of its dog-eared back pages detailing maintenance and repair with a lot of big words she couldn’t even sound out. Occasionally Ellis would shuffle out from beneath his cavern of loose wires and read over a few lines, or he’d ask her to stumble her way through it, the smooth gravel of his voice accompanying hers from beneath the machine when she faltered on a syllable. 

Ellis grunted, pulling a wrench so hard his bicep bulged beneath the grip of his black sleeve, and something clicked and spluttered noisily. 

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Escape ain’t really th’word Ah use for it, tuh be honest. Sumtimes folks jus’ need uh break from stuff, ain’t like runnin’ away… runnin’ away means yuh won’t come back, an’ Ah ain’t never run from uh problem unless Ah figgured out it wudn’t mine tuh deal with… *Chews at the inside of his cheek* That kinduh happens uhlot. 

Me an’ Keith skip out awn work sumtimes when there’s been uh coupleuh rough days in uh row, mostly from magic anons ‘er stuff we can’t control, an’ he’s always real’ good ‘bout dotin’ awn me if Ah’m down. *Rubs at the back of his neck* M’learnin’ tuh do th’same fer him. 

Sumtimes Ah git restless, so we go sumplace.

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Ah got awl kinds! Fishin’, campin’, dirt bikes, cookin’ out an’ picnics, goin’ tuh concerts, Fourth uh July parties, festivals, goin’ swimmin’ in th’river, fillin’ mah tank up with gas an’ drivin’ til Ah run out an’ then doin’ ‘er goin’ tuh whatever’s around when Ah putter out… *Grins broadly* Adventures, man! Summer’s fer lovers an’ discovery, righ’? 

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“Well, mah horoscope said Ah be led tuh do summin adventurous,” noted the brunette with raised eyebrows as he ducked his face, taking the head of Keith’s cock into his mouth with an appreciative groan for the bitter drip of precum waiting in a precious bead of eagerness. The redhead’s lanky frame was slumped against the dense bark of a thick-trunked, low-branched tree, a plethora of untamed bushes and draped curls of gray tree moss hiding Ellis’s crouched position from the rest of the sunlight-drenched park and its afternoon visitors. As the younger mechanic set his tongue to motion, lapping silent praises along the strained veins lining the underside of his lover’s dick, Keith delved his fingers in Ellis’s swirled curls, knocking his cap to the vivid green carpet of grass and drawing the survivor closer to his groin as he swallowed around him in noisy, eager gulps. 

“Damn, shortcake,” Keith groaned, his voice tight and low with need and necessity both, eyes sliding shut after a quick glance to ensure none of the other wandering couples or hipster college kids had taken note of the men in the bushes. “Fuck,” he added in an unsteady combination of demanding and pleading, and Ellis smirked around his mouthful, promptly beginning to bob his head in quick, efficient cocksucking that nearly buckled Keith’s knees by the time the redhead was flooding his little lover’s mouth with the bitter spurts of release.  

Ellis’s knees dimpled the surface of the taut black sheets, spread wide to allow ample room between his thighs as he arched the peach curve of his ass up in a gesture of obedience; his wrists were bound and resting at the small of his back, forcing him to pillow his cheek on the mattress for support. His lips parted on a soft moan, lashes falling low over the storm clouds of his eyes as Keith adjusted the dial on the vibrator he was easing Ellis open with, working the brunette’s insides with knowledgeable twists and dips that had his boyfriend lowering further to rub his chest against the bed and tug at the little clamps the bassist himself suggested. 

“Goddamn,” sighed out the younger mechanic, jolting when Keith angled the conservative little vibe - the same modest-sized black wand they’d been using for months - and a bead of precum welled to the head of Ellis’s ringed cock; they’d gone with the pliable, somewhat ridged design, the simple and rather thin ring gripping only the base of his length itself. “Okay, okay, Jesus Christ,” Ellis grunted in somewhat of a growl, tension in the smooth muscled glide of his back as he arched his lower body higher, “Fuck me already, babe; yuh been teasin’ me fer like uh hour now.” 

Keith’s answering chuckle was full of promises of new methods of teasing, but he pulled Ellis’s hip down regardless, holding the squirming brunette in place as he eased the vibrator almost entirely free and better positioned it to allow the very head of his dick to nudge against his lover’s loosened entrance. El groaned low again as his redhead pushed forward, the width of his cock in tandem with the vibrator’s still trembling length wedging him wide and forcibly spreading his insides with every additional inch. 

“Shit,” ground out the survivor through clenched teeth, sparks of heat behind his eyes as his dick leaked freely, breathing now just something that happened to other people as Keith redefined his insides to be all his own, “Gawd, babe…” 

[Content warning for piss.]

It was one of those rare mornings where Ellis - nearly always rising hours before Keith - had gotten tangled up in his thoughts and missed the opportunity to wake Keith himself, the alarm rousing the redhead from the comfort of their shared bed. He was in the shower when he heard the unpleasant err and his lover’s subsequent complaints, Ellis pulling the sheer plastic curtain aside to holler “m’in th’shower, babe!” before his boyfriend could question his whereabouts. 

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[I couldn’t for the fucking life of me keep this to five sentences. Whoops.]

They’d been friends for around two weeks when Keith first agreed to head to an arcade, the two making their way through the swarms of freckle-faced boys with armfuls of tickets and the gaggles of aloof teenagers huddled around the classics with headphones obscuring the younger crowd’s noisiness. There were four air hockey tables in the back, some of the only non-ticket-dispensing games in the blue-lit building besides the claw machines; Ellis bounced on his heels as he took his place opposite of the redhead, leaning low over the air-swept surface with the circular paddle clutched firmly in his right hand. 

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