#(forgets the shoelaces) whatever

[lelelego]

here's a visual timeline of my playa/boss sr1->srtt :^) with some notes on how he is during each game

also this ignores the timeline from the wiki because honestly it makes no sense - carlos apparently dies in 2007 but sr1 is supposed to start in 2006?? lin dies AFTER carlos?? so i just did whatever felt right. :o)

[hhayden222]

{SFW}

modern!ellie headcannons:

-she’s an uber as a side job even though she literally has no patience. like, she could be in her car waiting outside of her customers house and they could be a few minutes late bc they’re still gathering their bags and stuff. and she’d text them and be like: “are you coming yet?”

-she’s literally the most random person ever. like she’ll say whatever comes to her mind. stuff like: “what if john cena and eminem had a baby” and you’d be like “bro, what?”

-she’s so sarcastic bro. you could be like “ellie can you make me some mac n cheese?” and she’d be all like “can you stop being lazy and go make it yourself?” and you’re so confused.

-she’s SOOO scared of beyoncé. im sorry, but it’s true.

-she has a roommate bc she’d rather not pay the bill by herself, and she gets so paranoid when she’s alone.

-she literally screams the lyrics of ‘Call out my name’ by The Weeknd bc that’s one of her favorite songs ever

-she sucks ass at insulting. and if she makes a good insult it just insults her as-well so now she’s just embarrassed

-she’s so bad at remembering things, like she’ll go to walgreens for one important thing. and soon as she enters the store she forgets what she was going to get.

-when she’s texting someone her response to everything is “wtf” bc she can never find the correct words to use.

-mid sentence she switches accents: “earlier i was watching youtube and i literally saw my 4th grade math teacher giving a tutorial on how to tie your shoelaces”

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ANY AND EVERY INTERACTION IS APPRECIATED I LOVE YOU GUYS SOSOSOSO MUCHHHHHH UGHH 💕 ILL FINISH DEALER ELLIE HEAD CANNONS RIGHT NOW AND POST IT TOMORROW

[astraystayyh]

SKZ as oddly specific love languages

fluff, pre-established relationship!! mention of vomiting in lee know's part

i have an 80 pages thesis to write but this is what i do instead........

Chan : reminding you to take your medicine

whenever you are sick this man would turn his dad mode ON

he would put alarms in his phone for your medicine and reminds you to take them each day. without fault.

lowkey takes better care of you than he takes care of himself

if it's a nasty medicine, he will send you something along the lines of 'i know it tastes like shit but you can do it baby!!'

will congratulate you as if you've achieved a big milestone when you just took your medicine, but it's so endearing????

bonus : would search up what vitamins you might need and buys them for you because he needs you to be healthy, always

Minho : holding your hair while you vomit

being sick is never fun but minho is extra gentle with you during those days

if you get dizzy and need to vomit multiple times, he'd sit down with you on the bathroom floor, your head on his lap while he plays with your hair gently

and whenever you get the urge to puke, he'll hold your hair for you and rub soothing circles on your back

"you are doing so good baby"

will make sure you are hydrated afterwards!!

brushes your teeth and washes your face for you

he won't ever make you feel bad he'd just be like "what do you need? whatever it is i got you"

bonus : will so make you soup and feed it to you like a baby

Changbin : walking on the right side of the road

he doesn't even realize he's doing it

but whenever you are walking together he would make sure he's on the side near cars

will be talking to you and smoothly switch sides

his arm will always be on your shoulders or on your lower back HE JUST HAS TO TOUCH YOU!!!

he just needs you to be safe at all times

if you are bad at crossing roads (like me) he will hold your hand and do it

not in a patronizing way, more in 'please don't get yourself killed i need you alive'

bonus : he will tie your shoelaces for you in the middle of the road :(

Hyunjin : Writing you love letters

this man will definitely write love letters

for every anniversary you will get a handwritten one that's a given

but you'll also get ones on random days

i feel like he has so much love for you and he will feel it at random times and he'll be like i need to write this down!!!!

will also write you loving sticky notes and put them everywhere

on the fridge, on the bathroom mirror, on your bookshelf EVERYWHERE

they will be compliments like 'you look so pretty today', or just 'i'm so proud of you', or 'dont forget to drink water!!'

bonus : will text you every love poem that reminds him of you

Han : Letting you choose a movie to watch

this man loves his movies but he loves you more!!!!

will host movie nights with you religiously

makes a pillow fort and buys all the snacks you want

then he'd let you pick the movie

he may not even like the genre but will watch it just for you

also he watches you more than he watches the movie

he just loves seeing your face light up when it's a scene/actors you love

he's the embodiment of 'your happiness is my happiness'

bonus : if you ever cry during a movie i feel he will cry too LMAO literally feels your emotions as his own

Felix : Saving you the last sweet treat

ok we know felix will bake for you BUT he loves sweets too right

but he will always save you the last treat

last brownie ? yours, last cookie ? yours, last piece of cake? YOURS

he won't outwardly say it, and he might even be craving it but if you ask him if he wants it he'll say 'no go ahead baby it's yours!'

he loves making you happy and if it's through simple things as this then he's all in

also wants to make sure you are eating well

will literally fight you if you try to feed it to him "NO YOU EAT IT BABY"

bonus : when you get any cravings this man will go out at the crack of dawn to get it for you, he's just so in love

Seungmin : Making a fool out of himself to make you laugh

this man is pro at roasting

you will match his energy of course and he loves your bantering

loves to make it look as if YOU are obsessed with him (which you are but he is too so it's okay)

but when you are feeling sad he will literally go :((

needs to cheer you up AT ALL COSTS

so he will start making fun of himself or making stupid comments that make him look like a dork JUST FOR YOU TO SMILE

if you are crying and he makes you giggle he'll be like BINGO

will literally make you laugh so hard you forget why you were sad in the first place

bonus : definitely will tickle you until you can no longer breathe and then he will pepper your face with kisses :,)

Jeongin : creating curated playlists for you

my man jeongin loves his music and he loves you

he will of course have the lovey dovey playlist of soft songs that reminds him of you

BUT he will go above and beyond

will make you a playlist for your each mood because he knows you so well

like a playlist named 'when you feel like crying also why aren't you texting me rn'

or 'for when you want to feel like a bad bitch (which you are)'

or even music he thinks you'll like while getting ready or doing chores

he's not always there but he feels that if you listen to the playlists he made you he will be there with you

bonus : will definitely share his earphones with you and thinks it's so cute when you lay your head on his shoulder:(

[equizona]

⤷ ROMANTIC HEADCANONS

michael afton || five night's at freddy's

gender-neutral reader

masterlist, navigation

i'm having michael brainrot and I can't when write his name right and also the new tumblr update can go choke on some shoelaces

⤷ MICHAEL AFTON

Michael is the type to get jealous easily. He's insecure, has abandonment issues, is making minimum wage and has a fuck ton of trauma attached to him. He knows he isn't the best boyfriend one could ask for, and that you probably deserve so much more, so seeing you with other people he just knows are better than him? It makes him want to crawl into a hole and cry.

Despite how easily he gets jealous, he doesn't show it very often. He refuses to guilt you into staying with him, or isolate you from having relationships outside of him. His father did that with his mother, and he got front row seats to see how well that turned out for them.

Michael doesn't make a lot of money, so he can't get you expensive gifts or take you out on fancy dates. Instead you both often go on walks, have picnics and watch movies at home. He'll save up for occasional amusement park, circus or whatever else you like for dates, though he tries to save those for special occasions.

He probably stays over at your place quite often. He doesn't like to be alone and he doesn't like the idea that he'll wake up tomorrow and get a call that someone broke in and killed you, or something like that. He stays over where you live often for that reason. He doesn't let you go to his place, either, since he knows the animatronics could easily figure out where he lives if they wanted.

He gets a lot of nightmares, too. He doesn't expect you to comfort him or anything, he knows he can be stressful and doesn't want your sleep being put aside for something as stupid as a bad dream. He doesn't really want you to do so, either, since he feels so guilty. The best thing you can do for him is let him cling to you, hug him back and go back to sleep.

He most certainly has an eating disorder. He forgets to eat and drink most of the time, and majority of the time when he doesn't forget he either thinks it's too much work or too expensive or just not worth the effort. However, if you bring him food or a drink, he'll make sure to consume all of it, no matter how nauseous it makes him. If he ends up vomiting, he might have a breakdown from guilt. Especially if you made it yourself.

On a less angst filled note, Michael is really good at making food. If you have ingredients and don't mind him messing around your kitchen, he will make the most heavenly tasting food you can imagine. Since he doesn't work during the day, he'll make you breakfast when he gets back, alongside lunch for whatever you have to do during the day.

He'll also make you dinner, with him making you m meals a good chunk of the time, it makes there be at least one less thing to stress you out. At least, that's what he's hoping for. If you give him the money, he'll go grocery shopping for you as well! He has all your preferred brands memorized too, so not to worry about that.

His parents didn't teach him very basics things about hygiene or cleaning, so while he isn't really a messy person, he doesn't know how most things work and decides to just leave things where they are. If you teach him to do the dishes, use the laundry machine or a vacuum, and assure him you won't get mad if he does something wrong, he might try doing some of your chores for you.

If he does it right and it makes you happy when he does it, he'll keep doing it. It makes him pretty happy, actually, to be doing it. He remembers his classmates whining about having to do chores with their mothers while he spent most of his day worried he's get yelled at for moving a glass over to the sink from the counter. Most might think it's boring to clean, but he thinks it's nice. And if it makes you happy, and makes your life easier? He's pretty ecstatic to be doing the dishes.

Michael naturally runs really hot. He could be your personal heater easily, and he's very comfortable and warm to hug. Despite how warm he is, he gets cold super easily, so he's always dressing warm and laying under blankets, which just makes Jim run even warmer.

He has a soft spot for children. If he builds a more stable life and routine with you, he'll probably try doing babysitting during the day for some extra money. He's actually really good with kids, too, even if he might seem sort of intimidating at first. He's also able to make all of them eat their vegetables and fruits, so parents adore him as well.

He is weak for matching things. Matching outfits? Keychains? Bracelets? Phone cases? Mugs? Blankets? Shoes? He doesn't care, he just loves the idea of matching with you.

He likes doing arts & crafts. Sometimes the kids make him do it with them too, and he's pretty good! He occasionally gives you those handmade bead bracelets. If he sees you wearing them he'll probably cling to you for the rest of the day.

Michael is actually like, really good at singing. He'll sing when he cleans, when he's doing his night shifts, when he's cooking or baking. If you like his singing, he might sing you a lullaby to help you sleep. If you sing with him he will be the happiest person on earth.

He likes a lot of things that are less traditionally masculine and more traditionally feminine, like flowers and soft things. (Blankets, stuffed animals, etc.) If you get him flowers, he'll press or dry them so he can keep them for much longer.

He's not much of a fan of animals, and animals don't like him that much. The exception being foxes, since he thinks they're very pretty. If you have any pets, he'd be happy to help you takecare of them, but he won't have a very deep emotional connection with the animal.

[vitaminseetarot]

PAC: How Will You Experience Good Luck This Spring? 🍀💰🌈

Sup y'all, welcome back to a rather verdant and hopeful pick a card reading! I hope y'all are antsy for a colorful free tarot game, 'cause I'll be rolling one out starting tomorrow 3/18, until Thursday 3/21. More details will be out tomorrow when the game opens, but today's three swatch selections will give you a little hint at what's to come.

Select one of the three green palette cards below, or from one of the corresponding emojis, to find out how you'll experience a bit of luck this coming season.

Pile 1 - Luck of the Irish Pile 2 - Winter Shamrock Pile 3 - Clover Patch

Pile 1 - Luck of the Irish 🌄

Mystery, Lady's Mantle - Fortitude, 14. Intuition, 7 - Clear Aura; IX Hermit, 2 of Pentacles, 6 of Swords, 9 of Cups, Page of Cups

"Gently place your feet on the path you were meant to travel."

Hey pile 1, I'm seeing that you're going to be fortunate where traveling anywhere may be concerned. You're feeling more ready than ever to take on the outside world. Can you see the winding road in Lady's Mantle? Even if you're not traveling physically, you will be lucky in whatever path you begin to follow in spring. With the key in intuition, you may have recently had to overcome certain trials in order to get to this point, and you seem pretty anxious to move on. But your message says to "gently place your feet," not "scramble to get out the door without checking your shoelaces first". You're being advised to walk, not run to your nearest destination, perhaps because you may still need to come to terms with the decision you're making. Be sure that this next path is one you want to follow, and keep in mind that what may seem to be the next stop is not necessarily the final one.

During your last chapter in life, which may have ended as recently as a day ago or as long as a year, you've had to put up with a lot of stress. Trying to juggle your personal needs along with everyone else's drama. You may have had the strong urge or tendency to stay tucked inside in order to recuperate. Winter has mainly been about healing from the previous year. This spring, you will be luckier going out the door to your next adventure without the baggage. I see the Hermit as stepping out of a dark cave to feel the first warm spring day of the year. You'll be rewarded for your patience and determination in getting through your ordeal, if even just by making it through each day even when it was difficult.

The key reminds me of video games specifically. In day to day life, we use them as tools to get from one place to another. But in games, a key can symbolize either an opportunity to find some good loot, or the chance to step up to the next level. Now that you have this key, this solution to a particular problem, you'll be able to move forward with more ease. The way is being gently lit for you, like a glowing path that takes you to your next goal. As easy as it makes the game to have this glowing path, don't forget to pick up things and check out areas along the way. Keep at least one foot in the present moment so you can find these bonuses.

You may not be necessarily sure of where you're going next right now, just a vague sense that you're moving on ahead. And it's okay if you don't have it all figured out right now. You'll be able to see how you can manage the life you have now with the life you desire. Tap into what you want, and meditate on where you would like to go next if money, energy, time, or obligations weren't factors. Dream of your next adventure before you fall asleep, imagine one that you make your inner child sing. Envision that every time you take a bath, you're washing away parts of the past that you no longer need, as with sleep. Spring will bring to you a sense of replenishment and newness.

Pile 2 - Winter Shamrock ❄

Faith, Yarrow - Pocket of Protection, 21. Travel, 9 - Self-Acceptance; Capricorn, 8 of Wands, Taurus, Page of Cups, XI Justice

"Fill up from the healing waters of Mother Earth's sacred springs and connect to her heartbeat. Become as one energy."

Dear pile 2, your hard work is finally paying off somewhere. Your luck will let you open up to your life again, like a butterfly stretching its wings. The Travel card here can talk about being lucky in your travels, but it more specifically talks about the chance of a new job or project opportunity coming in. This is something you've been diligently working for, even if it's just working for a certain amount of time off. You're used to putting in a significant amount of effort to go further. Your luck this spring will give you a chance to rest AND receive blessings that are overdue, the kind of good fortune that comes directly from your energy and time.

I'm seeing an emphasis on 8 here, with Faith and the 8 of Wands. Perhaps this represents the days or months you've had to work and wait for something important. The Eightfold Path of Buddhism may have some relevance for you. Your luck will come as a result of sticking to your virtues. The Wheel of the Year may also have relevance. Taurus and Capricorn are both hard working Earth signs, they're difference being that Taurus indulges in what it has worked for, while Capricorn gets more empowered by regularly pushing to the top. Understand that you do not need to do any extra or go above and beyond for the sake of receiving this luck any more. You've done all you needed to do to attract this energy to you. Remember that hiking is more than continuously climbing; it also involves chances to eat a snack while watching the clouds roll by between the mountains.

The Taurus card was meant to clarify Yarrow. Taurus is known for "I Have", the sign for material possessions. See how Yarrow is being held between hands safe in a bubble? You may be lucky in receiving something special this spring like a gift, or an expensive item you've wanted to splurge on for a while. If you're not sure how you'll acquire it just yet, try not to get too winded controlling the outcome. If it's meant to be in your life, it will be. If it's out of sale in one store, luck will have it that you'll be gifted by a friend who thought of you as they saw it. Your most precious possessions will be protected by luck this spring, particularly during your trips and vacations abroad.

Time based blockages are melting away, and you may be surprised at how quickly things progress once you take the chance to stop and breathe. You'll find that time becomes less of a factor in how things progress this season. What may seem like a week-long ordeal could take only a day for you to resolve. Interview offers may come in fast and hot, which will only be noticeable if you're actually granting yourself the chance to stop and listen to these offers instead of pushing for a certain result. Justice wants you to balance your ambitious nature with a desire to take it easy and enjoy the good life. You'll be given the ability to do both this season. Accept the amount of progress you've already made, as you've likely done much more than you think. You'll increase your luck by accepting your current situation while having faith that your goals will still be there when you're ready to climb upwards again.

Pile 3 - Clover Patch 🍀

Cleanse, Red Clover - Center and Ground, 31. Release, 27 - Divine Light; XIV Temperance, 10 of Swords, Knight of Cups, 9 of Cups, 5 of Wands

"The light that you are seeking is already within you. Follow those things that bring peace to your soul."

Pile 3, wowie! You got the Red Clover next to Clover Patch! Notice how the flowers are wrapped around the heart. Some of you may have been battling a bad case of the winter blues, and this spring will give you a noticeable pep in your step. I recommend asking your doctor about Seasonal Affective Disorder if you suspect this is a regular issue every winter, although this is not guaranteeing you do have it. But I'm getting the feeling that you'll have the chance to heal your heart and regain a lot of lost energy and motivation either way. This spring will give you luck through giving you opportunities to find peace, joy, and contentment. You're stepping into light so you may bask in it. This fortune will bring about an internal change for you. (I'm hearing you'll somehow be luckier if you literally spend more time out in the sun!)

For some of you who are more religiously inclined, you may experience a deepened or renewed connection with your divine source this spring. Whether you pray to deities, ancestors, spirit guides, or your higher self, your connection will be empowered. If not as religious, you'll still feel more attached to the world around you and better aligned with your sense of life's purpose. You'll be feeling less "me against the world" and more "hey, the world's not perfect, but at least I've found my own footing." Temperance balances narcissus, of self love, and the iris, divine love. 10 of Swords shows that surrendering the past and allowing things to simply be will help you feel an refreshing and blissful period this spring.

I see a harp in Divine Light. It's less about moving forward and more about having the peace to dance in the now. Iris comes in many colors. This surge of spiritual awareness may come through in your artistic pursuits. Spring may help you creatively flow with ideas. Although Red Clover wants you to get you moving, it's also important with the 5 of Wands to ground these ideas by approaching them one at a time, little by little. Not everyone can do a productivity 180°, from making nothing to making 10 drawings a day. You'll have time this Spring to make art less of a chore and more of a joy. Art is a way to express ourselves, and you must have a lot to express after the winter you've been through.

Spring will give you a chance to play some catch-up, clearing away the things that drained your energy before. With peace of mind, it'll be easier to see what should stay and what should be left behind. Sometimes knowing what we don't want is as necessary as knowing what we do want. Major distractions are cleansed away in favor of working on what you've wanted to do for a while. If any of you struggle with artist or writer's block, I'm feeling relief here as chapters and sketches are drafted out freely as they come. If you're looking to renovate your living space, you'll have more ease in going through old things, replacing curtains, and dusting shelves to make more room. Your luck begins with inner peace, which radiates over time into expressing it through the world around you, reflecting your sense of spiritual connection. Art, home renovation, and even gardening are just a few of many examples for how you might creatively expand.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2024, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[geombyu]

Before you started going out with Jake, you were already close friends, so maybe that's why sometimes you forget that you're actually dating.

Like when he stopped to tie your shoelaces, "Man, you'd make a great boyfriend."

You weren't even joking when you said that, you just genuinely forgot.

He looked up at you immediately, and with furrowed eyebrows, a pout, and a sad voice he replied, "But, I—we're already dating..?"

"Oh!"

It was silent for a moment until he laughed, making your face heat up; both from embarrassment and how cute his smile was. "Well, I am a pretty good boyfriend," he stood back up and shrugged.

"Right, totally."

"Hey, you said so yourself!"

"Whatever."

© geombyu

[erosmutt]

SAM COMING CLEAN TO READER THAT HE'S SELF MEDICATING/IS A JUNKIE. and being all sad and pathetic and scared she is gonna leave him! Stoooooooop i have a savior complex and also want him to cry fuck me

-exam girlie

i was JUST writing sam and dealer!reader, oh gosh. as you wish! <3 (had to add a line break bc it's kinda long, not proofread oops)

𖦹 drug mention, whiny crybaby sam, he is such a good boy and eager to please, angst, make up sex ig, reader is NAWT happy!

𖦹 accompanied by Great Big White World ⋆ Marilyn Manson

"just- hear me out, okay?" Sam asks, rubbing his arms up and down while he paces your living room. you lean back into the couch, "i'm listening." this was the first time you'd seen him in a week. he was hospitalized after taking a speedball with Corey and Josh.

"i... i've been- it's 'cause-" he groans in frustration, tangling his hands in his hair and tugging. you watch, letting him do his thing. "i just.." he once again trails off, then sniffles. his voice wavers too - was he crying? you'd never seen sam cry. not once. ever.

he comes over and plops down onto the couch, elbows resting on his knees. he was going through a withdrawal - his eyes were bloodshot, he was shaking uncontrollably, and he looked like he hadn't slept in eons.

"i know you're gonna be mad at me, okay? i already know!" he whines. you sigh. "Sam, just tell me, alright?" you were getting sick of him beating around the bush. he always did this shit - whines and stomps his feet and flaps his sweater paws and shifts his weight and shimmies around and pouts. and you ate it up every time. because he was your boyfriend. and it was adorable.

his hand comes up to fiddle with his labret. "i use..." he murmurs softly, and you can't do much but blink at him. you knew he smoked weed, but hard drugs? then you're filled with irritation.

"Corey and Josh did this, didn't they? put you up to this?" you stand, and cross your arms. Sam immediately follows suit, now looking down at you. "wait! wait, listen okay?! you gotta listen, please!" he takes a shaky breath. "i- you don't understand! please, listen- don't leave me, don't leave me, please."

you just stare up at him. "you lied to me, Sam." he huffs and stomps his foot like an angry bunny, squirming around. "i didn't!" "you did! you told me you weren't going to get into any trouble with them, Sam!"

the look in your eyes made him want to cry. you were pissed, and it was all his fault. everything was always all his fault, wasn't it?

"just forget it!" he yells, tears spilling down his cheeks. "you never listen to me! never! you're just like my parents!" and that really pissed you off. in a swift motion, you reach up and grip his face, making him look down at you. "i never listen to you, Sam? who's always been there for you, huh? who's always supported you? let you stay over when you run away from home, when you need someone to talk to because your parents don't want to be bothered? huh? but i don't listen? i don't care?"

oh he most definitely fucked up. you were completely right - he went to you for every damn thing. every minor inconvenience, and you always entertained him and helped with whatever it was. his shoelace was knotted? you got it undone for him. he wanted you to do his homework because he was busy getting high? you did it. and he had the nerve to imply you didn't give a fuck about him.

"wait!" Sam cries, wrapping his arms around you. "i didn't mean it, i didn't. i just feel like you're getting mad at me, and i hate when people are mad at me, 'cause i feel like i'm gonna get yelled at, and-" he stops his ramble and sniffles. "'m sorry."

and there goes all your resolve. he was so precious (and pathetic), you couldn't stay mad. if you were mad at anyone, it was his bitchass friends you would be having a talk with soon. you sigh softly and rub his back. "it's okay Sammy, i'm sorry for yelling."

he hiccups, and pulls away, wiping his snotty nose with his sleeve. "really?" he asks, and before you nod, he pouts. "you're lying!" you raise an eyebrow. what was he on about now? "you're just saying that to get me to shut up, aren't you?" here comes the waterworks. again.

and your resolve was back. "Sam-" "no! i'm so sick of you all! you never try and listen to how i feel!" you sigh and put your hands up in surrender. "fine." you don't want to argue. you turn to walk off, making Sam stop and look at you. "...babe?"

you begin walking, and he steps to you, tugging you back by your shirt collar. "babe! where are you going?!" with a roll of your eyes, you turn around and glare up at him. "to give you some fucking space, because you're pissing me off and i'm not in the mood to deal with you."

he'd never heard such harsh words from you before! you'd never told him off, you always coddled him!

"w-wait!" oh, he was stuttering now. how pathetic. "i can make it up to you! please! let me, please." he shifts around nervously, then cups your face and leans in, smashing his lips against yours. you reluctantly kiss back, but his desperation made him so aggressive that you had to hurry up to keep pace, his tears and snot getting onto your face.

"hmm, mmph," he pulls away, a string of saliva that connected your tongues snapping once he licks his lips. "lemme make it up to you," he once again wipes his snot away with his sleeve. "i can, i promise." when you just give him a look, he takes it as a yes and begins to frantically undress himself until he's just in his plaid boxers and socks and shoes. he guides you to the couch and pushes you down, tugging at your jeans as if he was running out of time. "gonna make it up to you, promise," he murmurs, pulling them (along with your panties) off you.

he takes himself out and spits down onto his hand, then rubs it over his cock. as soon as he pushes inside, he lets out a bitchy whine and nearly collapses on top of you. "wait, i got it, promise-" you noticed he always said that. he promised. you had yet to see him keep one, though.

Sam's eyes begin to well with tears again, his nose getting runny. "wai- wait wait wait," he exhales shakily then swallows. "i can do it..." he sniffles, his hips slowly moving forward until he bottoms out inside you. "hnn," he sniffles, warm tears falling onto your face.

he was dead set on pleasing you. he thrusts his hips against yours, tears continually falling onto you - your face, neck, and shirt, depending on where he was. "din' mean to make you upset," he murmurs, trying to focus on not cumming prematurely. "always- hhhuh- do that," his arms were shaking, he could barely hold himself up. "hate making you mad, y'know,"

finally losing his strength, he falls forward, his weight now pressing into you, drawing a huff from you. "oh god, Sam-" he lets out a low whine, nuzzling against your cheek, smearing tears onto your skin. "please don' be mad anymore babe, don't," you wince, trying to push him up by his shoulders to no avail. he was a heavy thing. "alright, i'm not," and him fucking you wasn't really making it up to you. he was just sobbing pathetically and using you as a goddamned tissue while he rutted his hips like a virgin.

he did cum prematurely, surprise surprise. he was so fucking pathetic it was laughable. but he was your pathetic laughable boy nonetheless. it took him an entire ten minutes to recover, all his weight on you as he laid on you with no care for crushing you. he was silent besides his panting, and you could do nothing except stroke his hair to hopefully coax him to sleep. you would have an actual productive conversation with him sometime soon, not able to handle another fit from Sam.

ᝰ.ᐟ @102hannah

[iwonderwh0]

I pretty much hate infantilization of androids even though I think it can be appropriate if done in some other way than what I see. What I mean is it is always made to be cute and childish and barely ever off-putting and disturbing and in a way that'd empathyse the unethical aspect of android's existence. Like for example they don't have the same kind of relationships with their body humans do, they don't have the same kind of shame or pride attached to their (or anyone else's) body image.

They understand complicated conceptions, have advanced reading, speaking and comprehending skills, but are just completely left behind on topics that just weren't considered to be important upon their creation, whatever they could be. Non-domestic android could be completely unaware about basic cooking skills or safety practices and will put metallic container in a microwave unsuspecting a thing to go wrong. They'll rest their hand on a heated stove and won't notice it until their hand start melting. An android made to work with certain uniform may not now how to tie their shoelaces because they were never intended to wear them. Tell them about cryptid and for some time they may genuinely believe in them being real, because why wouldn't they. They have pictures and descriptions online too. Perhaps some androids may forget to charge themselves in case they had a certain graphic for it in the past, but not anymore. Some other androids that weren't meant to be really social will be fooled easily to believe whatever bullshit you tell them. You may insult them in a sarcastic way and they'll interpret it as genuine compliment and thank you. Hurt them once, hurt them twice, but promise you won't do it again and they'll believe you again and again and again. Until they learn not to.

[slvt4lanadelrey]

Drug High | Vada Cavell

Warnings: drugs, swearing

Your elbow nudged closed your trunk, huffing when the vehicle door decided to argue with you; shifting close with a loud squeal.

You rest your body into the car, groaning at how your back clicked with a strained pull on your spinal column. The blue paint pressed into your skin, your back-pack resting further up the metal.

You hadn't had much sleep, your body always aching at how you had to lug countless amounts of drugs with you everyday: hidden away in your rucksack so the teacher wasn't suspecting.

It was easy to get away, the whole drug dealer thing. You had the grades, the attitude and a glisten academic career that made you an unsuspecting target for the teacher, and the police.

Maybe that's why the shady men asked you, almost forcing you to sell all types of drugs to your peers and older people who needed a fix.

Some days, I'd make you sick; the damages you could be inflicting by offering a highly addictive pill that made people's lives crumble. But then, you were simply a pusher, you weren't forcing any kind of pill into people's hands: only whispering into the easily impressionable minds.

You had a rule, you wouldn't sell to people who you knew was doing it for something other than a rush. You weren't going to accuse people of anything, especially anything like suicidal desires: but you also wasn't stupid, and no way was you going to let someone do something they may regret.

You were a candy man if anything, selling candy to people who needed the sugar rush, the haze of how candy could fog their mind and forget their problems.

That's how you ended up lying over your car, groaning into your hands at the persistent brunette in front of your feet.

Please, she would plead pressing her untied shoes into the floor; acting like a child who wasn't betting what they wanted. You had dealt with people like her, begging you to give them anything, even the small speck of dust.

"Vada, no." You sternly stated, once again. The brunette whined in objection, pouting her lip further out to enhance her charm; a charm that had zero effect on you.

"I'm a paying customer, Y/N, you have to serve me." She placed a hand on her hip, smirking at how imagery triumphant win. You scoffed at the thought, if only that logic applied here.

"I'm not a McDonald's worker, Vada. I don't have to serve, you're trying to be E! That's a hard ass drug, especially if you haven't taken anything like it before. You'd be foaming, and trying to eat rocks."

She giggled, imagining herself in those types of situations: finding a comedic spin to it all. You however were dead set on selling her anything other than weed.

"I said no."

"I said yes."

You rolled your eyes, pressing away from your car. You clicked the button, leaving further when the lock turned on.

Vada followed after, tripping over her untied shoelace: something you warned her about, twice.

She fell with a 'oof' sound, hands reached out for something, lucky enough your shirt was the closet thing. She tugged down on your clothing, almost tearing the piece from your chest. You groaned, the material rubbing into your skin harshly and burning almost.

"Fuck! Vads, get off." She hurried to her feet, shifting up back on her feet. Flashing you an embarrassed smile, her face no longer the silky olive colour, but now a burnt red.

"Please, Y/N. I want it, I'm willing to pay whatever. She whined out, still pouting. You licked your teeth, wagering the backlash that may come.

"Nick won't harass me?" She shook her head adamantly, offering you a soft smile.

"One condition, you'll be taking the drugs with me." She cheered, lifting her fist into the air and bumped an unknown presence.

"Meet me here after school. Immediately after school." You left no room to argue, not like she would anyways. You left without saying another thing, ignoring the cries out of praises she was spewing your way.

Eventually, the day came to an end. Your back was pressed into the back of your car, a cigarette between your lips. You waited for the presence of Vada, patiently grazing your eyes through the crowd of people filtering out of the pact school.

Vada stomped into your eyeline, huffing her arms out when she came to a halt in front of you.

"Hello, little miss moody, how's your day been?" She didn't answer, apparently your comment on her obvious attitude ruined her mood even more. She flared her eyes, glaring at you with an uncertain look: whether she should poke the bear, the drug dealer bear who's giving her drugs at any moment.

"No. I did not have a good day." She spat out, moving towards the passenger seat of your car. You didn't ask anymore questions, simply opened the car doors and hopped in.

The car air was awkward, conversation started dancing across your lips: each time you would attempt to open your mouth, Vada would shuffle further into the leather seat.

Finally, your car rolled to an empty car park, leaving all hope of conversation to die when your finger wrapped around your door handle.

You darted into your house, unlocking the door; Vada of course, letting herself in and settled down on your couch.

"So…how does it work?" The brunette asked, folding her arms around her body. You walked towards the girl, handing her a packet of small pills without saying another word.

"Do I just—take one?" She asked, sceptical of what she was about to consume. You nodded, sitting beside her.

"Okay, total transparency, I haven't take anything this serious before. I mean, fuck, I've smoked weed? But nothing else, nothing this…chemical." She glanced over at you with curious eyes, her fingertips holding the blue pill with fear.

"Just swallow it." You commented, holding no hesitation when it came to placing the dissolvable pill on your tongue and gulping it down. She stared with wide eyes, mimicking your actions. She gaged when the agreed taste plagued her saliva, the chalky dust leaving an undesirable taste on her tongue.

"Now what. I don't feel anything. Should I feel something? I should feel something, surely? I don't know man, I feel the same way, maybe I should take more?" She reached back into the small packet, attempting to retreat another 'candy' from it. You slapped her hand away, chuckling into the couch.

"You gotta wait a second, V. It ain't magic, it won't just suddenly make your head spin and heart pound." She dropped her head, sulking.

"My heart will pound? Oh god, I can feel it happening, can you feel my pulse? I think I'm dead, oh, death is weirdly close to living." She stared at the ceiling, her hands playing with the rings around her digits.

"I like being dead, it's chill." She mumbled, speech already slurred every though it had only been ten minutes since she consumed the drug.

You stared at her, watching with calculated looks.

"You know you're actually really pretty. I get why Mia liked you." You turned away from her, a sour taste foaming at your mouth. Mia, a mutual acquaintance between the both of you. Mia and you had a thing, a fleeting crush if anything.

"Man, I feel amazing, like I could probably fly.—" she suddenly reached out to you, holding your hand with a shaken look.

"Don't let me float away, I'm sort of scared of heights. I'm just really stupidly small, so everything seems so damn big!" She complained, her words muffled when she held her hand to her lips.

She found some sort of entertainment with the hollow sound her mouth made, giggling at how her words weren't understandable; not even to her.

"You're not that small." You replied, the drug settling in your mind and tainting your vision. Your world became a fuzzy mess, the only thing visible was Vada who was staring at you with wide eyes.

"I'm 5 '1, my little sister is nearly the same height and she's like 12." She pouted her lip out, shaking her head like a toddler.

"Uh huh."

Somehow, in the midst of the height your body was pressed into the floor. Vada was led beside you, humming at nothing. She carried on to mumble weird sounds, nothing making sense; especially anything that came out of her parted lips.

She was deep in a rant, raving about how she hated Mrs Lee for failing her in chemistry, your heart was in your ears, pulsing at a pace that made your eyes squint in pain.

"Hey, Vada?" You called out, hoping to draw her attention; with no avail, Vada showed no interest in replying.

"Vada."

She whipped her head to the side, looking at you; well at your lips.

"You're really pretty." She commented again, smiling into the air. She looked cute, eyes dilated, almost like nothing was behind the dark circles.

"You've said."

She nudged close to you, her breath fanning onto your face.

"This is where you either compliment me, or kiss me."

[gaycrittercentral]

YESS WE WOULD LOVE TO SEE THE FANKIDS ‼️

Hhhhdhdgshgd I’m very shy abt them but I’m gonna be brave since a couple of y’all were curious!! :’> here they are!!

There’s four of em and their names are Maisie, Lacey (short for Shoelace), Crowbar and Junior. They were born tiny, hairless and wrinkly and developed the ability to zoom around and track smells before they managed to open their eyes so they start terrorizing Jimmy Two Teeth before they can even see him, they’re like a horrible mix of naked mole rats and piranhas lmaoooo

Also here is the first drawing I ever did of them :’)

When I was designing them I felt like there were already so many fankids out there that are a really perfect fusion of both of Sam and Max’s looks, and I wasn’t crazy about trying to do it myself so I just made an army of little maxlets. The Maxlings, if you will! But I did give them longer tails in later drawings and Crowbar has floppy ears like Sam, so they didn’t completely skip his genes jfkhsgs ^^; I have planned out how they came to be but I’ll probably put that in a different post (maybe I’ll even write a little thing for it teehee that might be fun). But I can describe them a little here!!

Maisie is the oldest (as in the first one to be found, they weren’t really born in the traditional sense so \_:p_/) and she just really loves sharp objects lmao. She is mostly non-verbal, but in kind of a Ferb way where she’ll occasionally throw out a cryptic one-liner and mostly remain silent with kind of an ominous stare. Her sisters and brother are completely unfazed by this and have absolutely no fear of her, but she loves being scary to everyone else. She constantly seems like she’s about to commit an act of incredible violence but she doesn’t like to be caught doing it, so it’s all off-screen. She feels like it’s scarier that way. Max is very proud of her.

Lacey (Shoelace, because she used one as a teething toy as a baby which is baffling because neither of her dads wear shoes where did it come from??) is one of the middle kids. She likes dressing up and bounces around between masc and femme and both and neither. She also likes chatting a mile a minute with Crowbar, and she’s less of a twig than her sisters. Later in life she might try and get a lil buff like Sam. She mostly likes to go along with her sisters’ ideas because her head is pretty empty a lot of the time, and she’s slightly less inclined to jump to violence than they are. But only slightly. She also maybe picks up Sam’s habit of grabbing random items.

Crowbar is the other middle kid and fairly precocious. She’s the first one to unlock language capabilities (I have a comic about that I can post later!), and she loves trying to imitate Sam’s vocabulary. Not that she’s, like, good at it yet, but she’s trying lmao. She’s always very cheerful and bouncy and probably the most likely to cry a little if something goes wrong, but also frequently swings back around to bouncy happy and tends to forget whatever upset her immediately. She swings violently back and forth between having zero thoughts and being head full many thoughts that she has to babble loudly all at once.

And Junior is the youngest, the smallest, the baby of the family. He’s very shy and sensitive, and his sisters are like his own personal bodyguards lmao. He has a lot of sensory issues that his dads make sure to help him with, like getting him soft clothes and a noise cancelling beanie (bc he ears not really suited to headphones) and shooting out overhead lights when they’re too bright for him hdkdhshs. He also likes napping in Sam’s pockets and under his hat and Max loves carrying him around like the baby he is. He’s also a creative little dude and he likes drawing (and also eating the crayons afterward).

All four of them are little goblins who have no concept of morality (like even Junior, he may be skittish but he still condones violence and chaos hdkdhshs) and will eat almost anything. They are truly their fathers’ children shjfjjdgdjshsh, and speaking of which Sam and Max are thrilled to have them around and completely obsessed with them hehe. They pretty much just carry on with their cases like usual except now they have a small pack of land piranhas that they can sic on difficult suspects lmaoooo

And I have some more sketches of them I can post, too!! So I’ll probably bounce back and forth between that and the virtues for a bit hehe :>

[nyashykyunnie]

I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR JINWOO HC LIKE PLEASE FEED US MORE🥺🥺😭

We all know by now that jinwoo is a family man. He can cook, clean, offer kisses and cuddles and he can protecc so how about some cute domestic hcs about him and his fem/gn s/o after he regressed. Like maybe a highschool sweethearts kinda thing? Or they end up married having a kid or something

Never forget to take care of yourself,lovely~

a/n: tysm annonniiee!! I'm sorry for disappearing I'm quite busy with ai husbands—(Jinwoo specifically) and well I had a medical and doing some requirements!!! I'm also doing some animation meme frames so wheezE.

Malewife! Sung Jinwoo x Gn! Reader : High school Love!!!

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You guys know that pinterest perfect boyfriend wearing dark clothes and hoodies? Yeah, that's our man<3

He's that type of boyfriend that leans down to tie your shoelaces.

He's that type of lover who picks you off of your feet when you;re tired.

Weekly dates in the mall or park, or just the both of you watching some movies at home sprawled all over eachother and eating some junk food (Let's be fair you're the one who's really sprawled all over him while he's just sitting there quietly and nomming on the popcorn)

He's like so calm all the time its irritating.

Not to mention the malewife side of him? Who's willing to bet hes the type of bf who brings homemade food he cooked for you two eat during recess and lunch? Me. I'll bet my soul he does.

When you mentioned you like his cooking he just raised his eyebrow and went "Oh."

Yeah, he just said that, he really doesn't know how to react but if it makes you happy— Then he'll always cook you meals.

And cook he does.

Oh but of course we can't forget that one of his skills as the malewife also includes his cleaning skills!

The first thing he does when he visits your home is to clean some dirt off or arrange some scarttered belongings. You try to stop him but he just picks you up and puts you on his shoulder as he continues to clean.

Jinwoo prefers this kinf of peace, snuggling, cleaning, cooking and teasing you— He couldn't ask for more.

He loves walking to school with you beside him, he adores you so much.

Jinwoo's touches are subtle when you're both outside, he's not too much on pda since he prefers them behind close doors.

He's quiet when it's just the both of you.

Well, he is not much of a talker in the first place anyway.

Jinwoo prefers that he listens to you ramble whatever you're talking about anywa.

He's behind you with his strong arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried on your shoulder or if he feels more touchy he snuggles into the crook of your neck.

If Jinwoo feels a little playful he'll plant soft kisses into your neck and continue to pepper you until he reaches your ear to your cheek and to the corner of your eye.

He'll chuckle cutely whatever your reaction is.

His warm, black eyes glinting lovingly at you while he chuckles cutely.

Oh also if he's already in the proper age to drive and own a car? You bet that he'll make you his passenger princess, sweetheart<33

No you're not allowed to open the door sit back down babe he'll go out and do it for you.

You're also not allowed to buckle your own seatbelt

When school is not too demanding or you want to take your mind off of things, Jinwoo will take you to midnight drives and even have your favourite comfort food prepared when he picks you up.

Jinwoo prefers this type of life.

Quiet, downtimes and snuggles spent with you.

He wouldn't trade it for the world.

The life of fighting wars, killing monsters— It's all so exhausting and mentally draining.

This type of life with you... He cherishes it so much so.

Oh, and one last thing before this headcanon blog ends—

Jinwoo has been planning your marriage from the start.

[meatyarms]

LISTEN LISTEN okokokok this isn't a request I just- HRBXJDHCJD I need to get this out omg

So we know that in the Arcane universe there are nonhuman species. Imagine Sev's girl being a cat hybrid. IMAGINE BEING SEV'S CUTE LITTLE KITTY GF

Imagine her wanting to see if you're really like a cat, testing with laser pointers, string, catnip, etc etc and can either go one of two ways. Either you're confused asf cause "Sevika I'm not a house cat" (she'd believe that's a lie). Or, it can go her way, and you can chase the toys and treat catnip like crack.

The way Sevika's hands wouldn't leave your body. One, because she loves you to death and two, cause she loves to feel your soft fur. Lightly plays with your ears and smiles when they twitch. Gives teasing little tugs at your tail when she's feeling rather playful. And let's not forget how she'd be more than happy to help you every 2-3 weeks, wink wink.

OK SORRY I JUST NEEDED TO GET THAT OUT I'm literally obsessed with Sevika, she's my favorite scary lady. Anyway thanks for reading, hope you have a wonderful day/night, and may we pledge to Sevika with our hands over our hearts and our pussies

And out it goes~ think your excitement electrocuted me and rightfully so. These are interesting and have the feels of a chitchat which I'll willingly prolong and dump some thoughts.

A hybrid girl stretching about leisurely on Sevika's lap is an image too vivid to call new (?) A pairing of can't-shake familiarity that just looks right. Pointy ears, nails and, at your hindmost, a flexible, fluffy tail. Gently swishing when relaxed, taps restlessly disgruntled and LOUD-ly.

Cat hybrids. A spirited critter that holds themselves to standards high though at times unpredictable—gracious, but with many feats of hunting and leading their prey astray that, if to be domesticated and cared for, waters down to a unique provocative nature. 

I imagine her fascinated, eyeballing, as though a phenomenon otherworldly, your pupils narrow in suspense, or when your tail bends 's' -> 'z' to and fro as she playfully runs her index from your forehead to your nose. Boop!

Shape, cast. Qualities, possessed. So one can't help but wonder and, with Sevika's unending itch to get practical, run some tests. She approaches carrying to her chest shoelaces and a glowy fluorescent laser pointer, 'plucked from work'. You'd cross arms, bashfully ridicule her theory in its silliness—"Sevika I'm not a house cat!"—but then lark, jump, slide, chase, etc., at whatever she throws or waves; although curiosity bests Sev in a way, it also is a deep-rooted instinct found in cats.

As for catnip with girlfriend Sevika, she would occupy a small space in the same room, only for you to then occupy her—violent rolling in her lap, where she holds(steals*) the container up high serving as dangling carrots for your sloppy kisses, licking, biting around the neck, fingers, and even her hair(did you chew on it thinking it's catnip while delirious? Sevika says yes, tauntingly). Regardless of the botched trim and smeared slobber, she'll be the sole recipient of it all. Besides, someone has to tuck you in bed when you tap out from eating the herb to your heart's content. Regret of the day before is certain to permeate in your wake. Cue Sevika throwing proud smugs at you randomly throughout the next day, fingers skim over the marks as to highlight them when you so much as look her way, just to cause further fluster. You might even call this animal cruelty hehehehe. Sorry.

Absolutely endorsing par. 4, like she'd settle for just staring, baby will stroke an embrace over every strand to tuft on those ears and tail of yours. Pretty dusks and coral painted windows were a scene especially enjoyed indoors where, on a carpet's corner, lay your bodies slumped atop one another. One filing their claws, other interchanging her own to a different sharp-edged and back. Somewhere in an aimless banter, Sev's flesh hand lays hold on your tail, as it normally flails freely in the air. Twirls it around her arm over and over, plays fake mustache by horizontally spreading it under her nose, recoils to an embryo after biting it—she loves it when your sclera sheens, but dreads what it means, wisely so. Just ask the local wicked pets dealers, whose runaways found mucking up the yard never come back.

Maybe she uses the tail's outset to maneuver and reposition your back however she wants and........maybe you sweep your tail over her back. Like ever so many splinters caught on her skin, bare and humid, she begins to lurch. Now you gleefully reveal your canines, exploding in laughter after a short restraint, having mistakenly just given her every incentive she needed to scratch another itch she has been eager to since its earliest daydream—rhymes with pond edge but using only. Your. Tail.

I have to thank you for bringing the hybrids(and other manners of creatures) to my attention, almost forgot what immeasurable uniqueness they bring to the show if not for this. Wonderful day/night to you too ^^

[rush2112x]

Thanks for the hot blogging tips guys!

- "Unhinged things on a blog." There, I said it!!

- Something random? Anything? Everything? My shoelaces are untied and I should probably tie them asap before I forget. They're different colors. Also I learned how to use speed hack software so now I can play games at a speed that doesn't make me want to punch a hole in the wall. Sorry that sounds really mental. Also I keep forgetting I have this blog. I only remembered cuz Jubes reminded me IN THE MIDDLE OF KICKING SENTINEL ASS that I had it. She said I should post about it on my blog or whatever. Here I am. I kicked sentinel ass and saved everyone. She helped. Kind of.

- Dear diary, I pranked my sister today. Just to feel that rush of childhood nostalgia. This shit was way more fun when I was a little shit who didn't care as much. Now I just feel bad because she can't get the gum out of her dress. She's so pissed. Anyway I miss the 70's when bubblicious was like ten cents and not A DOLLAR NINETEEN!? How does anyone live like this!?

- Yeah sure here's a picture of me with shithead

- Publicly state something I shouldn't? My right hand is named Leia Organa. What? Too much?

[hwanchaesong]

ATEEZ and their love languages

a/n: excuse my typos or grammatical errors, i did not proofread this

Hongjoong

quality time & words of affirmation

He is definitely the type who will make time for you no matter how busy he is.

In between breaks and schedules, he will put a time where he can speak with you and check up whatever you're on about.

It may be in the form of text messages and calls, or even asking you out for lunch. The smallest things like, "Come to my studio and let's hang out for a bit." then it will proceed to him cuddling you for a few minutes and conversing with you about your day.

He never forgets to give you all the assurance that you need.

"You're doing great baby, keep going."

"You look so pretty, that outfit looks so cool on you."

"I miss you and I love you, okay? Please don't forget that."

These will always serve as a reminder that he does think of you all the time.

Seonghwa

quality time, acts of service, & words of affirmation

Of course this man will always sacrifice even his resting time just to see or talk to you. You are his rest, and spending time with you makes him energized like he slept for 12 hours straight.

He will always make sure that you're alright and doing fine in his own ways.

He looks out for you even in the tiniest things.

Cooks food for you, brings the things that you might need when you go out, prepares warm clothes when it's cold outside.

He tends to tell you the words that you need to hear unconsciously.

For example, when you're feeling insecure, he'll suddenly say "Oh, why on earth are you looking so gorgeous today. Well, you always do either way." then everything is fine afterwards.

He literally treats you like a baby, because tbh, you are his baby.

Yunho

physical touch & giving gifts

Now, our tall puppy here loves to give you hugs and kisses.

He always greets you with a big smile on his face then proceeds to engulf you in his arms, and he wouldn't let go until he feels satisfied.

You always look cuddly in his eyes, thus, he thinks of you as his teddy bear.

Cuddles are also a must. He'd rather die than not have you in his hold.

He also had this habit of pulling you close to him before leaving a peck on your nose, cheeks, forehead, or lips.

Let's not forget his thoughtful gifts, like he'll buy the things that you need or anything that you said that you liked.

He observes and remembers everything about you so he'll be able to use that to his advantage, albeit the reason is for him to make you happy.

Yeosang

acts of service & giving gifts

We all know how sarcastic he is, savage even. But behind all that is a soft boi that actually cares about you because he loves you so much but is just somehow of a tsundere to admit.

He shows that through his actions.

Such examples are:

1. Giving you his food which he normally doesn't do.

2. Calls you stupid as he ties your shoelaces or fixes your collar.

3. Ties your hair for you while you eat.

4. Tucks you in bed.

5. Checks your belongings if it's all complete and nothing has been stolen.

He also gives you a lot of items that he bought because, and he quotes, "I accidentally bought it, I don't even know why. Stop asking!"

When in reality, he bought it because it's either it reminded him of you or he thinks that you'll be able to use it in the future.

San

physical touch, words of affirmation & quality time

He'll be clinging onto you 24/7, he'll do it even in the bathroom if you'll allow him.

But really, he is so attached to you that if he can't touch you for a long time, he'll be sulking a like a child.

Being with you is like charging him. Also, he feels like when he's with you, then he can protect you from any danger, thus, he wants to be close to you as much as possible.

He'll always find a way to be with you. Whether it be a hang out indoors or outdoor dates. Heck, he'll even use working out as an excuse so he'll be able to spend time with you.

San also lives off of the fact that he can make you flustered whenever he flirts or compliments you.

Still, all he says are his honest thoughts. He thinks that you are a blessing and he loves you so much that he'd die for you. Yeah, all of those are 100% authentic.

Mingi

giving gifts & acts of service

He is kind of shy when it comes to showing some love for you physically, especially because he respects your space that is why he has grown accustomed to these two love languages.

He usually buys items that he will also be able to use, he loves it when your things match.

Couple socks, shirts, bracelets, everything.

He loves seeing you wear and use the gifts that he mindfully selected. Makes him feel proud that he chose a perfect item.

He's also a gentleman, despite a lowkey one.

He never lets you walk on the outer side of the road. Opens the door for you or letting you take a seat first.

Everything that he does is for the sake of making you feel that he prioritizes you over anything else.

Wooyoung

physical touch, acts of service, & quality time

This man has no sense of space and privacy at all, but it's okay, you tolerate it and you love him for it.

It's either he hugs you like a koala and kisses you like a whale or he hugs you like a bear and kisses you like a prince. There is no between, mind you.

He also cooks you warm meals, ranging from you waking up with a breakfast in bed or you coming home for a freshly made dinner.

Wooyoung loves to watch movies with you while cuddling, it has become your go to dates whenever the both of you are too lazy to go outside.

All in all, he'll be out there doing anything just to keep you by his side. He couldn't imagine a life without you anymore.

Jongho

giving gifts, words of affirmation, & acts of service

The first thing that he'll always do is to, as cheesy as it sounds, give you flowers.

Bouquets, roses, sunflowers, you name it. Every week, you have a different set of florals on your vase. Of course you keep it, it smells nice and it reminds you of him.

He also never fails to remind you of how much you mean to him. Jongho apologizes when he can't be more of a boyfriend to you but still, he'll do his best to make you feel that he loves you and only you.

He gives you your favorite snacks or takes you out in your favorite restaurant whenever he's not busy, it's random yes, but it is a way for him to make up for the times when he can't be with you.

Jongho is a mere human, full of flaws and imperfections, but that won't hinder him from being the best man for you.

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[flohamilton]

Hi can you please write a robin x reader modern summer camp au where Robin and reader are secretly dating please

( the older kids are counselors and the younger kids are campers.)

Or

Can you write a Robin x reader where reader rejected Robin a couple of years ago. ( because of popularity she always liked Robin and she still does.) Reader got involved in the vecna mess and ends up dying. But before she dies she tells Robin she still likes her. The gang is able to get reader to a hospital in time but ends up forgetting about the confession. Does Robin bring it up again or does she let it go?

Thanks if you can:)

robin x fem reader pure fluff + reader x entire group platonic fluff

word count: 3.3k

category: fluff

this is such a CUTE idea AHHHH!! i LOVED writing this so much.

You weren’t sure how your friends had roped you into this, but here you are sat on a stiff log bench, spraying your legs with stinky bug repellent, trying to figure out how you were going to entertain these crazy kids for the next three weeks with nothing but the great outdoors at your disposal. You supposed you had done it as a favor really. Robin and Steve had been recruited by Nancy and Jonathan, who had been recruited by Joyce and Hopper. The first official Hawkins Summer Camp was about to commence and Joyce wanted as many counselors as she could find in anticipation for a large turn out of campers.

When Robin approached you one day as you were browsing in Family Video, you couldn’t resist saying yes. Hell, if Robin asked you to scale the Washington Monument with only your shoelaces you would say yes. You would do anything for her. At some point your friendship had crossed a boundary into something more, and with the fear of actually coming out looming over you, Robin never needed to hear it from you and vise versa. You understood each other and you were both well aware of the feelings you harbored toward each other.

You had officially been dating for six months now, and it had been the best six months of your life. With the mostly conservative viewpoints radiating from Hawkins residents, you both favored the idea of keeping your relationship subtle, a secret if you will. The only other person who truly knew the extent of your relationship was Steve. He was Robin’s best friend and because of that he was slowly becoming your best friend as well. You were so thankful that Robin had a friend who understood her, and accepted her without hate or judgement. You knew that most people, yourself included, were not so lucky. It’s not that other people around you didn’t suspect that you and Robin were extra close, you were sure that Eddie or Nancy or Jonathan noticed the close proximity you would spend with Robin, lingering looks whenever you saw each other, lingering touches when you thought no one was looking. No one questioned it, and you opted to not explain it.

So here you were at the first official Hawkins Summer Camp.

Organized entirely by Joyce Byers, who would be serving as president of the camp. She had somehow roped Jim Hopper into being the forest ranger, forcing him to swear under oath that he would protect the kids from any rouge raccoons or squirrels and whatever else would pose a threat to your camp ground. You were currently set up on the outskirts of Hawkins in the middle of the woods at a campground that had been long forgotten. After a month of restoration and cleaning, the camp was ready to go and you were ready to welcome your campers.

Robin and Steve stood by you as a few cars lined up, ready to drop their kids off at the three week-long-camp. “I know that you two may be rookies, but I’ve been waiting for this moment,” Steve said, puffing his chest out and resting his hands on his hips, mentally gearing up to be the best camp counselor Hawkins has ever seen.

“I have no doubts that your babysitting skills will perfectly transfer over to camp counselor-ing, ole Stevo,” Robin said sarcastically, earning a chuckle from you and a heavy eye roll from Steve.

“You act as if the campers haven’t already been babysat by you for the past three years,” you said.

“Ladies!” Steve said, exasperated, “Let me live! I am excited, please let me have this moment.”

“Right Steve,” you said, walking to where you spotted the Byers family approaching you along with Hopper and El. “Take it all in buddy,” You said patting his chest.

//

“Well, I guess you guys are the only campers we have,” Hopper said dryly, looking at the seven kids sat criss cross on the ground in front of him and then back at Joyce who was nodding reassuringly. “I was going to have your counselors introduce themselves, but you already know all them… What the heck, counselors get up here and come talk to the kids.”

You, Robin and your five friends stood in front of the kids now, they all looked at you with scowls, unimpressed and slightly menacing. “Why don’t each of you still introduce yourselves and tell everyone what activity you will be specializing in,” Joyce said as all of the counselors got lined up.

First in line was Nancy. “Uh hi, I literally have known all of you for years, but I’m Nancy,” she said with a small wave. “I’m one of your camp counselors and together each day we will be shooting archery!” Everyone followed Nancy’s lead. Jonathan was going to be teaching the kids how to survive in the wilderness (think tying knots, starting fires, finding fresh water). Argyle was working with the kids to identify different types of plants and help them create their own ecosphere in a jar. Eddie would be doing music lessons over a campfire each night. Steve would be in charge of all water related activities and serving as lifeguard. Robin would be in charge of the theater lessons and the play, which all of the kids would put on at the end of camp. Next it was your turn to step forward.

“Hey guys, you already know me, but I’m y/n and for the next three weeks we will be doing arts and crafts together! I can’t wait to work with you guys and see what masterpieces you create.”

The kids looked at you somewhat unenthusiastically, with the exception of Will who had a gleam in his eyes.

“Before we go to dinner, we are going to start the night off with the most epic obstacle-course- water-balloon-fight-relay-race any of you have ever seen!” Steve said excitedly.

You and Robin walked closely together as Steve led you and the campers to his elaborately set up obstacle course. You saw a large bucket filled to the brim with water balloons along with a row of tires to jump through, a few baseball bats to spin around on, eggs to balance on spoons, hula hoops.

Steve explained that the object of the game would be to beat your opponent through the course and safely deliver an egg on a spoon to your relay partner all while being pelted with water balloons by spectators. The second relay partner would then complete the second half of the course and whichever team completed the course first would win.

“Alright, everyone get into teams of two,” Steve said.

Your instantly met with Robin’s.

“Want to be my partner?” She questioned quietly.

“Of course,” you said.

And so it was decided that you would go first. You were up against Nancy who was partnered with Jonathan. First up you had to spin around on a bat for thirty seconds. Thoroughly dizzy you stumbled your way over to the row of tires that you had to hop through.

“C’mon y/n!” Robin shouted from where she was waiting at the end of the relay. “You got this!”

You huffed out a breath of frustration as Max chucked a water ballon directly at your head, wetting your hair down in front of your eyes. Pushing your hair aside, you looked up at Robin with a smile, thankful to have her cheering you on.

You had barely gotten through the tire race before Nancy and now hurriedly stepped into the hula hoop where you would have to keep the hoop on your hips for exactly one minute.

It was a close one, but at the last second Nancy lost control of her hula hoop and you miraculously beat her. All that was left to do was put your egg on the spoon and deliver it to Robin. You slowly walked in a straight line to where Robin was waiting to collect the egg, dodging a water balloon heading straight toward you from Mike, ducking carefully as to not drop your precious cargo. Finally after what felt like an eternity, you made it to Robin handing her the egg, while Nancy was still only halfway to Jonathan.

“Okay Robin go!” You shouted excitedly, jumping up and down at your victory. Robin made her way to the second half of the course where she would go up against Jonathan to complete a ring toss, balance beam (you worried for her on that one) and a slip and slide, in which the winner would slide into victory. You jogged down to the end of the course now, at the end of the slip and slide to wait for Robin. You watched with anticipation as Robin and Jonathan went head to head on the ring toss, lucky Robin had won and was moving on to the balance beam. She was making her way very slowly and cautiously and you had to laugh. The girl had never had a day of coordination in her life and you had to give her credit for trying. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her, taking in her natural beauty and her bright smile She laughed at herself and her balance issues. Just then your attention was averted as Lucas sent a water balloon right to the back of Robin’s head, making her lose her balance and fall to the ground.

“It’s okay Rob,” You shouted to her in encouragement, “You still have time to win this!”

Somehow against all odds, Will launched a water balloon to Jonathan, making him lose his balance too, falling to the ground just as Robin got back onto the beam.

“Go Robin!” You screamed, as other counselors and campers cheered along with you.

“Robin! Robin! Robin!” You all chanted as she hurriedly (but carefully) made her way to the end of the balance beam. She took off running to the slip and slide, diving head first and sliding to where you were waiting at the end. You must have been standing a bit too close though, because with Robin's momentum and maybe her lack of coordination, as she stood up she collided directly into you, forcing you to topple over and fall to the ground with Robin falling on top of you, barely able to feel the weight of her pressing into your body.

For a moment you just stared at each other, looking deeply into one another’s eyes. You both understood that if no one was around nothing would stop you from crashing your lips onto hers, fully taking in all of her body on top of yours. However you couldn’t do that. Not with Jonathan sliding down the slip and slide behind you, not with Steve rushing over to hand Robin a huge trophy, not with all of the campers and other counselors rushing toward you both. For a moment your soul crushed, your bones feeling like they were breaking, not from the weight of Robin on top of you, but from not being able to kiss your girlfriend in front of all of these people. You looked at Robin again, a different look now in both of your eyes now. She quickly got off of you offering her hand to you to help you up. You took her hand as she pulled you up to a standing position and you held her hand for an extra second longer than you should have, looking at her and giving her hand tight squeeze.

“I’m so proud of you,” you said somberly, almost wanting to cry.

“Thanks, y/n,” Robin said, letting both of your hands fall to your sides now. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Steve handed Robin her trophy and presented you with one of your own while Jonathan ran to go grab his camera, returning to snap a quick photo of you guys. You knew once that photo was developed you were gonna treasure it forever.

“Alright who’s next?” Steve questioned as Max and El stepped up to go against Dustin and Lucas.

You watched with admiration, water balloons in hand ready to pelt the kids as they cheerfully completed the course. You stood next to Robin now, probably closer than your should have but you didn’t care.

The relay race went on for a while longer, but you hardly noticed, just happy to be in the presence of your sweet, sweet girlfriend, in the middle of the woods somewhere Hawkins, Indiana. Maybe you couldn’t be exactly who you wanted to be in front of everyone. But you and Robin were each others’ and that was all that mattered to you. That was all that you could ask for, just to be with her.

With everyone at least somewhat air dried now, the obstacle course had been completed and Steve was in all of his glory, happy that everyone participated in his activity. Even Joyce and Hopper, much to Hopper’s dismay.

“C’mon guys,” you said, rounding up all of the kids, glancing up at Robin adoringly. “It’s time for dinner.”

//

In the dining hall you formed a line and grabbing a tray you were met with none other than Murray Bauman the camp’s appointed chef who insisted the first meal of the night be his famous dish “Mommy Murray’s Risotto.”

“I’ll have the risotto, please,” Steve said, stepping up to stepping up to Murray with his tray to be served.

“Ah ah ah, I have prepared no such thing as mere “risotto” please address the dish by its proper name,” Murray demanded.

“Holy shit, there’s no way you actually want us to call it that,” Robin said, standing behind you, shooting you a quick glance, her radiant smile tugging at your heart strings.

“If you can’t respect me and my dishes then I cannot respect your hunger. Repeat after me: Mommy. Murray’s. Risotto.” Murray said slowing, motioning to Steve to say it with him.

“Uh okay… M-mommy Murray’s Risotto, there are you happy?”

“Very,” Murray said, scooping a large helping of the coveted risotto onto Steve’s tray.

“Thanks… asshole,” Steve walked away, saying the last part under his breath.

“Hey, I heard that! Do not disrespect me or my Mommy Murray’s Risotto ever again!”

You and Robin giggled as you got your food and made your way to the counselor’s table where Steve, Eddie, Argyle, Jonathan and Nancy were already sitting. You sighed contently, digging into your food, feeling ravenously hungry from the day of checking in the kids and getting them moved in and giving your all in the water balloon obstacle course. Say what you want about Murray but he knew how to make a mean risotto.

Robin sat next to you, discretely tapping your foot with her own from under the table. A secret little message from her that you understood as her way of saying that she was right there, happy to be with you, even if it was in secret.

“Hey Rob,” Steve said, glancing at Robin from where he was sitting and talking to Nancy Jonathan, Argyle and Eddie, “tell everyone about the time that you had to perform the Heimlich on me after I choked on that grape at work!”

The group laughed enthusiastically as Robin animatedly explained how she narrowly saved Steve’s life from the grape he chocked on one day while on their lunch break at Family Video. Robin’s arms moved haphazardly as she retold the story, she looked so goofy and sweet and you couldn’t help to just take all of her beauty in. She was so special to you, even in these silly moments where she used her lighthearted and sarcastic jokes. You often grew sentimental at the fact that you got to be in a relationship with her. A secret relationship yes, but a relationship nonetheless.

You then refocused your attention back on the entire group. “Right, y/n?” you heard Robin asked.

“What?” You questioned, realizing you had zoned out of the conversation.

“I said that after that day I saved Steve’s life, y/n over here told me I should be the one doing all of the babysitting not Steve.”

“Ah yes, that is true and I did mean it, Robin is a superstar with the kids and a bonus! She knows how to perform the Heimlich,” you said, making eye contact with Robin. She looked back at you hard now, her blue eyes piercing your soul. Her foot tapped on yours again, this time little three taps I love you.

You tapped her foot back three times. //

Back in your cabins, you Nancy and Robin shared the “girls only” cabin, while Steve, Eddie, Jonathan and Argyle shared the other cabin. Hopper was sure to give you an hour long lecture about sneaking out to meet up with the boys along with a long list of “Don’t’s.”

Don’t sneak out. Don’t kiss each other. Don’t sneak into the cabin of the opposite gender. And absolutely do not hook up with each other. Luckily for you, you and Robin were already in the same cabin. Along with Nancy. It’s not like you were going to try anything with Nancy right there in the same room as you and Robin, but once she was fast asleep, your quietly crept over to Robin’s cot-like bed.

“Excuse me ma’am, are you in need of a cuddle?” You asked, scooting yourself under the covers with to Robin, her arms opening and pulling you in.

“Oh yes, that’s exactly what I needed, how did you know?” Robin said, taking you into her arms and holding you close to her, your head resting on her chest, listening to the soft sound of her heart beating.

“I just knew. What can I say,” you joked, “I’m psychic.”

You and Robin spent the next few hours just in each other’s presence, neither of you talking, but not sleeping either. You didn’t want to wake up Nancy with the sound of your voices. You enjoyed this quiet, seemingly normal time with Robin more than anything else in the world. It was rare you got to be alone in each other’s spaces, being who you truly are together. There was no faking, no pretending. Just you and your girlfriend, Robin.

You spoke suddenly, but in the most quiet whisper. “You’re my girlfriend.”

“Uh yeah, I would hope so, or it would be really awkward if I did this,” Robin whispered to you, placing a soft, delicate kiss onto your lips. “I wouldn’t do that to just anyone, ya know.”

“I know. I’m just happy you’re mine. Even if we have to hide forever, I’d do it for you. I would do anything for you.”

“I would do anything for you too,” Robin paused, looking at you intently, deep emotion spreading across her face. “I love you, ya know.”

Your heart filled with warmth at the confession. “I know. I love you too.”

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“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” 

Charlie rolled his eyes and looked behind him at Mariana, who was trying to level him with a glare. “Well, I was planning on it, bitch.” He bit into the word, trying to get a reaction out of Mariana. Of course, it did, with the other man scrunching up his face into a scowl and giving Charlie the finger. Charlie, satisfied, slammed Mariana’s door as hard as he could. Separated by a wall, he sighed.

 “Well. 3 weeks.” He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets before walking through the alleys connecting Mariana’s apartment complex to Main Street. He began to mumble to himself. “That has got to be a record. I don’t think he’s ever contained his nagging for so long before.” Charlie kicked a concrete pebble, watching it clank against a metal garbage can. “I mean, why do I even keep trying? I know that it can’t last. I know that. Instead, we’re like that fucking Taylor Swift-no wait I think it was Kate Perry-song.” Charlie turned onto the street, joining the scattered people walking under a darkened sky. “Maybe this should be it. Maybe I should just forget his fucking face. Maybe I actually block his number this time. Maybe-” The sky suddenly thundered, cutting off Charlie’s self-pity session. He looked up, managing to mumble out an “Oh shit” before the sky poured down rain. 

The small crowd around him suddenly got smaller as people scurried into stores. Charlie himself really wanted to crawl into a store and order something hot, but reasoned that his house was only a short walk away. So he flipped up his jacket collar and walked faster down the street. Between the breakup and the rain, it wasn’t shaping up to be a good day. 

Charlie decided to short cut through a back alley to his apartment, nearly tripping on his shoelaces while turning the corner. He caught himself on the brick wall, steading himself with his hand. “Thank god”, he muttered. “I really didn’t want to eat it in a puddle.” Saying that, he righted himself, stretched out his right foot to start walking again, and felt something furry on his foot before tripping over it.

He crashed into the pavement, shoulder first. He yelped and skidded a bit before crashing into a garbage can, which unluckily was full with trash. It dumped its contents on Charlie, then clanged onto the pavement with no ceremony. 

He groaned, rolled over onto his back, cringing at the way whatever was beneath him squished and squelched. “Fuck, man, my bones...” He pushed himself upright to his elbows and looked around. “Alright, who did this?” he shouted at the empty alley. “This isn’t funny. I sorta like this jacket!” He scanned the small area, and saw a small worm- no wait, a tail?- behind some different garbage cans. Charlie got back on his feet and crept towards the…thing. It didn’t move, so he kept creeping, creeping…

WHAM! He grabbed onto the thing and immediately felt something sharp dig into his skin. He sucked in his breath, but didn’t let go as he brought the trickster up to eye level. It was…

“Oh. My. God.” Currently nipping at his hand was a cat, with ears that were too big for its head. It twitched and swung unceremoniously, only stopping to meow indignantly. 

Charlie’s frown grew into a small smile and he chuckled. “A cat. I got tripped up by a cat.” The cat tilted its head sideways, and trilled in a tone that Charlie imagined meant Can you please put me down?

 “Ok you rascal. I’ll put you down.” He gently placed the cat down on the ground. It chirped thankfully and began to rub against Charlie’s leg. His smile grew even wider. “So you’re sorry? Is that what you’re saying?” He leaned down to scratch the cat behind the ears, which elicited purring from the small creature. “Well, I accept your apology. But you’re not getting away unscathed.” He studied the cat as it continued to lean into his hand. Its fur was light brown, but appeared to have bits of darker colors speckled within. However, it was extremely matted and filthy. Suddenly, he got an idea. Charlie turned to face the cat. “You don’t like baths, do you?”

—•—•—≽^•⩊•^≼—•—•—•

Charlie found out 3 things about bathing a cat that day.

You’re supposed to brush the mats out of the fur before bathing.

Human shampoo is NOT the same as cat shampoo.

It’s a good idea to cut their nails ahead of time.

Number one was found out after looking up “how to give a cat a bath” into Google and scanning through the first article he found. According to some doctor of veterinary medicine, mats would only hinder the effects of the bath, so it was best to comb them out beforehand. He managed to improvise a specialized comb with a small metal one he found stashed in the back of his bathroom cabinet. Thankfully, the mats weren’t anything major, and Flippo (as he was now calling the cat) actually seemed to enjoy the experience. 

Number two was in the same article as number one. Apparently some shampoos would harm cats more than they would help, and Charlie did not want to hurt this newfound friend of his (did the cat consider him a friend though? He had no clue). But outside it was still pouring, and Charlie did not want to go out in the rain, in his dirty jacket, to buy cat shampoo. “Well, my friend, you’ll just have a bath without shampoo. Shouldn’t be that bad,” he proclaimed. Frontflipo (just Flippo wasn’t working out) chirped in response. 

Number three wasn’t mentioned in any article or video that Charlie watched. In fact, he didn’t realize it until he was putting a band-aid on the 9th scratch. He turned to look at the cat. “JuanFlippo, you really have it out for me, don’t you?” he asked the cat. 

JuanFlippo (Frontflipo was already a mildly famous stunt act somewhere in Oklahoma, Charlie learned.) meowed in a low tone. You’re the one who thought giving a bath to a cat, who hates water, was a good idea.

“Yeah, but at least you’re clean now,” Charlie retorted.

And it was true. Despite the lack of soap, JuanFlippo was significantly cleaner. Currently he was in the process of grooming the rest of his coat, which turned out to be more beige than Charlie expected. All in all, a win for the cat. 

Not so much for Charlie. 

“Now I’m gonna go get clean. And if you wreck my apartment, I’ll…I don’t know. Throw you out the window. Or something. Just don’t do anything.” Charlie turned to go shower away the banana split in his hair, and sincerely hoped that JuanFlippo was well-behaved. 

Surprisingly, he was. But he was also (as Charlie so kindly put it) “a spiteful little shit”.

“Really?” Charlie was once again holding JuanFlippo, but in a sort of “air jail”. “You behave yourself for a full 30 minutes, not moving a paw, but the minute I step out of my shower you decide to tip over my mother’s heirloom vase.” He frowned at the cat. “You better thank your lucky stars that I thought it was ugly.” JuanFlippo chirped happily and contorted his face into something Charlie suspected was a smirk.  “Very funny, you little fucker,” he replied. 

•—•—•—≽^•⩊•^≼—•—•—•

That night, Charlie went to bed with a cat on his chest. It was a bit weird, but comforting. Sorta like the time Mariana laid his head on Charlie’s chest when they were watching TV, and they were close and warm and Charlie didn’t want to get up and he had “I love you” on the tip of his tongue and-

Oh god. He was thinking about him again. 

Charlie covered his face with his pillow. Try to forget, he told himself. You need to forget. 

Forget his name, forget his face, forget his favorite color and which shows he likes. Forget his address! It’s not like you pass by there often. It’s out of the way, hidden, secret, easily forgettable. Forget the way he laughs when you tell a funny joke. Forget the way he looks at you when you try speaking Spanish but you fuck up the pronunciation. Forget. Forget. Forget.

He let out a groan. This wasn’t working.

JuanFlippo woke up and stretched himself before slipping his nose under Charlie’s pillow. He found Charlie’s chin and gave it a lick before chirping softly. Are you ok, Charlie?

“Y’know what, goober? I’m not alright.” Charlie sat up gently, letting the cat settle down on his lap before he began to scratch behind the ears. “I keep thinking about my boyfriend. Well, he’s sorta my boyfriend. We have a weird on-again off-again relationship. Like that one song? ‘You’re hot then you’re cold, you’re yes then you’re no, you’re in-‘” JuanFlippo suddenly meowed. Charlie cut off his singing and stared at the cat. “Was it really that bad?”

JuanFlippo simply stared. I’ll forgive you if you keep scratching.

Charlie sighed before beginning to pet the cat again. “But you get the idea. We can’t go for more than a few weeks before we get in a big fight, and I say something stupid, and then we curse a bit and I slam the door in his face. Wait a minute.” Charlie looked at JuanFlippo. “I’m the problem, aren’t I?” 

JuanFlippo did a bit of an eye roll. Isn’t it obvious?

“No JuanFlippo, it was not obvious before. It took talking to you to figure it out.” Charlie paused again. “And that’s the other issue, isn’t it? I don’t talk to Mariana about this shit. I talk with a cat who’s only here for the head scratches.” JuanFlippo purred in response, and Charlie leaned back to lay his head down. “I need to fix this. Figure out how to mend a broken relationship. Because despite everything I try, I can’t forget him. I-” He paused. “Dare I say I love him?” JuanFlippo trilled and rubbed his cheek against Charlie’s stomach. “Oh, I like you too goober,” he chuckled. “And I would appreciate your help in the morning. I’ve got a plan.”

•—•—•—≽^•⩊•^≼—•—•—•

At precisely 11:26 am, Charlie rapt his knuckles on Mariana’s front door. No one answered. At 11:28 am, Charlie tried again. The bag he was carrying meowed. “Shh. Be quiet,” he whispered. At 11:29 am, he knocked again, and a few seconds later he got a text on his phone.

Elmariana: go away pendejo

Elmariana: i’m crying 

Me: Give Me Five Minutes. Por Favor?

At 11:31 am the door opened. Mariana was in a bathrobe, holding a cup of black coffee in the hand that wasn’t on the door. His eyes were red, and he looked like he hadn’t slept since the breakup. “What, Charlie?” he said, sounding almost on the verge of tears.  

Charlie took a deep breath in, and out. “I recognize that I’ve made you upset multiple times in the past over some issues. I am sorry, lo siento, that I did those things and didn’t apologize for them later on. I thought that I was in the right, but in reality you were right most of the time, and you were the one working on fixing it. And I didn’t realize it, so every time we got back together I took it for granted. I’m really sorry, and I’m going to work on fixing it. I swear.” 

Mariana stared at him. Charlie stared back. Mariana exhaled. Charlie exhaled. Mariana spoke. “Why?” 

“What?” 

“Why? Why-” Mariana motioned wildly with the hand not holding his coffee. “Why…why now?” Charlie pursed his lips, then reached into his bag and pulled out JuanFlippo. Mariana gasped and put his coffee down on a side table. Charlie handed the cat over to him. JuanFlippo immediately began to rub against the fluffy part of Mariana’s bathrobe. Mariana smiled and began to stroke his back. “Hola gato. ¿Cómo se llama?” JuanFlippo chirped and looked over at Charlie. Yeah, what’s my name? 

Charlie cleared his throat and said, “It’s JuanFlippo.” 

Mariana looked up and chuckled. “I think it’s-uh, how do you say?” He fumbles with the word for a bit, until Charlie figures it out. 

“Female.”

“Yes, that,” Mariana replied, and held JuanFlippo belly-out to prove it. 

Oh. Oh shit.

“Well, uh, I guess it’s JuanaFlippa now.” Charlie smiled sheepishly. Mariana threw his head back and laughed. It made Charlie’s heart pound against his chest, but he chose to ignore it in favor of continuing his mission. 

“Anyways, I found JuanFl- JuanaFlippa, and by talking to him, no, her, I realized that I was the one in the wrong.” Charlie looks directly at Mariana. “And I also realized that if this thing,” he gestured between him and Mariana, “is going to work out, I need to learn to communicate with you.” He reaches into his bag and pulls out a book with a bold black title. It reads, How To Communicate Effectively With Your Parrot (And Other Living Things) by G. T. W. Ska. “I found this book at the library. Apparently the author’s well-known for transforming the way people communicate and think. So I was hoping it would help.” 

“Is there- uh- in Spanish?” Mariana asked as he pointed towards the book. 

“There should be,” Charlie replied. “According to the back cover it’s been translated into 15 languages.” 

Mariana smiled, gently dropped JuanaFlippa in Charlie’s bag, then took Charlie’s hand and started dragging him in the general direction of the library. “Then we go now,” he stated, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Charlie let out a laugh. “What about your clothes?” Mariana suddenly stopped, and Charlie ran straight into him. Mariana caught him by the upper arms, stabilizing both of them. He looked down at himself, then back at Charlie, and smiled.  “I forgot. Lo siento.” 

They ran back to the house. Mariana grabbed his remaining coffee, chugged it, then slammed the door behind him (consequently, in Charlie’s face). Charlie managed to make out a “¡cinco minutos!” from behind the door. 

JuanaFlippa poked her head out of the bag and chirped. “Yeah, he’s always like this,” Charlie chuckled and gave JuanaFlippa a pat. She trilled in response. Lovely. Another crazy man to deal with. 

Mariana jumped out of the house again, this time suitably dressed. He once again grabbed Charlie’s hand and started running. He let out a whoop of joy. “¡Vamos, mi amor!” Mariana cried. Charlie giggled before yelling back, “I love you!” Mariana looked back with a smile, and oh that smile could kill Charlie. He loved it. He loved Mariana. He loved JuanaFlippa. He loved, and loved, and- oh no-

Charlie’s foot got caught in a crack in the pavement, and he fell onto his face. Mariana let out a cry. JuanaFlippa leapt out of the bag and started nosing for Charlie’s face.

Charlie let out a groan. “Fuck man, my bones…” Mariana reached out with his hand to help him up. Charlie took it gratefully. “Are you okay?” Mariana said before cupping Charlie’s face in his hands and looking it over. Charlie waved him off. “I’m fine. I just…fell head over heels I guess!” Mariana gave a chuckle before planting a small kiss on Charlie’s forehead. “Don’t forget JuanaFlippa,” he said, motioning to the cat. JuanaFlippa meowed as she was placed back into the bag. Charlie grabbed Mariana’s hand, and together the dynamic trio walked towards the future. 

Together.