#hope ya enjoyed this one as well :DD I had too much fun

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QSMP! Missa Character Analysis and How it Relates To Pissa

This is like the twin post to the Philza character analysis and how it relates to pissa. If anyone wants to know about how QSMP! Philza as a character and how that relates to pissa. I recommend checking out that post. Everyone really loved that post so I wanted to do a twin post of sorts focusing on our favorite wet cat Missa. Special thanks to @pepper-mintzyy my fandom demon on my shoulder.

Now I was personally introduced to him in Qsmp so I have no prior knowledge about any lore or character traits he had in other series. So I’m just getting my analysis only from Qsmp! Missa. Missa at his core is kind. I would even say too kind at times. He easily believes and forgives those he shouldn’t. He is kind to everyone. Everyone but himself.

Missa is also primarily driven by his emotions. Not in a bad way. His emotions just bleed out like Ink for better or for worse. Unlike Phil his emotions are the primarily driving force behind his actions. And this isn’t a bad thing. Of course Missa will find Phil more logical and calm approach to things comforting and attractive. Phil is a calm balm and his security blanket. Missa always feels safe with Philza.

Missa also has some baggage from his first week or so involving Spreen and Roier. He had no clue what was actually was happening. And he didn’t want to choose between them. This led to them both leaving him by himself. So of course he was a tad depressed before meeting Phil. And you could say he fell instantly.

Phil was his opposite in a good way. But both are similar when it mattered. Phil is honest, kind, spoils the heck out of Missa, and just cared so much. So of course Missa fell for the man instantly. I’m 100% sure the first day they got chayanne is when Missa began crushing hard on his government assigned husband.

Sadly the fact about Missa as a character is despite being surrounded by his family and husband that cares so much about him and literally will kill anyone that hurts him emotionally or physically (looking at you chayanne numero uno shipper and protector of the pissa nation). He still believes he is unworthy of them. Despite them loving Missa just the way he is. He doesn’t realize he doesn’t have to change or impress.

He is a tangle of insecurities. Any mistake he does is the worst thing. Any criticism he receives is the truth. He loves Phil and his family so he wants to be better for them. He wants to be one they can rely on when things get rough. He wants to protect them even if he isn’t the best at things. He wants to try. And I think Phil loves that about him.

Like I previously said up above. Phil and Missa are opposites but similar in the way it matters. Both Missa and Phil are loyal to a fault. The only other loyal as hell pair in the server is the actual canon married couple. They both also want the best for their family and they both love so deeply. They both just want each other and their family to be safe.

But also Philza only feels safe with Missa. Philza main trait is his paranoia but when Phil is with Missa it’s like the things previous that worried him is nothing next to Missa. Missa is Philza comfort. Philza adores Missa and how comforting and sweet he is. And of course Missa who is emotional (will sob at anything and everything) fell in love first. But like I said in the Philza post. Philza adores him as much as Missa adores him. He just doesn’t verbalize it.

Meanwhile Missa would gladly scream he loves philza from the mountain tops of Philza was okay with that. He would gladly call Philza attractive and the best if he didn’t fear coming on too strong or making his beloved uncomfortable. (We already talked in length about why Philza isn’t used to being vulnerable and fully admitting he loves Missa in the Philza post).

Unlike a certain Brazilian Missa will never even dare think of taking away Philza agency. He loves Philza because he is Philza. And Missa is so kind that despite his love for the man if Philza ever rejects him he would accept. In fact he has kept most of his affections a secret because he doesn’t want to make philza uncomfortable. The fact is everyone can see the two of them are in love but them.

But we all know the truth. Phil adores Missa with his whole heart. He loves Missa so much. And I do think Missa knows on some level. But he doesn’t want to push the issue. Again because he is so kind and understanding. At the moment he is just happy to be in Phil’s presence. Whether it’s under a charade of a platonic marriage or not. He is just happy to be with Phil. And others may say he is not the best for Phil and his family because he was gone for so long. But the fact is Missa never stopped tying to come back home. He was literally kidnapped for months. And the only reason he went out in the first place was to get Phil a gift. And Phil knows this so of course he stayed loyal and accepted him back no hesitation. Missa always will love Phil. Even if Philza doesn’t love him back. And isn’t true love when you don’t expect it be returned and you love him anyways? (Philza loves him so much. It’s just too dangerous to say it. But Philza wants to so badly)

[kanene-yaaay]

Idk if you ship AllEraserMic, BUT:

Yagi is sad/grumpy bean bc he feels like he’s not getting enough attention in the relationship so he ignores his partners and avoids them. Then they ask him to go on a date, then he makes some snarky comment and that triggers tickles and eventually a conversation where they talk and make up! >w< No more grumpy Yagi

If you do not ship feel free to make it platonic!

(AllEraserMic is one of my favorite pairings, actually, both in platonic or romantic scenarios. They're just so adorable and cute together <333. Well, thank you for your asky! I hope you like this! :DD)

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, mouth tickles, Ler!Hizashi, Ler!Aizawa and Lee!Yagi. Romantic Pairing. Lack of communication. Happy ending. Cheer up tickles

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"Toshinori." The one being called felt the careful way Hizashi pronounced the name, getting close to his form and that made clear that the conversation he has been avoiding for days now was inevitable. Shit. "Toshi, that is the third time you canceled our date this month, what happened?"

"I thought you were going to visit the new restaurant close to UA, today." He deflected, not really answering, not really not answering, too.

“We decided against it. It is no fun if you aren’t there, ya know?” Hizashi tried a more upbeat tone, trying to mask at least part of the worry in his sentence, this realization made the other hero’s stomach turn, especially when he couldn’t stop the way his own expression turned in a frown with those words. Without even prying his eyes away from the tests he was grading Yagi knew that such reaction didn’t go unnoticed by the other two, especially with the way Aizawa drummed his fingertips on the door’s frame, where he was inclined.

And it wasn’t fair. He knew it. It wasn’t totally fair to avoid his partners just as he has been doing on those days, expecting them to know exactly not only what was wrong but also how to comfort him. The thing is: it was hard. It was very hard to listen to them laughing and recounting their stories and shenanigans of old Yuuei’s days on the teacher’s lounge, where they would playfully poke fun at each other and talk about how they both were probably responsible for a bunch of teacher’s retirement and, sitting there, smiling, drinking tea and humming in agreement on appropriate times, Yagi couldn’t help but feel…

Left out.

He didn’t have the history both Aizawa and Hizashi had with each other, and that made a mix of feelings - the ones that left you afraid of what would happen if you just let them out - boil in his blood. That is why he began to slowly pull himself out of their activities.

(And a part of him continued to wish with all his might that they would realize his plan, see behind his façade and ask him to come back.)

However, he missed them. He missed Aizawa’s soft touch and Yamada’s ringing laughter. He missed their mess when they insisted on cooking together and the fake fights they had over who would choose the movie they would watch. All of this, together with how much he trusted them and knew, deep down, that what he was doing was just dodging the problem, made him grumpy. Extremely grumpy, even if most of the time the former number one hero managed to keep all his snappy comments to himself.

“Toshi…” It was the warm touch of Hizashi’s hands on his shoulders that made it. It gave him a reminder of what he could enjoy if he just told them.

Before he even realized the words were already coming out of his lips. “Well, that didn’t seem to be a problem before.”

Wide eyes, Yagi’s head snapped upwards, staring at his partners, locking his gaze Aizawa’s stared him back, concentrated eyes, watching him as he was a puzzle he was trying to resolve before traveling his glare to Yamada, wincing at the surprise and worry that now freely danced on his face.

“I,” His words stumbled for a few pieces of second, trying to repair what he said. “I- That was- What I said was unnecessary… I will make dinner right now.”

But Aizawa angled his body so he was between the tall blonde and the room’s door, arms crossed, eyes still searching.

“We can order something later, what we need to do right now is stop running around the problem and talk.”

“Direct to the point…” His shoulders slumped, suddenly tired. “As expected from the pro hero Eraserhead.”

And then something softened on the other’s gaze. He moved forward, taking his hand and running his thumb on Toshinori’s palm, leading to something on Yagi’s chest also get softer.

“This is not a thing I am saying as Eraserhead, this is me as Shouta wanting to understand what is happening, which can’t happen if you don’t communicate.”

Yagi could see how honest he was being. He could feel his own barriers start to crumble right here and now, against his own internal battle.

Hands came back to rest on his shoulders, he turned around only to find the Voice hero’s vivid eyes locking their gazes together, care shining strongly on them. “We’ve been missing you, Toshinori, and we want this to work, so, please?” Thumbs began to softly massage the base of his neck and that was the moment he basically melted, pretending to not notice how smug Yamada’s expression got at his reaction. “Now, can we stop being a grumpy pants and chat for a bit, pretty please?”

Aizawa snickered, heading them to their shared bed.

“Not grump.” He grumbled half heartedly, a part of his soul feeling much lighter that they didn’t immediately kick him out for showing a negative emotion.

Talking about that. “I am… truly sorry for snapping and avoiding you. That wasn’t very mature of me.”

“I forgive you.” Hizashi smiled reassuringly at him as Aizawa nodded. “Let’s just try to talk before something like that happens again, ok, my favorite listener?”

“I promise I will do my best.”

Hizashi hummed happily and lowered his head to give him a quick peck on his lips. Yagi then turned to Aizawa, eyes gleaming. The black haired hero huffed and rolled his eyes, not unkindly, before also giving him a kiss.

And then they talked and talked and talked.

…

“Urg. Feelings.” Aizawa threw himself face first on the mattress, groaning in protest when Yamada was quick to follow him, rolling on his back just so he could lay on the right side of Toshinori, successfully sandwiching him between the youngest heros.

“Tell me about that.” Yagi chuckled, pulling his partners close with a content hum, feeling much lighter now than in the last three weeks.

“I don’t know…” Yamada made two of his fingers walk on the right side of the blonde. “I think grumpy All Might had its advantages. It was quite cute.”

“Hizashi…” A couple of titters painted his words, making the other’s grin grow bigger. His fingers started to walk higher, resting and vibrating on his lowest ribs “No!” The Symbol of Peace snorted, his body squirming and trying to escape the attack. “No, Hizashi, it t-ti-tickles!”

“What? No, no, sir!” Yamada laughed, his other hand shooting to tickle his right armpits, making the former number one hero gasp, wiggling from one side to another with louder giggles, trying to escape from one offending hand only to throw himself to another one. “Do you think you can escape my affectionate attack, huh, do you? No, no, my darling. You’re going to receive all the tickly-tickly-tickles for ever and ever until you remember very well how much we love you, right, Shou?”

Yagi’s eyes widened and he turned around, a gigantic wobbly smile plastered on his face and shiny eyes staring directly at the black haired one, who tried his best to not look too fond at his partner’s silliness. Yagi’s hands were quick to tangle themselves with his, huffs of laughter and squeals cutting and mixing themselves on his words.

“Sh-shouta, s-s-stop- stop him!” A snort flew through the air and Toshinori felt the tip of his ears burn. “Plehehease help!”

Aizawa looked at him for a moment before letting a smirk take over his expression.

“Since you asked so nicely…” His arms wrapped around him, being careful to avoid his injury, and he shoved his face on his so-sensitive neck, resting a series of buzzing, unbearable raspberries on the awfully ticklish spot. Yagi shrieked. “The sacrifices I make for you two.”

“Help me, not him!!” Tears began to collect on the corner of his eyes, loud, happy chuckles flying across the room as fingers wiggled and scribbled on his tickle spots and nibbles and raspberries made all his nerves tingle in joy, teases also dancing through the air and leaving a trail of warmth on his cheeks and heart.

And, in this moment, being hugged by two of the most special people in the world for him, Yagi Toshinori felt loved.

[eyeballjazz]

First of all I've been binge reading your fics whenever I get some free time so huge kudos to ya <3

Second, I've got a fun lil ask for ya: domestic headcanons for HB/PI and SS/DD :D

how do they share all their houses' chores? We all know HB is probably an amazing cook and DD looks like an organization freak but what about the rest? Does anyone besides HB knows how to cook a proper meal? We need to know!!

Well, hell!

First of all, thank you so much this is so sweet! Absolutely makes my day to know you’re enjoying my work. I hope you get lots more time to read soon, bro!

And second I’m about to go ON so I’ll chop the post here, but I’ve got headcanons old and new cooked up for you:

As I’m sure you’ve noticed I like writing about buildings so I can tell you exactly what everyone’s houses are like. The whole Crew lives across from each other on a block in the center of their territory, Slick and Droog in a Victorian townhouse and Hearts and Clubs in a duplex that’s broken into two railway style spaces. Slick would live shoebox if it was up to him, so thankfully Droog has very opinionated taste and likes spending his husband’s money enough to buy a whole antique for them to live in. 

I don’t have to tell you that cooking is huge for the Crew. They’re a small family of Italian uncles, so cooking is a major factor of their lives. 

As skill goes Droog is the best cook out of anyone. He’s self taught but for the very basics and some old family recipes his mother drilled into him back in Tuscany. And like everything with Droog, he’s someone who grew up dirt poor and now desperately wants to show off taste and affluence by being a highbrow snob. That means his skill for cooking has driven towards very elegant, subtle cuisine, lots of French influence (he says it must have been Italian, originally, but the French got famous for it somehow), and small portion size. Think of the fanciest restaurant you've ever been to and how teeny the serving sizes were and then imagine it was cooked by someone who is ferociously closeted and you’ve got it. 

Despite all that, Droog has not had working taste buds in at least thirty years because he’s smoked two packs a day since he learned to walk. Slick, likewise, had a bad smoking habit and quit for the kids so he’s not swimming in buds either. Add to that the fact that he’s had his nose broken so many times he’s functionally lost his sense of smell and you’ve got a match made in heaven. 

Lucky them, Karkat and Aradia get the spoils of Droog’s great cooking and are the picky eaters their fathers wished they could have been as boys. Droog is very proud to have snotty kids. So it is his great displeasure when, instead of having a single scallop lightly seared in browned butter then dusted with rosemary and thyme, the kids just want peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. But both happen regularly. 

Hearts is a close second but of a very different school. He learned to cook primarily from his mother, who is a master of Southern cooking and made sure her boy knew how to do for himself before she let him leave her home. The rest he learned as a cook in the army, and then later from Droog after Hearts insisted he learn some real Italian recipes since his father never cooked when Hearts was a boy. Hearts still has a habit for cooking for a literal army and so he often cooks for the whole family. 

His food is mostly soul food/American southern and he seasons hard and often. One might even say it is dangerously flavorful, and everyone agrees it is extremely fortifying. It’s even strong enough to get through to Droog, who can (with the addition of hot sauce) taste it and secretly wishes Hearts would offer to teach him a thing or two.

Too willful to learn, Slick is a very low third place. He doesn’t care about food much and burns most things he tries to cook out of impatience. Plus, he hasn’t needed to learn since he married Droog so why start now?

Pickle Inspector, dead last, can’t so much as fry an egg. He loves food and knows the locations and operating hours of every restaurant and pub and gas station hot bar in the city. But cooking itself eludes him. He does occasionally try to go vegetarian but folds immediately when offered the chance to have a big beautiful meal he didn’t have to cook himself.

This matches up perfectly with Hearts’s master plan, which is to feed Pickle Inspector to within an inch of his life. And Pickle, like a stray cat, loves the attention and knows where the free food is. Hearts insists he’s too skinny and will often say ‘Just have a little,’ and then hand him a plate with half a lasagna on it.

HBPI is a ‘you cook, I clean’ split. Self conscious of his lack of cooking knowledge Pickle does every dish in the house whenever he sneaks in (read: breaks in) to spend time with Hearts and Tavros. And very often when he breaks in he tries to carve out some time to spend playing DnD with Tavros, with an ambition to get him and Hearts in a game so they can show Hearts a more kinetic version of fantasy than having a read a lot of books by nudists from the 60’s.

Because they may or may not be out as a couple to the Crew, Pickle and Hearts don’t get to spend a lot of time out on Hearts’s front porch together, although kicking back on the porch is one of Hearts’s favorite things to do. But, every so often, they take their coffee together out on the porch way before anyone else is awake. They watch the city all in blue together, right before the sunrise.

SSDD and chores are much more complicated.

Droog is fastidious, meticulous, and intense about cleaning. He also uses it to avoid or ignore any emotions he may be feeling so their Victorian is constantly spotless. Droog does all the kitchen chores, all the rewarding dusting of art pieces, mantles, and mirrors, and looks after the kids to make sure they learn how to keep their own spaces clean.

He dumps all the chores where you actually chance getting dirty on Slick. Taking out the trash, mowing the lawn, cleaning the bathrooms, washing the cars, touching anything weird, bugs, that’s all Slick.

Slick also looks after their garden, not for any love of plants but because he’s gotten himself into an all out war with a warren of rabbits that want to eat Droog’s spices and tomatoes. The war has been multi-generational for the rabbits and they’re too invested to pull out now. Slick is the only person who really looks after the garden, Droog assumes ownership of the plants but doesn’t care about them beyond having fresh basil to cook with.

Slick’s contempt for the bunnies and ferocity in keeping his husband’s plants alive have made him an unwitting expert on what a good spice garden needs. Like Droog, his feelings for the whole thing aren’t tied to love for the plants but instead pride and anger. Droog, meanwhile, loves seeing Slick do violence in his name and will often watch his tantrums in the backyard whenever one of the tomato plants gets chewed up.

Whew, this got long quick. Since it’s already so long, I’ll leave you with one more hc which is that Pickle Inspector knows how to juggle. Thank you again for the great questions, this was so fun!!!

[oh-theatre]

Consistent

A/n: HI HEY I WROTE FOR THE INTRUALITY BFFS AU I HOPE YOU ENJOY! Uh basically just a few things from across the au, its probs confusing so ask me questions :DD and ill answer. But ye! Let me know if you want more okay BYE IM SORRY ITS BAD ENJOY

Words: 1860

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, therapy mention

Pairings: Logicality, Demus, possible prinxiety

Summary: Just some moments from across the Intruality bffs au!

“Elevate a little higher!” Remus sings, Patton chuckles but nudges him to quiet as weird looks glance their way. Apologizing with his eyes he continues working away, Remus whispers next to him, bobbing his head to the music. “Throw a party in the-” 

“Could you not?” A voice from across the room begs, a smirk hidden by a bite from Remus. Pattons blush quickly appears as he pops his head out from behind his friend. “Oh! Patton” Logan notices, both sharing a rosy tint to their cheeks.

“Just get married” Remus mumbles, pretending to focus on his math. Patton coughs, turning back to his computer, Logan scratches the back of his neck, patting away the sweat with his handkerchief. Roman bites back his own laugh but says nothing. “Play ‘Frozen two’, I wanna listen!” Remus pleads, a sweet affection as his eyes push forward.

“Its your phone and airpods?” Patton hands him the device, a giddy shuffle as Remus starts the playlist. Both instantly feel more triumphant as they continue their work. “Show yourself!” They sing together, fits of laughter as they dance. Logan once more goes to shush the pair but finds himself endeared with the boy. They had come to expect these antics, when all six had been put into the same study hall they knew chaos would ensue. Dee looked on, watching Remus butcher every last note as his own music blasted in his ears. 

“Hey, broadway!” Virgil lashes, Remus turns, an innocent perk to his ears. “Maybe shut up so Dee and I can focus?” He spits, Remus obliges but only after he sticks out his tongue. Winking slyly at Dee, the more quiet. “God, hes worse than his brother” Virgil mutters, erasing roughly at the problem he had failed to do. 

“Its fun V” Dee admits, his own foot matching the rhythm of his music. “Plus lets be honest, its Friday, no one is actually working” He continues his silly doodles across his homework, knowing he can finish it in two minutes. Virgil huffs but keeps quiet, the distraction too much. 

“Be right back” Patton whispers, taking his laptop towards where Logan and Roman sit discussing their psychology classwork. “Can i?” He wonders, Logan hiding his excitement nods. “I had a quick question about our recipe?” Patton sits, Logan listens. “I was wondering if you wanted to tak-” He pauses as the music in his ear shifts. 

‘I just had sex!’ Rings out loud, Patton's eyes grow wide quickly turning to Remus. His idle face as he conceals his giggles looking at his work. Logan tilts his head but Patton simply removes the device, recovering from his fright.

“Your question?” Logan repeats, Roman mimics his brother with his own dancing. 

“I was thinking we could maybe take it a step further?” Patton proposes, knowing how anxious Logan was about his culinary abilities. “A pastry tree, we start with bigger ones on the bottom and slowly work our way up! So we can experiment and give the judges different options” He finishes, the sweetest of smiles.  Logan wants to argue, find a problem but his plan worked and worked well for their grades. 

“We can try” He decides, a quick grin and Patton leaves once more. Silent punishment to Remus when he returns to his seat. The class continues and ends fast, they all part to lunch, gathering in their separate areas.  

~~~

“You good lego?” Roman asks as he unpacks their chairs from the locker, Logan snaps back from his distant stares into the bleak plaster. He nods taking his seat, his eyes setting upon a very hyper Remus and Patton as they prepare for their meal. “Hey Virge” Roman greets, Virgil and Dee join them, a quadrant of four chairs forms. As usual…

“What's up with nerd central?” Virgil asks, snapping in front Logans face. He shakes his head returning once more. Virgil follows his gaze however, biting back a knowing smile, Patton already sunk into his book as Remus lays his feet across the boys lap. “Ya know, I heard that they were dating” He puts out, Logan snaps his eyes, fear ridden.

“Hah! Please, Remus and Pat?” Roman laughs, sitting down with a shake. “Thats hilarious, Remus and Patton are best friends and anyway Remus has a huge crush on Dee” He adds, munching into his sandwich. Dee rolls his eyes, a soft kick to Romans knee. 

“I know, just wanted to see what glasses over here would say” Virgil teases

“I assure you, I could care less about Pattons romantic status” Logan adjusts his glasses, sitting neatly eating his food. Virgil and Dee share a glance but leave it be. “We should invite them to sit with us, they are our friends” He offers, no qualms could be made. They did consider the pair friends...so what was the problem? 

“Sup losers” Ethan kicks his chair into the circle, forcing his way between Roman and Dee. 

Ah right…

Ethan

~~~

“Easy Remus!” Patton urges watching his friend balance atop the table trying to hang the valentines decorations. The door opens, Logan accompanied by Roman, Dee and Virgil strut in. “Remus get down” Patton asks, Roman chuckles, a sweet squeeze to Patton as the group passes them. “Tell your brother hes being an unsafe” 

“Just say idiot” Roman corrects, Pattons expression changes as does Remus’s. He removes himself from the table, returning to his spot behind the desk in the library. Roman sighs, dragged away by Virgil. Patton sits next to his friend, softly kicking his friends chair.

“You're not an idiot” He assures, Remus nods, burying his head in his arms. “Ro’s your brother, its his job to make fun of you” Patton comments, Remus huffs wishing the insults wouldn't go so far. “Come on rum-rum” He hums, Remus giggles, frustrated with his resilience. “Come help me please and then we can go home, watch a movie, make snacks, build a fort” He says, laying his arms and head on Remus’s back. The idea sounds wonderful, but hes not sure hes up to it...just yet. “Oh and dont forget we have therapy today” Patton reminds, Remus groans. He knows its helpful and he gets to do it with his best friend but the idea terrifies him. “I know you dont want to...but its going to help” Patton encourages

“Fine, on one condition” Remus decides, annoyed with his friends walking eggshells around each other. Patton faces him, furrowing his brows in question. “You have to go up to Logan right now, kiss him and then ask him to be your valentine” Remus dares, Patton squeaks almost knocking over the books behind him. 

“What!” Patton exclaims “You cant be serious! Youre not actually leveraging therapy over my valentines right now” 

“Do it or you'll be flying solo” Remus leans forward, Pattons breath seizes as he swallows looking towards the said target. “Hmm” He sighs, wistfully looking away. Patton shuts his eyes tight but snaps.

“Fine” He barely whispers, Remus cheers pinning delighted in his chair. 

“Have fun!” Remus grins watching Patton walk away, so much hesitance to him. Patton wrings his hands as he approaches the group, Logan spots him a formal smile to the boy. He stands to meet Patton halfway, Patton takes a deep breath. 

“Pat-” No time, he takes Logans tie, only tugging softly as he pulls the boy into a kiss. The absolute silence that falls over the room save for Remus’s disbelief, is frozen. Pattons heart pounds until suddenly Logans melting right into the kiss. 

And its perfect, its absolutely everything Patton had dreamed of

He pulls away in a frantic panic, forgetting what he was doing. Logan clears his throat, dusting himself off. Neither dared to move or speak, they simply stared in delighted confusion.

“Will you be my valentines?” Patton remembers the deal, Remus pounds hard on the desk through his exasperated laughter. “Im so sorry” He rushes, ready to turn away in his shame, feeling a soft hand take his. “Im sorry im not thinking straight” Pattons fear drips out of him, feeling the world grow silent with the simple pound of his breath.

“Ever! He's not straight!” Remus calls out, shushed by Dee. 

“I would love to be your valentine” Logan replies, a soft tone just for them. Roman and Dee erupt into cheers, Virgil nods satisfied as Remus waste no time running into his friend. Embracing the petrified boy, Patton still believes he's dreaming as Remus hugs him. “And you don't have to make a deal, I would have done it regardless” Logan adds, Remus falls to the floor much to happy.

“You told him!” Patton cries, Remus can barely nod. 

“He just texted me” Logan shows, Patton's face surely matched that of a tomato. “I'm glad however, it was taking too long” Logans coy expression only set Patton's heart a flutter.

“Motherfucker!” Remus stands, taking Patton from behind, the teens feeling safe in one anothers hold. 

“Yes good point” Patton murmurs, Logan chuckles. One more quick peck to Pattons cheek before he returns to his friends. “I'm gonna faint”

“Do it coward, you wont” Remus dares, still nuzzling into Patton's shoulder. Patton locks eyes with Dee, tuning out the silly teases from Remus. 

“Dee would you like to be Remus’s valentine?” Patton inquires, Remus falls silent. “Sucks to suck” He jokes, patting Remus as he returns to his position. Dee stands, ignoring the eyes that now watch him. Remus stutters failing to connect a coherent sentence. A hushed conversation and the pair meet in the hallway. Returning moments later, now words spoken but their interlaced fingers said enough. 

Suffice to say, Patton and Remus had a very good first session.

~~~

“One cold brew for you” Remus presents as Patton approaches the locker, Logan accompanying him in the early morning. He takes it, the most grateful look upon his face, Logan yawns. “Goodest of the morns Logan” Remus smiles, Logan nods through his exhaustion

“Coffee starlight?” Patton offers, Logan moans in happiness taking the caffeinated drink. Remus laughs sitting comfortably in his chair, kicking Patton in a rhythm. The boy doesnt mind, hes used to the fidgets and it didnt hurt. 

“Pickles did you do the homework?” Remus questions scrolling through his computer, Patton sets up his chair, taking his coffee from Logan. He gestures towards his own locker, Patton nods a quick kiss goodbye.

“Gonna have to be specific” Patton says, allowing Remus to lay his feet across him. Remus shows his computer screen, Patton checks the work and nods. “You got it” He assures, Remus fist pumps, shutting it happily.  “Wheres Dee?” Patton wonders, going over his schedule for the day. 

“He had an early test so I dropped him off, but we’re having dinner later for valentines” He smiles, Patton smirks. “Happy one year by the way” Remus celebrates

“You too” They cheer their drinks, falling casually into their conversation. The pair joke and laugh through excitement for the day, cheer and the musical. Everything felt right...for now. I mean it was senior year who knows what might happen.

At Least this, was solid and consistent.

Them

Their friendship

[fireflythecinnamonjollyrancher]

it’s time for ~a year in review~

JANUARY

ya bitch went to paris and became like good, like REALLY good friends with my current roommates!!! we got to see some really beautiful sights, do some STRANGE things like watch a french indie movie and get fucked up at a french gay party club in the basement of our hostel. i apparently shaved my head again (per the use lets be real)

FEBRUARY

accidentally started my Com capstone like a total moron but took it like a mf champ. got to party at a friends place and watch all of “dont hug me im scared”. made a friend try a grap for the first time (he was a sophomore in college). studied a lot with kelli -- and by studying i mean we mostly bullied each other. WENT TO SEE WATSKY with a super dope friend (sad we fell out of touch but she’s living her best life and im happy for her). also like got to meet george watsky uhm WHAT wild. bullied my college in the snow and also manically shoveled the walk. was a bootlicker for the college and dressed in a taco suit

MARCH

WOOF i got pretty fucked up for capstones cast party and this is where the beginning of the end was for some of my friendships. however, other friendships were being built so im grateful for that. ran lights for a really awesome slam poet. FOUND THE KEY THAT WAS MISSING FROM THE THEATRE (turns out it was Sab whoops). spent a lot of time with someone who is no longer a friend -- her choice, certainly not mine. went home for spring break and took so many pictures of my cat. got selected as stage manager for comedy of errors which was a nightmare of a production but certainly not the worst.

APRIL

became a vegetarian!!!! joined/started the flat earth cult because of comedy. helped randi film her weird videos, which was so much fun! the bat came back to the theatre and Basil and I both saw them. comedy of errors opened and it was intense and i really hated every second. ranted about being in a scene for directing, which means i’d been in it for a second. that shit sucked bros oh my god????? he was never on time, he was so disorganized and didn’t understand his own character. organized a dinner for the cast because they had missed a campus dinner for the show. celebrated my best friends birthday!!!! “I can read!” was on the news with two others for comedy. also presented my capstone research for academic showcase day (i still can’t believe people listened to me rant about birth order)

MAY

more videos! this one was zak bagel bites with again my best friends. was elected president for APO and i couldn’t be more grateful. did a research proposal with a friend and i cannot BELIEVE we’re still friends after it because we really could have killed each other. physically fought the MONSTER that is jess (didn’t actually, really should have). helped two friends fall in love on accident/purpose. was elected as KPY president (damn) and forcibly elected as parliamentarian for LPH. ended my junior year. started work immediately after going home for my dad. mostly answered phones, worked 7:30-5 every day for the whole summer yikes. managed to pass junior year with a 4.0!!!

JUNE

 learned a lil how to quote and did NOT enjoy it. went to PRIDE with my wife and bought my first ace flag. it was actually petrifying to buy and wear, but i have one now which is awesome. holy shit got my first tattoo!!! it has faded a bit now but still looked awesome. it was the beginning of an addiction. picked up an internship at my old theatre company and... deeply regretted it as it pushed my 12 hour days to almost 18 hours. literally fell in love with the music director. 

JULY

a random woman complimented me??? so that was fun. watched after my old band directors kids (they were a nightmare i literally never want kids). got to hike and do all that fun stuff. went to the local county fair

AUGUST

my mom admitted to loving brooke more than me on her birthday (fair). got a card from my office team to celebrate my 21st a lil early. went back for SENIOR YEAR BOYS. got drunk at an old friends place. did marching band. moved in with two of my BEST FRIENDS IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD. took improv with friends which was lit. we even did a whole performance. met a new friend! my other roommate brought in a new kitten (which became a whole thing holy shit). used school sanctioned ipads to dick around. shaved my head againnnn. was sober at a party (woof why). got the drunkest i have ever been and puked everywhere and passed out on the stairs. have not ever reached that level again. also cracked my phone. fully assumed position as president of two clubs. started rhetoric (yucky) and theatre and diversity (also ick but for different reasons)

SEPTEMBER

became NOT sober literally the next day nice. started the MASH group i think??? which is like the only thing im proud of. it was around here. had to pick up a friend whos car broke down. went to pride in a local town with friends!!! that was fun. turned 21!! couldn’t celebrate bc school and stage management, but my two roommates still made sure i had a good time. marching band boys! we did a LONG ASS parade with my cute lil section. did mixers for KPY and APO! had our first football game. held a band rehearsal in the dark because the lights didn’t work which was funny and SO weird. walked to the trains with some really awesome friends. broke into the cemetery and stole a traffic cone and put it on a statue on campus bc mania. went to a friends musical career takeoff and ran her merch table bc the person who was supposed to run it showed up almost an hour late. someone showed up at the lib while i was closing with a friend asking for a place to stay. i hope hes good now. tried omegle again for whatever reason. tried to go to a local diner and was DENIED bc they went from 24 hours to closing at 10pm so i had a mental breakdown in my car at 2am in a McDonalds parking lot. FINALLY got to celebrate my birthday and go to the bars!!! well bar singular. but had a really good time even if those people aren’t really my friends any more

OCTOBER

homecoming boysssss!!!! also ace pride. worked the WORST thing I have ever had to operate in the chapel but the people were nice about it so i was kinda okay. also got to be a part of the dopest percussion show and ran lights and sound for it. rhetoric ended thank christ and i never want to talk about anti-war messages in MASH ever again. finally learned that my best friend has a partner and was ECSTATIC. worked a haunted house which literally sucked so hard but we made bank on it so im okay with it. were robbed (i still have suspicions who did it but ill keep my mouth shut). dressed up as a newsie for halloween, and my roommates and i all took pictures which was awesome. started my internship and movement and stage

NOVEMBER

LAST FOOTBALL GAME got drunk too often probably lol. got an impulse tattoo with my roommates. went to a soccer game. went to the trains drunk and also olive garden. did trauma training so i got to act hysterical (act?). did some KPY bonding. had a hella long saturday with a concert and everything. shot my shot and MISSED. did greek thanksgiving. played DD for someones birthday bc expired license. got my NEW license. had a horrible time driving to and from thanksgiving break. got to hang with my WIFE

DECEMBER

made it home somehow?? did box office for the children’s show as well as publicity which was a lot of work tbh. went on a double date with my roommates and their partner. did the filming for the college christmas card. had an awesome party at our place and i regret nothing. celebrated the moving out of our 4th roommate. worked my last gig at the museum. managed to scrape by again with a 4.0. threw a great party at my place for like 5 days straight (jesus christ). did a horrible puzzle. tried an edible (suffered for it). hiked in the mountains a lil. caught up with high school friends by drinking which was AWESOME. saw Frozen 2. went out with my fam bam. had a great christmas. also threw a new years party (what??? that just got over) and felt like a pretty good hostess (i just provided alcohol lol but it worked) and got to catch up with some great great awesome friends and keep people safe and off the roads for new years. 

all in all a damn good year. its crazy how quickly things change, but im grateful for the place that i am in. can’t wait to graduate this year and see what happens next!!!

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⏳How they confessed to you⏳

(i hope you enjoy💜)

💜Snatcher:

This sooh-deh-ray noodle will train for hours just to say three words. Hat Kid is always there to help him,not because there are i don't know 'Contracually obligated friends'. He told you to meet at his tree house and oooh boy he never felt so nervous ever since.... The incident.

He floats around,thinking until he heard your sweet sound of your voice."Hi Snatcher! Im here!" He turned around to see you of course, only to ask you something "So,why did you called me for?" You asked "Uhm *cough* listen kiddo,i have meaning to ask you something." "Another contract?" "No,something else." Shockingly,he would never deny a contract so what is it?

"Ever since you came into my forest,i though you were just another fool, but when i saw you how you cared for everybody, even me, i've realized something else." he came a little closer to your height (you smol bean❤) "You probably heard from kid (Hat Kid) about my past." He paused,seeing combination between sadness in his eyes and anger, then continued "I though i could never find somebody after that, until i met you." He took your hands in his, shooked from what did he said until- " I may be a soul stealer ,but i could never take yours, because you already took my heart." You blushed from his sweet words that are unbelievable to hear. You hugged him and said "Of course i will be yours, you fool!" He chuckled from that pun, because he was your fool.

📣Conductor:

Your Scootish bird thing will be strict when preparing dinner in his train. Express Owls will be 'expressing' everything they have to stop being yelled while living in small apartments (get this reference and you get a cookie🍪)(also i will try to make him sound Scottish) "Hurry up ye Peck Necks! Lassie is gunna come any minute and ye still ain't dun yet?!" " But didn't you call her 10 minutes ago?" One of the Express Owls said. Well, he DID call her not to rush."Uh, but it ain't ye exuse to prepare NOW!".

~1 hour later~

You come to Dead Bird Studios only to be greeted by receptionist, but you only came because Conductor needed you for something, but when going for the door, there was a paper that said 'sorry lassie,I mean't go to me Owl Express. Again sorry lassie. -Conductor'. Great, more walking.

~A half hour later~ (in spongebob version)

After half an hour you saw Owl Express,entered in to see a.... Table with roses? With a pink spotlight? At the table you see...a nice dressed Conductor? What is this,romantic movie? Lady and the Tramp? Except birds? This is getting crazier. "Let's have a talk heart-to-heart. Have a seat, lassie." (Get this reference and you have to comment down below) You sit on chair,little cringed about it like 'Dude isn't this chezzy' kind of cringe "I know this will(?) sound ridiculous but... I love ye (Y/N)." You didn't expect that,did ya?" When ye came into studio,i fell in love with ye,but that DJ Peck Neck would always flirt with ye, that made me angry." Well DJ Grooves did say too much compliments

"But it's ye choice lassie." You took his hands and said "Well...i already choosed" You can actually see that fang(?) smile rising on his face. While you two enjoy the silent conffesion, you hear one Express Owl cughing until he said "Umm sorry to interrupt but......who controls the train if you re here?"

Oh no. Here come the P-word-angry-bird-!"YOU PECK-NECK, WHY DIDN'T YE SAID IT SOONER! I'TS ME BABY!"

📽Dj Grooves:

No.

Please.

He LIVES FOR IT DARLING!

Romantic dinner? Please,this high-heel wearing penguin will make everthing PERFECT to make sure you're feeling welcomed like A STAR!

You were waiting for DJ Grooves to finish his movie until you see some Moon Penguins bringing....candles? Weird. They saw you and quickly run in studio. Well ain't you a PECK NE-!

Ahem let's continue.

You chased them down to see Grooves with MOON PENGUINS THAT YOU CHASED! You hid very quickly,not wanting DJ Grooves to see you"So,darling didn't find you,did she?" "No,boss she didn't we swear." Replied Moon Penguins. "Oh great! My star shouldn't see this unprepared dinner! She can't know that i prepare this ALL for her!" Wait a minute.....?..........Candles....?......Then this........?........is he making diner because he likes me? Okay,i think you had enough.

"That's it! I can't take this! Grooves why do you acting strange these days?" Him and Moon Penguins are shocked to see you,full of rage that you could even call it 'Starlet's rage' "D-darling! I can explain this!" "Well you better have a reason because i LIKE YOU NO MATTER WHA-!" You just realized that you said that out loud. Whoops "Wait? Really darling? You like me?" "Yes Grooves. And i also know you like me too." "But how? I told Moon Penguins to lock up the studio-!" "There's a vent."

Both of you were silent. Welp that was akward. Let's just say you both were happy that you accepted each other.

A normal girl and disco penguin. How akward can it be?

👔Mafia Boss:

MAFIA WILL NOT BE A WEAKLING TO ASK A GIRL!

Mafia Boss will pretty much ATLEAST ask some of his Mafia Goons for advice cuz he doesn't know about ANYTHING.

You are just sitting at first seats close to stage,where apparently were only Mafia Goons here(*Akwardness arises*).

Then curtains opened only to see Boss of all Mafia "Greetings my Mafia! It is i! The most powerful man you ever witnessed!" He proudly says while Mafia Goons giving the applause to their boss.

You were just wondering where the PECK are you even invited? What did he need you for? And how does he know location of your home?!

"I have a annoucement to make for i have a conffesion!" Weird,will he realize that Cooking Cat makes their food insead of them?

"There's a certain someone who makes me weak! and i don't know why! And i want anwsers!" He pointed his pizza cutter(?) at you.

Yes you.He pointed at you. Like,dude really? What did i do? Isn't Mustache Girl the one who makes you feel weak?

"Ever since you landed on Mafia Town, i felt like a weakling! What magic are you using!?" (get the first quote?) Then the Mafia Goons throw you to the stage,right i front of Mafia Boss "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME,GIRL?!" "Uhh... I...." He was waiting for you to answer.

Hold on-HOLD ON A MINUTE!YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! HE'S THE ONE WHO LITTERALY ORDER HIS GOONS KIDNAP YOU WHILE WATCHING SNATCHER WITH HIDDEN CAMERA! "Wait? What? Whoa,Whoa W H O A. I didn't do anything." "Than why do i have this feeling when i'm around you!?" *Cricket noises*.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Wait................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. "You like me?"The realization hit the chef(?) too ,making him at the same time shocked and sweating so much that he quickly whispered to two Mafias behind him "What do i do?" Two buffed Mafias shrugged "Mafia didn't se our wife for a long time. Mafia can't help you."

(Fun fact: in Mafia Boss's storybook,there's a page that shows some pink,buffed(?) like figures with blond and brown hairs,i can think it's their wives when they look for perfect place now called Mafia Town 😋)

Oh boy,what will he do next. He turned around to see you until he finnaly bursted"I......UH- BE MY SIGNIFICANT OTHER !!!"

(Idk i think it's not in his style to say 'girlfriend' so *yeet out in window)

To be honest,you liked Mafia boss not because of title,it's maybe his....personality? I mean,he's your friend, he'w generous, i mean, that's better then going to spooky manor *wink wink*.

Now you probably thinking 'what happened to (Y/N) and Mafia Boss'?. Weeeeeeeell you two is will try your best to work out your newfound relationship.

Until Mustache Girl comes.

"(Y/N)!!! What you doing here?! there are bad guys EVERYWHERE?!"

🌙Moonjumper: You are pulling his heart! Of course he will confess to his soon-to-be love of his un-life!

You waited for night because that's when Moonjumper would come,well at least Snatcher doesn't bother you

(or maybe he just smug dances along wit Hat Kid and Bow Kid)

"I have arrived!" You hear your friend's gentle voice in the sky.

Now on the ground ,still floating, asked you a odd question that didn't ever tell "Are you in love with someone?" Wait. Wot? "Uh,what do you mean Moon?" He happyily hums "Because i am!" "Oh,really heh. Wait is it-" "No my dear, it isn't her!" "Then who is-WOAH!"

He just snatched (hehe) you in his arms, suprising you"it was you the whole time!" Moonjumper kisses your face then to your lips,seeing him so much happy. Not just his 'I am Moonjumper' happy,but his 'I am Moonjumper AND IM IN LOVE' happy.

You hugged him ,laughing about his 'confession'. I guess even corpses can have somebody to love,right?

❄Vanessa:

She's little shy about it.

You went to visit her in her manor like usual until you saw her running towards you "(Y/N)! You're here!" She hugged you very tightly "I missed you so much!" "I missed you too Vanny. C-can you let me go now?" She let you go while you take some breath "So ,*huff* what did you *huff* call me for?"

You noticed she blushed a little until she said: "I-i...." She nervously paused."I uh...uh...I LOVE YOU (Y/N)! ANDPLEASEDON'TLEAVEMEIDON'TWANNABEALONEIMSORRYPLEASEDON'TBEMA-!" "Whoa hold on Vanessa."You paused her. You let a small chuckle "Vanessa,of course i love you. Why would you think i will leave you-" you se her crying, her red eyes full of saddness and sorrow."B-b-because *sniff* m-my m-m-om w-ould always say that dd-ad l-left her bec-c-cause i w-was born*sniff* that h-he d-d-idn't want me" You hugged her,but she continue to cry."A-and t-that i-i will never find my prince because i was born."

Man,her mom was really uncaring. Seriously,who tells their children the reason why their father of mother left them becsuse they were born? Well,her mother of course.

"Your mom isn't right. She can't blame you just because you were born, that's wrong! I will love to fullest and never let anybody hurt you like that" (the cheeziness) she sniffed, looked at you "You would do that? For me?"you hold her gloved hands and smiled "Anything to make you happy."

She hugged you again,knowing you won't leave her and will accept the way she is.

[softmoxymuffin]

Hot Cocoa and Surprise Hugs

part 4 of the check please series. this one took a little longer to write. been so busy with school. tomorrow i’ve got a pta meeting with my pupil’s parents and i should have been prepping but i just felt the need to get this out before i could do any work (excuses.. excuses)

any way the rest of the series is down below

Chapter 1: Check Please

Chapter 2: Airplanes and Automobiles

Chapter 3: Tellin’ the Folks

Chapter 4: Hot Cocoa and Surprise Hugs

Chapter 5: Breakfast Sandwiches

Chapter 6: Learning Experience

Chapter 7: Keeping up Defenses

Chapter 8: Confessions in the Bitter Cold

still have no idea where this fic is going.. but it definitely is going. got some ideas where and how. just about finding the time to write it up. i hope you can be patient and bear with me

as always (realized i hadn’t written this disclaimer on any of my ambrollins stuff). kindly do not take the fanfiction too seriously. it’s just a fantasy between us fans. it means nothing and it’s not made to judge or attack the people who inspired the story... just enjoy it for what it is... just a fun read (if you like it.. if not then hope you find a better one.. there’s tons of them out there)

anyway... rambling.. enjoy the fic

Seth shot up sitting on his bed. How his feet dangled on the edge reminded him exactly where he was; in his too small childhood bed, in his childhood room, in his childhood home. He leaned back on his elbows breathing hard. His heart beating a little too fast in his chest. Not really knowing why. He lied back down and closed his eyes. He tried to reach back into his mind for what exactly he had dreamt of that made him go into a cold sweat in the middle of the Iowa winter.

He was with Dean at that restaurant again. They had their meal and a couple of drinks. They had walked back to their hotel room opting to take the time to rest the night before driving all the way to the next state for the show. They made way to their shared room. They took off their jackets, then shirts, and then the rest of their clothing. It started with soft touches and a kiss at the nape of Seth’s neck. Broad warmth across his back made him hot all over. The shared touches turned to gropes, kisses on necks moved to lips. Their casual talk turned to moans it was right as Dean had pushed him back onto their hotel bed when he had been rudely awaken from his dream.

Another loud sound coming from the outside his room had finally made him get up and out of his bed. He walked down the hall and made his way towards the voices coming from their kitchen. He could hear his mom and his stepdad’s joint laughter, one always coming along with the other. His brother Brandon’s slight wheeze of a laugh, and his sister Dd’s light giggle. Laughter that seemed to only get louder after the a familiar rumble of a voice spoke animatedly something about ‘a wild elephant that seemed to have gotten lose in the middle of the Vegas strip.’ Seth couldn’t help but smile knowing the people he loved the most were happy and all in one spot.

He turned the corner to confirmed his suspicions. At the sink was his mom who was putting a stack of dishes in the sink. His stepdad at the stove was flipping his nth pancake. His brother Brandon was leaning against the counter top as he sipped his coffee. Dd was still seated at the dining room and was leaning a pretty close to the newly arrived Dean.

“Good morning sleeping beauty!” the more than a little road worn man greeted with a huge smile on his face. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than you I’m sure.” Seth teased as he made his way towards his best friend for a their usual friendly handshake, but Seth was a little surprised when the other man had actually stood up and opened his arms for to give a big hug.

Seth really shouldn’t be so surprised. For a man so private and guarded as Dean could be, he was always very tactile and touchy. What he didn’t always said in words he’d say with action; a hug for a warm hello, a playful smack on the ass for encouragement in the middle of a match, and maybe if you’re unlucky a hard punch when he didn’t particularly like you. Dean was a hugger, but something about this seemed a tiny bit off. Maybe it was how dean leaned his head a little more on his shoulder, or how his arms stayed around his waist longer than a couple of seconds, or maybe Seth was just overthinking again.

“You stink.” He teased the dirty blonde as he pulled back a tiny bit.

“Give me a break,” he said in mock defense. “I had to drive like 12 hours to get here.”

‘So why did you?’ Seth was so tempted to ask but knew it was neither the time nor the place for it.

“Well you definitely smell like it.” Seth teased even further, not really knowing why but it seemed like teasing the other man this way seemed effective for Seth to forget exactly what he had been thinking about only a couple of minutes ago. “Aren’t you dead tired by now? Take a shower and get some shut eye will ya.” He urged his friend to get some rest.

“Can’t. I’m still jacked up from all the Redbull I drank.” He said as he took another sip from his mug.

“And you’re drinking coffee?!” Seth exclaimed as he reached for his friend’s drink.

“Relax princess,” Dean said as he pulled the mug away from the brunette’s grabby hands. “It ain’t coffee… It’s actually your mom’s special cocoa.” The blonde smiled cheekily as he took another sip of it..

“Wait…” Seth paused and made a comically slow turn towards his mom with accusing eyes. “You’re special cocoa? The one you only make on Christmas morning?”

Holly only smiled and shrugged. “He looked like needed it.” She answered simply then went back to washing the dishes.

Seth goes back to looking at his best friend with utter disbelief.

Without missing a beat, Dean looked at Seth squarely in the eye and silently mouthed ‘your mom loves me’ then gave the him a smug smile.

The Armenian stood there utterly annoyed by the other man but the fact that his siblings were trying their best, and failing to suppress a laugh, was enough to make him break and chuckle himself.

He knew exactly how Dean was on a nearly daily basis at work, how could he ever have thought he’d be any different now. The blonde was full of charisma, all 6’4 of him. He could charm the pants off just about anyone. Seth smiles to himself, which quickly turned sour, how that little flutter under his ribs reminded him of how his dream at went.

Seth busied himself by grabbing a mug of coffee for himself, but only after he discreetly tried to check if his mom had made more cocoa, but was disappointed to realize that she was already cleaning up. She had only made cocoa for Dean. Seth didn’t know he could feel both jealous and inexplicably happy all that the same time.

“So, Dean,” Holly spoke as she put away the last of the dishes. “How long will you be staying with us?” she asked with complete sincerity in her voice.

Seth could tell she meant nothing bad about it, only to know how much she should adjust and prepare for their guest. But for a split second, Seth noticed an embarrassed look on his best friend’s face. Doubt anyone else could have noticed it, but Seth definitely did but again said nothing and kept his mouth busy by taking a sip of his coffee.

“Uhhhmm, well-” Dean seemed to stall, finding the right words “I’m not really sure actually… Family is not expecting me. Mom and Dad are enjoying themselves with their respective others… and my sister and her family is spending time with her in-laws in Jersey…” it was one of the rare occasions Seth saw the other man sort of lost for words.

Before he could save him, God bless his mother had done it first. “Well then, their lost…” she said a welcoming smile. “You’re welcomed here for as long as you want.” Then subconsciously turned to Hector who only nodded in silent agreement.

Seth looked around the room and saw his whole family more than willing, but actually happy to welcome his friend into their home. Brandon and Dd too, with the former muttering a ‘welcome to the chaos’ and the latter smiled a little too warmly with her hand brushing against the older man’s knee.

The Armenian didn’t really know how to process that, so he decided to chuck it off and grab his friend off. “Come on Dean… before you pass out in my mother’s kitchen.” He teased, but seriously did pull him away from his sisters grabby hands.

The dirty blonde gave a yawn after finishing off the cocoa and motioning to go and rinse it himself, but was cut off by Dd who gently grabbed it and said that she could take care of it for him. It made Seth glare at her, before leading the other wrestler deeper into their home.

They first picked up Dean’s things, which was mainly his bag’s from before just by their front door. Seth took the one bag and Dean the other, as they walked through the house rather quickly as the younger of the two pointing where everything was.

They finally got to the guest bedroom where Seth left Dean with his things as he went to retrieve a couple of toiletries the assumed the man needed. He walked back to the guest room seeing the other man now sleepy eyed and sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Come on big guy,” he urged. “You should take a hot shower for a bit, it’ll make you feel better, it’ll help you take your beauty rest.”

“Think you’re mom’s cocoa already did that. What did she put in that thing, Ambien?” he joked, while trying and failing to stop another yawn.

“Nope, just lots of love… which could also be Ambien.” He joined in the teasing, before he grabbed the taller man by the hands and pulled him upright. “Now, come on. I’ll get the shower heated for you.”

Seth went to the guest bathroom and turned the shower on, adjusting the knobs to get the temperature just right for Dean. Once he got that and steam started to form on the mirror, Seth came back out.

The younger man stopped right outside the bathroom door. Whatever he was supposed to say now totally gone as he couldn’t stop but stare at the sight in front of him. While he was gone, Dean had gotten comfortable and took his boots, socks, and hoodie off. He was just about to take his signature tank off when he stopped to look at the other man curiously.

“What?”  he asked, his voice gruffer from the exhaustion.

“Huh?” Seth snapped out of it. “Nothing man, just saying the shower is ready.” He felt like he gulped down his own tongue.

The older man seemed too tired to even notice anything weird about his friend. He only shrugged and continued to take his tank off.

Seth embarrassed turned to look away, which absolutely made no sense to him why he felt the need to. This was Dean, a man he had been working with for almost a 10 years now. He’d even fought with and against the same man in the exact amount of undress he was in right now. When the hell did Seth develop an embarrassment over it?

Seth mentally asking questions he couldn’t answer, as he gathered together the toiletries he had gotten for the said man. Seth was just about to leave it right by the bathroom door and leave the other man in peace.

“Wait, Seth.” he called out to him.

Seth turned as he was ready to leave, his hand so close to reaching the doorknob. He stood there, a little to tensely, willing his body to function normally for God sake. He had no idea why he was so damn nervous to be alone in a bedroom with a half-naked Dean Ambrose. Reviewing the situation, it should have been painfully obvious why.

“I just… I wanna…” Dean started, but again seemed to have trouble finding the right words.

Seth would have understood the shyness with his family, but couldn’t place to why he seemed to act the same with him right now.

Dean walked closer, and dropped his voice to a low whisper as if he were about to tell the other man a secret. “I… I want to say thank you.. for this. I know it’s pretty weird.”

“You’re pretty weird.” Seth said reflexively out of nowhere, and regretted for a second.

It did make the older man smile, but Seth noticed it was not a real smile. It was a little sad, before recovering by replying “That I am… and thanks.. for understanding that. I know you must wanna ask me some things, and I wanna tell you somethings.. but.. not right now.”

“That’s ok.” Seth reassured. “You don’t have to explain anything.”

“But I want to,” the other man admitted in weak voice. “I want to.. just… you know..”

“Not now,” he nodded in understanding.

“Yeah,” he gave a tight, closed-lip smile.

“Like my mom said,” Seth replied. “You can stay here as long as you want.”

Dean smiled, a real one this time. It was small, but Seth knew it was real.

Dean looked like he was just about to thank him again, but Seth cut him off only to add “No, thanks needed man… I’m here for you.”

Dean smiled a little more now, before he again surprised the younger man with a hug. Seth felt Dean’s warm skin against his forearms. The other man’s bear chest a little stickily against the shirt print of his old Shawn Michaels t-shirt. Surprisingly of all, the taller man’s face lowered to lean down against Seth’s shoulder. His sleep heavy weight feeling somewhat comforting on the younger man.

Seth wrapped his arms around him back. Whatever Dean was going through, Seth was more than happy to be here for him for as long as he needed him to be.

[grifalinas]

Stan didn’t plan for it to happen. And he wasn’t sure why he was here. But since the heat had stopped working in his car, Summer was piling a big plate of sandwiches in front of him, and Stanford was actually willing to be in the same room with him, maybe he’d try to ride it out. What could it hurt?

Okay, so this is what happened:

Stan was standing on a street corner trying to enjoy a peaceful smoke, reminding himself that he’d just got to town and so it was way too early to start breaking the law- didn’t want to get run out of town just yet- and in general just minding his own business when a girl about his own age dashed up to him, said, “There you are! Come on, you’re late!” in a very stern voice, then grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

She’d scolded him the entire short walk across the street, down two blocks, and down to an apartment building on the end of that street, ignoring his protests and demands for an explanation and every attempt to get free of her surprisingly vice-like grip. And then taken him inside where at least it wasn’t cold, and continued to ignore him- he wasn’t saying much now anyway, just sulking- until she’d reached her destination.

It was a small studio apartment, and there were two people at the table in the corner. One was leaning back in his chair playing a banjo, and the other-

“Wait, you’re not Stanford,” the girl said, coming up behind him and taking in the room.

“Wow, with brains like that, I can definitely see what you’re doing rolling with my brother there,” Stan said dryly, not taking his eyes off of Ford, who looked furious to see him. Well, not surprising, Stan wasn’t exactly happy about it either.

“Oh, you guys are related then!” she said cheerily. “At least I didn’t grab a random stranger off the street.”

“I mean, you absolutely did that,” Stan replied, still not looking away from his brother. In all fairness to Stanford, he hadn’t broken their impromptu staring contest either.

“I thought you were Stanford,” she explained needlessly.

“We don’t look that much alike,” Ford said, which was actually not true- cosmetic differences aside, they looked more alike than they had as children. Stan had stopped slicking his hair back- hair gel was expensive- and Ford had bulked up in the interim. If they swapped clothes and changed their voices, they could have pretended to be each other easily.

“Yer twins, Stanford,” said the banjo guy. “You look pretty much exactly alike.”

“Not to people who know us.”

“But I don’t know you!” the girl said cheerily. “That was the point of this DD&MoreD group! Oh, whatever, we need a fourth since Roger bailed anyway. You wanna stay, other Pines guy? Ever played Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons?”

“Never in my life,” Stan said, still refusing to look away from Stanford. He let the girl lead him to the table anyway. “But I’m always up to learn new things,” which was a blatant lie, and likely the reason Ford was snorting in disbelief, “And it’s Stanley, for the record.”

“Well I’m Summer, and that’s Fiddleford, and of course you already know Stanford, so why don’t you join our group? It’ll be fun?”

“Looks like that’s my cue to leave, then,” Stanford said, standing to go. Fiddleford stopped plucking at his banjo.

“Aw, come on, Stanford, ya promised ya’d play with us!”

“Heh, looks like you haven’t found out yet, but Stanford here is really good at breaking promises,” Stan said, settling into the seat Summer had offered and looked smug when Ford glowered at him.

“And I’m sure if you stick around, they’ll quickly learn that you really only care about yourself,” Ford shot back, but sat down anyway. “Are we going to play or not?”

“Just a minute, we need to get Stanley caught up.” She’d pulled an enormous book toward her. “We can work out your character’s backstory later, but right now let’s just get you rolled and game-ready, okay? What class and race would you like to be?”

“Oh- I dunno- how about you pick for me? I don’t really know anything about the game to decide.”

“Maybe if you’d ever paid attention to someone else’s interests,” Stanford muttered, but Summer ignored him and started filling out a character sheet.

“Yeesh,” Fiddleford said. “What in the world happened between you two anyway?”

“Nothing much,” Stan said. “My brother just turned his back on me at my time of greatest need, that’s all.”

“What Stanley means is, he ruined my life and then was forced to actually face the consequences of his actions for a change.”

“Yep,” Stan said dryly. “Because being a broke, starving, and homeless high school drop out wasn’t disproportionate retribution for one little accident at all.”

And shit, he hadn’t meant to say that- hadn’t ever wanted Ford to know how far he’d sunk- but now it was out there, and Fiddleford was looking horrified and Summer was jumping up and running into the little kitchen, where a platter of sandwiches was sat on the counter. Ford just looked angry, though.

“Are you seriously still insisting it was an accident?!”

“You mean telling the truth? Absolutely.”

“That would be a first.”

“Here, I made sandwiches for our DD&MoreD night,” Summer said, setting the plate beside him. “Help yourself! No one starves under my roof.”

After a three second battle with his pride vs his hunger, Stan grabbed a sandwich from the platter. He’d thought he’d have to start picking pockets for dinner tonight, this was great.

“Thanks, babe,” he said. “You’re a real classy gal. Dunno how you fell in with this nerd.”

“We take astrophysics together. Okay, I’ve got your character sheet done, so let’s get your rolled in and then we can start! I’m sure you’ll pick everything up really quickly, and I can help you with anything you’re having trouble with!”

She beamed at him, and Stan glanced around the room, taking in Fiddleford, who had finally set his banjo aside, and Ford, who was sulking but hadn’t tried to leave again, and then back at Summer, who looked so hopeful. He sighed, and picked up the dice she was handing him.

“All right,” he said. “Maybe it’ll be fun.”

[disabledbatman]

HECK YEAH THEY ARE! So you have a favorite?? Honestly dinosaurs are very underrated I mean,they’re just so BIG!! And that’s not even taking about prehistoric insects!! Oh man maybe I watch to many documentaries but they’re just so coool! Makes me wonder if there’s still some left that we don’t know about! Liiiike in the ocean! But so far down they’ll never see the light!

Heyyy ME TOO! I haven’t read in awhile though,sometimes it’s just hard to get into a book :// buuuut besides school taking up most of my time and drawing-I think yoga is pretty nice, ya know! Trying not to turn to stone from being in the same spot all day! It’s really tiring sometimes,like yeah I’m not a extrovert but laying in bed til I have to do work sounds kinda sad ya know?

Oooo Halloween event? How fancy! I hope you have fun! I’m just gonna do a bonfire with the family-it’s pretty nice!OH THERES SUPPOSED TO BE A BLUE MOON! Did you know?? It’s gonna be a full blue moon ON Halloween! If that isn’t festive idk what is! PBBT oldpeoplecandy, though I get it,it’s like I eat to much of the chocolate and then I end up dying midway through! That stuff burns my throat but ya know! At the end of the day-I’m gonna cram as much as I can in one day and then go into hibernation! Sounds pretty nice to me! Pop rocks are also pretty fun! Sound weird but they crunch pretty nicely!! :DD

Ohhhh I see! Well! I can keep talking your ear off until you can’t take it anymore! I’m pretty good at rambling about random things! It’s fun!

To be honest, I always figured there must be some sort of dinosaurs that remain unevolved, or mostly unevolved, that are still alive. Like you say, we have barely explored the depths of our oceans. I don't think it's unrealistic that centuries old creatures live down there.

Yoga definitely sounds like a great past-time. I'm sure it's very relaxing. As for me, I haven't had the motivation for any physical activity these past few weeks. However, I want to get back into biking, and to start lifting weights. I have a decent amount of muscle from lifting heavy things at work, but I want to build a lot more.

I've read that a blue moon is simply a second full moon within the same month. They don't happen very often, hence the expression. That's very interesting to know, though! I knew it was gonna be a full moon, but I didn't know it was gonna be a blue moon. It's a shame we can't all enjoy it on a proper halloween.

I'm not gonna lie, I do enjoy "old people candy." Literally, if you look up the term, nearly all the candies you see are ones that I enjoy. Werther's caramel candies are good...

Yeah, the sweetness of milk chocolate is one thing that makes it hard for me to enjoy. The sugar really does burn. I mean, I like fruity hard candies, but they're a different kind of sweet. Typically, I find that there's some amount of citric acid in them, so there's always some level of tartness. I can't really get into the stuff that's pure sugar.

I'm a little bit late with responses because I'll miss notifications, but I can't complain about having someone to talk to. Especially not you, Tim. I can't sleep as it is, so I may as well pass the time with someone else.

[dabiapologist]

[Haikyuu Fanfiction]: Linked Hearts, Inked Hearts

For the 2017 HQ!! Rarepair Exchange! @hqrarepairexchange

Rating: T and UP

Written for: Jay @quadruples.tumblr.com!

>>> Hi, hope you enjoy your gift! Tried to stay true to your prompt :DD

Pairing: Oikuro/Kurooi

Word Count: 3039

Summary:

It is then that an idea pops into Tetsurou’s head.

“Linked hearts.” He blurts out. Tooru turns in his arms to look at him, deadpanned. “Hearts? Really?”

“No, no, listen,” Tetsurou continues, tapping at the spot on Tooru’s neck where he had been kissing at before. “For you, two hearts right here, ‘cause I always kiss you there, and for me,” He raises his hand and runs his finger down the side of his thumb, “Right here, along the side of my hand. ‘Cause you always kiss me there.”

“One red, and one blue.” Tooru adds, starry-eyed, “Yeah, simple, but meaningful. I love it.”

Read it on || AO3

The second Tooru sets eyes on the small shop, there is a gleam in his eye that makes Tetsurou freeze in his tracks. The fingers interlaced with his curl with a sort of childish giddiness, tightening until it hurts a little and Tetsurou is forced to acknowledge what’s got his boyfriend so damned excited.

“Babe,” Tetsurou nudges Tooru in the side, “My hand, you’re squeezing kinda hard.”

Tooru turns to him. “Let’s get tattoos, Tettsun.”

Tetsurou blinks. “Tattoos.”  

“Yeah.”

“Tooru, you know we just came here to the mall to buy underwear, right?”

“Oh my god, you actual old man.” Tooru pouts. “We’ve done that! But, look,” He drags Tetsurou over to the window of the shop and presses his nose to the glass, peering inside. Tetsurou tries to ignore the odd glances his boyfriend is getting from the patrons inside. “I’ve always wanted to get one,” Tooru continues, casting a sidelong glance at Tetsurou. “Aaaaand, since our one-year anniversary is coming up in a few days, I thought we could do something fun and spontaneous.”

Tetsurou grins impishly. “So, what, you wanna tattoo my name on your ass?”

The smile slides right off Tooru’s face. Tetsurou backs out of the way just as a fist like a missile comes in, nearly catching him in the side. “Kidding! I’m kidding!”  

“Tch, I bet you’d love to see your name tattooed on my butt.”

Tetsurou’s smile grows heady, lip snagged in his teeth as he presses close to Tooru, hugging him from behind. Tooru fidgets, elbows him in the gut, and then relaxes into the embrace with an eye-roll.

“Well, it is mine, isn’t it?” Tetsurou whispers, pressing a soft kiss at the junction of Tooru’s neck and shoulder, all the while rubbing his now sore stomach. “It’d look good with a hand print around it-”

“Can you control yourself for five minutes, Tettsun? Good lord.” Tooru gripes, though he’s blushing a little. He laces their fingers together again, raising their joined hands to his lips, and places a few tender kisses to the underside of Tetsurou’s wrist and by his thumb. “Wait till we get home, at least. Come on, we’re doing this.”

And with that, Tetsurou finds himself inside the tiny hole-in-the-wall shop, standing awkwardly at the reception desk behind Tooru as he flips through books of art, searching for inspiration.

“I want it to be something simple, but memorable.” Tooru says with a smile, eyes pouring over the portfolio, drinking in the colors and the details, excitement growing with each page. Tetsurou leans over to look as well, throwing in the occasional ‘ooh’ and ‘oh, look at that’ before letting out a genuine praise at a portrait of an extremely lifelike leopard tattoo.

“See anything you like?” The receptionist, a young girl with more piercings than probably years to her life and bright pink hair, asks with a smile, setting down the telephone.

“Um, it’s our one-year anniversary on Saturday, and we wanna get tattoos together.” Tooru says, smiling down at her like sunshine beaming down onto the city.

“Aww,” She chirps, standing and walking around the counter, “Congrats! So, what kind of tattoos are you looking for? Your names?”

“No,no,” Tetsurou jumps in, “Not names. I think that’s so tacky.”

Tooru makes a noise of agreement, closing the portfolio. “I was thinking more like a symbol or something. Something cute but simple, but...meaningful at the same time?”

The girl laughs. “No, I get it. And between you and me, most people who get name tattoos usually end up breaking up. It’s kind of a jinx, in my opinion.”

Tetsurou tacitly agrees, wrapping his arms around Tooru’s waist, to which Tooru laughs in response. “I’m not going anywhere, stupid. I love you too much.”

Tetsurou makes a happy noise into the crook of Tooru’s neck, noisily kissing the skin a couple of times, despite Tooru’s protests. “Tettsun, god.”

“You guys are so adorable together, the girl says, “And actually, not to sound creepy, but I noticed you guys out the window before, hugging just like that, and man, I wish my girlfriend would hold me like that sometimes.” She finishes, a dust of pink scattering over her cheeks.

It is then that an idea pops into Tetsurou’s head.

“Linked hearts.” He blurts out.

Tooru turns in his arms to look at him, deadpanned. “Hearts? Really?”

“No, no, listen,” Tetsurou continues, tapping at the spot on Tooru’s neck where he had been kissing at before. “For you, two hearts right here, ‘cause I always kiss you there. And for me,” He raises his hand and runs his finger down the side of his thumb, “Right here, along the side of my hand. ‘Cause you always kiss me there.”

“One red, and one blue.” Tooru adds, going starry-eyed, “Yeah, simple, but meaningful. I love it.”

Tooru turns in Tetsurou’s arms, throwing his arms around Tetsurou’s shoulders. “I love you,” He murmurs, leaning in for a kiss, which Tetsurou readily agrees to. They part after a moment, laughing bashfully when the receptionist coughs, bringing them back out of their own little world and back into the small shop. Everyone in the room is staring at them.

“I’ll have an open booth in the back in about thirty minutes. I had an appointment cancel before you two walked in, so one of the guys’ll be available. Just finishing up a session with another client.” She says, leading them to two empty seats in the waiting area, and the pair quickly follow, grinning at each other.

*****

“So which one is gonna hurt more, mine or his?”

The tattoo artist, a bald but good-looking guy covered head to toe in ink with way too many facial piercings (Tetsurou thinks, anyway) turns from setting up his equipment to give them a surprisingly warm smile that also reveals some interesting tattoo work in the inside of his lip.

“Depends on your pain tolerance. I never tell people what hurts and what doesn’t ‘cause, ya know, what’s hell for one person is cake for another, ya get me?”

Both Tetsurou and Tooru nod, each making their own noise of understanding. Tooru points at the artist’s neck. “You have one. How was it for you?”

“Personally, I didn’t bother me much, but I’m used to it, so…”

Tooru’s expression grows a bit anxious. “I don’t know, now I’m getting kinda nervous.”

“Ahh, don’t be. You’ll be fine, I promise. Your tattoos aren’t big so it’ll be quick once I sketch them out. Five minutes. Probably between the two of you.”

“That’s it?” Tetsurou quips, incredulous.

“You’re just gettin’ some hearts right? It’s not the fuckin’ Mona Lisa.”

“Alright, okay.” Tetsurou says defensively, holding his hands up.

Tooru laughs. “And they’re not filled in, just lines. Um, open hearts, I dunno. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, yeah. You want ‘em thicker or thin?”

“I want mine bubbly,” Tooru chirps, “They have to be cute.”

“Oh my god, you’re the gayest thing alive,” Tetsurou utters, face-palming. “I want mine a little on the thinner side.”

“Will do.” The artist says, pulling out two separate pieces wax paper. He quickly sketches out two sets of hearts, both in blue and red, one sheet to Tooru’s specifications, and the other to Tetsurou’s. They both let out a low ‘ooh’ as they watch him draw.

“Whaddya think? Good?” The artist asks, and they both nod, smiling wide.

“Then let me just transfer these over, and then we’ll get started.”

As the artist does something with a scanner and a computer in the corner, Tooru and Tetsurou flash each other a look that says, ‘We’re really doing this, aren’t we?’

A few minutes later, the artist is back in his seat, Tooru’s print in hand.

“Ready?”

Tooru nods and leans his head to the side to give access, flashing a slightly nervous but still excited look Tetsurou’s way. Tetsurou blows him a kiss and gives him a thumbs up.

The artist peels away a clear layer of the paper and presses the print onto Tooru’s skin, holding it down for a few seconds before slowly removing it. He holds up a mirror. “That about where you want it?” He asks.

Tooru angles the mirror, trying to get a better view. “Mm, a little further down. More in-between the neck and shoulder.”

“Okie doke.” The artist replies, and wipes the initial print off. He places the paper back right at the junction of Tooru’s neck and shoulder, and presses the paper down again.

“Yes, right there,” Tooru says with a smile when he gets a second look.

“Alright, cool. Let’s get started, then.” The artist says with a raspy laugh that sort of drowns out the low-buzzing of the tattoo gun as it turns on.

Tooru squirms and makes an odd high-pitched noise when the needle finally makes contact with his skin, but after a few seconds, one eye cracks open, and then the other, before he finally relaxes into it. “Hey, that’s not so bad. It actually feels kind of cool.”

Tetsurou walks over and cranes his head to peer over the artist’s shoulder at Tooru. “It doesn’t hurt?”

“Yeah, a little, but like, in a cool way? It’s not a bad pain.” Tooru concludes.

After a minute flat, there is one blue heart on Tooru’s skin, and Tetsurou whistles. “Damn.”

“You like it?” The artist asks over his shoulder up at Tetsurou, who nods.

“How does it look?” Tooru asks, lifting the small mirror in his hand to look again. He lets out a loud, giddy, “Oh, wow! I love it!” Upon seeing the small but thick and almost cartoonish blue heart sitting imprinted in his skin. “Tettsun, it’s so cute, I’m in love.”

Another minute and a half later and Tooru hops out of the chair with two freshly-inked hearts glowing with a halo of reddened skin, looking as happy as a kid in a candy store as he throws his arms around Tetsurou in a big hug. “This was such a good idea, babe. I love it so much! And I love you ~~”

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too, Tooru.” Tetsurou says with a laugh as he takes his turn in the chair. He waits patiently while the artist covers Tooru’s tattoo with a small gauze and some tape before washing his hands and retaking his seat.

“Now, you can’t touch it for a good three to four hours,” He instructs, “I’d recommend leaving ‘em covered at least until tonight. And when you shower, don’t use anything that exfoliates. No fancy beady soap, no goddamn loofahs. And keep them moisturized. Unscented lotion only, okay?”

They both nod quickly, and Tooru takes the notes down on his phone.  

“Is it true that some people get addicted to the feeling of the needle? Like a kink or something?” Tetsurou drawls, kicking his feet idly, watching the artist load his gun with a new ink tip.

The man lets out a hearty laugh at that. “Yeah, I get all kinds in here. Had this one girl, gettin’ a tramp stamp ‘for her man’, she said, went from sayin’ it hurt like a bitch to moanin’ like a damn whore till I was done.”

Tooru snickers. “That’s gonna be Tettsun in about three seconds. He tries to hide it but he’s kinky, too.”

Tetsurou flushes hotly. “Tooru!”

“What? You know it’s true. Fifty Shades of Tettsun.”

“Tooru, hus-Oh, whoa, that feels like...not what I expected.” Tetsurou cuts himself off mid-comeback when the needle finds its way to the skin of his hand. He tenses for a second, eye twitching at the sensation, before eventually settling into it, much like Tooru did a few minutes ago. An amused smile curls his lips as he watches the pen move across his skin, forming a thin-lined red heart just beneath his thumb.

“That does feel kinda good, not gonna lie.” He admits with a sheepish shrug.  

“See? Told ya.” Tooru quips with a triumphant laugh, to which Tetsurou rolls his eyes. A thin blue heart quickly joins the red, linked in the lower bottom of the red heart, mirroring Tooru’s blue with the red linked in.

“The thing with hand and finger tattoos is that they tend to fade pretty quick,” the artist says as he shuts off the tattoo gun, “Especially if you work with your hands and stuff. You may have to touch it up every once in awhile.”

Tetsurou nods, admiring the small, thin hearts. The blue and red are vibrant and cheerful, just like him and Tooru. He can't fight down a fond smile.

“You purred a little, by the way.” The artist chortles as he discards the gun tip, and Tooru howls with laughter over Tetsurou’s frantic denials and apologies.

“No, I didn’t! Oh my GOD!”

“You did,” the artist eggs on, “It was this little rumble towards the end. You one of those “kink” people, huh? Don’t go gettin’ addicted to this, now.”

Tooru doubles over with laughter and Tetsurou blushes so hard he adds a new shade of red to the color spectrum.

*****

“You guys got matching tattoos?” Iwaizumi asks over the rim of his glass, voice deadpanned though amusement dances in his eyes.

“Yeah, we went on Wednesday! And FYI they came out really cute!” Tooru defends with a huff, “Look!”

At Tetsurou’s behest, they kept their gauzes on well into the night after they got home that first night, despite Tooru’s whining. And today, Saturday, Tooru decided it would be fun if they covered them back up while they decorated their apartment for their party.

And now Tooru’s itching for the big reveal.

He rips off his gauze, quickly followed by Tetsurou’s (“OW?!” WHAT THE FUCK, TOORU? A LITTLE WARNING WOULD’VE BEEN NICE!”) and shows off his tattoo proudly. “It was Tettsun’s idea to get the linked hearts. He’s such a romantic at heart.”

Tetsurou grumbles at the ‘romantic’ part, though he is smiling a bit.

“Yeah, you’re so romantic, dude! You’re a sap!” Bokuto slurs drunkenly but happily as he throws himself over Tetsurou to look as well, his screwdriver nearly spilling out of his cup with the motion.

“Bo, did you pour half that bottle into your cup when we weren’t looking?”

“Hic-MAYBE.”

“Give me the cup, Bo.”

“NO! I HAVE TO DRINK MY-HIC-MY ORANGE! I HAVE A COLD!”

Tetsurou manages to pull off looking annoyed while also laughing his ass off masterfully. “THERE’S NO FUCKING ORANGE JUICE IN THAT CUP, YOU ABSOLUTE JACKASS! GIVE ME THE CUP!”

“NO!”

The wrestling match that ensues falls into the background of the small party as everyone crowds around Tooru to get a look at his tattoo, since Tetsurou was currently preoccupied with separating his best friend from his liquor.

Akaashi peers over from behind the couch, a small, thoughtful smile on his face. “I like it,” He says, tracing the still raised lines on Tooru’s neck idly, “Simple, but elegant.”

“Thanks, Akaa-chan.”

“Kuro likes for people to think he’s a ‘bad boy’ but he’s just a nerdy romantic at heart.” Kenma chimes in over the 8-bit music track of his video game. He pauses the game momentarily to regard the pair of them with a rare but genuine smile. “But I think it suits the two of you pretty well.”

Tooru’s eyes glisten. “Pudding-chan!” He hollers and throws himself over onto an unprepared and definitely unwilling Kenma, pulling the smaller boy into a tight embrace, his loud wailing drowning out Kenma’s protests and annoyed cat noises.

“Babe, loosen up, will you? Kenma isn’t about your PDA.” Tetsurou hollers from where he has Bokuto in a headlock on the floor, still trying to pry the half-spilt cup of orange juice and vodka out of Bokuto’s clutches.

“You’re fighting a losing battle, Kuroo.” Iwaizumi says, laughing as he settles down onto the floor next to them, “Just let him have it.”

“You’re not the one who’s gonna have to nurse him tomorrow when he’s hungover,” Tetsurou mutters, but relents anyway. Victorious, Bokuto thrusts the cup--now effectively empty-- into the air, and pours the last bit into his mouth while laughing.

“Can I see yours?” Iwaizumi asks, and Tetsurou sticks his hand out. “How do you like it?”

“It’s kinda itching me, right now. But overall, I love it.”

Iwaizumi smiles. “You guys are so cheesy.”

“D’aww, thanks Iwaizoom.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“You called us ‘cheesy’, I’ll call you whatever I waaant~~”Tetsurou sing-songs, laughing.

“IWAIZOOM! IWAIZOOOOM!” Bokuto hollers from the floor, laughing hysterically.

“Ugh,” Iwaizumi scoffs, though there is a small smile gracing his face, too. “You guys are good for each other, though. Happy one-year.”

Tetsurou smiles as he rises from the floor. “Thanks, dude.”

He spots Tooru walking into the kitchen and follows. When he walks in, Tooru is standing at the stove, pouring more tortilla chips into a bowl, singing along with the music blasting from the living room. Tooru beams at him when their eyes meet, and Tetsurou can’t resist.

He curls up to Tooru, embracing him from behind, as he always does, nosing over the small hearts on his skin.

“Is it still too soon for me to kiss it?” Tetsurou whispers into Tooru’s hair. He feels his boyfriend shrug.

“It's been days already,” Tooru replies quietly, “And I miss it.”

“Mm, I agree.” Tetsurou murmurs before pressing a lingering open-mouthed kiss to the spot. Tooru moans softly as his head falls back onto Tetsurou’s shoulder, eyes floating shut as his boyfriend kisses up his neck, mouthing tiny ‘I love you’s across the exposed skin.

Tooru turns in the embrace and pulls Tetsurou into a deep, smiling kiss.

“Happy one-year, baby.” He says when the kiss breaks, and they stay close for a while, content in each other’s arms and fingers tangled in hair. Their lips meet languidly between soft laughs and smiles and not so innocent promises of what’s to come as soon as the party’s over.

“These were a good idea, Tettsun,” Tooru says, kissing over Tetsurou’s own set of hearts before switching to bite and kiss at his fingertips.

Tetsurou swallows thickly.

He really can’t wait to see Tooru with nothing on but those two little hearts.

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hiiii it’s me colly!

Hii it’s been a long while since I wrote out my thoughts on here.  I just wanted to recollect and self reflect on some feelings i’ve been feeling lately. SO it all started in march when I noticed I was beginning to feel more of myself again. Like I just felt more of me. Like the sadness is yeah its still there and the betrayal i felt from craig is always going to be there i think. And the trauma and the anger I have for him of what he did to me and put me through will always be there. But I found myself finally feeling like ready? Ready to take a leap of faith and get myself back out there into the dating pool/pond.  AND LET ME TELL YOU!!! It is so fucking exhausting. I hate the swiping. And I hate feeling writing my bio to the point where I feel like i’m selling a pitch to shark tank. LIKE SEELLLING MYSELF AND MY QUALITIES of what makes ME special or what someone will get out of when they date me. LOL idk it’s so hard. I think that’s another thing I need to work on. Loving myself. And taking ownership on yes I am weird, yes I am shy. But yes I am awesome and I am beautiful. It just takes time to see that. Anyway I was losing hope on these datin g apps when i would get bomboarded with dudes asking me questions on if I live at home, or if i live alone. And it made me self conscious like. Is it bad that I live at home with my mom? It’s so expensive to move out. Like I cant even afford living in the bay area if i did try and move out and find a roomie. LOL. I guess i feel ashamed, because of that. And whenever I would match with someone they would either unmatch themselves right away after i message them. or they just never replied. So it was kinda frustrating i guess. Like whats the point?  Anyway my school friend and my brother suggested me to try out the dating app of Meetme. And LOL i was skeptical because of the amount of messages I would receive the first time I downloaded it. And So i tried it again. And I just got sooooooo many messages from dudes. And the ages just ranged from 18-21; 40-60 year olds. And It just made my stomach sink. I just I cant see myself dating someone that’s 40 and me being 27. Idk I just I cant. ESPECIALLY IF THEY ARE MESSAGING ME ASKING IF I WOULD LIKE TO TRY OUT LIMP DICK LMFAO?! HELLO? WHAT LOL or if i would like to be their substitution to viagra. creeper bye. And so it just made me really freaked out. And then at this time Steven messaged me and I was just cautious. But he made me laugh and he was the only one that was close to my age. So I felt like that was fine. But the overwhelming messages from 40-60 year olds creeping on my profile and asking me if i wanted to lick them or if i was interested in finding a daddy. Just I couldnt. So I decided to just delete my photos because ya girl just was creeped out at that point. And steven then messaged and asked me if I was quitting because he noticed I was removing my photos and i just explained to him and he was just really shocked. And i asked him if he ever experienced that on his end and he just said no. So I was just like LUCKY DUCK.  Anyway, we talked more on the app of meetme messages. He made me laugh. I thought he was pretty charming and cute as well. He has a list of interests that is sooooo different from me which made me feel very insecure or uneasy. I’m not active and I have had bad experiences of camping and outdoors but I am always willing to try new things. And I feel like I just couldnt do long distance anymore. especially after the abuse I went through with craig and phillip. I just I can’t do that anymore. I need someone here for me physically. And steven is literally a few miles away so i was glad. SO we do have a shared interest which is anime c: and cute animals and food and books and gaming. And he asked me out on a date to go to Dave n Busters. 

SO GUESS WHAT ya girl went to dave n busters. that was the first date. met him upstairs. I awkwardly walked over and gave him a hug while I shivered and we played a lot of games together. Then we had cheeese BURGERSS. There he let me have some of his beer which I took a few sips didnt enjoy it though. LOL and He just laughed. Then he mentioned about how there’s sea glass on the beach and how he wanted to show it to me. And  I was just like uh i guess? I just have to be back at this time to get picked up. And he’s just like oh we will have time dont worry. SO I WENT IN HIS CAR (and my friend has shamed me for it lol saying how stupid i was to go in his car lol on the first date and how lucky i am to be alive and not killed and stuff) And I dont know It just didnt register in my head until I got to the beach so i did send my location to my best friend. so she knew where I was. even tho my girl is in texas and im in california LOl. so when we got to the beach we actually picked up sea glass and it just it felt like a movie. or something I read in books. It was soft and slow and I just felt safe. And we just huddled together as the wind pushed us together. And I asked to hold his hand and he just laughed exasperated and was like “OHMYGOD U DONT HAVE TO ASK just hold my hand its fine” and yeah so i got to hold his hand.  After the date we talked on the phone and it just nice.  Second date: Steven took me to the science museum playground for kids. It was so much fun we saw cute animals and interacted with the science experiments. There was a lot of sequin textures sensorys and it just was so nice. LOL he drew a lit hand sign while i tried to make an xD face, but failed. Then we were hungry so he took me to have poke (IT WAS MY FIRST TIME LOL) and it was delicious but i was kinda hungry still. After he took me to this   old bookstore and we roamed the aisle looking at different books. Then he took me to his place where we shared our first kiss. I was really shy and scared but we took things slow and sat on his bed and cuddled. He was really upset when he found out that I never cuddled before. I didn't understand why he was upset but he just told me he felt sad that I never had that intimate connection. And at first I was bored but towards the last hour I felt really cozy and it just felt nice, the way his hands wrapped around my waist. I did get aroused which kinda freaked me out because I never really felt that sensation before. LOL so it made me really anxious. LIKE CALM DOWN COLLEENY. Third date: We did some shopping at TarzHay (target) lolol and daiso together. it felt nice. Then we went back to his place to have dinner. He shared his dinner with me and it was really good and after we cuddled and kissed and watched youtube videos together. And it just was really romantic.  Fourth date: Went to a movie on a work night. we saw The saga of tanya the evil. And it was fun watching anime with him. And I was just soo shy i didnt hold his hand I just we just focused watching the movie together and enjoying each others company.  Fifth date:  went to fanime (anime convention) for the FIRST TIMEEE  last saturday ( may  25, 2019) i met up with him there! I cosplayed as kiki from kiki’s delivery service. it was fun! So he was playing ddr well competing in the tournament. for a lil 3 hours ish. After we went to get something to drink so he bought me a drink...it was sweet but somewhat bitter but i did enjoy the sugar that was decorated coated around the  rim of the glass. And  i got hyper ish LOL And steven just laughed. But i let him finish it for me because I couldnt. Then we went to go walk to get food. in line there was a guy talking to him. And the guy asked us what we were and if we been here bfore. and steven said it was his first time not being alone. and i said it was my first time. and then I just stuttered and got shy because we havent discussed what we were to each other. Like we just only talked about us liking each other a lot. And how we both enjoyed each others company. So I replied with “we dd-d-d--dateing? We on a d ate. we dating. date. uh yeh uh” and then steven wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in close to him and added “ yeah we are going steady.” AND OOOOOOO I BLUSHED SO HARDDDDDDDD. aaaa still blushing LOL  Anyway lol food was delcious. i had a bento curry chicken box. Then we sat down and rested our feet in the hall and he took a nap on my thigh lol. it was cute and i just scratched his forehead bc i was too scare to scratch his head LOL. and then we watched the season 3 of attack on titan together and he held my hand and my arm and it just felt nice.  I curled up against him and we just enjoyed watching 5 episodes together.  Sixth date:  today saturday june 1, 2019 is gonna be the sixth date. sooooo ILL JUST KEEP U  POSTED On what we are gonna do. loool time for bed  

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Combating a Lack of Diversity in Craft Beer

It’s no surprise that when I started getting into craft beer there were very few women, and even fewer Latinas. Luckily I was able to find a few groups like the Mikkeller running club (to combine my love of running and beer, but mostly beer) and Black Craft Beer Enthusiasts(BCBE). Between the friends I’ve made and the shares we’ve had, I’ve never felt out of place or the “other” when it comes to craft. We’re diverse and welcoming and we drink really good beer. A few days ago I saw All Things Beer 510: MLK Day Edition, where Chauncey Jackson raised some really interesting points about diversity in craft beer but I felt like there wasn’t much of a call to action. When I first started out I only gave it a passing thought but now that I’m a bit more seasoned I have a few ideas of things that may help combat the lack of diversity in craft beer.

Hiring Practices

Jackson suggests that breweries should be more diverse in their hiring practices which is akin to treating a symptom and not the illness. Sure, hiring a variety of people is great and seeing a familiar face when you check out a new tap room can feel welcoming but there’s a lot more that can happen before then to help introduce new people to craft beer. When I think about my own foray into craft beer I remember that the single most influential aspect was how welcoming people were. This continues even today as I’m one of the few women who attend homebrew club meetings, the guys make it a point to include me and never treat me as if I don’t belong. We share beers and tips and it makes our community stronger. When it comes to drinking, I always do what I can to help people transition into the world of craft. It can be a little scary and there is so much to learn that it can feel overwhelming.

Education

Recently I met a new friend who is just beginning his craft journey. He’s tried a few things but is relatively unfamiliar with styles or brands. I put together a little sixer of bottles & cans for him to take home and try. It wasn’t about making him love my favorites, but rather learning what works for him and seeing what’s out there. I grabbed a gose, saison, stout, IPA, etc. I told him I wouldn’t be offended if he didn’t like anything, that’s totally fine, just try different things because that’s the beauty of the industry…there’s something for everyone and it would actually kind of suck if we all wanted the same exact thing. My hope is that he will pay it forward and do the same for someone else and slowly we are able to reach new people and help to combat the lack of diversity in craft beer.

Sample Stations

I guess I should also mention that I have no problem talking to strangers, so if I’m out somewhere and someone is hesitant about something or has a question I do my best to answer without being condescending. I don’t like it when someone is a dick to me and has to “mansplain” everything so I don’t like to do it to others. I’ll be a resource for anyone who wants to learn. Because of this I thought it would be fun to do pour samples at bottle shops and grocery stores. I figured it was a good way to meet new people and also, I get paid in beer so its really a win-win situation. Its a total toss up who you’ll get to stop and have them try a sample so I approach everyone with the same energetic greeting and smile. Oftentimes I get women who stop and are curious but have only tried macro brews and don’t think that they’ll enjoy any of the samples I have. I start by asking what kind of flavors they enjoy and go from there. I’d say I probably have at least a 75% success rate in helping them find a beer they like and of course there will always be some folks that you just can’t satisfy no matter what. I think seeing a woman pour beer makes it more approachable for other women to engage in the samples and discussion.

Bottle Shares

So if you’ve been drinking craft for awhile, chances are you’ve got a decent cellar with a few things you wouldn’t mind sharing but haven’t had the opportunity. Here’s your chance! Why wait for someone else to host a share? Invite some friends over, even if you know they have nothing to bring but snacks and show them how dope beer can be. I’m not saying you need to harpoon any whales, but I’m sure you have a few interesting things you could bust open and enjoy. This is a great way to declutter your stash and enjoy some time with friends while you do it. I learn the most about new beers and breweries when I’m at a share so just imagine how awesome it would be for a total newb. You’ll probably blow their mind. Just, ya know, give them fair warning about abv so they know to have a DD to get them home.

Home Brewing

Earlier I mentioned being one of the few women I see at my homebrew club, and the more I write, the more I realize I could totally start my own badass betties homebrew club. Home brewing is typically the segue-way into the craft industry so more diverse home brewers would *hopefully* lead to more diversity in craft. It totally worked for the guys at Vice District. They met at a homebrew club and started brewing together in their basements. What began as a hobby grew into a passion and then ultimately an addiction. Now they’re one of the few black owned breweries in the country. They’ve been able to turn their love for beer into a cozy taproom that feels like you’re hanging out in a friends basement drinking beers. Their staff is always willing to help find a beer that strikes your fancy and they also serve wine and spirits for those who just can’t accept that beer is the nectar of the gods. Also, they are dog friendly and often have food trucks outside for delicious eats.

Best Demonstrated Practices To Combat Diversity in Craft Beer

Obviously I’m not singlehandedly leading the inclusivity revolution or anything, but I do what I can to be as impactful as possible. Beyond individual involvement at the ground level I started thinking of ways breweries could combat the lack of diversity in craft beer. There’s obviously a lot of misses like the “girly beers” that are supposed to lure in women but end up alienating those of who don’t need flowers or the color pink to get our attention. While bashing all the things that have gone wrong, I’d rather focus on what’s been done really well. The examples are not exhaustive, but these are the ones that got my attention and I’d love to see more of. Goose Island, despite how some of you may feel about them, have done some cool things to reach new markets that don’t feel like they’re just trying to pander to a certain community. For instance, they recently hosted a beer tasting at the National Museum of Mexican Art. It was an event in a week-long series and while I wasn’t able to attend personally, I heard great things and all of the proceeds went to the museum.

Another brewery that totally hit the mark as it concerns reaching new markets is Brooklyn Brewery. A few years ago at New York Comic Con I was introduced to their Brooklyn Defender and I remember thinking to myself how cool it was to mix comics and beer. At the time it was just a passing observation but now on second thought I realize how genius it is. They have a new artist each year, with a new diverse fan base to tap into. They’ve had Amy Reeder, Cliff Chiang, Khary Randolph and most recently Jamal Igle create each new edition of the hero. While I’m sure each of the artists already had some beer drinkers in their midst, there’s a good chance they got a good amount of new folks interested as well. They also have Brooklyn Mash which is a series of events in cities around the globe. I was lucky enough to win tickets to the Chicago events and it definitely did not disappoint. The final event to close out the weekend was the Pilsen immersion on Sunday. Pilsen was already one of my favorite neighborhoods since its this beautiful blend of culture and art, but the immersion gave me a chance to check out some new hidden gems I hadn’t noticed before. The experience was twofold, as we walked through the neighborhood people asked what the event was about introducing potential new customers to the brand but also it introduced some beer drinkers to a neighborhood rich with Mexican culture that they may not have visited before. (and for those who may not know, Garrett Oliver, Brooklyn’s brewmaster happens to be a black guy so that’s pretty cool too)

Culturally Inclusive

On a more personal level, the brewery that resonates the most with me is definitely 5 Rabbit. They make solid beers, rooted in Latin American culture. I remember the first time I heard about them I was beside myself with excitement. Finally there was beer that I could associate with that was flavorful and drinkable and most importantly, it wasn’t Corona. Now I’m able to share that experience with my family and make it a point to bring a chingona or two to each of our family gatherings. Their recent holiday release, Lupita & the three kings was a big hit with  my mom. Their golden ale is my go-to sixer when visiting family of friends to get them introduced to craft. So far its been a huge hit.

It would be great if more breweries could do events or beers like the aforementioned, but the truth is many of them either don’t have the funds to do so or wouldn’t even know where to start. They’re focused on making good beer and marketing outside of their fan base is pretty far out of their wheelhouse. At the root of it though it seems like is up to us as beer drinkers to help build a new market and occupy our own space. We can’t wait and leave it up to breweries to carve out a space for us. If you want to see more diversity in craft, then be an agent of change. Introduce someone new to craft or help build someone’s interest. Try out homebrewing, or if you’re a seasoned home brewer maybe start your own home brew club and invite friends. It won’t happen overnight, but eventually we’ll make some progress and see something other than white bearded faces in the beer world.

Combating a Lack of Diversity in Craft Beer was originally published on The Keg Tap | A Latino Beer Blog Where We Drink, Brew and Tell