#but jesus christ its so bad and i always forget that its bad!!!!!

[rustedpipe]

no because if you ever want to experience blind unspeakable rage watch all of lost and then go on the internet and see people talk about kate austen

[twig---verginix]

swear to god i'm just gonna stop watching the endings to shows i like. good shows need to get cancelled on cliffhangers forever

[whaledenwtf]

Vegeta x Reader -

Hihi!! The last fanfiction I wrote was the Kratos x Reader. I love Vegeta, so I'm writing a fanfiction. This has also been cross-posted on AO3 here: Link Enjoy this Smut-fest.

Warnings: afab!reader and Male Smut, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Choking, Dom/Sub dynamic, Use of Pet names/Nicknames, Praise and Degradation, Oral (Male and Female Receiving), Fighting, Blood, etc. Porn with Plot, basically 

Vegeta is also a little OOC, especially after seggs, so warning for that too!

WORD COUNT: 6197 Words (Jesus Christ)

Hope you enjoy this story ~

It had been probably, the WORST week of your life. You got evicted because your landlord ended your lease - can landlords even do that? what a dick, you thought to yourself. That, plus the massive training block you've been experiencing AND the fact you had just ended the worst date have really made you crave a night of forgetting everything. You're so grateful for alcohol and Bulma. Both were incredible distractions and can help you forget everything.

"Thanks again for letting my stay here until I could get back up on my feet." You tell her after taking a sip of your rum and coke. She waves you off, lifting her feet up onto the couch, tucking them under herself and getting comfortable.

"(Y/N), I'm serious when I say you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like. You don't understand how much I need a friend in this house." You giggle.

"What do you mean?" Bulma groans, and takes a massive gulp of her vodka sprite.

"My parents... are my parents-" That, you could understand. They are a handful. "And Vegeta's always been a pain in my ass. Especially since I got back with Yamcha-" You almost spit out your drink.

"WHAT?!?!" You gasp out loud, before whispering, as if you were conspiring. "Since when? What happened to 'working things out' with Vegeta?" You were curious, as she went on and on... and on and on about fixing things with Vegeta for the sake of Trunks.

"I mean, there's definitely love for him as the father of my son. But that love can only get me so far. We understand that we aren't meant to last. Plus Yamcha has gotten better at communicating his feelings and his wants. He's definitely not the same person who cheated on me years ago." Bulma stated matter-of-factly. You furrow your brows.

"So why's Vegeta still live here?" Bulma takes a sip of her drink and ponders her response.

"Well... At the beginning it was because I would miss him too hard, and I couldn't imagine a world without him in it. Now, its partially because of Trunks, and partially because-" She leans in close, and whispers in your ear. "I feel bad for him. He really only has Trunks now..." She bites her lip as she moves back to her spot.

"He'll find someone. He's... very attractive and sets his mind to things and sticks to it. I mean, sure, his pride is his greatest weakness, but he definitely has more pros than cons, especially now." You always found Vegeta attractive, but that was a given. Both Saiyans (and Broly, when you think about it) are very attractive beings. You wonder if its Saiyan genetics that make such handsome men, or if it really is just pure luck.

"Ou~" Bulma purrs. "Want me to set you two up? I'm sure he wouldn't mind. He can already tolerate you and has complimented your strength-" Your eyes widen.

"What has he said?" You lean in, excited. Bulma smirks knowingly.

"Maybe this planet isn't doomed after all." She puts on her best Vegeta impression, which makes you giggle.

You spend the rest of the night chatting and getting drunk with Bulma, by the time you both head to bed, its almost 3 am. You stumble through the halls, bumping into different doors. You open your bedroom door, and walk to your bed. When you collapse, your eyes are closed and notice that your bed is warm... and hard?

"Woman! Is there a reason you're in my bedroom? It's 3 AM, some of us train around here." You snuggle deeper into the mass.

"S-ry 'Geta. M'drunk." You slur out, with zero environmental awareness.

"GO IN YOUR OWN ROOM!" He whisper yells, trying to push you off. You whine, cuddling your face into his neck and inhaling. He instantly freezes up, and you feel heat pool up his neck towards his face. Eyes still closed, you smile softly.

"Mmm... smell good." You lay your face directly on his pulse point, blissfully unaware of the speedy pitter-patter of the Saiyan's heart.

"Woman-" He whisper-yells. "Please get out of my room." His voice is pleading, and your mind seems to begin feeling guilt.

"Can't. Can't walk. 'M too drnk." You whisper into his neck sadly, sniffling as tears spring to your eyes. Your body was vulnerable, especially so under the effects of alcohol, and Vegeta feels concerned. On the one hand, he is uncomfortable with physical touch, but on the other, the way your breath hits his pulse point has brought his Saiyan instincts out, and he does not want to take advantage of one of the only women in his life who finds him tolerable- semi tolerable? he thinks to himself. He sighs.

"Lemme carry you then." You hum.

"Thank you, Princey." You leave a small peck on his neck. Insignificant to you, probably, but meant too much to Vegeta. From his limited understanding of Earthlings and their tolerance to alcohol, it lowered inhibitions, but also could bring out instincts. Do you trust him? That question unloads a can of worms in Vegeta's head, as he lifts you in a bridal carry and walks towards your room, which is a short walk from his door. Despite this, it feels like centuries. He watches your face as you slowly fall asleep to the rocking of his movement as he carries you. What if you DID trust him? Vegeta knows he is not a good man, perfectly shown through his relationship with Bulma, or lack of. He couldn't keep a woman, who, he would never admit, helped him through a lot and even gave him a son. A son he hasn't even taken care of much! Vegeta's brow furrows and he stops walking in the middle of the hallway, which stirs you from your light slumber.

"'Geta?" You ask him confused, still drunk. He looks into your eyes, and can't help but admire their colour.

"Almost there-" He whispers softly. You gaze at his face, before reaching a hand to his forehead. The soft touch to his face makes his eyes widen.

"You should smile more. You're handsome when you do." You whisper, before your hand falls from his forehead, and lingers on his cheek, holding him softly. Vegeta's brow unfurrows, as he watches you. He then walks you to your room, and prepares to leave you at the door.

"Tha-nk y-ouuu 'Geta." He helps you out of his arms so you could land on your legs, though you did so a little unstable. You kiss his cheek quickly, and giggle before opening and closing the door behind you. Vegeta is stunned in place, holding the cheek you kissed as a raging blush flushes his entire body.

"Ugh, my head." You groan as you walk into the kitchen, where Vegeta and Bulma are bickering.

"Yeah I'm in pain too. Wish I could use a Senzu bean-" Bulma jokes, but Vegeta cuts her off.

"What a stupid use of a Senzu bean. You'd be wasting it to get through something ridiculous." He bites at her, and she rolls her eyes.

"Normally, I'd fight you, but I'm in too much pain and care too little about your opinion." You wince, and can tell those words hurt Vegeta a little, no matter how much he hides it.

"Woah Bulma, 'ts a little much. Let's all just have coffee, breakfast, and then we'll all feel better." You speak up as you walk past Vegeta, brushing his shoulder with your hand as a sign of respect, and defense. Vegeta looks at you with an eyebrow raised, and you raise one side of your lip slightly, smirking at him. You loved Bulma, but sometimes she says things she regrets, especially when hungover. She groans.

"Coffee sounds great." You giggle, as you make coffee for you three. You pass everyone a mug, and take a sip and sigh into the warm mug.

"I'll make us breakfast. What do you want, Vegeta?" You ask, looking at him over the rim of the mug. Bulma raises a brow.

"Why are you asking him?" You hum looking at her.

"Cause he's gonna be eating the most portions. I'm already making eggs and bacon, but he'll probably want something else, right 'Geta?" Your eyes switch from Bulma to Vegeta, and you can see the tips of his ears blushing, before he crosses his arms and turns to look away from you.

"Tch. Make me three steaks on the side, woman!" You roll your eyes at Bulma, who chuckles.

"All right, your highness. I'll make them rare and also feed them to you?" He smirks at that.

"Finally, someone who can understand the worth of a Prince-" Bulma rolls her eyes.

"Being the prince of 3 people is like calling me the queen of nothing." Vegeta's head snaps to her, and he growls.

"What a fitting title for someone who brings nothing to my life-" Bulma's eyebrows raise, and so do yours.

"Okay Vegeta, let's calm down~" You hold his shoulder, and rub it, eyes widening as you can see his hair flicker between blonde and brunette quickly.

"Tch. She's insufferable!" He cries out, effectively calming himself down.

"You're BOTH insufferable, actually. Both of you need to fucking relax." You tried not to swear often, but they were annoying you. Both of them shut up, eyes wide.

"I'm gonna finish cooking, we are going to eat calmly and quietly, and then I can go train for a bit before I-" You're taking the bacon out of the oven when your phone rings, and Vegeta grabs it for you.

"Who's calling?" You ask him as you grab the device from his thick hand.

"Tinder James? What kind of a first name is Tinder?" Vegeta raises a brow and you cough, eyes wide.

"He's calling you back?! PUT HIM ON SPEAKER." Bulma shouts, excited. You roll your eyes, but answer and put him on speaker while you cook.

"(Y/N) here." You respond.

"Hey sweetheart. Sorry I had to cut our date short yesterday, you know how it is haha-" You roll your eyes as Bulma mimics the movement of vomiting. Vegeta stays silent, watching your face. You had a date yesterday? He's upset at this information, but would never tell you that.

"Its fine-" You start to respond. "I mean, if you wanna continue the date tonight I'm game." He cuts you off.

"Continue... our date?" You ask confused.

"Yeah? I didn't hit so I thought you'd want me to hit it-" Both you and Bulma actually guffaw at that.

"Something funny?" He asks confused.

"Listen here, sweetheart-" You start sarcastically "You weren't gonna hit. You spent the whole date checking your phone and texting. I'm not stupid and I'm not someone who you can push around. We aren't gonna fuck, so stick your dick elsewhere. Oh! And delete my number." You hang up before blocking the number, turning to grin at Bulma. She laughs and high-fives you after you turn off the stove-top, eggs ready. You pile the eggs and bacon onto plates and get going on the steaks while handing the plates of food to Bulma and Vegeta. They start eating, and by the time you finish the steaks, Vegeta has finished his portions.

"Here you go." You hand the pile of steaks to him, and eat your meal. He doesn't touch his food, and looks at you expectantly. He harrumphs to get your attention.

"Yes?" He raises a brow.

"Why aren't you feeding me?" You laugh in his face. You pick up a piece of bacon from your plate before shoving it in his mouth. He choke on it, eyes wide looking at you.

"Eat your damn steaks." You tell him as you shovel eggs into your mouth and wink at him. Bulma laughs at him, as she picks up the empty plates and puts them in the dishwasher. Vegeta stays quiet and starts to eat his steaks, but you can see that his hairline is flickering blonde, but he wears a small smirk on his face.

The next couple days you don't see Vegeta at all. Normally, it wouldn't affect you, but you felt... saddened by the lack of his presence.

You are walking past the Gravity Chamber when you hear a massive explosion, and shouting. You sprint towards the Chamber, worried.

"Stupid Earthlings and their stupid creations!" You smirk at the angry Saiyan, who is hugging a robot, his hair a dark blue.

"Cute look, Vegeta. Is she your new girlfriend?" You tease, smirking at him. He turns to looks at you, and the tips of his ears turn pink.

"Woman! How dare you joke about the Saiyan Prince and his taste in women?" He grumbles loudly, walking closer to you. His hair goes back to brunette, and you can't help but admire his handsome looks.

"It's okay Vegeta. I won't tell Bulma~" You say in a sing-song voice, winking at him. He drops the robot before crushing it with his feet. You raise an eyebrow and smirk at him.

"These ridiculous jokes must end! Where is the respect for royalty? An understanding of- of greatness?" He asks you, getting closer. You look up at him, and bite your lip.

"I apologize for my humour, my prince-" You tell him, as you curtesy. "I'll make sure to only sing my praises of your existence, your majesty." The tips of his ears are deepening into a dark blush, and his cheeks are also discolouring.

"That's more like it, woman! Though, Saiyans always greeted me on one knee-" you cut him off, grinning.

"You want to see me on my knees? Dirty prince." His whole face turns red, and you can feel his Ki rise significantly.

"Y-you vile woman! Such tactless behaviour- such a dishonourable sneak attack!" He stutters angrily, his eyes becoming a beautiful teal and his hair a vibrant blonde, once again. You giggle before rubbing his chest to calm him down.

"I'm only kidding 'Geets-" he grumbles looking away from you, face still flushed. He snaps out of Super Saiyan, and his blush lowers significantly. "Hey, wait a minute! Why don't we train together?" His head snaps back at you, intrigued.

"Why should I train with you?" He asks unkindly. You roll your eyes at his attitude.

"Well, for starters, your little playroom is broken-" his eyebrows furrow and he is reminded of his loss. "Secondly, I've had the worst training block in my life. I can't do anything right and having someone like you train with me will surely help!" He ponders this for a moment.

"Fine. But only because, as you put it, "my playroom is broken"." You smile at him, and grab his wrist to drag him to an open field far away from Bulma's ire.

"Tch. We could've flown here." He crosses his arms, raising a brow.

"Yeah, but sometimes walking through nature helps clear the mind, and prepares me for a battle." You say, as you roll your shoulder and stretch your body.

"C'mon Vegeta, I know you've said that I am a competent fighter-" Vegeta cuts you off angrily.

"Does that putrid woman share all my secrets?!" He goes back into Super Saiyan, getting into fighting position. You giggle as you also stance up.

"She's being harmless, 'Geta." He comes towards you first, fist almost breaking through your block.

"Jesus Vegeta. You need to slow down so the rest of us can catch up!" You huff out, faces close together. You blush as your eyes wander to his lips.

"I will never "slow down" so that a mere Earthling can catch up to the Prince of all Saiyans-" You punch his gut as he speaks, and he barely reacts to it, eyes widening. You aim a kick to his ribs, but he quickly grabs your calf, and spins you. You use your other foot to kick his sternum, and fly up in the air. You dodge and hit eachother, nothing that would really need a Senzu. Then you decide to up the stakes.

"I've been practicing this technique- CATASTROPHIC CANON-" [note: idk man im trying] A massive ball of red-hued Ki shoots towards Vegeta. In his mind, the move sounded idiotic, so surely he could handle its power. The ball then splits into three and hits him from all angles. He's never seen a move that did that! He was impressed, but it could be stronger.

"That was cute, woman! Let me show you a real show stopper- GALICK GUN!" You tried to dodge, but it was too late. Like a meteor, you crash into the ground under you, creating a crater around your body. Vegeta's eyes widen as he flies towards you, worried.

"Woman!" When you don't answer, he walks closer, concerned.

"Woman?-" Your eyes were closed, but your chest was still moving. "Y/N?" He's right next to you now. You grab his ankle, and flip him so you land on top of him. You sit on his lap, and hold his arms up over his head, panting loudly. Blood is dripping down a gash from your forehead, and he can't help but find you to be the most beautiful being he's ever seen.

"I-" You inhale. "Win-" exhale, looking deep into his eyes. He tries to break out of your hold, but you grip his wrists tightly, and he flinches.

"That was dirty!" Vegeta protests, blushing. You get closer to him, your breathes mingling.

"I'll make sure to play nicely next time, Prince Vegeta-" His lips catch yours in ah instant. Your lips mold to his perfectly, and the small moan you let out is not unnoticed by the Saiyan. Your grip on his wrists loosened, and he takes advantage of your vulnerability to flip you under him. Your thighs wrap around his small waist, and you pull him closer to you, grinding up to him.

Your open your mouth and you begin another battle. His tongue and yours lash against eachother, and you further explore his mouth, tracing your tongue over his teeth. Your tongue caresses over his canines, which were sharper because of his Alien heritage. You puncture yourself on them, and he moans out when a drop of your blood lands on his tongue. You pull away to look him, eyes wide.

"Please-p-please Vegeta." You whimper. He looks at you, panting slowly.

"Call me by my real title, sweetheart." You moan, pushing forward to kiss his neck. You lick up and down his pulse point. He moans into your hair, and you feel a rush of slick leave your body. He sniffs the air around you before groaning.

"I can smell you sweetheart-" You whimper into him, before licking up to the shell of his ear.

"Please Prince Vegeta. Please touch me." He pulls you up off the ground, still grinding into you softly.

"As you wish, princess-" He shoots off the ground, flying quickly back to Capsule Corp to continue what you had both started. As he flies through the skies, you continue to lick and kiss his neck, before biting down on junction between his neck and shoulder. He growls in your ear before pulling away to look into your eyes.

"Do that one more time and I'll make sure you can't ever walk again." His focus goes from one eye to the other, and you can't help the surge of need that flows through you from his attentiveness.

"That better be a promise, my prince-" Before you could end your sentence, he's already landed on his balcony, and has slammed the door open with his foot. He kicks the door shut behind him and lays you on the bed. He watches you for a moment, as you wriggle to lean on your elbows and look up at him.

"Why are you staring at me?" You ask curiously, a blush forming on the apples of your cheeks. He bites the fingertip of one of his gloves, pulling it off, before mirroring the action for his other hand.

"You remind me of the women from my planet-" You roll your eyes at him.

"Usually during sex, you don't tell the person you're about to sleep with they remind you of someone else." He barks a laugh at that, trailing his hands near your ankles, pulling off your shoes and working his way up your legs, caressing the muscles there.

"You're strong- physically and mentally. You're talented in many trades, multi-faceted. Powerful-" he begins to kiss his way up your torso, his warmth bleeding through your clothing. "Intelligent. Beautiful. Alluring. You have an air around you-" He cuts himself off then, having kissed his way up to your face and stopping.

"You possess much more than any of the women of this planet. You call to me in ways the people of my planet never did. You're much more than the sum of all these things together. I've always thought this." He murmurs as he looks into your eyes. He sees your eyes shine before you speak up.

"I've always admired your strength-" You begin to say as you caress his arms, before pulling his calloused hands towards your lips and kissing each fingertip, each scratch and mark that makes him, Vegeta. "You're much more than your physical prowess Vegeta. You're mental fortitude, after everything you've been through- continue to go through-" You exhale loudly. You hold his face in your hands.

"You are the ultimate warrior. You always compare yourself to Goku but in my eyes you will always be more than he is." You thought you saw his eyes water, but he burrows his face into your neck before taking a deep breathe.

"Princess, I need you. I've wanted to conquer this body like the thousands of planets I've conquered in the name of the Saiyan Army. I want to watch you quiver underneath me as I take everything you have to offer- and much more." He growls out, showing his teeth. You whimper, once again getting wet at his words. He plays you like an instrument- and he's the maestro. You quickly pull off your clothing until you are naked under him. He admires your body quietly, before looking into your eyes.

"Fuck me Vegeta. Breed me like I'm yours." He bites his lip looking at you.

"You already are mine. I'll make sure to mold your body to mine, woman-" You bite down on his neck, as a form of chastising him.

"Don't call me woman-" You warn him softly. He groans in your ear and his hands roam your curves. His fingers find the peaks of each breast, twisting and rubbing with the pads of his fingers. Your hands wander across the planes of his body that are still covered by his blue training gear.

"What should I call you, Y/N?" He asks you softly, before taking your right nipple in his mouth.

"F-Fuck Vegeta. Please call me yours, call m-me princess~" He groans at your words, his arousal showing through his clothes. "Show everyone who I belong to-" You never felt so dirty in your life; pleading for a man to call you his, never in your life could you imagine the submissive turn this took. You want to take control back, so you flip yourself back on top. He looks up at you, biting his lip.

"Such a good princess for me. Pleasing your Prince like a good girl~" You growl at that, grinding down hard into the clear outline of his heavy cock. You begin to tug on the collar of his training gear.

"I'm gonna rip this off of you and ride you. I wanna be a good girl for my Prince." He smirks at that, before his eyes widen at the ripping sound his gear makes. You pull the tattered fabric off his body, nails lightly scraping the surface of his skin.

"So handsome, and strong. Perfect for protecting me~" You whisper in a sing sing voice, before kissing down his body. You start from his lips and work your way down. You can tell your bites and hickeys are already mostly healed, so you leave a couple more before kissing his pecs and lavishing his nipples in attention. He covers his mouth to muffle a moan, as he squeezes his eyes shut.

"Don't shy away from me now Vegeta. Let me hear you." You tell him, pulling his arm away. He pants at you, eyes wide.

"T-these damn sneak attacks!" You grin at his words.

"I'll show you a sneak attack-" You begin the sentence, before gripping his cock in your hand. Its girth is unimaginable, your hand barely closing around it. His length is above average, and you could already tell you would spend many days worshiping his cock if you could.

You slowly thrust your fist up and down his length, watching how his cock pulsed under your hand. You could tell there was something peculiar about it, like the small ridges near the head and the particularly thick vein on the underside. Your other hand goes to his balls, which seemed to have already been straining for attention.

He whimpers as you touch him, but swears as soon as your tongue touches his slit.

"Fuck~ just like that princess-" You moan around his cock, taking the head into your mouth and giving it small sucks and kitten licks.

"Such a good little Earth whore for her Saiyan Prince- f-fuck. Can't wait to fill you with my royal seed." You didn't realize Vegeta was so vocal during sex. You pull your mouth off him and sit on your haunches, slowly stroking your up and down his cock.

"W-why'd you stop?" He asks angrily, hair flicking to blonde for a moment. You hover over his body, before grinning.

"Let's put that mouth to good use-" You sit on his face looking down at him. You hear him inhale through his nose deeply, before he looks up at you, lust prominent in his eyes. You bite your lip before tugging on his hair, and in a moment his fingers latch onto your thighs, and his tongue takes a wide lick up your slit. You look into his eyes to see him staring at your face. His tongue continues to take wide licks, before it enters inside your pussy. He licks up the juice that leaks out of you, groaning under you. You moan out his name as he does so, and hear him muttering under you.

"Taste so good for your Prince. Such a good girl-" You moan out loud, before you have to use your left hand to hold yourself up. You stretch your right arm behind you, and grip his cock, before giving him a sloppy handjob. He grunts under you, before unhooking his left hand from your thighs and spreading you open. You caterwaul when his tongue finds your clit, swirling and giving it attention while he lets his thick middle finger stretch you out by entering in and out of you slowly.

"F-Fuck Vegeta." You knew you were being too loud, and were worried about an audience outside the door.

"That's right princess. Tell everyone who this pussy belongs too." The slurping noise he makes is whorish, and your mind instantly clears of all thought.

"Fuck-fuck-FUCK!" You begin to grind on his face, slick leaving you in waves.

"That's right Y/N. Tell me what you want-" He enters a second finger inside of you, the stretch delicious.

"Want to cum- need to cum so badly Vegeta! Please please please-" You beg him, your hand and body moving in tandem with one another.

"Gonna make this pretty pussy cum all over my tongue-" He mutters, grinning. You look down and see the predatory look in his eyes.

"Please Daddy- please let me cum~" You're just blabbing random words, brain short circuiting at the intense pleasure between the apex of your thighs.

"Daddy?" He grunts at that.

"Want me to be your daddy?" You don't answer him right away, but he gets a response out of you when he takes his mouth away from your pussy and bites down on the side of your thigh, canines breaking skin. You groan in pain, the pleasure being elevated by his roughness.

"Answer me princess." He demands, fingers still entering and exiting your body languidly.

"Y-yes Vegeta. Be my Daddy, my Prince. F-fuck. Just let me cum!" You beg him, tears in your eyes at the edging Vegeta put you through.

"What a good girl. Such a good girl for daddy-" His lips latch onto your little pearl, sucking and licking, with his canines bumping into the sensitive bundle of nerves. The attention serves to be too much, and your sight goes white. You cum on his face, but more than that you squirt a little. He continues to suck on your pussy, the twitching and wailing from the body above him not stopping his actions.

He licks up your mess, enjoying that all his senses are surrounded by you. When your body goes lax he releases you, laying you under him to continue his caressing and kissing on your body. He pays particular attention to the junction of your neck, where he leaves a deep bite. The bite snaps you out of your euphoric ride, eyes widened at the sudden pain. You must've made too much noise, because Vegeta covers your mouth with his hand, as he licks up the mark. You can already feel the skin begin to mend itself, as his Saiyan saliva speeds the healing process. His hand releases your mouth when you're no longer whimpering in pain.

"Now everyone will know who you belong to-" He grunts at you, his hands caressing your torso and the undersides of your breasts. You look into his eyes, panting at his attention.

"Fuck me." You tell him, touching him on his forearm. He grins at you, sharp canines stained with your blood.

"Excuse me?" He asks you, acting galled at your words. Without answering him, you push him to sit on his haunches between your thighs. As you do so, his eyes wander your body, his tongue reaching out between the seam of his lips to lick them. Your hand trails down your body, and as you begin to pant with need, you spread your pussy open, and his eyes widen at the sight of your slick leaking out.

"Fuck me, Saiyan." Your voice was authoritative, and without warning, Vegeta growls and pulls your thighs closer to him.

"With pleasure, princess." He pushes your legs all the way down, your knees bumping into your shoulders. You grab your legs by the backs of your knees, and he takes his cock in his hand and strokes your pussy. When his tip would bump into your clit you'd moan loudly and he'd chuckle at you, breathless.

"Look at you; your crumbling resolve left you cock hungry for the Prince of all Saiyans." He begins to push himself into you, the stretch of his cock nothing like the stretch from his fingers. You find yourself flinching at the intrusion, and Vegeta notices. He pushes himself all the way in slowly, before putting you both into a mating press. Your nipples were sensitive dragging against his chest. He looks into your eyes and whispers.

"You're doing great, sweetheart. Such a good princess for daddy-" His hand snakes between your bodies, and begins to rub your clit as he begins to move. The minor pain from the girth of him begins to ebb away, and pleasure begins to take its place.

"F-fuck Vegeta. So b-big." He chuckles, before groaning.

"Princess. You're so fucking tight. Gonna fuck this pussy good. 'N make you squirt again." He mumbles out, words slurred by the feeling of your pussy squeezing him. You whimper at his words, beginning to grind into his cock as he moves.

"H-harder Daddy. Fuck me good. P-Please-" You beg, almost weeping with tears running down your cheeks. . He wipes your tears before using both hands to brace himself onto the bed.

"Anything for you." He says passionately. It struck a cord in you, the sincerity of his words making you gaze at him with love. The intensity of your coupling is one you've never experienced, and your body and soul feel overstimulated by everything Vegeta. His thrusts are strong, and your legs slip out of your hold as you grip the bedsheets under you, needing something to ground yourself.

Your legs wrap around his hips, and the heel of your foot bumps into the patch of fur at the small of his waist where his tail used to be. He moans out, his voice loud. You notice him blushing as he looks into your eyes. His thrusts go harder, and he grabs both your hands to lock his fingers with yours.

"Just like that princess- fuck." He grunts. You reach up to lock your lips together. Your bodies have become one at this point, with a feeling of oneness you had never felt in your life. You begin to purposefully rub the heel of your foot into the patch of fur, as you near your release. After a couple strokes of your foot, he shouts into your mouth, cumming into your pussy.

The twitching of his cock triggers your release, and you cum around his cock. You stay together for a moment, tongues languidly rubbing against eachother. He pulls away softly, panting. He begins to pull himself up, to watch where you are both connected. He groans again.

"Look at you princess. Creamed around my cock. Such a messy girl-" Your pussy twitches and he bites his lip. His eyes flicker teal for a moment.

"Don't tempt me to ravage you again, (Y/N)." You grin at him, acting coy.

"Sorry my Prince." He smiles softly at you, pushing hair away from your face. He then pulls out, and you whimper at the feeling of cum leaking out of you. He pushes his fingers into you, scooping up his seed and filling you back up.

"None of my seed should go to waste. You're the perfect mate." He growls possessively.

"Is that so?" You ask him. He nods. After a couple minutes of silence, he pulls his fingers out slowly, and you moan softly. He chuckles at the sound, before going into his bathroom. He closes the door for two minutes. You sigh, turning yourself so your laying on your side, leaning your head on your hand. You watch the door, eyebrows jumping when you hear a bang and a muffled "shit" through the door. Not a moment later, Vegeta leaves the bathroom with boxers on and a damp hand towel in his grip. He comes towards you, and slowly pulls you into his lap.

"What's all this?" You ask him softly, voice hardly louder than a whisper.

"After a Saiyan mating bite, the male is supposed to take care of the female. I'm going to clean you up and take care of you." His voice has mellowed out, with a softness which you haven't ever heard from Vegeta.

"Mating bite?" You ask curiously. Vegeta slowly wipes your neck, before moving to the apex of your thighs, cleaning your combines releases from you.

"Saiyans don't normally mate for life, but when we do we bite each other. Some scars, like mating bites, don't heal and we use them as markers of possession. Its to make sure female Saiyans don't get taken advantage of. It also helps mix our scents." You hum softly, eyes fluttering closed at his gentle strokes on your weak body.

"So I am yours?" You ask gently. He hums, before his other hand goes to stroke your hair.

"For life." Your eyes widen as you look at him. He looks nervously at your face. You pout and huff angrily. He flinches at your anger, and before he could apologize you cut him off.

"Well that's not fair. How am I supposed to mark you back?" His eyes widen.

"You're.. not upset at me?" You smile up at him, taking his cheek in your hand and rubbing it with your thumb.

"Out of all the people on this planet I'm the only one who can handle you most of the time. If that isn't an admission of love I really can't think of one-" You get pulled into a hug, and you hear him sigh sadly. You rub his back up and down.

"Listen Vegeta, I meant those words I said before. I really do admire you, and I do want to stick by your side. I mean, a warning would have been nice-" You say jokingly. He huffs a laugh. "But I really love being with you." You pull him away from you, and you see a small tear in his eye. You pull him forward and kiss his forehead.

"But never call me woman again!" You tell him warningly. He laughs out loud at that, and smiles widely.

"Alright, princess." You both lay back down, cuddling and spending the rest of your day in bed, ignoring the outside world.

END

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BONUS:

"Vegeta isn't answering his phone-" Goku says worryingly to Bulma, who he bumped into while looking for the missing Saiyan.

"Yeah, he was busy." Bulma answers, before a full body shiver goes through her. Goku looks at her worried.

"Are you sick Bulma? And Vegeta knows we are training today-" Bulma snaps her fingers in his face.

"Goku, he's with (Y/N)." Goku looks at her confused.

"Are they training?" He asks innocently.

"Horizontally." Bulma says chuckling, before walking away. Goku looks down and thinks.

"Is that a better way to train?" He asks himself.

[abombihoney]

my thoughts as I read the new (6 months old) chapter of ethnoentomology bc i said would live blog it and this is least annoying way i can do so.

Hornet really just fucking pulled a gun out im like 1 minute fucking in jesus girl.

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ooooooooh my fucking god he's literally a sopping wet little meow meow. i WILL be coming back 2 this.

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what this fucking pronoun fuckery i need to reread this shit im onto something. i need to add all my annotations together. i need a conspiracy board. i need to make a chart with color coded lines

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I wish Hallownest’s official language was anything other than “cryptic riddles.”

me too dude the fuck.

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CHANCE BEING EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT???? telling lurien he isn't at fault for the radiance's actions

however... how could he think anything else really. he is all for blaming the radiance for everything.

i'm feeling a delicious mix of "can i even trust my own thoughts" mixed with Chance trying to separate what was him versus what was other.

What happens when (if) he manages to separate what actions were wholly him with no outside influence? What will he regret? What will he desperately try to justify?

How would he even determine what is him and what is the influence of the radiance? He has no memory of past actions to compare against. He can't necessarily even trust the memories he does have, they're full of hallucinations, gaps in memory where he doesn't know what he did. If it was "him" that did it. AAAAAAAAAAAUGH

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is chance checking out of reality a lot rn or am i looking too deep. there seems to be a lot of "jump cuts"

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back 2 valleri. info dump for me lurien i only read a handful of chapters of midnight rider.

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 "I couldn’t tell you how many times she would’ve been jailed or worse"

wait wasnt she jailed tho. didnt she like. immediately punch pk in the face or am i misremembering. does lurien not know this. i feel like he should be told this information somehow bc like. i feel like it would give him a heart attack.

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VALLERI LEFT SOMETHING FOR CHANCE???? THE PLOT THICKENS HELLO???

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why is chance so gay he is SO focused on lurien all the time jesus christ man. i feel like i keep getting trapped in one of them slow burn fics where they keep almost kissing.

FUCKIGN 2 SECONDS LATER:

Having grabbed something from a small drawer in the table behind Chance, Lurien settled back, (disappointingly) further away from him.

chance ur down bad. this is going to blow up in his face spectacularly somehow. good 2 know i wasnt imagining the horny descriptions of lurien from last chapt.

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new theory: valleri is a time-traveling post-transition chance. source: my other theory that valleri and chance are closely related. similar temperament and appearance. both from california or w/e.

wait i think i remember valleri have future seeing powers. i refuse to finish reading midnight rider until ethno is done tho so i'm keeping my theory

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Chance reflexively rejected this information before he could begin processing its implications.

side effects of having magic powered by belief: may decide to just ignore things bc if u believe it you make it true. denial is a powerful drug

wait. hmmmmm.

did the radiance take chance's memories? or did chance want to forget? like could also totes be the cool magical barrier that wipes ur memories to prevent the radiance from escaping the corpse of hallownest. but now i am thinking of all the fucked up implications of something so horrible (by a teenagers standards) that chance wanted to forget everything.

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TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSK MY BABY TUSK POV TUSK POV TUSK POV

oh no the baby is injured.

They needed to find Chance. He would heal them, like always—

ur honor they love each so much!!!!!!!!! might be becoming a lil codependent but ITS FINE

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checks out that hornet was a vicious little child lmao

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“For Hallownest, there is no cost too great. That is what I told Him.”

OH SHIT

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oh fuck yeah i fucking love use of game mechanics in stories for problem solving. go little guy go!

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HEY WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

Like life’s just a script and she’s waiting for her cue.

OH? paralleling what lurien said about PK. INTRIGUING.

(fucked up evil theory: The parallels between PK and Valleri that are being drawn here... from what I understand Valleri became INCREDIBLY close and attached to hallownest. What if Chance is Valleri's hollow knight?)

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The White Palace was destroyed. But so was the Watcher’s Spire, and Chance could put that back.

my sweet child, you are going to fucking kill chance

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Too cowardly to confront her own cowardice.

ruh roh raggy. hornet's going to have to contend with the fact that she has killed her own siblings in cold blood eventually. possibly soon

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fuck yeah i love worldbuilding. tell me more about how the fictional bug city built in a wet cave functioned and how the class divide determined transportation methods.

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*slaps chance* this baby can fit so much PTSD in it

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this is spelling euphoria isn't it.

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hey wait doesn't chance have boat trauma??? didn't he see a corpse under a boat in the last chapter of act 1???

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something bad is going to happen. we're building so much suspense.

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"Chance"

??????? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON NOW???????

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 draped half overboard like a dirty wet rag

chance's natural state really.

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something in their Void was churning

This happens directly after Chance has his little episode with the boat. Are Chance and Tusk connected by the void? Didn't something similar happen in the last chapter??

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Hornet i love u. She's so spiderman coded.

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—Tusk whacked the switch to the elevator and went up and away. “Wh—Vessel! Hold on!”

see u idiot

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Ah Lemm, the confidence of a man who is very very wrong. he'd shit his pants if he saw all the human shit in the junkyard lmao.

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Several photos were attached to the line and dangled from ceiling to floor. Dozens of lines around the room like party streamers, a hundred little memories swaying gently in the dust.

megamind ass organization system

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burned painting frame.... coating the room in ash.. im sure this holds no significance whatsoever and won't come up again.

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Tusk has so much youngest sibling energy lmao

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uh oh hornet. ur getting attached.

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this is to hornet also, isnt it?

WAHT THE FUCK

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oh okay they are connected. poor tusk and chance. they r gonna become a feedback loop up fucked up huh

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wait does chance not know shes the princess. lmao

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aww hug fest JEREMY REAL??? or is hornet infected too hello????

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IM GOING FERAL VALLERIS SEEING SO MANY THINGS AT ONCE AND REACTING TO ALL OF THEM HELLO?????

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oh my god i feel like ive been punched seventeen times in a row. i have so much hype i need to run a marathon. im fucking spinning in circles im filled with unrestrained summer fun oh my god im supposed to sleep soon i dont know if i can manage stop thinking long enough to do that holy shit

[lorifragolina]

Babylon

The fifth entry for the @harringrovesummerbingo; it's the ideal sequel of Let's live a little. I was inspired by this post by @ourdreamsareneon and by the tags by @harringroveera! When I read the Queer as Folk tag I immediately clicked! If you remember the first scene between Brian and Michael in Babylon's bathroom, you know what I'm talking about! That series was a milestone for me, I really loved it and its characters, it changed my mindset forever, athough I hated the end... maybe for that I love so much happy endings!!!

Title: Babylon

Square & Prompt: B1 "Loss of control"

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1613

Major Tags: WARNING DRUG USE,Harringrove, dancing, bathroom sex, money, date night

Summary: Steve and Billy have a satisfactory domestic life. But every now and then, they find themselves dancing wildly in an underground club, letting their hair down, with frenzy substances and sex.

Read it in AO3

I put it under the cut as there are drugs references right at the beginning:

Steve parked the car and Billy climbed down, a little puzzled, looking around.

“The fuck, Harrington?”

Steve chuckled and clinched his keys. The alley was full of people looking in all fashions and styles, converging to the big neon sign “Babylon”.

“Come on, Billy. We’ll have fun”.

Billy still looked around a little bothered. “Didn’t know you liked such places”.

“Some of my colleagues party here sometimes”.

“I don’t like techno music,” insisted Billy.

“Come on,” repeated Steve, taking his hand. “I love our domestic life and such, but hey, a day is a day. A night is a night, come on,” he rapidly fleshed a little bag with some white dust inside from his inner pocket.

Billy pursed his lips and shrugged, joining the queue in silence.

People around him were loud and happy and confident; he felt a little out of place there, while looking at Steve he had a content smile and kept squeezing his hand.

Billy wished he felt like that, he always wanted to be like that when he was trapped in his abusive house with his homophobic father, but he still felt judged and locked up by the fear of Neil and the sense of unsuitableness he had been able to grow in him during all those years. Unwillingly, he still tried to be the good boy his father wanted and at the same time, he was terrified that Neil could find him.

He took a cig from his pocket; Steve asked for one and Billy looked in his brown, shiny eyes, all for him. No, Steve didn’t deserve a frightened Billy, and he himself didn’t deserve a frightened Billy; Neil didn’t deserve to control his life even now. Domestic life was good, as said Steve, but he stopped being himself, and he was a blatant, bitchy and loud man in an underground gay club queue in Los Angeles, with a boyfriend, a bag of molly and without fear and underwear.

He grinned at Steve and unbuttoned an additional button defiantly.

“I’m glad I’m going commando,” he whispered in Steve's ear.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve answered grovelly, kissing him with hunger and passion.

They toasted with the first cocktail Steve bought at the bar. Billy gulped half of it at once, feeling the vodka burning his tongue and his throat, and smiling. He smelled the alcohol, the sweat and the hot desire in the air, and tasted all of them in Steve’s mouth on his’.

“Let’s dance,” Steve pulled him to the dance floor and, although he felt a little confused at first, he drank the rest of his drink and let the music pump under his skin along with his blood. 

He felt the alcohol going to his head at his head like when he got wasted in high school to forget his misery; but now he wasn’t running away from bad things, he was there with the most beautiful man of the club, carefree and in love and he wanted to have the best time of his life.

People danced around him, someone really near him. Some hands slipped inside his shirt, but he could see only Steve, laughing and dancing at his side, his hair glued to his forehead. He looked at all the men touching his boyfriend, and grabbed him by his collar, kissing him possessively, letting them down and exciting them at the same time.

“I’m fucking thirsty, come on,” Steve pulled him at the bar again, buying two shots and then two more. “Let’s go,” he grabbed Billy's hand while gulping the last one, and dragged him to the bathroom. 

The tunnel was dark and hot and full of moans and knelt shadows, and Billy felt he was so close to losing control too; he felt the vein on his neck pulsing, as his blood had been compelled under a collar of fear all that time and now it just wanted to explode free. Steve pushed him against the wall and crushed him with his groin, grinding his hard dick inside the pants between his legs.

Billy reached it with a hand and squeezed it. He crossed his eyes with someone casually passing and almost lose his mind, seeing the desire, the freedom, the passion in a stranger’s glaze looking at his youth and beauty; Steve moaned in his neck and Billy grinned, a grin Steve hadn’t seen on his face in ages: the grin of King Billy.

Billy grinned and knelt, opening Steve’s zip. Steve leaned against the wall and lost his mind at the same time.

“Come on,” Steve tasted his own flavor on Billy’s lips after zipping his pants again. He smiled and nodded to the bathroom.

Billy followed him, a little tipsy and euphoric. 

Steve took out the bag with the white powder and reached a sink at the bottom of the room, crowded by other people busy with the same thing. He leant a rolled bill to Billy, and he smiled a crooked smile and bent on the sink. 

He laughed out of control, and Steve laughed too, pulling his hair and grabbing his face in a kiss. 

Billy watched money flashed to the barman, cocktails handed to him, bodies grinned to him and lights, colors, beats pumped around him, for minutes, hours, he didn’t know. He kissed and drank and danced, the only things that grounded him there were Steve’s eyes and lips near him, his fingers tucket a little inside his tight jeans belt. He registered Steve talking with someone but he was so high and drunk and deliciously wasted he didn’t bother asking anything.

“Shit, you’re beautiful,” someone yelled in his ear, trying to overcome the loud music. “I want to fuck you”.

“Join the queue,” he heard Steve yelling in return, and he laughed loudly while Steve dragged him away again. 

“You’re having a good time, babe?” Steve snickered in his ear once in the tunnel again.

Billy kissed him as an answer and forced Steve’s hand on his dick, hard from hours now.

Steve took the bag again and offered him the rolled bill.

“Come on…”, he dragged Billy into the only free stall, hearing the moaning and the bangs from behind the other closed doors. 

Billy leaned his head on the wall, his eyes a little unfocused, but he forced himself to look at the little bottle Steve was showing to him. 

“A little present,” he whispered, smiling at him. He opened the bottle.

Billy took a good breath and the smell of rotten fruit of the popper got in his brain, making his blood pumping faster and harder, and his body floating in the little space. 

Steve pulled down his own pants and frantically opened Billy’s too; Billy’s dick was already leaking, rocking hard and available without any other barrier in the middle.

“So it was true you’re going commando…” Steve whispered, jerking their dicks together. 

Billy can feel only his dick and his hole pulsing. He bent a leg around Steve’s waist and didn’t need to wait or adapt, he got the whole, big cock inside with a delicious moan that made Steve feral. 

Steve could only feel the hot, wet hole around his dick and he didn’t bother thinking about being delicate; Billy cried, drooling in his thrusts, jerking his dick between them, sweating and cursing him, out of his mind.

“Come on, Jesus Christ, fuck…” Steve whimper making Billy turn against the wall, grabbing his back and wrecking him again, breaking him apart.

Billy pushed back, slapping Steve’s balls against his ass, spreading his legs and got him so deep he felt Steve’s thrusts in his throat.

He came in his own hand, almost zoning out and losing grip of his body on the wall, and Steve stabbed his fingers in his flesh, loading him with a last, good moan and keeping pushing inside him for a while. 

Billy turned again face to face with him, looking Steve’s red, wet face and smiling at him, the sweat and the cum dripping on his legs, his mind still floating in their artificial paradise. 

Steve kissed him sweetly and everything got confused again.

Billy found himself dragging a joint in the fresh air of dawn, looking at a couple of seagulls picking the garbage on the sand. Steve took the joint from his fingers and took a drag too, blowing the smoke on Billy’s face with a kiss. 

They were laying on a beach towel under a boat, still a little high and confused, resting side to side looking at the still dark sky.

Billy didn’t remember a lot; they returned to dance and drank more, and had more sex maybe, he was sure he gave Steve head again at some point, then they went laughing to the car and Steve sat in the driver seat, still laughing, and at the third try to put the keys in, he gave up.

“I can’t drive home,” he said comically and Billy burst to laugh. 

They waited on the beach to calm a little before driving home again.

“It was great,” whispered Billy.

“I knew it”.

“We have to do it more”.

“Are you sure? A day is a day, as you said”.

“I liked it,” insisted Billy, still stumbling a little with the words. 

“Ok, babe”. 

Steve smiled and passed the joint back to Billy, slipping a hand under his still opened shirt. “I liked it too. But I still like our domestic, quiet life”.

“And fucking me sweetly at the beach at down?” Smirked Billy, lying comfortably and letting Steve settle over him.

“Of course”.

Steve kissed his neck while opening Billy’s pants. 

Billy spread his legs, moaning softly.

[stinger-shot]

Yey! Silly vent because I feel like shit!

Read under the cut if you want the juicy ass details

So basically, I gotta let this shit out.. its fucking me up a bit rn.

I met this dude around the start of 2021 on tiktok AND HE WAS SO TALENTED AND FUNNY but he always said he wasn't. Anyway time skip a lil..

We started getting into a few arguments near the middle of 2022. And they where just small disagreements then they gradually got worse and worse every time it happend. And it especially got bad when I made another friend on tiktok who loved doing art related things and drew my old persona back then.

And HE WAS NOT HAVING IT and he said quite alot of bad things to me. Did I stay friends with him? Yes I did. Did I also block the nice guy just trying to be my friend? Yes. I blocked them out of fear of loosing my best friend.

And near the end of 2022 we started dating because things had gotten a better.

Oh how I was so wrong. Everything just went downhill when he left high-school. He always needed attention. He got mad at me because I couldn't set an alarm BECAUSE he was up at 10am and I was up near 1pm. So I forced myself to do so mutch bullshit for him. Like draw him art as an apology and it drained me do badly I could hardly do my own personal art.

I didn't even have personal art at this point. Every time I fixated on something it was what he was fixating on because he'd get mad at me and argue with me if I wasn't.

But everything was calm when it was around April in 2023 and we where finally getting along like an actul couple because of a game called final fantasy. We where obsessed with it for months! And then around June or July I re discovered transformers.

I have never felt as happy in a fandom since 2019! Like holy shit the fandom is so sweet.

But I kept it a secret from him he still doesn't know. Then at some point I made this tumblr to get my stupid little urges out and now look at where I'm at. I haven't been this happy in a LONG while.

And just st the start of 2024 my ex got into an argument with one of his friends and I offered to talk to them. so he agreed and I spoke to them.

Im so fucking glad I did.

Because without their help I'd still be fucking miserable. They gave me the confidence to dump that bitches ass and I honestly feel like a weight has been taken off. Because it honestly felt like a chore every day of my life just talking to him.

And my other friend on discord had helped me out to. Including you silly fuckers on discord/tumblr. If your even reading this... if you are why are you still reading this?

But anyway. I just needed this off my chest. Because it does hurt a little spite how good i feel but I just have an off feeling. I haven't put down everything that happend while I was with my ex and some things might be in the wrong order or time but at least I'm forgetting it?

Just. I love the transformers fandom so mutch mutch really helped me pull through...

Fuck I'm ranting. Uh. Bye!

Also a big thank you to Avery and rex for helping me feel better (rex I've only known you for a little bit but jesus christ I fucking laugh my ass off because of you) jesus I'm sappy as fuck. (and avery your so fucking cool. You helped me alot.) And belyyvolks (I've had alot of fun messing around about ironhide XD) I'm not tagging because I don't want alot of attention on this post.

[420technoblazeit]

ok so i rewatched gabriel's big 2 episodes, changing channels and hammer of the gods. and honestly? jesus christ they were so good. like i had to pause the episode multiple times to scream about it, insane how good this show was at its peak

and like. gabriel's great in both episodes, i love the contrast of his playful side and the moments where sam and dean really piss him off. it's so easy to forget how dangerous he is when he's literally just trapped them in a sitcom but then he does something like teleport cas into an alternate dimension with a snap of his fingers and it's like. it's just so good. he was so fun and i know it would've been bad pacing but i wish gabriel was in more episodes

i love that they drew a parallel between gabriel and dean as characters who have so much weight on their shoulders and don't know what to do with it other than hide everything behind a carefree demeanour. i know gabriel doesn't actually die in this scene and i watched his season 13 episodes before they. killed him off for no real reason i guess. but the act of him confronting lucifer and standing with humanity after an eternity of running away is still real and it's sad that after everything lucifer was ready to kill him just like that. i really do think that gabriel still felt betrayed in the end, even if he knew it was coming and lucifer could never give up his revenge. that was still his brother and he still hesitated, even if lucifer didn't

and i always knew that mark pellegrino as lucifer was great but oh my god the snarkiness? the confidence in his voice, the sureness that he really does deserve to end the whole world and kill his brother in cold blood to get his revenge? the tears in his eyes when he stabs gabriel anyway??? season 5 lucifer was so good. i really buy the idea that lucifer feels like what he's doing is justified

hammer of the gods really nailed in the idea that as high stakes and insane as the apocalypse plot was, it was really grounded in the simplest of things. gabriel says it himself, it all boils down to lucifer feeling betrayed by god and wanting his revenge after everything that happened. that's all it was and ever will be, a family feud

and it's not that the later seasons of supernatural are awful, but the application of dean and sam's relationship as brothers paralleling the struggle of the archangels and their broken family gives michael and lucifer especially a lot more nuance. the later villains don't really get that, with the exception of maybe crowley and rowena but they get full fledged redemption arcs so that 's a whole other case entirely. but having the actual devil in your show and then tying his story to your main protagonist's to give him a sense of humanity is so fucking compelling. drives me nuts

[dickarchivist]

Okay because I have 0 self control, I have asks for everyone 👀 don't feel pressured to answer them all though! I just couldn't decide lmao 🖤❤️

Ghost: How far would they go to save someone they love? Would they sacrifice themselves? Others?

Phantom: What do they regret the most?

Wraith: what little regrets do they have?

Specter: Do they try to prevent unnecessary suffering?

Banshee: What haunts them?

Athena: What's their moral compass like?

Dax'Malkin: When have they been unable to save someone or something no matter how hard they tried?

Let's get fucked up.

Ghost: Ghost would *never* ever ever sacrifice someone else, but he would *always* sacrifice himself for the sake of someone else. He is deeply caring and protective, and he'd rather bleed or even die than let someone he loves be put in harm's way. He'd put himself between any danger to protect his family, he wouldn't hesitate, never again.

Phantom: Tom's biggest regret of all is pulling the trigger on his blaster and briefly ending Athena's life during Order 66. When she finally finds them in hiding, he spends the rest of his life protecting her. There's a lot Phantom thinks he's unforgivable for, but Athena's end is the thing he regrets more than anything.

Specter: Despite his hard and rude exterior, Specter will go out of his way to stop the suffering of others. He sees a loth/trash Cat with its head stuck somewhere? Free the cat. A kid wants a sweet but can't afford it? He'll steal it or buy it, give it to the parent for later, or the kid right then. But it goes both ways, it's not just for soft things... he'd end the life a creature if it couldn't be saved and was suffering. He's done it before, and as much as it pains him, he'd do it again. Anything to stop the suffering.

Banshee: I actually answered this one here, but the summary is this: on a mission to save refugees, a kid was killed under Banshee's protection. If he ever has a kid, he'll name his kid Jaia in their memory.

Wraith: I could write a book on Wraith's regrets, he is so nervous and anxious. His top three little regrets are:

1.) Getting drunk with his brothers and letting Phantom talk him into his one and only tattoo.

2.) That time he accidentally exposed himself to a very powerful aphrodisiac and spent several hours jacking off because he needed it to be OVER.

3.) Shaving his head when he was a cadet because other cadets kept pulling his hair or hiding things in it.

Athena: Athena's moral compass always points true north. She believes in kindness for the sake of kindness. That when someone is in need, you help them. That people are inherently good, no matter how bad they seem, there is some good in them still.

In other words: she is pure of heart and it shows.

Dax'Malkin: oh God. OH lord. Jesus christ. Okay. Alright. Here we go. We're gonna go chronologically.

Krazus. Dax'Malkin's twin brother. He never recovered from that and believed the jedi who saved him that Krazus was lost to them forever. They were just boys...

Vann Cree. Dax'Malkin's adoptive son, and younger brother to Annika Cree, his adoptive daughter. One month before the end of the clone wars, Annika and Vann were captured, and tortured for information. Vann didn't survive.

Annika Cree. Nika, or "Annie" to Dax and Dax alone, is still alive. But 3 days before the end of the clone war, when she finally returned to the jedi temple with her brother's body, and her lekku cut from her head. After all the torture and trauma, asking the council to help ease her pain, ease the loss of her brother and her first ever padawan as a master, she was met with "He is one with the force now, there's nothing more to be done." Dax wasn't there for Annika. He couldn't save her, or her brother, and when he felt Annika fall to the dark side, he never forgave himself for that. Even when he was in his own darkness, he never let himself forget how he had failed his children.

[abuddyforeveryseason]

This is the Buddy for March 18th. It's an Animorph. The Animorphs book series is infamous for its creepy covers. I know the series was pretty popular, but I've always felt those covers were a real turn-off which kept me from even trying out the series. I was a Goosebumps guy, first and foremost.

Of course nostalgic fans now say Animorphs was a better series. More mature and better written, with a more interesting plot which evolved from book to book. And with more didatic elements.

And if the covers were creepy, that's cause the writing inside them was creepy too. The description of the morphing scenes were pretty gross, and there was a lot of heavy stuff going on. For instance, this passage from book 5:

"I saw Rachel, too. She had a dark look in her eyes. Like she hadn���t slept. Like something was really wrong.

Even Cassie seemed grim. It had gotten to all of us. It’s not so easy to just forget terror. It’s not easy to just ignore the memory of your leg being ripped off.

Of being dismembered. Torn apart.

One of these days, I thought, one of us is going to go crazy. Totally, lock-me-up-in-a-rubber-room nutso. It was too much. This wasn’t how life was supposed to be.

One of us would snap. One of us would lose it. It could happen, even to strong people.

I knew. It had happened to my father. I used to think nothing could ever destroy him. But my mom’s death had."

Jesus Christ, did I pick up a copy of Johnny Got His Gun instead of a kid's book by accident?

Still, I never read them when I was a kid, and, as an adult, they don't hold a lot of interest. It's kind of unpleasant to revisit stuff you loved as a child once you're older, because it can feel rather empty and small. And checking out the stuff you weren't interested in when growing up is even worse. There's no bittersweet memories there, just nonsense aimed at an audience you're no longer a part of.

Which is kind of why nostalgia is kind of a dumb thing. Sure, I could say the books and movies of my childhood were the best ones in the world, but only the ones I actually happened to check out. If I missed a movie in theaters when I was a kid and only see it twenty years later, I might not be too impressed. No good memories of it, after all.

That's not to say there isn't quality work being done, even in the baloney-factory that is kids' entertainment. It's just that nostalgia goggles can make even stuff that's unmemorable feel a lot more interesting, and not having nostalgic feelings for something can make it seem bland and hollow, just because you're no longer the target audience.

And it's a pity because, the Animorphs books aren't bad by themselves. They're just not interesting when the person reading them is an adult who knew nothing about the series other than "that thing with the creepy covers I saw in libraries when I was a kid".

Which just goes to show one should never judge a book by its cover. Or, to put it another way, publishers need to be careful when choosing covers for their books. Can you imagine a What If world where the Animorphs covers were painted by Tim Jacobus? Would look amazing.

Speaking of the covers themselves, today's Buddy was traced from this book's:

It features Marco, the most Buddy-like of the Animorphs. I originally made a mistake in the background that made it looks like this:

I think it looks better, even if it was an accident, but it breaks my rule of only using three colors, so I had to make a quick fix. Oops.

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 I didn't forget!!! This idea is gonna drive me crazy.

Warnings: stripping, dancing, a club, bi panic, Valentino, gyrating. Tell me if I missed anything. (Also yes I cut off the dance I'm the fic. My brain can only describe so much)

Summary: Mal was relieved (and a bit confused) when she found her best friend was in hell. It meant she wasn't alone anymore. Apparently aponi had been there for almost a year prior to mal joining her. Aponi got Mal a job working for Valentino at his club. Tonight, Mal finally gets to witness her best friend's performance... which was a surprising one considering Mal has only ever seen Aponi do ballet.

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"Hey Lills!" Mal called as she plopped herself on the couch in Aponi's dressing room.

"Hey Mal! How's your day off?" Aponi asked as she applied makeup, getting ready for a show.

"Pretty good. Kinda just sat in bed all day," Mal replied as she pulled out her phone, scrolling through sinstagram.

"Lucky you!" Aponi teased as she looked at Mal through her mirror. "You gonna stay for my performance?" She asked, completely and honestly expecting Mal to say 'no'.

Mal shrugged. "Sure why not. All you do is ballet anyways," she stated, half joking, half telling the truth.

Aponi tolled her eyes. "You say that like it's bad," she stated as she walked behind her dressing board.

"Its not! It's just ALL you do," Mal replied, a hint of humor in her voice.

Aponi emerged, a robe wrapped around her so she wouldn't be cold from the lingerie she was wearing.

She said nothing, only rolled her eyes.

..........

Mal was able to get a good seat, not in the front or back. Just perfect. She'd be able to see the whole show.

The lights flickered before turning off, save from a few orange ones on the stage to illuminate the dark outline of the dancers as they took their places on stage.

"Now ladies and gentle demons! Our star attraction of the night! Aponi Wiiiings!!!!" The announcer yelled as the music started and the lights blasted on.

Mal's breath caught in her throat as she saw her best friend in the skimping clothing she's ever worn.

Aponi moved her hips sensually to the rhythm of the music, the crowd cheering loudly as she moved to the beat before straightening up and walking confidently to the front of the stage, placing her hands on her breasts to the beat of the music, her background dancers doing the same.

Mal's eyes widened.

This was the girl who went to church every Sunday with her mother, who never snuck out, who always did her homework.

Jesus christ

Mal thought to herself as she caught herself staring at her best friend in a not so 'best friend' way.

Aponi turned around, removing her entire robe and throwing it into the crowd of horny demons who all looked at her ass as she walked rhythmically.

She turned back around, swinging her hair as she ran her hands through it.

As the dance continued Mal couldn't help but rake her eyes over her best friend's figure.

Nope! No! Stop! Best friend! That's all she is!

Mal thought to herself as she watched Aponi's performance.

The dance went on, almost torturous for Mal as Aponi practically folded herself I. Half before standing back up again, dancing to the beat.

Mal looked down only to notice the very VERY high heels Aponi was wearing.

Goddamn.... if she breaks an ankle on stage that's her fault....

Mal thought to herself some more with a chuckle.

Aponi moved so she was kneeling on the stage, the demons went wild with cheers before she whipped her hair around.

Mal winced at how much that must hurt....

Aponi continued to dance on the floor, the movements of her hips almost the most mesmerizing thing about the dance.

As aponi stood up to her full height again with ease, Mal let out a cheer for her best friend. Mostly for not tripping in the heels, but also because goddamn this was a good dance.

Aponi danced more, moving back down to the ground as she messed with her hair.

And just on beat, she threw herself back, her back arching and her hands on her heels, her body making a 'c' shape as the lights flashed orange.

"WOO!" Mal cheered at the move, trying to suppress the thoughts she was having about her best friend... suppressing the thoughts shes ALWAYS had for her best friend.....

As the music continued, aponi stood up from the ground before walking to the back of the stage again, her background dancers following her.

Aponi looks up with a smirk before the lyrics begin again.

.........

Mal ran backstage after the show.

"Okay what the actual FUCK?!?!?" Mal exclaimed with a wide smile. "Where the hell did THAT come from?!?!?" She practically yelled as she sat next to her best friend on the couch.

"A hear is a long time! I had pretty good training!" Aponi replied with a chuckle as she took off her heels.

"I have NEVER seen something so hot in my entire life or death!" Mal exclaimed.

Aponi giggled. "Thanks!"

Mal sat there for a second, staring at Aponi- Lilly.... Mal was debating something.....

Until Aponi spoke up.

"Oh! I've been wanting to introduce you to someone!" Aponi stated as she took her earrings out.

"Oh? Who?" Mal asked.

And just in the nick of time, a knock sounded on the door only for it to burst open to reveal the radio demon.

"Hey Al!" Aponi smiled before turning to Mal. "Mal, this is my boyfriend, Alastor! Alastor, this is Mal, my best friend!" Aponi stated as she stood up, kissing Alastor on the cheek.

Mal's heart practically broke, the peices sinking down into her stomach.

"Ah! It's very nice to meet you my dear!" The radio demon stated with a large, fake, smile.

Mal took a deep breath and put on a fake smile of her own before taking his hand and shaking it.

"Nice to meet you too!" She stated.

[teamskull-datingsim]

okay just for my own sake heres my relationships with the undertale cast.

for context: in jeremytale, as im calling it, the Player latches onto me instead of frisk but frisk is still there. and killing someone is never a possibility. the dialogue options, whether mean or sarcastic, are something I myself would say regardless of being possessed by an Entity

frisk: thats a little sibling if ive ever seen one holy shit. in general i think theyre a cute kid and i think they look up to me but also theyre full of sass and love to backtalk (back sign??) me

chara: another little sibling. I love narrachara theory and it carries over. little dead guy (nonbinary) and their strange living cohort. chara voice Fun fact! If I was alive, I'd be your age! jeremy voice Thats really depressing dead kid

flowey: little sibling number threeee jesus christ. yes he hates me yes if something bad happens to me he will try and hurt the person who did it!! i just think hes a weird flower... until i learn the truth obviously. i try to be supportive but hes kind of a stinker

toriel: "wow this is. a bigger human than im used to having fallen here. Whatever still my child." i think shes awesome and i would love to hug her. however i do think i remind her of chara and asriel for time until she realizes that comparing me to either of them is unfair to everyone. im still her child though. Goat Mother

sans: he goes between "i need to avoid this guy at all fucking costs" and "hey it's not that bad. hes just autistic. thats cool". I do get mad at him frequently for patronizing papyrus (and he tries to do it to me too but i am not above threatening him). on the surface we relax with each other quite a bit. Especially when he realizes that me and papyrus are a good match. and also when he stops babying his brother lol

papyrus: man. cmon. you know this. i do think itd be funny that if i ever actually made jeremytale the outcome of the papyrus fight will always be the dating segment no matter what the player has me do. compliment him? "hey buddy i like your scarf! i have one just like it" "Y-YOU... SUCH A SINCERE TONE! ARE YOU... FLIRTING WITH ME?!?!" ".What". intimidate him? "(*You stand up to your full height and look down on Papyrus.)" "W-WOWIE... TRYING TO SHOW ME YOUR IMPRESSIVE STATURE... ARE YOU... FLIRTING WITH ME!?" "huh." just straight up spare him? "S-SO MYSTERIOUS AND STOIC... YOU MUST BE TRYING TO IMPRESS ME... YOURE FLIRTING?!" "WHAT!!!!!!!"

undyne: at first she hates me but once i get the undyne hang out we are. Basically siblings. she thinks me and papyrus are great and we become a trio of it. she loves noogieing me because i actually put up a fight. i also confront Her on babying papyrus but i think she already knows its bad. i also think she is so funny. most forgetful fish on the planet. WHY DIDNT YOU SIGN YOUR LETTER

alphys: im so cool to her when shes just watching my journey but when we meet face to face she quickly realizes im just as much of a dork as her. we're best friends

mettaton: i am so quirky and funny to him not in a patronizing way but like. That one video of "(excited voice) How do you keep your pants up when you perform, its incredible!" "....... belt". of course once i see EX its like. of course you have black hair and pronouns. unparalleled friend group of me, papyrus, undyne, alphys and mettaton

asgore: he is so. he thinks im an odd chap but mostly very polite and sweet. reminds him of chara much like toriel and makes him very sentimental. hes not really a dad to me but i do think he enjoys my company

[vicvinegarandhughhoney]

Dennis - asthma attack

I go runnin' when the night aches- Dennis Reynolds: Asthma Attack

A hazing ritual at Dennis' Penn fraternity goes awry, and he finds himself fighting for air outside Dee's dorm room door.

Read on AO3 here or below

is almost completely gone, reduced to a single tunnel surrounded by impenetrable blackness. If she doesn’t come soon, he’s going to pass out for sure. Unconsciousness wouldn’t sound like such a bad idea, either, if it weren’t for the unsettling feeling that if he succumbs to it, he’ll never wake up again.

At last, though-

“Oh Jesus Christ... Den?”

He’s never felt so relieved to hear his sister squawking in his whole life.

Dee enters his field of view, crouching down in front of him. Her eyes are widened with concern- maybe even fear.

“Dennis? You okay?”

He doesn’t really have the energy to answer her, so he settles for a weak shake of his head, the air still whistling through his parted lips. The way she glances down at them suggests they’re probably blue from the lack of oxygen that’s also making him feel vaguely like he’s floating.

Her hand finds his shoulder, warm and comforting just like it always is. In spite of their differences, she’s the closest thing to home he’s ever had. Safety.

“Hey, it’s alright, okay? I’m gonna go grab an inhaler- just stay right where you are.”

He wants to roll his eyes, murmur a ‘where the hell do you think I’m gonna go like this?’ but instead a frightened tear trickles unbidden down his cheek, and he nods. She disappears from view and his fingernails find purchase in the carpet outside the dorm room, gripping blindly to keep himself from passing out.

Her absence is thankfully short- just as he suspected, she always keeps an emergency inhaler in her nightstand for occasions like these. She shakes it as she drops down in front of him, urging him to lean forward and reaching out her other hand to guide his shaking chin so that his lips find the mouthpiece.

“Alright, breathe out.”

He obeys, heart skipping a beat when the remaining air in his lungs leaves them. Almost unconsciously, he reaches for his sister and finds her hand, having dropped from his chin the moment he moved, already on its way to gripping his. She interlocks their fingers and squeezes hard- so hard that the spots in his vision momentarily dissipate beneath the strength.

“3...2...1... breathe in.”

Oxygen. Sweet, sweet fucking oxygen, rushing in as the medication pushes his airways wider.

He inhales deeply, holding it in as fresh tears of relief prickle at the corners of his eyes then releasing.

“And again- 3...2...1... breathe in.”

Another flood of the medication, and this time when be breathes out, he collapses straight into his sister’s waiting arms with a grateful sob.

“I know...” she murmurs, voice low as if to disguise its gentleness. “You’re okay, Den. I got you.”

And it’s true. Here, outside her stuffy dorm room, curled up against Dee in her faded old pyjamas, he finds sanctuary- far more than he’s ever found within the walls of the Alpha Chi Rho house. As her hand brushes absently against his sweat-damp hair, he closes his eyes and tries his best to forget about the rest of the world. About hazing and pledging and initiations.

After all, he doesn’t really need frat brothers.

Not when he’s got his sister.

[merwynsartblog]

ykw im writing this down bc my dumbass is gonna forget later relationship stuff with pardon Pomni: pardon doesnt really understand why pomni is freaking out about her new life and very chill but is kind to pomni and tries to give her advice and things even tho he doesnt wanna leave. pomni is so confused with pardon. she doesnt understand why he doesnt wanna leave and thinks he is hiding smth. she does appreciate the advice and stuff tho Caine: Pardon reallyyyy wish he could be more calmer. like jesus christ he just trying to nap and this guy just pops outta no where and basically loud and very energetic for him. he does not hate caine tho and tolerates him. Caine doesnt mind him. he wishes pardon would do more things for the adventures. caine was confused when he arrived and didnt care but after a bit he stopped caring. he thinks he slightly neat Jax: Pardon thinks its funny he is trying to get a reaction outta him. he never going to give it and going to be a slight smartass about it. really hates that jax calls him "mittens" and stupid nicknames like that but he aint gonna show it. JAX FUCKING DISLIKES THAT HE IS SO GOD DAMN MELLOW AND JUST DOESNT CARE ABOUT SHIT. he trying to find something to bug pardon so he can mess with him. besides that tho he is neat. he gossips to jax and vise versa. pardon is the only other one who gives smartass comments and he thinks its funny Kinger: pardon dislikes thats he is called a "cat" and is only called a cat or kitty. pardon feels bad for kinger due to him just...losing his brain so he gives comfort to him and ask how his day been and stuff like that. fucking sweetheart. Kinger thinks he is some sorta cat (like the rest of the cast) and will only call him kitty/cat due to it. he gets scared of him often due to him being quiet and sneaking up behind him but he pretty nice... gangle: Pardon dislikes her whining BUT will help her mask and try to make her feel better. he reallyyyy does care for her and will actively call her a little sibling to him. he the most sweetest to gangle Gangle thinks he is pretty nice. trying to help her mask and make her feel better is a nice lil thing when she is usually a character who gets pushed around alot. Ragatha: Pardon doesnt mind her. they dont see eye to eye at times but he doesnt mind her. he thinks she is a sweet person. ragatha doesnt mind him. she gets reminded of jax with pardon but she knows he not a asshole. he oddly cares for gangle and she thinks its cute zooble: Pardon doesnt..care about them so much. i wish i could add more but im just gonna wait until we get more stuff of them Zooble does NOT like pardon. he is often lazy and always somewhat in the way of what they were doing.

i think thats everyone..

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

I just need to rant about my boyfriend so you can ignore this cause it's gonna be long

he's not a bad guy. he's not a bad boyfriend. I know he has a kind heart.

but COME ON.

I feel like I'm the crazy one here.

we talked last weekend and I gave him a whole spiel I typed out. I told him that I spent a lot of time and effort and mental/emotional energy to write out this long thing. When I finished, he was kind. he was understanding and receptive. But I told him that his understanding / openness doesn’t do anything for me unless he shows me with his actions that he actually listened.

So then last Sunday he came over and laid on my couch for a while while I studied. When we were gonna leave for dinner, he left the throw pillows from my couch on the ground. Just like always. Just like I've asked him not to do. Is it a massive deal? no. but literally just put them back! how hard is that?? So then I brought it to his attention and he was like “oh! wait! :) no! I’m not done yet!! :) I didn't forget!! :)” and he put them back. he was trying to be all cheeky and jokey but I didn’t find it funny bc its something that I have told him about a million times. Yeah, its small but like, just put the fucking pillows back where the belong? don't leave my things on the floor? It's simple. it's common sense- it should be second fucking nature.

He is THIRTY SEVEN! he should know better.

so I was annoyed at him for the rest of that night lol. And we had to have another talk that evening. It was kind of productive and made me feel better- but that's always how it goes. Every time we have these talks (which is often) I feel better after. But it never sticks. I'm not a confrontational person, so bringing up these kinds of things is not easy for me. It takes a lot of my energy and gives me anxiety. He knows this.

I expressed that I'm feeling very frustrated, very tired of these conversations.

So then he comes over this weekend (friday night) and takes a shower. After he got in bed, I went to the bathroom and there was some of his body lotion on the floor- like a few drops. Which, is bad for a few reasons. first of all, if my cat were to ingest it, it could hurt him. Bc everything is poison to cats. And i've explained this to my boyfriend a million times. second of all, I could've slipped and hurt myself. and third, that's just another thing he did that I had to clean up.

So I obviously was like dude, what the fuck. I didn’t get “mad”, I didn't yell. but I was clearly frustrated. Bc he walks around with his eyes closed. I have BEGGED him to be aware, to use his eyes, to be mindful, and he just doesn’t.

And I know he loves me but it’s hard for me not to be constantly annoyed at him when he just keeps fucking up. Like I said, the rose colored glasses are gone. destroyed. I'll never get them back.

He just keeps showing me that he doesn’t care. And it makes me feel like that bad guy when I keep bringing it up and getting frustrated at him. I feel bad for being so annoyed at him, for 'nagging' him. But im like, Jesus christ, it's been MONTHS of this shit.

Four months of me constantly cleaning up after him. Reminding him to do things or asking him not to do other things. Asking him to keep me and my happiness in mind. Asking him to respect my space and protect my cat.

It’s just so frustrating bc it feels so nitpicky and annoying, you know? But I’m just like DUDE. COME ON. I’m not asking him to move mountains or anything. I'm asking him to put things back when he uses them. to not put dirty things on my bed. To push his chair in after he's done sitting in it. etc etc. I'm asking him to be a normal human adult with basic manners.

And I dont know how many conversations we can have before I lose it

it's not fair. I have a lot of stress on my shoulders bc of school. And he adds to it by not making me feel cared for or respected.

it's so tough, bc he's sweet and has a great heart. I know he's a good person. But it's like he chooses not to use his brain. I'm not saying he has to be perfect. He doesn't have to like, vacuum my apartment or dust my baseboards when he comes over (I would never ask him to do anything like that). I just want him to leave my space either the same or better than he found it.

I've even asked him to frame my requests in different ways if it makes it easier for him to remember how to act at my place. I told him to frame it in such a way that "okay, if I do this it will make less work for hope" or "if I do this it will make hope less stressed" or even "if I do this, hope will be in a better mood and she'll be more inclined to have sex with me" (which is selfish and stupid and he shouldn't need to think that way- but I'm desperate).

and none of it has worked.

I find myself feeling so annoyed at him like 85% of the time, because we've had so many talks that haven't done shit. and its like, every time he comes over, I know there's gonna be something. Again, he does not have to be perfect.

And the things that I'm asking him to do are not hard or time consuming- I could very easily do these things for him. but I refuse to. I will not do them. I will not be his mother and clean up after him. I will not let him just traipse around my apartment leaving little messes in his wake like a toddler.

I need him to have basic respect for me, my cat, my things, and my apartment.

[cassidyxcooke]

flashback dynamics; kieran cooke sr

when: second week of may 2014 where: the cooke home who: cassidy & kieran cooke sr trigger warnings: language. alcohol. verbal degradation. mentions of neglect. notes: cass needs a parental signature for a school trip, but it's kieran's annual shutdown week.

“Dad? You home?” the volume of her voice rose as they shuffled into the hall. The sun was out, its warm rays flooding the foyer as the door shut behind her. His truck was out back and the place wasn’t that big. He had to be around here somewhere. She sighed softly, turning the permission slip over in her hand. She could ask her grandad or gran to sign it, but her teacher very specifically said ‘parent signature’. Without it, no way she was going on the end of the year field trip. It wasn’t something she was going to leave to chance, even if she knew bothering him today could be met with…well…him. Cass moved quietly up the steps, kicking off her shoes off toward her room. Maybe the soft thuds of the soles would give him a heads up to her presence. Give him time to compose himself or whatever. He was always so…touchy this week of the year. Like some sort of annual breakdown. Why? She wasn’t sure and she never dared to ask. It was easier just to avoid him. But she wasn’t going to chance not getting to go on the biggest trip of her freshman career. 

“Dad?”

“Cassidy,” her name was a sigh as she cracked his bedroom door, she could see him sitting on the edge of the bed, a bottle in one hand and some sort of book in the other, “what are you doing here?”

“I live here,”

“Don’t be a smart ass. You know what I mean–”

She paused, face scrunching as her insides churned. Of course there was no hello. Or how was your day. Just why do you exist. Typical. Cass gripped the sheet in her hand, for a moment debating whether or not it was worth it at all. 

“Well? You suddenly dumb or something? Speak,”

“We had an assembly this morning. I guess it was closer to afternoon. It was right before lunch and–”

“Less words, Cassidy. I don’t need a whole fucking synopsis. Just tell me what you want,”

Cass bit the inside of her lip, stepping further into the room. She could already feel those tell tale signs, the thump of her heart beat, the slick of her hands. She hated this. The way he tore through her nervous system with just a few chiseled words. But he had a point. She needed to get this over with. “I–I need you to sign something. A permission slip,”

Kieran scoffed, sitting the book on the bed as he took a swig of his beer, “Sit it on the dresser. I’ll sign it later,”

“Can you do it now?”

“Later,”

“Please?”

“No,”

“B-but you–”

“Jesus christ, Cassidy, I said fucking later,”

“You’ll forget, you always forget. It’s not like you’re even doing anything. Just sitting in the dark like some–”

“Shut. Your. Mouth. Right fucking now,” Kieran was on his feet, words low, laced with a growl that made Cass’ body tense, her lips thinning as she fought to stop talking. She didn’t want a fight. She just wanted him to sign it. And she wasn’t wrong. If she didn’t get him to do something for her right then, it wasn’t getting done. Ever. But if she continued pissing him off, he wouldn’t sign it anyway. It was a lose lose situation. She swallowed as he closed the distance between them, her chin dropping. She could smell the booze that lingered, an old friend that came to visit every year around this time.

“Dad…please? I just– I really want to g–”

Before she could finish the word, the paper was snatched from her hand, a stomach curdled rip following suit. Tears pricked her eyes as her head tilted, looking up at him and ribbons of the slip fell between them. “Too damn bad. Next time, use your ears and listen the first time. Now get out of here, I can’t– I can’t deal with you right now,”

Cass blinked back her tears, seeing that he wasn’t looking at her. Not really. But did he ever? Could he ever? Her jaw flexed with the thought, heat gripping her chest. Her mind bursting with thoughts, insults, aggressions. She held it though. Too much to articulate. It flowed through her instead, a boiling energy as she turned on her heel and started through the doorway. No longer tip toeing. No longer quiet as she turned to look back at him, “I hate you,”

“Welcome to the club,” Was all she heard before slamming the door shut behind her.

[animentality]

"ds9 ruined star trek-"

I'm so fucking tired of y'all acting like ds9 was beheading three aliens an episode, Jesus Christ.

Sure, it had its bad random edgelord plots. I for one found section 31 to be boring and often pointless. I found some dominion war episodes to be bleh.

But for every fucking..."siege of ar-558," there was an "it's only a paper moon."

Look me in the fucking eye and tell me that it's only a paper moon wasn't a beautifully humanistic and thoughtful story about how someone comes back from losing a limb and copes with PTSD and survivors guilt and then tell me that all of ds9's grittier stories "weren't really star trek."

You seem to forget that tng wasn't just a quirky fun little romp through space either. It often talked about ableism, prejudice, bigotry, and ALSO.

It was the show that INTRODUCED the fucking Cardassian occupation.

Ds9 just went through with that dark ass concept! And it was written in the fucking 90s, when there were a lot of genocides still happening in the fucking world.

Star trek is a hopeful utopian future show, but it's also the "we need to get our shit together" show.

Ds9 had its dark dumb episodes, but it also had the signature star trek twinkle that lit up the darkness.

I absolutely hate people who say oh ds9 wasn't light hearted all the time, that's why it was bad.

The visitor might be one of the most beautiful sci Fi stories ever told and it was heart breaking.

And it wasn't even related to the dominion war that everyone seems to hate.

What about far beyond the stars?

Was challenging 1950s racism in the creative industry too fucking edgy for you?

Jesus.

I hate anti ds9 people, I really do.

You can dislike the show, whatever, but reducing it to purely disliking it because it was dark...

If you're a boomer Trekkie, I especially side eye you because I sometimes wonder if maybe y'all just didn't get the fucking point of star trek anyway.

It was always about fucking politics.

It was always about humanity and creating stories that would encourage us to look at ourselves through the context of aliens that mirror our own flaws.

Arghhhhh.

Boils my blood.

Ds9 is fucking great.

Have better opinions. Get better taste.