#you’re never gonna get there if you keep fucking around and shirking responsibility for anything and everything

[bubblegumbeyotch]

furious lol!!! unmitigated rage overflowing in me!!

[wasabito]

hate to love you | dabi x reader

18+, minors dni please! 

wordcount: 2.4k

tags: smut, rough(ish) sex, fingering, slight choking, Dabi’s lowkey manipulative

synopsis: did your traitorous heart make the stupid decision to fall in love with him again, or had you always been his to keep?

“You seriously can’t keep coming here whenever you feel like it, Dabi,” you whisper while scrubbing at your weary eyelids, “If someone sees you, you’re gonna get me in a lot of trouble.”

A true statement and yet it takes no further prodding or convincing at all for you to crack open your window at three in the morning, and allow your ex to clamber through the fire escape. There are sirens blaring in the distance; the high-pitched wailing of fire trucks are a familiar sound, especially in this part of the city. You’ve told yourself that intrusions like these are exactly what you deserve for not cutting him off like the cancerous leech that he is.

Willpower alone can’t keep you from wrinkling your nose, considering how his clothes smell of ash under a faint layer of nicotine. It tells a far better story of his recent crime than anything he could ever say out of his mouth. These days you don’t bother asking. There isn't much of a point in doing so when all you are sure to receive is another sugar-coated lie.

“Don’t be like that, doll face,” he smirks. “I’ve gotta lot more tact than you’re giving me credit for. ”

Terrible, you think. And shameless too. Yes, Dabi is undoubtedly these things, but for all of his depravity and lack of care, you still can’t find it in yourself to turn him away.

He cracks a little smile at you, like he’s read your very thoughts. “What? You don’t trust me anymore?”

You don’t respond, and simply climb back into bed, pointedly ignoring the dark stain of blood on his coat. He may have your heart, but your trust is something you vow to never let him have again. With classes resuming for the semester, you are far too preoccupied with internships and scholarship applications to entertain an ex-boyfriend slash wanted criminal, especially one recently associated with The League of Villains.

It had been different back when he was just some nameless petty criminal, but these days his face was plastered all over the news. That wasn’t the kind of person you ever foresaw yourself getting involved with and yet here you are.

You hear the rustling of clothes and figure he’s probably going to steal one of your oversized hoodies again, all the while leaving his bunched up coat in the laundry bin for you to take care of later. It would give him all the more reason to return to your apartment under false pretenses.

Over the past few months you’ve learned to anticipate his tricks, it’s the only way you can keep yourself from living the rest of your days behind bars. Aiding and abetting is what this is… if you were to ever be caught, you’d have to say he forced you. That you had no choice. That you feared for your life.

“You seriously mad at me or what?” He drawls. The thud of his heavy boots echo through the room, but a quick glance over your shoulder tells you that he’s merely taken them off. Dabi pins you with a stare, brows quirked like he’s genuinely confused, if not mildly annoyed, but that doesn’t shake you. You only freeze when you feel the mattress dip under the weight of his knee.

The warmth of his breath ghosts your cheek as he says, “Scoot over.”

Is he serious right now? Why should you let him back into your bed after all he’s put you through?

“No.” you turn away, “Just take whatever it is you need and leave.”

There is silence for a few seconds but you know he hasn’t moved yet, not even an inch.

“C’mon, angel,” he pokes your side playfully, gazing unwaveringly at you from under his hooded eyelids. “I’ll be out of your hair before you even wake up.”

Chewing your lip, you heave out a sigh, and shift forward to make enough room for him to join you. No matter what you’ve said in the past, he’s always been the one in control. You feel like such an idiot, merely posturing while Dabi holds the reins.

He slides in behind you, pressing his body against yours; his arms looping around your waist in a way that is so familiar a pleasant hum nearly falls from your lips. You realize belatedly that he’s shirtless and the fabric of your tank top is far too thin to block the feel of hard sinew and muscle pressed so nicely against your back. Your shaky resolve crumbles to ruin in the presence of his blue flames.

Dabi continues to chat you up, regardless of your lack of response. You’re surprised. He isn’t usually so talkative, but apparently outmaneuvering the cops and getting away scot-free has a way of raising one's spirits.

Your body is slotted against his like a puzzle piece, like you are made for one another. Mid conversation his warm hands palm the fleshy skin of your stomach, giving you a soft caress. So caught up in the feel of it, you almost miss his next words.

“—missed you.”

Your thoughts stutter. For the briefest of moments, you think the words have come from you, but they surely haven’t.

Dabi presses a light kiss to your neck, as if to show that he means it—that in the month spent apart, he had missed you more than anything. And you can't help but shiver; you blame the staples on his chin that are cold in contrast to the heat from his mouth.

His kisses become firmer, and more intentional as he lures you into a feeling of contentment. Your body remembers him oh so well—and it wants what it clearly shouldn’t have.

“We aren’t together anymore, Dabi,” you rasp, “We shouldn’t even be doing this.”

And why not, a tiny voice chimes in the back of your head.

There are several, logically sound, and pragmatic reasons as to why you shouldn’t let Dabi fuck you into next week. It’s a shame, really, you’re far too tired, far too bewitched by this man to really sum up the effort to name them. Not even for your own sake.

“Just a quickie,” he mutters, lips brushing the shell of your ear. One of Dabi’s hands dip between your thighs and he knows he’s won when you part them without thought.

He squeezes the fat of your thigh like he’s done so many times in the past, fingers digging deliciously into your skin. “Mine.”

His fingers encourage you to loosen up a little, as he grinds his clothed dick against your ass.

The trail of kisses start from your shoulder and lead up to your jaw. All the while, Dabi keeps his other arm around your waist to hold you close. He sinks blunt teeth into the crook of your neck, licking languidly at the crescent shape left behind. He continues to nip and suck on the skin there until your heady moans leave you breathless and whiny. But none of it is enough to get your attention off the way he prods you with his index and middle finger through your shorts.

“You sound so sexy, baby.” he chuckles, “You gonna make more of those pretty sounds for me, hm?”

You don’t have an answer, simply put, you can’t think of anything else right now, other than the hand slipping past your panties, rubbing slow circles against the hood of your clit.

“Da-Dabi, please... more,”

At the sound of your wanton voice, Dabi sinks two fingers into you, thrusting his long digits, and coaxing you until you’ve soaked them with your juices. In response, you grind down against his hand, thighs clenching. He hits you with a series of slow pumps each time his wrists twist. You reach forward and grip his hand, wanting nothing more but for him to curl his fingers and hit the sweet spot.

“I know, babe, I know.” He murmurs, kissing your neck, but instead of continuing, Dabi pulls out you. He shifts until he’s quite literally looming over your form.

Though the room is mostly dark, the street lamp outside your window casts a slant beam of orange light into the bedroom. It’s more than enough for you to see Dabi’s grin, and the way his lips pull back to reveal a row of perfect teeth.

He’s handsome, even with the scars, and damaged skin. You could even argue that Dabi is increasingly more handsome because of them.

“You’re lookin’ at me pretty funny,” he says while straddling your hips. “Got something to say?”

You’ve been more silent than usual during this entire exchange, barely saying more than a few whispered pleas for more, but the heat in your belly grows. Heart pounding and tongue dry, you somehow manage to maintain eye contact.

Dabi was your first. The first person to make you feel wanted and alive. The first to bring you to the precipice of mind-boggling pleasure until you were quite literally seeing stars. It’s true that he was an asshole, and it’s true that this new route he’s taken scares you more than anything. But when you look at him, your heart insists that this is still the same man you had fallen for.

“Handsome.” You mumble, averting your eyes. “I was just thinking… about how handsome you are.”

At that admission, you take his fingers, the same he’d just fingered you with, into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, sucking lightly. Dabi shudders. His blue eyes seem to glow with want and... something else that you can’t describe, but it’s tender and unguarded.

Dabi pulls his fingers from your mouth, replacing them his own. His lips shift against yours, tongue prodding until you open up. Looping your arms around his neck, you pull him flush against your chest, dragging him into your orbit. You aren’t certain when he had become the very moon on its axis, keeping the tides and seasons of your earth in perfect rhythm, but you do know that the emptiness you feel without him isn’t normal.

Fumbling hands follow the shirking of jeans. At some point your thin little top is pulled off and tossed into a corner. And soon enough, he’s pressing himself into you. The tip of his cock is just barely past your folds before you’re taking him in.

“Fuck!” Dabi braces a hand on your pillow. The other rests on your throat with a slight pressure, enough to make your walls clench around him.

It’s been a while for your ex; you can tell by the way he keeps his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. It shouldn’t surprise you, but it does anyway, because you’d thought he would have moved on to someone else by now.

Dabi’s brows are pinched, and he’s being rougher than usual, still you get the sense that he’s savoring this. Like it’s his last meal. Like he may not ever get a chance like this again. It’s ridiculous for you to lament the final nail in the coffin of your relationship with Dabi, especially considering all the shit he’s caught up in now.

But, unfortunately, your heart operates on a separate plane from the rest of you.

It wants what it wants.

His hips snap forward, knocking into yours in a rapid pace that has tension knotting in your gut. You wrap your legs around his hips, high off the feeling of him so deep in you. The drag of his cock in your pussy has your toes curling. The pleasure is so much you can barely think. His groans and your choked back whimpers fill the room. You even attempt to bite into the back of your hand, just to keep them at bay, but Dabi isn’t having any of that.

“Don’t you dare hold back. I wanna hear you tell me how good I make you feel.”

The look in his eyes is so fervent and heated and feral, it sends a shock of pleasure straight to your core. Your thighs are coated in your own slick enough for him to slip in and out with ease. He smirks, licking his thumb and pressing it against your clit, eager to get you off. Your hips jerk in response to the way he’s rubbing and fucking you all at once.

“Dabi,” you cry out. “Yes!”

Sweat licks at your brow causing the little fine hairs around your hairline to stick to your skin.

Dabi presses his face right into your neck, and with each throaty groan that escapes his lips, you feel your gut twist with yearning. You reach up and grip his hair, causing him to groan even louder as he fucks you into oblivion.

“You feel so fucking good, angel, goddamn you’re gripping me so damn tight, fuck—” his babbling continues and you know he’s getting close. Dabi knows it too, so he slows down enough for him to reach around his back and grasp your ankles from around his waist. “You want me to fuck you harder? Hm?”

“Please—I want you so bad.”  You’re almost there, you just need a little bit more. Hearing you say those words makes Dabi chuckle.

He parts your thighs as far they can go, pinning them to the mattress. You hadn't thought it possible, but in this new position he sheathes himself even deeper than before, so much so, that your pussy milks him for all he has, walls spasming uncontrollably around his cock. The cry that falls from your mouth is smothered by a pair of lips.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train and soon Dabi’s hips are stuttering against your own. He pulls out quickly, cumming all over your stomach, with a growl and a stroke of his hand.

For a moment the room is silent, save for your harsh breathing. Dabi collapses at your side, all fucked out and sweaty. His eyes never leave yours, even as he battles with fatigue.

As for you, the ache between your legs is a pleasant one you don’t bother complaining about as you clean yourself in the bathroom.

Upon return, you find that Dabi is sitting up in bed with a contemplative look on his face. You don’t ask what he’s thinking, instead you pull him into your arms and allow his head to rest against your chest.

If this is your last official night together, you’d rather spend it in his arms than alone.

🖤

[simping-for-fives]

For the headcannon list pregnancy with the clone babes. I’m feeling really domestic being stuck at home, please and thanks!

Tumblr has been BROODY recently (me included). 

These aren’t gonna be super long. I’m gonna do a little on each clone instead. All these scenarios are accidental pregnancy.

So sorry to Jesse and Hardcase stans but I didn’t do one for them because I got somewhere to be and I can’t save drafts for asks on stupid fucking desktop. 

Rex 

When you first tell him he’s at a loss for words at first. He’s overwhelmed. Both with worry that someone might find out and with unexpected joy. (unexpected for him. He didn’t think he would feel like that)

I’ve got this image in my head that after you’ve gotten Rex to feel less overwhelmed he’d let out a shaky sigh, his eyes would be watering, and he’d just put his hand over yours. 

Yk how he kept that squad pic of him, Cody, Fives, and Echo? Well he’d definitely keep pics from each scan on him. 

Every time he sees your bump, he can’t help but marvel at the fact that a life is growing in there. A life you both created. 

Cody

He says all the right things. But he’s worried though. It’s not proper for a Marshal Commander to have a secret child. Despite that he’s actually the one comforting you. 

It’s not uncommon for men not to feel connected to their baby until it’s actually born. And Cody is like this. He loves you, and he knows he will love the baby but he can’t connect to it like you have. 

Cody is a man that never shirks his responsibility so it would really fucking irk him that he had to keep this secret. More so when the baby is actually born. He would feel like he wasn’t fulfilling his duty to you and the child. 

Likes to keep his hand on your bump when he’s sitting next to you. 

Wolffe

Not sure what to feel at first. His reaction actually worries you a little. He’s very quiet and his face gives nothing away. After a few minutes he speaks and says in a neutral tone that you’ll get through it together. 

It’s not that he’s upset that you’re pregnant. He just doesn’t know how to handle it. 

After the first scan his attitude changes. Wolffe allows himself to feel more attached to the baby. 

In the latter end of pregnancy Wolffe is very protective (Wolves and their pups AM I RIGHT?). You ain’t lifting shit with him around. 

Fives 

First reaction is to ask if you’re playing a prank on him. You assure him you’re not and a huge grin breaks out on his face. 

Fives knows his self worth (which is not as common as it should be amongst the clones) so he knows that despite the fact that he grew up without a traditional father/mother figure, that he would do everything in his power to be a good dad. 

Kisses the bump A LOT.

In his mind, the pregnancy reinforces his statement that he isn’t just a number. (Umbara ref eyy)

Echo

You’re both reassuring each other. Discussing all your options. Thinking about this logically. Until you see Echo getting teary. And then you get teary. (Cry together sweeties)

It goes against all the rules and regulations. He panics about it from time to time but despite all that he can’t help but feel happy. 

Looking forward to being a dad SO MUCH. 

Has read a lot about pregnancy and could probably deliver the baby without assistance if he was forced to, he’s that fucking well prepared.

Kix

Genuinely shook. You and him took every precaution to avoid getting pregnant and yet here you were telling him that you were. Of course no contraceptive method is 100% effective. 

Even though he’s a medic, maternal health isn’t his forte (he’s a medic for an army of men. Maternal health isn’t at the top of the teaching list on Kamino). But he’s will definitely go out of his way to read up on pregnancy and how to have the healthiest pregnancy possible. 

Actually very calm about it. Can calm you down when you’re panicking about anything baby related.

Is VERY attentive in the during the final few months. 

[remywrites5]

May I please have some spideypool banter? Love your writing so much!

Happy New Year! 

***

           Peter sat on top of a high building with his legs dangling over the edge. He had a clear view of Time’s Square without being in the thick of it. He knew there were a few discount Spider-mans in the crowd, posing to selfies with tourists who are out celebrating New Year’s Eve. He probably could have gone down and made some money, charging five bucks a pop to get a picture with him. But as a New Yorker he knew better than to be in Time’s Square on New Year’s.

           Still, he couldn’t be at home with his Aunt for the holiday. Chances were there would be at least some drunk drivers, maybe a few unruly drunks, or even some small crimes that Peter would be able to help with. Sitting at home with his Aunt watching Holiday Inn would just make him a ball of anxiety and guilt that he was shirking his duties as Spider-man. It didn’t mean he liked leaving his Aunt to ring in the New Year by herself but she’d understood he had responsibilities.

           Peter heard some grunting from behind him and turned to see the tip of a red mask pop up over the side of the building. A few moments later the rest of Deadpool appeared as he hoisted himself up, tumbling gracelessly over to side and ending up sprawled on his back looking up at the sky.

           Peter walked over and put himself in Wade’s field of vision. “Need a hand?”

           “Is that an invitation for some sweet jerking it action, baby?” Wade asked, his mask stretching as he grinned. “Because the answer is always yes. Full consent from good old DP for the rest of time. Even if your ass did end up sagging I would still tap it on the reg.”

           Peter shook his head. “Charming as usual, I see.”

           “I just scaled a building for you, Spidey, doesn’t that win me any brownie points?” Wade asked, sitting up and turning to face Peter. Peter figured lying on katanas couldn’t be comfortable even with them being sheathed.

           Peter huffed out a breath.  Wade was always flirting with him when they encountered each other. And while it was easy to pretend he wasn’t affected by it, the truth was Peter was often grateful that he could hide behind his mask. The last thing he needed was Wade knowing just how often he made Peter blush. “It would have meant more if you’d done so with actual brownies,” he quipped, crouching down by Wade but still resolutely on his guard. Even though Wade had never hurt him in the past or even attempted to hurt him, Peter knew the Merc was dangerous if he wanted to be.

           “Wait!” Wade said, rummaging through his pouches. “I think I’ve got a Twix bar in on of these.”

           Peter raised an eyebrow even though he knew Wade couldn’t see it. “Is it fun sized?”

           “Yeah, baby, just like you!”

           Peter couldn’t help smiling as Wade pushed the candy bar into his hands. “I’m not fun sized. You’re just massive.”

           “Oh, you noticed that, huh?” Wade asked, leaning in towards Peter. “I work out.”

           Peter tried to stifle his laughter but it came out anyway. “You’re ridiculous,” he said, wondering why he said it so fondly. Maybe Deadpool was growing on him. The Merc had taken up permanent residence almost six months ago in New York, causing havoc and showing up whenever Peter was on patrol. Peter had left the Merc webbed up to more than a few buildings even though he knew Wade could get out of it with his katanas. Wade had called it foreplay on more than one occasion, making Peter go bright red under his mask with the implications of it.

           Peter rolled his mask up to under his nose and took a bit of the Twix. “Are you a right Twix or left Twix person?” he asked as he chewed, not really caring about talking with his mouth full. It wasn’t like Deadpool would chastise him for his bad manners.

           “Left Twix all the way, baby.”

           Peter snorted. “Any particular reason?”

           Wade shrugged. “I mean a man has to take a stand somewhere, right?” He grabbed Peter by the front of his suit and hauled him forward until Peter was straddling his lap while Peter made an indignant sound at being manhandled. “Hmm, that’s better.”

           Peter finished his Twix and shoved the wrapped into one of Wade’s pouches. He was pretty sure his fingers brushed over some loose bullets, reminding him of how dangerous Wade really was. “I don’t think you’ve earned enough brownie points for this,” Peter managed to tease. He attempted to get up but Wade put his arms around Peter and locked him into place.

           “For once the Spider is caught in someone else’s web,” Wade purred. He leaned forward and slid his nose along Peter’s jawline, his breath hot against Peter’s exposed skin, making Peter shiver in response.

           “You gonna let me go?” Peter asked, putting his hands on Wade’s shoulders and getting ready to shove the Merc away. He wasn’t sure why he was hesitating.

           “Fuck baby boy, if the rest of you is as cute as your jaw and lips, I’m in real trouble,” Wade said, burying his face in Peter’s neck and nuzzling him affectionately. “You’ve already been giving me like permanent blue balls with all your teasing. I don’t think I can die of sexual frustration because – you know – super healing factor but it’s still not fun.”

           Peter gawked at him in surprise. “I haven’t been teasing you!” he said, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment. It felt like if anything it was normally the other way around. Although Peter could usually play it cool, Wade had a tendency to make Peter feel equal parts embarrassed and flattered.

           Wade giggled. “Oh baby you’re such a fucking tease, you don’t even know,” he said, sliding his mask up to his nose as well and licking up Peter’s neck.

           Peter made a face and wiped his neck clean. “Are you part Chihuahua or something?’

           “Yo Quiero Taco Bell!” Wade cried out before laughing. “Fuck now I want tacos. Maybe a Mexican Pizza or five. You ever try those cinnabon bites they’ve got there with the icing inside? It’s like they jizz in your mouth except it’s waaaaay better tasting. Although I bet you taste amazing. Bet you taste like sugar, baby boy.”

           Peter felt his blush deeper. “Can’t you behave for like one minute?”

           Wade shrugged. “Where’s the fun in that?”

           Peter sighed. “So is the plan to just sit here until midnight then?”

           Wade grinned. “Wanna kiss me at midnight, Spidey? Gotta start the New Year off right!”

           Peter cocked his head to the side. “I think that would be considered more wrong than right, Wade.”

           Wade dropped his hands immediately, releasing Peter from his impressive grip. The smile was gone from his face. “Ah, I get it,” he said softly. “Not that I blame you, Spider-babe. I wouldn’t want to mac on all of this either.”

           Peter felt bad and not just because he missed the warmth of Wade’s arms encircling him, keeping him toasty against the chilly December night air. He hadn’t meant to hurt Deadpool’s feelings. Usually it was harder to get a read on the Merc with his mask on but with it rolled up Peter could at least see his mouth and how it was nearly pouting, his lower lip protruding just a bit.

           “I don’t know what kind of a whore you think I am,” Peter said, joking lightly. “Kissing on the first not-even-remotely-a-date. What do you take me for? Some kind of a floosy? I don’t put out for Twix bars. Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, maybe, but not a Twix. Besides, I’m right Twix as my ride or die anyway so this would never work.”

           Peter took it as a personal triumph that Wade was smiling again. “I could be persuaded to go right Twix.”

           “What happened to taking a stand?”

           “Does it look like I’m standing to you?” Wade shot back, putting his hands lightly on Peter’s hips. Not trapping him but holding him gently. Even through the gloves Peter could feel Wade radiating heat. It made Peter shiver again.

           Peter chuckled. “Fine, you can kiss me at midnight but no tongues. I know you’re Canadian and your lot is into the French but you’re in America now buster.”

           Wade wined and shifted under Peter slightly. “But Spidey, I wanna put my tongue in your mouth. How can you disregard my heritage like that? I had no idea you were so racist!”

           Peter shrugged. “Take it or leave it, Wade.”

           The countdown started below them and they had a perfect view of the ball dropping slowly. “Fine, fine, I’ll take it!” Wade said quickly.

           They got down to three and Peter licked his lips in anticipation. On the one he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Wade’s in a soft, chaste kiss. Wade’s tongue flicked against the opening of Peter’s lips and he let out a whimper when Peter refused him entrance into his mouth. He should have known Wade would try and break the rules, after all he was basically known for it. His hands had slid from innocently on Peter’s hips to full on gripping his ass.

           After a moment, Peter pulled back, taking Wade’s hands and putting them back on his hips. “Easy there, cowboy.”

           “Sorry baby, I couldn’t resist,” Wade said, grinning mischievously. “You’ve got the greatest ass since Captain America. What if I had called myself Captain Canada? Do you think I would have a museum exhibit too? I’d definitely have my own flavor of maple syrup.”

           “That would have been lame.”

           “There you go being racist again, baby,” Wade said, shaking his head disapprovingly. “We’ve really gotta get you in some meetings so you can get past your hate of my home country, especially if you’re going to date me.”

           Peter let out a startled noise. “Who says I’m going to date you?”

           Wade laughed. “Immersion therapy,” he said, gently sliding his hands up and down Peter’s thighs. “Come on baby, I’ll be so good to you. And you know they say how you spend your New Years is how you’ll spend your whole year. So that means you’ll be spending it with me.”

           Peter huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Is that so?”

           “Yeah baby boy,” Wade said, nodding emphatically. “It’s like the wishbone on Thanksgiving except Thanksgiving is in October you uncultured American idiots.”

           “Now who’s being racist?” Peter teased, biting his bottom lip to keep from laughing.

           “Takes one to know one, Spidey.”

           Peter groaned. “If I spend my year with you I’m pretty sure I’ll go out of my fucking mind.”

           “I’ve already lost mine, baby. Oooh twinsies!”

           Peter leaned forward so he was whispering in Wade’s ear. “I’m not into twincest.”

           Wade moaned. “Those blue balls are going to come back with a vengeance if you keep doing that, baby boy. Like Keanu in John Wick 2…or 3.”

           Peter got Wade’s earlobe between his lips and nibbled on it gently. He surprised even himself with the intimate gesture. He had no idea what had gotten into him but he liked it. He liked having such an effect on Wade. Wade was all hard muscles and dangerous but Peter was fairly certain her could turn Wade into a puddle of goo if he wanted. “You know, we’ve got about fifty-five minutes until it’s New Year’s in Central time. We should probably kiss then too just to make sure we ring in the New Year right. Then an hour after that is Mountain Time and then an hour after that is Pacific time.”

           Wade smirked. “We gonna kiss every hour on the hour?” he asked in amusement. “What will we do in between?”

           Peter shrugged. “Cuddle?” He took his mask off and let Wade see his full face. He figured if he was going to do this he might as well go all in. Wade gasped for a moment and then ripped his own mask off. They stared at each other for a moment, seeing each other with their own eyes for the first time. Peter was struck by just how warm Wade’s eyes were. He took a moment to study the mottled texture of Wade’s skin, reaching out and brushing his fingertips over it lightly.

           “Fuck,” Wade said, his breath shaky. “Spidey, you’re a babe! And I mean that almost literally. How fucking old are you?”

           Peter rolled his eyes. “I’m twenty-one, you asshole.”

           “You still wanna do this, Spidey? Now that you’ve gotten the full picture that is my fucked up face?”

           Peter nodded. “Do you?”

           “Do you really have to ask that, baby boy?”

           “My name’s actually Peter,” he said, holding out his hand. He figured he might as well go for broke as long as he was being completely reckless.

           “Mm, I like it. Suits you,” Wade hummed, shaking Peter’s hand. “Gonna get it tattoed on my ass or at least I would but healing factor means no tats. At that point might as well just use the sticker ones. Get a butterfly or a unicorn or some kind of Lisa Frank type shit.”

           “Please don’t get my name tattooed on you, Wade,” Peter said with a deep sigh.

            “You’re right, you should get my name tattooed on your ass. Property of Wade Wilson. Sounds like a tramp stamp,” he said, wigging his eyebrows playfully.

           “Never in a million years,” Peter said, laughing softly. “And I already told you I’m not a tramp.”

           “Not yet you’re not,” Wade said, giving Peter a wink. “But give me until midnight Hawaii time and I bet I’ll have you sinning.”

           Peter leaned forward and kissed Wade softly on the lips. “There better be breakfast involved. “

           “In the actual act or afterwards?” Wade asked, nipping gently at Peter’s lower lips. “Because I would happily cover you in syrup and lick you clean”

           “Afterwards,” Peter said decisively, ignoring the way heat was pooling in his groin at the thought of Wade licking him all over. “But only if we do proper bacon and not that Canadian shit.”

           Wade tsked and shook his head. “Please at least tell me you like Celine Dion, she’s a fucking treasure.”

           Peter made a face. “Does anyone like Celine Dion?” he challenged with a raised eyebrow.

           “The Bare Naked Ladies?”

           “I only know that one song.”

           “Ugh, you’re killing me, Petey!”

           Peter laughed. “That’s actually impossible.”

           “That’s it!” Wade said, capturing Peter’s lips and kissing him hard. “Tonight will be a marathon fuckfest sountracked by the Bare Naked Ladies. And when you cum you better scream out Oh Canada!”

           Peter laughed harder and got to his feet. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up,” he said, holding his hand out to Wade. Wade took it and Peter lifted him to his feet.

           “Too late,” Wade said, kissing Peter again. “Happy New Year, Peter.”

           “Happy New Year, Wade.”

[shari-berri]

Let’s have a talk about human decency, respect of other people, respecting disabilities, disorders, illnesses, and overall not being a dick. Oh! And wanting answers as this person was not helpful, PLEASE ANSWER ITS URGENT!

I made a post on Yahoo Answers for an issue I have been having.

This is what my question/information was:

Our kitten who is relatively new, 1 year, keep going to the bathroom outside of the litter box. My mom keeps moving it to where she has used it but she suddenly moved it upstairs. Now, she said that there needs to be on on every level of the house, but there are a few things wrong with that. First off, our house has a half level. The only thing “upstairs” on a “second floor” is the kids rooms and a bathroom. Otherwise it is open space for the living room. Besides that, it said that a litter box shoulder be anywhere near loud areas, like children’s bedrooms. Now, I am right across from it and I already have insomnia. I’m extremely sensitive to smell, sound, all senses, probably my ADHD, and this wouldn’t help. There is also one in the bathroom. I gag/puke at anything. Every smell is amplified by 100 due to my adhd sensitivity. I know what something tastes like from smelling it. I puke almost every single time I clean the litter boxes and the smell drifts right into my room, not to mention my allergies to cats and asthma. Our cats that do this don’t even relieve themselves upstairs and I feel like this would just make them since it happened before in the bathroom but it stopped after putting the litter box downstairs. I fear for my health and that it would cause the kitten to defecate on the rugs again.

This was a person’s reply:

Let’s debunk this, shall we?

-I was accused of, lemme check, faking my MENTAL ILLNESS due to “incorrect symptoms” and such. Apparently, hypersensitivity to surroundings isn’t a symptom of ADHD, only OCD.

This person stated that ADHD only “has trouble focusing and relaxing”

If you were to look at it on the most basic and uneducated level then sure, that’s entirely what the whole fucking disorder is!

Lesser known symptoms of ADHD that as someone WITH this mental illness would know:

-(MOSTLY) transient tics

-difficulty controlling emotions

-anger

-impulsiveness

-OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT?! HYPERSENSITIVITY!!!

-Next: “You’re either making this shit up or you’re just a REALLY stupid complaining child” “trolling”

Social rules and norms, yeah?

Apparently they’re nonexistent to this person

Right, so NEVER, and I speak for everyone with a disorder, disability, whatever, NEVER EVER accuse them of ‘faking it’!

Oh, yes, I love pretending like I have (blank), I love the ostracization it gets me, the harassment, the bullying, it’s my FAVORITE part!

Assuming they’re talking about the topic of the question: ummmm...pets 101?

Yes, my cat has never shit on the floor, Princess ALWAYS uses her litter box.

Where the fuck did this happen?! Animals do this for different reasons, why the hell would I “make this shit up?”

You know me, joking about stepping in my cat’s shit, hilarious!

-“I bet you whined and whined for a kitten but now that you realize it includes work you don’t want it!”

At the time we got Fufu, we were in no position to adopt another cat. We already had 3 and were living in a rental house after my house had a fire. We were lucky that our three cars were ALIVE AND BREATHING, having been rescued and given tiny oxygen masks and kept in the vet’s breathing chamber. My sister’s friend had kittens and my mom brought it home to “babysit” for the day. Of course, she ended up keeping it. I was AGAINST the idea, ya hear that?! We were in no way able to take care of another creature, we were settling legalities and such. Did I mention that my mom had done the same thing with the third cat? Just showed up from work one day with a cat carrier and cat. I did NOT at all whine, I had no idea we were adopting our last 2 cats.

About work being involved and me backing out because of it:

For YEARS since I was 4 I have been going to a horse riding summer camp where in order to ride, we had to clean. I’m pretty sure that if I’m able to:

-muck out 20+ stalls

-change all of the hay

-Carry tons of hay bales

-Lead horses time pasture etc

-pick horses hooves

And all that? You think a fucking LITTER BOX is “too much work” and that I’m gonna leave because, “Oh no! Now that I know there’s work, I no longer want to do it!”

-Allergies: Again, I didn’t have a say in whether or not I got this cat

-“Tell your family you don’t deserve this kitten.”

And that helps my cats shitting on the ground, my inability to breathe from asthma, especially from the litter in my room how? Cool, I told my parents I don’t deserve Fufu, problem solved, well done Governer!

-“You’re an immature child making shit up just to shirk the responsibilities of caring for it.”

Again, seeing all of the work I did just for a summer camp, where I shouldn’t have been working in the first place in order to ride horses like I was paying to do, I don’t find this statement accurate, like at all. Not including all of the other things I do:

-Pack Away Hunger

-Summer camp counselor

-Volunteering at animal shelters

Sure dude, sure.

Again with the making shit up?! Are people not aware that animals have accidents? I had to put diapers on my elderly Yorkie! And making shit up, ah yes, I forgot nobody has ever witnessed someone with a strong gag reflex. Yeah, peacefully relaxing, something that I apparently can’t do because I have ADHD, but make me gag randomly.

Let’s also remember that due to my hypersensitivity, I know what something tastes like from smelling it. Taking “eat shit” to a whole new level!

How relaxing is it to fall asleep to the soothing sounds of cats scratching around and throwing litter everywhere, the sweet scent of cat shit lulling you to sleep.

Mmmmm peaceful!

Now: analyzing what I said

It did say that cats should have a litter box on ever floor, but what if it was a half floor? Yeah, the only second floor we have is a slight jutting platform that is enough to hold children bedrooms and a bathroom.

Again, only move the litter box if absolutely necessary

Fufu used to relieve herself on the upstairs bathroom rugs but since we put a litter box in the porch, she stopped doing that. Oh, and the porch is connected to the kitchen, no doors. It’s great trying to eat while smelling cat business wafting through the air like Eddie’s breath going back into his face, big fan!

She started recently peeing outside of the litter box in the kitchen, if we put litter boxes somewhere, wouldn’t she just shit in that area?? (Answer in comments)

Litter boxes should not be by loud areas, specifically, children’s bedrooms. And, there should be a clear escape route.

Being directly in between my youngest sisters’ room who scream loudly when watching anime and my older sister’s room who squeals, not at ALL quiet.

And escape routes??? Our cats could get stuck in so many places, that’s a no!

So, please let me know in the comments what I should do! I REALLY need answers!

[watchingminecraftyansim]

Post 2 - The One Where The Intro is Mystery Science Theater 3000

In the not too distant future

Next Friday A.D.

There was a gal named Isabelle

Not too different from you or me

She moderated a discord server

Just another face in a red sweatshirt

She did a good job looking over the place

But her bosses didn’t like her so they shot her into spaaace

“We’ll send her a Minecraft Roleplay”

“One from her past” (la-la-la)

“She’ll have to sit and watch them all”

“It’ll surely be a blast” (la-la-la)

Now keep in mind Izzy can control when the episodes begin and end

Because we didn’t have the budget to make her robot friends

If you’re wondering how she eats and breaths

And other science facts (la-la-la)

Then repeat to yourself “it’s just a blog, 

I should really just relax…

For Watching Minecraft Yanderesim RP post twooooo~”

Hi, I’m Isabelle, but you knew that already, and we would do a proper Mystery Science Theater 3000 parody if I liked how my voice sounded, and I had proper recording software, but I don’t so let’s begin talking about episodes two and three of Samgladiator’s Minecraft Yandere Highschool. 

So to start off Episode 2 Sam wakes up to the Super Smash Brothers Melee theme blasting at full volume from the Gamecubecrab he and Taurtis bought last episode. Given the fact that we haven’t seen either Sam or Taurtis shower or use deodorant, they are both well on their way to becoming true Melee players. We also learn Taurtis has been up since last night trying to get the Gamecube to work, and he doesn’t even get to play it before going to school, which a true Melee player would shirk all responsibilities and drop out of school to become a professional smash bros player, so he gets docked some Epic Gamer points for that blunder. 

As Sam and Taurtis exit Sam opens their mailbox to reveal fanart they got, half of which is made by people who are actors in the series, but that’s not all too surprising as they likely used their fans as actors. This show was likely made on a budget of however much it cost to have the set built and fans will work for nothing but the opportunity to be in the same Minecraft server as the person they enjoy. I shouldn’t be talking though, I was ecstatic to get into one of RTGame’s Minecraft build days. Back on topic Taurtis and Sam head over to the convenience store and sam quickly rushes through his shopping because he doesn’t want the girls to see him and make fun of him, but he also finds cat meat, because the joke of Asian countries selling the meat of and eating domestic pets is a hilarious one, right fellas? Taurtis tries to buy the robot from the European versions of Tomodachi Life, which makes me happy, because I really enjoyed Tomodachi Life, and it’s nice to see something from it. But before we can get too far into my other trip down memory lane, this trip down memory lane interrupts it, with Sam realizing they’re going to be late if Taurtis keeps haggling with the shopkeeper for the robot he said wasn’t for sale. But despite that realization Sam and Taurtis are still late to class along with Jay, but he doesn’t get called out by teacher Gareth for being late, so… Anyways Gareth calls up Sam to tell the class about himself, and to show off the item he brought to represent himself, which is his teddy bear, Snugglemuffins, which promptly results in him being laughed at and made fun of by everyone in class, including teacher Gareth. Sam proceeds to run to another classroom crying, but is coaxed back by Gareth bribing him with 1000 Yen, or roughly 9 United States Dollars, so Sam’s bragging about getting 10 bucks wasn’t super off. Next up is Jay, who presented a katana from his katana collection, which everyone thought was cool except Yuki, who’s only comment was “Great, a weeaboo”, which you know what? Valid. Finally Taurtis presents his item, which is the Gamecube, which teacher Gareth promptly steals, robbing Taurtis of his dreams of becoming a professional Melee player, which it was never stated he had but in our hearts we all know he had. At the end teacher Gareth tells the students their assignment is to sell as many cookies as they can and to take some from the chest at the front of class “Just like my wife took everything from me”. 

The boys then head down to get lunch, and Sam, Taurtis, and Jay sit together, and Jay lets Sam play with his katana, where Sam promptly cuts someone with it. Oops. We then overhear the girls making fun of Sam, so Sam sends over Taurtis to talk him up, and on his first attempt he freaks out and runs away, and I’m not gonna criticize him, given the fact that I would have definitely done worse in that situation, being unable to think of what to say and just resorting to some stupid shit like “You got Fortnite on your phone?”. His second attempt goes better, where he then proceeds to shit talk Sam with the girls, saying he was raised by bunnies, and he gets Jay to join in on the fun. This eventually leads to Sam getting mad and wanting to impress Taurtis by saying Sookie is his Girlfriend, Taurtis proceeds to try and win Sookie over, not realizing Sam was lying and setting up a love triangle that I’m sure is going to go well for everyone involved. Shortly after this the bell rings and it is time for Gym class, where we see Rowan wearing nothing, save for a VERY small speedo, which, when we first see him, is covered by his desk. Making it look like he’s ass naked. He then has everyone stretch, and then head out to the pool, since they are going to be doing diving and laps for that day. Everyone then proceeds to get changed into their swimsuits and that is where episode 2 ends.

Episode three then starts with Sam, Taurtis and everyone else changed into their swimsuits, Sam’s is nothing special but Taurtis’ is just like Rowan’s except he has water wings on. The girl’s swimsuits are thankfully not revealing, being a one piece suit, but they aren’t as diverse as the boy’s swimsuits. Except for one student, HiddenSentinels forgot to bring his swimsuit so he is instead sent to clean Rowan’s car. Rowan starts with making them do dives, Sam jumps in and gets his teddy bear wet so he asks Rowan to hold onto it so it doesn’t get more wet, where Rowan proceeds to yeet that motherfucker over the fence. This causes some of the students to feel bad for Sam, as you probably would, at this point Sam, while he’s been a bit of an asshole, hasn’t done anything too horrible. Sookie also mentions that she doesn’t like the water, which brings me to a question, what is Sookie? Is she a human, she has hair. But humans aren’t traditionally green, as far as I know, and are usually fine with water. This comment makes me think she’s water soluble, sort of, but that’s a question for another time. Rowan then gets the students to start doing laps around the pool, and during that exercise one of the students, PowerDragon starts to drown despite having floaties on, and Sam and Taurtis save him, sort of making fun of him for managing to drown with floaties on. Sam has, what we in the business call, a VERY GOOD IDEA, if he pretends to drown, the girls will feel bad for him, save him, and he might even get mouth to mouth from a pretty girl. So he fake drowns next to SirCutieYuki, gets saved by Invader, the girl with the beard for those of you who forgot, and told by SoulOwl to “just swim you nerd”, which, that’s fair. Sam gets mouth to mouth because he is freaked out by girl beard touching him. We have truly entered the comedy area. 

Rowan then has the class move onto the high dive, and between being scared of the high dive, him being kissed by a girl with a beard, and people taking pictures of him after that, Sam runs to get his teddy bear on the other side of the fence, and it is gone, and Sam is upset for all of five seconds before moving on. Sam then returns to the pool and Rowan demonstrates the high dive while staring directly at Sam on his way down. The high drive is by my count is 26 meters high, or roughly 85 feet for us Americans (or Liberians or Myanmarese), which has to be some kind of safety violation, since the pool is only 3 meters deep. Taurtis and the rest of the class, sans Sam, start lining up to do the dive, with Sam opting to go last. Teacher Gareth tells Taurtis that he hopes he falls before he dives, but thankfully for everyone who likes Taurtis he doesn’t eat shit on the pavement after falling 85 feet from the air, and instead lands safely in the pool. Albeit with Rowan berating them for their lack of form. Sam finally does his dive off of the diving board, even though he had to be pushed off of the top of the diving board after he got to the top, and we got to see the whole city, including the unfinished flattened bit we weren’t supposed to. When he gets down we see that teacher Gareth has decided to get in on the high diving fun, fully clothed. This reminds Sam that he and Taurtis should be selling cookies, and he proceeds to try and sell them to Rowan, who shouts that they have empty carbs and yeeted that shit over the fence. While this is happening SoulOwl starts molting in the water, on account of being an owl in water. Between this, Sookie possibly being water soluble, and one student nearly drowning, I’m starting to feel that this swimming exercise might have been ill conceived. After Sookie heads off to take Soul to the nurse Invader tries to sell Rowan some cookies, claiming they have steroids in them, this causes Rowan to start punching her and throwing her cookies into the pool, teacher of the year 2015. At the same time Sam tries to sell cookies to Yuki, who will only buy them if they are from Taurtis, which Taurtis says they are, and he takes all the money, not even giving sam commission for selling the cookies, and then the bell rings, leading to everyone heading home in their swimsuits and Rowan saying that he will take care of their clothes for them.

As everyone is heading home then see that Jay has a fucking boat the size of the school’s pool, Sam and Taurtis ask about how he got so rich, with Sam commenting on the fact that Jay might be an entrepenur, and Jay saying “That’s a secret”, thus smashing my headcannon that Jay recieved all of his money from Kevin O’Leary, from the hit ABC show, Shark Tank. They then see SoulOwl and Sookie, and Sam sends Taurtis to talk to them to see how Soul is doing because he is too shy to talk to her himself. Sam also says that her molting sounds gross, but for Taurtis not to tell her that he said that, with Taurtis pointing out they weren’t super far away from him, and that Sookie and Soul could hear him too, and SoulOwl promptly getting mad at Sam, causing him and Taurtis to flee, when they go past the confiscated items box, where we see their GameCube and a copy of Super Smash Bros Melee. The boys then see Jay has a wrench and ask him to help them break into the office and help them get their GameCube back, because no series is complete without a little breaking and entering. Following their heist the gang heads to the convenience store with Jay to haggle for the robot once again, and the shop owner once again refuses, even after Jay showers him with money, stating it is a priceless family heirloom, Taurtis does however manage to successfully unload all of his cookies onto the shopkeeper, Sam is successful when he tries the same thing, instead Jay offers to buy them, and sam does, stating Jay is the best friend ever because of his money, and inviting him over to play Smash Brothers. Taurtis suggests inviting Invader over as well, because she developed a crush on Sam after giving him mouth to mouth I guess. Sam however declines because she has a beard and that’s gross, Invader however is more than pleased to come along, and does, despite Sam being a real asshole. When they get home however it is revealed that someone has there Teletubbies DVDs, and leaving off on that epic cliffhanger you’ll just have to wait until next week to find out what happens next. Or just watch the next episode before me, I’m a gal who makes terrible decisions, not a cop.

Before we end this post however, I would like to say one thing, Yuki is bi. Why do I say this you may ask, it’s simple, I have evidence, what evidence you may ask? Why, it’s simple

-I feel like it

-It’s my blog and I get to make the LGBTQ+ head cannons

-I can do what I want

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk and I’ll see you twice next week as the internet has decided on two smaller posts a week rather than one big one a week.

[bards-witcher]

Some good old ohmtoonz, with jealous toonz ;))))))))))))))))

I hope you like it

Gets a teensy bit explicit but nothing too graphic, mostly just cute stuff :D

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[Luke POV]

He couldn’t help but clench around the glass in his hand, watching with gritted teeth and fury in his eyes as he was forced to watch some fucker who thought he was hot shit flirt with Ohm. What made it worse was that Ohm was playing into his advances, all to antagonize him, especially after they’d gotten into a fight earlier.

It was a caused by a culmination of spending very little time together outside of work, although they enjoyed their time together, it wasn’t the same as when they could go out and spend time doing whatever they wanted to do on their own terms, not what they had to do.

Couple that with the fact that he’d been shirking some of his duties around the house and Ohm had been quick to snap at him, as the younger man also had his own plans to keep to and his own job to work for.

Whilst he was never the first to volunteer to do chores around the house, he’d always made sure to at least have some part, and particularly when he saw Ohm overwork himself for the hundredth time, he’d take over the responsibilities to give Ohm time to breathe.

However, admittedly he hadn’t been as diligent in his duties as he should have been, all so he could churn out video after video, no matter how much it drained him, all so he could buy the ring now burning a hole in his pocket.

He’s not surprised that Ohm snapped, having to not only to do his job but to look after the both of them and their pets as well, truth be told he’s surprised Ohm hadn’t snapped sooner. He’d seen all the signs begin to show just how stressed the younger man was, but he was persistent in his own endeavors that he didn’t truly see how bad things got.

Whilst not one of the worst fights they’d ever had, not by far, Ohm still deemed to give him the silent treatment, not even sparing him a glance when he called his name, and that was what probably hurt the most, and Ohm knew it.

In fact, the only reason he and Ohm were out now was to act as moral support for Jon as he finally plucked up the courage to ask Evan out on a date, who apparently needed a couple of drinks and a pep talk before actually going through with it.

However, Jons’ fretting did little to help his own worries, barely noting how Jon removed the glass still in his hand so he could clench his hand into a fist before he broke the glass, as he watched the scene in front of him unfold.

He knew Ohm would never try anything with the other man, his actions were purely to taunt him, as shown by the side glances that Ohm gave him every now and then, but it didn’t make it any easier to watch.

The final straw was when he saw the slimy fucker pressing even closer to Ohm and snake an arm around his waist, but even so he saw Ohm try to put a little distance between them, discomfort clear on his face, although apparently didn’t the guy didn’t get the memo.

He didn’t waste a second longer before sliding out of the booth and striding over towards Ohm, ignoring Jons’ shouts of caution after him before he was standing behind the guy still trying to get his hands onto Ohm, roughly grabbing and pulling him off of Ohm.

“The fuck’s your problem” The other man practically shouted at him, the look of rage on the man’s face was almost laughable, not even holding a candle to the rage on his own face, one that made the other man pale noticeably.

“Get your hands off my boyfriend”

“Is that why you left him here to be snatched up by someone else?”

He wasted no time before clenching his fists into the other guys’ shirt, pulling him forward until their faces were only inches apart, his demeanor exerting nothing but calm fury. Ohm was quick to try and put himself between the two of them, only sparing him a passing glance as Ohms’ pleas fell on deaf ears.

“I’mma give you 5 seconds to leave through that door otherwise I’m gonna break your jaw, got it?”

The other man nodded profusely, fear clear on his face, and with a cold smile he released the man who quickly backed away a couple of steps as he regained his composure. He paid no mind to him, instead turning to Ohm and immediately all of his anger melted away at the look of adoration and worry now coloring the younger man’s face.

He was just about to pull Ohm closer and kiss the man as he’d been dying to do all day, only the slimeball in human form decided to tempt fate a little more as he grabbed onto Ohms’ arm, tugging at it slightly so that Ohm would face him, and he practically bristles at the touch.

However, Ohm extends his other hand back to grab a hold of his wrist, the touch allowing him to cool down slightly but doesn’t stop him from approaching the other man once again.

“Ryan, you can’t really be with this mad fucker. Come with me, I’ll treat you right.” He swears he could almost growl at the comment, but just before he could step forward, to finally punch this guys face in, Ohm tugs out of his grip and stands between them, leaning back slightly so that they’re slightly closer together.

“I’m sorry, but I’m crazy in love with the mad fucker behind me, so I recommend if you don’t want to go to A&E that you leave now” Even without looking he could feel the guilt coming off of Ohm in waves, a part of him both loving and hating how considerate his boyfriend is to others, even when they don’t deserve it.

The guys’ face turned stoic, he simply gave a nod at the statement before throwing an accusatory glare at him as he turned to leave the bar.

He made sure to stare after the man, to make sure that he actually left, and it was only when he felt warm arms wrapping around him and Ohms’ warm breath against his neck that finally got him to relax and release the breath he’d been holding. His own arms were quick to wrap around the smaller man and pull him closer against him, pressing a quick kiss against his temple.

“I’m so sorry Luke, I shouldn’t of-“

“You have nothin’ to apologize for Ohm, I shouldn’t have been a complete ass the last few days and made you feel like you had to do this”

“I just wanted to show off a little bit, but it just got out of hand so fast and-“ He felt the hands that had moved up his back to hold the back of shoulders clench tightly, and Ohm seemingly buried himself even further into his neck.

“Shhh, ’s okay Ry, I got you”

He leaned back slightly as Ohm pulled away enough to look up at him, and once again he’s lost in the eyes that show nothing but love and care towards him.

“Were you really going to break his jaw?”

“Oh, I would ‘a broken his whole face if you hadn’t got between us, the thought of him touchin’ you like that makes my skin crawl”

Not even a second later Ohm was kissing him, and his brain rejoiced for a second before gaining some sort of composure so that he could reciprocate, the low din of the bar quickly falling quiet around them as their lips moved leisurely against each other.

Too soon they’re pulling away, but the blinding smile Ohm gives him is enough to make up for the abrupt ending of their first kiss in a couple of days.

“Not gonna lie that’s kinda hot”

He gives a brief smile to Ohm, leaning down to press a brief kiss to his lips before gradually moving down to his neck and then up to his ear, his breath enough to send a slight shiver down Ohms’ spine.

“Jus’ don’t go makin’ a habit out of it, I don’t play nice with others” He practically growled into Ohms’ ear, the smaller man seemingly helpless but to keen slightly and pull them even closer against each other. “D’you wanna get outta here so I can –“

“Do all the chores you’ve been neglecting? Sounds good to me” The seemingly innocent smile Ohm shot his way was enough to have him groaning as he leaned down to rest his forehead against Ohm’s shoulder, Ohm simply carding a hand through his hair which was enough to send a small shiver down his spine and in turn got a small laugh from Ohm.

“To be fair though I did have a reason for not doin’ them”

“Which is?”

“ ’s a surprise”

Before he could do anything else, Ohm used the hand still in his hair to pull his head back so that they were now face to face, an incredulous look on the younger man’s face.

“Care to share?” He laughed a little as he used the arms still wrapped around Ohms’ waist to hug him closer, pressing a quick kiss to his temple before leaning back a little to look at him again.

“If I tell you then it won’t be a surprise anymore”

He watched as Ohm seemed to examine him for a minute, and it wasn’t long until he saw a glint of mischief in the other’s eyes, and before he knew it a knee was pressing lightly into his crotch, which had just so happened to have been getting more interested in Ohms’ body close to his, and rubbing against it slightly.

“Well I think given everything I deserve to know, wouldn’t you agree?” Before he could reply, Ohm pressed his thigh a little harder against his dick, causing a slight moan to leave him which was quickly quietened by Ohms’ lips pressing against his own.

However, he was unable to hold back his cuss as Ohm pulled away from him completely except for his arms now looped around his neck, fingers gently carding through the short hairs at the top of his neck.

“You can either tell me now and we can go home where you can show me just how possessive you can be, or we stay here the rest of the night and I can see how many people you can threaten before you get kicked out”

He can’t help but fall more in love with the small teasing smile Ohm gives him as he waits for the answer he already knows he’s gotten, he quickly leans in to steal a short kiss from the smaller man before reaching into his coat pocket to pull out the box that would hopefully signify the beginning of his life with the man in front of him.

“I had hoped to do this somewhere other than a dingy ass bar, but you’re far too demanding for your own good. Ry…” He pulled away slightly to put a bit of space between them so he could show the other man the ring he’d gotten him, nothing too fancy, just a simple black banded ring with the inscription ‘Toonzy’ on the inside. “…D’you wanna marry me?”

There were several moments of complete silence, and he swears he could go into cardiac arrest at how fast his heart is beating, simply watching as Ohm stared at the ring presented in front of him, not giving any indication as to how he was feeling.

“Ry? Kinda making me nervous here, d’you-“ Before he could say anything else Ohm was suddenly on him, lips pressed fervently against his own and he could do little else but smile into the kiss as he wrapped his arms back around Ohm.

Breathless they pulled away from one another, but it wasn’t long before they dove in for another kiss, smiles never leaving their faces.

“I’m taking that as a yes?” Ohm simply rolled his eyes before leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“Don’t make me take it back”

“I’d like to see you try, bitch” the both of them chuckled a little as he quickly pulled the ring out of the box, and with one last look at Ohm slipped it onto his ring finger, the smaller man taking a moment to admire it before pulling him in for another kiss, neither of them willing to be away from the other for long.

“Although, you could have been more romantic about it” Ohm chastised, giggling as he did so already knowing his reaction.

Sure enough, all he can do is raise his eyebrows and throw an incredulous glare at Ohm who simply giggles more, a warmth growing in his chest when he realizes he gets to hear that sound for the rest of life.

“Well you got no one to blame but yourself Ry, now can we please get outta here so I can show some love to my fiancée” He doesn’t care that he’s whining, too happy to care, especially when it’s accompanied by Ohms’ giggles, the younger man seemingly thinking for a moment before kissing him ever so gently.

“I like the sound of that, fiancée, but we’re here for Jon remember, so keep it in your pants a little longer” Ohm simply slapped his cheek lightly in jest, the smaller man laughing as he groaned out his frustration before shooting him a bright smile and grabbing a hold of his wrist, dragging him back to the table where there was a rather smug looking Jon.

He kept close to Ohm for the rest of the night, hands never leaving one another as they celebrated not only the new relationship between Jon and Evan but also the beginning of their own life together, one that he couldn’t wait to start with the man he loved beside him.

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

Omg please 22 and 23!

#22. You’ve been sending me those pictures of your pretty pussy while we’re in school, naughty girl.

#23. Shut up, or I will destroy you tonight. (Amended slightly to fit my scenario) 

Warning: Cunnilingus! virgin!Reader! softdom!Jim 

AGAIN PLS NEVER SEND PICTURES TO ANY GUY! BREAK-UPS HAPPEN AND PICTURES REMAIN FOREVER!

There’s no real way to define your relationship with Jim. He’s a talentless, show-off who likes to throw his weight around just for kicks. He’s a bully, he hangs out with the Bay Boys and you’ve seen him deck a guy twice his age for wanting to surf on his territory. Jim Mason takes drugs all night till he collapses against your car and you have stuff him inside and drop him off at home.

You feel obligated to, you don’t know if he’d make it without your help.

Not that he ever thank you for it, Jim just swaggers to his front door without a word. Once he sent a salute back at you, nearly falling into the flowerbed, and one time he kissed you. It was gross, the taste of weed and god knows what else smothering you senses. You had to push him away, had to see how the light died in his eyes at your rejection, how he stomped up the driveway and smashed his fist into the nearest window. 

Jim Mason wasn’t someone to get involved with, so why are you lying under the bleachers at school with your skirt hiked up to your breasts, Jim Mason’s tongue slathering in and out of your cunt? 

His eyes peer up from his treat, Jim offers you a wicked grin. ‘Enjoying yourself?’

‘I wouldn’t have dragged you under here if I didn’t want it.’ You admit, knowing how wanton you sound. 

Jim slurps away at you, ‘I thought after you pushed me away that night you didn’t like me.’

‘I didn’t appreciate you being stoned.’ You tell him, ‘Or your violence.’

His tongue runs up from end of your pussy all the way up your belly button. His eyes sparkle, a shaft of light shining down on your both from your position under the bleachers, shadows dance across occasionally when someone takes a seat, the thumps of footsteps making your little rendezvous all the more scandalous. ‘What made you change your mind?’ 

You don’t answer, the first picture you sent to him was because of Heather’s dare. It wasn’t even your pussy you sent him, just a random one off the internet. But Jim didn’t know that and he’d jumped you in the hallway at lunchtime, his fingers pawing under your skirt, desperate to know what your goal was. You’d skipped away from him that time, leaving Jim frustrated and alone. You had to send him another picture, his reaction had stirred all kinds of illicit emotions in you. You’d thought about his lips on yours the entire way though Biology and made it your top priority to find him after class. 

‘I wanted to see if your really liked me, or whether you only kissed me because you were high.’

Jim kisses your stomach, ‘I cut my hand open on a window.’ He points out, ‘And you were still unsure?’

‘You’ve got a damn temper.’ You remind him, ‘Not the first time I’ve seen you act out.’

He starts running kisses back down to my vagina. I press him closer to me, wanting to feel his velvet tongue back where I’m aching for him. Jim swirls his tongue round my clit and I clamp a hand over my mouth as a moan escapes me, he feels so good. 

‘I think you like it when I’m bad.’ Jim observes, ‘I think you can’t resist wanting to look after me.’ He’s got a point and I keep very quiet. Jim tries to coax a response out of me by rubbing a finger against my most sensitive area, ‘You want o save me do you?’ He asks, ‘Take me in your arms and soothe my tortured soul.’

‘That’s some girl’s dream,’ You answer.

‘Yours?’

‘I don’t know.’ You admit, ‘You’re a bully, Jim Mason.’

I can see he likes the idea of being a bad boy, ‘A bully you wanna fuck.’ He pushes a finger inside. He’s absolutely merciless and you bite down on your hand as you scream from the penetration, ‘You’ve been sending me those pictures of your pretty pussy while we’re in school, naughty girl.’ 

You’re too busy focusing on the tight sheath of Jim’s finger inside you, ‘Mmm that’s so good, Jim.’ It is pleasurable and also wickedly painful. You’ve never had anything inserted into you before, only your own fingers. Jim’s feel entirely different and you hold your tongue, desperate to keep it together. You don’t want him to know you’ve never fooled around before, that you’re still a virgin.

Jim smirks, ‘You’re so wet.’ He says, ‘So wet and so tight around my finger.’

I feel the tip of his second finger prodding at my entrance and I clench up instinctively. Jim frowns at me and I do my best to relax, ‘Gonna slide another inside you.’ He warns, ‘Gonna take two of my fingers.’

‘Do it.’ Your bravado is back in place.

This time the stretch does hurt, Jim working in two fingers nice and slow. Your head falls back as you try and get accustomed to the sensation of Jim’s warm fingers penetrating you, loosening up your hole. 

He seems to be debating something, his other hand tracing circles over your hipbones, ‘Is this…your first time?’ 

You go silent and Jim smiles, ‘It is, isn’t it?’

‘No.’

‘No?’ Jim’s voice lifts up an octave,a hand shirking down his trousers. His cock is rock hard as Jim pumps himself once, twice and then lines you up with him, ‘Then you won’t complain when I destroy you?’ 

You feel the tip of Jim’s cock press against you and a bolt of pain has jerking away from him, ‘Okay. I am.’ You admit, ‘I haven’t done this before.’

Jim moves over me at once, ‘Why don’t you want me to know?’

‘It’s embarrassing,’ You snap back. ‘I want to, but I know it’s gonna hurt.’

His eyes soften, all traces of the dominant gone. Jim’s hand reaches out to you face and his fingers gently stroke your cheek, ‘I don’t wanna hurt you.’ He murmurs, eyes glancing up at the people sat above us, so unaware of what is unfolding below them. 

Jim gets off me and does up his trouser, the hard line of his erection is visible still and I feel so ashamed for having made him stop, ‘You don’t want to?’

‘Not like this.’ He says, casting an eye over you. 

You’re a sight to see, whimpering on your back in the grass with your legs spread wide open, your underwear bunched at the side. Jim reaches his hand out for you and helps you sit up. Questions race through your mind, ‘Is it because I’m a virgin?’

’No.’ He says, ‘This isn’t the right time or place for this. You want to lose that somewhere special,’ His eyes divert from mine, ‘With someone special.’ 

This is the Jim you didn’t know existed, the one who compulsively kissed you and went through a world of pain at your rejection. You lips meet his gentle and soft, ‘I’d be happy to lose it to you.’ You tell him, watching the words process through Jim’s brain. 

He kisses you again and fixes your skirt back into place, ‘Come round mine tonight.’ He says, ‘We can pick things up on my bed and I promise to make it worth the wait.’  

 @confettucini, @petersfern-fics @Sodanova, @Sloppy-Wrist @langdonsoceaneyes @Langdonalien @alexcornerblog 

[a-secondhand-sorrow]

I just want you to set me free

I promise I’m getting to the requests, but... I had an idea.

trigger warnings: suicide mention, swearing

title from “bored” by billie eilish

read on ao3

***

Dear Zoe,

I know it’s already too late.

Connor was dead.

They’d rushed to the hospital in the dead of night, Cynthia’s shoulders already heaving with sobs and Larry’s mouth set in a firm line. Zoe curled around herself in the backseat like a seven year old, the world distorted around her and nothing but the hum of an engine and Cynthia’s heartwrenching gasps filtering through her ears. They’d rushed through the doors, flying past security into the ER, and there he was supposed to be, covered by a sheet, on the table.

For the first time in her life, the world froze completely.

I hope you don’t have to read this, but deep down, I know you’ll have to.

The ER rushed around her, static filling her ears. She might’ve started to fall to her knees-it was all blurry-but next thing she knew, a blanket was wrapped around her shoulders and a cup of water shoved in her hands. Her parents were gone, probably checking with doctors or filling out paperwork or wandering, in denial. She heard a choked, strangled sound cut through the static. Zoe lifted a hand to her cheek, which proved to be as difficult as pushing her hand through molasses.

Her fingers came away wet. She hadn’t realized she’d started crying.

I won’t blame you if you don’t want to read any of this. I know this can’t make up for how shitty a brother I’ve been.

Eventually, Cynthia and Larry reappeared.

“Zoe, come on.” Cynthia choked out, making a weak grab for her arm.

Zoe only stared ahead. She’d barely noticed the hospital around her as they rushed in, but now ever noise and movement grated on her. She’d focused in, and everything was a million times too bright and too loud. Every crack in the paint on the wall was visible. Every passing glance from a nurse bore holes through her. Her parents’ voices were only a gentle hum compared to the chaos inside her head.

“Zoe,” Larry started.

zoe

zoe

zoe

and it ballooned into the air, echoing and reverberating, something Larry had said a million times, something she’d heard a million times, something she’d never heard like this.

until it popped into her eardrum, startling her.

Slowly, she angled her head towards him.

His voice was weaker, more broken then she’d ever heard it. A completely foreign expression was on his face-deeper than she’d ever seen. He looked as close to tears as Zoe had ever seen him. Larry looked at her for another moment before casting his eyes downward, as though unable to maintain eye contact. “Zoe, please.”

(Connor, please.)

Zoe stared for a moment, before standing slowly, not expecting how much energy that would take.

Cynthia made another motion to take Zoe’s arm, but she flinched away violently.

She couldn’t even look at Cynthia’s face. She knew that if she did, she would break down.

The worst part is, I didn’t even try to make it up to you.

The car ride home was the worst experience of her life. The air was heavy with a million unspoken words, unseen regrets, dampened memories.

Connor was dead.

You didn’t deserve it, Zoe. You deserved better than me.

Larry brewed a pot coffee when they got home. There they sat at the kitchen table-her kitchen table. She’d sat at it a million times. She’d never really seen it before.

Cynthia had stopped crying, apparently having gone numb to the world. That was something she had in common with her husband and daughter.

Neither of her parents would look her in the eye. Some sinister voice in the back of her head whispered to her, stirring up trouble. You’re a reminder, it said. A shadow of your brother, like you’ve always been.

Zoe only stared into the depths of her coffee, letting the darkness twist into something even darker, twist into some abstract portrait of what she felt.

I wish I could’ve been better, or at least tried to be.

She wrenched her eyes away, not quite ready to see her soul bared like-like Connor’s teeth, as he—

(don’t look up don’t look up don’t look up)

(she looked up anyway)

—was smirking at her from his usual spot across from her. Her eyes locked on his as she looked up; their eyes were almost mirror images of each other’s, like they always had been.

(This is what your parents see when they look at you. This is why they can’t look you in the eye.)

Her breath hitched. She couldn’t look away. It was so Connor; never really let her be free, even when he’s supposed to be gone. Always coming back to mock her.

But after a moment, his smirk twisted into a deeper expression, something full of regret and pain and longing for better.

God, that’s all I wanted. But I knew I fucked things up too much to ever get there.

She blinked, and he was gone again, nothing but a shadow behind her eyelids. She couldn’t help but feel she was missing something, something big, but he was leaving her like water trickling from between her fingers, leaving her to grasp at droplets, praying one would stick and something would make sense.

No, no, that’s not how this would end. He couldn’t just come back there and then leave—

I hate myself for how I told you, but-you were the golden child. I would always pale in comparison to you.

You’ll probably never know just how much I wanted to be like you.

Filled by a sudden burst of flame form somewhere behind her rib cage—one that was matched with a deeper, more melancholy unfurling in her chest—she knocked the coffee over, and Connor was gone completely.

Both of her parents broke out of their trances, and Zoe could see that Cynthia had started towards her, but then she started shaking her head no, no, no and she couldn’t take it, she needed to be away from anywhere Connor had been, away from the memory of his eyes, so similar to hers, his smirk, his frown—

She stood abruptly, and unexpectedly, Zoe burst into tears right on the spot. She choked on her own tears and continued shaking her head, trying to clear it. Dodging Cynthia’s tearstained expression once again, she rushed away from the table and up the stairs, getting away, away, away.

She heard nothing behind her, for once.

But still. At the end of the day, I hope you can move on from this.

Zoe slammed the door behind her, throwing her weight onto it. Even as her back leaned against the door, the floor swayed under her. Everything was a little blurry from tears that still filled her eyes.

Her legs gave out beneath her and she began to slide down the door, the pressure of the wood to her back keeping her grounded to reality. There was a growing pounding behind her eyes; she pressed the heels of her hands into them, but the only thing she could see was Connor’s body lying prone on the table, under a stark white sheet.

I know that this is something you’ll carry with you for your whole life. I know that you’ll get asked if you have any siblings and you’ll freeze in response. I know I’ve caused damage I’ll never see the effects of.

She looked up again, her eyes unfocused from the tears and being pressed. The pounding in her skull continued; Zoe briefly wondered if that was her new normal.

Her room was the same as it had always been.

She’d never see it the same way.

Remembering that she’d been here before, she fully expected Connor to start punching at her door, and she shirked away, instinctively, trying to get away from anything he could touch—

Until a voice whispered you are a mirror image and she blinked, and there the image was, again.

I know you feel like your whole life has been run by me.

She managed to crawl over to her bed and curl up on top, letting the soft familiarity ensconce her. Her hands and legs were shaking, probably from a combination of the little caffeine she’d had and leftover adrenaline.

She wondered, briefly, what it had been like. To just let go. To release. To be free of everything keeping you here.

(She wanted to be free of everything, to scrub Connor’s dead body from her memory)

And then she thought of the sheet, and she stopped wondering. Instead, she realized that any peace he’d bought himself had been robbed from her, most likely for quite some time. For her, stolen peace was no peace at all.

But you have the rest of your life ahead of you, and you’re gonna be brilliant.

She drifted off, eventually. With time, her limbs stopped buzzing and the post-crying drowsiness set in. She had thought she’d never sleep again, in that frantic car ride. Now it was the only thing she wanted to do.

But sleep brought dreams, and her dreams were cruel.

They were constantly shifting; the image of Connor on the table drifted up time and time again, Cynthia’s crying face begging for Zoe to let her take her arm, her own eyes staring back at her and whispering you are just like him, Connor’s almost sorrowful expression from across the table, Larry’s broken voice, the heavy air of the car permeating everything.

You’re gonna fall in love. You’re gonna do what you want to do. You’re going to live life to the fullest, Zoe, because that’s who you are.

She slept fitfully, stirring several times during the night.

Once, she thought she could see Connor’s eyes staring at her from the dark.

She bolted upright, but the room was empty.

Same as always.

Different than ever before.

I know you, Zoe. You’re so much stronger than you think.

The house was silent. She rose from her bed, the air so thick she felt as though she could choke on it.

Cracking her door open, she saw that her parents’ lights were off.

Something compelled her to move to Connor’s room, which she did, as silently as possible. She cringed as her footsteps padded softly against the floorboards in the half-light of the moon, stopping like a deer in headlights whenever one creaked.

So please. Watch the stars. Read shitty romance novels. Drink tea. Go to college and become a pretentious music major. Do all that shit you love to do. Fall in love with life.

Zoe couldn’t remember the last time she’d been in Connor’s room. It hadn’t changed much, but it still felt lived in. She wondered how much longer it would feel that way. When would it go from lived in to sacred? When would it become little more than a shrine to a memory? When would it change in her mind, becoming a fragile portrait of her life before, of her fears and struggles?

A sudden memory struck her; being little, and sticking notes for each other on the second shelves of their bookshelves. They’d had a secret code only they knew, but she’d long forgotten it. It was tucked away in a time when she’d wanted to be just like her big brother; but years passed and they’d grown, and Connor went from a hero to her personal living nightmare, a shadow to search for from the corners of your eyes, an itch behind her eyes and the tapping of a foot on pavement and a whispered psychopath and something deep within her saying run, run, run.

For nostalgia’s sake, she bent down to his bookshelf. As a child, the second shelf was only a brief reach down. Now, it was miles away.

If not for yourself, do it for me.

There was an envelope, Zoe scrawled across the front. She’d seen that handwriting before in that spot; it had adapted a little over the years, somehow become neater and clearer while Connor’s personality had roughened. Zoe remembered that her handwriting and his had been similar, hers had gotten more untidy and scrawling as his had bettered.

Zoe never thought she’d be able to recognize Connor’s handwriting after so many years, but instead it hit her like a jolt in the center of her chest, just with the familiarity of it.

She’d seen it before.

But she’d never seen it like this.

And just remember; I’m supporting you every step of the way.

She began to open the envelope with shaking hands, guided only by the faint light from Connor’s window. She glanced at it, briefly, before pausing opening the envelope to let the memories wash over her.

She’d forgotten he’d had a chair staring out the window. As kids, they’d sit in the chair for hours, pointing out stars to each other. He’d known more constellations than her, but her enthusiasm could not be outmatched.

Something made her move towards it and sit-perhaps some part of her that wanted to remember the good parts of their relationship before the grief really sunk in, or relive them before her memories of the room were tainted by Connor’s death. As she pulled the letter out gently, as though it would break with any jostling, and saw it addressed to her, she was glad she was already seated.

I’ll say hello to the stars for you.

It wasn’t quite a suicide note, but it was–she couldn’t decide if it was too little too late, or if it was just everything she needed.

It was something, at least.

Swiping away tears, she read the final words, soaking them in, before carefully re-folding it and sliding it back into the envelope. Only then did her muscles really relax, as though Connor’s words had finally driven home the reality of where he had gone. Only once she’d heard it from him had she been able to accept the fact he was gone for good, not hiding to jump out at her from some shadowy corner.

Zoe stared out at the sky, studying the stars as though they’d grant her clarity if she read them for long enough. She let the night sky wash over her and wipe away any last images from the backs of her eyes.

She’d been here before, with Connor, as they’d shared their childish wonder with each other, unknowing of what would happen to them. She was there one more time, not with Connor, but with his letter and the closest thing that remained to that little boy she’d loved so much.

She’d never be here again.

When she closed her eyes, her vision was filled with stars, Connor’s promise echoing through her mind. It was an absurd promise, but right there, it felt as infinite and boundless as the night sky and all of the stars spread out in front of her.

Love,

Connor

[imaginezimbits]

Plzzzzzz pt3 of zimbits football!!!!! I love your writing!! It's soOOOOO GOOOOD!

Ask and you shall receive (eeeeeventually!)Read it on AO3

“Y’all go on and get now, I have orientation in the morning,” Eric scolded the lumbering football players clogging up his teeny dorm room.  His roommate, a perfectly nice seeming boy from Oregon, had disappeared shortly after the team’s arrival, and Eric couldn’t blame him.

“Fuck orientation,” Holster dismissed.  “You’ve been chilling with us for a year, what more do you need to know about the college experience?”  Eric put his hands on his hips.

“Maybe some people from my actual class?”

“Pft, whatever.  Rans and Shitty are gonna be in school forever with their majors; you’ll have plenty of people to do senior year with.”  Ransom made himself comfortable with Shitty on Eric’s bed.

“That’s right, brah,” Shitty agreed, welcoming the snuggles.  “You’ll never be rid of us.”

“Graduation is a myth,” Ransom added gravely.  “And bro, you can make all the friends you want.  You’re a freshman with invites already lined up for the sickest kegsters of the year.”

“If you do say so yourself,” Eric huffed.  “I admit, you boys make a strong argument, but I shudder to think what your fearless leader has to say about y’all encouraging me to shirk responsibility like this.”  He turned to the man in question only to find him twisting back and forth in the desk chair, nibbling on one of the peanut butter cookies Mrs. Bittle had sent to thank the boys for carrying all of “Dicky’s” boxes.

“Um.”  Jack looked between his friends, who were watching him expectantly.  He swallowed.  “Well, I mean, I was gonna ask if you wanted to hang out tomorrow since it’s the last day before classes.”

“Jack!” Eric cried over the boys’ boisterous cheers.  “You’re supposed to be the responsible adult here!”  Jack shrugged, tiny smile playing at his lips and winning Eric over easily.

“Well…they really don’t teach you anything useful…”

“So you figure you can talk me into another day of nonsense with this lot?”

“Was kinda hoping.”

“Well I suppose I could be persuaded to give up an afternoon of icebreakers and forced socialization.”

“Good.  I hear Annie’s has their Pumpkin Spice Lattes out early this year.  And the art theater is screening Goonies, so we were thinking of hitting that too.”

“How can I say no to that then?”

“Just meet us at the Haus at eleven tomorrow.”

“I’ll come at ten and we’ll make breakfast.”

“Deal.”  Eric nodded.  “Alright boys,” Jack said to the room at large, “let’s clear out, we scared Bittle’s roommate out long enough.” The boys all stood and followed Jack to the door, leaving Eric with hair ruffles and back pats.  Jack held his hand in a wave as he followed the end of the parade into the hallway, closing the door behind them.  Eric sat down hard on the bed, grinning broadly.

“Eric Richard Bittle, what on Earth do you mean you don’t know what happened at orientation?” Mrs. Bittle demanded over dinner - she’d made her son’s favorites to lure him home for a meal to extract details.  Eric stopped picking at his mashed potatoes and exchanged a panicked glance with his father over the rim of the sweet tea glass Coach was using to avoid having to chime in.

“Uh…Jack said it’s stupid?  And the guys were going to see Goonies?”

“Jack said, hmm?  And I suppose if Jack Zimmermann jumped off a bridge you might think that sounds mighty fine too?”  Coach put his glass down.

“Suzie,” he said, laying a gentle hand over hers and giving her a significant look.  Eric saw the realization dawn on his mother’s face, could practically hear the unspoken “breakdown” that hung in the air, but what was actually said was, “Jack is a responsible young man.  I think he and Junior’s other friends will see to it that he isn’t completely lost.”  Suzanne sighed.

“I suppose.  But Dicky, don’t you dare make a habit of skipping out on your responsibilities.”

“I promise, Mama, I will stay right on top of everything.”

And he did.  Between the Haus study group and the relative simplicity of his first semester classes, Eric was able to keep up with his studies.  Until the Midterms Kool-down Kegster, when, happily situated on top of one of the hockey players in the frat next door to the Haus, he remembered.

“Oh fuck!”  he sat up abruptly, hair askew and shirt rucked up.

“Dude, already?” the hockey bro asked, eyebrow raised.

“I have a paper due tomorrow,” Eric explained, already starting to extricate himself from the bed.

“Oh dude, that sucks the big one.”

“Sorry.  I uh, had fun?” Eric patted at the tuft of hair sticking up on the back of his head.

“Yeah, was good for me too,” the guy said blandly, already reaching into his pants.  By the time Eric was across the room pulling the door shut, hockey bro’s dick was out, his head flopped back against the pillow, as if Eric had never been there at all.  Well then, glad he’s not too heartbroken, he thought to himself and trudged down the stairs.

He stood outside the hockey house, staring at the Haus and feeling the street vibrate beneath his sneakers.  The party ball hastily duct taped to the living room ceiling lit the windows in a flashing array of rainbow.  The only light from upstairs came from Jack’s room.  His fingers slid across his phone screen before the decision was fully formed.

“Allo?”  The distracted greeting said Jack probably hadn’t checked his caller I.D.

“Hi Jack.” Eric paused.  “It’s Eric.”

“You don’t say.”

“I just did.”

“Are you okay?  Need me to come get you?”

“I’m okay.  Except I just remembered I forgot to write my paper for American History.”

“Bittle, it’s two a.m.”

“I am aware.  Jack, I just left mid-hookup for this, if you know anything at all about U.S. history, please come help me, otherwise fuck my grade I’m going back upstairs.”  The exasperated sigh was a protracted burst of static in his ear, but Jack relented.

“Okay, give me five to find my notebooks and some pants.  And know that you definitely owe me a batch of those homemade granola bars.”

“Anything.”

“Five minutes,” Jack promised, then promptly hung up.  

When he saw the light in Jack’s room go out, Eric stood up from the porch steps where he had been waiting.  It took another few minutes before the front door of the Haus opened to reveal Jack, backpack slung over his shoulder.  They met in the middle of the street and Jack gave a tired but fond grin in response to Eric’s grateful smile, and in mutual silent agreement, they made for Eric’s dorm.

The room was empty, so Eric texted his roommate that he’d gotten home okay and wished him a fun night when the roommate said, “Enjoy, see you after breakfast ;)”

“Well, looks like we got the place to ourselves for the duration,” Eric told Jack, trying not to sound like he could think of much better reasons than this stupid paper for him to want Jack alone.

“Good.” Jack made himself comfortable on Eric’s bed, kicking off his shoes and getting his notes and laptop set up.  “I brought reading to do while you’re writing, but I’ll help you outline and edit.”

“You are a saint.”

“I am an insomniac.  Believe me, this is going to be just as good for my sanity as yours.”

“Well alrighty, I guess I won’t feel too bad.”

“I still expect granola bars.” Jack winked.  Eric’s face burned, but he just focused on getting a blank document ready to go.  “So what’s this paper on, eh?”

“I have to write a few pages on a New Deal program and its immediate and long-term effects.”

As luck would have it, Jack knew a lot about the New Deal.  And he had more than enough feelings about it for Eric to pick a thesis.  Jack flipped his notebook open to a page covered in messy, blocky print, turned it towards Eric, and laughed at his horrified expression.

“What?”

“This is completely illegible,” Eric complained.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.”

“Really Jack, is this how your brain works?  Because if so, I have to say, I’m a mite concerned.”

“At least I have notes, Bittle.”  Jack gestured at the blank document on the screen.  “Is this how your brain works?  Because if so, I have to say, I’m a mite concerned,��� he mimicked.

“Jack Laurent Zimmermann, let me live,” he huffed, flopping over onto the comforter, taking the laptop with him.  Curled on his side with the computer, Eric started filling in the heading and basic title of his paper and jotting down a few of the points Jack had made into a quick outline.  He’d started sorting through JSTOR to find the shortest relevant articles possible, figuring Jack had disappeared into his own corner of peer-reviewed purgatory, when the bed shifted under him and a warm weight pressed along his back.  It was Jack, and Eric almost jumped out of his damn skin because Jack had spooned up right behind him, chin hooked over his shoulder and arm flopping down over his abdomen.  

“How’s it going?” Jack’s breath tickled as it blew over Eric’s skin, the low rumble of his voice vibrating through Eric’s ribs.

“It’s…happening.  Slowly.  But I don’t think I’ll flunk.”  Jack nodded, chin digging a little uncomfortably into Eric’s shoulder.

“Yeah, this is looking pretty good.”  He figured Jack would let go and return to his reading, but he stayed wrapped around Eric.

“How’s your reading coming there?” he asked teasingly.

“Done.”

“Already?”

“I did start it at a decent hour.  That is possible.”

“Hmmm…sounds fake.” Eric could feel gentle laughter at his back.  Well…looks like this is just his life right now.  He went back to writing, struggling to get all of the bullet-points in his outline put into coherent sentences.  For a minute, he blanked out, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen.  He was tired and warm, and he could feel his eyelids drooping.  And then Jack  spoke up.

“Created the infrastructure necessary for the rapid development of industry during the war boom of the early forties?”  Eric physically shook off his exhaustion.

“Hmm?”

“Oh, just…where you were going with that sentence.  You could say ‘In addition to the immediate economic relief and placation of the anxious, unemployed masses, the formation of the WPA created the infrastructure necessary for the rapid development of industry during the war boom of the early forties.’”

“Oh.  Thanks, that’s really good.”

“Not my first rodeo.”  Eric typed in the end of the sentence, and getting past that block gave him the burst he needed to get the rest of the paper out, Jack proofreading as he went, keeping himself tucked close throughout.  At some point, he caught part of Eric’s hoodie in his fingers, idly rubbing at the soft fabric.  Eric didn’t realize that there was such a soft side to Jack.  He knew he was kind, one of the most loyal and dedicated friends he’d ever had, but compared to the rest of the group they hung out with, he’d never been up for all of the casual cuddling (aside from Shitty trapping him in a bear hug).  This gentle, sleepy Jack was incredibly endearing, and Eric’s chest felt warm and tight.

He put the finishing touches on the essay around three thirty.  After saving the document about five times and promptly sending it to the print queue, he closed the laptop with a satisfying “slap,” and turned to look over his shoulder at Jack, only to find him fast asleep.  Exhausted and resigned, Eric just wiggled carefully out of Jack’s arms and trudged off to the bathroom to brush his teeth.  While tugging on his pajamas, he briefly contemplated sleeping in his roommate’s bed, but upon realizing he didn’t really know how clean the guy was and feeling like it would be…cold - a rejection of this intimacy Jack offered, he lay back down and pulled a blanket over them both.

Eric expected to sleep terribly, to lie awake staring at the ceiling until the sun came up, Jack woke, and he was inevitably left with the uncomfortable silence and an empty bed.  Instead, he slept the best he had since coming to college.  The bed was warm and, completely relaxed, Jack was actually very soft to snuggle against.  Eric’s breaths unconsciously synched with Jack’s, his eyes got heavy, and the next thing he knew, the sun was streaming in from the single window.

He stretched, joints popping pleasantly.  And then his foot brushed a leg, and all of a sudden, he snapped back to the moment and felt fully Jack pressed up behind him.  He startled just enough to jostle the bed, and his heart skittered in his chest as Jack stirred. The arm around his waist tightened momentarily, and a soft groan escaped Jack as he woke fully.  The sound shocked down Eric’s spine and oh god, he was actually going to die.  In some twist of cosmic mercy, Jack wasn’t sporting morning wood - that would be the actual death of him.

“Oh.  Hey.”  Jack’s breath ghosted over Eric’s neck, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut so he could compose his voice enough to get out,

“Morning.”  Jack stretched again, and the movement pushed them closer.

“Morning.  I didn’t ruin your sleep, did I?”  He looked so genuinely concerned Eric couldn’t let him be uncomfortable.

“You didn’t make a peep,” he said, because he couldn’t quite admit just how much Jack didn’t ruin his sleep.  

“Okay.”  They lay in silence for another minute, unsure of how to act normally now that they were both lucid.  Eric was about to roll over and see if Jack just passed back out when their phones buzzed simultaneously, the group chat lighting up with all the dirt and surreptitiously taken pictures of shame.  It gave them something appropriate to do with their hands and something safe to talk about.  Lying next to each other, they made fun of their friends’ questionable-at-best choices - Holster making out with his ex, Esther (again), Ransom instigating body shots, Shitty’s general personality.  The best chirps got sent to the group chat, but mostly they were just giggling to themselves and speaking in broken sentences as they realized they were nowhere near the losers of this week’s morning after.  Jack even went as far as to say,

“I think I definitely chose the best place to wake up today.”  And even though Eric knew how Jack really meant that, his brain couldn’t really switch off the nagging curiosity of what could be if Jack thought differently - was different.

The chat died back down after a while, everyone either going out in search of food or back to sleep.  Jack locked his phone back up, let out a final stretch-and-groan, and asked,

“Wanna hit Commons?  I’m getting pretty hungry.”  Eric took the out and agreed, hopping out of bed and shucking out of his pajamas.  He tried not to imagine Jack’s eyes on him as he dressed.  When he turned around, Jack was idly thumbing through his textbook.

“You ready?” Jack looked back up.

“Oh.  Yeah, let’s go.”

At Commons, Jack and Eric split up - Jack to the omelette bar, Eric to the buffet.  He loaded his plate with a pile of french toast sticks and homefries, drowning the whole thing in the watered-down fake syrup in the vat at the end of the line.  Jack sidled up behind him, and in lieu of greeting said,

“You should eat more protein.”  Eric jumped, flushed, and finally defended his breakfast.

“I am a figure skater, I need energy.  If I become some muscle-brained jock-head I won’t be able to get any lift to my jumps.”

“Hey, a muscle-brained jock-head just saved your grade.”

“I’m just sayin’, don’t go mocking my diet plan - I get results.”

Jack conceded the point then, and sat down with his heap of egg whites and spinach, tucking in with one last glance at Eric’s plate that fell between longing and dismay.  Looking at the man himself, Eric could relate.  Jack was sweet and smart and handsome, and whenever Eric had brought Philip to hang out with the guys, he hadn’t batted an eye, just chatted as politely as Jack ever managed about college plans and books they were reading.  He was exactly the kind of friend he’d dreamed of having in Georgia.  If he was being completely honest with himself, Jack was the kind of boyfriend he’d dreamed of.  But there be dragons.

Because for all that he went to a super-queer liberal arts college and might accidentally minor in Women’s, Gender, and Sexuality Studies, Jack Zimmermann seemed as straight as an arrow shaft.  And even if he did like men, he was older and played football and drank horrific concoctions that contained lots of kale and protein powder.  There was no way Eric would be remotely his type.  Eric could feel himself getting maudlin, so he shook himself and took a sip of coffee to ground himself.

“Falling asleep there Bittle?”  Jack asked, smirking over his orange juice.

“I don’t know how in the hell you’re even awake right now,” he covered.

“I did get a little extra sleep,” Jack reminded him, and god did he not need to be reminded of Jack falling asleep spooned up against him.

“That’s right,  you abandoned me,” Eric teased.

“I did not,” he objected.  “I was there the whole time.”

“And what’s your alibi, the drool patch on the back of my shirt?”

“I do not drool!”  This came out louder than Jack had probably meant for and they got a couple of looks.  “Do not!” Jack whispered forcefully, leaning across the table.

“Do too!” Eric whispered back, leaning in as well.  Their faces were inches apart, and Eric had to fight to keep his face from softening.  In the end he couldn’t quite manage it after Jack reached up to wipe a smear of syrup from his cheek, the pad of it rough and warm on Eric’s face, and then licked the syrup off like it was nothing.  And then made an exaggeratedly offended expression at how ludicrously fake it tasted.  

Eric hated his life.  Before he could do anything stupid, he leaned back into his own space and returned to his breakfast.

The dining hall offerings were meager enough that Eric texted his mother to say he was coming over for dinner and did she need anything from the store.  She told him to grab eggs and some greens for a salad and “I’m thinking I’ll do brownies for dessert.  Maybe you can pick up some ice cream to put on top.”  Eric didn’t miss what a loaded statement that was.  His mama thought brownies were just about the lowest a baked good could sink.  Tiny batches, an inelegant slop of batter waiting in a pan, and finicky to make to boot.  But they were Coach’s favorite comfort food, hot and sticky fresh out of the oven, a scoop of ice cream melting over top.

“What’s wrong with Coach?” he asked.  Mama sighed.

“I don’t know, baby.  He was just in a rotten mood when he came home from practice.  He was real quiet, just took a beer and a puddin’ cup back to his study.”

“I wonder what happened,” Eric murmured, thinking briefly of Jack and wondering if he was upset too.  He clicked away from the call to his messaging window and sent off a quick text to Jack.  Coach is in a mood.  You alright?  There was no reply bubbles, but he hadn’t expected a prompt reply.  Instead of waiting to hear back, he wrapped up the call with Mama and headed off to the Stop & Shop.  

Back at the house, he set the bags of groceries down on the kitchen table and started rifling through for the greens to get started on the salad.  

“Thank you, baby,” Mama said, brushing a hand across his back as she passed behind.  “I know you’re just on the other side of town, but I do miss having you around.”  He laughs, but tucks his chin over her shoulder on his way to get tongs, promising,

“I miss you too.”  

They had everything set out on the table in a few minutes, and Suzanne hollered “Riiiichard!  Diiiiner!” towards the back of the house.  Coach joined them a moment later, dropping into his seat at the head of the table with a grunt that sounded more pained than ill-tempered.  He complimented Suzanne on dinner and asked “Junior” how his classes were going as always, and between bites, Eric and his mama traded glances.

Neither of them dared ask about practice until the brownies were cut and ice cream scooped.  Only then did Suzanne clear her throat and and ask, “So sweetheart, how was practice?”  Eric shoved a large spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, anticipating a long-winded speech about whatever the boys had done to piss him off.  Instead, Coach looked a little awkward and addressed Eric.

“Well, funny enough, I wanted to talk to you about that.”

“Oh?”  Eric’s ind raced, frantically trying to recall if he’d played a part in any activities that could’ve affected the boys’ game.  “Well fire away.”

“It’s - it’s a favor - a biggun, and you can say no.”

“Okay…Daddy, you’re makin me nervous.”

“Sorry, sorry.  Uh, well, you know how our backup kicker has been on leave with mono?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it seems our starting kicker busted his ankle playing soccer.”

“Oh…So you want me to…”

“Fill in, yeah.”

“Coach…”

“I know.  I said it was big.  And I can see about pulling one of the boys from fourth string, but you’ve got a good leg and you know the team.”

“Richard,” Suzanne warned.

“And kickers hardly ever get tackled,” he promised.

“Richard, that’s enough,” Suzanne said again, firmer.  Eric was silent for a moment, staring at his father.  Things were different now than they were in Georgia, he knew this.  He had his father’s support, the boys knew he was gay and didn’t make an ordeal of it - a few of them were even queer too.  The only thing that really bothered him still was the idea of being tackled, but the fact that Ransom and Holster would be his defense…

“I’ll do it.”

“You will?”  Both his parents sounded shocked, but a grin was breaking out from under Coach’s moustache.  Meanwhile ama looked like she’d swallowed a frog.  

“Dicky, you know you don’t have to, right?  Not if this is gonna bring your problem back.”

“I’m not gonna faint, Mama,” he told her, trying not to sound irritated.  “You’re not supposed to even touch the kicker, and besides…” Eric looked at his father.  “I wanna help the team.”  Coach nodded, beaming.

“Practice is at 3:30 tomorrow.  We’ll get you out there and see if you’re comfortable, and if all goes well, we’ll play you Friday.”

“I’ll be there,” Eric promised.

“Thank you,” Coach said.  “I can’t tell you how much it means that you’re even willing to try.”  Eric nods at his father, but when he stands to clear the table, he’s engulfed in a bear hug.  He squeezes his eyes shut and reminds himself that his father is already proud of him.  This is just icing on the cake.

[taeguboi]

Jin Reaction To You Confessing While Drunk [Angst, Smut and Fluff Versions!]

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Sorry, it’s been a few days! In the process of writing the J-Hope version also, and working on requests to schedule before college comes back around in a few weeks! Hope you are all having a good holiday

Rap Monster ¦¦ Suga ¦¦ J-Hope ¦¦ Jimin ¦¦ V ¦¦ Jungkook

The Confession

It had been a while since you and Seokjin had properly caught up or spent time together so on your first afternoon off from work, you agreed to meet at a local pub restaurant situated between your places.

With the meals followed drinks, and, what the heck, make it alcoholic! You both deserve it!

But what you don’t think you deserve is the way these feelings about Seokjin keep creeping back up on you every goddamn time you meet. It’s something you desperately try to shirk off throughout the afternoon and into the evening, but the drink’s telling you to just speak up to clear the air for yourself.

“Ah, it’s a shame this wasn’t a date, Seokjinnie... You’re so charming and handsome, and... damn, I think I’m in love with you” you sigh

Angst

Your confession does anything but clear the air; in fact, the air and waters are much more murky now... You are just having a joke around, right?... Riiight??...

Seokjin just stares at you for a minute, without a clue whether you’re kidding or not... and then all he can do is laugh like an idiot in a really high pitch, causing people in the room to turn and glare at him. And he really wants to stop because he’s embarrassing himself but he just can’t, because now he’s more sure that you’re serious, so when he stops [and he’s really gonna have to before he gets kicked out...] he’s gonna have to face the music...

“I’m sorry y/n, but you can’t just throw something like that upon someone...”

“I want to ask ‘why not?’ but I suppose I get it...” you sigh, readying yourself to leave.

He feels like a jerk already and most certainly doesn’t want you to leave... In his mind, he low key considers maybe setting you up with a friend because you only deserve the best, and he can’t exactly wish that he liked you back; you can’t wish for feelings you don’t have.

“Y/n, don’t go... This has been such a nice afternoon... Why spoil it by leaving in such a hurry? Besides, you’ve perhaps been a little happy with the booze, so...”

“Not to be funny, ‘Jin, but how would you feel if you confessed to a girl and she rejected you? You wouldn’t exactly wanna stay around, would you...?...”

Angst-Smut

Seokjin knows an attractive face when he sees one, and he just so understands that attraction in you... but there wasn’t any emotion there for you. So it would be wrong to just have his way with you and nothing more, right?

“Okay, okay... I get you...” he replies to your comment about not wanting to stay around. “Leave if you must, and I won’t mention it again”

Part of him actually hopes you will go before his own drunken mind gets a little out of control and he offers to walk you home or something.

“Fine, but you might have to walk me home, sorry... I don’t feel so hot right now...” 

You say this to him, but he couldn’t disagree more... Dammit, why did you have to be attractive?

“I wouldn’t say so... You still look pretty good right now” he tells you, the compliment confusing you.

“’Jin, don’t mess with me...”

“Hey! I’m not messing! Can I not give you a compliment?”

“I mean, yeah, sure, but... isn’t that a little contrasting?”

“Not exactly, no... Emotional and physical attraction is like apples and oranges... They’re both attractions but not quite the same...”

“Pfft, silly... apples and oranges aren’t attractions... Emotional and physical ar--- oh, I see what you mean...” you say with a nervous chuckle. Yeah... You’ve definitely had too much to drink...

You continue to talk the evening away and the chat becomes somehow more flirty due to the influence of the drinks that you continue to each drink. The pub becomes more crowded, so you lean in further towards one another in order to hear each other. 

No longer thinking as clearly as he did earlier, and unable to resist any longer, he places a hand on your leg and it sends shivers down your spine. You respond positively by placing your hand over his, encouraging the subtle strokes back and forth.

You get up to order the next round, and when you come back, you instead sit next to Seokjin instead of the other side of the table, and that’s when it gets much more sexual. The feeling becomes so urgent for the both of you that you don’t even leave the pub to try and fulfil those needs, exhibitionism being something Seokjin has always liked the idea of. 

[I may or may not have been thinking of this video (video link nsfw) when writing this] You find yourself becoming very daring, brushing your hand over his crotch area, making him so hard for you and he finds himself begging for you to do more right here and now.

He lets you have complete control over him; after all, it’s the least he can do after earlier when you must have felt out of control with your feelings... Alright, perhaps this isn’t helping in the long term, but... the dick wants what the dick wants, and right now, it’s your hand pumping him up and down, not even fully under the table.

After this little sexual endeavour, you guys might return to each other when you’re feeling needy, but he can never take it to a relationship level, and somewhere down the line, he helps you get over your feelings for him, probably because the experiences teach you that feelings don’t have to be attached to have a fuck.

Fluff

At first, Seokjin is silent after your confession... is he thinking wishfully or did that just happen? Did you just say those words to him? He’s going to be a little arrogant in response so he can play it off as a joke, just in case you’re kidding. His guard is up for now, and he doesn’t wanna turn out an idiot at the end of this drinking session meal.

“How could you not fall in love with a face like mine?...”

“‘Jin, I know you think that was a joke, but... it wasn’t” you tell him.

He leans over the table immediately to kiss you. This is what he’s been waiting for for quite a while now; all he needed was a confirmation that you might actually also see him as more than a friend.

He pulls away from the kiss so he can tell you “First of all, if this was a date, I wouldn’t take you here... Only the best for you, y/n...”

Fluff-Smut

“I think we should move on to somewhere else... honey” he smiles at you.

“Oh yeah?” you reply. “Any ideas?”

“I don’t know, I was thinking just somewhere... with a little more privacy... I mean, this is big...”

“Okay, okay... Your place?”

The rest of the night is spent drinking at a slower pace and just having really deep chats about everything and anything, and although there’s less kissing or hugging than you might have expected in a situation like this, this is all you need. You learn things you thought you would never find out about him, and you tell him some of your biggest secrets.

You even start to make arrangements throughout the ongoing month so that you can see each other more often, resulting in you staying over at his place on weekends so he can come home from work to you or vice versa, depending on your schedules.

One night, you come home to a dimmer room than usual, but then you notice the candles and the chill music...

“’Jin?” you call out, still not seeing him as you walk into the living room. He appears from the kitchen with... is that a rose?

“You sounded like you had a tough day earlier on the phone, so... I wanted to treat you and allow you to relax... Come, I’ve made dinner for you”

Seokjin gives you such a romantic evening, even just having a meal with him in the kitchen feels like a fancy date at some high end restaurant, only here, you get to kiss and cuddle as much as you want, and your own personal cinema is right there in the next room where you watch a couple of rom-coms and it’s so cosy.

The two of you just end up getting more and more intimate, and the atmosphere really encourages a more sexual feeling, and you discover that romantic sex is the best sex. He lays you down gently on the bed as though you were a princess, and he kisses every inch of your body, not missing a single part.

The feeling you get once he’s inside of you is unbelievable. He starts of slowly and sensually, and then halts to look into your eyes and say

“Your confession was the best thing that ever happened to me; I’m never going to forget it”

[velkynkarma]

I've just read your cool One Piece/Voltron posts, and I was wondering how do you think the rest of the paladins would get along the crew when they came to save Shiro or whatever? (Pidge would would LOVE Franky and Chopper.)

I’m only gonna go into one or two interactions for each paladin, because otherwise I could write a whole essay on character interactions. Even prior to the timeskip there were a LOT of Strawhats, it’d be difficult to write their interactions with each paladin :P Shiro’s been covered here and here, so he won’t be covered extensively in this list.

As a general rule I think most of Team Voltron would get along with the Straw Hats. The Straw Hats are a kind of weird bunch, but I think once team Voltron adjusts to the bizarre physics and powers and generally weird antics of the Straw Hats they’d be okay with them. They’re a generally friendly bunch after all. I think they might have a few ideals barriers at first with the Straw Hats, since they are outlaws and Luffy professes to not want to be a hero, which is kind of what Voltron is all about. But the Straw Hats tend to do heroic things quite often anyway just to help people out because they’re not assholes, so I think they’d get along okay in the end. I can see the paladins getting a little exhausted by the high-energy Straw Hat crew, especially more reclusive characters like Keith, but overall they’d all work well together.Also, the Straw Hats are totally psyched about the entire concept of Voltron, especially Chopper, Franky and Usopp, because they are experts on Giant Interconnecting Robots, naturally. Except Robin. Robin is Not Amused. Or Zoro. Zoro doesn’t remember because he forgot it. On purpose. But I think there are a few team/crew interactions that could be of interest.Hunk and Sanji: Oh my goodness fuck YES. This is the one I would want to see the most. Enthusiastic gourmet with an incredible palette, and professionally trained gourmet chef. I feel like Sanji would try to give Hunk crap at first just like he would for any of the chefs back home, but since Hunk tends to be a little more passive (more like Usopp in general temperament), this might get a little rocky. Sanji’s pretty perceptive though, he’d probably eventually back off and just focus on the one passion they both have, FOOD. I CAN see a major conflict showing up at some point since Hunk has proven to be a bit wasteful of food in the past (he threw some of Sal’s worse offerings around when he didn’t approve, and was 100% involved in the food fight, or the food goo attack), whereas Sanji treats food like it’s sacred. You don’t waste food, period. That might be a point of contention, but I can see Hunk really learning from it, and the two would get along pretty good after that. Bonus: through weird coincidence they both play the same leg. I can also see him hanging out with Franky or Usopp though, both for their technical/engineering savvy...and Usopp because he’s funny. Keith and Zoro: As a general rule I don’t see Keith getting along with most of the Straw Hats, or at least struggling with the high-energy crazy stakes of the ship. Keith likes quiet. The Straw Hats are the very antithesis of “quiet.” Keith also doesn’t really like loud enthusiasm, or people who shirk the very big responsibility of saving the world. The Straw Hats are literal outlaws with wanted bounties and they don’t give two figs about saving the world (even if, through coincidence, they often do—for the Straw Hats, they only do so because it’s personal in some way, or they just Happened To Be There). But I can see Keith getting along with Zoro, who’s closest to him in temperament. Zoro also tends to be the outsider in the crew as well, since he’s quieter and a little warier than the others. Also, Zoro is an expert at not just swordsmanship, but dual- and triple-wielding swords. I can see Keith deciding to train with him just to learn new techniques for even higher levels of expertise. Shiro: Keith, please tell me you’re not learning that three-sword style...Keith: Of course not, that’s ridiculous.Shiro: Oh, good—Keith: I mean, I only have two swords.Shiro:.....A secondary character would probably be Robin, who’s also quiet and calm...and also has quiet an understanding for some dark and sordid pasts, so she could relate if he needed a listening ear.Lance and Usopp: I can absolutely see these two having a lot in common and getting along well. They’re both the people-person of their respective group, they’re both the resident snipers, they both have a tendency to want to run away from conflict unless they have to stay and fight, and they both have insecurity issues in regards to their place on the team where everyone else has a clear-cut role. Usopp’s dream is just to be a brave warrior, whereas most of the rest of his team has some form of ‘be the best at X’ or ‘do X first,’ which implies some degree of expertise in order to be successful. Likewise, Lance often equates ‘success’ with ‘being the best at something,’ even if that definition of success doesn’t really suit his own skillsets (which are geared towards people, or supporting others). I think they could relate here. Obviously, they are also both excellent shooters and great at keeping people entertained, and I have a feeling they could get up to some insane shenanigans as a team.That said I can also see Lance getting into some real spats with Sanji over girls, because they are both the resident would-be Cassanovas of their teams. That could get ugly, especially since I’m pretty sure in one-on-one combat Sanji’s gonna win that one hands down. (Lance totally hits on Robin and Nami at first. Sanji comes to their defense, he thinks. Robin finds them both amusing; Nami thinks they’re both idiots...but she will absolutely play Lance like a fiddle if she needs something from him).Bonus Bonus:Sanji: *kicks Zoro through a wall*Zoro: *throws Sanji off the deck*Lance: Ugh, those two are so loud! Why are they always arguing?! Keith: I know. Can’t they just get along? They’re on the same team!Every Other Straw Hat and Paladin: *dumbfounded stare at Lance and Keith*Pidge and Franky: Franky is the most tech-savvy guy on the team. In the absence of computers, Pidge would be all over the more mechanical aspects of the crew. She would absolutely want to know how the hell a cola-powered engine works, how Franky gets that much weaponry stored away inside of himself, and all about how the Thousand Sunny works. It’s a kooky kind of engineering and lacks the delicate elegance of the Castle of Lions or the natural efficiency of the Olkari technology, but it’s strangely effective and highly intriguing. I don’t know that Pidge would like Chopper the most, they don’t seem like they have a lot in common. He’s cute, but Pidge hasn’t been proven to fall head over heels for cute things in the show like she does for machines (Beezer), which Chopper isn’t. The person I can see her interacting with the next most is probably Usopp, who also invents all kinds of stuff, or maybe Robin, who’s a bookworm, and that might appeal to Pidge in other ways. Allura and Nami: Nami has already proven she’ll adopt princesses in the past and I think Allura would be no exception. I think Nami would invite Allura to hang out with her and avoid the insanity of the majority of her crew (plus the rest of Voltron, once they get involved), and considering how frustrated Allura got with team Voltron fooling around with the gun noises, I think she could probably use the break. Allura and Nami are also the respective navigators for their team/crew, so I think they’d have quite a lot to discuss (space travel vs ocean travel, for example, or Allura offering input on maps and planets, since she’s frankly amazed they haven’t even managed to map their own world yet). Allura gets along with Robin really well too, and Chopper, because they’re both shapeshifters. But perhaps the craziest moment is when she and Zoro end up in an arm wrestling match, because she can match him evenly in a no-holds-barred strength fight, to the shock and awe of every single Straw Hat crew member. I mean, this is the same guy who threw a building at an opponent once, and Allura’s just like, “Oh, what a quaint game you humans have, with these strength matches.” (On the flip side, every Voltron paladin is frankly stunned any human can keep up with Allura at all). Coran and Brook: Look, they’re both the old uncle-grandpa type characters of the team. They’re kooky, they’re quaint, they’re deceptively polite and formal, but they can still kick six kinds of ass if you threaten their team/crew, and don’t you forget it. Coran laughs at all of Brook’s skull jokes even though he only gets maybe 20% of them. Brook yo-ho-hos for a solid minute at the Coranic joke. Brook listens to all of Coran’s old war stories and tales of ye olden dayes, and is able to reproduce some Altean music after getting a bit of a walkthrough to how it works, so they can sing old Altean folksongs and such. Coran learns every word of Bink’s Sake and will belt it out at the top of his lungs with great enthusiasm. Coran and Brook also know what it’s like to be an only survivor, and to watch the rest of your race/crew die, while being the only one to carry on a tradition or still keep a promise to those people. Coran also gets along with Franky well (again, mechanic, and that inherent paternal instinct that’s kind of there but silly). He’ll help Sanji out with setting places or with minor food prep too, but Sanji’s banned him from anything more intense than that after that horrible Paladin Lunch. Which he forced down like a trooper because  you don’t waste food, but man, never again. The Space Mice and Chopper: Chopper’s the only other one who can understand the space mice besides Allura, I have a feeling they’d get along great. They can talk to each other and share adventures. It’d be awesome for them.Luffy gets along with everyone in the same way he gets along with everyone in canon: About 75% of the time you want to clock him for being an idiot, and 20% of the time he’s friendly or calm enough that you’re just kind of neutral to him, but then there’s that 5% of the time he shows an incredible display of wisdom or leadership and you go “Oh...that’s why we listen to this guy.” All the Voltron paladins have seen it at this point, so they’ll put up with Luffy’s goofy antics, play with him, tell him stories about their giant cats that turn into a giant robot, and pull him out of the water a dozen times in a day, because it’s endearing in a weird way, but they also know he’s got their back when they’re in trouble. Hands down. No questions asked. He’ll tear apart an entire island if that’s what it takes to save them, ‘cause they’re his friends, and that’s what Luffy does.(The paladins all refused to join in on Tactics Fifteen though, because...no. Just. No).

[writingismyhappytime]

Baby Daddy (Part 6)

Ryan Sitkowski x reader

Warnings: language, angst, mention of abortion

"Well that didn't go well." Ryan glares. "Well, it didn't . She ran off."

"Did we scare her off?" Vinny asks, still sitting in the floor. "Like she bolted dude." "Yeah, I kinda noticed." "Maybe meeting all of us at once was overwhelming," Ghost suggests, sitting on the couch arm. "Plus it's all new for her." "Yeah, I think she's still adjusting to the fact her and Ryan made a thing together and now they're trapped for like, eighteen years." Vinny says. Ryan looks like he's going to be sick. "Vinny!" "Ow! Stop hitting me already!" Ryan leans back against the wall worriedly. He knows you don't want a kid with him, he doesn't take it personally; neither of you want to be parents at the moment. You don't know each other well, you've only been dating a few months --- you haven't met each others parents yet! You just now met his band! You're completely jumping all the stepping stones! Not that that was a conscious decision. You were going to get rid of the baby, make life go on as usual. Ryan knows he pushed you to it, that it wasn't something you wanted. He sort of wonders if you would have actually gone through with it. Knowing you... well, he's still not sure. Where did you go, anyway? Back home? He knows you just have your mother, that the two of you aren't close at all. He doesn't know of any other family, at least not that you've ever mentioned. Should he go after you? Is he expected too? He doesn't know what to do! He doesn't know how to do this! You're having a baby --- his baby! That's his child growing in there... somewhere... and doesn't he have a responsibility to care for it now? For you? Sure, he doesn't know you well, you've not been together long --- but does that matter? Isn't that kid more important nos? Ryan feels like shit. He's been thinking more about himself, how this is going to affect his life and not yours. You're the one who has to carry the child, who will have to care for it while he's off on tour, living his life in exactly the same way. You're stuck with it, constantly. It's like a light bulb goes off in his head, and he finally pulls his head out of his ass long enough to see the big picture. His life won't change all that much, yours will. There's no way in hell you're giving up that baby, not even for adoption. The two of you don't have to stay a couple, sometimes shit doesn't work out, but that kid... Just because you're not a couple, it doesn't mean you can't be good parents. Or at least try. The two of you can make it work for the kids sake, right? His parents made it work, thousands of people make it work Why should the two of you be any different? "I'm such an asshole." Everyone turns at Ryans mutter. "Well, if you would have asked one of us, we could have told you that." Vinny volunteers after a moment of silence. "Are you being an asshole on something specific?" "Remind me why you're in the band again?" Ryan scowls, already moving towards the front door. "Ouch, my feelings." "Where are you going?" Ricky asks, starting to rise to his feet. "Ryan?" "I gotta, uh --- I gotta ---." "Go be a baby daddy?" "Yeah, kind of." "Go on, man. I'll make sure no one burns down our house." "I'm not sure if I should say thanks or not," Ryan says as he's grabbing his jacket and shirking it on. He frowns as he looks around. "Where the fuck are my keys!?" Why do they keep disappearing!? ~~~~~ You sniffle, your legs tightly curled as you cling to your pillow. You've been crying for the past two hours and you can't seem to make yourself stop either. You tossed yourself on your bed and you haven't moved since. Ryan doesn't understand, he never will. You haven't told your mom, your assistant --- you'd both agreed not to say a word until it was time! You could still lose the baby, you read all about miscarriages and to wait till twelve weeks because then it's less likely ---. It makes you cry harder because you're so scared. You don't know if you'd be happy if you lost it or not, it makes you feel like a shit person for even thinking. Is it selfish? To not want it? If Ryan leaves you, can you give it up for adoption? Do you want to keep it? It's your flesh and blood, it's legit going to come out of your loins --- how can you carry something for almost a year, push it out of your body, and then give it away? You're not sure you could do that either. No, you'd have to keep it, no matter what happens. Your mother took care of you, even if it was begrudgingly; she didn't want a baby, she didn't want to raise you by yourself with no help from your disappearing dad, but she did. And if she can Damn well do it, so can you! By yourself! You have your stupid store, and it's been doing well --- Ryan doesn't seem the type of guy to leave you high and dry anyway. And he's famous, it's not like he can just up and disappear either. So he... so he can't just.... leave you... Can he? He'd have to at least pay child support, the courts would make him. You'd make him. Right? It'll work out? It has to work out. You're so scared it won't, that you'll... that you'll be an awful mother and your baby will hate you and you'll be this bitter shell just like your mother and be resentful of your baby but you just want to love it and care for it and, and ---. You're bawling. You're squalling like a child, you can't help it, everything just seems to be crumbling down around you! The past few weeks have been utter hell! You don't know what you're supposed to do! You're not religious, but should you start praying? Take your baby to church? Will that make anything better? You sound like a complete idiot. You almost hate yourself for being so frightened. But how else can you feel? You've never been so unsure of your future, not in years. How can you plan? ~~~~~~ Ryan stands outside your apartment door like he has for the last five minutes, his hand raised and poised to knock. He hasn't yet. What if you hit him? Scream at him to leave? Should he leave? Do you actually want him to stay? He's confusing himself. What should he do? He finally found his keys, drove all the way over --- now he's at a loss. Shit. Since when did this become so difficult? He kind of wants to kick himself in the balls --- okay, no he doesn't, that shit hurts. Okay, deep breath --- he just has to knock! Just knock, you'll either answer the door or you won't --- totally that simple. He's mentally screaming. What the fuck should he do? Welp, now he's definitely fucking panicking. He wants to talk to you, he wants to make plans and work shit out --- even if your relationship fails and burns in hell, he wants the kid happy. Will it look like you? Will it look like him? Boy? Girl? Pineapple? Uh, probably not that last one. Point being... he doesn't care. He'll love it, won't he? It's like, automatic. The thing comes out, starts screaming, and immediately the parents fall in love. Yes? No. Not at fucking all. Oh Jesus he's so going to fail at this! Shit shit shit! Fuck! Ryan runs his hands down his face in aggravation. Well, he's gonna have to nut up, talk to you --- he can't just pretend the situation doesn't exist. So he has to knock. And he does. He has to knock a few times, try like repeatedly hammering his hand against the door, before he ever hears any movement on your end. There's a shuffling sound, and then he can hear the locks clicking. It seems an eternity before your apartment door slowly swings open, creaking obnoxiously like something out of a horror movie; he keeps meaning to oil the hinges. You blink at him a few times as you recognize him, your eyes red and puffy, skin blotchy from crying so long. You look terrible. Ryan knows it's his fault. "Hey..." He manages, his throat feeling tight. You frown up at him, giving him the same dark, studying look you have since you found out you were pregnant. It's not been easy, and it won't be, Ryan figures, but still. "Look, I..." Ryan runs a hand through his hair. "Uh, can I come in? Can we talk?" "What could you possibly want to talk about now?" You sniffle, raising a hand to rub your eyes. "Everything." Everything? Ryans made everything clear enough to you! You're pregnant, not dumb! He didn't want you to get rid of the baby, he didn't want that guilt on his conscience, but that didn't mean he wanted a child. "Look, (Y/N), I --- I know I've not exactly been --- well I've been a dick, okay!? I don't know how to handle this shit, but I never pretended that I did! I just --- I don't know what to do!" "You think I do?" You demand, your hands going to your hips. "You think I have any fucking clue!?" You motion at your stomach. "I don't know what to do with this thing!" "We don't have to do anything," Ryan shakes his head quickly, his hands rising appeasingly. "We just... let nature take its course, do its thing." "You mean I just get fat and push it out. And then what, Ryan!? We have to raise it!" "I know! And we will!" "You mean I will!" You hiss, bristling in the doorway. "You can run off for your music and get away, but I can't! I have to stay with it twenty four seven! You don't actually have to do ---." "You don't have to yell!" Ryan snaps, glancing around nervously. He's not exactly thrilled that all your neighbors are hearing everything. "Let's just go inside and ---." "No! No I don't want to go inside!" you gasp, rubbing furiously at the tears seeping from beneath your lashes. "You can say what you want to here, and then you can leave me alone!" "(Y/N) ---." "You're just going to leave anyway, why not just do it now and make it easier on everyone!?" You hiss vehemently, unable to see anymore for your tears. "Just, just ---." Ryan's chest twists, and he doesn't think about it as he steps forward, winding his arms around you. You just cry, your fingers curling into his shirt as you bury your face against his neck, letting him hold you. You just, you just don't know what to do! Everything seems so impossible right now! You're so scared! "Shh, everything is going to be alright," Ryan murmurs, shuffling forward. You take a few steps back, allowing the two of you into the apartment, hearing your front door close. "We're going to work this out, I promise," Ryan tells you, gently rubbing your lower back. "I promise. I won't leave, that's my kid in there after all. I have to teach him how to play guitar and break things and be reckless and you have to yell at us for it." You frown slightly. "I mean, think about it. I have to teach him about guy stuff, where to buy all his porn mags ---." "Ryan!" You huff, scowling against his skin. He chuckles, pressing his lips against your forehead. "You know what I mean." "But what if it's a girl?" "Well, then I teach her about guy stuff anyway, I won't discriminate." You hide your reluctant smile, shaking your head as you nuzzle closer. "You're so stupid." "Maybe." You sigh, holding him tight a moment more before finally pulling away, wiping at your rather sore cheeks. "I'm sorry... that I kind of freaked out on you earlier." "It's alright, I kind of was being a jackass. I should have told you that the band was over and... well maybe I shouldn't have told them so soon, but they're kind of my family...." " It's alright, Ryan," you sigh, shaking your head. "I mean, I get it." "Are you sure?" Ryan sounds a little nervous. "Should I grovel?" You chuckle, shaking your head. "No groveling required." Thank God, he really don't want to have to grovel. He glances around your messy apartment, scanning almost. He knows it won't be big enough for two people, let alone three. Especially not a baby. The two of you will need a place together, or kick Ricky out one. Nah, Ryan kind of wants to keep Ricky. So a new place. "Do you wanna move in with me?" Ryan asks, point blank as he looks down at you. "I mean, we can find a place together, two bedroom." "Ryan, we can't afford that," you sniffle, stepping back from him, rubbing your sore eyes. "I have all my money in the store." "I can afford it, don't worry. We'll make something work, I got this." "You say that, but what if we break up!?" You demand, staring up at him. "Then what? You move back in with Ricky, leave me with a huge fucking apartment bill and a baby!?" "I would never do that!" Ryan scowls, starting to get a little irritated. "I would pay and shit ---." "Yeah, that's what you say! You'll 'pay' you say, but money doesn't make a good parent! You have to be there for your child!" "And I will be! But shit --- you're writing me off before I even get a chance!" You can't help it; everyone else walked out on you when you needed them, why should he be any different?   If he's gone now, in the beginning, then it won't hurt so much later. Right? That's always how it's been. If you're going to have this baby, you want to make sure it's life is so much better then the childhood you had. You can still remember your mother, smoking while she sat at the dingy kitchen table, bitching about bills and how expensive it is to feed a child. You'd felt guilty just for existing. You'd felt like a burden even when you'd worked your way through high school and paid as many bills as you could --- you'd released pleasing a bitter woman was impossible. So you won't be that, you want your baby to be loved, even if it's just by one parent. You know Ryan wants to try, but you don't expect him to be there, you can't have that hope. It hurts when it's gone. Ryan is beyond frustrated. This is going to take some serious finagling on his part. "(Y/N)..." He gazes at you, his brain trying to figure out what to say, to convince you not to give up on him so quick. He's a little pissed you're writing him off so soon, but... well, he knows your dad walked out when you were young, that it was just you and your mom and you're not very close with her. Something along those lines. Maybe that has something to do with it? Ryans not an asshole, he intends on being there for his kid no matter what. He'll fight you over this no matter how long it takes, he's gonna be in its life. He's it's dad. So maybe that's what he needs to tell you. "(Y/N), look, I'm not going to fight with you over this." He says calmly, crossing his arms as he stares you down. "This is my kid, no doubt about it. I'm going to be here for it, I'm going to help fucking raise it, alright!?" You eyeball him, wondering if that's the truth or not. You cross your arms defensively, leaning back on your heels. You don't say anything, you're not sure what you can, so you stay quiet. "Well?" Ryan shifts anxiously, you're never just silent. "Come on, you know that's my baby. Sure, the timing isn't exactly ideal, but we're gonna figure this shit out. We have too. We're parents now." "We don't have to be parents," you mutter, looking down. "We already decided against that, didn't we?" Ryan snaps, not wanting to ever bring that up again. "That's not going to happen. We're having a baby, and that's that. We just need to figure out the details." "Details?" "Yes. We need to start prepping! Like, buying it clothes and stuff, maybe stocking up on supplies. Maybe start looking for apartments where we can live together. I mean, we can do a trial run to see if it works --- I can stay with you for a week or you can stay with me for a week --- we can alternate ---." You stare at Ryan, leaning back on your bare heels. He'd put a lot of thought into the bullshit he was spewing, didn't he? Did he really want it? "You know this is commitment, right? Like, for at least eighteen years. Child support. All that." "I don't care about money, (Y/N.) I know a kid is expensive. Shit, I got this. We got this. We can do it." Ryan sounds so earnest, like he really thinks so. "You just gotta give it a chance." A chance? "but what if it doesn't work out?" "Then we deal with it. It doesn't matter how we feel, it matters about the kid, right? So even if we don't work out, we can make it work with the kid." You sigh, rubbing your face wearily. You're not so sure about any of this. You don't exactly Want a baby, Ryan doesn't either, but it seems the two of you are committed. Well, of course there's still time to get rid of it... But you're not sure you can do it. You're just... "Okay," you finally manage, nodding your head. You're resigned, Ryan seems so adamant about it, you might as well give it a shot. When it fails, at least you'll be prepared. You'll have the baby, right?

[0225pm]

070318

7 march 2018

i met my bb today.

i was worried.

i just can’t sit back knowing that he feels so miserable.

i just want to be there for him even if i can’t do much, even if i can only gift my presence and my listening ears.

initially i wanted to take the bus and then the train to his place and so i rushed. i showered and prepped and then left the house and he still hasn’t replied to my last text to him.

i didn’t want to pressure him so i waited and while waiting for his reply, i decided to take the bus to the macpherson mrt (require less changing of train lines since macpherson mrt is on the yellow line so i was thinking of stopping at bishan and then changing to the red line towards yew tee).

he replied me soon after asking where i was and to not come if this happens again. but i told him i can’t do that, i can’t not come even if he said not to. how could i not come see him after all the things he said on instastory? which girlfriend wouldn’t be worried when their boyfriend writes and posts things about hunger and death? maybe people will say things like “wow i think you love your boyfriend too much already to go all the way to see him just because of a post like that”.

first things first, yes i love him. a whole damn lot. in fact, i love him so much words honestly can’t express how much i love him and because i love him, i care for him too. i don’t want him suffering alone in silent, beating himself up and acting like he’s ok, like everything’s alright when it’s not. we even promised each other to tell each other things, no matter good or bad. i want to unload the burden and sadness and whatever negativity he’s keeping inside of him, even if i can’t do anything much to help him i just want to make him feel better. to let him know that he’s not alone, that i will always always always be there for him no matter the circumstances we’re in.

secondly, he don’t always rant or talk about emotions and feelings much, so for him to actually do that and publicized it on socmed was really shocking for me which then leads to me worrying about him. which is why, i can’t just not be worried. even if people feel like it’s nothing serious or if he’s just being dramatic, in my eyes it worries me because it’s so unlike him. he is always the one joking around, being happy and smiling but no one really knows how he feels deep inside, not even me if he chose to mask his stress and anger and sadness. no one can feel what he’s feeling even if you try to put yourself in his shoes cus let’s be real, unless you yourself is facing the exact same situation as he’s in, you’ll never be able to totally 100% relate to whatever he’s feeling.

ok back to the story.

i then ended up booking an uber from macpherson mrt towards his place cus for some reason i felt like i should reach his place asap. it was already about 830+ by the time i got in an uber. i managed to reach his place at 855pm and upon reaching his area, i saw him waiting at the void deck while the car drove past to head into the car park. tbh i thought that he’d be home and then i’ll just call him down. i didn’t know that he was waiting for me at the void deck until i saw him.

ok then i wanted to surprise him so i tried to creep slowly from the back but lol it was an instant fail cus he turned around. the moment i saw him sitting there i put my bag down and hugged him. i couldn’t hug him really tightly cus i was hugging his head and i didn’t want him to suffocate wtf so i hugged and pat his head.

and then we talked.

before meeting me, he met his sister. apparently a couple of people were also worried and replied to his instastory. and his sister met up with him and then they talked while having dinner together. he told me a summary of whatever his sister talked about to him and tbvh i wasn’t really supportive of most of the things she said. i just felt like it’s easy for her to say cus she’s not the one going through wherever he’s going through, she’s not feeling what he’s feeling. yes i agree to a certain extent that he must be grateful and appreciative cus there are so many people who are jobless and even less unfortunate than he is but fuck, your own mental and physical well-being is the number one most important factor here.

i’ve been in that position before where i just wanted death to take me, where i just wanted to give up cus everything feels like it’s going south and let me tell you something, those thoughts are not pretty. i’m not one to self harm nor let negativity get to me but for some reason i just crumbled. being in a depressive state makes you think a lot of things, most of which are shitty but honestly i’m glad i didn’t just give up on life cus if i did i wouldn’t have met han again and we wouldn’t have ended up together.

he’s my solace in life and i wish i can be his solace in life too.

but anyway, after he told me the things she said. i wasn’t too happy about it so i told him things from my point of view and i ended up tearing up looking at him cus i was just so sad to see him that way. to see him being so weak (i’m not saying guys can’t be weak) and helpless and unhappy with the way he’s living. and he too just ended up tearing up cus he saw me cried. i then stood up and hugged him again, patting his back and his head, running my hand through his hair and patting him again and again. i wish i can do more for him but honestly i’m not very good at comforting either.

and then after awhile, he started telling me things about his mom like how she topped up his phone and he also told her things about how his dad is being an asshole. and then the conversation leads to topics about his dad.

ok the thing is, i think his dad is sorta the one stressing him out? like yes his work stresses him out but his dad’s adding more stress into his life. the fact that he said shit to other people about his own son shows what kind of dad he is already. he told me that he don’t usually get affected by what his dad says but for some reason this time he felt really affected. his words sounded harsh and piercing and it was affecting his mental state. what kind of father looks down on his own son? wtf. instead of supporting and helping you’re bringing your own blood and flesh down. the fact that you’re not even helping with anything about the household and just waiting for money from your children is a fucking selfish act of you. you’re supposed to be the head of the household, the leader, no matter if you’re fucking divorced or whatever, your children is still your responsibilities too so do something to feed them instead of talking shit all the time. what is the point of being a father if you’re not helping your own children grow? you shirk your responsibilities as a father, yet you still expect money to be given to you monthly? just fuck off and disappear.

excuse my poor language but i’m mad.

i can relate to how he feels about his dad cus my dad is exactly the same way, just a fucking parasite living off other people’s money.

but anyway ok back to the story.

after he talked about his dad he started tearing up and i feel so so so much for him cus i can relate. i wiped his tears and just cupped my hand on his cheeks and continued wiping away his tears. i told him not to worry about whatever his dad said and to just do him. his dad’s useless and unlike him, at least he’s working his butts off making ends meet. no one else can understand how hard he works other than himself and if he feels unhappy in his working environment then he should find another job and leave this shithole. money can always be earned but you’ll start to dread going to work if you’re unhappy wherever you’re at in the present and it will affect your mental health as well.

fuck the haters just work on yourself.

at the end of the day, everything you’re doing is for yourself and not for anyone else’s future.

prioritize yourself more than others.

your own well-being will always come first before anyone else’s.

around 935pm, i asked han to go up first and rest up but we ended up staying till about 10pm and then he told me that he wants to go back to which i immediately agree to cus i want him to get as much rest as possible since he do have to get to work tomorrow. he asked me if i have money for a ride home cus he was worried and wanted to pay for my ride home if i didn’t have any but i said it’s ok don’t worry about the money i have it since my pay came in yesterday, even though it’s not a lot but it’s still some extra money enough for me to get home.

but looking at the time, i thought i’d take the train instead since it was really quite early. if i take the train at 10+ there are bound to still be buses back home from bishan so i told him i’ll take the train and then he threw a fit and kept asking me to just book a ride but i was like what for waste the money when i can just take the train. and then he said “you know if you take the train i would have to send you to the mrt right? i want to see you off” and i was like “no bb it’s ok really i came here on my own accord like i want to see you physically so it’s ok and it’s only right that i see you off first so you just go home first ok” and then he said something angrily i can’t really exactly remember his exact words but it was kinda like chasing me away haha. but anyhoo i waited for the lift with him, gave him a kiss and hugged him again before walking off to the mrt.

i reached home around 1137pm!! so it wasn’t all that bad tbh! i expected to reach home after 12 but was pleasantly surprised at how smooth the ride home was.

ok it’s 122am now, i’m gonna play a game or two of ml since i bought valir and then i’m gonna sleep since i’ve got closing shift later.

goodnight!