#it does not FUCKING COMPUTE. and its making me so frustrated that i cant even READ anymore

[wabblebees]

assigning me homework is cruel and unusual, actually

[wannabelife]

telepathy – myg

paring: yoongi x afab reader

genre: smut

warnings: phone sex, fingering, handjob, descriptive, multiple orgasms, dirty talk

a/n: i missed yoongi on stage so muuuch!! like wdym tour ended?? :((( did u all watch the final?? also, i cant believe he's already leaving :((((( here's a lil something to help us cope :)

and there you are again, screen in front of you while agust d performs live but far away from you. you dont really know why you summit yourself to this. you could just ignore it and go to bed, but you can't.

since tour, yoongi and you can not always call each other, because of schedule, work but especially timezones. being away for quite some time just makes you a bit more needy than usual. also, the way he's sweating on stage, hip thrusting to nothing, growling, and working his hands on the guitar doesn't help at all.

you decide to shut the computer screen since this lack of attention is getting you frustrated. there's nothing more you can do.

a hour fly by of you trying to sleep, but your mind just can't seem to leave you alone today. you turn around on the bed to light the lamp on your nightstand as you grab your phone, checking the time, it is already past midnight. you know yoongi's concert had already finished around this time. you stare at your phone contemplating if you should call him or not.

maybe you should, whats the real bad in that? at least, you could try. you disk the numbers and wait for an answer on speaker.

"hello" yoongi's voice echoes in the room, sounding lower and raspier than usual because of all the singing and shouting on stage. you cant put a finger on it but at the moment it hits your ears, you feel your stomach tingles.

"hi, its me" you reply hating that you sound weak.

"i know its you" he let out a giggle and you can sense he's smiling "how are you?"

"im fine, what about you? was the show tiring today? you looked excited"

"i dont really feel it since im just happy to be on stage" you nod at his words even tho he cant really see you. after a small time of silence, he adds "were you watching?"

"what? your show? of course i was"

"what do you think?"

"what do you mean what i think?" you laugh a little because why would it matter "i like it... i like it a lot... its quite frustrating tho, just watching, not able to act— hm, act on... i mean, its nice, i like it a lot"

you can hear him laughing out loud on the other side while you just want to hang up on him and ignore everything. why would you ramble and stutter like that? there's no real reason for it.

"act on what? you didnt finish"

"i cant really come up what i was going to say"

"i know you are lying, yn. just go ahead and say it what you were thinking. act on what?"

"act on... my thoughts"

"and what is it that you imagine?"

"why does it matter anyways? they are just thoughts"

"why cant you just say you miss me? aren't you enough needy to ask for me?" you blush at his straightforwardness, not so unusual but always surprising.

"i am. i am needy for you, yoongi. i miss you so much. i want you but cant have you right now, and its so fucking frustrating" you groan more to yourself but that affects him too.

"tell me what is it that you miss so much, maybe i can help"

"your touch, yoongi. your perfect mouth on me"

he inhales after hearing you, his cock threatening to get hard at just the thought of it. the thought of you. he misses your touch too, the way you suck him like no one else does, the way you know all his right spots. the pretty sounds you make when he's on you and the way you two can go from raw and needy to passionate and slow. he misses having multiple rounds with you.

"does my slut miss it that much?"

you whine at the possessiveness in his voice, its true, you're his little slut after all.

"come on, bring the toy i bought you to your side. let me help my baby cum"

you hate how excited you feel at his words, jumping out of bed in one montion to do what he asked you, taking all of your clothes off in your way back, staying spreed naked for him even tho he cant see you.

"im already naked for you"

"how needy" he smirks to himself "send me a picture just to make sure you're right for me"

you open the camera on your chat room with him, making sure to open your pussy with your two middle fingers so he can see it perfectly. as you send it, you can hear the notification ring on the other side.

"you look so beautiful. lay down for me" he hears the bed sheets making a sound as you get comfortable and when it dies down, he assumes you're just right to get it started "i need you to suck your fingers for me, understood? when you are done bring them to your beautiful nipples"

you do as he says and after you suck them wet with your saliva, you use it to carass your nipples. your eyes closing at the feeling.

"babe, tell me how many fingers have you sucked?"

"four" as you deliver your answer, he lets out a low moan at the thought of it, he always knew your mouth can take a lot "what you want me to do?"

"keep massaging your pretty titties" you keep going but this is not enough right now, like he heard your thoughts, he speaks again "now pinch your nipples for me" you moan at the amazing feeling hitting you "i miss biting your pretty nipples and getting those moans myself" you cant help your legs closing for some kind of friction, your core begging for attention.

"i need more, yoongi-ah" you whine.

"alright alright, you can touch yourself now, but you cant touch your clit"

you whimper, a bit desperate trying to reach the pleasure he's keeping away from you.

"what's that? are you complaining?"

"no" as you obey him, you bring your finger to your core, teasing your entrance.

"tell me, how wet are you?"

"not much" you slide your finger up and down your bare pussy, not reaching your clit as he asked.

"gotta prepare that tight cunt, right?" you are just able to babble a small hmm as an answer as you start to feel the tension building between your legs "you can get on your clit now since you're doing so good for me, such a good girl"

as you slide again on your folds, you finally get where you need the most. you start drawing circles on your clit in a small motion at first. the wet noises getting louder each stroke as you pick up your pace. feeling like he deserves more too, you get the speakers close to your core so it can capture the wet sounds as you masturbate "can your heart it, yoongi? it's for you, all because of you"

"you're doing so great, my pussy slut, getting me so hard"

you keep moaning, your pussy clenching and as if he was there with you, feeling you himself, he speaks up "can you enter a finger for me?"

"yes– yes, oh my god... thank you, thank you" you enter with your middle finger, going in and out slowly to ajust. as you're fingering yourself, you get your thumb on your clit again doubling the feeling. you add another finger whimpering at the sensation inside you.

you're able to hear yoongi's bealt getting undone "baby, you are doing so good, keep going for me" you hear muffled sounds of movements on the other side of the line as a spitting sound hit your ears. yoongi spits on his hands, getting it to stroke lazily at his hard cock.

"curl your fingers, baby, make yourself cum"

you curl your two middle fingers inside you "its not enough" you grunt.

"i know, i know. my fingers and cock can reach so much more, make you feel so much better" you whimper, not able to stop the moans because you cant have him right now "just keep going, you're doing great" you fasten your fingers, moaning louder when your other hand start to work faster on your clit.

"who's cunt is it?"

"yours, yoongi. only yours"

"that's right. mine. mine tight beautiful cunt, fits me so perfectly" you can start to hear yoongi working on his cock, the sound getting louder, him leaving low gasps every now and then.

"im close" the built on your stomach getting closer to the edge each minute as your head is thrown back and eyes shutting.

"cum for me, yn" and you do. after his command, you let it go. goosebumps spreading all over your body as you mewl.

"get the toy i asked you" his voice sounds out of breath compare to before. your mind going blank, having a hard time to process his words after your high, but you get the sex toy either way. bringing it to life, the buzzing sound being easy to be heard "good girl" he praises you for obeying so nicely everything he asks.

the screen of your phone lights up, and you can see yoongi is facetiming you. you answer fastly, placing it on the desk in front of your bed, so he has a great view of it and you. he's half naked, his cheeks a bit rosy and his hand on his cock. he grazes his thumb on its head, collecting more precum from it as he sighs in relief.

you spread yourself in front of the screen, finally bringing the toy to your clit. feeling sensitive post orgasm, you whine at the slight pain it brings you that it's not bad at all.

"get another finger inside, i know you can take it" you moan and slowly add the third finger inside you, curling it up, making you see stars "fuck, look at me, yn" he pleads.

you do. he's faster on his length as he brings his other hand to caress his balls. yoongi moans audibly now, watching you without blinking, nipples hard, your fingers working on your cunt, and he can see it clenching around them too.

you fight the urge to close your eyes to keep the eye contact, the overstimulation hitting you as you circle the toy on your clit. your legs threatening to close as the built starts again "that's right, my babe is going to give me another one"

"cum with me, yoongi, please" he hears you, swearing at the view, at your words, at the feeling. your body goes stiff for a second, your legs trembling and a whine coming out in high pitch as you are cumming again. the toy leaving your hand hitting the floor with a sound, just the three fingers fighting to prolong your orgasm.

yoongi cant stop staring at your form, your pretty sounds and your eyes rolling back from the pleasure "fuck, im close" he says and you finally start to relax, all the cum dripping from your core weting the mattress as he cant help it anymore. he's coming undone with a moan.

both of you breathing loudly and fast, as your chests goes up and down, waiting for the comedown.

"you are amazing" he sighs.

[baahsu]

HIII BAHH SRRY FOR DISINTEGRATING FOR A FEW DAYS OPLA HAD MOMENTARILY CONSUMED EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING

HOWEVER this has been sitting, unfinished, in my vscest doc for a while now so i decided to finish it up. here u go eat up friend :]] oh yeah angst warning at the beginning btw:

so. lies on the floor. ichiji deserves to get fucked stupid after having a bad day and im thinking abt him w yonji rn so. :)

emotions regained/vs bros redemption ichiji having that almost subtle kinda self hatred one day- (bc in emotions regained aus all the brothers are chronically mentally ill, they're so traumatized its painful :,D) -not the kind that makes you wanna scream or cry or throw up, instead the kind that makes your heart go a little faster than normal and that makes your skin crawl and makes you feel sick for being alive. the kind that builds and builds until it's too much.

yonji (the most *emotionally* intelligent one out of 124ji, methinks) eventually notices smthns wrong and asks ichi abt it and ichiji just Breaks. like he pauses, crumples into a ball, and starts pulling his hair and venting about how he feels so disgusting and unworthy of love and how he wants to rip his skin off for something new and he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates himself

and yonji LISTENS to him. he listens with a frown until ichi is fucking winded, hyperventilating, and sweating with frustrated tears in his eyes. and then yonji hits him with the

"What do you need me to do, Ichiji?"

then ichi just stops shaking (and breathing) entirely for a moment as the question registers b4 his shaking slowly starts up again and his bottom lip starts trembling and he slowly looks up at yonji with big ole watery eyes and shakily signals him over to cuddle and theybpagaufuafuaf!!!!

the two of em lying down w yonji holding ichiji tight against his chest- one hand/arm curled around chijis lower back while the other is running through his hair and ichis just curling around yonji like a koala. he buries his face in yonjis neck and is constantly mumbling "im sorry" and yonji says "theres nothing to apologize for" each and every time back, proving his point by pressing a kiss to a different part of ichiji each time.

this continues on until ichiji stops crying and calms down. then he thanks yonji by sitting up slowly and holding yonjis face in his hands and kissing him *so* gently.

^ idk maybe its just me but i feel like out of all the vs siblings ichiji would have the hardest time being gentle. sanji always has been, reiju *secretly* always has been, yonji *had* to learn to be (even when he was still emotionless) bc of his strength (and therefore it came somewhat easily to him when he got emotions), nijis always been a giant fucking tsundere so even though hes an ass about 90% of the time, he does have the capability to at least sit and listen and take care of someone he loves (especially after regaining emotions, the percentile changes from 90/10 to 50/50 then lmao), but ichiji?? the perfect, emotionless soldier, even after getting fixed??? practically unheard of.

so when he pulls THIS shit???

it makes yonjis libido go WHAM. like that mf went redder than chijis hair. might as well been a cartoon character with the way he practically started floating as his eyes turned into hearts

THEN. then that gentle kiss delvesssss

ichiji getting lost in his emotions, leading him to grab yonjis face so *desperately* and straddle his hips/lap and kiss him thru tears.. n yonjis there half dumbstruck half horny, grinding on ichis ass while the hands once petting his hair and stroking his back to soothe him move to squeeze at it bc holy shiiit what is happening rn yonji cant compute. do u see the vision 🙈🙈

then, SHOCKINGLY, (/sarc) they fuck each other stupid. like STUPID stupid. so stupid that when 023 find them in the morning they straight up think the two were jumped in an alley together or smthn with how marked up their bodies were n shit (but they figure it out real quick once they see how badly ichiji was limping :]) ((tho if you asked me personally yonji wasnt exactly walking straight either :]])) (((they are both switches :]]])))

AND SCENE. i wrote abt both ichiniji and yoniji b4 this so now the 124ji circle is complete lmao. i need more soft ichiji in my life and if theres no one to provide i shall make it myself :)) -J.J

Honestly relatable, I can't stop thinking about opla since the day I watched it lol it was so good and I want to rewatch it already

But back to vcest 👀

Ichiji being emotionally stunted after getting his emotions back is a concept that's always at the back of my mind but I never put too much thought into it, but now I'm 👀

I see him as trying to keep himself, and the others, together, he doesn't let his emotions run freely, he tries not to let them take the better of him else he might go down and spiral of self hatred and guilt, so he puts his energy into looking after the others and trying to come up with a plan to get them out of judge's grasp

It takes a toll on him of course, his repressed emotions keep building up and he feels himself going insane and with no way to vent

When yonji catches him like this, on the verge of panicking, he finally let's go and it feels so good and so freeing for once. Yonji's rock solid, he embraces him, takes his whole body into strong arms and makes him feel safe, and he doesn't budge, he lets ichiji cry against his shoulder until he's satisfied and spent

Ichiji's tired but tries to show his gratitude with a kiss and yonji combusts. It's not every day that he has ichiji this pliant and soft and sweet sprawled in his lap and he wants to do so many things to him but his brain's all muddled and he doesn't know where to begin!!

Once he gets a hold of himself tho, it's over for ichiji, the strength he used to comfort him will now be used to ruim him

[saintetheldreda]

makes me kind of sad when i see people romanticising season 1 dean and being nostalgic for him and missing that version of him honestly cause i hate the idea that survival is not the most beautiful thing in the world

like. i adore season 1 dean dont get me wrong and yes the playfulness and jokiness and innocence is charming but like. season 1 dean is cute but later season dean is STILL HERE despite everything how could anyone not find that infinitely more breathtaking. it's a kind of beauty that makes everything pale in comparison it's like comparing the picture you tried to take on your phone of the moon from a few weeks ago when it was bright and full and pretty to looking up into the sky and seeing a sliver of the real thing nothing can compare its the difference between a shitty pixelated dot in the sky and something that makes you want to cry and hope and believe in things i love angry and tired and messy and honest

im very much not trying to gatekeep here simping for season 1 dean is so ok i for one am simping for dean in all seasons HAHA but dean was beautiful in season 1 because he was being so fully himself all the time even when it was weirding everyone else the fuck out and he's still being honest and true in every season even when being himself looks like something a little different so i dont think he gets less beautiful at any point actually. believe me i have raged at him and cursed and wailed at my computer screen as much as the next person he is so frustrating and such an asshole sometimes but when the storm has passed and i think about it i can always really see where he was coming from his feelings are so sincere and i think that's so beautiful

also later season dean is still so fucking cute like honestly i think every part of his "original" identity that he hangs onto comes to mean so so much more even if there is less of it in quantity he STILL cares a stupid amount about his car his one-liners are STILL garbage and forced sometimes this man has been to (spoilers) and he still cares about these things thats so much more fucking adorable he STILL loves his brother even if he cant do it in the same naive way he once did the love is still there only now its more difficult thats so amazing and brave later season dean is an amazing brother i will not hear of how insufferably toxic he is just because love is hard work now hard work is beautiful hard work is so beautiful. still pie still rock music aliases still slipping the tiniest parts of who he is into everything he does, however much he can risk. this show was so so correct about losing everything you have and then holding onto whatever comes back within an inch of your life and loving it with all your heart that was so correct im hanging onto all of dean that came back with him from (spoilers) and i am so sick of innocence idk about you guys but im in love with that kind of beauty. down with puppy dog sensitive dean damaged shuffling walking dead monster dean supremacy plsssss he's everythinggggg

[maxe-murderer]

Saw your tags on the post about kids not being computer literate and you saying that kids just don't know how to do something new and I'm a high school music teacher and that is so unbelievably true.

I'll have 30+ kids in a room and each will wait until I'm standing next to them to do anything. They get bored easily and don't know how to just play around, they need their hand held constantly. It makes it so so difficult to teach when I'm constantly running around and each kid wants me to only pay attention to them!

I've tried to show them how to compose and give them instructions and they're still so lost all the time. They all just seem kind of dead inside, not really caring what happens around them.

I don't mean to insult these kids, more just say that I totally understand what you're saying. Everyone is seeing it now. Most kids were never taught to care it seems, they just passively move through their own lives. And then they tell me that they're bored and I'm pointing to all the options they have of things to explore and learn and they just never want to try any of it. It's so so frustrating.

its absolutely insane how much kids seemingly just cant care. ill stand by the statement that last years high school seniors were the last class where the vast majority made it out of covid online school mostly ok. high school seniors rn missed freshman year and the rest missed a year of middle school which we're seeing very obviously affecting everything abt them rn. a lot of kids straight up don't know what a passing period is, social skills have been super stunted cause they were spending middle school isolated and on tiktok, and yeah, no one knows how to care.

cause theyve not rlly been given a reason to, you know? they were thrown into what easily felt like to end of the world when they were too young to do anything abt it and too young to properly understand it. all while they don't get the routine of going to school, they cant do the extracurriculars they like, they're not allowed to hang out with their friends. Some of the most important years for a lot of development were spent being told nothing but all the horrible things going on in the world. "if everything is this awful and there's nothing (I'm able) to do about it why does any of this matter" sorta thing.

and they dont have the skills needed to deal with that. then they also don't have a lot of the skills needed to be a functional student so they're struggling there too - not necessarily with their grades, but I think you know what I mean. freshman year is when you learn to be a high schooler in both the academic/going between classes sense and in the social sense and middle school is when you learn to be like, a person. without that you get a bunch of high schoolers acting like middle or even elementary schoolers with a high schooler's knowledge of everything that's awful and they still don't have the ability to do anything abt it.

they dont see a reason to care and they don't know how to just try things cause they didn't have the space to just try things for a while. online they were given their assignments and that was it. extracurriculars that continued online didn't help either - like, online theater was so focused on "can we get this done" that there wasn't a whole lot of space for the actors to try and properly act beyond say the words and putting a little bit of something into it - and a lot of those extracurriculars that did continue online couldn't always include all of the kids who would be a part of them normally - again, theater, you couldn't have any kids doing tech beyond maybe an AD and/or SM. like shit dude, if I was in their position id feel fucked!

and its definitely easier to notice with younger kids. they have a worse version of the stunted social skills. the only way I can describe it is that these kids are spoiled. not necessarily spoiled in the traditional sense but for a while their world consisted of online school, most likely being put in front of an iPad cause their parents had to work or take care of the house or were just too tired themselves (and some were just bad parents, and oh boy can you tell when a kid is an iPad iPad kid), and then being the only or one of the only things for their parents to pay attention to. If they have siblings its still only a few ppl to split attention between and if the sibling(s) is older then they could have still gotten the majority of the attention, and if they're an only child then they were seemingly the center of the world for a while to them.

so a lot of them dont know how to share attention and they don't know how to not be told exactly what to do. they don't know how to have fun if they're not told how to (unless its like, roblox, not even Minecraft a lot of them don't know how to play Minecraft!) working summer camp, I had so much trouble getting kids to be engaged in stuff that they liked. the kids who signed up for theater classes cause they like theater barely wanted to do theater. the only classes I didn't struggle to get them engaged with was the art classes that everyone wanted to sign up for, photography (it was mostly older kids and more importantly I think, using ipads), and oddly enough the asl class (I think because that one was so specific compared to the other classes that it rlly was only kids who were interested, and I think kids find sign language cool in general. like "wow I can talk with my hands!" or "oh cool we heard abt this in that one book we read!" sorta thing).

im sure you know this, and idk how coherent this ramble is. ive just been thinking abt this for a while cause of just how insane it is to me. cause from what I've seen these kids arent rlly learning all those skills they missed out on. they're just gone.

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom season 2, ep 12-16 thoughts! these episodes, in comparison to the first 10 or so, felt way more laid back and low-stakes, which I appreciate sometimes. I didn't appreciate how lazy jack's halfa design was in masters of time, it made me so annoyed I redesigned it. 👎🏻 u_u

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-'picking a fight with me and my upgraded form!' 'you upgraded to a mullet?' DANNNNY. YOU CANT SAY THAT TO TECHNUS. YOUVE HAD A MULLET TWICE NOW ('fun' split danny, and evil future danny BOTH HAD THEM). I HAVE THE RECEIPTS.

-danny seeing technus hurting valerie and yelling I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF. SAMEEEE <3

-axion labs is now a part of vladco. FUCK YOU VLAD. hes not even really IN this episode, but just thought I'd throw out a nice fuck you anyway.

-'capable of blasting a single person into space in (2) minutes!' tucker. that would kill someone. i mean yeah they might get to space, but theres NO WAY THEY WOULDNT CATCH FIRE, OR THEIR ORGANS WOULDNT LIQUIFY BECAUSE OF THE STRAIN. THEY'D PROBABLY PASS OUT BEFORE THEN, BUT. ...no, okay, I get why vlad bought this company. this is RIGHT up his alley.

-danny KNOWS VAL DIDNT DO THIS, THAT SOMEONE STOLE THE SUIT. AND SPENDING ALL NIGHT CHATTING WITH HER. <3 and val is a 9TH DEGREE BLACKBELT?? danny's mom is, too!! omg and she hunts ghosts, his parents would love her. and her fav fruit is kumquat bc its a funny word. im so with danny val is amazing. I love her and I Do Not Want To Hear It From Sam.

-I knew danny wanted to be an astronaut, but the bowling tidbit is like. yes give me more useless info abt these characters, I love tiny details that make them feel more human, and im glad hes got hobbies aside from ghost stuff, we dont really see a lot of that!!! (I mean, we knew 'fun' danny from when he split himself in half liked bowling, so obv it makes sense he LIKES it, but hes very GOOD at it. so proud of him, bowling king) val calling him neil armstrong and them teasing each other. LOVE THAT.

-technus you are my favorite grandpa for setting this up. SAM WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CREEPY BE HAPPY FOR YOUR FRIEND!!! STOP SPYING ON THEM!!! who actually cares if technus did 'set them up' together, theyre having fun and enjoy each others company!!! 'you think the universe wants you two to be together?' 'i dunno, but maybe /I/ do!' EXACTLY DANNY!!! SOO TRUE.

-and valerie being happy sam said she wants to try and be happy for them and make room at the lunch table for them. and hugging sam over it. VAL NEEDS MORE FRIENDS.

-VAL GOING AFTER TECHNUS IN HER SUIT WITH (1) MILK, AND (1) TREE BRANCH AND KEYS!!!. I LOVE YOUUUU BEST GIRL. her new suit kicks ass

-dannys like 'HEY IM AN ASTRONAUT :D' AW. ...HES IN SPACE... the fact he's actually intending to give her the ring. with SAMS NAME ON IT?? IM CRINGING DANNY NO. YOU CANT DO THAT...thank god he didnt. thank god valerie cut it off and said they can just stay friends for now. tbh, they both have a lot on their plates!! they obv both still like each other...it can be a future thing!! when she knows about phantom! youre 14 theres no need to rush. I just want her to have friends and be happy :(

-...danny struggles to do (1) pull up. SAME. but all the ghost fighting in phantom form REALLY doesnt carry over at ALL? that sucks

-sam being as fit as she is, is not just a goth. shes a goth jock.

-honey I Shrank Our Kid, One of his Enemies, and his Bully: the episode

-dash's crush on phantom is So Obvious. fitness buddies :) watching them interact always makes me laugh. also, phantom, with PANTS. 'how many costume changes you gonna go through, what is this, vegas??' DASSH DJKSFHASKDF

-MADDIE GOING AFTER THE MOUSE WITH A BROOM, WHAT THE FUCK. AAAH. JUST BUY SOME KIND OF MOUSE TRAP.

-danny likes lime and vinegar chips. which sound very good.

-'our boy finally has the physical prowess of a 60 year old president!' ...poor danny LMAO

-'what's wrong with beauty pageants' oh tucker you sweet naïve child. what ISNT wrong with them. who approved this for a high school?? (I mean, yes. unfortunately child pageants exist, but...) also danny and tucker once again treating the pretty girls like objects. I need to meet the grown man who wrote this, I just want to talk...

-prince aragon's dragon form reminds me of maleficent (color scheme wise) which is always a bonus. considering the episode is called beauty marked, I feel like the sleeping beauty references are deliberate

-sam with the fake fangs. once again her accessories never miss. hate the 'not like other girls, girls who get sucked into this kind of thing are all shallow and all want to be carbon copies' bs tho.

-sam trying to be the Worst Bride, being rude as shit. DORA IS GOING TO GET KILLED. DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE SHE SAID THE PRINCE WILL HAVE HER HEAD IF YOU ARENT THE IDEAL BRIDE. YOU /KNOW/ DANNY WILL COME SAVE YOU. JUST ACT CHILL UNTIL THEN. even if you were doing fine to get him to take off the crown, consider maybe not letting his poor sister get punished also?? sure, she could also take off the crown and has dragon powers, but did you know that for sure?? dora didnt even really realize it until you guys talked!! (or at least, she was scared to stand up to him. you had no guarantee she would...) but. good for dora. ANOTHER friendly ghost to add to the List :)

-tucker is so under appreciated in his time. if he was doing a tech-based campaign today he'd have a better shot. people in 2004 had NO IDEA how much tech would be a part of our day-to-day lives...altho. tbh if you're going to be running for student council president, maybe you should..focus on things to actually improve the school? since he's going for a tech angle, he could say like, he would be running fundraisers for the schools computers to be upgraded, etc? we've already SEEN he can be good at money-making entrepreneur type stuff!!

-oh my god wait. this episode is JUST YUGIOH?????! A REBORN PHAROH USING A TEENAGER AS A VESSEL?? YESSSSSS

-tucker using his new minion to feed him grapes and carry him. AND LOCUSTS ONTO THE BULLIES. I love how when he's possessed, he gains winged eyeliner.

-this episode is giving me big 'plankton makes everyone in bikini bottom his slaves and build monuments of him from the spongebob movie' vibes. and the pharaoh has a traitor who works for him? VERY big yugioh vibes. aknadin confirmed

-I like that danny is still completely exhausted after using ghostly wail. (still patiently waiting on him to get duplication)

-LOVE the fenton's 80s outfits. I get hes 14 and embarrassed by everything they do because theyre his parents, but. cmon, this is one objectively cool thing theyve done. love 80s fashion.

-...was vlad just standing on that streetlight waiting for danny to come out? how'd he know they'd be coming out the back? how long has he been up there???

-oh, wait, his ecto-acne has flareups? that SUCKS. danny was...well I dont want to say he was LUCKY HE HALF-DIED, but he was lucky his was pretty instant (I'm assuming that had to do with the power/scale of the portals being different?) I remember in the ep we met him, vlad made a point of saying he was stuck in a hospital for a long time, so. that really actually sucks and I feel bad. not that it excuses anything he's done...but like. it does suck.

-vlad being so sure danny wouldnt help him he made it somehow contagious to his friends to make sure he'd get help? danny is a nice boy, he wouldve helped if it was anyone else. the only reason he wouldn't have is because of the shit vlad did to him, on purpose. vlad 100% dug his own grave by being the biggest asshole, so it is very hard to feel bad for him.

-clockwork is back!!! and making danny learn lessons The Hard Way. Uhhh, okay. I kind of get Danny’s logic, that time traveling this far back would prevent vlad from becoming a halfa also, ergo no arch nemesis or ectoacne to worry about. But the fact that was basically the first solution Danny came up with to solve this problem is actually so funny. It’s so extreme

-APPRICIATION FOR THESE 80S LESBIAN BG CHARACTERS.

-vlad telling maddie in the lab (in the 80s) he has something he's wanted to tell her 'for a long time'...how long have they known each other? I assumed they met in college, since jack always calls vlad his college buddy/roommate, so jack and vlad for sure met in college, but did vlad know maddie longer? thats surprising if so. Tho we don’t know what year of college they’re in so they could mean they met as freshmen and a few years have past…speaking of maddie shes crushing the 80s look.

-vlad blames jack, but. maybe dont stick your face 2 inches from the portal??! THIS FEELS LIKE LAB SAFETY BASICS. IF SOMETHING HAS POTENTIAL TO BE DANGEROUS, DONT GET NEAR IT. WITH YOUR FACE UNPROTECTED IN ANY WAY. (altho jack didnt really give a Big Warning besides screaming BONZAI. so. also that, but cmon.) also, they need gloves, goggles, and to pull all of their hair back tbh. but fuck lab safety, I guess!

-cryyyyinnng at how lazy they were with jack's ghost form design, its just plasmius' design on jack!!! you couldve given him his own design!!

-there. I did that in about 10 minutes and its somehow less lazy than what made it into the show. embarrassing! better yet, I think the episode would've been better if maddie would've gotten the ectoacne. or maybe its just me, wanting to see her design! anyway. I'm sure people have already done redesigns of them both as halfas. I have to go look after I finish this watch through. Also mildly frustrated jacks resentment and bitterness is basically also a copy paste of vlads backstory. They’re different characters, I really don’t think jack would stew in bitterness and jealousy the same way vlad would!! I also don’t think he’d give up after one time of trying to hunt ghosts and getting laughed at. Our canon timeline says different…I dunno, I get it was for laughs, but I’m annoyed because the POTENTIAL this plot has…

-did vlad really wear a stupid cheese hat to his wedding. ok actually that kinda rules. and the cheese door knocker. the dairy-only buffet table. vlad still got rich, just on being the New Dairy King. (Assuming that means he owns a lot of dairy businesses?) ok! this actually is great. hope maddie isn't lactose intolerant!

-'no matter how hard I tried, I could never get rid of my ghost half, the half I knew Maddie could never accept' ohh, ouch, what a horrible thing to say to her HALF GHOST SON. 'YOUR MOM WILL NEVER ACCEPT YOU' BASICALLY.

-maddie strapping danny to the table with a lazer pointed at him in a secret lab she keeps from vlad that she makes a point of saying is sound proof so he can scream all he wants...CHRIST. DANNYS POOR PYSCHE.

-also, not to feel bad for alternate vlad (because, he did lie to maddie saying jack blames her and never wants to see her again...) but. being married to a woman 20+ years and she immediately goes back to jack? if she didnt love vlad and feels like she had to hide shit from him, and says she wasted her best years with him, WHY MARRY HIM. it feels like leading him on!!! cannot believe im feeling bad for vlad, but. this alternate timeline vlad is significantly Less Horrible than Our Vlad. did she not think she'd get funding for her ghost stuff? (which, fair assumption since they're considered 'ghost fanatics/nuts in canon...but...) why did she think jack or vlad would be her ONLY OPTIONS? be like your sister. be single. Actually, this au could’ve been really interesting if after the accident, vlad lied to her and said jack never wanted to see her again, but she stays single. Imagine how much that would bug vlad… like, in her mind, it was never a competition it was jack or no one type situation…

-danny being like 'leave him ALONE' this jack is a HOMEWRECKER, DANNY. let them go to court and settle this at the least. ...or just throw vlad into the portal. (100% human, defenseless vlad) CHRIST, MADDIE THATS BRUTAL. THATS MURDER.

-danny seeing his mom immediately accepting him and his dad being half ghosts in this universe, if I was him this would be a great sign that his universe's maddie would also.

-*maddie voice* "clockwork will help!" *2 seconds later, with clockwork* "I will Not Help." TOUGH LOVE KING. YES LET DANNY SEE THE SODA HIMSELF AND DEVOLP BETTER OBSERVATION SKILLS.

-when clockwork ""reset time to the way it was"" just before danny "meddled"" ...did he really erase a whole alternate timeline? ...damn. because maddie and danny both called it an alternate timeline by name, it splitting when the college incident went different, so it wouldnt have really mattered if he reset it, right. like because danny's timeline is on a different stream? why didnt clockwork just. show danny a replay and not Reset That Timeline. wh...I wonder how many people that Erased From Existence. Anyway! once again stating clockwork is casually terrifying!

[rainbowshawn]

Attention

Summary: All you want is for him to relax…. and give you some attention

Warnings: Smut !! (overstimulation, spanking, daddy kink, general rough sex, unprotected sex)

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It had been a few weeks since Shawn had returned home from his world tour. Months of touring with very short breaks in between exhausted him greatly, but he loves what he does. He pushes and pushes himself, sometimes getting lost in his work. Frequently he would push himself past his threshold, resulting in some not so pretty breakdowns.

It worried you sick at times, right now being one of them. He had practically locked himself up in his studio in the house for the past few days. Only coming out to go to the bathroom and to occasionally eat something. You would go to your shared room at night, slipping into the cold covers by yourself. The lack of his arms around you kept you up longer than usual, a sense of comfort absent. You only felt him slip into bed, wrapping an arm around you, late into the night.

You missed him. Emotionally and physically. It had been days since you’ve really felt him. You were aching for him at this point. You needed him to take a break for not only himself, but you too.

You prodded up the large staircase and slowly made your way across the hallway into the studio he had locked himself in for the past few days. He only came out occasionally, to get food or to go to the bathroom. Other than that, it felt like years since you’ve really seen him. While making your way towards the room, you hear beautiful notes and the soft humming of his voice echoing through the hall. You smiled to yourself at the beautiful melody, until it abruptly stopped. You heard a frustrated grumble replace the once beautiful hum that had just occupied your ears.

You pushed the door open quietly and observed him across the room. His tall figure slumped over his guitar in front of his computer, his back facing you. You slowly made your way across the floor to him, clearing your throat softly to alert him of your presence. His focus still didn’t shift from the guitar placed in his lap, his fingers dancing over the neck, plucking precisely to create that same sound you heard just moments ago.

Your cold hands met his tense shoulders, rubbing at the muscles you could only assume were aching. Your eyes drifted down to admire his strong biceps protruding through his dark navy shirt he was still adorned in from his meeting with his label earlier. He never even took a second to change into something more comfortable, just wanting to get back to his work.

“Honey, why don’t you take a little break? You’ve been working for days, you need to relax…” you said softly, beginning to trail kisses up from his shoulder to the back of his ear, a spot you knew drove him crazy. He groaned so softly you could barely even hear it and leaned back slightly, giving you more access to his neck.

“I have to get this done, babe. It’s gotta get sent off to my label in a few days and I want it to be perfect.”

You mumble something into his neck softly about how he works too hard, still busy kissing him. Your hands slowly leave his shoulders and start to trail down his sturdy chest making their way down to his toned stomach. His breath hitches as he sits up a little straighter, gently pushing your hands off of him.

“y/n.” he says sternly.

You let out a little hmph, frustrated with him. You stand up pulling away from him. You glare down at him and he opens his mouth to reply, but gets cut off by his phone ringing loudly. He turns his attention to his phone, answering it quickly, rolling his eyes at the sound of it going off again. He swears he spends half of his day on the phone.

You stand there in a bit of disbelief. You can’t believe they would call him at this time of night. 9:42 pm to be exact. You shake your head in annoyance and stomp out of the room. You make your way down the hallway into your shared bedroom. Opening up the closet, you start sifting through your drawers in search of something in specific. Your hands dig for a moment before finding a certain lacy red set of lingerie. It was one Shawn had brought back from his stop in Madrid for you. It quickly became his favorite and you were confident this would grab his attention.

Slipping into the thin, red material, you eyed yourself in the mirror before your gaze drifted to a button up of Shawn’s in the corner. You smirked as you tugged it onto your body, showing just enough of what was underneath to drive him crazy.

You made your way back to the dim studio, quietly slipping in. He was speaking into the phone, sounding quite irritated as his head rested in his palm that was propped up by his elbow on the desk. His eyes were pinched shut as he rubbed at his temples. You resumed your place behind him once again, but this time you grabbed the arm of his chair, turning him just enough to where you could stand in front of him.

His eyes grazed over your figure and his mouth dropped open at the sight. His tongue poked out, licking across his lip before taking it between his teeth. You slowly kneeled in front of him, pushing his legs apart as he leaned back in his chair.

“Y-yeah I heard you, sorry.” he stuttered into the phone. He quickly got back on track with his conversation as you started to drag your hands up and down his inner thighs. He exhaled deeply as you began to palm his already semi hard bulge. You began to plant kisses against his clothed length as you looked up at him, a devious look in your eyes.

He bit into his fist to stop himself from groaning at the thought of what he could do to you right now. He wanted to give in. He almost did. He really did. But he didn’t want to give into you so easily. Not just yet. He was incredibly stubborn, but now, he was pissed.

He pulled the phone away from his face, muting the call from his side. With his other hand, he firmly grabbed your face, pulling you away from him. His palm was cupping your jaw while his fingers dug into your face.

“Don’t distract me, pumpkin.” he said stiffly.

You glared up at him, pouting.

“Shawny, please, I need you. It’s been so long….” you begged, leaning your head into his left thigh, shooting him an innocent look.

He knew you weren’t, though. It took everything in him not to give into you. You had no idea what you did to him. He wanted you but he was just too dedicated to his work at the moment.

“Go do something with yourself, babygirl.” he said sternly.

You knew he wasn’t really mad at you but that didn’t stop you from being annoyed with him. You hmphed as you picked your head up, furrowing your brows and scrunching your nose at him. You stood back up and turned to walk away. A smack came across your ass, surprising you and you looked back at the man leaning back in his chair, smirking devilishly.

“Don’t be a brat.”

You rolled your eyes at him, making sure he saw it as you walked out of the room. You made your way back into your bedroom and shut the door behind you.

He was determined, you’d give him that much. But you were too. And you weren’t going to stop until you got what you wanted. You smirked as you plotted your next move. You made your way across the room, plopping yourself down on the plush bed.

Your hand made its way into the table next to your bed and pulled out your favorite pink vibrator. Laying back against the pillows, you turned the toy on. A soft humming sound filled the room as you started to tease your nipples through the thin lace with it. You slowly moved the toy down your body, moaning as you pushed it under your panties.

The toy met your clit and you groaned out in pleasure. You pleased yourself for a few moments, making sure to be loud. You wanted him to hear you. You wanted to make him mad.

You wiggled the toy over your aching clit bringing yourself closer and closer to your impending orgasm. Moans echoed off the walls and you were positive he could hear you. You were so focused on the pleasure you didn’t even notice Shawn make his way into the room. Your eyes only snapped open at the sound of his belt clanking as he tugged it out of his belt loops.

“What do we have here, huh?” he said darkly as he made his way up the bed on his knees. You knew he was no longer playing games.

“Taking care of myself since you won’t” you spat at him. Your hand still between your legs pushing the vibrating toy against yourself.

He quickly snatched your hand, taking the toy from you. You whined at the loss.

“Is that so? Now, where’s my good girl? Can’t even let me get my work done…” he tutted.

Your hands reached for his, trying to get the small bullet back. He quickly grabbed both your hands, pinning them above your head. You moved your head to look up, trying to see the toy in his hand that had you pinned down. His other hand made its way to your face, grabbing it and making you look at him.

“We cant have that, can we?”

He pushed his hips into yours, making you feel how hard you had made him. You moaned at the delicious friction, lifting your hips trying to get more.

His lips made their way down to your neck, kissing it slowly before sucking on the skin harshly. His tongue poked out to soothe the now purple skin, moving down towards your chest. Your eyes closed as you let him dress your skin in marks.

“Gonna be a good girl for me and keep your hands up here or am I gonna have to tie you up?” he said, looking up at you from your chest.

“I’ll be good” you said breathlessly. He already had you so far gone and he’d barely even done anything yet. You were fucked for him and he knew it.

His hand left yours and made its way down, taking his button up off of your body. His hand joined the other in rubbing your sides as he kissed down your stomach. He pulled the straps of your bra down, silently telling you to take it off. Once the red marker all hit the floor, his mouth immediately latched onto your nipple, biting lightly. His tongue swirled lightly, taking turns on each nipple. The feeling of his warm breath sent shivers through your body as you bucked your hips up. His hands pushed your hips back down and settled on the cherry covered fabric that decorated you. He kept his eyes on you as he looped his fingers into your panties, tugging them down your legs.

You licked your lips in anticipation, lifting your head to watch as he kissed up your thighs. He stopped to nibble on the nook between your heat and your leg. You quietly groaned to yourself, causing him to lightly smack the side of your ass.

“I wanna hear you babygirl,” he said “you didn’t have a problem doing that when I was trying to get my work done, did you?”

You nodded your head quickly, as his lips met with your throbbing clit. He immediately sucked you up into his mouth, his wet tongue flicking against you in a rapid pace. You yelped and you arched your back as your breath hitched at the pleasure he was giving you. Your eyes screwed shut as you focused on his relentless tongue on your soaking heat.

You were speechless. His tongue was heavenly against you, making your mind go blank. Nothing compared to this in your mind. He knew just how to pleasure you.

His hand reached up for that little bullet and he abruptly pulled his mouth off of you, quickly replacing it with the vibrating tool. He sat back on his knees as he watched you writhe on the bed, your beautiful moans filling his ears. He decided you could take more, bringing his other hand up to push two fingers into you. You were losing your grip quickly, your hips starting to grind against his big hand.

“Feel good, baby?” he said calmly, toying with you.

“So fucking good” you choked out.

He quickly removed the toy, returning back to rubbing his tongue against you. You were gone, hands grabbing at your tits to find something to grip onto. Your back arched as he curled his fingers finding that perfect spot hidden deep within your center. Your hands found their way into his curly hair, tugging before he pulled off of you completely.

You realized your mistake immediately and whimpered knowing what was coming. You stuttered our apologize but he was already set. His tall figure stood up grabbing you by the ankles and flipping you onto your tummy.

“You remember the color system right? Is this okay?”

You gulped and nodded, knowing exactly where this was going.

“I need to hear you, baby”

“Y-yes” you choked out in anticipation, knowing he needed verbal communication from you before he proceeded. He never wanted to push you to do anything that made you uncomfortable.

Shawn kneeled back onto the bed, straddling your legs. He rubbed your ass softly, soothing you a little as he leaned down to whisper into your ear.

“You said you were gonna behave, darling….” he murmured, kissing your shoulder “but you couldn’t and now I have to punish you.”

He sat back up, still rubbing your right cheek before bringing a hand down on it harshly. You yelped at the smack, your ass burning a little bit. You moaned in pleasure and lifted your ass a little higher, as much as you could, wiggling it in the air for him while you waited for the next one.

His hand smacked down once again, a bit harder this time. “Naughty girl,” he murmured softly. His cock was straining in his pants, aching at the sight of you yearning for more smacks from his hand.

He continued a few more times, getting fuled more and more by the yelps that left your pretty lips.

“Still doing okay? Think you can handle one more? Doing so well, baby” he said so softly, a stark contrast to the dirty situation that was playing out right now.

You confirmed you were fine and bit your lip waiting for the last slap. His hand came down one last time and you exhaled loudly and relaxed against the bed. His large, warm hand rubbed you, soothing your now red skin.

He leaned down kissing up your spine, still rubbing you while he whispered some soft praise to you. His hand made its way between your legs, feeling how wet his brutal treatment had made you. He groaned at the feeling.

“Such a dirty girl, you like when I spank you?”

You turned your head glancing at him with innocent eyes, “mhmmm”

His hands grabbed your hips pulling you up to your knees. With your face still buried in the mattress, you felt him spread you open for him with his large palms. He groaned at the sight of you dripping for him.

“So fucking wet for me. You ready for this cock?”

“Yes, please, I need it” you begged. You were absolutely wrecked for him. The long days without his affection catching up to you quickly. You would do anything.

You raised yourself onto your hands, turning slightly to watch him as he rid himself of his clothes. You groaned at the sight of his cock springing out from his boxers as he pulled them down.

“Like what you see, baby?” he chuckled darkly, his smirk sending chills through your body.

“Mhmmm, you’re fucking perfect” you choked out, admiring his flushed dick and toned body. You wiggled your ass that was propped up in the air a little, prompting him to come back to you.

“Be patient sweetheart, you know I’m gonna take care of you.”

You were sure of that. He always did.

He came up behind you, grabbing his length and sliding it up and down your slick lips, making sure he’d slide into you with ease. Once he felt comfortable he lined himself up, your core already pulsing in anticipation. You couldn’t stop yourself from melting as his thick girth pushed its way inside of you. Even after years of being together, you still weren’t quite used to his size. You had become addicted to to slight pain you felt when you two first started. You moaned in pleasure as you felt him bottom out inside of you.

He only gave you a moment to adjust before he started to snap his hips harshly into you. The speed he was thrusting at was quick and his actions were pointed. He knew just what you needed and planned on giving it to you. His pace was unfaltering and he groaned at the feeling of your tight walls around him. His head fell back as he slammed into you.

“That’s right baby take it, take it” he growled.

You couldn’t stop the moans spilling out of your mouth. You were beyond grateful for the home you two had recently moved into, providing you with the privacy to be as loud as you wanted to be. Your moans were the most beautiful sound to him. Shawn swears there’s no better song; no better melody. He could spend his whole life like this with you.

His hand pushed against your back, pushing your face back down against the mattress as he continued railing into you. The bed was shaking, smacking the wall as you two chased your highs.

“love this pussy, god I fucking missed being in you” he groaned as he spread your outer lips with his thumbs as he watched his length disappear inside of you. Somehow the small change felt so good and your walls clenched around him tightly.

“you gonna cum on my cock, baby? I can feel it”

You could only moan in response, too overwhelmed with pleasure as his hand started to play with your sensitive clit. You felt yourself getting tighter and tighter around him as your orgasm approached. You hips began to meet his fast thrusts, searching for your high.

He kept up his pace as he grabbed your hair up in a ponytail, tugging your head back to look at him as he fucked you.

“That’s it baby, cum for me” he growled as he sped his pace up.

That was all it took for you to fall off that ledge. You were a screaming mess as your walls pulsed around him. You were sure everyone in the neighborhood could hear you. Your body was limp, only being held up by his grip on your hair.

He fucked you through your orgasm, slowing after a few moments. You focused on your breathing as you felt him slip out of you. Your eyes were shut as you laid down on the bed, body spent.

“You think i’m done with you, darling?” he darkly chuckled “we’re just getting started”

And just like that he had you flipped onto your back, his hands spreading your legs open. Your cum was dripping down onto the sheets, and you weren’t sure you were ready for another round yet.

You mewled as you felt him blow cold air onto your still pulsing clit. You tried to shut your legs but he kept you spread open nice and wide.

“I’m gonna make you cum again and again. As many times as I want tonight.

“Shawn I can’t, i’m so sensitive” you said frantically, shaking your head.

“You wanted my attention so bad, you’re gonna get it. Sound good, my love?”

You gulped and nodded, eyes big at his request. After all, this is what you wanted. Your body may not have been ready, but you were. You relaxed against the pillow under your head, feeling Shawn’s hands smooth up and down the backs of your thighs. You closed you eyes and waited for his next move.

He kisses your neck as he slips his length back inside of you. He shuddered at how tightly your walls gripped him, somehow even tighter than before. He grabs your calves and lifts them to hook over his shoulders as he begins thrusting slowly again.

Your tummy cramps for the first few moments, still a little sore from his previous assault. Your face scrunches up a little as you wait for your body to adjust again. He notices your discomfort and begins pepper your faces in light kisses, murmuring his praise to you.

“You doing okay, my love?” he asks, angling his slow thrusts a little differently

“I’m okay, you can go ahead” you assure.

He looks into your eyes, confirming you are in fact okay before he gets back to business. Like before, his thrusts are quick. He isn’t shy about setting a hard and quick pace for you. He wants to make you feel good. He knows he’s been distant and it’s been eating him alive.

Your chorus of moans starts ringing out again after a few moments of soft whimpers. You know he wants to hear you and he makes it easy to deliver. You feel his cock deep in your tummy and he rocks in and out of you.

“Fuck, daddy. You’re so fucking deep like this.” you whisper, breathlessly. He grunts at the name, almost cumming right there. You know exactly what it does to him and you smirk at his reaction.

“Yeah? Feel me in your tummy? Shiiiit, I can fucking see myself in you.” he groans out when he catches the way your stomach pokes out a little as he slams inside of you. You glance down and whimper at the sight.

You feel yourself getting close to cumming again. You’re shocked at how fast he gets you there, you weren’t sure how much you could take.

He angles himself differently and hits that perfect spot that sends you reeling every time. You’re screaming as you cum for the third time tonight. He’s a moaning mess above you, eyebrows knitted together as he feels you flutter around him.

“Gonna make daddy cum babygirl, you feel so good. Always take me so fucking well”

His hips snap against yours, pace faltering slightly as he loses his grip. The sound of your skin was echoing through the room, the noises slightly wet from the mess between your legs. It was obscene but you couldn’t get enough. Your legs are still slung over his shoulders as you grab his face between your hands, looking him in the eyes as he comes deep inside your throbbing heat. You both watch each other in amazement as his hips keep thrusting his cum in you.

You stay like that for a moment while he collects himself, telling each other how much you love the other as he rests his face against your bare chest. Your hands find his sweaty hair, playing with the curls as his hand trails up and down your side.

The moment is quiet. The breathing of you both being the only sound that reaches your ears. You relax into his embrace, soaking up the intimacy.

“M’sorry” he says so quiet you barely hear him.

“What, baby?”

“I said I’m sorry. I’ve been an asshole lately. I’m just stressed out but I shouldn’t ignore you.”

You coo’d at him and kissed his forehead.

“You’re busy, Shawn. I get it. I know what I signed up for. But you can’t lock yourself away from the world, honey. You work too hard.”

Your hands start to rub across his back, soothing him and wishing you could take his stress away.

“I know, just don’t wanna disappoint anybody.”

“You could never disappoint anybody. Nobody expects you to be perfect. People don’t love you because you’re perfect, they love you because you’re you.” you say softly, using his own words he’s used to help you. If only he would take his own advice.

He giggles at your stolen advice and nuzzles into your neck, kissing it with a loud smooch.

“Alright, alright.” he kisses you.

He lays his head back down, falling back into a comfortable silence. He sighs thinking of how supportive you’ve been over the years. Regardless of him touring, working, writing, and whatever else his crazy lifestyle brings, you’re always there beside him. You keep him sane. You bring him home.

“Was I too rough?” his question breaks the silence.

You laugh at the question, your face scrunching at his abruptness.

“Not at all babe,” you giggle “it was hot. I’ve missed you.

His lips catch yours and press a few sweet kisses to them.

“I’ve missed you too. I love you. More than you know.”

You hum.

“I love you too.”

[skips-is-asleep]

Ranking All The Sollux Ships In Character Order

Firstly i wanna make it clear that i headcanon sollux as bisexual (fucking obviously) so genders not a factor in any of my reads of the ships

June/Sollux: This one’s really crack-ey. I used to be super fucking into it but now it’s like…only good in theory i guess. 3/10

Rose/Sollux: Pale? Perhaps. Ive seen some good stuff for them pale, it’s pretty interesting to think about, especially considering how similar he is to Dave and how THEY get along together. 4/10 Potential

Dave/Sollux: Like i said, i read sollux and dave as pretty clear character parallels. Dave might get a kick out of verbally T-Bagging him but i think Sollux would quickly get annoyed, perhaps a spur of the moment pitch fling? maybe theyre pitch friends with benefits but only very rarely and sollux cant stand him any other time? All good ideas! 5/10

Jade/Sollux: I could definitely see it! Theyre first meeting has them hitting it off pretty well, I think sollux would really like her, but i dunno if she’d really like him all that much. 5/10

Aradia/Sollux: Timeless, literally. Flavor is immaculate. I prefer them pale FOR SURE, and i always have. Ive never read any of their relationships, chemistry, or conversations as THAT kind of romantic, but i think its super valid for people who do read it that way 12/10

Tavros/Sollux: TavSol is SO UNDERRATED. It’s SO CUTE. Tavros would be comfortable enough to sass Sollux just right and sollux would be taken so off guard by it, he’d find it hilarious, like a baby saying a swear word. They’re fidusspawn buddies, theyre Friend’s with Aradia Buddies, like theyre actually so fucking cute, open your eyes 6/10

Karkat/Sollux: Do i have to talk about this one. Do i have to– Okay so This is Actually The Best Sollux Ship Ever Ya;ll are Wrong About Everything And I Am Right 20000000000000000/10

Nepeta/Sollux: I dont have a lot to say about this one. Does anyone? I dont know a lot about nepeta and i dont have any friends who love her, so i could only guess if she’d actually want to get along with him, or if his personality would be offputting to her. Then again, she canonically had/has a crush on karkat, so maybe sollux’s Ability To Respect Women would make him look appealing. Maybe she’d ask him for advice on how to ask out karkat and hed WANT to give her bad advice because he wants to piss off and embarrass karkat, but nepeta just looks so innocent and genuine in her feelings, he can’t bring himself to do it 5/10

Kanaya/Sollux: Pale, obviously and WOW, top notch. Theyre very very good friends, good moirails, she mothers the hell out of him and he does little errands for her. She taught him how to mend his own clothes so he can do it himself and not depend on her, but they still do it together. Also if you read that one really dumb fic i wrote, i headcanon that they have tea parties even though sollux doesnt like tea 8/10

Terezi/Sollux: Pale again, very VERY cute. Writing this fic was so much fun, i loved how they interact with each other here. And in the comics, he’s so  surprised that she calls him cool like “oh my god she thinks im cool” AndD WHEN HE WENT BLIND SHE WAS THE FIRST PERSON HE WANTED TO TALK TO THATS SO CUTE WHY DONT MORE PEOPLE SHIP THIS 8.5/10

Vriska/Sollux: sound byte of that clip from Weird Al’s “I’ll sue ya” Do i even need a reason?? 0/10

Equius/Sollux: Okay ya know what, THIS IS A GOLDMINE yall are SLEEPING on equisol. My friends cannot get me to stop talking about this, but i dont think ive had the opportunity here to talk about it. Imagine Equius just flat out not believe that sollux is at all capable as a psionic bc he’s so scrawny and wimpy, and even when sollux grinds his teeth into the pavement, it still frustrates him that he could be so much STRONGER if he put the effort into it, “You could be strong in TWO WAYS, sollux” and yeah that does sound appealing to him, but seeing equius get so fucking mad that he’s not ripped but is still able to knock his ass down is so funny it’s almost not attractive. He definitly doesn’t tell people he has a pitch crush on equius, ESPECIALLY NOT KARKAT ARE YOU KIDDING and threatens equius at gun point not to tell anyone because could you image, suave, cool, adorkable, gets all the ladies sollux is in a kismesistude with EQUIUS, GOD. Have ya’ll even read that paradox space comic with the two of them i swe– 9/10

Gamzee/Sollux: That same fic i linked earlier is also a pretty good interaction between them that i like? Sollux just. Cannot stand him. At all, and it’s so funny. Maybe it’s a little, tiny tiny bit pitch, he just wants to strangle him in a way that’s not ENTIRELY platonic cause maybe he’s kind of hot in a deranged  clown way? 5/10

Eridan/Sollux: Wheres the flavor? i dont taste anything, nutmeg, cinnamon, I don’t tast–No but for real, no offense to fellow homestuck old fans, erisol is kind of trash. I ADORE them when theyre beating each other within an inch of their lives. Like, sollux dropping a mall on Eridan as a “warning” and eridan shooting at him in the sky is GOLD. I prefer erisolkat, perhaps when eridan and sollux are stuck alone for way too long and have to “pass the time” somehow, and by pass the time, see how many times i can stab you before you pass out, and karkat has to take the knives away 4/10

Feferi/Sollux: This one is good, an old classic, but @zeldasoft-art made a really fucking funny post about what if they’re only pretending to date each other to piss eridan off and i lost my fucking marbles 8/10

Jane/Sollux: im not even gonna– 0/10

Roxy/Sollux: hacker buddies, tech buddies, computer buddies. Like if rivalry and one-up-manship, typical kismesis behavior had a red/pale counterpart. I feel like they’d have a lot of fun making projects together  and contests but they wouldnt be that mean or violent.

Dirk/Sollux: This is. A little bit of a guilty pleasure for me. This is basically equisol, but dirk is mean to sollux in sollux’s brand of mean, and shares sollux’s sense of humor. Imagine the two of them getting into hard roasting each other, getting more and more mean with insults until Sollux tries to make a move on him and that last insult hurt a little hard so dirk gets a little pouty or misty in the eyes cause you don’t diss a man’s MLP collection dude, those got him through a lot of rough times. The fact that dirk made Hal at all makes him like 50% more attracted to him 8/10

Jake/Sollux: He would love bullying him, so much. I dunno if there’s any romance in it or if he just hates jake in the not fun away and wants to make him cry 3/10

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Fall Back to the Jet

Summary- Bucky x Y/N (Steve, Natasha, and Sam features) Cap tells you to fall back to the Quinnjet, but you decide on another option. Lucky Buckys close by. Warning- Violence, swearing. Written for @hopingforbarnes​ 250 Writing Challenge. Congrats!!!! Prompt is in bold italiacs. 

Word Count- 1.9k

It was all going smooth till Steve spoke directly to you in his com “Y/N, we have it from here, fall back to the quinnjet” 

You were still the rookie although its been a year, and Steve was the Captain, No one defies the captain, except for you. You eyed the open doorway the hydra agent just went into, taking a deep breath as your resolve settled, you werent going to sit on the quinjet any longer while the rest cleaned up. Ducking into the dark doorway, you stalked down the stairs while hearing your name being yelled at in the com “Y/N, I TOLD YOU TO FALL BACK” Sorry Cap, not this time. 

There are times in your life you maybe regret a decision, this was one of them. You thought the room was clear, sweeping your sights back and forth from the other end of a rifle, when there was a clip to the back of your head, knocking you forward and stupidly dropping your gun. “You Mother Fucker!” you yelp, and turn to face your opponent, twisting your head slightly to knock out the kink he put in your neck. He was well over twice your size, his meaty hands flexing to get around that slim column of your neck, you could see it in his eyes when he lunged at you, side stepping around him with a kick. It was like bouncing your foot off cement and didnt phase him much, smirking at you as he came at you again. “SHIT!” you state as you start blocking and trying to attack back. 

“Bucky you got her?” Steve hissed as they barged into a lab and Steve threw up the shield, blocking the barrage of bullets aimed at the two men. 

“Yea I got her” Bucky ducking behind the shield and once in a while lifting behind from it and aiming his own specially trained on targets rounds, he twisted away and went back out the way he came, using his vibranium arm to slam open doors to see them empty. “Come on Y/N, where the hell are you?” He snarled, until he heard you cussing out someone and the shallow sound of flesh getting pounded on. He hoped that it would be you doing the pounding, but when he opened the door, that certainly wasnt the case. 

Bucky came into you looking twisted around the mans arm, and him slamming you down into the floor, doing your best to keep your head from being bashed in, attempting a kick into his face, his throat, just about anywhere to get him to release his hold. Blood ran down the side of your face from your scalp and your words were flying just as much as anytime youve ever been pissed off, regardless of the situation. “If you dont let me the fuck go you dick wilted asswipe, Im gonna rip your balls off and stuff them down your throat.” If Bucky wasnt scared as hell for you at the moment, he would have rolled his eyes at you, once he realized the way you were being flung back and forth wasnt gonna allow him to take a shot, he shouldered the weapon.Close attack it would be 

Without another pause, Bucky strode forward, his strides wide and his metal arm slammed into the hyrdra agents side of the head, jarring his hand to open wrapped around your neck and you fell to the floor from a considerable height,snapping the back of your skull against the cement with a sharp cry. Rolling away from the two men clashing like titans above you. Bucky was shorter in stature then the hydra agent was, but much more quick on his feet, as well as being a super soldier, it wasnt exactly a fair hand on hand fight. Within minutes the agent was merely blocking the bone rattling blows Bucky was issuing, you were crawling across the floor to where you dropped your weapon, sitting back and putting it to your shoulder, waiting to get a clear shot.

Buckys silver hand wrapped around the back of the mans neck, the plates clinking as he tightened pressure and swung him around right in the aim of your shot, you lining hydra right up in your cross hairs, and pulling the trigger. Barnes turned his face away to keep from getting splattered from brain matter and blood. Loosening his hold, the hydras body, minus the top of his skull, collapsed with a dull thud. You lower the rifle and wince, placing your hand against your head. “Bucky... he got me pretty good.” Your vision going in and out at the moment. 

“Jesus Christ Doll” He hisses as he sidesteps around the body and goes to you, his hands cupping your face to look in your eyes. “Can you focus on me?” You blink a few times and wide eyed stare right at him best you can. 

“Hows that?” You question, grinning stupidly since your just glad Bucky got there in time. He frowned a bit and sighed, wrapping you in his arm to get you to stand. 

“Steve, I got her, Im taking her back to the Jet.” He spoke, not to you though and you didnt bother trying to get an answer. With his assistance, you two hobbled, less with sleuth, but with plenty of pauses for Bucky to check to make sure the coast was clear, the two of you headed outside. Sam was already in the jet, waiting on the two of you. 

“Steve and Nat are finishing up downloading the computer files, then they will join us. Come on Kid, I got a spot waiting for you.” 

“She had her head hit pretty badly” Bucky stated as you two followed Sam inside, going to sit you down, a wave of nausea threatened to upchuck whatever breakfast was, which what was that again? Oh yea, bowl of Wheaties, you remarking to Steve and Bucky this morning across the table. 

“Breakfast of Champs!” You werent exactly feeling like a champ right now. 

Sam looked you over to, prying one eyelid open, then the other. “I think shes going to be okay, but once we reach the compound we will be able to take a closer look.” Bucky settled in beside you and you pried them open once more. 

“Thanks for coming for me.” 

It was this moment Steve and Natasha returned, Steve snapping past you without acknowledging you at the moment. “Get us home Sam” his voice clipped, and Natasha plopped down next to you, her eyes brimming with worry. “Hey, we win some, we loose some right? You also got a hard head, I know.” She teased, having sparred and tumbled with you plenty of times. Steve stayed up at the front with Sam for the moment, but once he was sure you were okay, back home, you were most likely gonna get one of the famous Cap speeches youve seen him dish out to other agents. For now you were content to lay your head on Buckys shoulder, his hand resting against his knee, palm up. Without hesitating, you weave your fingers with his and he gives them a gentle squeeze. It might amaze others just how gentle he could be with that vibranium limb of his. Not you though. 

When the jet lands, you walk off, much more in control then before, but Bucky still hovers nearby and follows you into the medic bay. Quickly your head is checked over, a flashlight shining in your eyes, follow the finger, clean up the scrapes and blood. “Your gonna be dizzy for a few days, so nothing strenuous.” 

In this moment, you were okay with that. 

Steve came in, his demeanor still snapping in anger, but a touch calmer then before. He glanced at the medic and asked “Please, give us a few moments Ma’am, then you can have your patient back.” Bucky moved to take over bandaging the rest of you up as the medic left the room to the three of you. 

He looked at you, hands moving to rest against his hips as he seemed to asses you. “I heard your okay, Y/N. Good, you gave your team quite a scare.” You did have the audacity to look a bit sheepish, but felt the need to defend your actions. “I know, I honestly thought I had him.” 

“Thought, not good enough. Your still fairly new to the team...” This caused a look from you while Bucky patched up the back of your head as best he could. “So I think a bit more team building practices are in order Y/N. Until then, field work is off the table.” 

“What? Steve, come on.” You go to push Bucky back so you can stand up, but hes firm, firmer then you can give him credit for. “It was one mistake, I made a bad call.” 

“Yea, could have gotten you killed. Your always trying to think solo and you just cant. Were a team Y/N. We work together. Ive already made the decision.” 

You kinda gape as Steve turns to leave, fuming. You swear your heads going to blow like in those old bugs bunny cartoons where it goes off like a train whistle. “That son of a bitch just benched me. BENCHED ME!” This time you manage to move to a stand, about to storm off after Steve, but Bucky caught your arm and sat your ass back down. 

“Youve got to calm down before I can fix you up, Okay?” Bucky said calmly as he works diligently. His hands just as gentle as ever, you can barely even tell hes doing anything. You stay as still as you can, fighting back frustrated tears at the Captain benching you like this. Your tired and sore, your reaction just adding to your already bad day. “It was one mistake, one. I just hate always being told to go back to the jet when I could be helping you guys out. It was a bad call on my part, but fuck... I just wanted to be useful. I cant believe how bad this has turned into.” 

Bucky is silent for a moment before he pulls back and studies your face momentarily, and sighs. “Listen, I will talk to Steve, okay? Right now hes just being a dick. He will give everyone else crap about not following orders, but damned if he does.” You wipe at your face to get rid of the frustrated tears build up and arched your brows, hopeful. 

“You would really do that Bucky? If he says yes, I promise I wont mess up again.” 

“Course I would, and let me tell you, Steve wouldnt have listened either.” He went to pick up the tools and waste sitting on the table nearby, and scrubbed his hands clean. “Let him just cool off, hes probably speaking in worry as well Y/N. He doesnt always show it, but your just as much family as the rest of us.” 

Tentatively you go to stand, touching the bandages he finished securing gently and wincing. Without even asking he held out some aspirin that you popped immediately. “How about we go crash on the couch? You still owe me live commentary on that second little people going to drop some jewelry in a fiery hole movie. What was it again?”

This caused you to laugh. “The Twin Towers? Sounds good Bucky” 

@what-is-your-plan-today​ @official-and-unstable-satan​ @p8tn0lish​ 

[onepunchmiss]

OPM s2e12 Live Blog

“The Wiping of the Disciple’s Butt”

The season finale. I’m nauseous. Lets begin. 

As always, I’m watching from the perspective of someone who has read the manga and webcomic. 

Right where we left off. Again I love the music. I’m just like, really calm right now actually. hhhhhhhhhhhokay. OOF oh god all the crunching sound effects oh no, this is already so weird watching Garou get his ass handed to him since he’s pretty much curb stomped every other hero in battle thus far, or at the VERY LEAST avoided taking so many hits. This. is so uncomfortable to watch. WOAH ????? THESE SHOTS WERE ONLY THERE FOR A SPLIT SECOND BUT??? HOLY SHIT???

GAROU’S HAIR OH MY GOD 

Oh god oh god Bang is relentless this hurts please stop guys GUYS PLZ  HAS NO ONE REALISED THAT NOT ONE HERO HAS DIED CMON PLZ IT HURTS calm down stop trying to kill him plsplspls OH

THIS 

IS WHY

WE STAN GAROU

HE SAYS FUCK DEATH HOW ABOUT I JUST GET STRONGER INSTEAD QUE EPIC THEME MUSIC

oh god damnit him legit running on all fours right there just looks goofy tho F “preposterous style” Bang you aint lying asdfghjkl really though OH MY GOD EVERYONE IS DRAWN SO BEAUTIFULLY THIS IS SO BLESSED 

WAIT 

NO OPENING THEME???????????????????? WHAT?????????????????????? WHY????????????????????????? ONE, I WANTED TO SEE THE CHIBI OF THE WEEK AND 2 

I WASNT PREPARED FOR MY FAVORITE DOPEY BIRD MAN THE FUCK PHOENIXMAN PLS NO ILY I know people hate him a lot but I just really dig how he feels like a fleshed out character compared to most other monsters, like he’s legit lookit him being all smart and stuff plz I just,,,,,,,,,,,, want to hug dumb fluffy birb ;-;

Woah again I’m being blown away by the animation??? Garou getting smacked around is really fluid and this just looks really cool in general?????

FUCK I CANT DO FLASHBACKS MAN JUST HEARING THE KID VOICE MAKED MY STOMACH LURCH OH NO 

OH NO I SCREAM OH NO I CANT OH NO GIMME 5 MINUTES PLEASE I CANNOT BBY NO I FORGOT ADULT GAROU IS IN THE FLASHBACK WATCHING THIS TIME PLS NO 

LIKE???????? I got kinda a comedic vibe watching him comment on it in the manga but the slow music and shit is just FUKKIN ME UP RIGHT NOW I HATE IT THANKS IT HURTS

oh god his face he has the seething thousand mile stare of quiet rage and its burning a hole STRAIGHT THROUGH MY ENTIRE BEING “But me I was the loner kid. Always gloomy and without friends” STOP. YOU STOP THAT RIGHT THIS INSTANT. IM CRYING AT U RIGHT NOW STOP

NO DONT HOLD HIM LET HIM GO S T O P OR SO HELP ME i can’t watch this what the fuck “I was always the loser” SHIT this legitimately hurts me “I dont want to be the monster anymore” GArou hey did you hear that part?? hEY GAROU DID YOU HEAR YOURSELF THERE??? 

WHAT DID I SAY WHAT THE F DID I JUST SAY STOP HOLDING HIM STOP STOPPIT  THE HELL MAN What if……….. I just go BACK IN TIME AND ADOPT BB GAROU CAN I DO THAT IS THIS POSSIBLE IS THIS ALLOWED ? ?? ?

oh my god it keeps getting worse. I mean. I already knew garou was being disproportionately reprimanded for what he supposedly did, but watching this scene just fucking kicked me in the teeth. As if my stomach wasn’t already in knots. The fuck . why does this hurt so much more watching than reading the frustration in seeping into me ffffff.

This looks really cool but, i can barely focus on that because im pretty much being exsanguinated on the floor over here by this whole sequence look at him crying. do it for me cause I sure as hell can’t 

“I want to strike a blow for the little guy”

Fukkin GETTEM GO GETTEM 

HOLY SHIT HIS VA IS GOING T F OFF 

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH LOOKIT HIM ILY SO MUCH SAVE THE DAY BIRB SAVE 

ASDFGHJKL THIS IS SO INTENSE EVERYONE IS SO INTENSE I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS BUT HOLY SHIT FUCK IM SCREAMING GAROU IS SCREAMING BANG AND BOMB SCREAMING GENOS AND EVEN PHOENIXMAN EVEN THE MUSIC IS SCREAM WE ALL JUST SC R E M

OH MY GOD AND THE LITTLE HEAD NOT GENOS AND BANG GIVE EACHOTHER SAVING THE HEROES OH MY GOD OH FUCK AND THE WAY THEY ANIMATE BANG JUMPING AROUND IS DOPE AS HELL AND ALSO HOLY SHIT ELDER CENTIPEDE I MISSED THE UNSETTLING SMOOTH CG LIKE ANIMATION FOR THE CENTIPEDES EVERY CELL IN MY BODY IS JUST SCREAMING RN I AM OVERLOAD HELP 

Garou flailing in the air in Phoenixman’s grip is … really adorable oh my god. “It’s your fault for not finishing them” ooooooo that shut him up didn’t it oof. Also nice cameo by Tatsumaki there 

ASDFGHJKL THE MUSIC AGAIN I LOVE IT I LOVE THEM LOOK AT THEM OH MY GOD 

THIS IS SO BAD ASS

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS SO BADASS

Genos’s eye static, The brother’s fists swirling, THE FUKKIN CARAPACE SHATTERING 

THIS FIGHT IS SO WILD MY COMPUTER CANT EVEN TAKE IT. ITS GLITCHING AND FREEZING UP HOLY SHIT

oh god ok the face coming out of the face was pure nightmare fuel alright then

WAIT

I FORGOT GENOS IS A SELF SACRIFICING DUMBASS. NO IM NOT READY GENOS YOU DOOF LISTEN TO KUSENO LISTEN TO HIM 

oh no 

oh no

im crying oh no

this animation is beautiful first of all and the music like im just here this is where I’m at and I’m crying oh no 

He’s an angel. A literal angel. Look at that and tell me he doesn’t look like a fucking angel in the sky with the rays of light casting shadows around him. 

Genos you are too good and pure for this world but that DOESNT MEAN TRY TO GET YOURSELF KILLED 

Shit they really made it look like he was gonna self destruct there for a second which MADE HIS LAST STAND EVEN MORE INTENSE OH MY GOD SWEETHEART Y’all ever get into a show because you keep seeing one character that catches your interest, and you keep seeing them pop up on your dash or wherever until you finally decide ‘well fuckit, this is the asshole that’s gonna get me to finally watch the show’, cause you’re already invested in them anyway? Genos did that for me with OPM. If this fool didn’t exist Who knows how long it would’ve taken me to get to watching OPM, if ever. And shit like this is why I STILL love him. I usually move on to new faves 90% of the time but nope. Genos earned his spot and is keeping it. Look at this insane shit. My heart. Uhg

Enough gushing asdfghjkl ok but Genos, you just went INTO THE DAMNED THING’s STOMACH,,,,, and you’re SURPRISED that there’s STOMACH ACID?? But real talk. What the EVERLONG FUCK is that thing’s insides made out of? How did it NOT DIE. the FuCK

asdfghjkl Phoenixman’s chuckle???? I love 

Oh Bang no, this is wrenching my heart like I know that he doesn’t actually use his power but its built up so intensely like,,, would he be ok if he did??? and actually more concerningly since it even WAS brought up that he has some hidden true strength, will we EVER get to see that??? Oh Shit well when they word it as “All the power left to me in this life” then yeah, that seems pretty life or death ish???? THE FUCK 

Oh thank god comedic relief is here I feel like i’m about to have a heart attack my chest is so tight hhhhhh ok breathe WAIT THIS ISNT COMEDIC THIS IS BADASS AS HELL JEEZUS witht he flashbacks to the Saitama encounter and THIS LOOK

The Anime is really fucking with the audience huh??? Making it look like KIngs about to throw hands like???????????? OH SHIT AND THIS MUSIC IS DOPE AS HELL TOO IM JUST laughing I have so much excessive energy right now???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHZAHAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASDFGHJKLJHGFDSWERTGYHUIUJHGFDFGHJKJHGFRE THE FUKKIN SONG THEY BROUGHT IT BACK THE ULTIMATE SONG I GOT THREE NOTES IN JUST THREE NOTES AND I KNOW IM SCREAMING I GOTTA GO RUN BRB 

IM STILL SCREAMING FADFJSAGFJDSLKAHVFSKLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OUR MAIN MAN THERE HE IS THERE HE IS IM GONNA THROW UP 

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OH MY FUCK THATS WHAT THE OPENING SEQUENCE EXPLOSION WAS FROM OH GOD OH FUCK BEAUTIFUL THIS IS BEAUTIFUL OH FUCK OH GOD 

The REPRISE oh no oh NO OH NO OH NO NO ITS NOT OVER im not ready its not I cant no no no i dont want to press play cause if I press play it will end soon no no no Oh my god and at the end there isnt gonna be a title card for the next episode because THERE IS NO NEXT EPISODE no non o nonononon on on on ono no no no 

NO 

HEY IVE BEEN RIPPED OFF. WHERES THE FACE WITH HIS HAIR BLOWN BACK??? ASDFJKL fine I cant even be mad everything else was tooo  ofdbghjfshkggfhsjgbfhjka

KING WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT REACTION ASDFGHJKL W H A T 

WAIT THEY ARE DOING THE OPENING THEME AT THE END NO I CANT HANDLE SEEING EVERYOONE NOW OF ALL TIMES GOD DAMNIT WHY ok yknow what. I knew it would be king. I dont know how but i did 

Wha

wh

fkin cliffhanger no please no 

I.. I’m kind of at a loss for words. I’m. That’s it, huh? It’s really over. It doesn’t FEEL over. There’s so much unfinished business. Well, the only way to really neatly wrap everything up as neatly as S1 did would have been to get ALL THE WAY through the Garou arc, which obviously wasn’t going to happen, but this is not a great spot to leave off if we’re going to endure another few years hiatus. My hope is that, with biweekley manga updates, we should wrap up the Monster Association/Garou stuff (assuming it doesn’t diverge from the web comic too much) some time next year, and I’m HOPING that s3 is already being planned accordingly along side manga publications. So MAYBE it will at least be announced around that time 2020. That’s my wishful thinking at least. I don’t think I can survive 3 years. anyway

You could really tell JC Staff poured their hearts and souls into these last 2 episodes. Absolutely gorgeous, paced well, so completely satisfying and making every second of s2 worth while. For me, at least. I’ve already seen people still complaining and I’m just sorry they didn’t have as much fun as I did. 

Seriously, thank each and every one of you guys. This has been a wild ride, I’ve barely had this blog a few weeks before season 2 started airing (and honestly just got into opm maybe a month before that?), so I owe a lot of the success on the blog to the anime I bet. This was the first series I’ve never tried live bogging, and I honestly can’t believe that they were as popular as they were? Especially since I never have any idea what I’m doing but yall listen to me ramble anyway?? Yall are crazy thank you so so so much. Now my tuesdays are gonna feel really empty… next week is gonna be weird as hell. Though I’m gonna get mad nostalgic good vibes rewatching this season in the future in no small part from sharing my experience with everyone who's stuck around. I can’t say see yall next week this time, but, see you next season whenever it may be for sure.

[vantaestummy]

this is so random but could you please please please write one where yoongi just involuntarily,,, pukes on joon?? maybe theyre sharing a bed for whatever reason and yoongi is queasy or maybe theyre crammed in the backseat of the car together and yoongi cant really lean anywhere else except for over their laps?? it can be short i don't mind i just really want to read this and you're my favorite writer. thank you so much i hope you're doing well and you're taking care of yourself

A/N: YES OMFG! Omg you are so sweet. I read this prompt and had to write it cus i really love it. If you are still waiting on a request, it will get done lmao. I promise. Enjoy anon! And thank you sm ❤︎❤︎❤︎

TW///emeto, mentions of anxiety

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Bang P.D. has not been too happy with the last few tracks that Yoongi and Namjoon have recorded.

Something about how it just wasn’t… them. How the music didn’t come from their souls, their expepriences, their lives. The music they were making wasn’t true. Built and made through computer applications that have no true meaning. So here they were, Yoongi and Namjoon, sitting on top of Namjoon’s bed while the other boys were out, working and editing track after track, song after song. Writing and writing until the sun lit the horizon.

Yoongi’s laptop was burning into the skin of his thighs, its heat making him all too uncomfortable. His stomach was already churning with anxiety, not being able to meet anyone’s expectations. It was unnerving as it was frustrating, and the dinner that Namjoon had made wasn’t sitting too well, all thanks to the ever present worry and fret.

Namjoon squints at the screen of his laptop, pushing his glasses higher onto the bridge of his nose as he clicks away at the keyboard. Yoongi intakes a deep breath, a desperate attempt to quell the nausea in his swirling belly. He starts to rub his aching tummy, biting the flesh of his bottom lip as the screen of his laptop blurs in the midst of his vision.

Namjoon looks up. “Hey hyung, you good?”

Yoongi swallows thickly, his throat on fire. “Yeah, just, sleepy.” The eldest rapper says as he removes his headphones. He feels almost motion sick, the endless onslaught of his troubling thoughts making the queasiness within him growing and growing.

Namjoon just hums, still clicking and clacking. Yoongi stifles a belch through the cloth that covers his knees, burying his face into the crook of his arms as he pullls his legs in. It’s quiet for a moment, with the exception of Namjoon’s keyboard, before the younger ruffles the oldest rapper’s hair.

“Why are you hiding kitten?” Namjoon teases. Yoongi wants to fight him but, he won’t. Not not. Not when his stomach is acting up. Not when his anxiety is running amok.

Even though they’ve already debuted, can P.D. make them disband earlier than their contract has called for? What if these songs aren’t good enough? What if P.D. gets tired of them? What if he cancels all of their performances and interviews?

What if in a flash, everything they’ve ever worked for, turns to dust?

Yoongi feels a wet splash of dinner at the very base of his throat before his body constricts. He needs a bathroom, now.

“Hyung? What was that sound? Hyung.”

Namjoon pulls at Yoongi’s arms lightly, but unfortunately, it’s just enough for Yoongi’s resolve to come tumbling down. With a painful squelch, a colorful stream of bile spills from Yoongi’s lips, plummeting into Namjoon’s lap, as well as the bedsheets before plopping to the floorboards.

“Hyung.”

Namjoon quickly ignores the grotesque warmth in his lap in order to grab at Yoongi’s fringe, a hand on his cheek as he guides the eldest rapper to face the floor.

“Let it out baby, it’s okay.”

Yoongi whimpers, a few tears leaking from his eyes as he gives a silent but harsh gag, one that has another stream of puke pouring to the floor, draping along the bedsheets as it does so. It hurts, everything does. Yoongi’s insides feel like they’re burning but the calm hand on his back helps to soothe some of his anxiousness, as well as his pain.

“Baby, why didn’t tell me you were feeling sick? Was it the food? I feel fine I don’t know how—"

“No... the food was fine, surprisingly.” Namjoon scoffs as Yoongi sticks his tongue out, annoyed with the disgusting and rancid taste in his mouth. Even when he’s feeling ill, the oldest rapper in the group still has the best disses.

Yoongi is left, coughing and gagging wetly but helplessly. Namjoon gives the older’s bicep a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry I... this whole thing just... I feel so fucking worthless. What if Bang hates what we makes? What if he gives up on us? What if—"

“Hey, hey.”

Namjoon cups Yoongi’s red cheek, the skin there a bit swollen and far too warm to be normal. “You need to stop this hyung. Bang didn’t just pick us out of nowhere. He saw something in us. He saw potential in us. He believes in us. Maybe we’ve been in a writing funk lately, but who cares? We’ve been so caught up in the throw of things that we forgot what it meant to truly make music. He may have been disappointed but he will never give up on us. And more importantly, you can’t give up on yourself.”

Yoongi would never admit it, but yeah he’s crying, and he’s covered in puke. They both are. He feels pretty pathetic right now but, there’s a tiny sliver of hope, one that sparkles in his heart. A hope so strong that, he feels a little bit better, and the nausea has slowly drained itself from his body, along with the vomit.

“Thanks Joon...”

Namjoon caresses the apple of Yoongi’s cheek with the padding of his thumb. He smiles.

“Of course. Now, maybe we should shower first, and then get back to work.”

Yeah, Yoongi still wants to fight Namjoon.

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A/N: it was short i know lol. don’t kill meh. more requests to come! ❤︎

[nie7027]

For some reason i really wanted to write some reformed super5 headcanons so here i go

Edit: Part1    Part2    Part 3    Part 4   Part 5

I havent read the manga so I dont know exactly what happens to them therefore this probably wont follow canon

Minegishi being the one who faced the worst possible way to realize all his wrondoing assumes as his responsability to make sure the others, who didnt had to go through such drastic measures, take seriously their redemption

"What do you mean the boy just offered to be your friend??? I HAD TO FACE DEATH HIMSELF AND ALMOST DIE WHILE BEGGING FOR ONE CHANCE" says a perfectly not traumatized Minegishi after Seri tells them what happened up there

So he essentially becomes the mom friend, making a group chat to know what all of them are up to and pestering them to find a job you bunch of useless

How he manages to be both the mom friend and the asshole friend is anybody guess

hatori and shibata move in together to split bills, seri goes with Reigen so Minegishi ends up renting a tiny flat on his own

Minegishi (actually all of them) doesnt trust Reigen, and neither Mob(afterall he saw him talking with that terrifying spirit) but it looks like Seri is doing fine and he is too busy looking for a job

He ends up being a florist(i think this is canon) and Hatori works repairing computers because thats all they know to do

Minegishi still doesnt actually like like plants but he has come to appreciate them and they are part of him so he starts to learn about them

Hatori canonically knows nothing about IT so now that its his work he does the same and lears to program too (It turns out without his powers he sucks at it)

Cue some strange study session and chats talking about their experiences

Minegishi: Did you know that apple seeds contain cyanide, a very lethal sustance, so you could kill a man if you feed him too many apples?

Hatori: Did you know computers are super stupid? seriously for some reason it tells me there two kinds of 0 and it wont do what i want OH MANS GREATEST INVENT HOW COME YOU CANNOT RUN THIS SIMPLE PROGRAM

Hatori:

Minegishi: you forgot another ; didnt you?

Hatori:

Hatori: yeah..but it still tells me the are 2 zeroe's

Shibata jumps from work to work(construction worker, security guard, retail) getting frustrated each time. The only things constant in his life are the super5 and his weekly visits to the gym because even if he was passing out he remembers what ekubo said to him about appreciating real trained muscles over fake physics muscles and decides to train until he deserves those muscles

It turns everybody in the gym admires his muscles and the fact that shibata follows a healthy routine and never oveworks like those who exercise for the sake of having muscles(he could use his physics powers if he wanted to just show off) motivates them to do the same so they gym owners, exvited about this' go to him and beg him to work there as gym instructor. Shibata has to go thought lots of capacitation but he is finally doing something he believes in and helping other people.

They do mostly fine and are sastified with the way they are becoming better...of course there times when old habits cannot be forgotten

One time Hatori is asked to repair one of the computers of a mildly important company and he does it without realizing he used his powers. so when another computer brokes in the same way and the company, to save money, triesto repeat what he did, it doesnt work and they acusse hatori of somehow doing this on purporse so the company is forced to hire him everytime and threaten to sue. Shibata hearing this walks up to the company in his inflated form and force them to retract everything the said, apologize to Hatori, hire him to repair the other computer and then leave him alone

Hatoris way to say thanks is to hack the gyms system and change shibatas schedule so his days of fall on the same day there new episodes of his favorite shows. He does the same for Minegishi sometimes.

Even if a florist shop is a calmer enviroment there are times he really wants to estrangulate the customers with some vines. He of course doesnt do it but he cant be blamed when a customer trips on a random root that appeared out of nowhere. Seriously? This root is too sturdy to be from any pf the plants they have Minegishis coworkers complain

Once they see a clean shaved, suit wearing more confident standing Seri for the first time they stare dumbfoundedly(they might had even gaped) but they recover quickly and compliment him which makes Seri so happy which is a nice change because he was so nervous he couldnt even button his shirt and Reigen had to sit him down and help him. They go for a drink and catch up on their lives. This becomes soon a routine.

And it goes like this(with them working, adjusting to normal lives and going for drinks every once in awhile) for about a year until one afternoon minegishi comes back to his apartment from grocery shopping to a powerful aura that is making his plants nervously recoil and finds Shimazaki resting on his couch eating cereal out of the box and watching tv

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Watching tv"

"You are blind"

"And you are dumb. Wheres the milk? I couldnt find it"

I have a part 2 ready but i really need to do my homework now so this was a good point to cut it. ill edit it later to fix any mistakes when im on my computer

(The cyanide thing is more difficult than just feeding someone apples but i did that on purpose to show Minegishi is just as dumb as Hatori)

[docholligay]

sailorsunspot replied to your post “Baby just give me one reason/ Give me just one reason why I should...”

This pull/push is SUCH my jam and nnngnnn i fucking LOVE how you write them my god

THANK YOU I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE IT

sailorsunspot replied to your post “Baby just give me one reason/ Give me just one reason why I should...”

And i love that Mina cant help but say it. The light can be harsh, exposing painful truths that all parties might wish werent brought to life

I think it’s so frustrating to her that Rei is so tangled up with her thousand yards of Rei-level justification about everything she does, and she just wants to make it plain, for once in their lives. 

sailorsunspot replied to your post “Baby just give me one reason/ Give me just one reason why I should...”

I love how they’re both too smart for this. How they both know how dumb this is cause theyre so stubborn.  Their reasons are different, but theyre so, so dumb, they cant help it,a moth drawn to a flane that warms and nourishes but also burns

YES! They both fucking know better, and know that this tug of war game is only going to continue, and yet, here they are, all over again, and I feast on it. 

I love how you highlighted rei’s comfort with the darkness, as a play off of her attunement with fire, because people dont always remember that there is always shadows where there is a fire, and that the light and dark are so combative in a natural fire, flickering in and out, a give and a take

Yeah even I don’t normally “Go there” but as I was writing this I was like, “Why don’t I?” I think the shadow is such an important part of the flame, it’s nothing like the sun, it creates deep shadows that move and dance, and I just thought it was a really neat idea. 

sailorsunspot replied to your post “Baby just give me one reason/ Give me just one reason why I should...”

I started reading this yesterday and then realized it was JUICY and had to stop as i was in gaming mode and not like... ready for this. I LOVE this

This made me laugh so hard. 

kumeko replied to your post “Baby just give me one reason/ Give me just one reason why I should...”

Oof, I love this type of angst, and Mina finally realizing that she can't handle it anymore. I really love this line " Rei’s hair on the pillow, to touch that black satin and think she could not drown herself in its galaxy."  and this description " MIna wanted her in the daylight hours, and not just in the dark of night, curtains pulled so not even the moon could touch them, a secret place where they could feel each other,"

Thank you so much! It’s my favorite place to go with the two of them, honestly, and I’m so happy you liked those lines, I was so excited about some of the imagery in this one! 

moonlight1130 replied to your post “Baby just give me one reason/ Give me just one reason why I should...”

But yesss Reinako relationship angst is so many of the things I love most all in one. And this was really well written, as always

moonlight1130 replied to your post “Baby just give me one reason/ Give me just one reason why I should...”

I read this and love it and will come back with some better comments when I am at my computer tomorrow

Thank you! I LOVE THE REINAKO angst also, I mean I have them as endgame, but I love that they have to make it so difficult for themselves. 

keyofjetwolf replied to your post “Baby just give me one reason/ Give me just one reason why I should...”

FAVOURITE LINES: "only the roar of the fire and the shadow puppets telling this story against the walls." and -- for which I actually was "oooooo" when I read it: Rei liked to compartmentalize, to think that she could be Sailor Mars and Rei Hino and the Shrine Maiden and a lover in the darkness, without any of them ever touching, separate as a children’s plate, and just as immature. And the black satin and galaxy thing, ugh. UGH I SAY

THANK YOU I LOVED THOSE LINES TOO

keyofjetwolf replied to your post “Baby just give me one reason/ Give me just one reason why I should...”

Also your imagery in this is just incredible. The light and darks, the brief little snippets of tenderness in there. So, I'm furious and want to smack you.

Thank you! I had fun with this one

keyofjetwolf replied to your post “Baby just give me one reason/ Give me just one reason why I should...”

The way Rei is always operating in this space where she can have everything, including the lies she tells herself. The way Mina keeps LETTING HER, but then gets to where she just can't, how this is the one place she can't just let it be a good fuck and walk away. It kills me, and it kills me even more how every time you go back here, I sucked in just that little bit more.

Yes I love the idea that really and honestly thinks in some wayy she can “Get away with this whole fucking thing, like this can just go on because it works for her and fuck the rest of you honestly. ANd Mina has FEELINGS for her, and Mina knows it’s so dumb and why can’t think be normal but there we are. 

keyofjetwolf replied to your post “Baby just give me one reason/ Give me just one reason why I should...”

I am so legit angry the degree to which you've dragged me kicking and screaming into your take on this pairing. You know I don't do romantic pairings as a general rule, and of those, I also rarely do a slow burn. But fuck me, and also you, I am SO INTO THIS.

Jetty: I don’t ship the inners together. 

Me: *Pushes Reinako across the table*

madegeeky replied to your post “Baby just give me one reason/ Give me just one reason why I should...”

This was gorgeous. I loved the language in it, it was beautiful. Rei and Minako's personality are so well done and I loved the seed metaphor for Rei. Gorgeous fic!

Thank you! Part of the reason this is always so fun to do with these two is all the possibilities for imagery!

rhiorhino replied to your post “Baby just give me one reason/ Give me just one reason why I should...”

oooohhh nooooo.  It hurts so good where do I start???  My god I loved the line about closing the curtains against the moon the instant I read it

Thank you! I really liked that too, so I’m glad someone else loved it. I know this Rei/Mina thing is a well I always come back to, but I really love all the images and ideas one can pull out of it. 

rhiorhino

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I love it so much when you write Reinako, I will die and they'll lower me clutching sheaves of your work to my chest.  I love the tenderness and angst of Harumichi but god the DRAMA of Reinako

THANK YOU I FEEL THE SAME WAY. One, well, I don’t know if it’s an issue or a mistake because people are allowed to like things the way they like them, but for me writing Reinako as the same as Harumichi really misses the way the girls are all different, and that they have different reactions to the same idea. This is part of the reason I always harp on backstory, because I think that can help you always know a character’s motivations. Rei and Mina are never going to be LIKE Harumichi, they’re another thing entirely. 

rhiorhino

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“Baby just give me one reason/ Give me just one reason why I should...”

How sharp and pointed they are, how neither of them can bend even though they both want each other, but they're both too fucking proud!!  IM SO GLAD I SENT THIS REQUEST

I AM AS WELL THANK YOU FOR SENDING IT

[lunasaturnine]

noise noise noise. you dont even look at different channels. it’s all just one channel. and all the noise is the same. you wanna tune into noise? get into one of your feeds and start scrolling. ntohing going on? here, why don’t you take some noise. noise noise noise.

i can’t stand it. what’s the point of my life? what is going on? i want to expand and also i want to FEROCIUOSLY NOT EXPAND. FUCK WORKSHOPS. FUCK LEAVING MY HOUSE. FUCK GOING TO Ohio or kentucky or indiana or whatever fucking place and paying loads of money and people telling me what the fuck to do.

but also if i dont do that what the fuck, im depriving myself of learning opportunities that would be guaranteed to change my life

what does that mean. i don’t know what to do with the ability to make decisions about my own future. how can i make decisions about the future, from where i am right now? i don’t want to decide things further than a day before.

i ... have made some good inner progress but i feel im backtracking. last night i dreamed i had planted a bunch of cool plants but then they were like dying. i dont want to waste my soul. i know i am a highly developed person. i know i have focused intensely in my past lives. i know i have loved art and studied people and become sensitive and educated. so what am i doing? why do i feel this panic? what’s going on?

why do i tune into the Noise Channel? what do i think is in it for me? thank god for the computer so i can at least be creative again.

i thought i wanted to go to nashville over spring break. well here’s spring break and i still don’t know if i want to go to nashville. how am i going to be the sort of person who can visit her undergrad and give a master class if she can’t even decide to go? is that the kind of person i want to be? don’t i want to grow up and be a full person, don’t I want to complete circuits? I JUST DON’T KNOW! do i want to be a hermit? I JUST DONT KNOW! i just don’t want to be in this position.

i feel the crisis of choice that happens to libras and i want to cancel it violently like caps do. that is my cap suicidal ideation. i usually don’t deal with it but lately i am so frustrated by who i am that it is happening. that is stupid. why am i so frustrated? its PISCES SEASON. that’s SLEEP SEASON. who knows that better than i do??? so why do i beat myself up? i dont want this kind of inner life.

i’ll play bach now. maybe i’ll drive up to nashville next week. i think that would be fun. i don’t think it would make me feel crazy. maybe i can stay with ****. that would be nice. i think it would feel good because i would be surrounded by love, of a sort. maybe i’ll do that for like three days. then come home get lunch with ****** on the way. i dont think ill go to memphis and see ****** that’s way out of my way and i don’t think it would be very fun. i’ll play bach now.

it is not all this misery in my inner life there are nice things i want to write about on here too. I GUESS. none of my thrust is outward and it’s making me panic, why cant i just chill and enjoy it? plooto is in my fourth rn. uranus in my....7th... haha. sun in my sixth. so i’m just going to chill. chill. chill. and play bach. and chill.

[ssweeneys]

i’m having a REALLY bad day

or really past couple of weeks where work is concerned and i just wanna vent bc you know sometimes people out there in the working world understand ya know???

its long, beware. idek if i’ll keep this up its more so for me to just let it out.

so like i’m an office admin for a company (we’ll leave it nameless for protection purposes) and like i supervise receptionists for my office so i’m kinda an office manager but not technically? if that makes sense.

anyway. people these days just don’t want to fucking work like EVER and like to start jobs and then up and vanish to collect that unemployment which to me is really just dumb since there are rules to it in every state and nine times out of ten you’re making like 60% of what your normal paycheck would be and thats surely not enough to live on, so like ??? i don’t get it.

there’s been a constant rotation of receptionists come and go over the last couple of months and two girls who work for me have stepped in on numerous occasions. one lady is in her 60s and doesn’t know anything about computers and is kind of dense?? to say the least. nothing against old ladies. i actually find a majority of them cute or hilarious bc they say what they think and dont give a f*ck who it offends and sometimes that blunt honesty is refreshing and you just need it in a world where people bullshit you 24/7 to further themselves for selfish gain and yaddy yada

anyways.. over recent weeks she’s become more and more intolerable to deal with. i ask her to do things and she gives me attitude and its like the simplest of things.. like email this person, make sure you let this person know they got a package, etc, etc. she can’t do even the most basic of tasks without screwing up. her attitude is just atrocious.

and due to people coming and going i’ve had to alter our schedule a lot. recently, one girl requested off so i adjusted the older lady’s hours (lets call her--carla) mind you carla only works 1 day a week and i’ve been super generous in giving her the entire week of christmas off so -- yeah.

anyways the girl who requested off (we’ll call her nicole) told me she didnt need those days off anymore and so i fixed the schedule one more time to her original days/hours.

now, i print off the schedule every time a change is made and whoever is at the reception desk i tell them to let the other girls know and post it right by the computer they sit at every day so theres no excuse for anyone to say i didnt make them aware. well carla is not the brightest bulb as we already established and she doesnt pay attention so we pretty much have to coddle her apparently and make sure she understands (although its pointless bc she doesnt no matter how hard you try to explain something to her) ANYWAYS she comes in on nicoles day when she wasnt supposed to anymore bc the schedule was fixed, posted, etc. and she gets mad when i ask her why shes there. and yes, i understand that the rotation has fucked us all over and up in so many ways. she is not the only victim here. this has been stressing me out left and right and to no end for MONTHSSSSS. so like i get it? i’m sympathetic to that. i understand the confusion and frustration, i’m right there with them.

HOWEVER, because she’s annoyed/mad/whatever she gives me attitude all day yesterday and is flagrantly disrespectful. i’m her supervisor, regardless is someone upsets you, act professional.

but she doesn’t. we know that. or at least I DO. anyhow.. she’s mad. she’s pissed off right? she’s got an attitude. she sees the new schedule, she brings it to me in my office and asks if its the correct one for tomorrow WHICH SHE IS ON!!! let me make that clear. she was on. she asks if its correct, i’m in the middle of composing an email so i take a moment to respond ‘yes’ she huffs, storms off and goes “you know what? nevermind” i’m like.... okay?? i brush it off. i’ve been brushing off her poor attitude all damn day and i dont say A THING. BC I GET IT. I UNDERSTAND. IM SYMPATHETIC TO THAT. we all have bad days. we all get a little frustrated sometimes. we’re human, yeah?

yeah. right. ok.

so then like... carla is working the morning shift for nicole. both carla and nicole showed up. carla pitched a fit bc she came in and was already there and didnt want to go home so nicole was so sweet about it and said thats okay, she can work i understand. bc even though nicole is like half her age, she’s MATURE.

at this point i dont even understand why carla is so upset? she got to stay. she got the hours. she’ll be making the money. all is good right? WRONG.

when the next girl comes in for the afternoon shift, i over hear carla telling her about the mishap that happened that morning (yesterday) and my office is literally maybe 6-7 feet from the front desk so i can hear EVERYTHING that goes on. i mean this is my job. i’m pretty much in charge of making sure the office is running, our employees are happy, etc.

so yeah i over hear carla telling this girl that and i quote “yeah nicole came in this morning and the schedule was switched around and i stayed because i was already here. (then something unintelligible I cant make out bc her voice lowers) you know, it really pisses me off that this keeps happening.”

SHE SAID THIS. TO A NEW GIRL. MAKING ME, NICOLE, EVERYONE LOOK BAD EVEN THOUGH SHE GOT WHAT SHE WANTED, NICOLE APOLOGIZED, I APOLOGIZED FOR THE MISHAP, IVE DONE EVERYTHING FOR THIS LADY TO PACIFY HER OR WORK WITH HER OR COMPENSATE HER.

so its so infuriating, disrespectful and really downright disgusting for her to trash me, my name, etc to someone. but you know what? I DONT SAY ANYTHING. I dont cause a scene. I go about my business and let it roll off my shoulders bc at this point I know if I say anything its just going to turn ugly and I’m in a professional setting. Sometimes its better to bite your tongue, hold your head up high and move the fuck on about your business.

NOW... oh now, we’re on today. carla is scheduled to work. she came into my office, confirmed it, she was FULLY AWARE OF THIS.

so nicole calls her 5 mins before shes scheduled to clock in and is politely like hey you on your way? and carla is like oh no i don’t work today.

BITCH! THE FUcK YOU MEAN????? WE CONFIRMED THIS LITERALLY!!!!!!!!

omg i cannot at this point i really cannot

but lets proceed... so carla. she’s like yeah i dont come in, tells nicole to check with me. nicole comes to me, i smh and just sigh and am like ok i’m sorry can you please call her back and tell her shes supposed to be here and if theres any issues, transfer the call to me. so nicole calls her, they’re talking, carla is being a cunt (sorry at this point you are) and so i talk to her and shes like you know, this is so frustrating i came in there i asked you if i was supposed to work and you said no (the other girl she trash talked to idk who to name her) and IM LIKE SITTING THERE GOING ????? WHEN????? TO MYSELF BC WE JUST HAD THIS CONVERSATION

MY PATIENCE IS SO THIN, ITS NON EXISTENT AT THIS POINT IM OVER IT

IM TIRED

IM SO FUCKING TIRED AND SICK OF HAVING TO PICK UP THE SLACK AND DO EVERYTHING MY FUCKING SELF BC NO ONE CAN COME TO WORK, DO THEIR JOB AND GO HOME.

can i just make a point too that we make $12 an hour here. sometimes we are LITERALLY SO BORED we have nothing to do. we can read books or watch netflix if no one is around or i even have time to rp at times. so like THIS IS THE EASIEST JOB IN THE WORLD A FUCKING MONKEY could do it.

all you do is answer phones and transfer calls or send an email

its LITERALLY. THAT. FUCKING. SIMPLE????

so like i just dont get it

but back to the point... carla is arguing with me, basically saying my communication sucks, i’m unprofessional (which is laughable but ok) etc...

and i just cant hold it in anymore?? and i’m like well carla, i’m sorry you feel that way and i understand where you’re coming from but i don’t appreciate that you were disrespectful yesterday, you told (new girl) that you were pissed off about what happened and proceeded to talk about me in a really unsatisfactory way.

and she WANTED TO TRY AND SAY THAT THIS WAS A DEFAMATION TO HER CHARACTER. WHEN SHE FUCKING SAID IT!!!!!!!!!!! i mean you can’t but if you were to ask anyone i know i have freakishly good hearing and it gets on my family’s nerves all the time bc i need quiet when writing and i have to beg them to turn their tvs down low just so i can concentrate.

I FUcKIng HEARD THESE EXACT WORDS COME OUT OF HER MOUTH!!!! and she wants to sit here and say that i’m defaming her character.

NO BITCH. Im repeating what I fucking heard you say!!!

why would i make that up? why??? how does that benefit me in any way??? what does that do for me???? NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! i’m not benefitting from anything here.

in addition when talking to her on the phone i bring up the fact that she brought the schedule to me (the correct one which SHE IS ON) and asked me to verify if it was correct. but then proceeds to say in the same breath (contradicting herself) that she’s going off the old one????? like okay????? but you’re wrong?? SHE EVEN SAYS ITS AN OVERSIGHT ON HER CHARACTER, SHE ALREADY MADE PLANS YADDY YADA, SHE CANT COME IN TODAY

moral of the story is... she’s dumb. she’s a fucking cunt. and i hate people who try to spin things and victim blame and tell you you’re defaming their character when you call them out on something real they actually said because they’re scared little pussies and can’t just admit its what they fucking said.

yo i’d have a lot more respect for you if you just admit it. i’m not even mad??? i dont give a fuck what you think or feel about me. when i leave here every day i dont come home and cry about work or how people feel about me there.

work me is different from real me. I. DO. NOT. FUCKING. CARE. work people do not know me on a real level only a professional one. i am here to do a job, to make money, to pay bills, to LIVE. i am not here to fret over the opinions of people who do not follow me home, who do not know the real me. WHO. DO. NOT. FUCKING. MATTER.

POINT FUCKING BLANK.

THANK YOU AND GOODBYE

like seriously?? GOD FUCK! i’m so angry.

if you read all of this, like thanks for letting me vent to a total stranger lmao you’re a real one, may you be blessed today and always.

onto that note... i gotta get back to work. (lmfao fucking irony at its finest)

[ohnojustimagine]

Executive Affairs

Drew Gulak/Reader; Smut/fluff, 2230 words

Office AU.

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Sometimes you think that on paper, at least, Drew and Jack shouldn't even get along, let alone manage to co-run a successful company together. They're almost entirely dissimilar; Jack with his smoothly reserved charisma and Drew with his exacting and fussy perfectionism, but they're both equally smart and fiercely ambitious. And somehow their differences seem to end up complementing one another, each excelling in areas where the other is lacking, the remarkable growth of On The Ground Enterprises a testament to their combined skills.

You've been Jack's assistant for almost two years now, and though it can be demanding, you love your job. He's an amazing boss, and though he expects a lot from you, you're well-rewarded for your dedication.

Drew, however, is a different story. Because though you like Drew as a person (and, as it happens, you like him quite a lot) he is, sadly, not such an amazing boss. His assistants rarely last more than a few weeks at the most, usually quitting before their trial period is even over, and you can't say you blame them. Drew's expectations are impossibly high, and he seems determined to find fault with everyone he takes on, never giving them time to learn the job or adjust to his incredibly particular ways.

Both you and Jack have tried to convince him to go a little easier on people, but Drew's too stubborn to change, and now you merely watch, resigned, at the seemingly endless parade of hires who invariably fail to live up to his standards.

Tonight you're working late, finishing up some tedious admin tasks that you didn't have time for today, and you'd thought you were alone, but you're just shutting down your computer when you hear a shout from Drew's office.

"Dammit," he yells, and there's the sound of something being slammed down on a hard surface. Hopefully not his laptop, you think, because Jack gets pretty pissed about so often having to pay to replace those when they're the victim of Drew's temper.

You walk across the room, peering around the edge of the open door, seeing Drew frowning in apparent consternation at said, apparently still functioning, laptop. And you shouldn't find the expression of anger on his face in any way cute, let alone maybe even adorable, and yet, to your annoyance, you do. "What's wrong?" you ask.

He looks up at you, surprised. "Oh," he says. "Sorry, I didn't know you were still here."

"I am," you reply, and he turns back to his screen, obviously frustrated.

"I can't reorder the slides on this PowerPoint," he tells you. "It won't work."

"Where's..." You try to recall his latest assistant's name, because they come and go with such frequency that sometimes it's difficult to remember. "Tara," you say, sure that was it.

"Lara," Drew corrects you.

"Lara," you repeat. "Has she gone home?"

He pauses for just long enough that you're instantly suspicious, then says, "Yeah," and you know him well enough to be able to tell that's not the whole story.

"Has she gone home permanently?" you ask.

"I guess you could say that."

"She quit?"

"She did." And he at least has the grace to look somewhat shame-faced about it.

"Another one?"

Drew sighs. "It's so hard to find good help."

"It's actually not," you tell him, "you're just too picky." You shake your head. "You're never satisfied, are you?"

"Well," he says, with the hint of a smirk, "you always manage to satisfy me."

"Could you make that sound maybe a little less dirty?"

"Sorry." He smiles, and this time it's more genuine. "But you do. In every sense of the word."

You smile back at him, and you know you shouldn't give in to him, should make him fix his own problems, but it's been a long day, and you're tired, and he's taken off his jacket, has loosened his tie a little, rolled up his sleeves so that his forearms are showing, and fuck it, you think, because you're not made of stone. So you lean over, looking down at the laptop's screen, quickly realizing what he's done and correcting it with a few clicks.

"There," you say, gesturing with a flourish.

He checks, as if disbelieving, but then looks up at you, grinning. "Perfect!" he exclaims. "You always know what to do."

"I'm sure Lara probably would have known what to do," you reply, "if you'd given her a chance."

"Maybe," Drew concedes. He looks at you, almost a little forlornly. "I just like things done right."

"I know," you assure him, because you do understand. Drew can be a difficult person, but once you get past that fastidious, grumpy exterior, he really is a genuinely good guy.

You yawn, because it's getting late, and you turn yourself around, hopping up to sit on his desk, crossing your legs, swinging your foot up and down, watching as he stares at your calves.

"Why are you still here, anyway?" he asks.

You shrug. "Finishing up some stuff."

"With Jack?"

"No," you answer. "He left a while ago."

"So it's just the two of us."

"I think everyone else is gone, so yeah, it is."

"Hmm," he muses, so very pointedly that you have to roll your eyes, because subtlety isn't exactly Drew's forte when it comes to seduction. But then it's not yours, either, so you carefully push his laptop out of the way and shift across his desk until you're sitting directly in front of him.

He doesn't say anything, but he moves his chair back slightly, and you kick off your shoes and pull up your skirt, bending your knees up and resting your feet on the arms of the chair, either side of him, your legs open before him.

He looks at you, right at you, gaze fixed between your thighs, silent for a long moment, then says, "You know, I think coming to work without underwear is actually against company policy."

"I was wearing underwear," you reply. "I took them off at lunch time."

"Why?"

You lean back, your weight resting on your hands behind you, tilting your hips forward to give him an even better view as you smile slyly at him. "Because I was masturbating in the executive bathroom."

You see him swallow, and you know you're getting to him, however calm he might seem. "That's definitely against company policy," he states, his voice perhaps the smallest bit hoarse.

"What?" you ask. "Using the executive bathroom or masturbating at work?"

"Both," he says. "But the second one, particularly."

"Pretty sure it's only against company policy if you get caught."

"What if someone heard you?"

"I was quiet," you tell him. "I can be quiet."

"You're never very quiet when you're with me."

"Usually there's no one else in the office when I'm with you. And I thought you liked me being loud?"

"I do." He's still staring between your legs as he says, "Yes, I like that. Very much."

"Don't you want to know what I was thinking about?" you ask him, shifting slightly, hearing him breathe in as you move, and he must be able to smell you, because you can smell yourself, your arousal.

"Maybe," he replies, as if it's no big deal, but you're not fooled.

"I was thinking about you," you say.

He licks his lips. "What about me?"

"You want the specifics?"

"You know I enjoy specifics."

"I do know that." You lean back even further, taking your weight on one arm, your other hand unbuttoning your shirt so that you can slip your fingers inside your bra, teasing at your nipple. "I was sucking your cock," you say, and Drew's watching your hand as it slides across to your other breast, this time pinching the nipple, hard enough to make yourself wince, gasping out loud. You see him swallow, his nostrils flaring as he inhales. "I was under your desk, sucking your cock, and you were on a video conference call and you were talking, and everyone could see your face, and you were trying so hard not to give yourself away."

"That doesn't sound like responsible corporate behavior."

"It doesn't, does it?" You give your nipple one last squeeze then move your hand lower, Drew's eyes following its path until it's between your legs, and you're touching yourself, feeling how wet and open you are. You push one finger inside yourself, moving it slowly in and out. "You were so hot in my mouth, and I could hear it in your voice, how close you were to losing it." You start to stroke your clit, circling, pressing down on it, but you go on, saying, "I thought maybe I should stop, and I went to pull back, but you had your hands in my hair, and you wouldn't let me."

Drew nods, carefully. "I'd be able to stay in control."

"You would," you say. You smile to yourself, your finger moving faster over your clit. "So I just sucked on you, nice and slow, until you were done with your call, and the second you were finished, your hands got all tight in my hair and you held me there and just fucked yourself up into my mouth until you came, right down my throat." You're close, so very close you can feel it, and you have to consciously force yourself to stop, sitting up, Drew staring intently as you suck the taste of yourself off your fingers.

"Aren't you going to come?" he asks.

"No," you tell him.

"Why not?"

"Because," you say, leaning over and opening the top drawer of his desk, pulling out one of the condoms he keeps there and holding it up, "you're going to make me come."

He smiles at you, eager and dirty, standing up out of the chair and unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, and you reach behind yourself, barely even looking as you sweep aside whatever's still on the desk and lie back, ready for him.

And he's got the condom on, gripping himself, cock entering you. "Ohhhh," you breathe out, and he doesn't make you wait, pulling out almost the way and then thrusting back into you. You wrap your legs around his waist, canting your hips up into him, wanting his cock as deep inside you as possible, for him to fuck you harder, and he knows, because of course he does, not holding back, giving you exactly what you need.

He rests his hands on the surface of the desk, either side of you, leaning forward just enough that the angle is perfect and you try to hold off, make it last, but it's too good, he's too good, and you're crying out, moaning, the sound seeming to echo off the walls as you abandon yourself to the feeling rising within you. Your body arches up, and your hands are over your head, gripping the edge of the desk, bracing yourself as you come, peaking in wave after wave.

You whine as it begins to recede, but Drew's still going, each thrust now heightened by your post-orgasm sensitivity. You squirm underneath him but he holds you still, not letting up until he's done, coming with a hissed-out breath, his eyes closed, mouth slack as you watch him.

He pulls out of you, tossing the condom, slumping back in his chair and you crawl into his lap, his arms around you as he kisses you, softly, not saying anything. And that's all you do for a while, both basking in the afterglow of it, no need for anything but each other.

"Why don't you come and work for me, be my assistant?" Drew finally says.

"I work for Jack."

"He wouldn't mind."

"Yes he would," you say. "And wouldn't we have to stop fucking if I worked for you? Wouldn't that be against the rules?" You know Drew loves his rules.

"Technically, you work for me now. I'm the co-owner of the company."

"But I'm not your direct report, am I?"

"No," he says. "And yes, I suppose it would be inappropriate."

"Anyway, I think this is the perfect working relationship."

"It is pretty perfect," he agrees with a contented sigh, then looks at you. "Would you like to maybe go get something to eat?"

"Maybe," you say. "Can we get takeout, go back to your place?"

"We could do that," he says.

"And can you fuck me again after we eat?"

"I'm sure that would be sufficient time for me to regain my erection, so yes."

You roll your eyes. "Can you not call it that?"

"What?"

"Erection." You screw up your face. "That's like the least sexy word for it in existence."

"But it's the proper term," Drew argues.

"What's wrong with hard-on?" you say. "Or boner."

"Boner is not a sexy word."

"I don't know, it has its charms."

"Erection's better. It's a good, solid, useful word." Drew nods firmly, and you smile.

"Well, your erection's definitely both good and solid, so yeah, I guess."

He beams at you. "I would say it's useful too."

"I do personally find it very useful, that's true."

"See?" he says, and you have to laugh, grinning happily.

"Come on," you tell him, climbing out off his lap, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. "Let's get out of here."