#mfer's sleeping in the ice again

[dualcosmog]

0646 Kyurem

[k-kizkhalifa]

I KNOW I KNOW YOURE ALL SICK OF SEEING ME.. but i just need to let it out. sue me.

okay okay ep 10. (i have some time right now and watching a few) boyyyyyy the absolute gold(excuse my pun) of this episode. victor narrating *chefs kiss*

we start with the “L Words”: Life and love. Here we go, if we hadn’t guessed it already, we’re knowing it now. Yuuri is Victors love. We knew Victor was Yuuri’s love, he done told the whole world in that press conference and on the ice but baby we knoooooow Yuuri is Victors love.

Chris scenes… if you follow me you know I love me some Chris. And just the shopping, is perfect, not only do we see some domestication there (eyyyyy) we get the rings. The church, the choir, the gold rings… is there anything better.

My point is this: Yuuri is soooo soft, almost too soft, but then we see this fire in him. He buys the ring, he takes Victors glove off (swoooon) and he places that ring on his finger. He owns it, and him, in that moment. Baby we need this Yuuri, but we wouldn’t have had this Yuuri if Victor had not entered his life.

Dinner with the boys(tm). Haha at Yurio looking at Otabek saying, “how much do i have to pay you?” Also, aweeeee at Victor getting them all together for Yuuri’s family/friends.

But, Chris, “what’s with the rings?” And Phichit, “my friend got married!” Okay, hold up, first off can we just enjoy how perfect it is that their friends don’t give a shit. “They got married. Obvs.” As if there was anything else that could have happened??? No. That is soo perfect. I mean makes my gay heart hopeful for the day, my guys. But more than that, Otabek clapping. He ain’t even know these ppl and he is FOR IT.

And Victor, oh him and those “L Words” “no, this is an engagement ring.” Boy I see you. Play that card, baby.

But, still my favorite scene is Yurio and him at the ocean. Yurio kicks him in the back bc he is dramatic (tm) and we see a side of Victor we hadn’t really got to glimpse. “You wanted to compete against me?” Hm… Victor doesn’t mention that often, huh? He uses it at what he thinks is motivation at times but this time we see it as a hurtful remark: you wanted to compete against the best. How many times this whole show we watch this man ignore and walk away the moment it is brought up, the moment it’s brought up about him returning to the ice. TONS. But then? I can only assume it’s because Yurio is insulting Yuuri, and their love. And Daddy Victor is saying: “try me again mfer”

Alright I’ll stop myself from this ted talk.

And leave it as this: “BE MY COACH VICTOR” Half naked Yuuri, dancing with the fkin looooove of his life and Victor, darling, he blushes.

oh ps victor didn’t sleep in that bed once BYEEEEEEEE

[cheemken]

Glad you enjoyed the angst

Anyways,

I imagine the champions get bullied by their Pokémon sometimes

Like Hau bought a Malasada for himself but Decidueye keeps bothering him for some, and Hau is refusing to give him a piece cause, he’s a big bird, a piece isn’t big enough and Hau wants some for himself. So Decidueye does the only logical thing, and spirit shackles Hau to the his chair and walks away with the half eaten Malasada

Even Diantha and Gardevoir being pissed at each other all day for some reason. So when Diantha finally got home from a long day at the Kalos League, Gardevoir gets out her pokeball and just fucking, teleports both her and Diantha back to the League and then teleports herself back home. Leaving Diantha alone

Or imagine if Cynthia is letting her Pokémon run around in the snow and when it’s time to go home they all go into their pokeballs except for Lucario. And like the dog Pokémon it is, starts barking and runs off further in the distance. Completely ignoring Cynthia and making her chase him through the snow

Steven may be rich and definitely bought everything his Pokémon could need and more. But imagine how many bed frames Steven had to buy in his lifetime cause Metagross, despite having a custom made bed made for his size, decided Stevens bed was the best one to sleep on. Bro never moves despite how much Steven pleads with him

And I know for a fact Iris’ Lapras had used sing on her to put her to sleep, so she and the rest of Iris’ Pokémon could raid the snack cupboard. Girly really just told the other Pokémon to leave the room, put Iris to sleep, and then called them back in. Druddigon at least had the decency to carry Iris to her bed

The fucking whiplash from angst to this lmfaoooo😭🤣

But anyways

My guy, Diantha's bit would be my villain origin story I shit you not💀 if my pkmn did that to me I'll start summoning Giratina lmaooo

Lapras tho😭😭 homegirl really just put their trainer to sleep to get snacks what an icon🤣 bet tho she and Haxorus would conspire together, like Haxorus not only making Iris real ass tired during their training, but also telling Lapras to sing during training too so Iris would be drowsy and the others could slowly make their way back to the kitchen to get all the snacks, next thing they know Iris is fast asleep face first on the ground lol

Pfft Hau's and Iris' mons teaming up, Lapras just sings both of them to sleep while the other mons get all their snacks hahaha

Imagine Cynthia just having a leash for Lucario now tho, but that still wasn't enough imagine that doggo still running through the snow dragging Cynthia with him, and Cynthia's there like holding on tight to the leash, just fucking vibing as her body gets dragged through the snow. I'm p fckin sure homegirl ate like, a ton of snow at this point chdmdb hahaha then again w all the ice cream this mfer eats I'm sure she's immune to brain freezes

Imagine w the others tho😭🤣 imagine Charizard having so fed up with Leon not knowing where to go he legit refused to fly Leon anywhere until he finds someone who actually knows where they're going. Like, Leon already seated at Charizard's back but Zard just fucking refuses and lies on top of him, huffing out and staying like that until Leon calls in Sonia or Raihan

W Lance tho, imagine Dragonite wearing Lance's cape bcmdnd idk I always found this cute, cause in my pmd au Lance as a Dragonite kept his cape hahah but like, Dragonite also impersonating Lance when he's wearing the cape tho, it keeps kids entertained hahaha

Milotic and Wallace man I'm sure for a damn fact that fish would roll around the mud to spite Wallace, I just know it, just staring right at Wallace as she rolls around the dirt, if she feels even more petty, she'd throw mud at Wallace too lmfao

Kingambit would poke holes on Geeta's clothes fr, like at the back of her coat or smth, she won't even notice, no one even tells her😭 the kids see this slash across the back of her coat once, Nemona was abt to tell her, Penny shut her up saying let Geeta figure out by herself. Geeta did not in fact figure it out by herself. One of the Gym Leaders finally told her when Geeta was starting to question why people were looking at her weird hahaha

[queermentaldisaster]

Okay I need to talk about this 'villain' who's been featuring in my dreams. This'll all be under the cut because there's a LOT to cover.

I'm gonna call him Hiatus, because whenever he's around...well, I'll explain in a minute.

So he first appeared in a dream I had about going shopping. He took the form of Bucky Barnes? (The movie version) weird, but I figured at first that my brain was just filling in the crowd. But wherever I was in the store, he was there too. I ignored it, until the end of the dream, where the entire store went black, but everyone else continued on like normal. This motherfucker unhinged his jaw and chased after me, until I managed to get out of the store. Then he returned to normal and vanished. I don't remember the second or third time he appeared, but in my most recent dream around like 4:00 (pm, don't get your hopes up for a normal sleep schedule for me) me and my family were getting ice cream. Some random shop that was a fusion of Dippin Dots and Cold Stone. Super weird, but whatever. So my family gets their ice cream, no problems. So while the nice lady is getting my ice cream, the store goes black. I look around, and this motherfucker is using NICK FURY'S form to just aggressively and menacingly stand in the FUCKING CORNER! And he has this ripple effect that goes down his body, and then I see he's wearing one of those black one piece full body suits?

These. Only where his eyes should be, there is like...a cross between Spider-Man's eye lenses and a fly's eyes. It's...weird. Then the ripple effect goes back upwards and he's back to Nick Fury. Then he's gone. So the rest of the dream goes on without another appearance from this motherfucker, until the very end. As I'm heading into the apartment, the world goes black again. I turn around, and there's this freak of nature again. So I turn and bolt. I somehow managed to get into the apartment, and then I woke up. Boom.

Horroresque villain lookin' mfer, cannae get a bloody date.

Anyway.

As you can tell, he targets one person at a time. I happen to be his lucky/unlucky victim. When he appears to try and capture his victim, their world goes on hiatus. Basically, they appear frozen in time to everyone else. Their vision gains the Minecraft blindness effect. Like you can see but you can't. Does that make sense? Hopefully. And like...he can disguse himself as vsrious people, but he always takes masculine forms. Anyway, long ass rant about this bastard over, have a nice day.

[quinloki]

@anon-germany

There was a little old lady who haunted my mom's house. We called her Aunt Jemima, but it was only because of how she dressed. We were pretty sure she was a little old white lady though, but I mean... she was more just kind of like... glowing.

She was very calming though. You'd just kind of see her, freak out for a split second, and then start to go back to sleep. She'd always smile at me and I'd fall right back off to sleep. If my mom hadn't see her too I'da just figured I was dreaming.

Then there was... Hunter? Unther? Gunther? I forget - my ex-husband talked about having two ghosts that followed him. He did preface this with "This will sound completely nuts" when he talked about them at the start of us dating. His friend kind of was there for support during the convo.

Anyway, about 2-3 months later we moved in and I did see this MFer. If he hadn't been like 7'2" and if my ex hadn't been literally right next to me, I would've been Hot Mad that he was fuckin' with me. Anyway, I'd see him off and on and sometimes even when I was just doing chores and stuff.

Saw "ghost" #3 too, and I don't want to sound dramatic, but I don't want to get into those details. If I saw Gunther, I didn't see ghost three, which tracked with the "story" the ex had, but I will say this:

we got divorced and I didn't ever see 2 or 3 ever again.

And yeah, I'm sure there's perfectly logical explanations for all three, and I'm perfectly fine with all-ah-that. I'm not going spend any effort defending it ^^;

The real icing on the cake for me, was that after we divorced I gave the ex a ride somewhere. Back to his mom's house my breaks go out. We're on backstreets, I don't panic, get him home and the fuck out of my car, and I'm mapping in my head the safest way to my dad's. He's like 4 miles away, and I cannot foot a towing bill.

Anyway, ex leaves the car, brakes work.

kept working.

Never broke again.

Motherfucker was CURSED.

My apolocheese in advance for this, but all 50??? 😀 (Excluding any you may have answered already and/or don't feel up to answer)

Feel free to discard this ask entirely, or answer it in portions whenever you have energy. Whatever works for you. ^^ Just don't overwork yourself (ironic ik, coming from the guy who's asking for all 50, but I can't help it <3)

You know what - sure. XD

I'm going to put this below a cut though, cause whew!

who is/are your comfort character(s)? Marco definitely, but I find comfort in a lot of characters, so I should include Kid, Sabo, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Thatch, Penguin and Law in there too.

lighter or matches? Man I love a good zippo, but nothing beats the smell of a match, so I'll have to go with matches

do you leave the window open at night? Not unless I absolutely have to.

which cryptyd being do you believe in? Are ghosts as a general classification close enough? I've seen like three, but I haven't seen any other cryptids.

what color are your eyes? Brown ^_^

why did you do that? Sometimes I do not even know. I let go of a pot the other day for no good damned reason and was just glad it was empty.

hair-ties or scrunchies? Hair-ties. There's no scrunchie in this 'Verse that can contain my hair.

how many water bottles are in your room right now? In my room like my bedroom? Or as in the room I'm in right now? In either case it's zero. I have this spiffy mason jar monstrosity for water and it's down in the kitchen atm.

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? Caffeine, honestly, is what I prefer XD Coffee's crap unless I make it myself so I don't even really register the flavor of it most of time.

would you slaughter the rich? Hm... ... no. I can't say I'd protect or defend them, but my sinful ass isn't going to go around casting judgements on others, no matter if I think they deserve it or not.

favorite extracurricular activity? >.> <.< I mean... I can't really say anything other than sex at this point.

what kind of day is it? A middling Sunday. The sun is pleasant, my cats are napping and look egregiously adorable, but there's still the weight of unemployment on the house, so it's middling.

when was the last time you ate? About 5 minutes or so ago. Rice and veggies.

do you love the smell of earth after it rains? Most certainly ^_^

are you a parent? (all answers qualify) lol not even a little.

can you drive? Better than most. My grandfather taught me with a bag of apples, but I don't really enjoy driving so I don't do it much.

are you farsighted or nearsighted? Whichever it is that needs glasses to see.

what hair products do you use? Cheap ones >.>

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? If you wanted, certainly, but I have bit my nails since I was 8 so my skill at nail painting does not exist ^_^;

do you say soda or pop? Previously answered, but the short answer is soda.

something you’ve kept since childhood? My friend John. We became friends when we were 5 and 6 and I still play D&D with him on the weekends.

what type of person are you? A lucky one.

how do you feel about chilly weather? Previously answered, but I love winter and autumn

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? Probably stargazing. Which I stand by because you're not getting me on a roof when the sun's up.

perfume/body spray or lotion? I... uh... none?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? Like, in my mind? Ah, I licked a guy's nipples for so long he asked me if I was enjoying myself, and instead of saying yes like a boss, I got flustered and it killed the mood. Alas.

about how many hours of sleep did you get? ... 6? I think.

do you wear a mask? When I leave the house, yeah.

how do you like your shower water? Flesh-meltingly hot.

is there dishes in your room? Yes, but only because I just finished eating veggies and rice before I started answering this.

what type of music keeps you grounded? Previously answered, but I really do listen to all of it.

do you have a favorite towel? Nah. I have a favorite spatula though.

the last adventure you’ve been on? My spouse and I went on a 14 day road trip before the pandemic hit and I think between the states and Canada we traveled something like 5,490 miles or so.

is there a song you know every word to by heart? Don't Let It Bring You Down by Annie Lennox

what’s your timezone? East Coast

how many times have you changed your url? 0 - and I don't foresee it happening either.

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? My aforementioned bestie, but also my lil' "brother" who is not really technically my brother, but who has known me since he was 14 and I was 17, and my D&D group has been together for over 10 years now, so that's like 11 or so more people.

a soap bar that smells good? I use cheap liquid soap, sorry ^^;

do you use lip balm? Nope.

did you have any snacks today? Yes, a pear.

how do you take your coffee? Any way I can get it. Black is preferred though.

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? Discord, maybe I imagine.

what’s your take on spicy foods? I am weak, my family is weak, my ancestors were weak, but I will sniffle and cry and sob the entire time because it's fucking delicious

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? Sadly, they suffer more alive than dead, so >.>

can you remember what happened yesterday? Well enough I'm not worried about early on set dementia.

favorite holiday film? I was gonna say Die Hard, but then it made me think of The Last Unicorn and so I'mma go with that.

what was the last message you sent? Cheering on family who did early voting.

when did you first try an alcohol beverage? Supervised - 12 Because no one was there to stop me, 15.

can you skip rocks? I can trip over rocks, but that's about as skillful as I get. ^_^

can i tag you in random stuff? Certainly - I cannot promise I'll always know how to reply, but I actually really appreciate being tagged because I miss stuff easily.

[soleilnomoon]

Soo~o... I can't NOT do this, you know? I'm addicted to your writing (and especially you writing OP boys) and can we ever have enough sweets? Nooo~o. :D Could I... *tweedles thumbs* ask for: frozen yoghurt with marshmallows, a fruit tart on the side, a ginger bread cookie aaand some ice cream cake? With some whipped cream and caramel :D And perhaps with Marco / OP? Or completely random: With Corsa (Alabaster Arc), who I think I've never read anything about? Thank youu!!! <3

hi omg thank you for requesting again ♡��ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ also ty for being patient with my slow slow writing, but i wanted to take my time since this is my first marco fic lmao anyway i hope you have fun reading 🥰️

4.6k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, fluff somewhere in the middle maybe, angst, smut smut smut; reader is a brat and stubborn, marco isn't any better and is a lil mean when he's annoyed; feat. cute stuff like nipple play, spanking, oral (f receiving, m giving), overstimulation, marco's a greedy mfer idk what to tell u if u see any grammatical errors, no u didn't 😌

the sun sits low in the violet sky, kissing the horizon gently, casting a delicate, golden light along the underbelly of the fluffy clouds above with splashes of pinks, oranges, and light purples slowly swirling about. it’s magical, you tell yourself as you watch the sun sink further, a spell from mother nature herself.

it’s a belief you’ve held onto since you were a child, one that you tend to keep to yourself; people love to turn their noses up at strange ideas, and unfortunately, you learned that lesson the hard way many years ago. you drum your fingers along the railing of the balcony, enjoying the way the clouds resemble cotton candy; you reach a hand out as if you can scoop some into your palm, wanting a bit of that magic to help get you through the week.

a bitter wind blows close by, and you shiver, pulling your jacket around you tightly as you look over your shoulder. you absolutely detest winter — the way you can never keep warm enough, the snow is always terribly slippery, making you slide and fall over. you also hate that you’re stuck sharing a room with the incredibly obnoxious, first division commander. with your jaw clenched, you turn back to watch the sunset, determined to absorb as much warmth and magic as you can.

the wind brings a flush over your cheeks, nose, and ears; you should head back inside, find a spot to warm up, and go to sleep — but the idea of sleeping is out of the question.

marco is as insufferable as he is absurd — for being tall and more handsome than necessary, for being so naturally personable and so knowledgeable, for having no qualms about helping those in need, for being gifted with his hands, for teasing you without even trying, for making you flustered every time he’s near you — and you refuse to let him get the best of you.

obviously, he finds the situation laughable — particularly because you are so against it and vocalized said opinion earlier at lunch in front of everyone. you were so damn determined, went to various crew mates to try and trade spots but they all said the same damn thing: what? why? you and the commander get along so well. it’s not that he goes out of his way to get under your skin, but you make it easy enough. maybe he likes seeing you struggle to find a retort; maybe he likes that when you do find one, that you throw it at him with as much strength as you can muster — but without the venom necessary to make it hurt; or maybe he really doesn’t like you at all.

oil and water. that’s what you told him weeks ago. you’ll never be able to see eye-to-eye on anything because you are two completely different people. except, that’s not true at all — you’re both just too stubborn to see it. especially you. still, you’ll never openly admit that, and keep reminding yourself that had you not taken your time earlier, you’d have found a room that wasn’t occupied by him.

“foolish,” you mumble, breath visible from the cold; another annoyance, another thing to deal with. if you stay outside any longer, your fingers will fall off, so you do the sensible thing and return to the room in the hopes of warming up a bit. after being stuck on the winter island for days due to a persistent and heavy snowstorm, the weather finally lifts a bit. you suggested that your crew sail out last night, but marco vetoed the idea stating that there was no harm in staying for a few more nights — much to your annoyance, the rest of the crew cheered for his decision and the inn remained booked to capacity for the duration of the week.

the owners are ecstatic to have such a lively group stay with them — it’s almost hard to believe that you’re all pirates.

the first division commander was given the task of sailing out there to scope out the newest territory under whitebeard’s protection, but what you hadn’t considered was marco personally volunteering you to assist him with making house calls around the village. given the weather and overwhelming volume of patients, marco takes it upon himself to assist the practicing physician make their rounds in the area. it’s easy given that most of the inhabitants of the sleepy village are in relatively good health.

you watched him carefully and tallied all his grave offenses over the course of the week — the way he made the children laugh, the way he took his time explaining things to various patients, the way he’d randomly look over and catch you staring intently, the way he’d snort and try to fight back laughter only to fail miserably and laugh anyway. a thorn that you keep pricking yourself on, and just when you think you’ve reached your limit, he finds a way to push you completely over the edge.

of course, the room he chose only has one bed; on the first night you boldly declare that you refuse to share the bed with him and despite him saying that there’s enough space, stop being silly you still took refuge on the lone chair in the room and placed slept near the desk. he frowned at that, shot you a disparaging look — irritation at your immaturity given the circumstances — but didn’t fight you on it. you don’t remember when or how, but sometime during the night, marco swapped places with you. when you eventually wake up, feeling surprisingly refreshed and body ache free, you find him completely knocked out, asleep at the desk, a medical textbook open in front of him.

guilt seeps into your pores, has you scramble out of bed quickly, feet softly padding on the cold floor, shivering as you drag one of the thick blankets with you so you can drape it over his large body. bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you roll it back and forth in silent contemplation. because you’re not ungrateful, you lean forward and whisper thank you against his skin, lips making contact with his cheek as you leave behind a soft, chaste kiss. he stirs after that, making you leap back, hand pressed to your chest as your heart does the most disrespectful thing — beats rapidly, drowning out your thoughts, making you dizzy. when he doesn’t move again, you hop back into bed and curl onto your side and bury your head underneath the pillow.

when you see him later that day, he doesn’t thank you for sharing the blanket — on the other hand, you don’t think him for giving you the bed, either. his reasoning is because he’s still trying to figure out how best to broach the subject of you kissing him — or, his cheek, rather — and running away after. he considers himself a somewhat patient man, but with how much time he’s given you to get over your stubbornness, he’s not sure how much longer he’ll last at this rate.

your lips haunt him throughout the day, well into the night when you pretend to be asleep while he sits at that same desk, flipping through another book, but not absorbing a damn thing — he wonders why he hasn’t said anything yet, or why you still refuse to look at him, but he knows one of these days you’ll eventually concede. he must be patient, that’s all.

the following night tests your resolve; you make a small barrier with the pillows on the bed, struggling for a few minutes, even after he asks repeatedly if you need any help — but you decline, as you always do — before finishing and designating sides. eyebrow quirked; he looks at you in confusion. “it’s a bit much, don’t you think?” you inhale deeply, remind yourself to be as pleasant as possible and do your best to ignore the way his dark eyes keep you rooted in place.

“no,” you say quietly, but muster more courage to speak louder. “i think it’s an excellent idea. this way we can both lay on the bed without an issue.” you spent most of the day coming up with ideas and this was the best one; marco’s lips curl and he laughs without remorse.

“the problem is, the bed’s too small for that.” he checks the time and grabs his scarf. “i’m going out for a bit,” he says suddenly, “i’ll be back later.” he lingers by the doorway and says, almost as an afterthought, “i suggest you keep brainstorming,” before leaving.

you grab a pillow at random, determined to toss it at his retreating form, but don’t; instead, you flop onto the bed and bury your face in it, letting out a distressed cry out of frustration. no matter what you do, it seems the universe is determined to undermine your plans. maybe you should just stop fighting so much and see where things go, but when you think about the prospect of dropping your guard down around him, your mind spins — makes you lightheaded and impossibly foolish. you realize, belatedly, that the pillow you’re using is the one he used the night before.

it’s only evident because you’d recognize his cologne anywhere — it’s the kind to siphon all of the logic in your body, infiltrates your lungs so that it’s all you can smell and think about — you push the pillow away and roll onto your back, groaning audibly as you stare up at the ceiling. by the time marco gets back, you’re asleep, holding his pillow to your chest. naturally, he tries to pry it out of your arms, but you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for — so he acquiesces and after changing his clothes, climbs into the bed with you. just as he said before, there’s enough room for both of you; but he knows why you keep fighting him, and it’s amusing to see how far you’ll go to keep up the ruse.

again, you’re compromised, as marco’s arm rests around you lazily, his pillow discarded somewhere, and what’s worse is that you were possessed to do the unthinkable last night — cling to his body for warmth. his body temperature runs hotter than normal, so he’s the ideal person for you to share a small space with given the circumstances. however, when you take into consideration that you can barely function when he’s ten feet away let alone right next to you, this is the worst kind of situation to be in. your traitorous body makes it difficult to untangle yourself from his hold, but you succeed only to scoot too close to the edge of the bed and fall off.

“damn it,” you rub your shoulder and when you get off the floor, you see that he’s awake and doing a poor job of concealing his laughter again. a flush forces you to stomp away and angrily head to the bathroom to take a shower in the hopes of cleansing yourself of the indecent scenarios your mind keeps bombarding you with. you’re pretty sure he’s doing it on purpose, riling you up to the point where a single touch from him has you spiraling out of control. no amount of cold water can expunge the remaining heat from your body — the one that found you late last night when your fatigue had you so delusional that you languidly threw your leg around his, hands absently roaming along his exposed skin, your justification being that it was more comfortable to lay like that.

he was more than okay with that reasoning and wasn’t inclined to let you go; not when your body was so soft and pliable, where your breathing slowed to match his. he’d be a fool to disrupt that serenity and, besides, he liked having you to himself — away from the interference of the others.

you do your best to avoid interacting with him as much as possible, scurry off to the room under the guise of taking a nap — where he gives you an unreadable look in response, one that has tiny butterflies flapping around nervously in your stomach, that makes your hands shake, before telling you he’d be back later in the afternoon. nodding seems to be the only thing you’re capable at that moment, shutting the door in his face before lounging on the bed. frustration swells inside of you, splashing around angrily as you berate yourself internally.

there’s no real reason for you to be this difficult with him, but you’re unsure of how to proceed — your feelings are all over the place and you feel like throwing up constantly. if this is what the initial stage of love feels like, you’d rather spend the rest of your life sinking to the bottom of the ocean instead.

it’s ridiculous, though, that he can have you like this without even being remotely affected — to your knowledge, anyway — you bite down on your lip, wondering if maybe you just need to let go a little. you’re so tightly wound; you’ll never survive at the rate you’re going. lounging back on the bed, surrounded by your mini-fortress of pillows — as if that’ll protect you from him somehow — you think about the hard planes of his chest, how your fingers shamelessly traced along the ridges of his muscles, how he let you touch him freely without stopping you. it was confusing, to say the least, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it

it’s partially why you shimmy out of your pants and socks, toss the clothes haphazardly onto the floor, and find that your fingers are on the move again, brazenly slipping underneath the lace of your panties, legs parting to give yourself more access. this is wrong, you tell yourself as you gingerly dip your fingers in between your folds, arousal pooling as you imagine that it’s marco’s fingers touching you instead. and soon it doesn’t feel wrong at all; it’s freezing outside, but you’re burning up. a memory of his hand drifting down your back, of his fingers on your hips gently nudging you out of his way, of his mouth grazing your ear when you froze and didn’t immediately move.

the memory knocks into you repeatedly, battering your willpower, turning you into a sighing, whimpering mess — pitiful as you attempt to chase that similar feeling — once you starts rubbing slow circles on your pussy, hips jerking as you moan softly. while marco intended on taking some time for himself, he also happened to forget something in the room; so, imagine his surprise when he returns only a few minutes later, hand on the door handle as he watches you play with yourself. propriety would have him leave you be, walk it off, return much, much later and never speak of the incident again — but he’s beyond that now. he closes the door behind him, leans against the sturdy wood, eyelids lowering as an irrational whim washes over him.

you’re so into your fantasy that you didn’t hear him enter the room, nor did you hear him lock the door either. your fingers sink into your pussy, thrusting in and out slowly, at first, building momentum as you slide your free hand underneath your shirt to play with your nipples. it was hard enough the past few days dealing with being in the same room with you, which only amplified his agitation — with himself, of course — when he found that his cock was hard enough to incapacitate him last night. it’s only when he hears you call out his name — once, then again and again — that he bites his fist hard enough to draw blood, feeling whatever resolve he’d been desperately clinging onto snap with ease.

so of course, his legs carry him over to you, and of course he climbs onto the bed to swiftly remove your hand from your panties, his hand rough and warm around your wrist, your eyes blinking rapidly when you realize that he’s actually here and isn’t a figment of your imagination. you finally find your voice as shame sits heavily on your chest, making you squirm underneath him.

“don’t give me that look,” he says candidly, eyes drifting lower as they take in the sight of your damp panties and the wetness on your fingers. you should pull your hand away, but you don’t — too absorbed in watching him glide his tongue over your fingers, licking your arousal off, and lighting your entire body on fire. “you’re being selfish, y’know,” he says lightly, tongue clicking softly in his mouth as he looks down at you, while you attempt to form a coherent sentence, “keeping this from me…” he pinches your clit and drags another moan out of you as you buck your hips forward. “what do you have to say for yourself, hm?”

all you can do is open and close your mouth, for fear of telling him something mortifying — to admitting certain truths you keep trying to bury, but marco isn’t having any of that. not today.

“wrong answer,” he says with a sigh, almost as if he feels apologetic for what’s about to come. a different kind of anxiety fills you — mostly excitement that bubbles around inside, knocking your heart around, making it difficult to breathe as he tugs the rest of your clothes off of you. now, you’re quite certain this isn’t a dream, but on the off chance that it is… you hope you never wake up.

marco’s fingers twitch before he cups your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers, his mouth following suit as he licks and sucks on them. you try your best to keep quiet, but it seems that marco’s determined to make you vocal; you fight hard against it, clamp your lips shut tight, moan bouncing around your mouth as you inhale sharply to keep grounded. he chuckles darkly, kneading your breasts, coaxing some soft whining out of you until he bites the curve along your breast. you stifle a loud moan when you press your hand against your mouth, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer as you grind your hips against his. marco sucks his teeth at your insistence but admires your restraint; he trails kisses along your chest, teeth sinking into your skin as he leaves reddish marks behind.

your mind is melting, your body is completely under his spell, and you don’t even know why you’re fighting him this hard, if you’re honest. so, you simply give in — let desire take control for once, in the hopes that you’ll finally purge yourself of his lingering touch once and for all.

when he notices that your shoulders are much more relaxed, he shoots you a haughty grin before licking down the column of your throat, his fingers rubbing your pussy lazily, drawing out soft sighs that quickly morph into moans once he inserts a thick finger inside of you.

“marco,” you pant, eyes flying open again as you look at him, dazed but energized; you lick your lips and he circles his thumb around your clit. “more,” you say, a little breathless from his finger plunging in and out of you quickly — another finger joining the first one almost immediately. “more, please.” you don’t know what you’re asking for exactly, only that you’re slowly descending into a marco-induced-madness that currently has no cure.

“decided to stop being stubborn, huh,” a smug grin takes hold of his face before he kisses you. his lips move against yours with ease, your skin burning as his tongue slips into your mouth. your hips tremble with each thrust of his fingers, his cock pressing against the front of his pants, making it difficult to focus. you slide your hands underneath his shirt — soft and warm, skin smooth as it rubs softly against his abs — admire his hard muscles, and scratch at his chest when you clench around him suddenly, a dangerous flash of heat pooling in between your thighs as you cum unexpectedly.

your hips buck wildly under his hand as he keeps thrusting his fingers in and out of you. it’s impossible, the way you’re currently consuming every part of him — infiltrating the deepest parts of his mind, settling as if you’re intent on staying permanently — he hates how much he wants you and hates the way he doesn’t hate it at all. his teeth tug on your bottom lip, sucking roughly before releasing it with a small pop.

before he can say anything else that’ll piss you off, you tug his shirt off of him; he helps you take off the rest, and gives you a heated look, eyes raking down your body, admiring the bite marks he left behind. a good look, he wants to tell you, but keeps the comment to himself. for now. instead, he lowers himself so he can properly taste you. he runs his tongue flat against your pussy, the sensation making you yelp — you cover your mouth with your hands again, which makes him pull back and slap your pussy.

“don’t cover your mouth,” he says gruffly, mouth lowering as he spreads your folds open, “i want to hear you.”

his voice alone could trigger another orgasm within you, but thankfully he doesn’t say anything else. “but,” you start, swallow hard, hips rolling to push your pussy against his mouth as he eats you out, “w-what if s-someone hears?” you could kick yourself for sounding so timid, but you really don’t want to deal with anyone’s teasing after all of this. marco doesn’t answer right away, and before you can tell him off, he flicks his tongue against your clit and you let out a loud moan.

shameless, absolutely shameless; you don’t even bother feigning innocence, you’re too far gone for all of that right now.

“so what,” he says in between long licks, “let them hear.” it’s not like they’d actually have the guts to ridicule you in front of him. you want to tell him how ridiculous that is, that he can’t possibly mean that. but, when he looks up at you, a devilish glint coasting along his eyes, you decide against it. marco is something short of a man possessed, tongue dipping deeply inside your tight hole, enjoying the way your thighs press against him. pre-cum drips down the head of his stiff cock — he wants to fuck you so badly but is also very invested in ripping another orgasm out of you. there have been one too many nights where he envisioned his mouth on your pussy, devouring you like a man starved.

marco slurps on your pussy loudly, the noise lewd and making you flush all over again. he doesn’t care and likes the sound, committing it all to memory for later. when his mouth latches around your clit, a sinister jolt pulses through you, he holds you as he roughly sucks on your clit.

“fuck, marco, yes,” you words are strained, breath coming out in shallow pants, when you cum for the second time, he laps up your arousal, he taste hypnotizing him. you must’ve lost your mind because when he tells you to get on your hands and knees you don’t argue with him. marco runs a large hand over your ass, enjoying its suppleness, slapping it roughly. you let out a startled cry, nipples painfully hard as you clutch the bedsheets tightly.

“don’t hold back, love,” he says in warning, and you nod weakly before he slaps your ass again, prompting you to say yes repeatedly. “good girl,” he rubs the head of his cock against your glistening folds, a shudder passing through him at the contact. he’s so upset it took both of you so long to get to this point, but he’s glad it happened. and you are too, even though you fully plan on denying this tomorrow — because the idea of admitting that you liked marco so much you couldn’t handle it is too damn embarrassing, even for you.

marco inches his cock inside of you and you push your hips back to take more of him. he hisses and grabs onto your hips, fingers digging into your plush skin, a series of moans tumbling out of your mouths when he snaps his hips forward. he pauses briefly, allows you to adjust to his girth and length, and knocks his hips against yours all over again. his strokes are deadly — broad, hard, filthy — your back arches as you bounce against him, pussy tight and hot around him. not one to lose control of himself without reason, he finds himself unraveling quickly. he grabs your ass as he lifts his hips to angle his cock differently.

by now you’re sure your crew mates have all heard you scream marco’s name, panting as you beg him to fuck you harder, his hand wrapping around your thick hair, yanking you back towards him. he bites your neck as his hips remain close, strokes brutal and fast. you doubt you’ll be able to fuck anyone else after him. his body envelopes yours, sweat trailing down the side of his face, a light sheen coating your forehead and chest. he sucks on your neck recklessly, flicking his tongue at the spot, your hips bucking against him.

he pushes you down onto the bed, pulling out and rolling his hips forward, burying his cock in one go, a deep groan rumbling from deep inside of him. it’s feral, the way his thrusts are frenzied, possessive, tantalizing; a bit of drool trails down your lip, onto your chin as you sob, another orgasm powering through you. he pulls out again, rolls you onto your back, your lips parted — swollen from the way he kissed you earlier — eyelids lowered, a bit of adoration and hunger coasting along your face. there’s no way he can let you go after this; it simply wouldn’t work.

marco plunges his cock back into your puffy, aching cunt, your legs wrapping around him once more, your nails sinking into his skin as you scratch him. his lips are on yours again, tongue caressing yours hotly as he thrusts into you ardently, the orgasm lasting longer than necessary, body trembling from overstimulation. “i know,” he says in between kisses, reassuring you that he’s not that barbaric, “i know, i’ve got you.” something about the way he says that fills your chest with warmth, making you clench around his cock, your soft, plush walls milking him — spoiled and just as greedy, but he has no problems indulging you for something like this.

kissing you fervently, all teeth and tongue — messy, intense, crazed as you tug cling to him, hips rocking against his, pushing him over the edge indefinitely. his cum is thick, hot — even more as he keeps fucking you. later, you’ll tell him that he’s insatiable, an actual monster — but for now, you’re much too preoccupied with the delicious waves of euphoria that take over you. his hips slow but he doesn’t pull out right away, opting to kiss you again — properly, taking his time to map out your lips with his — breathing uneven, body heavy but a welcomed weight over you.

despite all of your theatrical tantrums, you know that a part of the reason why marco fucked you so hard was to tame that side of you. if he knows he was successful, you’ll never hear the end of it. so you don’t say a thing and enjoy the way your body feels light and weightless, a feverish hazes taking over you in the end, your arms wrapping around him, not wanting to let him go anytime soon — which is fine with him, your pussy is top priority on his list of things to do today, anyway.

[omegawolverine]

puts my chin in my hands n kicks my feet behind me. bff do u have any headcanons for craig and those guys, i love the way ur brain interprets these silly paper cutout guys ^_^

yaaaa ofc bestie <3

craig:

-is a movie snob but not in a "this movie needs to be the most well written film Ever" way, he's a snob in a "if this movie isnt so bad my sides hurt from laughing i just wont fucking watch it" way. seed of chucky is peak film to him

-has two left feet but likes to dance <3 his lanky body does not agree with the movement but that wont stop him from bussin it down celibate style or whatever they call it nowadays

-used to build wooden model airplanes and then paint them with tricia (i almost typed ruby somebody take my hands away), most of them are hung in her room but craig kept a few

-this mfer the type to go to college with literally zero plan, decide to take art after being undecided for as long as possible, hate art bc they make him do other types of art besides what he normally does, then drop out or smth along those lines

token:

-the worst excuse for a mom friend but the guys dont care. he can't cook. he will send them a text just saying "go bed" at like 10pm before immediately going to bed himself and not bothering to see if any of them actually Plan To Sleep. carries around bandaids but will not give them out unless they are deserved (you fell jumping off the swing? dont jump of the swing next time, bitch. no bandaid for u). literally only the mom friend bc nobody else could fill the role

-white chicks is unironically his favorite movie, right next to the medea halloween movie (incase yall forgot token canonically likes tyler perry movies. i cannot blame him. they suck so bad they're good)

-he dresses like a 60 year old dad going fishing or like he is going to the most important meeting of his life, no inbetween

-wants to learn an instrument really bad but has sucked at every single one he's tried so far, not to mention he cant read sheet music for shit.

-is the only one in his class who can write in cursive but he only learned bc both his parents wrote in cursive and he got tired of not being able to be nosey when he found notes around the house. turns out they were mostly grocery lists and appointment reminders.

clyde:

-he/they user

-^ goes thru a gender identify crisis in the 10th grade before goin nah. just a dude who likes they/them pronouns sometimes.

-is on the football team all throughout high school but only bc they need more players. everyone knows he sucks at the game. he does not gain any sort of popularity from being on the team, but he stays so he has an excuse to get out of the house more 🤷‍♀️

-dylexic AND dyscalcic. double whammy! with a side of adhd <3

-is craigs certified dance partner whenever the dude starts jamming. craig will just drag him out to the middle of the room and make him lead in a shitty foxtrot.

-speaking of craig, the height difference between them is crazy. craig gets tall, ofc, but clyde is just kinda. at his chest. face in boobies. it's like u got the absolutely twig of a man at 6'4" and then there's his bestie at 5'6", dragging him around by their linked arms.

tweek:

-despite the whole meth thing, regular coffee is actually apart of his enrichment. it's like the adhd meds he never got, without the extra upper of doing way too much meth on a day to day basis! is a fan of the starbucks iced carmel frappes.

-likes to cook when he is overwhelmed but cooking for him means being up and moving the entire time otherwise he will start to overthink again. he cant do none of that oven cook shit. give him a meal that requires a lot of prep work and watching the stove so he will be busy for a good hour and suddenly it's like he was never upset to begin with.

-an alt baby <3 screamo calms him

-^ wants to take the guys to a concert but clyde "has never listened to something not in the top 40s" donovan and craig "nearly died in the pit at a local punk gig that kenny dragged him to" tucker are against this idea.

jimmy:

-him 🤝 craig

shitty scifi movies

-^ anything with bad aliens in it will become his new obsession for like 4 months and everyone will have to hear about it. hyperfixation go brrr or whatever

-hates scripting sets for the life of him. like. will just write down jokes and hope he remembers bc he cannot be fucked to actually attempt to stick with his own plans

-speaking of scripts, he enjoys a bit of acting but, again, cannot be fucked with scripts. he hates memorizing and feels like it sounds more. well. scripted, when he actually memorizes lines, rather than just getting the jist of his lines and how his character acts and improving it. this technique has mixed results and, obviously, does not go over well with other people he is supposed to be acting with

-^ that being said he is a hit in improv classes ofc

-becomes a big fan of photography sometime in high school, is the resident phototaker both of the group and the grade. if people are posting a candid group photo, it's probably from him

[shanie-the-toyaddict]

I would like to hear your Zowens headcanons and I will in turn share a few of mine with you.

WHEEEEEE

Ok, so I posted a list a couple weeks back that contained most of mine but I have added a few more in here in the meantime.

So, combined from that list and the new one, here goes...

Headcanons behind cut.

it’s a fine line between love and hate and they’ve been tap dancing on that line for so long it’s been trampled to oblivion

Kevin likes to think he doesn't need Sami in his life and that he would be just fine without him. He especially likes to forcefully repress all memories of the time between Sami's call-up and his own when he was proven painfully wrong.

Sami is loyal to a bloody fault and it’s why he keeps coming back for more.

Kevin is a huge grump. He has always been a grump and he will always be a grump even when he's trying to be nice. The only time he isn’t a grump is when Sami manages to chip away at his shell long enough to let Kev’s heart pour out and, when it does, it only pours out onto Sami.

The exception to this rule is when his heart is pouring out about Sami which is what led to heartfelt promos about missing his best friend and regretting his life choices.

As mithen put it, “Unbridled Obsession”. Fight Forever is in reference to exclusively THEM. Nobody else has or will ever matter.

The sheer magnitude of cosmic OOMPH surrounding them… I once described them as “A yin and yang yo-yo, spinning around each other endlessly while oscillating back and forth between friend and foe and being controlled by the red string of fate.”

Kevin struggles endlessly with his feelings about Sami. His brain and his heart can never seem to agree on where they stand but, in the end, his heart always wins be it for better or worse.

Meanwhile, Sami figured this shit out ages ago and lives in eternal wait for his better half to get it together. This is, again, why he always comes back.

The reason Sami has it figured out was because, despite his better judgement, he fell in love with Kevin almost immediately and decided he would wait as long as it took for Kevin to come around. He's still waiting and, even with his recent turn for the crazy, there's a part of him that he's tried so damn hard to destroy (and failed) that's still waiting.

However, despite figuring out his own feelings and wanting Kevin to reciprocate, Sami is damn near clueless when it comes to receiving the signals from Kevin about it. When the day comes that Sami figures out that Kevin does indeed love him back it will have involved a bullhorn, three billboards, half a dozen hallmark cards, a shouting match, bite marks, a punch in the face, copious amounts of aggressive kissing, and possibly a marriage proposal.

If cheap motel rooms had mouths, our guys would have filed a TON of NDAs by this point. What happens on the road, stays on the road.

That said, if said walls did have mouths and word got out, both Sami and Kevin would claim it meant nothing and was just a product of too much free testosterone and adrenaline in a small space (with only one bed).

They would both be lying.

You always hurt the one you love. [gestures at that recent backstage photograph of Sami’s back]

“I Love You” has no meaning at this point. They’ve said it so many times it’s just part of the script. “J'taime” on the other hand...

The aggressive cheek kissing was a compromise with Vince that replaced Kevin's desired lip locking. Little does Vince know that lip locking is second on their list of "romantic gestures" and that touching foreheads is infinitely more intimate to them.

On a related note, It’s not biting it’s a possessive kiss with teeth and it's number three on the list.

Kevin, for all his grumpiness, looks like an angel while he sleeps.

Sami, meanwhile, looks like an idiot and Kevin finds it both endearing and hilarious and has a ton of photos on his phone which he’s assured Sami he’s deleted (but hasn’t).

The shared selfies we've seen of Happy!Keven and Confused!Sami are just a small sample of the ones he's taken. It's one of Kevin's favorite pastimes to snap photos of Sami off guard and it pisses Sami off to no end. (Kevin doesn't care, he still has them all saved multiple places on his phone and cloud storage, to prevent Sami from breaking into his phone and deleting them.)

Speaking of breaking into phones, they've both given up on device security between the two of them. It doesn't matter what they change their passwords or swipe-locks to, they know each other too damn well for it to work. They've just come to an agreement to respect each others stuff as much as possible.

"As much as possible" does not include refraining from going on each other's social media accounts and going on blocking sprees.

Kevin did indeed stun L*gan P*ul because he hurt Sami and would do so again a million times if he had the chance. Nobody does that to Sami Zayn.

Nobody except Kevin Owens, of course.

Both men have foul mouths but for Kevin, it’s just words. He weaves cuss words in and out of his sentences like friggin punctuation marks. The only time they mean anything is when he gets into the sacre.

Sami, meanwhile, tends to go more for exclamations. He doesn’t pepper his speech with swearwords but, when he’s excited, he’ll go for the biguns in a heartbeat (see his MFER cry over his IC Title Win)

Sami has a penchant for petnames and nicknames. He's been known to full-name Kevin when he's pissed and when he is most angry, he doesn't bother using a name at all. Meanwhile, When Kevin is feeling kind towards Sami, he has a similar thing going on but it usually just involves spewing insults (that may or may not be meant affectionately).

Re: Above - “Idiot (affectionate)”, “Shithead (romantic)”, “Dumbass (soulmate)” and so on.

Kevin Owens has learned to appreciate a good Gyro for the sole purpose that it’s about the only thing he can stand on the menu of the Greek Cafés Sami always used to drag him too.

Kevin is a burger addict. One of the easiest ways to gain his affection is gifting him with a perfectly cooked bacon cheesburger.

One time, one dark, DARK day, he let Sami get the food from the burger joint. He was horrified to discover (immediately, upon the first bite) that Sami had gotten him an impossible burger to try and convince him they tasted the same. Kevin was not happy at ALL and Sami was forced to clean up the mess in the car while Kevin went and got a real cheesburger.

One of the biggest reasons they have remained close for so long is that, long ago, they both decided that the car radio remains OFF. Anything else leads to screaming matches and possibly auto accidents.

If those ridiculous Hallmark movies my mom watches are correct and there is such a thing as a Godwink, then the Montreal Screwjob was God winking so damn hard he nearly blinded himself in one eye.

Kevin secretly loves both Sami’s long hair and his dancing but the world will end before he ever admits either.

Similarly, Sami finds it adorable how Kevin's beard is starting to turn grey but knows better than to say word one about it.

Both men are bi but Kevin is way, WAY more bi than Sami. Like, Sami is straight with a side of Kevinsexual. Kevin is much more… open in his attractions; his heart belongs to Sami but he has never been afraid to mess around with other men as well.

Due to Sami's otherwise straight nature, he's managed to do a really good job lately of convincing himself that he never cared about Kevin in the first place and that his hatred is well placed... you know, like a liar.

Kevin Owens Steen is too violent for his own good. Violence is his primary means of communication and it's how he expresses himself in all things. This is a big reason that he is so hurtful towards Sami, even when he is trying to help him. He doesn't know anything else. There is a reason so many of his kisses come with teeth (as mentioned above).

This is also why... um... er... in the times where they did hook up, Kevin was the one in control. He would never willingly let Sami pin him in the ring why the hell would he let Sami pin him... uh... elsewhere.

That said, if there were anyone who Kevin would be open to a change in position with, it would be Sami. As long as Sami knows full well who's driving the car, Kevin's up for relinquishing control of the radio for a night.

Overall, Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn are both the best and worst things to happen to each other. The best because, for better or for worse, they drive each other to put their all in everything. They bring out the star in each other time and time again and neither one of them would have ever made it to the stage without the other.

They are the worst thing to happen to each other because... well, have you MET them? Enough said.

Sorry this list is so long. I have a ton of thoughts about these two and if I don't wrap this up now, the list will only get longer.

[partyinthemysterymachine]

snow is required for my mental health and I GOT TO SIT OUT IN SOME SNOWFALL TODAY :3c and the plows HADN’T EVEN ARRIVED YET :3c!!!!!!!!

.. unFORTUNATELY this place is a FUN KILLER and the sun is coming out and tomorrow it’ll be ice rain and the rest of the week says sun with clouds and mfer i am TIRED of seeing you, sun, and experiencing rain, this is AB-SURD and i’m writing the hugest and angriest letter to absolutely every disgusting CEO as well as a “have a merry aliven’t” if only i could get a christmas wish

also i had a horrible. HORRIBLE night sleeping two nights ago and so last night i was visited by a sleep paralysis demon scratching and “tickling” the back of my neck bc i was on my side BUT also JOKES ON YOU SUCKERS!!! i wear a beanie over my eyes + sleep mask so sleep paralysis demons make due

however i was super tired and didn’t want their shit so i said aloud, “please stop i want to sleep” 

and LMAO it didn’t happen again; and funny thing is, like a few months ago, i close my door to my bedroom (can you tell i’m very salty about light happening) and i was startled awake by three knocks on the door.

the first time it happened i’m like aw shit i gotta go out there and be a horror movie protag and Inspect The Noise bc i have to pee anyway :\ and naturally no one was out there so ok i’m safe another night i guess

next night(?? time is an illusion) it happened AGAIN, three knocks on my bedroom door 

so i say aloud, “no thank you” and it hasn’t happened again thank u sleep paralysis demons i appreciate that very much

and then last night i had a dream about actually fighting sleep paralysis demons with other people and their demons so that was actually pretty funny aldkfhaiog

fuckin. meds acting up again playing Judas like for no reason the 200mg will suddenly get me fucked up and dizzy and seein the world “lagging” i guess and pls don’t move ur head too fast.. fuckin’.. don’t hve any problems with the 200mg and then it’s like a-HA! >:) dare you be so comfortable and let your guard down??? and i’m like :) yeah i guess so, fucker. what a dickhead. meds = great; when they pull that Judas shit, i s2g, (not that it’s too much of a problem lmao just fuckin annoying for a few hours)

anyway so that’s the gist that’s the know-how and the what-now? that’s the when in the olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking, but now god knows--

anything goes!

[catboyminato]

minato brain rot things that god told me is true

horrible driver. absolutely terrible. probably runs over someone at some point but doesn’t stop bc oh just another pothole

iced coffee and cuffed jeans I literally don’t make the rules

“bitch corvette corvette” he says as he drives you to Starbucks, you fear for your life.

has a skincare routine and surprisingly good at makeup

once again telling u never to get into a car with him he can go from sobbing to a lana del ray song to screaming an *NSYNC song ❤️

cannot cook. don’t let him into the kitchen unless u want something to be set on fire. mfer probably burned a pop tart at one point

confused all the time or either knows everybody there is no in between

knows all the tea 🥱

god came to me in a dream and told me he makes thristraps and i am just a simple messenger

y’all gon tell me he does all those flips n shit in a maid outfit that mfer KNOWS what he’s doing 😭

his video: 👯🥵😳

his caption: rawr or sumn

his comments: andhWHSJABwehwj yeah rail me please ‼️

i will die on the hill that minato has an obsession with eyeliner

“no u don’t understand...I’m OBSESSED”

playlists are his love language

junpei tries to make a thirstrap and all the comments are asking for the blue haired dudes @ in the background 💀

a fashion icon. harry styles could never 🥱 timothee chalemet wishes he could be him 😌

broke af. threatens to start an only fans every other minute

he’s dumb 😭 literally no common sense like he canonically fell once and didn’t get back up bc it was so embarrassing so he layed there 😭

is either “i can’t believe I’m so perfect u all wish u were me” or “stop perceiving me or ill jump off a bridge” it’s a game of chance 😁

expresses his emotions throught shittily edited Facebook memes (death doesn’t scare me but my therapy appointment at 1:30 today do 🔥🙄🙄💯💯💯💯🙄🙄🔥)

goes to Waffle House with the juniors at 3 am

offers Wendy’s to Mitsuru when her dad died. she proceeded to break down. don’t ask him why he was trying his best ok 😭

pheobe bridgers stan

Harry styles stan

one direction stan

arctic monkeys stan

considers spy kids as art and he’s right

he’s a history nerd I literally don’t make the rules that’s just facts

“damn im happy for u. or sad idk I’m not reading all that”

helps the girls with their makeup bc i said so 😐🔪

BYE he has so many playlists 😭 literally sending them in the gc every 10 seconds

“will u watch twilight with me”

twilight is his comfort movie i can feel it in my bones

Mitsuru is so fucking confused like how is this the mfer who is top of his class and can be a leader and at the same time trip over absolutely nothing and refuse to get up and waits for the earth to reclaim him

tries to be a top in that relationship 💔💔 mitsuru does not allow him too 💀

bottom bitch 💀

no im so deadass when i say he takes her to Olive Garden and Mitsuru tips like some crazy money and he’s worked waitering and is like “no yeah that’s the usual amount” 😭

did i mention he’s a pheobe bridgers stan

punk,,,,,punk star minato,,,,,

indie boy minato 😳

if he goes music career choice he blows up bc of his kyoto cover god said so himself

a housewife.

ah yes mitsumina, the girl boss and the male wife

minato “if there is a car pope...does that mean there’s a car Jesus” arisato

Mitsuru “please go to sleep. i am begging you.” Kirijo

sweater weather

“can i,,,,can i do ure makeup 😳👉👈”

they say yes ofc they’re not heathens

what’s he thinkng u wonder

he’s thinking abt his gf duh 🥱‼️

bye probably runs a tea account with yukari 💀

eboy

twink

kendo is cool but what if he did,,,,swim 😳

stupid neighborhood stan I hate him so much