#blocked because im not having a back and forth with a loser like this but

[irithnova]

You're a weirdo, no wonder you think like this

me looking at the aph siberia tag

[freak-accident419]

“Hachi Machi!”

Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

Summary: After coming back to 2017 from ‘69, Josh realizes that his and Tiger and Wolf’s interference made some ripples in his timeline, such as the gun hanging in his parent’s house, the Blapple, Ray disappearing, and ultimately Dr. Kronish working alongside Stu Camilo. He’s relieved to know that you are still his partner in this timeline, but when one thing leads to another, he discovers one small change about you.

Word Count: 2.2k

Content: 18+ smut, MDNI, more plot than porn (not very descriptive), takes place during S01E04 im pretty sure, gender neutral reader, penetration (no genitals specified), slightly ooc josh, reader has a tramp stamp

(A/n: I know that in this same episode Lyle introduces the phrase ‘hachi machi’ to Josh after these events, but fuck it. The pacing’s a bit bad, I’m tired, but I hope you enjoy regardless :) you can interpret what the tramp stamp is of, personally, i would go with the dragonfly, what about you guys?)

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Josh was exhausted.

Utterly exhausted.

From going to 1969 and trying to cock block Dr. Kronish, desperately finding ways to spare the man’s life to seeing his colleagues dismember his biotic co-workers and throw them in possum incinerators, it seemed as if he’s never gotten a break. And to top it all off, Tiger kicked him off the team, making him feel useless and loser-like all over again.

There were several ripples that he and his team had caused: Kronish and Stu were now work partners, the Blapple was created because Josh left his phone in the past, Ray no longer worked at Kronish Labs, and his parents now owned a gun that hung on the wall. And so, the first thing he checked ever since he got back was making sure you two were still together—and you were.

You were still on his phone lock screen, except it was with his Blapple (Black Apple) Phone, you still had your sweet back-and-forth texts, and in his gallery, there were several photos—and maybe even new ones—of you together. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw this.

Being upset from how the entire day went led to Josh eating cereal alone in the kitchen. With everything going on, he barely had any time to see you, and you were even busy with your own personal stuff as well. However, a knock on his door made him perk his head up, raising a befuddled eyebrow, and walking towards the front door, opening it to see…

You.

“Y/n?”

***

It’s been less than five days since he’s seen you, but this was the first time he’s seen you ever since he fucked up the present by fucking up the past. Thankfully, you remained the same as if nothing happened, and most importantly, Josh was still your boyfriend.

“You look like a sad, wet cat, dude,” you say as you lay with him on his bed, stroking his soft, brown hair. After he finished his cereal downstairs, you two went up to his room and found yourself cuddling with each other on his bed. “What’s up?”

He frowned as he went completely limp in your arms, enjoying the warmth and comfort that your body offered. He really needed this. “As I said before, it’s—it’s really hard to explain, Y/n.”

“Okay, right, but you haven’t answered my texts. I’m worried about you, Josh,” you confess, continuing to caress him gently.

Oh shit, Josh thought. He hadn’t have gotten used to the features of the Black Apple—or, well, Blapple—yet, and forgot that he even had it on him at times. And with everything with trying to ensure that Tiger and Wolf won’t kill his boss, he has been very, unfortunately preoccupied to remember to text you back.

“I’ve been really, really busy, babe, I’m sorry I never got the chance to text you back,” he replied shamefully, though feeling too calm in your arms to feel really anything else.

“Hey, don’t apologize for that, okay? Now, tell me what’s been going on with you. You can be real with me. Work? Your game? Family issues?”

“Sort of, um… It’s—It’s really hard to explain.” There was a look of bemusement and mere stress on his face, making you feel really bad for him. There was so much that he’s seen in the past few days (such as his colleagues killing or hurting nearly anyone in their way) that you didn’t deserve to be dragged into.

“You know, what, just… We don’t have to talk about it right now if you’re not ready. Alright? Just know that I’ll be here the entire time, and I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk about it. Okay, Josh?”

He was so damn lucky to have someone as amazing as you.

“Okay,” he says, his deep brown eyes looking at you, with his sweet, endearing smile that you always loved seeing. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Y/n, you really don’t know how much I appreciate it, I love you.”

You grin, placing your hand gently behind his neck to cup it. “Of course, baby. I love you too, okay? No boyfriend of mine is going to radiate sad, wet cat vibes while I’m here,” you giggle, finally pressing your soft lips to his.

The kiss was warm and affectionate, as always, and to Josh, it felt like home. It felt like he never even left to go to 1969 with the characters in his video game. It felt like he never witnessed them chopping up his biotic coworkers. He was just back at home, with you, when everything made sense.

You sensed that the kiss progressed however, with his tongue shoving past your lips to meet with yours. His hands are placed to cup your jaw and the kiss deepened.

“Okay, why do you keep insisting that I’m a sad, wet cat? Like, what does that even mean?” Josh chuckles in the kiss, his lips, however, not separating from yours.

You laugh softly and look deeply into his eyes. “You look like a cat that’s been left and drenched in the rain, like completely soaked, and your sad eyes are like… big sad brown eyes that those cats have, or something. I don’t know how else to explain it, you looked like a sad, wet cat before!”

Josh smiles. He missed this so much. He missed you so much.

“Do I still look like a sad, wet cat?” He raised an eyebrow.

You scoff playfully and smirk. “No, more like a… a pathetically horny cat.”

“Why am I still a cat in this?”

“I don’t know, you…”

“’Cause I think I resonate more with—“

“Oh my god, wait, that’s it! You’re a cat in heat!” You exclaim in realization.

He opened his mouth to reply, but paused. “Well, male cats don’t—“

“Yeah, technically, male cats don’t… You know what, doesn’t fucking matter,” you grin, pressing your lips to his once more.

Josh giggled in the kiss as he rolled on top of you, moving his lips and tongue roughly with yours. “I missed you,” he says, pulling his shirt off, then helping you with yours.

“I missed you too,” you reply breathlessly. You hoped that this moment would distract Josh from whatever he was going through, and hoped that he would tell you soon enough what it was. But time travel would be very difficult to explain.

By now, you two were completely naked against each other, holding one another, making out lustfully. Josh broke from your lips, just to press soft kisses on your neck, letting his hand move up and down your waist in the process. You let out small pleasured sighs, letting him kiss from your collarbone, throat, jawline, to your lips once more.

With his other hand, he briefly stroked his cock, until he finally began to ease into your entrance, the two of you eliciting a soft, pleasured moan, as you felt him to gradually stretch you.

“O-oh, f-fuck, you’re so tight,” he nearly whimpered, slowly moving his entire length inside you.

“Have you ever considered it was because I haven’t seen you in days?” You raise an innocent eyebrow.

He huffs amusedly, but you did have a point. “Eh, that’s fair,” he says, finally moving his hips back just to slam into you again, letting out a broken moan.

He began to slide his length in and out of you, thrusting his hips against yours as the two of you let out soft sounds of pleasure. He buried his head in your neck, leaving short kisses as his hands held onto the side of your hips in a tight grip, his cock stretching and caressing your walls.

He continued to thrust into you at a steady pace, quite frankly, an intricate rhythm that cleared his mind of The Biotic Wars entirely, the tightness around his cock giving the sensations he loved and needed. He felt so good to move in and out of you, let alone completely inside of you, feeling so close to you ever since he felt so far, from all the time travel nonsense he went through. Your breath quickened and volume increased, letting out desperate whines, repeating his name and praises under your breath.

Josh, not wanting to cum just yet, pulled out of you, giving you a soft kiss on your lips, as he planned to take you from behind. You smiled at him as your felt his grip on your hips help you lay on your stomach, getting on your knees with your head laying on the pillow, and then—

“Hachi machi!”

He exclaimed, his jaw dropped with wide eyes.

You turn your head back to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

There were a few ripples in this timeline that took place due to Josh’s interference with the past, such as the Blapple, the rifle in his kitchen, and Kronish’s partnership with Stu Camilo. He didn’t expect a change from you, as you were still thankfully his partner. Except, there really was a change that occurred from his paradoxical meddling.

You had a tattoo on the small of your back.

You had a tramp stamp.

A genuine, authentic, tramp stamp.

It was in black and blue ink, with exaggerated shading and strokes, littered elegantly on your lower back.

“You have a slutty tramp stamp…” he gasped lightly, his entire focus on your tattoo.

You let out a chuckle. “Josh—“

“Since when did you get a slutty tramp stamp?”

“I told you the story multiple times, Josh, I got it in my sophomore year of college when I wasn’t very right in the head. Josh, seriously, are you okay?” You were confused as much as him now. Why was he making it a big deal, as if it was his first time seeing it? He’s seen it multiple times before, he remembers every detail from your story, so why not now? “Because you’re acting like this is your first time seeing it, ever.”

“I—I just…” Josh was still in mesmerized awe, looking at how the ink was littered across your skin. You had a slutty tramp stamp. You had a slutty tramp stamp. Somehow, when he was messing with the past in 1969, the ripple effect caused Josh’s partner to have a tramp stamp tattoo. “I’ll explain later, just… holy shit, you look so good,” he expressed, running his hands over your tattoo and your ass, until he grabbed your hips, aligned them with him, and shoved his dick back inside of you.

“Holy shit,” he repeated, panting and thrusting deeply as your hands gripped on the bedsheets tightly, softly moaning as you feel immense pleasure, especially from this angle. Josh took off one hand from your hips to hold the back of your hand. He missed you so much. And you definitely missed him.

“God, this is so hot,” he breathed, letting his hand run over your tattoo as he continued to thrust deeply. You would laugh from how weird he was being right now, acting like it was the first time he’s seen it, if you weren’t too distracted by the gratifying feelings of your lover’s penetration.

His fingertips traced the ink on the small of your back, still astonished by this new discovery. His thrusts were sloppy, but well calculated as he focused on not only the pleasure the two of your bodies would experience, but also the sexy tattoo above your ass. Josh began to let out louder, desperate whines, moving both his hands onto your hips tight to gain control, pounding quickly and deeply into you.

“F-fuck, Josh,” you sighed softly, moaning with him as the sounds of his thrusting increased.

“O-oh, god… f-fuck…” Josh whimpers, feeling his hips and thighs weaken.

A few thrusts later, the two of you finally came together, Josh collapsing on your back as he panted, leaving frantic kisses on the back of your neck, still deep inside of you. You felt him hold you from behind, the butterfly kisses you received, and his hand rubbing your hip.

“Why did you act like this was the first time you’ve seen my tramp stamp?” You ask him in a gentle voice, yet still very curious, and maybe even a little concerned.

“I, uh… It’s a lot to explain,” he replied out of guilt; he really didn’t want to drag you into this.

“Josh,” you sigh, “You’ve seen it for years. Your face was completely identical to your face the first time you saw it. Seriously, I could be overthinking this, but you’ve been acting weird recently. What’s going on with you?”

“N-nothing! I just… It’s been days since I’ve seen you, and… I really missed you. You’re, like, the hottest person I know, how could I not be inexplicably aroused by you?” In this moment, Josh decided not to tell you anything about the whole thing with The Biotic Wars. He couldn’t. If you would experience the same things he did, he would ensure that it would never happen.

You chuckle lightly at his compliment. “You being honest, baby?” You ask with a raised eyebrow, turning your head to look at him. “It’s just other personal stuff?”

“Y-yeah. It’s nothing important, I promise,” he pecked your lips in reassurance, attempting to ease your worry for him.

“Okay, good,” you say, feeling him kiss down your back, letting out a soft whine as he slowly pulled out to kiss your further down. He held onto your hip, letting his grip lower to your ass as he kissed along your tramp stamp and looked up at you desperately. He could definitely get used to this.

“Fuck, please tell me you’re up for round two.”

You laugh at him, letting your hand reach his head to tangle his hair in your fingers. “Who would I be if I wasn’t?”

[theonlygamergost]

French homework and a Dream - fd!au. ( part 1 / 2)

This fanfiction is based on the Family Dynamic au made by @antarctic-bay ctic-bay if you would like to know more, go check them out!!!

Also please bear in mind that the things written in this might not be canon!

This fic was corrected by the lovely @im-default

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Techno and Dream did the fatal mistake of choosing French over Spanish and now they have to suffer the consequences together

next part --->

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Enjoy~

Lunch break was sacred for Techno, it was that magic moment where he sat at a table alone, in the corner of the cafeteria with a book of his choice to read and block out the chaos of the fellow students. You know what they say: if you can't find peace, create your peace.

With lo-fi music or classical piano in his ears, he would peacefully eat his lunch, recharging his social energy (already consumed in the first half of the day) by not talking nor seeking company. Even though, from time to time, he would get some visitors:

One of his brothers could drop by if they needed to talk to him or they were also already feeling exhausted, Skeppy would also sit with him and try to initiate conversations, in vain since Techno ends up ignoring him unless he needed something important.

All in all, Techno didn’t allow anyone to disturb or interrupt his moment of peace, neither he liked sharing his book or music with anyone…

Well, anyone apart from Dream.

In between the rivalry for the smartest kid and best (nerd) Minecraft pvp-er, the two had started frequenting now and then, maybe studying at the library together or grabbing a bite after school before parting ways, all in all, they found to have a similar love for quiet company and taste in music.

So, to see Dream sit next to Techno, steal one of his earbuds, and tug the book a little closer for him to read as well wasn’t rare, but a treat to see.

“TALK TO ME TECHNO!!!” Skeppy had been trying to get his friend’s eyes off of the book for about five minutes or so, just to get completely denied by an unbothered and concentrated face. “Techno pleaseee!!!! I need attention!” his head fell on the table, “...I can tell” he finally replied while turning the page.

Skeppy groaned and went on bothering him for another five minutes.

Techno sighed, “Can’t you go bother someone else?” Skeppy was about to complain again, but a familiar laugh made the both of them stop and look at the direction it came from, “You’re so needy Skeppy”.

The boy in the green hoodie placed his tray next to Techno’s, leaving his backpack on the seat next to him, “YEAH! And this stupid pig isn’t giving me any attention!!!” after a second of silence they all giggled at Techno being addressed as “Pig”, something that only Skeppy could get away with. Not even Dream could call him that without either a complaint or a casual roast coming from the other teen as a consequence.

“Have you studied for tomorrow’s French test?” He took a bite of… whatever the cafeteria had made that day, he couldn’t really tell since it was so… revolting-looking, but it didn’t taste that bad and Dream was pretty hungry. Skipping breakfast was a habit of his so whatever he could eat at lunch was fine by him, it just needed to fill him up until the end of the day.

“Nah… I can’t remember some of the verbs, let alone when and how to use them” he replied before sipping on some water, “Same… some words are unpronounceable too… “ Dream and Techno both made the grave mistake of choosing French over Spanish as a second language, Techno made a very bad first impression with the teacher and Dream overslept three lessons in a month, let’s say that if they didn’t do good on this test… they could kiss goodbye a good French overall vote at the end of the year.

Skeppy exploded in a loud laugh, banging one of his fists on the table meanwhile holding his stomach, “Sucks to be you!” they sighed in defeat, Skeppy got convinced into choosing Spanish by a friend so he couldn’t relate to their problems since legends told that the Spanish teacher was a very nice person.

“I’ll leave you two to your nerdy problems, later losers!” Dream told him goodbye meanwhile Techno simply waved.

The blonde boy stretched his arms and grabbed both his phone and diary out of the backpack, flipping through it he nudged the other boy lightly, “We only have French for tomorrow… wanna study together?” Techno hummed a reply as the blondie took one of his earbuds, Techno reacted with a question: “Want to study at the library or..?” Dream’s head tilted, “Or what? We don’t have another place to study” Techno furrowed his brows for a second, “Well… no, you’re right”.

The reply made Dream curious, but he limited himself to finishing his meal in silence, enjoying the quiet company until the bell rang.

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“It’s already six pm?! We haven’t even finished memorizing this stuff!” Dream groaned in frustration while Techno just dropped his head on the book in front of him, they had been studying for two hours interrupted only by a bathroom break, and they weren’t even half-way done with their homework.

“This will be the only low grade on my paper this year…” the low murmur was muffled by the fact that Techno’s head was still slumped on the books, “Oh come on…”, Dream rubbed out the tiredness from his eyes, “I know that I won’t get anything done once I get back home, my ADHD goes crazy when I’m studying French… it knows I don’t want to study it so it makes me think about everything but that!”, the blonde boy chuckled, “I can never focus when It’s French too…”

Well, that was a slump, both of them knew that going part-ways wasn’t going to work… If they wanted a decent grade they had to have a study partner.

So Techno took a shot in the dark.

“Ok listen, I’ve got a plan:  come sleep over at my place, my desk it’s a bit messy but if I throw everything on the ground we’ll fit, you can’t eat dinner with us because Phil already cooked it and it’s not enough for five people, it’s not enough- but we can go eat somewhere”.

Dream froze in genuine shock: he had never gone to the Pandel house, nor he had ever been invited by Techno anywhere really, he was usually the one that asked him to grab a bite together, Techno only ever asked him to study, and that was already pretty rare. So getting such an out-of-nowhere invitation to eat together AND sleep at his house was… very surprising.

“Uhh… sure, can I borrow a shirt to sleep in?” Techno nodded, “Well then…  should we go eat now so that we have more time to study later?” Techno nodded again and they started packing up their stuff, grabbing books and pencils that scattered on the table while studying.

“McDonald’s?” Dream proposed, “McDonald’s” Techno replied.

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Meanwhile, they were crunching on some fries, Techno texted the Pandel chat about Dream sleeping over, Phil agreed almost instantly, telling Techno where he could get some blankets and an additional pillow, the problems were Wilbur and Tommy that didn’t like the idea of having Dream in their house, (because they had a Minecraft server where they and Dream had a bit of a… “difference” of opinions…) but Techno told them to cry about it and closed the chat, reassuring the boy in the green hoodie that he could spend the night with him.

On their way home, Techno had noticed by reading the notifications that the Berry brothers had proposed a last-minute movie night, to which the other Pandel’s agreed, already counting Techno off, so it wasn’t a surprise that they met Wilbur and Tommy leaving when they arrived.

“I’m glad we are leaving, two tryhards together must be a revolting sight” Wilbur adjusted his coat as Tommy tied his laces, “I’m glad you guys are leaving too, we really need to study and my desk is a bit small, we can use the kitchen until you come back” Dream stifled a giggle, the passive-aggressive energy the Pandel had when speaking to each other was very entertaining, Techno turned to him and pointed at the clothes hanger behind the door, “Put your jacket there, oh and don’t forget to take your shoes off, I’ll get you a pair of slippers, Eret’s one should fit you”

He opened the closet to almost disappear in it, “Bye big D! Have fun with TechnoNerd!” Dream cringed at Tommy’s goodbye while Wilbur snickered at it, “Bye… and please don’t call me that ever again”

The front door closed as Techno dropped a pair of dark blue slippers in front of him, he thanked him, grabbed his backpack and followed the pink-haired boy while looking around:

the living room and the kitchen were in the same room, there was also no proper table, not that there was room for it, so he guessed that they ate on the kitchen counter.

There were four doors in the room, the first one on the left before the kitchen, a pig sticker gave Techno’s room away, on the other side of it, next to the couch, there was a door with a big sign spelling “NO BITCHES ALLOWED” with an evil smile scribbled next to it, he guessed that was Tommy’s room.

Not too far away from Tommy’s room, there was another door, but this time nothing was on it, and the fourth door was to the right of that blank door aka on the opposite side of the front door. He guessed one was a room and one was the bathroom, there was a hole next to the fourth door though…

Techno sat on one of the stools and opened his backpack, “As I’ve said, we can stay here until the others come back, if you need the bathroom it’s this one” He pointed at the door directly behind him, door number three… but then…

“Why is there a hole next to that door” Dream pointed at the forth door, Techno smiled briefly, “Uhhh… It’s a long and secret story, but to give you an idea that is Will’s room” He blinked a couple of times to let the information sink in, Techno snapped him out of it by waiving his pen in front of his eyes.

“C’mon nerd, we have work to do.” To which Dream apologized and sat next to him, taking a deep breath before opening the french textbook.

[fo-love]

GAMING HEADCANONS!!! Kuroo, Unknown, Jirou and L. Who would absolutely beat you at videogames? Who would you win against? What kinds of games? Would anyone let the other win? Please give us all the details! :D

Hdhdjd YEA THANK YOU!! :D ❤❤❤ also, you didn't say which Jirou but I'm assuming it's the lovely hero's one, if I'm wrong lmk and I'll do mha Jirou gaming hcs too, I don't mind! ^^

Kuroo

He doesn't play too much

But plays sometimes cause of me and Kenma

But in his free time he'd rather spend time outside of the house

Anyway

If he comes over to my house and we play video games, I'll most likely win just from me having more experience

Also, he isn't a sore loser cause I never really expect to win so when I do I'm just like :0!!! And he finds it cute

But he'd rather play non competitive games.

And minecraft story mode is a lot of fun when we play together!! :)

Though sometimes it's difficult bc he plays logically and I play emotionally

"call him a bitch"

"we can't, for one, and for two, if we're rude it might end badly for us"

"exactly, might, take a chance, speak the truth to his face"

"Kai, we've gotten this far, we can't throw it away"

">:("

Sometimes kenma will come out and play with them then it turns into chaos

"choose the one where we ask about the gem"

"No I don't want his answer, he's rude"

"I hate him too but Kenma's right"

"No he isn't! Think about it, since he's acting like this, who's to say he isn't bad? I mean seriously, it might be bad if he knew we knew about the gem!"

"... Maybe"

"guys, time sensitive!"

"don't ask about the geM"

"we neeD TO"

Especially competitive games

Cause both me and Kenma are competitive and that kind rubs off on Kuroo

"Who put down the banana peel??"

"I did! :)"

"I'm glad I didn't run into it"

"shut up, you're is last place you have nothing to loose"

">:0"

Unknown

He doesn't play video games on his free time unless it's with me

He just finds them boring alone

He likes to watch me play and give feedback if it's single player

But despite only playing with me he's rather talented at time sensitive games because he makes a decision and sticks with it

And I'm indecisive

He isn't a sore loser, per se, nor does he has a sensitive ego

I dunno how to explain it?? I guess it being competitive?? But he doesn't like losing so he'd rather play those types of games

He doesn't like games like mario kart, he finds them difficult and it's like a pride thing

Really the only game he's 100% okay with that he loses most of the time is game like mortal combat

I'm just naturally good at those and even if I try going easy,,, I,, can't?? So when he wins he's like, really happy because he knows I didn't do it on purpose

Teaching him is a lot of fun too

"wha- kai how'd you do that??"

"? You mean the breaker?"

"I guess, I don't know what it's called!"

"yeah, you just hold right and block! :)"

",,,, hold on I want to try it, try hitting me."

"alright!"

"whY DIDN'T IT WORK???"

"did you forget what the block buttons are?"

">:("

Also, there is a lot of playful back and forth!

"don't hit the rock don't hit the rock don't hit the rock"

"hey Kai, don't hit the rock :)"

"SHHH"

"aww, did I make you loose your concentration, baby?"

"don't call me baby I'm trying to be mad at you >:("

Jirou

Okay, he rarely even uses his phone in canon so,, like,, he doesn't even play mobile games, much less console games

I feel like he'd really really like the characters and overall just aesthetic and theme of Overwatch but sucks at playing it and he mad about it

Wait till he sees that I enjoy playing and I'm pretty average jdndkfkdjdb

He really likes the more chill games

Like not calming, just,,, chill y'know? Like no time limit, no PvP

Like those horror games that are quiet at the beginning

Unfortunately, I hate stuff that starts off slow, my attention span can't do it, it's too boring so good luck for him if he tries playing one of those with me 🤡

Like,, in case you couldn't tell from the ones above or just in general, I tend to talk a LOT, and if something's moving slow I'll talk more since there's nothing else to do

Which kinda annoys him??? Like it isn't me that annoys him is my habit of talking a lot and,,, he doesn't have a filter like at all so he'll straight up tell me that I'm being annoying

I don't handle confrontation well so I'll just be like :'( nd then be really quiet then he's like?? Wait why'd you stop- (like it's annoying but it feels weird if I'm just,,, silent)

Then he's real quick to apologize

Skjsjd so to try and avoid that, we usually play SCP games cause there are chill moments and there are high adrenaline and panic moments and it doesn't take to long to get to the story

Plus our gaming dynamic works well if we're playing together on different screens

I'm careless and curious so I'll try things out right away

He's careful, reads about the SCPs thoroughly, and makes things to help

He also finds it funny that I'm jump scared easily and that I'm violent with threats 💀

"and thennn,,,,,, there, I finished making-"

"AAA!!! I SWEAR TO G O D I'M GOING STEAL YOUR JOINTS AND BOIL THEM"

"SCP-650 again?"

"No >:(" (yes)

"sure ;)"

(whispering to the TV) "stop following mE-"

"so, not SCP-650?"

"No, it isn't >:("

"are you sure?"

">:(("

B ro-

He can and will find a way to flirt while staying on topic I swear it's like a power of his

And the reaction is always something along the lines of

"nO- shhhh,,,,,, I need to focus"

"right, no you're right. Sorry-"

"don't-"

"sorry, my love~"

"jdjdjfj s t o p I need to focus"

"why not focus on me?"

"JIROU I SWEAR-"

L

Fancy L again :) I feel nice when I get it close to his font :)

A n y w a y

He's busy so he doesn't really have time to game big time

And if the TV is up too bright it'll hurt his eyes

But I feel like he'll play some casual games if he's free and either I'm busy or want to play with him

Games like minecraft, Diabolo 3 reaper of souls, games he can easily pause or log off when needed

In minecraft I feel like he's really organized? Like he has a world for different things

He has one that me and him usually play on together called "Lovely" (jsjsns 🥺🥺💕💕)

We're organized and set up on that world, we have a little cabin that's our house and we have a path that leads to the major things we have

Like the garden (food), the farm, the lake, the mine, things like that

We also have a lot of cats and birds

And we have a huge garden of so many different types of flowers with a tree in the middle and we have a beehive on the tree. We made the garden bc the bees are really cute

Since it's a calming game im more quiet but I still talk

And in diabolo 3 reaper of souls,, I kind feel like he'd be monk or a witch and he'd stick to one aesthetic if he could.

[star-anise]

Okay so, normally I’m all anti-anti and very big on the “people should be allowed to write whatever the hell they want, don’t police fandom.” But when I was looking through the notes of this post, I found some people talking about very real problems with the current culture. I want to pull those bits out of their contexts to talk about them separately, so this doesn’t get lost in the usual back-and-forth. @freedom-of-fanfic, this might be a conversation you’re into?

These posts talk about how actual sexual predators use the existing structure of fandom to push minors into situations they’re uncomfortable with. I think that these are real problems that fandom doesn’t adequately talk about enough; I also don’t think they stop being problems once somebody turns 18. I don’t think we can just ban sexually explicit materials and call it a day; rather, we need to work harder on making sure kids get taught about consent, including online spaces where it “isn’t real”.

TW: Child sexual abuse and exploitation

@nikittypaprika​: “ i grew up with adults who wrote smut about my favourite child characters. i was treated as cool for being down with that stuff. i was told it was okay to explore these dangerous “kinks” in roleplays. i was told it was okay for adults and teens to have relationships in “fiction”, and what happened online wasn’t actually real, so when i was then asked for nudes or to masturbate on cam, i thought it was okay. i had guys addicted to hentai sending me pictures of their genitals to try and “turn” me, and i never once told an adult about it because i thought it was about “exploring sexuality”. i had my best friend abuse me irl by being entitled to sexual roleplays (often featuring “noncon”), and said it was all “just fictional” whenever i expressed discomfort with the nature of it. a friend’s sister molested me and i thought it was normal. this all happened to me between 12-17 years old. this has all irreparably damaged me psychologically and sexually, all because adults took advantage of lack of boundaries online. even ones who didn’t incite sexual favours directly still indirectly contributed to this with their sexualising minors and abusive relationships in fan works. adults who normalise this behaviour around minors are causing harm, and i say all this in the hopes that this will maybe, MAYBE, have people think twice before trying to write this shit off as “purity culture”. “

@dollblooms​: “very similar things happened to me and when i was a child (as in, aged 10 - 17 this all happened like nonstop), i was completely clueless as to what was wrong with adults and older teens encouraging me to indulge them in their pedo, rape and incest fetishes. as a child, i likely made some other kids uncomfortable and unsure of their boundaries too by justifying and buying into that culture, and for that i am extremely regretful. im just glad we have this growing movement against abuse in fandoms under the guise of sexual liberation now, so kids like we were can hopefully be safer. completely sickening to see people still pretending this is some uwu culture war of the open-minded epic sexually liberated heroes vs the evil puritans though haha uh you gained your liberation on the backs of traumatized and brainwashed children, little miss fandom moms but okay!"

(@dollblooms and @nikittypaprika, I’m tagging you so you know this discussion is happening; if you don’t want to receive any notifications, blocking me should stop this post from showing up in your activity page, or you can ask me to untag you)

I think part of the difference is that for me, the damage is not done when children, or people of any age, can access and/or read and/or create sexually explicit materials; the damage is done when they are systematically taught to ignore their own boundaries. It’s done when a kid thinks, “To keep my friends/stay safe/look cool, I can’t say I’m uncomfortable with this.” It’s what happens when saying no or opting out isn’t an option. 

And especially with kids, the conversation that needs to happen is, “You might not know if you’re okay with something right now. It’s okay to think it over, and then in retrospect, go, ‘I wish I hadn’t done that. I want to say no now that I know myself more clearly,’”

For me, that part of consent--the ability to say no or nope out--is incredibly important, and it’s why content warnings are so important to me; they’re the ability to consent, or not, before reading a work. But the actual problem is communities that routinely steamroller kids’ consent and boundaries; that don’t understand or appreciate that these power dynamics are especially delicate and hard-to-manage with kids. It’s why, for example, with my own underage friends, I’ve said, “I’m not going to read any of the NSFW content you write, because that’s you exploring what you’re into, and I don’t want you to feel like that should be affected by what you think I’m into or would like.”

Because quite honestly, if the people who care about writing ethical pornography or responsible kink aren’t talking about this stuff, quite obviously there are a ton of crapsack losers willing to step in. And that goes... really badly.

[yeoldotcom]

do kyungsoo; half moon

pairing; d.o x reader

word count; 1k

genre; fluff,, i guess?

summary; kyungsoo entered the wrong bathroom and found you crying by the sink

a/n; OMG so i linked a song originally because i didn’t know if the link thing was still going on... apparently it is lmao so no one really saw this post (shoutout to the ones that did tho!) so im reposting without the link so more people can see! the song was just ‘half moon’ by dean and it was edited to sound as if u were in the bathroom of a club or something,, it was really nice and it sucks that we still cant link stuff but whatever! hopefully this reaches someone!

All you wanted to do was go home, take off those uncomfortable heels you had been wearing all day, and go to sleep but as soon as you got off work, your friends had been waiting for you.

“Let’s go to the club!” your friend Baekhyun had suggested, dragging you along with him and your other friend Jongin. You had tried to break free from Baek’s death grip but your tries had proved to be in vain. After a minute or two of fighting it, you decided to give up and just go with them. “If you’re sad, going to a club will definitely lift your spirits!”

As soon as the three of you made it to the club, you already felt a headache coming along. As your last try to go home, you looked over at Jongin with a frown.

“You’ll have fun,” he told you, patting your shoulder.

“I’d have more fun at home.”

Baekhyun pouted beside you, “If you go home, you’ll only be alone with your thoughts and that’ll make you even more sad. It’s better if you just stay with us.” You rolled your eyes, although the action worsened your headache.

And with that, the three of you made your way inside the club.

They left you. I guess that’s what always ends up happening in these type of stories, but it still was surprising to you. You could’ve sworn they were dead set on lifting your mood but after an hour of not leaving your side, they probably decided that they should have fun too.

Still, it made you a little bit upset.

Okay, not really a little bit. More like a lot. You were already sad enough but then your friends decided to leave you? Cue the emotions!

You thought it would’ve attracted attention if you just cried at the bar though. Some creep would probably go up to you and say ‘Hey sweets, why are you crying?’ and you’d have an even worse day because of that so you just decided to go to the restroom and cry.

And it also sucked because they started to play one of your favorite songs too! You couldn’t hold in the emotions anymore though, so despite how much you wanted to stay and dance to the song, you ran to the restroom as the opening notes of Half Moon started to play.

You closed the door behind you, looking at your reflection in the mirror. ‘Wow,’ you thought, ‘Why am I here?’

The first round of tears flew down your cheeks and you swatted at them, trying to prevent them from flowing but after a few tries, you let them fall.

You heard a squeak come from the door and you tried to wipe away all of your tears and any evidence that you were crying. Giving the person who walked in a tight lipped smile, you looked up at them, probably trying to show them you were okay, but you ended up staring at them in shock instead.

“Oh my god, wrong bathroom–” the man who just walked in had started to say, but then he saw you and his eyes widened. He turned to look back into the club and then looked back at you, in an almost frantic way. As he kept going back and forth from looking at you to looking out of the doorway, you let out a sniffle which made his decision for him.

He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

“Are you okay?” He asked after a few moments of silence. The bass of the song could be felt even throughout the bathroom.

You nodded, “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“You’re crying though,” the man pointed out. His soft voice was almost hard to hear over the background music but you managed.

Swiping at your face once more, you forced a smile, “I’m fine. Just a little emotional.”

He nodded, rocking back and forth on his feet. The atmosphere felt a bit awkward for you. You just wanted this stranger to leave so you could get back to crying but he didn’t look like he was going to.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

As if those words held magic, your tears started to flow again. You wiped them away but they still fell, “I’m sorry. It’s just been a long day.”

Upon seeing your tears, the stranger walked closer towards you, making a stop by the napkins, “Don’t apologize. What happened?”

Even thinking about it made your tears drop from your eyes in full force, “My boyfriend– or ex now– he broke up with me this morning. I haven’t had enough time to dwell on it because I had work but––” You choked back a sob as the stranger handed you the napkins. Quietly thanking him, you wiped your tears, although new ones replaced those, “I just don’t know what went wrong. He hadn’t given me any signs of wanting to break up but then out of nowhere he texts me––”

“He broke up with you over text?” The stranger asked.

“Yeah! And in three words!” You let out a laugh thinking back on how ridiculous it had been. ‘Lets break up’ is what he sent. When he first sent it, you were confused. You texted him back but then realized that he had blocked you. Now when you look back on the moment, you’re just amused. He wasn’t even brave enough to tell you face-to-face.

But it still hurt.

The stranger shook his head, “He sounds like a loser. Or a jerk. Or a loser jerk.” You laughed at his choice of words.

“Yeah, he really was a loser jerk.” You both shared a laugh as you heard the ending of the song drawing near. Neither of you made any motion to leave as you ranted on and on about some of the dumb things that had happened during your relationship.

The song had long since ended before you realized that the stranger (you’d learned his name was Kyungsoo) had come into the restroom for a reason.

You looked over at him, “I forgot! Don’t you need to use the restroom or something?”

Kyungsoo’s eyes widened, “Oh yeah! I forgot about it too.” He laughed as he headed for the door but before he opened it, he turned towards you, “Will you still be here when I get back?” He asked.

You smiled at his gentle voice, “Yeah, I’ll be here.”

[bonerpillz-blog]

Mellifluous - REDDIE (Part Three)

Mellifluous - A sound that is sweet, smooth, and pleasing to hear.

(Part Three)

Reddie AU- Richie Tozier, a 17 year old broken boy in a broken home and his best friend/first love, Eddie Kaspbrak, a 16 year old mute boy who’s silence is loud enough to keep Richie sane.

hey guys! i hope you enjoy this chapter even though I’m convinced it turned out like shit. I’m sorry it took awhile to post but I’ve actually been fairly busy recently ( i even have a job interview tomorrow ) so thank you for being patient AND FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!! wow i love u all.

Warnings - shitty writing??? lmao

Word Count - 1.3k

The two boys stayed on the cold tiled floor for the next hour, surprisingly no one even looking for them. It made sense, they were probably invested in the movie and while normal people would feel bad that their friends forgot about them, Richie was sort of relieved.

With one hand, Eddie opened his fanny pack and grabbed the sticky notes and a pen he always kept for situations like this. Richie never got the hang of sign language but maybe someday he would.

Eddie rested the papers on the lid of the toilet, scribbling down some words with Richie still held tightly in his other arm, the rocking back and forth continuing slightly. He dropped the pen and shoved the notepad between them for Richie to see.

The paper simply read “I can’t help if I don’t know what happened.”

Richie sniffled and gripped the other boy’s shirt. Eddie wanted to help him and though Eddie had always been there for him, Richie still wasn’t used to people caring enough.

He squeezed Eddie’s shirt once before pulling back, a little too fast for Eddie’s liking, and stared at him. Eddie could see the broken pieces of Richie behind his eyes and it hurt. It hurt to see his best friend like this.

Richie just stared at him before leaning his head back and letting out a single laugh, his hands running over his face. He shook his head. “It’s so dumb, Eds.” He spoke, just staring at the ceiling. He wanted to play this off. Say he was over tired. Maybe even lie that he actually was scared of the movie but no one would really believe that.

Eddie ignored the nickname, it never actually bothered him but now wasn’t the time to bitch at Richie for saying it. Eddie tapped Richie’s knee, nodding as if telling him to continue when Richie looked at him again.

Richie searched Eddie’s eyes for any sign of him not actually caring. He didn’t know why he did this because he knew Eddie cared but his brain always told him otherwise.

He wasn’t ready to talk about it.

“I’m just tired, Eds. Haven’t been sleeping well. Just needed to cry I guess.” Richie spoke, hoping he sounded convincing as he stood, stretching his arms. Eddie looked hurt and Richie could see that but he tried his best to block it out. “Let’s just go back. They’re probably done with the movie by now.”

Richie stepped around Eddie, leaving the bathroom. Eddie just sat there, his heart clenching in his chest as he brushed his thumb over the notepad, shoving it back into his fanny pack and getting up to go back as well.

Eddie stayed silent, well, obviously. More so in the sense that he didn’t even look at Richie. He didn’t respond to his subtle touches with the lights off so the others couldn’t see. His heart hurt for and because of Richie.

He understood that Richie went through a lot and that it was probably hard for him to open up but after all this time, Eddie didn’t understand why he still couldn’t. Maybe it was because Eddie couldn’t speak. Eddie couldn’t have an actual conversation with him and that wasn’t good enough for Richie. Eddie’s throat tightened and he ignored Richie, deciding to focus on the movie he really didn’t care for.

Richie didn’t realize that Eddie wasn’t reciprocating until he rested his head on Eddie’s shoulder and Eddie stiffened before moving away. Richie pulled his head away, staring at the boy and feeling himself break again but he kept it in.

———

Everyone was asleep but Richie laid awake, his hands rested across his stomach and his eyes tracing the popcorn ceiling. He couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d obviously hurt Eddie.

He turned his head, looking at the obviously smaller boy with closed eyes and slightly ajar lips, breathing steadily and Richie’s barely still together heart swelled. Richie turned, moving closer to Eddie and shook him gently. The boy’s eyes opened almost instantly, but he didn’t look panicked. Eddie was still quite obviously half asleep but Richie needed to talk to someone.

“Eds.” He whispered, earning a soft ‘hmm’ from the boy. Richie smiled, pushing Eddie’s hair away from his forehead. “I’m sorry for ear-“ Richie was shut up as Eddie pushed his body into Richie’s, his head resting perfectly under Richie’s chin.

Richie let out a short breath, instinctively wrapping his arm around Eddie and shutting his eyes. He’d talk to him in the morning.

For once Richie didn’t have a bad dream, in fact he really didn’t dream at all but that was better than what usually made its way into his brain at night.

———

Eddie was always the first to wake up out of habit. His eyes widened when he realized that he was engulfed in a slightly snoring Richie. He panicked slightly, not remembering how that happened and pulling away a bit too suddenly. Richie stirred, causing Eddie to let out a breath when the curly haired boy stayed asleep.

He scooted backwards, leaning against the couch as he stared at Richie. Leave it to Eddie to end up cuddling a boy he was upset with.

When Richie finally did wake up, somehow still before the other losers, Eddie was still watching him. It was too early for Richie to make a snarky comment. He just rubbed his eyes and sat up, resting his weight on the palm of his hand. “How long have you been up?” he asked, looking right at Eddie.

Eddie looked at his watch, the time reading 8 am. He moved his hand from side to side before holding up one finger. About an hour.

Richie nodded, looking around and looking back at the boy who had since stopped staring. “You wanna go outside? I want to talk to you.” He spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the others.

Eddie hesitated though there’d be no point in trying to continue being upset with him. He’d already unconsciously messed that up. He looked around as if he was trying to think though he’d already made up his mind and eventually nodded.

Richie stood, stretching before holding a hand out to Eddie, his face falling when Eddie declined, standing himself and walking past Richie to the front door. Richie understood that Eddie was upset, he should’ve just told him.

He followed the shorter boy outside into the cool air, goosebumps instantly rising onto his skin but he didn’t care. “Eddie I know you’re upset with me.” He spoke as he caught up with Eddie, shoving his bony hands into his pockets to keep them warm. “I just…” Richie trailed off, silently cursing himself for not being able to just confide in Eddie.

Eddie looked up at him, his eyes making Richie want to melt. He wanted nothing more than to just grab the boy’s face and kiss him but of course that wasn’t an acceptable thing for friends to do.

“I know you’re here for me, you’ve never given me a reason to think otherwise,” Richie continued, now looking at his feet as they walked down the sidewalk, “but my brain always tells me otherwise. I’ve never confided in anyone before you came along and what happened last night- i just- that’s never happened before and I didn’t know how to explain it.”

Eddie, of course, was silent but that didn’t stop Richie from getting nervous. He looked to the boy to see his eyebrows lowered slightly as if in pity and Richie hated being pitied but he gulped down the embarrassment and looked forward again, kicking some of the leaves on the ground.

Richie hadn’t been paying attention and was caught off guard when a sticky note appeared in front of his face. He took it from Eddie’s hands reading the small letters, “I’m always going to be here for you, Rich.”

Richie smiled, looking down as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He stayed silent before wrapping his arm around Eddie’s shoulders and pulling him closer as they walked.

Though it was meant to be completely platonic, they’d both be lying if they said they wished it wasn’t.

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[spideyydarling]

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: 5 and 95 for the prompts please! With either Tom or Peter, I like both. GO FOR IT JORD! YOU CAN DO ITTTTTT!!!!** **

Prompt: 5. “I'm not here to make friends” 

           95. “I think i'm in love with you, and that scares the crap outta me”

Word count: 2116

A/N: this is my first ever fic I've posted, so sorry its really bad. thanks kaiti ( @lil-spidey ) for helping me choose and the beautiful spiderjizz cult who i love SO FUCKING MUCH and the girls in it who  inspired and encouraged me to start writing. 

It was your first day at your new school, all you wanted was to get through the day completely unnoticed, but, there was the undeniable fact that you were the newbie, you were bound to be noticed. First period had proved you right, you were late because you couldn't find your class, so when you stumbled in through the door all eyes were on you.

“Ahh, this must be (y/n),” the teacher boomed. You kept your head down, eyes darting back and forth between your hands and your feet, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. “Okay class, this is (y/n), uhhhh,”the teacher looked at you with eyebrows raised, motioning for you to clarify your next name.

“(y/l/n),” you managed to mumble, so distinct only the teacher heard.

“Alright, (y/n) (y/l/n), you can take the empty seat right there,” pointing to the last chair on the second row, you followed the teachers directions. You shifted from your position, and situated yourself in your new seat.

“Psst,” you looked to the left and locked eyes with the most gorgeous brown orbs you had ever seen, the boy himself was quite the looker. You couldn't help but smirk, the boy next to you was so cute!

“Hi, I uh, I-I’m Peter, Peter Parker,” he put a hand out, you looked down at it, then decided to take it giving it two quick shakes. “Hehe, um, (y/n) right?” dropping your hand and picking your pen up, you hesitantly answered.

“Yeah, im new.” idiot, you thought, why would you say that? Of course he knows your new, look at the way you tripped into the classroom!

“Oh yeah, did you move here recently?”

“yeah, Queens, in this little apartment block with my mum.” okay then, give him your social security number too why don't you

“Hey! I live in Queens too!” Peter said a little too enthusiastically.

“Shush Peter,” the teacher yelled in our direction, luckily though, no one seemed to really notice you, only Peter.

“S-sorry sir,” Peter stuttered.

“God, Penis Parker, s-s-stop s-s-stuttering,” a rude boy (whom you soon found out was named Flash Thompson, school bully, but mostly a bully to Peter) announced from across the classroom, which sent  the class into a quiet fit of laughter. Peter's face went scarlett. After the class had settled, he whispered back into your direction.

“So, why did you come to this school? New friends? Or-”

“I'm not here to make friends,” you cut him off abruptly. Just as he was about to respond, the bell went, signalling next period, but peter continued to make conversation while you both packed your things up.

“Well, uh, what’re you here for then?” he questioned, placing his book in his bag.

“To graduate.” you told him.

“Well, we’re all here to graduate, anyway, what do you have next?”

“I have..umm..” you checked your timetable biting your lip in concentration, knowing little that the boy was watching you intently, hoping you had the same class so he could talk to you more, he had never seen someone so beautiful, he was adoring you. “I have english.” peter grabbed your timetable off you and scanned it.

“Hey look!” he looked up with an ecstatic smile plastered on his face, “we have the same classes!” you couldn't help but grin back at him, his smile was contagious, and his eyes were sparkling. Peter Parker, you thought, maybe it would be good to have a friend while i'm here.

“Okay (y/n), uhhh, seems like everyone else is gone, maybe we should too,” he gave your timetable back to you and slung his bag over one shoulder. You watched him as he headed over to the door, mesmerised by the boy, for some reason you couldn't shake the feeling that a zoo had just landed in your stomach. “Well, uh, l-ladies first,” he gestured towards the door with a nervous chuckle, putting a hand to the back of his neck.

“Uh, yeah, thank you,” you walked over and flickered your eyes to his, seeing that he was staring at you. A rose colour creeped its way into your cheeks as you walked through the door.

It was your second week at your new school and you and Peter had gotten close quickly. He introduced his friends to you, Ned and Michelle. Michelle and you ot on really well, too.

Ned was great, funny and made Peter laugh a lot, which in turn, made you smile.

“So, like, what happened to Liz dude, you haven't talked about her once since (y/n) came to the school.” MJ said at lunch, whilst snacking on a floppy chip. You knew of Liz, you had PE with her, you guys had never really talked, but you knew she was gorgeous and really, really sweet. Peter looked at you straight in the eye before looking back down at his food.

“W-w-what are you talking about, Michelle, what do you mean what happened to Liz? I-i-i don't know.” you couldn't see his face, but you were certain it was not its normal colour.

“Yeah man, what ever happened to her?” Ned inquired. You leaned towards Michelle, who was seated next to you.

“What’s this about Liz?” you whispered to her.

“Oh, that loser,” she nodded to Peter's direction, where he and Ned were having a private conversation of their own, “is, well i guess used to be, obsessed with her, made googly eyes at her everyday, drooled and everything. Eh, who cares anyway, not me at least, it's good not hearing all the pining over her anymore.” and at that, she continued eating, the conversation clearly being over. Looking over at Peter and Ned, you saw that Ned’s expression was a mix of understanding and glee, you wondered what they had been talking about.

“Oh my god dude! How did i not realise this earlier!” Ned exclaimed

“Shhhh Ned, please, don't tell anyone, especially not (y/n),” Peter hushed.

“Don't tell me what?” you looked at Peter, then locked eyes with Ned, giving him a glare telling him c’mon Ned, tell me, but he just looked at Peter and told you,

“Nothing, we didn't even say your name??” Peter looked at you with longing in his eyes. What weren't they telling you? Why couldn't Ned tell me, especially? You’d just have to get Ned alone.

“Ned! Wait up!” you jogged your way over to his locker, where he was putting his books away. It was the end of the day so you were pretty sure Peter wouldn’t be around, he always disappeared around this time.

“Whats up, (y/n)?” Ned asked you. This was your chance.

“Ned you gotta tell me, please??” you pleaded him.

“Uhhh, tell you what? I know nothing,” Ned darted his eyes to look anywhere but at you.

“Ned, please.” you managed to make contact with his eyes, you knew he would tell you now, you had your puppy face on.

“Okay, fine. You can not, i repeat, CAN NOT EVER, let Peter know i told you.”

“Okay” you promised, fingers crossed behind you back, just in case, you know, for luck, or whatever.

“He really reeeaaalllyyy likes you (y/n), i don’t know how i missed it, its soo obvious. I have a feeling you really like him too, huh.” your face was no doubt red, giving away all hope of hiding the fact that you really did like him too, a lot. “See, i knew it. I think you guys need to talk, about stuff. Anyway, i'm going home, i just got a lego death star”

“Yeah, uh, send me a pic when you finish it,” you breathed out. You stood stock still in shock. Peter liked you? Omg, omgomgomg, Peter Parker likes me back, you thought, a smile stretching across your face. You got home s quickly as possible, sprinting past your mum. Once you got to your room you jumped up and down and squealed out in glee. You got your phone out of your pocket and texted Peter.

Hey, Peter, can you meet me?

No more than a minute later, your phone buzzed

Yeah, of course! Ill be at the park in 10!

You grabbed an apple on your way out of the house and walked down to the park, it usually took you about a 15 minute walk, but you got there in 8 due to the fact you were running from unending energy, a newfound mix of happiness and nervousness in your stomach fluttered around. Peter wasn't there just yet, so you plotted yourself onto a bench awaiting his arrival. You were restless, to say the least. Your mind couldn't stop thinking of Peter. You'd only known him two weeks, but your heart wouldn't stop chasing your stomach every time you saw him. Lost in your thoughts, you hadn't even realised when Peter walked up to you, not until you felt the weight shift on the bench. Your eyes searched the chocolatey ones gazing down at you.

“Hey, (y/n), what’s up?” Peter could sense the edginess pouring out of you, “is everything okay (y/n), tell me, you know you can tell me right? I'm here for you, just, uhh, just let it out.” he shifted his body to face more towards you.

“nothing is wrong Peter, matter of fact, i think things are pretty good,just uh, well, do you-umm-well how do you feel,” you took in a shaky breath, not being able to word the sentece correctly, “i just need you to be honest, Peter, okay??” Peter nodded slowly confused by what you were saying. “Do you like me?”

“Of course i like you, (y/n), you're my friend, a really good frie-”

“No, Peter. That's not what i mean.” you looked down at your palms, tracing the lines in them with your eyes. Peter's face was scrunched up in confusion, not understanding.

“Oh,” Peter mumbled after a few moments, realising what you really meant. He put a finger under your chin, leading your face to his direction. He moved his hand to softly cup your face, while he peered into your eyes lovingly. Dropping his hand into yours he said, “(y/n), i-i do, i r-really really do like you. In fact, i think im falling in love with you, and that scares the crap outta me,” your heart stopped with the realisation of what was happening in that moment.

Peter jerked his eyes between your lips and eyes, slowly moving forward. You stared at his soft, sculpted lips, also, inching forward, until finally you both met. The kiss was soft, short but sweet. You twirled your fingers through his hair and kissed him again, more profound this time, less hesitant. He cupped your face before he pulled away.

“I think i'm falling in love with you too, Peter Parker,” you murmured.

He had a grin from ear to ear. Diving in for another kiss, you were interrupted by vibration in your pocket. Your phone displayed the following words:

New picture message from Ned

“Its from Ned,” you say, unlocking your phone. Both you and peter untangle from each other and stare down at the screen.

(y/n) I FINISHED IT!! Look! Btw if ur with Peter tell him i had a bunch of fun making it without him! :((

It was a picture of the Lego death star, you smiled up at Peter and tilted your phone so he had a better view.

“Whoa! Thats heaps cool, wait a second, what does he mean by ‘if you're with Peter’? Oh god, he didn't tell you, did he?” you diverted your eyes from him.

“Uhhh, no, of course not,” you lied

“Ugh, Ned!” Peter groaned

“Hey, good thing he did tell me, you never would have told me your feelings otherwise,” you laughed with Peter.

“Yeah, i guess im pretty lucky,” he smiled at you.

Dude that looks so good! Peter said he loves uuu!

Placing your phone back into your pocket, you looked back up at Peter.

“Anyway, where were we?” you grinned, placing another kiss onto his lips.

[richiekingtrashmouth]

Losers as things I've heard at school part 1

Bev: You can't take that from me. You could go to jail for stealing

Richie: *whispers something*

Bev: You can go to jail for that too. That's considered rape.

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Richie: *loud moaning* can I get off the silent seat now

Richie: *whispers as rocks back and forth* are you feeling it now Mr. Krabs

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Mike: Put on Eminem. We definitely won't get in trouble.

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Richie: *more moaning*

Eddie: I think you need some extended mind yeti.

Richie: Okaaaay *starts to walk to the silent seat* *stops and turn around* Wait you're not the teacher, you have hair.

Eddie: *stands up* im gonna go call your parents now.

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Teacher: I'm gonna have you do an extra math worksheet.

Bev: Oh my god look at those I'm so scared.

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Stan: Your disturbing Bill.

Bill: Wait, what? don't drag me into this.

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Stan: I wanna tell you something. Richie cut off a piece of his hair and put it in your chair so you would sit on it.

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Ben: Why does it say Grover right there?

Teacher: Because that's me.

Ben: Well you graffitied on school property.

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Teacher: You can do whatever you want when your done.

Ben: Like scream potato?

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Stan: Congrats. This class has officially learned Spanish while you were gone.

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Richie: *moans* mmm Mr Krabs...

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Stan: Can I work with a pen?

Bill: What about a pencil?

Stan: No. Pencils have souls.

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Richie: Why does that Grover have more hair than you? *points to stuffed Grover doll (from Sesame Street) that's hanging from the ceiling*

Stan: Yeah I wanna know the answer

Teacher: *ignores them*

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Mike: Wait. If we don't get this done we can never leave? He's holding us hostage

Bev: He's not answering his trying to keep it a secret.

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Richie: I have a question. Do you wax your head?

Teacher: *Looks at Eddie*

Eddie: Well do you????

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Stan: *whispers something*

Richie: No I'm not getting in anymore trouble than I'm already in

Stan: *continues to ask*

Richie: No nope blocked blocked

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Bill: He's in trouble he should be expelled

Teacher: *makes a weird face ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)* oh I have a better idea

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Eddie: *walks in*

Richie: *yells* I'm sorry McChicken

Eddie: *walks out*

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Bill: Mr Grover??

Teacher: *turns to face him* you'd better choose your words carefully because-

Bill: I'm done!!! I can't believe you were gonna send me to the silent seat for saying I'm done.

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Richie: *to teacher* Where is your hairline??

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Eddie: *says something I didn't catch*

Teacher: You won't know 'til you get home

Eddie: Oh god you're gonna kill my parents

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Stan: Can you answer this question in front of the whole class

Teacher: What?

Stan: How much wood could a wood-chuck chuck if a wood-chuck could chuck wood?

Teacher: I don't know *turns to Richie, probably* do you know the answer to that

•

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This was all from Study Hall lmao I love this class even though I hate the teacher

[kate-writes-fluff]

If you're still doing dialogue prompts? 160? For whatever you want?

160.  [text] Who says no to sex and donuts?!

When I saw this, I thought of Jean, so @tiggeryumyumm I decided to work in your Valentine’s day themed jeanmarco in the same prompt.

Sorry for the wait!  I’ve been fighting some real writer’s block.

Jean: Who says no to sex and donuts?!

Eren: just bc i work at a bakery doesn’t mean u can take advantage of it

Jean: I just thought it would sweeten the deal ;)

Eren: obviously it didn’t work

Jean: T-T

Eren: considering how thin the walls are in our apartment, i’m grateful for ur lackluster flirting skills

Jean: …. Rude

Jean locks his phone and sighs as lets himself into their apartment.  It’s only 5 a.m., about a half hour after the Wings of Freedom closes for the night and therefore way too early in the morning to deal with Eren’s teasing.  Jean drags his feet as he makes his way to his cluttered bedroom, exhausted from both his most recent rejection and a long night of wiping down tables at the bar.  He simply throws his uniform–which chronically reeks of alcohol–into a corner of the room as he strips, not even bothering to throw on pajamas before he flops into bed and promptly falls asleep.

Hours later he’s ripped away from a pleasant dream about a handsome stranger with plump kissable lips and warm, welcoming arms by an annoying buzzing noise uncomfortably close to his ear.  Jean groans as he fumbles, finally finding his phone underneath his pillow with the display lit up with a new message.  Part of him wants to ignore it, but he knows that if Eren pities him enough he might offer to bring him food–but only if he replies before he changes his mind.

Turns out, the text is from Eren, but it’s a picture of a flyer with no words attached.  He can’t help but groan as he taps the image to enlarge it and squint at the tiny, pixelated words his brain isn’t awake enough to comprehend yet.

“Valentine’s Meet Up,” it says in a curly romantic font.  “Hang out with other singles and donate your time to brighten someone’s day.  Make friends and meet someone new.”

Before Jean can think of a coherent response, though “what the fuck” would probably be a decent enough answer, Eren texts him again.

Eren:  i signed u up

Jean: whyyyyy?

Eren: bc ur single +whiney + u have a day off on 2/14

         also ur a romantic loser so i know ur gonna be extra whiney on V day

Jean: ….

Eren:  u kno im right. Accept it

Jean:  i only read this text b/c i thought you were offering me food

Eren:  if i bring u a donut will u stop complaining

Jean: its a start

Eren: i hate u

Jean puts his phone on his dresser and sighs happily as he relaxes back into his pillow, looking forward to the treat his roommate will inevitably bring him.

Jean makes good on his promise and doesn’t complain about the singles anonymous meeting Eren has signed him up for.  Though he makes sure to give his roommate the stink eye when he finds out that he has holiday plans of his own.

“If you’re hanging out with Mikasa and Armin, then why couldn’t you just let me tag along?”  Jean whines, turning to give his roommate the most pitiful expression he can muster from beside him on their lumpy clearance-sale couch.

Eren doesn’t bother to look up from his phone as he promptly answers, “Because you would spend the whole day complaining and flirting with my sister.”

“Not true!  I might flirt with Armin too,” Jean flutters his eyelashes as Eren groans, turning away from him to finish texting his sister about their plans.

“Yeah, like I want to make my sister and my best friend uncomfortable all day.”

“But you’ll let your sister crash your date with your crush.”

“It’s not a date!”  Eren exclaims despite his bright pink cheeks.

“But Armin is your crush?”  Jean laughs as he reaches out to playfully ruffle his roommate’s hair, an attempt that costs him an elbow in the side.

“I hate you,” Eren groans.

“Then get your own Netflix,” Jean suggests, switching windows on his computer away from the website in question to check his email.  He makes a point to delete his junk mail as slowly as possible, just to rile up his roommate even more.  After about ten excruciatingly long minutes he’s about to give in and start the episode of Stranger Things when a new email pops up in his inbox.

“It’s for that Valentine’s thing,” Jean remarks, catching Eren’s attention.  He crowds over Jean’s shoulder to watch as he opens the message.

Dear Mr. Kirstein,

Thank you for expressing interest in helping to set up and organize the Valentines Meet Up event.  Would you mind meeting me at the bakery to discuss planning details?

Thanks,

Marco Bodt

There’s a moment of silence as they stare blankly at the polite message before Jean pointedly glares over his shoulder.  “Eren!  I thought you signed me up for the event, not the planning committee!!”

“Whoops,” Eren shrugs and leans back into his own spot on the couch, giving his roommate the space he needs to properly fume.

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” Jean accuses, narrowing his eyes into an even harsher glare.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  Eren turns his attention back to his phone, pointedly avoiding further eye-contact as he resumes texting.  Jean puffs his cheeks angrily, unsure whether the avoidance is a sign of guilt or exactly how little Eren cares about the situation.

“… That’s it, we’re watching Hart of Dixie.”

“No!” Eren exclaims, dropping his phone in his lap as he finally returns eye contact.

“If you signed me up to be a romantic sap for the full week until Valentine’s day, well then I’m going to start now.”

Eren groans but shifts in his seat to see the screen better.  “It’s not even romantic, they’re just idiots for the sake of drama.”

Though Jean agrees with him there, he can’t help but roll his eyes at the remark.  “You can complain when you have an actual love-life, Mr. I’m-in-love-with-my-bff-but-I’m-too-scared-to-say-anything.”

“Says the chronic single,” Eren bites back, digging his elbow into a ticklish spot in Jean’s side, making the other man squirm.  “I hope you meet someone at the stupid event so you’re too busy being stupid and in love to bother me anymore.”

“You and me both.  Watching you guys flirt is more excruciating than watching Zoe and Wade go back and forth.”

Eren grumbles profanities under his breath for several minutes before he angrily remarks, “Are you going to start the show or not?”

Jean sighs as his alarm goes off at 11 a.m. the next day.  Working nights means that on a normal day, he tends to sleep through the afternoon.  But thanks to Eren, he has plans to meet the event guy at the bakery that cut his much-needed sleep short.

The night before had been a long, tiring day and even as he wakes up he still feels tired and listless, barely able to keep his eyes open.  Maybe if he was more awake, he would have put the effort into dressing for a first impression.  But the fact is, he’s simply too tired to care.  So he slips into a pair of sweatpants and a flannel shirt, not even bothering to comb his hair before he shoves his shoes onto his feet and stumbles out the door.

Eren’s wiping down the counter when he arrives at the Braus’ bakery.  As Jean slumps against the customer side of the counter, Eren shoots him a distasteful look.  “Really, not even an effort?”  

Jean finds enough effort to roll his eyes.  “Give me the sugar I need to get through this.”

Eren grunts an affirmative as he reaches into the display case to pull out a raspberry filled donut.  As Jean pulls out his wallet to begrudgingly pay–though this is all his roommate’s fault, he knows better than asking him to pay too often–Eren nods toward one of the front tables.  “Marco’s here already.”

As Jean turns to find the person he’s meeting, he suddenly wishes he had bothered to look in a mirror before he left the apartment.  Dressed in a spotless lilac button-down and steam-pressed gray slacks, the man looks as put together as Jean isn’t.  But by this point, Jean is just too tired to even think about running back to his apartment to scrounge up an outfit that looks half decent.  Though he does quickly finger-comb his hair before he slides into the chair opposite the man.

“Hi!  Are you Jean?”  The man smiles brightly at his approach, making Jean regret his clothing choices all over again.  Because that dimpled smile single-handedly makes his heart clench and his hands start to sweat.  Though the freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose certainly make the expression far more endearing than anything larger than a baby animal should ever be.  In contrast, Jean can almost feel the bags under his eyes and wonders what the stranger thinks about the hot mess he regrettably is.

“Yeah.” Jean does his best to smile politely, though it falls short.  His cheeks feel stiff and his flirting muscles are not quite awake enough to throw out his usual charms.  “Are we waiting for anyone else?”  He takes a moment to look around the shop and though there are few people getting breakfast to go, there aren’t many people milling around.

“No… you’re the only volunteer.”  Marco threads his fingers around his coffee cup and looks crestfallen for a moment before he smiles again.  “Let’s start brainstorming, shall we?” he suggests as he pulls out a small spiral notebook and a pen.

“Um, sure.  What do you have in mind?”

Marco eagerly flips the page in his notebook, revealing rows upon rows of neat handwriting and messy doodles and diagrams.  “I’m so glad you asked.”

The following week is the busiest Jean’s had in years.  Whenever he turns around, he’s making bright colored paper chains or folding squares of paper and cutting out paper shapes, filling his and Eren’s apartment with boxes upon boxes of decorations.  Whenever Jean gets ready for work, he can hear Eren stumbling and cursing over the new boxes that appear while he’s out of the apartment.  It would be funnier if Jean didn’t trip over the damn things himself, too.

The highlight of all the paper toil is that Marco is loathe to make him work alone.  During the week, they meet up at the bakery at noon, where Marco spends his lunch break away from the library decorating the place with him.  (Jean makes a mental note to pay the local library a visit someday soon.)

Even after spending so much time together, Jean doesn’t find himself tiring of Marco.  In fact, with each day he looks forward to every time he leaves to return to work, Jean finds himself actually looking forward to the next day even more.  Marco is just as charming as he was the first day they met, cheerful, creative, and fun.  

Unwilling to repeat the embarrassment of their first meeting, Jean’s careful to pick the best outfits in his closet for their afternoon meetings.  He can’t help but blush the day Marco compliments a shirt ornamented with an iron-on transfer of one of his own art prints.

Jean has always been one to preen over compliments, but the sheer sincerity in Marco’s voice and smile as he gives them is enough to fluster him every time.  Halfway through the week, Jean realizes that his attraction for Marco is slowly growing more than skin-deep.  That day, Marco laughs cheerfully at even the shittiest of his puns–a quip about Eren being the real breadwinner in their roommate relationship because bussing tables doesn’t exactly set the bar high–and Jean softens.

By the weekend, Jean finally finds the guts to invite Marco over, so they can watch movies while they create card supplies.  Marco brings takeout and they eat together on his lumpy couch.  When Jean watches tv with Eren, they have no qualms about personal space, throwing arms and legs into the lap of the other at a whim because they’ve learned not to care about boundaries after years of living together.  Here, with Marco, Jean is fully aware of just how small the sofa is and just the barest brushing of skin against skin is enough to make him jittery.  

Marco doesn’t seem to mind his nervousness, too busy laughing at the antics of the characters of The Grand Budapest Hotel and flashing smiles Jean’s way when a particularly funny line is spoken.  Jean confides that he’s an aspiring artist working at the bar only to make money in the meantime, so Marco makes an effort to point out the parts he finds visually inspiring.  He enjoys the pastel color palettes–strikingly similar to the colors of his dress shirts– and cheerfully taps Jean’s knee to point out the most brightly colorful scenes.  (He likes the pinks of the Mendl’s boxes the most.)

At nine o’ clock, Marco needs to leave and Jean has to get dressed for another night working the bar.  As Jean locks the door behind them, Marco hesitates for a moment, twisting his fingers together.  “I’ve heard that In the Mood for Love is a really visually interesting movie too.  And I’ve been dying to see it,” he remarks off-handedly, looking down the hall at the flickering lights instead of at Jean.

“Sounds cool,” he says, words that seem like the understatement of the century.  

For the first time ever, he smiles through his whole shift at work.

“Do you guys have to come flirt at my workplace every day?”  Eren asks on February 13th.  “It’s sorta gross.”

Jean’s ears warm but he scoffs at the question, “We are not flirting.  He just happens to actually appreciate my jokes.  Unlike some people.”  

Eren snorts.  “The only way he’d find you funny is if he has a crush.”  He leans against the oven door casually, enjoying watching Jean squirm with embarrassment for once.

Jean huffs in retaliation, “Less talking, more baking.  If we’re doing to decorate cookies tomorrow, we need cookies.”

Finally it’s the night of Valentine’s day and Jean’s nervous.  All their hard work is on display, hung up around the bakery, decorating it with reds and pinks from head to toe.  Trays of fresh cookies are ready to decorate and paper pieces are prepared for cards.

The cheerfully colored donation boxes are set up in the front of the room, listing the names of local hospitals and orphanages that are accepting cards.  The slogan “Give a card, give a smile,” hangs on a banner directly behind the boxes.

Sugary sweet pop music starts playing as Marco returns from the sound system, setting up a themed playlist from his phone.  Jean tries not to stare at the pink tie the man has on–the same color as the Mendl’s boxes in the movie they had seen together.

“It’s almost time,” Marco smiles, threading his fingers together restlessly.  “People should start arriving anytime now.”  The air between them seems charged with anxious restlessness.  Suddenly, in their last moments alone together it hits Jean that once the day is over, once they clean up the bakery, they’ll lose their excuses to see each other.

It doesn’t really matter that over the course of the week, Jean has learned that Marco’s favorite color is teal and that Persuasion is his favorite Jane Austen novel.  That Marco didn’t tease him when Jean confided that his favorite childhood movie was The Princess Bride.  It doesn’t matter that Jean showed Marco his art portfolio and the other man enthusiastically admired it, saying that if he ever finished writing his book he’d love to commission him to design the cover.

Once the event is done, they no longer have a reason to spend so much time together.

The shop bell rings and people start arriving, forcing the two men to separate and socialize, doing their best to keep the mingling running as smoothly as possible.  (Honestly, Jean hates this sort of thing, but after all the work they had done, he can’t weasel his way out of chaperoning a bunch of adults for a night.)

Regardless of how busy Jean finds himself throughout the night, his eyes always wander to the other side of the room where Marco is cheerfully chatting with other cute single people.  

He’s busy staring instead of paying attention to the card making tables when a young woman with wavy auburn hair whistles at him.  “Yo loverboy.  This is the wrong place to stand around being lovesick,” she chides, carelessly wiping cookie crumbs off her fingers.  “Sit down, make a card.  You’ll fit in with all the unhappy singles that way.”  She grabs a sheet of cardstock out of the pile and quickly scribbles something on it before handing it over.

It messily reads “Ur hot freckleface” above a hand-drawn heart that looks remarkably like a butt.

“See, it’s half done now.”

Jean sighs but sits down to work on fix the card she started.  He grabs a pink paper heart that’s just barely large enough to cover her unromantic words.  As he glues it down, he can’t help but notice that it’s the same shade as Marco’s tie and that thought convinces him to hazard a glance over at him.  The tall man is busy chatting and working on decorating his own cookies, even as he oversees others.

It wouldn’t hurt to make my own, I guess, he muses, searching through the box of children’s markers to find a color he likes.  It’s been years since he’s made anyone a hand-made valentine.  The only friend that might appreciate one would be Armin–the most sentimental out of the group–, though Eren would definitely change the wifi passwords for that sort of “personal offence.”

After an hour, Jean and Marco switch stations; Jean overseeing the decorations of the last batch of cookies while Marco helps with the cards.  Jean slides his own card into the back pocket of his jeans, unwilling to let his newfound friend even guess toward his intentions yet.

Finally, two hours after it started, people begin to leave, many of them in small groups as they chat and exchange phone numbers.  Even the woman who “helped” Jean with his card is cheekily hanging off the arm of a stern-faced young man.  She whispers something in his ear and his cheeks flare red before she turns back to wink at Jean as they leave the building.

The floor is covered in cookie crumbs, sprinkles, and paper scraps that will be a pain to clean-up, but even so Marco still smiles.  “Looks like a success.  People walked in alone, but they’re leaving with friends.”

Jean’s card feels like a weight in his pocket and he has to concede that yeah, it really seems like a success.  

They take their time cleaning, taking away all the little sugary clues that they’d been there, that they’d prepared for a whole week over it.  Jean’s smile falls as he returns to his earlier train in thought:  that their reason for spending time together is quickly falling away as they sweep up the mess.

“Cheer up, Jean.  The night’s still young,” Marco laughs, taking a moment to turn up the speakers.  Cascada’s “Everytime We Touch” blares, bringing back memories of youtube videos Jean forgot watching.

“Where’d you find this?  What year do you think it is?  2007?”  

The music becomes a palpable presence in the room, especially as Marco begins singing along, dancing with his broom as he sweeps.  Jean cracks a smile as he laughs, leaning into the table he was in the midst of cleaning for support.  He’s laughing so hard that he doesn’t notice Marco’s approach until he leans the broom against his table.

“Mind dancing with me?  That broom is just too stiff and wooden.”  Marco holds his palm upwards, like a prince asking for a dance in the ball of a fairytale, not in an empty bakery that looks like it was ransacked by preschoolers on a sugar-high.

“I can’t dance.”  Jean waves his hands in refusal, but Marco’s grin only widens.

“Neither can I.”

Finally, Jean gives in and reaches out to hold onto Marco’s shoulders as the other man leads him around the room.  They trip and stumble on chairs they hadn’t put away yet, but they only laugh in the face of their own clumsiness, each mistake bringing their bodies even closer together.

The song ends and something slower and mellower replaces it.  Jean can feel his pulse pounding but it’s hard to be embarrassed about it when he can feel the beat of Marco’s own heart from where their chests are touching.  

“I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts.  Some superhero, some fairytale bliss.

Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss.”

Marco smiles breathlessly, his lips barely inches from Jean’s, and suddenly it feels a little too close and intimate, so Jean takes a step back to pull the card out of his pocket.  It’s more than a little crumpled around the edges from their romp around the shop, but Jean finds himself passing it over anyway.  It just seems… fitting.

The card is brightly colored and framed with paper hearts, but on the front it simply reads “Thanks” in Jean’s best penmanship.  Marco’s face falls a little as he looks at it, so Jean hurries to explain himself as he opens it.  “I wanted to thank you for setting this all up, because it really turned out to be a lot of fun.  And mostly because I got to meet you.  And I hope you don’t mind if I ask, but I’d really like to keep hanging out, even though Valentine’s day is over….”

Marco cuts him off with a gentle hand on his own.  “I’d really like that…  But you know, Valentine’s day isn’t over quite yet….  And there’s no one I’d rather spend it with than you.”

Jean’s cheeks burn brightly as Marco retrieves a small plastic bag from where it’s lying forgotten on the counter:  a cookie decorated with a heart and Jean spelled in pretty cursive.

They have a whole lot of cleanup left to do, but Jean really can’t bring himself to mind.  Even if he had to stay there all night, picking up each and every crumb individually with his bare fingers, he’d willingly do it if Marco would keep looking at him the way he is now, like he’s been the highlight of the night.

But the night’s still young, of course.  And if they want to watch In the Mood for Love and kiss on Jean’s couch, then they need to finish cleaning.

[survivorindia]

Playing with Jordan Pines is like playing with knives- Sarah (Episode 5)

I'm sorry Bernel had to leave like that and I really hope everything's okay with him, but in a way, it may very well be a secret savior. Not enough talking was done up until that point so I have no idea who would've left - Robin assured me she didn't want Lexi or I gone and that OG whatever the hell our tribe name was should stick together, and Julia/Alex and I were on call for the challenge and agreed we didn't want any of us to go since we're arguably the most active and we certainly helped the most with the movie, but even then... I can't say my social game is top notch. I'm simply not built to be a social player, I lack all the skills necessary. But luckily some people on here ain't active enough that I can cover up my own discrepancies with their lack of appearance. There's other fish to fry yet, and hopefully I can live to see the jury...

W'elp, the lacklusterishness has come back to bite me. I've gotta approach everyone I talk to, and the two people I don't approach constantly throw my name out. The tribe's turning like eggs on a hot summer day. That's no bueno, no bueno at all...

Luckily, Alex and Julia are hopefully going to help me 'ere. They're attempting to convince them to split the votes on probs Jaiden and I, and then we strike. We can flip this - failure's not an option, because failure means my head on the guillotine. No second chances.

Jaiden's down for rocks, it seems, if it comes down to it. Robin's promised to not vote me. So I think I should be able to live here... I hope so... I'm too young to die.

I do think enough people will vote dom out, and than again I don't because the plan is highkey messy. Like there is literally a 4/4 split in our tribe as of now. It's me, alex, jaiden, and Johnny on the best side, and the other is the losers. But if we lie to them correctly we can get them to split their votes and than we vote the majoirty with hope the vote turns out as 4-2-2

I'm absolutely freaking out right about now. This vote is terrifiying me and I don't want to leave. Like I don't know what is going to happen like this is all going to be so insane. I'm playing with people who could, or could not be messy as hell. Like I need some sort of security, and when I don't feel grounded I get worried. And that is all because I'm a Taurus which is down to Earth, and I dont feel comfortable when I don't feel like I'm in a secure situation, or know what will happen. And right now I CANNOT let my nerves get the best of me, I won't let it happen. I just want to be able to say I made TS Jury, and even more my next goal if I made the jury would to be to take it to the end of this game with Sarah. Because that would be the best situation to be put in because I would feel like I did something good and memorable in this game. And I just don't want to keep having my chances jeopardized. Like I never thought this game was going to be THAT HARD. Like I was booted very early in Bangladesh and I cannot LET that happen again. I just want to do good. And I have no idea if I can trust going to rocks, I will be so terrifiyed of being eliminated, and that would suck. I just don't know what to do im at my mental point where Jazmine is about to come out and we all know that does not need to happen at all.

: I'm legit so sick of this tribe what the hell. So we lost the first challenge which would have been a super easy challenge to win if people actually participated and were more hands on, than we loose this and it could have been executed better by other tribe members if they did the challenge more diligently. And my score of 7 is an overall average score so that shows that I still want to be here. Unlike these lazy idiots who jeopardize my game every three days because their lazy asses can't put forth 30 mins of their time tops to actually try in a challenge. This is tumblr survivor bitches, so maybe you should get your shit together instead of me having to suffer because most of you are lazy messes. And that goes to dom, jaiden, Robin, and Lexi. Fuck you guys right now I'm so mad. 

So we won the challenge which is nice. I think I am in a decent spot on this tribe tbh due to us having an innactive player and me being pretty decently connected to people. I'm sort of in a few alliances though we don't really have any chats, like I'm in an alliance with Sarah and Julia and I'm in a returnee alliance on our tribe of Me, Sarah, Kendall, Gavin and Ashley. I like to think I am going to be in a decent spot going forward. We haven't had to go to tribal on this tribe but Whitney sort of disappeared so I am sure if we lose she would be the one to go 100%. I think things are good right now.

I guess we are going to rocks tonight. I don't know what to say. Sorry Dom but you won't speak to me about this. I told you. I hope I get rocked out tonight. For once, I didn't want to make a big move. If Dom plays his idol and exposes my betrayal, then at least I can say that I knew this was coming.

http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/mreidjr/78051217/7913/7913_900.gif So I just went on call with Dom. And you know what he told me? He said that Sarah and Julia have told him everything I said about him. From how I felt like he was too much, how I didn't like him at all, how I wanted to use him to get further in the game. All that shit. That's why I voted for him, according to them. It's real funny because for a while, I did believe those things to be true. Sarah was the first person I talked to about all that. I thought she was my friend, I really did. But I see why she's on the villains tribe, because she's a heartless, cold-blooded viper. The entire Dom vote came as a result of her and Julia wanting him gone. Certainly, I didn't help with them coming to that decision, but it's become evident to me that this is the person everyone parades around and claims to be best friends with. We talk about that Bangladesh final tribal where Sarah cries over how Eddie betrayed her so badly, but then here she is, acting like a complete hypocrite. She can say that these two situations are not the same, which they are not, but the knife she plunged into my back burns the same. I can't say that I didn't see this coming. I fucked up, so it makes sense why everything spilled out in front of me on the dirt floor. Now I have to work on making people like me again, because I don't think they'll trust me for a while. We can say that I have a long road ahead before I can regain their trust, but the truth is that I have a much steeper path to the finish than before. They might not ever trust me, so I need to give them a reason to understand me. I don't know how, but I'll try. I'll take the knife that was firmly planted in my back and return it to its rightful owner one day. I did these things for her, and while she was always on my hit list, no matter that she was low, I think she's found her way to the top. Karma is a bitch, and so is she. Maybe I won't win this fight, but I think I'll die trying, and I'm at peace with that.

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ @ Johnny potentially going home. If he doesn't, well...┬──┬ ノ( ゜-゜ノ)

Ok so more happened after that video, so i went on call with julia and we talked about how she thinks jaiden doesnt want to work with her and wants to lowkey work with dom but then jaiden called me, and SPILLED TEA THAT DOM HAS THE IDOL ...SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER And he still wants dom out so i lowkey forced jaiden on julia, alex and johnny and thats half their tribe..So then they need one more person. But they came up with amazing idea to scare the other side...dom,ruben,lexi and robin that johnny has the idol bc all those 4 ppl want to vote him out...SO IF THOSE 4 SPLIT THE VOTE BC THEYRE SCARED OF AN IDOL THEN THEY WOULD BE MAJORITY AND HONESTLY IM HERE FOR IT. I WANT DOM GONE AND I WANT TO WORK WITHJOHNNY, JULIA, JAIDEN AND ALEX IN MERGE OR COME SWAP SO BAD !!! im so nervous for them but excited at the same time :~) also julia and i came up with a name for just us and u can now call us Salia ....ISNT THAT CUTE FUCKCKODKSJF

So as far as my tribe goes: From what I know, Jordan has the idol. In addition to that, Dom also has the idol. I have supposed to not tell anyone about what Jordan tells me. Everything I know goes straight to Alex or to Ashley to ensure that those bonds stay solid. As of now, I've been trying to keep relations open with everyone on my tribe, especially Liam because keeping Liam safe premerge shows Johnny post merge that I'm trustworthy. So what I've told Liam is that Jordan and a few others have the idea of a returnees alliance and that he might be on the chopping block, though I reassured him that is not the reality of the matter. If he seems to be going home, I am open to flipping against the returnees. So that's where I stand right now, I have my Ashley relationship which branches out to Casey. I have my Liam relationship which branches out to Johnny. I have my Jordan Pines relationship which branches out to Sarah and Dom. So all in all, I feel safe on my tribe. And I believe that Whitney will be the first to go if we head to tribal.

Other Tribe Thoughts: So my main ally in this game is Alex, I trust him more than anybody else. What I need to be weary of is that he has a great social game which may prove to be an issue for my game further down the line. In the short term, I still want to work in his best interest which tend to align with my best interest. Because of that, I've continued to talk to him, despite being on different tribes. I told Alex as soon as I found out about Dom's idol. He's now looking closely at who Dom is aligned with as we move closely towards this tribal. The issue is is that Dom seems to be close with Jaiden and Ruben. With Ruben dating Lexi, and that right there is 4 people. So it doesn't look like Dom will go home unless Alex can pull a fast one on Dom. I plan to now get on a call with Alex, to find out what is going on presently in the Parvati tribe, but Dom going home is the best case scenario for me for the following reasons Dom is close with Jordan Dom is close with Jaiden Jaiden and Jordan have one less ally, and one more friend in me to depend on and that helps me from a social standpoint. Furthermore, any blood falls on Alex's hands and not minds since he will be exectuing the final action. lastly we get rid of an idol. that could hurt me down the line.

Alex is going for the jugular this round. I hope Johnny stays... hasta la vista Dom ;) Also, PINES, you're a scary player. Please implode sooner rather than later ^__^

LITERALLY I'M ON TRIBAL CALL RIGHT NOW. I FEEL LIKE I'M ABOUT TO BE VOTED OUT. DOM TOLD ME HE DIDNT KNOW ABOUT THE VOTE, RUBEN TOLD ME HE TOLD DOM ABOUT THE VOTE. REGAN SAID SHE ALREADY HAD THE VOTES WHICH MEANS DOM IS A LIAR AND SO IS RUBEN IF I'M OUT I WILL COMMIT

So real life has gotten in the way and I’m a ball of depression so I have no idea where I left off. Therefore, I will recap the first two tribals in this confessional. Aidan left after voting me which was not surprising since he was acting suspicious and I heard Monte was planning on keeping him and ridding the tribe of me after that. I had thrown him a lifeline by telling him the group wanted him out and I would vote with him so if he had just brought himself, Monte and I together that would be a tie at least and I believe I could have possibly gotten Ruben to vote with me. Alas, he did not do that and lied to me while getting voted out unanimously. Steven was rocked out on the other newbie tribe which was crazy for a first tribal? No idea whatsoever of what’s happening over there so let’s move on. If I keep showing up for challenges then I believe that I could make it through a little while longer until a swap where I can hope they target bigger threats and I can hide. Still no luck on finding that idol; the grid is huge but someone could possibly have it already?

Monte left unanimously which was a relief and from the other villains tribe, Ace got the boot which I have no opinion on since it was unanimous and I have no clue as to who he is. Here I am, slaving away, trying to make sure our tribe does not go to tribal by doing the challenge all by myself. I have enough votes for a tie so why do I care at all if Casey does not care to stay, we shall never know. Well I do know, but that takes away from my needed dramatic statement. I just don’t care to lose my mind once more at a tribal. The challenge came down to who submitted quickly and I submitted at the perfect time and won us the challenge. The returnee villains were fuming but if they had an issue with the way it was going to be submitted then they had more than enough time to voice their concerns which they did not until they had lost. I can finally relax for once and just watch as others get taken out.

Nicole got the boot which is a bit unfortunate as I believe I could have worked with her as we are in another game together. Although, she never responds to any messages at times as I found out from that other game which makes me uneasy when I am trying to decipher if she is with me or against me. She came off as a brat to the other returnee villains is what I was told but I did not pay close enough attention to that situation to have an opinion. ~~~Swap time~~~ We have 4 newbies against 5 returnees and 4 villains against 5 heroes so as you can probably do the math, I, Lexi, am in minority, no matter which way you spin it. Jordan came up to me quickly and proposed that the villains stick together and I am all "HELL YEAH! That idea rocks!" but on the inside, I'm more of a "well dude, I would practically align with Satan himself at this point to keep myself safe".

t’s me Lexi hi, just dropping by to say I can feel myself losing my sanity day by day. I still hate most of these people which I cannot place my finger on as to why? A large possibility due to myself hating life right now I suppose. They are a-okay folks; I just needed a dramatic statement to start this off since it's been relatively boring on our tribe. Some speak, some don't, some are playing quite hard... by some I only mean Jordan on that last one. I'll keep him close as I can to push in front of me as a nice shield for later on, but it is hard to trust the guy as I believe him to be close with a number of other people. I love this challenge we had, it's cute and doesn't consume too much time. We won and I will most likely not be in an alliance chat still so here's to hoping for another swap or an early merge. I want to blow up and do something fun but is it too early? Stay tuned

alright so my schedule's getting cleared up. i've got more time and been talking to the few people I hadn't gotten a chance to talk to. it looks like lexi and ruben aren't targets for this tribal. i'm surprised honestly because back in nayak they felt very threatened by their relationships. it makes me feel a little skeptical that there might be some major scheming going on that im not aware of. but i feel fairly confident that i'll be safe as well as lexi and ruben. i've talked to everyone on the tribe and no one has brought them up. the vote is supposed to be split with johnny and jaiden but since johnny has openly targeted and gone to rocks to get rid of lexi, we've decided it's better for johnny to leave. we might upset a few people but at that point we'll be down to 7. lexi, ruben, and i trust each other a lot so i don't see any of us targeting each other. i think either ruben or dom could be with us so im not too worried about any effects this tribal will have.    

Ok so i stopped guessing for the idol because Dom told Ruben he already has it so thats fine. Dom,Johnny,Alex dont talk to me so yikes but dom is close to ruben so i dont really care all that much. Alex came to ruben and said he wants boys to vote jaiden and girl to vote johnny. Which im voting johnny either way but so is ruben and dom so we should be sending johnny out the door which obviously i would love since he didnt have the balls to talk to me after all that rocks shit went down. Alex hasnt even talked to me about the plan so like ok? I dont trust him, he keeps telling ruben WE HAVE TO SPLIT but like youre probably just trying to save johnnys ass and send jaiden home. I mean who knows what Julia,Johnny and Alex are trying to plan. All i know is im voting johnny and so should robin,ruben,dom, and jaiden. Julia says she is but like who knows. Its just weird to me that johnny isnt trying to scramble to anyone.