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Multiversal DP (1)

Chapter 2

College Au! Adam x Fem!Reader x Canon! Adam

Summary: You thought God was looking down at you with a pitiful look, when your apartment burned down and the only person who answered your call was your whacky situationship.

But when a weird angel appears, who uncannily looks like Adam just in bigger and even more obnoxious, you realise that God was straight up laughing in your face.

This is based on my College Au! but you don’t need to read it to understand this.

CW/TW: Fire, Porn with slight Plot, Two-Shot, Jealousy, Controlling behaviour, TW ADAM, misogyny, toxic relationship, sci-fi bullshit which makes no sense, Mutual masturbation, slight financial dependency on readers part, possessive behaviour, tell me if i missed anything

A/N: This will be a two shot i swear ‼️‼️ nothing more nothing less

Today was a bad Saturday.

It was exhausting and went on longer than it should. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. First you had to drive to your college library to give back a book otherwise you would be fined, then you had to work an extra shift because someone got sick (hangover from the party yesterday you skipped), then your bus didn’t come without warning? What the fuck was that about? Since it was the last one you had to fucking walk home.

You were tired to your bones.

If you weren’t so tired, maybe you would have noticed the light coming from the floor above your apartments, and the fact that it glowed suspiciously orange and red. Walking up the stairs, the further up you got the more you noticed a heaviness in the air. Is someone using their bbq inside again?

Until the fire alarm went off, while you were one floor away from your apartment. What? You just stood there, frozen in shock. Is this a test? Standing still on the steps you considered continuing your way home, until everyone started spilling out of their own apartments. Ugh. So you’re doing this.

Fleeing with everyone else the building, you stood outside while you watched as the flames finally showed themselves from the outside. Since the apartment where it started was directly above yours, you saw the flames caught over to your own. It smelled like smoke, despair and money you will have to spend to replace everything. You don’t even know if your landlord has insurance. He hasn’t repaired your AC unit in 2 years now.

It felt dreamish, the way the fire department came, being able to see how a big portion was consumed by flames, and in the end sitting at the curb while freezing your ass off. One thing is clear, you won’t be able to sleep in your own bed tonight.

Your neighbours sat with you, together with a fireguy who chatted with everyone about the damage. Some sort of support beam came down. You didn’t bother engaging in the conversation.

It drifted towards where everyone is going to stay, your neighbours already had that figured out. He’s staying with his boyfriend, she’s going to visit her sister and they are going to each take a child and visit their own parents. When the eyes moved to you, you felt uncomfortable. Where will you stay?

“You should start calling your family, sweetie.” The old woman told you, her voice rough from all the cigarettes she smokes.

Everything today got you fucked up. Taking in a shaky breath and wiping your hands on your jeans, you stood up to make a few calls. Walking away from the group and basically hiding behind the firetruck, you didn’t want everyone to see that fact that you have like 3 contacts in your phone. You think they already know, though.

Since it’s in the middle of the night, or more like the new day already, Monica didn’t answer, neither did Dymphna or Bernadette. Maybe you should just crash in a motel. Then you remember what’s in your budget and how the motel in your price range had some weird incidents regarding rats and cockroaches and meth deals.

Tapping your phone against your forehead, you tried to keep calm and think. Then you remembered who gifted you that phone and you sighed.

Opening Adam’s contact, you hit the call button before you could chicken out. Holding your phone against your ear, you felt panic wash over you and before you could fumble around to end the call, Adam picked up.

“Fucking hell, baby, if yer callin’ me for anythin’ but a good dicking down ‘m gonna be pissed.” His voice was gruff and it’s clear to you that you just woke him up. He mumbled out the words.

All you could muster up was a sob and a weak “Sorry.”

“Where the fuck-“ You hang up before he could finish his sentence. Great. Why did you even think about calling Adam? Are you stupid? Desperation makes people do crazy things.

You tried to call your friends again and when everyone went to voicemail you thought about blocking them all in a blind rage because why the fuck can’t they be there during an emergency? Taking deep breath to calm yourself, you reasoned with yourself that you too would be sleeping during the witching hours.

Nervously biting down on your lower lip, you considered throwing yourself off a bridge to cope with everything. Deciding against it, you looked at your notifications instead. Adam was spamming you.

[Adam Godfree]: where r u 1:11 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:12 AM

[Adam Godfree]: send ur location 1:13 AM

[Adam Godfree]: baby 1:14 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:15

[Adam Godfree]: i’m not mad just say where u are 1:15 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:15 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:16 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:17 AM

[Adam Godfree]: answer my fcuikng calls 1:17 AM

[Adam Godfree]: im cuminv over u btter be fucking there 1:17 AM

More messages and call attempts clogged your notifications.

The fact that Adam is the only one answering in your time of need is lowkey so embarrassing. Since you read the messages through your notifications field, you aren’t leaving him on read. You think that would have ticked him off even more.

Taking a sneak back at the street, still covering your body with the fire truck, you noticed that everyone was gone. They all have retired for the night. It was a pretty intense debacle, everyone coming out to watch and film. The fire truck was started and you jumped slightly, fleeing towards the side walk.

If a fire truck drove you over you’d be very very very unhappy.

Sitting down on the street like the loser you are, you rubbed your hands over your face. Don’t cry. You’re all alone. But don’t cry. Don’t cry. Looking up the nearest Motel near you, which you could afford, you got up. Your legs felt weak. You didn’t even have a fucking phone charger with you. At least you took your laptop and the charger with you, if any of your files were gone you’d die.

You couldn’t help but think of everything you need to replace. Ok maybe you can cry a little. Crying and walking is an honest to god awful combination but beggars can’t be choosers or whatever.

Maybe you should text Adam that everything’s fine and that you were just being a bit dramatic. It’s been like, what? 10 minutes? And he usually takes 20 minutes to get here. You feel bad that he had to drive half the way.

Just as you were about to open the chat, a car turned into your street with an illegal speed. Damn.

Is that Adam’s car??? Double damn.

Adam stopped the car besides you with squeaking breaks and tires. He threw open the car door, and even before he fully stepped out he was yelling at you, “Bitch, what the fuck?!? You have the fucking nerve to call me up in the middle of the night and then to ignore me?? Do you even know who the fuck you’re talking to? How many other-“

“My apartment burned down.” You wanted to bawl your eyes out.

Everything you have meticulously worked hard and saved up for is gone. All your memories and trinkets and plants and everything you valued.

“..You’re joking?”

You shook your head, deciding on covering your face with your hands while you full on started sobbing now. Your breathing was hysterical and you thought you were about to full on start hyperventilating now because you have to apply for new documents now and what’s with your class notes and well at least all your cards were with you. Do you have to get a P.o. box now and how much does that cost? Can you even afford to be in a motel so long, do you have to pay for that? What happens if they can’t like restore the apartment complex where will you live the market is horrible and you’re going to be homeless and in debt, won’t you? You will have to drop out or take up more shifts or even get a second job but your grades and scholarship and and and and and and

Adam walked over towards you, but you were too deep in your mental breakdown spiral to notice it, and he carefully placed his hands on your shoulders. You flinched slightly at the unexpected contact, but when you realised it’s just Adam you relaxed again. Taking your hands away from your eyes, you had them resting on your cheeks.

“It’s okay, don’t worry that pretty little head. I will take care of everything, alright?” Adam’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. His fingers were massaging your tense muscles. You looked up at him with wet eyes and nodded pathetically at him. You didn’t trust your voice.

Adam started grinning down at you, “I have always wanted a cum dump at home, anyways.”

This just made you start crying again. Motel it is.

“Ah, bad joke. Don’t cry, cmon. You know me, babe, don’t have ta do anything you don’t wanna do.” He pulled you into his chest, his hand smoothing over your hair while the other rubbed your back. He’s warm and soft. You continued to sob into his sleeping shirt, while clutching at his shirt.

You don’t know for how long you’ve been crying for, but Adam simply stood during that time with you at the side walk, while comforting you. He didn’t speak, which was rare.

Once you have finally made the rational adult decision to calm down, after god knows how much time has passed, you lifted your head up from his chest and took a step back. You were still sniffling and you didn’t even want to image what your face was looking like.

Adam grasped your cheeks into his hands while wiping away your tears with his thumb, “Alright, alright, let’s get you to bed. Must have been exhausting for my poor, little baby.”

He leaned forward, giving your forehead a kiss. Then he grasped you by the shoulders and lead you towards the passenger seat, opening the door for you and helping you in by grasping your hand in his. Once you were sat down, with your bag at your feet, Adam leaned down towards you and put your seatbelt on for you. He closed the door and walked over to sit down in the drivers seat.

Driving to Adam’s apartment was relaxing, music was playing and you were starting to fall asleep.

“..Ho….that…ven..hap..”

“Huh?” You lifted your head up from the car window, blinking at Adam sleepily.

“I asked how the fire even happened?” Adam glanced over at you, you were going to be there soon.

You sighed, and rested your head again against the window, “Guy feel asleep with a joint in his hand…Or was it his mouth? Doesn’t matter. Curtains and carpet caught on fire.”

“Oh my fucking…You’re kidding me?” Adam drummed his fingers against the steering wheel.

You stretched your arms, hands and fingers out before you, “I wish.”

Adam continued watching you, glancing at you as if you didn’t notice. He was trying to be slick. Smoothly parking his car, he got out. You opened your car door, taking your bag with you when you left the car. Adam took your bag from you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing you into his side. You both made your way to his apartment.

Taking off your thin winter coat, together with your old boots, you were ready to just pass out.

“You want me in the guest room?” You asked him, while rubbing at your eyes.

“The fuck? No. You’re sleeping with me, baby. Pun intended.” He winked at you.

You sighed warily, you’re too exhausted to even glare at Adam. He was still fighting with untying his own boots. Shifting from one leg to the other, you decided on looking around Adam’s living room. Nothing has changed. Still weirdly sterile and empty. His bedroom was at least somewhat different, filled with band posters and guitars.

After Adam finally got his shoes and jacket off, he intervened your fingers with his and lead you to his bedroom. He went and rummaged through his closet, giving you a sweatshirt, “This should do for now, we will get you new fucking clothes tomorrow….”

“Thank you, Adam.”

“Yeah, yeah, how about you remember this next time I want my dick sucked? How I’m such a nice fucking guy, and how you owe me, babe.” Adam pinched your cheek while he spoke, grinning down at you.

Dear god, please fix up your apartment as fast as possible. With lots of love, your saddest creation.

Adam answering your call is literally the devils work, you can’t explain it otherwise. Is this some sort of punishment? What did you do in your last life to deserve this.

Rolling your eyes at Adam, you got out of his grasp and turned your back to him to get dressed. Taking off your own hoodie, and bra you slipped into the sweatshirt Adam gave you. It was soft and the material was thick and nice. It was huge on you, but that’s just because Adam is a big guy. Everywhere.

Taking off your jeans, you folded your clothes messily and put them on Adam’s desk chair. Adam was already in his sleeping wear, since you gracefully woke him up in the middle of the night. He was in bed, watching you get dressed, while he yawned.

Ducking under the blanket with him, Adam grabbed your arm and dragged you towards him. It’s like he wants to live in your skin. He made your head rest against his chest, while he had his arm wrapped tightly around you.

“Wake me up again today, ’m going to spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down ever fucking again.” He grumbled at you, while giving your ass a pinch.

You gasped slightly, before burying your head into his neck. He always smells nice.

Before you knew it, you were already asleep.

In your dream, a big support beam in your burning building was dropped on you. Crushing your body to the floor, with your back to the ground.

Blinking, you slowly but surely woke up, with your heart hammering against your chest. Trying to turn over, you noticed something heavy laying on you. Adam’s head was on your chest, his arms were wrapped around your back and his breathing was even. Remembering his threat, you decided on letting him sleep. Sighing and burying your hand in his soft hair, you decided on continuing snoozing.

But as soon as you buried your hands in Adam’s hair, Adam lifted his head up and was now resting his chin on your chest. Does he not know that tits are sensitive?

With his oh so charming grin on his face, you just knew he was up to no good. He shifted and was now resting his weight on his arms, besides your head, rather than using your body as a pillow. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Adam crashed your lips together, he is as shameless as always. His hand roamed your body, till he slipped it under your sweatshirt. Gently fondling your left breast. He rolled his half-hard dick on your thigh.

Disconnecting your lips from his, you whimpered against his lips.

“What happened to ‘Good morning’? ‘How did you sleep?’. What happened to that?”

Adam moved to kiss your ear, cheek and then your neck. Leaving open mouthed kisses against your skin, while he panted against you.

“Mornin’ slut,” Why is his morning voice so fucking sexy? “you jerk me off right now ‘n I’m going to buy you whatfuckingever you want today.”

You would jerk him off for free. You did jerk him off for free. Are you a whore?

Adam sat up, moving so that both his knees were besides your stomach. You were happy he didn’t sit down on you, he could easily crush you. That’s sexy, though. He kneeled over you, and you saw his dick strain against his fuzzy pants.

He grasped your sweatshirt into his big hand, pulling it up towards your chin to expose your tits. Seeing them made him smirk. Taking your hand into his, he placed it on his dick and ground your palm against him.

“Watcha waiting for, baby?” He purred while looking down on you.

Adam always made you horribly nervous. No matter how often you hang out, or fuck, he always has you blushing and stuttering. Fuck. Grasping the hem of Adam’s pants into your hands, you pulled them down together with his underwear.

His dick was heavy, curving downwards and already leaking pre cum. You’ve had this monster inside you more than once, but every time you’re surprised at just how big he is. It’s not only his length, but also the girth. Jesus. Stretching you out mercilessly every time, you struggled with wrapping your fingers around him. His gold prince albert piercing glinted in the dim light.

Realising with your hand wrapped around him, that jerking him off with dry hands was probably not the move. Making sure to lick your other hand, while keeping eye contact with Adam, you wrapped your now wet hand around his member. You started with slow a slow movement, spreading his pre cum across his dick. You licked your other hand, because this was for sure a two hand job, you now were able to use your left hand for the lower part and the right hand for the top part.

Massaging his tip with your thumb, Adam groaned, “Ughh, fuck babe, you loooove serving me, don’t you? Making me cum is, like, your fucking dream job.” He laughed at his own fantasy, “Don’t worry tho, making your pretty pussy cum is my own life work.”

Adam reached back, his hand brushing over your hips and finally getting under your panties, “Sooo wet already? You’re too easy.” The way he grinned and sounds giddy made it obvious how much he enjoyed it. His fingers found your clit and then your weeping hole. He gathered the wetness on his middle and pointer finger, he then went to massage your clit.

Your hips jerked up, at the sudden pleasure cursing through your body. Moaning up at Adam, your hands stuttered their jerking movements. Quickly catching yourself, you speed up your movements while focusing on Adam rubbing at your clit.

He moved his fingers to pinch your clit in between his fingers, you whined while your hips jerked even more, “Stop that. Do it properly.” You hissed at him, while glaring up at him.

Adam simply snickered at you, but he did move back his fingers to continue rubbing your clit. You moved your left hand to massage Adam’s balls, gently moving your fingers across that sensitive part of Adam. Grasping softly in your hands, arching your palm up in a wave motion.

“Fuuuuuck, ha, you’re doing so well.” Adam moaned out, while he intensified his finger movements. Shit, you’re close. But so was Adam, you could tell by his furrowed brow, he was moving his hips to grind his dick further into your hands and fingers, his noises and breathing.

“Pleaseee, Adam, won’t you cum all over..me?” You pouted up at him, massaging his dick.

The pressure build up in your lower stomach, your pussy clenching around nothing as you felt yourself cum. Shit. Adam laughed at you, his fingers never left your clit.

It didn’t take much longer for Adam to cum after you, coating your torso white. It was hot, sticky and thick. Ugh. Adam’s fingers still didn’t left your clit. What an asshole.

“EeeeEeeenough, Adam, Oh fuck-“ You tried to angel your hips in a way that he leaves your most sensitive part alone, he chuckled and wiggled his hand out off your panties. Thank god.

Adam pulled his pants back up, and sat down besides your laying down body. You tried to catch your breath, your clean hand covered your eyes. With Adam’s sweatshirt not covering you anymore properly, you were starting to get cold.

Taking your face in his hands, Adam gave your cheek a wet kiss. He brushed his lips over your ear, before whispering in your ear, “Aren’t you just my precious little slut? Go shower, baby.”

You nodded your head at that, showering would be a smart move. Getting up, you located your clothes, before you started walking Adam gave your ass an stinging slap. Gasping in surprise, you went and covered your ass with your hands.

“Man, I didn’t even wake you up..” You grumbled at him, going over to take your clothes.

“Yeah bitch, but you made me wait till you woke up to drain my balls.” Adam got out of bed, stretching his arms over his head.

You stuck out your tongue towards Adam, with your clothes in hand you took off towards the shower. Using Adam’s stuff always felt weird to you. Obviously he doesn’t have woman shower gel, but still. Smelling like Axe was sure something, having your friends side eye you for your smell was even worse.

Getting out, you towelled yourself dry. Slipping into your clothes form yesterday, you left the bathroom. Seeing Adam in the kitchen, at the stove, you made your way over. Wrapping your arms around his mid section, you buried your head between his shoulder blades.

Adam wrapped his one hand over your intervened hands. God, he’s such a big guy.

“Hey baby, you like french toast?”

You simply mumbled a yeah into his shirt, while smelling how good Adams cologne smells. No wonder he’s so popular. If only it wasn’t for his mouth. Adam rubbed your hands with his thumb while chuckling. He turned the stove off and turned around, taking your face into his hands he gave you a deep kiss.

“You excited to fulfill your womanly role of being in the kitchen while you’re here?” Adam mumbled against your lips.

“…You piss me off beyond believe.” You shoved him away by his shoulders, while he laughed.

He didn’t stay away for long, wrapping his arms around you and pressing your bodies together.

“Why? You don’t wanna be my pretty little housewife? Nah, but seriously you do have to pull your weight ‘round here.” Adam pushed a few wet strands of your hair out of your face.

You nodded at Adam, “Of course….I know it wouldn’t be enough but I could give you the amount of rent I pay?”

Adam looked at you like you were stupid, “Babe, I fucking meant, like, cleaning up after yourself, cooking once in a while and hopping on my awesome dick. Well, it’s more of a bonus to be able to ride me whenever you please. I can make that pussy fucking churn, baby, you know it.”

Rolling your eyes at Adam, you simply hid away by smashing your face into Adam’s chest. His incredibly soft chest. Gliding his hands all over your body, Adam bend his neck to whisper into your ear,

“Sit down before the food gets cold.”

Sitting down, you let Adam fix you and him a plate. It all felt weirdly domestic.

Once you were finished, you put everything in the dishwasher while Adam made his way to the bedroom, to get dressed. You plopped down on the couch, twirling your thumbs basically. Sighing, you laid down on the couch. Adam entered the living room.

“What’s up? Stop looking all depressed and shit, we are bout to empty my fucking wallet. Aren’t woman happy to go shopping on a man’s hard earned dime?” Adam stood in-front of you, with his jacket in hand.

“I just..I can’t believe I’m homeless…..This is my biggest fear coming true. Oh my god….I’m homeless…” You covered your face with your hands and groaned loudly. You’re fucking homeless.

Adam scoffed at you, taking your hands into his own and taking them off your face.

“Baby, you’re living here now. We will put your last name on the fucking mailbox and whatever else you need. I will handle everything, sweet thing, don’t you fucking worry.” Adam grasped your knee into his hand now, shaking it slightly, “Cmon, get fucking up. I need you to lighten my wallet up.”

You stood up, nodding at Adam, “Okay, okay, let’s get going.”

Walking towards your jacket, you put it on, together with your worn out boots. Fall is a bitch and winter was even worse. Adam furrowed his brows at your clothes, he grabbed your jacket and felt your jacket lining.

“Jesus, this thin thing doesn’t do shit for you, and what the fuck’s up with your boots? Woman, we have to get you a whole new wardrobe.” He shook his head at you, like it’s your fault you’re broke.

Shopping with Adam played out as well as you thought. When Adam asked you which store you usually go to, and you said the thrift store he looked unhappy. He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you all across the mall.

Unsurprisingly, his favourite place was the underwear section. When you grabbed a multi pack of basic panties, Adam looked at you like you personally ruined his life with that decision.

This whole thing was tiring, you just wanted to lay down. At least Adam had the time of is life, sending you to the dressing room and getting to play dress up doll with you. Eh, at least he isn’t bitching at you, he complains about how woman sizes are not all standardised, how the stitching is shit and how it can be that they don’t have that top, in that colour, in a bigger size. He’s in his zone. He has you try on stuff in different colours, shapes, sizes and man he’s picky as fuck.

All you wanted was a few sweatshirts, one pair of jeans and some socks and underwear. In the end you got a new fucking closet, your make up items basically replaced with the expensive version of your drug store ones, shampoo and conditioner from brands you couldn’t even pronounce, and some sanitary products. Once Adam started looking at sundresses (summer is like 6 months away??) you put your foot down and told him you wanted to go home. You weren’t sure more bags would fit on his arms and in his hands anyways, since he refuses to let you touch anything.

Standing in line at the last checkout, Adam was preoccupied looking at bras. Telling him your bra size was probably a mistake. Letting him drag you to a lingerie store was the other mistake. You felt your phone vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans.

Pulling it out, it was a group chat call from your friends. Accepting the call, you held your phone against your ear,

“‘Yello?”

“What in Christs name is going on that you call up a storm in the middle of the night?”

You could barley understand a word, with 3 different people talking at once, but that was the gist of it.

“Uhh, nothing bad. Apartment burned down.”

“WHATTT???”

Before you could elaborate, you felt your phone being snatched out of your hand. Looking back, you saw Adam glare at your phone.

“If it isn’t the fucking Hexenzirkel!….Mind your own fucking business, everything here’s alright.” With that he hung up your phone and pocketed it. Great. Now that’s a fire you will have to put out later.

Adam herded you forward, towards a free register. He paid for everything, and then took you towards the parking garage where he left the car. Stacking everything in the backseat and trunk, you sat down at your seat. Adam got in, and he started driving home.

Calming your friends was sure a thing you had to pull off. Explaining to them what happened and why you live now with Adam, off all people, was sure something you did. With lots of interruptions. Monica and Dy both assured you that you could always crash at their apartment, in their guest room.

Well, they won’t be able to make you cum 3 times in the span of 20 minutes, so you were going to ride this out. Literally.

You already realised that living with Adam would include lots of sex. He kind of made it his mission to christen every room in his apartment. More than once.

So across a few weeks, he had you ride him on the couch, eating you out in the bathroom, bending you over the kitchen counter, having you suck his dick in the guest room and romantic missionary in his bedroom. And much more and more frequently. Trying out cock warming sadly didn’t go as well, Adam doesn’t have the self control for that, but tying him down on a chair did help with that. And it was hot as fuck.

What you didn’t take in account for was the domesticity of it all. Cooking with Adam, drying the dishes while he washes, watching shows and movies, talking about each others day at the end of the day, cuddling, sleeping in each others embrace, listening to Adam sing and play his guitar, his rambling about the girls his band and music he enjoys, showering together and washing each others hair, grocery shopping together. It’s all so soft, you didn’t really except it. It scares you.

Adam had a lot of bad qualities, like how he tries to give you a curfew, you have to change your phone password every week, you’re sure he has your phone location somehow (you really have to check your app and settings), he keeps making attempts of convincing you to quit your job, tries to dictate what you wear outside the house (all you wear rn are baggy clothes anyways, not because of Adam but because it’s cold af), he always asks you where you’re going and with who, for how long will you stay out? Should he come with you? Don’t worry, baby, he will give a lift and coincidentally stays there for as long as you. Right besides you. He hid away all the door keys?? He loves scaring you and he has a tendency to make your keys and phone disappear when you’re about to leave.

So yeah, privacy was non existent. But when your landlord sent you an email on how you should still pay rent?? Adam took your phone and told you he would take care of it and lo and behold, another email followed up saying that you don’t need to pay for shit. Who would have fucking thought. A few days after the fire you were allowed inside again, picking out whatever wasn’t fully destroyed. There wasn’t much, Adam came with you, and when you were close to crying again, he gave your head a kiss and bought you your favourite take out.

You’re pretty sure he’s trying to condition you to be dependent on him, since when he makes you cum he has a tendency to whisper to you about how you’d should cancel your lease, how you should quit (again) and how nice wouldn’t it be to be his little housewife? You’re happy you got the copper IUD, otherwise you would be pregnant right now. Since Adam is insatiable.

At the end of the day you get fed, get 8 hours of sleep and Adam tries to drive and pick you up wherever you want. So you have been throughly enjoying the past few weeks. The fact that you have to reassure your friends that you are fine and juggle Adam’s weird behaviour is just something you have to deal with.

You were close to falling asleep. Adam was laying on the couch, with you on his chest. He was mindlessly scrolling on his phone, while you buried your face into his neck. His one hand was under your shirt, his fingers traced heart shapes on your skin. You felt his heart thump through his chest, in a slow rhythm. The TV was playing in the background, some fucking Family Guy episode Adam picked out.

The lights started to flicker, faster and faster.

“What the fuck?” Adam sat up, looking around confused.

All the electronics were starting to go crazy, the TV switched between movies and shows, the microwave started going off, together with the fire alarm. You rubbed your eye, while yawning. Everything came to a hold when everything got shut off. You sat in the dark.

“..Huh?” Is all you could get out. Whats going on?

“Fucking fuck. Did a fucking fuse blow out on me?” Adam ushered you off his lap, you stretched your arms over your head.

“Did you forget to pay utilities? Happened to me once or twice.” You threw into the room.

Adam scoffed at that, “Did you forget or were you too broke? I pay my shit on time, don’t fucking worry about it. Fuck. I think the fuse box is out on the hallway.”

“..Both.” You made an attempt at going back to clinging to Adam, he was comfy and you were tired.

“Can’t get rid of you, huh?” He chuckled at you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing you closer to him, “Need me to carry you to every fucking errand I need to run?”

You nodded at him, humming in agreement. Adam slipped his arm under your knees and the other under your shoulder, when he stood up he took you with him. Carrying you bridal style. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Don’t drop me! Ah! Adam!”

“Damn babe, usually you only scream my name like that when I make you cream all around me! Don’t stress yourself, you weigh nothing to me. Watch this.” Adam laughed at you, he spun you around in his arms. Then he proceeded to do squats. You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. After that, the final round, he did bicep curls, using you as his weight.

“Drop me, gym bro.” You laughed at him.

“Yes, mam.” Adam suddenly let go off you for a second, or at least made it seem like that.

Your heart dropped, genuinely thinking that Adam let go off without warning. But he quickly caught you again, laughing at your screaming and horrified expression. He set you back on your feet, grinning at you.

“Chillax babe, as if I would ever drop ya.” He brushed your hair away from your face.

“Fuck off, asshole. How about we look for that fuse box? I don’t wanna live in a lightless apartment.” You hissed at him, swatting away his grabby hands. At least your eyes got adjusted to the dark.

Before Adam could answer, everything started to go crazy again. TV blaring, lights flickering, beeping and fucking sparks flying.

Adam yanked you down with him by your arm, you both were squatting behind the couch.

“Fucking hell?! What the fucks going on??”

A blazing, colourful tear appeared into the air, between the TV and couch. Man were you happy to have said couch as a shield. A high pitched tone sounded through the air, causing both you and Adam to grimace. Covering your ears, you squinted while trying to take a look at the weird slit. It was changing size and form and honestly, you weren’t too sure what you were looking at. So you just ducked behind the couch again, not wanting to know what actually was going on.

Then it just stopped. Everything was pitch black, taking a look out the window you saw that non of the lights in the other buildings were on anymore. Fucking power shut off.

“Let’s get fucking out of here befo-“ Adam started speaking, but was interrupted by a horrible sizzling sound. You were sure that the sound waves which vibrated through the air were touching your soul.

The tear appeared again, just this time in a circle form. Adam and you ducked behind the couch again, while the…thing moved and changed and screeched. It stopped. Again.

“Jesus Christ…” You whispered into the darkness, looking at Adam with big eyes.

“Uhm, fuck no, I’m not the J- Dog. I’m fucking Adam, you know? The first dick on fucking earth?”

??????

Adam and you looked at each other like you have just seen a ghost. You both shoot up from behind the couch at the same time.

What kind of creature appeared in the living room????

He’s very tall. Too tall. And big. His horns hit the ceiling, so he has to awkwardly slouch. What even is his face? Are those golden wings? How fucking big are they? Wingspan of over 9000? Whats that round thing over his head, a halo? With a weird ass robe. Oh my god. What’s even going on anymore?

“Fucking sick, you both can hide your wings and halo? How long did that take you to fucking master? A century or two?” The thing gave you both a once over, his gaze lingered on Adam’s face, but he just shook his head. A century? You weren’t even ready to continue living for another 10 years.

You reached your hand out, grasping Adam’s arm tightly. Adam’s muscles were tense and he seemed to grind his teeth, glaring at the unwanted guest. God help you.

“What? You two to fucking shocked seeing this big of a deal, huh? I totally get it. Want an autograph?”

“..We…Don’t need to….Hide our…Wings. Because we are…People…?” You decided on saying. It’s better if you speak and not Adam, since he looked close to blowing up.

The creature blinked at you, “Oh shit…Don’t fucking worry about this little incident, sugar tits, upstairs we got extra protocol for this.” He turned his huge back towards you and Adam, giving you a nice view of his glowy, golden wings.

Since your heart was starting to calm down, and you were able to think clear, the realisation creeped in that he kind sounded like Adam? Weird coincidence.

Adam’s face soured even more at the pet name, “Al-fucking-right, listen here, A-“

Grabbing Adam by the collar of his hoodie, you yanked him down. Placing your finger against your lips, to signal for him to shut up, you let him go again. It’s best if Adam does not start a fight with a whole ass angel.

Said Angel was snapping his fingers repeatedly. Each time he did, the electronics started going crazy again. All that appeared were sparks around his fingers, and where the tear was it sizzled slightly. Great.

“The fuck? Why isn’t this shit working?”

Adam crossed his arms infront of his chest, looking unhappier with every passing second. This won’t go well. You feel it in your soul.

The angel nervously threw a look over his shoulder, at you and Adam. As if any of this was your fault. Rolling your eyes, you bit your tongue.

“…You sure you’re a fucking angel?” Adam spoke into the tense atmosphere.

“Yes I’m fucking sure I’m an angel! Have some fucking respect, without me non of you fuckers could be frolicking right fucking now!”

And so it starts. While the two men threw insults at each other, you tried to breath through your panic. Taking a good look at the angel, not only did he have the same voice as Adam, his face reminds you off the masks Adam’s band wears whenever they perform. Maybe….

“Take off your mask.” You decided on telling the giant. All eyes were on you now.

“Woah, bossy. And here I fucking thought you were a well trained bitch, who knows not to interrupt when the men are speaking.” Alright, you hate that guy.

He hooked his fingers under, what was finally revealed as a mask, and slipped his face out of it. Even though his hair was a mess, one thing was clear. That was Adam.

It was uncanny to watch, you were uncomfortable. It clearly felt like that they weren’t supposed to be in the same room. The only difference between their faces was that this one didn’t have any piercings, and he looked to be in his thirties. Good to know that Adam still will look hot in like 10 years. DILF. The even have the same facial expressions, and reactions to each other.

“You supposed to be some shitty alternative version of me, or what?” Adam asked, his chin in his hands and head tilted.

“Fuck no, you dumbass didn’t listen to me? I’m fucking Adam, the first man? More like my genes are alive and well in you. Good to know.” He nodded at Adam.

“Are you sure? Because his name is also Adam, and he has two ex girlfriends named Lilith and Eve. Same break up as you had…….Are we in a Bible fan-fiction? Why does everyone I know have biblical names and a fitting background?” Is your whole life a lie??

The angel simply blinked at you, then his gaze shifted towards Adam. He chuckled nervously again, once again snapping his fingers. All it did was make sparks fly and mess further with the electricity, not just in this apartment but also with every other building outside.

“Fucking stop it, shit obviously isn’t working.” Adam dragged his hand over his face, obviously exhausted.

“Well, if you can travel through space just like that, what’s really stopping you from also going through time? We basically already know that alternative universes are a thing, if we think of both timelines as water streams, going at the same speed….or time?” You put your hands infront of each other, not touching having them touch, “You must have accidentally messed something up in your travels, causing you to fall out of your stream into ours…” Moving your right hand to bump it into your left one, you imaged the angel falling and tumbling into your world.

“…That’s so cool.” You whispered under your breath, the angels wings fluffed up, a grin appearing on his face.

“Yeah, I’m pretty fucking cool, babes.” He looked so proud of himself, as if he did it all on purpose. Idiot.

Adam glared at his doppelgänger, while wrapping his arm around your shoulder and yanking you into his side. He rubbed his chin against the top of your head, like an animal marking it’s territory. You were too far into your multiversal fantasies and connecting it to your physics classes, to notice the angle smugly grinning at Adam, as if he won that round. Weird macho behaviour, which you couldn’t care less for.

“What are we fucking supposed to do now?” Adam asked, carefully.

“..Is the couch free, bro?”

[fanficsbysteve]

Passing of Presents

Note: Oh look, it’s a “sequel” to Jeremy Crow. I had this idea, and then I had a different idea. So, I mashed them together by the end. Hope everyone likes it. They are a mash of Toy Story 3, and The Velveteen Rabbit.

You should read Jeremy Crow first before this one.

***

Tommy sat on the bed, holding Jeremy Crow out in front of him. It had been 7 years since Evan had taken him into the Repair Shop he had found online. And this was worth every cent they paid to get him fixed up. He had new ‘feathers’ on the outside of his body, he had been restuffed with new soft cotton, and had his eyes repainted and then glazed in. He appeared how Tommy imagined he would look if he had gotten him brand new instead of second hand.

Jeremy Crow had a good life with Tommy. Fending off nightmares, keeping him company in his darkest times. But 5 years ago, Tommy’s life had started to turn completely around. He had gone to therapy to start handling his PTSD in a more productive way. He hadn’t been having nightmares as often and had been testing to see if they would come back by sometimes not having Jeremy with him, or Hubie for that matter. About the same time as he started therapy, Evan had moved in with him. They had settled on Tommy’s house because, well, it was a house and not a loft. As nice as the loft was, it didn’t compare. They had also started to host weekly BBQs for the 118 and the 217 at their house, Evan, however, was the clipboard tyrant when it came to getting everything organized for those events. Tommy wouldn’t admit it, but he found clipboard Evan extremely attractive.

Tommy thought back. They had been living together for 2 years by this point, and Tommy had been leaving Jeremy on a shelf above their bed. Somewhere he could watch over. He was testing the waters. Instead of holding Jeremy at night, he spent his nights holding Evan instead. And Evan really enjoyed that. Though Evan also had a habit of wiggling his butt against Tommy, attempting to get a rise out of him. It usually worked and always lead to some fun times. Tommy did feel a little guilty about making Jeremy watch that. But only a little.

Tommy chuckled to himself. He looked at Jeremy in his hands and smiled. It was time, “Well Jeremy,” Tommy said, “You’ve been one of my best friends for decades now. You were my only friend for so long.”

Tommy brought him close and into a hug, “But I think that it’s time that we parted ways with each other. You always know that I still will have a special place in my soul and heart just for you. But I think it’s time you go somewhere that you will be appreciated.”

Tommy stood up and put Jeremy next to Hubie. Hubie still looked the same as when Evan got him for Tommy. Both Jeremy and Hubie were in separate boxes. Tommy placed a lid on the boxes, each with a different name, and then placed them into a bag. He wasn’t good at wrapping gifts. It would always look like a blind T-Rex had wrapped it if he wrapped it. Better to just do a gift bag.

Tommy walked down the stairs into the living room, Evan was already in there, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I think it’s time,” Tommy replied, “I know it’s time. And they are going to a good home.”

Evan smiled and took the bag from Tommy, he attached a tag to the and held his hand out to Tommy, “Ready to go over then? The invite said 1 pm and we are going to be fashionably late already.”

“What else do they expect from the Guncles?” Tommy said.

“Guncles?” Evan said, “I know you are a Guncle. Not sure what I would be.”

“Buncle?” Tommy said, mildly panicking that he was being offensive to Evan, “I just figured having a plural word would be easier.”

Evan smiled, “I was just teasing. I know what you meant.”

Tommy playfully punched Evan, “Let’s just get going,” Tommy went towards the door, “Maddie’s going to kill us if we are later than fashionably.”

“She won’t kill me at least,” Evan joked as he followed, “Mildly maim probably.”

Tommy shook his head, and they head out to the truck. Evan, jumping into the passenger seat, asked, “Why don’t you let me drive the truck?”

“Well, we always need a passenger princess,” Tommy joked, “Someone to handle the music, and just be all around awesome.”

“Well thank you for calling me the Royalty that I am,” Evan joked back. They started driving towards Maddie and Howie’s House. The Han’s didn’t live too far from Tommy and Evan. Just far enough that they needed to drive to get there in a timely manner, but it wasn’t more than a 15 minute drive. Usually, they would walk over but with the things they needed to bring with them, all of Evan’s baking, gifts for the kids, all kinds of stuff.

“We could have just piled everything into the wagon and walked,” Tommy said, “Would have been faster,” They were currently stuck in traffic.

Evan looked offended, “Firstly, if we had walked, we would be later than we will already be. Second, with all the bumps, all the baking I’ve done over the past two days would be ruined.”

“A ‘ruined’ cookie,” Tommy attempted air quotes while driving, “Is still edible. It’s not like it was underbaked.”

“But you eat with your eyes first,” Evan defended, “A ruined cookie is not as appetizing as a perfect cookie.”

“I’ll let you have this one only because we are going to be at their place soon,” Tommy laughed, “And I’ll eat all the ruined cookies that we have just to prove my point.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Evan laughed as well, “I’ll be sorting out the cookies when we get there anyway. Have to make the platter look nice.”

Tommy pulled into the driveway of Maddie and Howie’s house, behind their minivan. Once they had gathered up everything, they walked up to the door and rang the bell. There was a flurry of jumbled footsteps running towards the door before the door swung open, “UNCLE BUCK!! UNCLE TOMMY!!”

Two children stood before them, with a teenager standing in the back, trying not to look like she was interested. One of the children, a boy, was around 7 years old, while the other, another girl, was maybe 4, “I’d pick you up and give you each a hug if I had any hands left,” Evan joked, “How about you let us in, and we can get to the hugs.”

The children moved out of the way so Tommy and Evan could get into the house, “About time,” came a yell from the kitchen. Howie was sitting at a table, attempting to put together what looked like a nuclear bomb, but it was just one of the many toys the kids would have gotten, and Maddie was in the kitchen, cooking away.

Evan put the gifts down and gave each of the kids a quick hug. Then he went directly to the kitchen, “You didn’t follow the step by step plan I sent you did you,” he said with a smile as he arrived.

Tommy placed his stack of items down as well and gave each of the kids, including the teenager, a longer hug than Evan had, “Come here Daniel” he brought the 7 year old boy into a tight hug, “and you too, Anne,” He pulled the 4 year old into a hug as well. He kept them in the hug for a while, “You have to hug someone for at least 20 seconds for it to work,” Tommy explained.

“20 seconds?” Anne asked.

“Yeah,” Tommy explained, “You need to hug someone for 20 seconds and it will have some health benefits. I don’t know what kind exactly, but your Uncle Buck read about it. I’d go and ask him for a longer hug and ask him why 20 seconds is so important.”

The two smaller kids giggled and ran away into the kitchen to find their other uncle, “And what about you Jee? A hug for your Uncle Tommy?”

Jee rolled her eyes, but she smiled as she came to give Tommy a hug, “I saw you just last week,” she said into his midriff, she wasn’t quite tall enough that her head was at his chest height, but she was taller than it being at his stomach, “You helped with my homework.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want another hug,” Tommy laughed. He let her go, “Alright let’s get to the tree so I can put some stuff under it and then I can help your Mom and Uncle with the dinner. Based on what I’m hearing in the kitchen, they will need a mediator soon and your Dad really likes to just watch the drama unfold far too much. Maybe help him out with that toy he’s currently struggling with.”

“He really does,” Jee laughed. Tommy grabbed the pile of gifts they had brought, including the bag that held Jeremy and Hubie, and put them under a beautifully decorated tree in the living room. Buck had come over to help with it, and he had developed a way to hang the baubles that made it both visually appealing, while keeping the most space for other items such as garland and lights.

After placing the gifts under the tree, Tommy went back to the entry and grabbed the containers of baked goods that Buck had made for the night. There were two containers just for cookies, one held a pumpkin pie, another held several different loaves that Howie had specifically asked for, “How are things going in here?” Tommy walked into the kitchen. Maddie was beating Buck off with a wooden spoon as he attempted to try and get the timing of everything back on track. He had his clipboard out.

“Clipboard Buck is in the house tonight,” Howie joked, “I would stay out of there if I were you.”

“Oh, I know Clipboard Evan quite well,” Tommy shuddered as he pulled a chair out at the table and sat with Howie, “The first time we held Thanksgiving at our place,” Tommy shuddered, “I put the potatoes on 10 minutes too early and I got a 30 minute lecture on following the timings on the timetable. He also comes out before all the BBQs at our place.”

“He is not to be reckoned with when he has his clipboard out,” Howie went back to building the item in front of him, “It’s like you need a doctorate in rocket science to put these things together.”

“Should have invited Karen and Hen if you needed that,” Tommy joked, “You just have me who can read instructions.”

“Well, be my guest if you can make heads or tails of it,” Howie pushed the instructions over towards Tommy.

It took them about 20 minutes of deciphering and eventually the toy was put together and Daniel was happily playing with it. Maddie and Evan had made a truce and were successfully cooking, “When can we open Uncle Buck and Uncle Tommy’s presents?” a voice cut the calm.

Anne was waiting anxiously to open them, “When we are finished dinner sweetie,” Maddie said, “Its almost done.”

Tommy looked at Evan and he just mouthed, “Not even close.”

“But I want to open them now,” Anne stomped her foot and whined.

“Maybe let her and Daniel open one to keep the peace?” Tommy suggested.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Howie said, “Uncle Tommy, would you go get something?”

Tommy left the room and went and grabbed the bag that he had placed both Hubie and Jeremy into. He brought the bag into the dining room where both Anne and Daniel were waiting, “Now we put something special and unique into this bag just for the two of you,” Tommy looked at Anne and Daniel, “We need you to take care of them ok? They are old and need a new home. You think you can give that to them?”

Anne and Daniel both nodded their heads. Tommy smiled and handed the bag over. The two boxes had been labeled already. One for Daniel, one for Anne. The two children took the boxes with their name on them and opened them. Jeremy and Hubie sat staring back at the children. Hubie at Anne, and Jeremy at Daniel, “Does he have a name?” Anne asked as she pulled Hubie out of the box. Howie and Maddie were standing together looking at their children opening gifts while Evan hovered behind. Tommy knew that Evan was hovering to make sure that he was ok with this.

“Well, I used to call this one,” Tommy pointed at the penguin, “Hubie,” He then pointed at the crow, “And that one was named Jeremy. But you can name them whatever you want. I just want you to know that they are old, so you need to be careful with them. As I said they need new homes and new kids to play with.”

Anne pulled Hubie into a big hug, “I love him,” she announced as she stood up and dragging Hubie along with here came and gave Tommy the biggest hug.

Daniel looked at Jeremy. Tommy could see something in Daniel’s eye as he looked at the stuffed crow. He recognized it as the same sense of love that Tommy had when he first got Jeremy all those many years ago, “Thank you,” Daniel whispered. He also walked over and gave Tommy a big hug. Anne had already moved on to hugging Evan at this point.

Tommy took this moment to whisper in Daniel’s ear, “Jeremy used to be mine when I was a little boy. He helped me through lots of things growing up. So, I want you to have him now. And when you have a family of your own, I want you to pass this down to your family as well. So, he can always be there to help everyone when they are growing up,” Tommy looked around conspiratorially, “And there is a story that if a stuffed animal like Jeremy is loved fully and completely by someone, they will turn real.”

“Really?” Daniel looked awed by this idea, “I’ll love him so much that he turns real one day.”

“That’s all he wants,” Tommy said to Daniel, “Now lets let Uncle Buck and your Mom get dinner ready.”

***

Tommy and Buck were sitting in their living room, both too full to move anywhere. Evan had to undo the belt and button on his pants, “So full,” He moaned stretching out, “I’m going to not have to eat for a week.”

“With all the leftovers Maddie sent home with us,” Tommy replied, “I don’t think we will need to cook for the next week.”

“Oh, I have plans for those leftovers,” Evan joked. He then looked over at Tommy, “How are you doing? I know that had to have been hard passing Jeremy along like that.”

“Honestly it really wasn’t,” Tommy said, “And I added a little extra bit of something for Daniel,” Tommy smiled to himself, “I told him that if he loved Jeremy fully, then Jeremy would turn real.”

Evan chuckled, “That’s one way to make sure that he doesn’t get destroyed.”

Tommy smiled. He looked out the window and gasped, “Look,” Tommy said as reached out for Evan’s hand and leaned forward. Sitting on the banister of their front porch was a pitch black crow, just staring in at them. Tommy looked at the crow for a minute before it flew off.

“Jeremy was just here,” Tommy breathed still staring at the spot on the porch where he saw the crow sitting. He felt Evan sit up next to him and look.

“Well, you did love him fully and completely,” Evan said, “Giving him away to someone else was the last sign of loving him fully. Now he could become a real crow for you.”

Tommy felt tears welling up in his eyes and he leaned back into the couch, Evan pulling him into a hug. That was the perfect ending for Tommy, “Maybe he did.”

The two of them curled up on the couch, too exhausted and full of food to move. They snuggled up, Tommy curling up into Evan and he fell into a peaceful sleep. His dreams were of a crow flying freely among the city’s skyscrapers, the wind lifting him up to heights that Tommy could only dream of seeing like he does. Jeremy had visited him to say Thank You, Tommy knew it was what happened. And now Tommy was at peace. Curled up with his husband on a couch that was bought specifically for snuggling on, Tommy sighed and had the most restful sleep he had ever had.

***                

Note: I wrote this on Christmas Eve (it went extremely fast) and edited it to the best of my ability on Christmas Day morning so I could post it for you all to read. Let me know what you think of it all. Happy Holidays to everyone for whatever you are celebrating today.

I haven't posted this on AO3 yet cause everyone on here seems to love Jeremy Crow and the notes I'm getting on it made me weepy so I want you all to get it first. I'll probably post it there tomorrow morning before I go Boxing Day shopping.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Where can you get a mini stone castle for $300K? In Statesville, North Carolina. I think you’ll enjoy the decor in this 3bd. 3ba. home.

It has a nice stone entry foyer. Great for boots, coats, etc.

This home was lived in, and the owner has specified that he is not going to make any repairs. (Well, for $300K, that’s alright, it’s in move-in condition.) The owner also has a very extensive art business going on in here. 

The house just needs a little cleaning. It’s in good shape, right?

Stairs to a loft space and the 2nd level.

Kitchen’s okay. Has some nice big windows and you can always paint the cabinets if you don’t like them.

The 2nd level. Not sure if this is part of the turret.

A narrow hall. There’s the first piece of the owner’s artwork. (Wouldn’t it be great if he left some?)

The main bd. Notice the skeleton in the corner- another of the owner’s pieces. Doors open to a terrace.

There’s a tub in here, too. Notice the gothic shape of the window.

The rest of the en-suite bath has some gothic castle elements.

Walk-in closet.

This room is full of the owner’s creations. It looks like a studio area. 

This is probably a TV or family room on the first fl. 

This is a nice room- like the stone wall. Work area for the owner. 

Shower room on the 1st fl.

This could be a beautiful room, too. Has a beautiful bar. Notice the art pieces.

Another nice bath.

Beautiful .39 acre grounds. Look at that little house.

I mean, really. $300K?

Nice patio.

BBQ area.

$300K! Come on, now.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/341-N-Oak-St-Statesville-NC-28677/6081453_zpid/

[n33dlew0rk]

Crollo

rated T | 1113 words | cw: cheating, scarce emotional management, angst

for @steddieangstyaugust prompt “angst with happy ending” (day 4)

This is not even inspired by, I directly quoted/translated some parts of “Crollo” by Quercia.

Yeah yeah yeah, so Steve was not prepared for that, honestly. He was ready for a lot of things but most of them were way outside of the humans hurting other humans emotionally spectrum. Hell, if anything he probably deserved some kind of reward, because the speed at which he turned his more than well-earned freaking the fuck out moment into a demonstration of probably not as much well-earned devotion, was truly compelling. 

His heart was left inside dessicating while his trust left the building without a word.

And he couldn’t even relate to most of the typical rockstar wives enduring the obvious implications of the touring life drama, because it wasn’t a matter of fans and groupies and drugs and trashed hotel rooms, no. He was a producer, a friend, a more than three yearly bbqs with families and acquaintances and coworkers good buddy, a fishing directly into Steve’s worst paranoia of not having enough in common with Eddie nightmare, also a fucking steady gig, apparently.

So Steve did what seems to be the thing he does best: he babysat his relationship through the motions. (The motions being lots of tears and make-up sex and talking a lot about forgiveness and listening to a lot of good reasons why the love of his life was supposedly kind of right in looking out for his own emotional needs instead of talking with Steve even if he couldn’t think of a single time he denied Eddie anything and months of hush-hush couples therapy because tabloid-wise Steve did not exist and ironically nor did Danny).

Yeah, so time went by, slowly piecing together the crumbling foundations of their love with gold-infused hope-based and will-reinforced glue. 

And seeing as helping others was his true call since his long lost life-altering teenage years, Steve can’t really be blamed for forgetting about the festering consequences of those same fractures inside himself. Make them feel good and you’ll feel good too eventually, right?

Steve opened his eyes every day pretending to see the sun filtering just through the blinds of their bedroom instead of through all the cracks not even the purest 24k gold could fix in his attempt to rebuild a fragile vase-like life with Eddie.

One could say that forgiveness has many different fashions of coming into existence, that there’s no one-size-fits-all solution to restore a relationship. And while this is all theoretically very true, it is also true that in bullshitting his way through nearly one year of Kintsugi style patching up his entire world, Steve was brought to the conclusion that repairing his love life even if with golden-plated good intentions would never bring it back as it was.

And as soon as Steve folded under the pressure of this realisation, so did everything else. Like the debris of a fire, hurt spread like an infection, a wedge in a rift long-simmering, not undetected but surely underestimated.

So Steve left.

He packed all the shards in a suitcase, heavy with grief and resentment, leaving a trail of wounds he didn’t even know he had growing inside himself like freshly baked bullets aimed at Eddie’s heart. 

Steve left and the ground behind him where once their beautiful house rose was so burnt he was sure he sentenced to death every slim chance Eddie and him could ever even hope to grasp.

Almost a whole year later, during his first solo therapy session in a new city with a new job and a new apartment and such newfound freedom he never asked for he spent nearly half an hour crying, stuck on a single phrase he kept on murmuring, condemnation on his shoulders more than a prayer for repentance: “I never fix myself in time to not make myself hated”.

It was after a few weeks of pouring waterfalls of regret and bile, after the first painful tries at cleaning the cut splitting him in two, that Janine -bless the woman- said to him: “Steve, how about we ditch this whole” she gestured vaguely at him with her wrinkly blood red lacquered fingers “rebuilding what once was concept”.

Steve looked at her confused as a pre-schooler who’s just been told that he cannot call the teacher ‘mom’. “What do you mean?” he half-sobbed.

She sighed, “I mean that it’s been years for you and weeks for us and still the only direction you seem to be able to look at everything that happened is the one where somehow you magically discover a way to turn back in time and resume your happy unaware life.” That was an unusually long sentence for Janine, whose primary and native language consisted of sceptical nods, expressive and judgemental eyebrows and the occasional grunt.

Predictably it was an exception and the precious sliver of patience was slipping quickly from Janine’s eyes. 

“I- I don’t know what else to do” Steve said, trying to fight tears with a very weak composure, straightening his back on the plush chair. “I tried to fix it, I fucked it up more instead.”

“And you think that the only thing on the other side of that is what? Perfection?” Janine slapped her thighs, getting up and around her desk. “Steve, our session is running short today, but listen to me carefully”, she paused, putting both her hands on Steve’s shoulders.

“The before you’re so stubbornly looking at through rose tinted glasses is the same place where everything you’re trying to untangle now was born.”

Steve lifted his glazed eyes to hers, mid-way between a(nother) breakdown and hopefulness.

“You’re scared. You already know you can’t have it back like it was, you already tried to puzzle your way into a life that wasn’t good enough for either of you.” She said.

Steve rose from the chair, slowly walking towards the door. “The sooner you let yourself break, break free from your already crushed castle of romanticised nostalgia, the sooner your fears will disappear.” Another pause, the bitch really was going in with the dramatics. “Then you can build anew.”

You reached Steve Harrington. I’m currently unavailable, please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. “Hey Steve, I know this is kind of out of the blue and I’m calling despite... fear eating me out because honestly. I mean, fuck, I can’t say I would still wanna talk to me if I was in your shoes, but.. Sweetheart I need to at least try, because... I haven’t seen you in more than a year and you’re still the only thing missing from my world for it to be even tolerable. So… what do you say about lunch and I don’t know, start over?”

Divider by @steddiecameraroll-graphics

[fatteningmenstories]

At your service part 5

 6 months 

 Every day the smell of sizzling bacon would find its ways through the suite and cluster around Alex’s bed, it become second nature for him to wake up, stomach rumbling eager to be fed. The smell of the pancakes filled the air as the robots brushed his teeth and washed him, Alex couldn’t even remember the last time he had to do all those tedious chores for himself. And finally the smell of freshly squeezed OJ called him to the dining table as he quickly pulled up his custom underwear and put on his fluffy robe and slippers, eager to eat his breakfast

Alex couldn’t place it but it was as if it had happened over night, but the food Unit cheffed up must have  almost doubled in size and quadrupled in taste, breakfast was constant feasts of platters filled high with greasy strips of bacon and towering stacks of plump pancakes. But despite this monstrous portions, by the time he was done with it there wasn’t a crumb left on the table, he was eating more than he had ever had and yet still he hungered for more. It might  have been when the gym was closed for temporary repairs which soon turned into an almost permanent closure that he saw his diet skyrocket in food ,  and at  first Alex was a little perplexed by this as the days turned into weeks of closure the idea of a gym even existing slowly faded out of his mind, instead it was replaced with hours spent lounging on the couch binge watching all the tv he could ever wanted, and  gaming  in the suite trying out the latest Vr experiences that required very little movement - hours  could be spent plugged in steering at the screen with one hand on the console and the other  constantly grazing on whatever snacks Unit left beside him. 

Lunch had now seemingly evolved into 2 meals  to make up the numerous amount of spare time in the day, Alex had the pleasure of being served lunch every where he was, the suite with its high tech technology bended and folded around him to make  suitable eating spaces that could accommodate for the copious amount of food that would be served up. Alex would stuff his face with Bbq coated ribs and handfuls of crispy chips  washing it all down with copious amounts of creamy milkshakes and refreshing coke without ever moving an inch .  After Lunch he would spend his hours in the newly built spa section - built just for him ( Mr Gordo’s fix due to current state of the gym he was told) , and just like ever other  part of the factory it was riddled with robots ready to serve Alex’s every whim and need. He was given  rigorous massages ( which he was told were the same exercise requirements as hitting the gym or something like that, when Unit brought up the numbers his mind quickly wondered). All he knew was that it worked for him, the machine had to all the work and all he had to do was lie there - all in all it sounded like the ideal workout, he was paraded around on a moveable island that was carried to various stations where the robots oiled him up and massaged his growing body,  finishing it off in a  long sauna session.  After being all pampered  up the rest of the day was spent lazing about and waiting for this  his next favourite part - Dinner. The simple knock of the door got his stomach rumbling,  and with the walk to dinner seemingly getting  longer and longer Alex was ravenous when he sat done at the table not nothing  the pungent  sweat forming in the rolls his ballooning body. 

Dinner was in a league of its own, like everything else it had been  ballooned to behind recognition, they must have spent hours in silence feasting on whatever Unit wheeled out, the pair of them ate like pigs and definitely started to resemble them - each other rubbing on the other, and after the seconds and the thirds the pair of them both forgot about the silly competition they had between them, as their laid back in the comfortable chairs, guts exposed to the world breathing their deep breathes too stuffed to move. However this moment of pause was shortly lived as with a the sound of a bell being rung, the door to the chocolate room was opened and  a tall  familiar muscular figure stood in the pathway. 

Over the duration of the stay Mr Gordo had gone on and on about Unit.2 how it would be lifelike, smarter more mobile - in simple mirroring the human body and mind - Alex had paid this little attention until the first prototypes started to move out , where he was met by more and more models - they started out ever so simple,  the first one was basically the base Unit model, but then as the weeks rolled past the model got more and more impressive. They got larger and larger, their limbs more smooth and their design more futuristic, it wasn’t long till their long  metals limbs were replaced with sleek metal human shaped arms, and long strong fitting legs replaced Unit’s giant wheels. The body of the machine evolved to mirror that of a firm metal torso, and finally the head was moulded into shape. When Mr Gordo finally reached the final model, Alex was at first a little drawn back up its startling familiar appearance

“Perplexed my dear boy’’

Alex was more the startled it looked almost like him

“Well my boy, I have a secret to profess, when I first laid eyes on you , I knew right then and there that you handsome form and shape would be the perfect base for Unit.2”

Alex didn’t know what to say as he approached the 7ft tall imposing metal robot that had a remarkable similarity to himself

‘Why don’t be alarmed - take it as a compliment of course - and Come meet Adam”

And with that the towering grey robot came to live, with red beaming eyes and a deep murmur, it came to live like a creature re-awakening of a long sleep, its limbs started to move and twist its parts shifted under their own weight and finally its head tilted just like a humans - until as if becoming aware of its environment it turned to face Alex 

And in a deep robotic voice it proclaimed 

“Hello Alexandra, how can I be of service today”

And since then Alex was hooked, he wished to spend ever second in this factory with this amazing experiment but under Mr Gordo’s order Adam’s appearances were heavily restricted. Alex could go weeks without seeing them, but that didn’t matter when Adam appeared in to the door way- just like they did tonight, they pair of them would spend hours communicating and conversing. Leaps and bounds were made in-between this appearance as Mr Gordo tinkered away and it wasn’t long that  Adam seemed to be a  fully sentient functioning robot who had their own their own thoughts and feelings.

And so when Unit rang the desert bell Alex did look forward to the food but the idea seeing Adam was more the greater reward. When Adam appeared it was like no time had even passed and the two would pick up on their long conversations, Adam couldn’t help but question the outside world and Alex was happy to abide. Adam just like Unit did learned all about Alex and most importantly he learned what a sweet tooth the boy and with its  more powerful body that had control over all the machines in the chocolate room it seemed to take joy in making  marvellous chocolate dishes for Alex to sink his teeth into. And the two’s relationship  only grew as Alex was stuffed his face with dessert after dessert explains his life outside as Adam happily watched and observed 

As the months  passed, Alex could barely keep track of what he ate for dinner the previous day let alone what day it was , he was happily living in this chocolatey blissful bubble  - and although the outside world wasn’t far away- he gave it no thought at all but all this came crashing down the moment Mr Gordo opened his lips to say 

“Well Alex, I hope you’ve  enjoyed you stay here - what is it one one week left till I have to bid you goodbye’

It was like an endless cold rain cloud over his head , Alex felt as if he had been rudely awoken from a perfect dream to his harsh new reality that he would have to return to the outside world , the food over the week seemed colder and his bed was less comfy now that he knew this was all not permeant, and as much as he wished it wouldn’t the week flew by until it was his final night

And with Unit packing his bags, he was soon met with an even harshly reality, he’d gone a bit too crazy with his bulk and was had long passed  chubby territory and his once trim muscular body was unmistakable fat

 The rude awakening occurred to him as he pulled out his pre factory life clothes, and even with Unit’s help he couldn’t squeeze himself back into them his nikey joggers wouldn’t budge over his pudgy thighs, his tight muscle frame shirts strained to get over his ample pecs not to mention his mountainous abdomen with his larger shirts failing at the next hurdle - his ample love handles leaving his girth sides and front bulge out. 

And as the sound of tearing filled the room as he tried to put on his Nikey jacket over him it  stood no chance against his hefty back Alex  knew it was futile. How had he let this happen, he thought as he stared at himself in the suite’s 360 mirrors he knew he had put on some weight, maybe some muscle as well but as he tried to flex his arms all he saw was fat. Admittedly he knew  had gone overboard with the food, but how couldn’t he wasn’t that what he was there for. His damn sweet tooth had cursed him as piled dish after dish down into his greedy mouth and now his big mouth had caught up to him.

 Alex knew he had put on some fat in his stay but seeing his torn trousers on the floor and tank tops that he couldn’t squee his arms into it - he didn’t realise it was this bad. For fucks sake he had a proper fat boy gut, deep under there once stone-cut abs but now as he slapped his gut it jiggled,  and it wasn’t hard to see how his trousers split he was massive he even had  proper fat boy love handles not to mention jiggly man tits.  Turning around in the mirror he couldn’t help but shed a tear at his rotund arse - his muscular bubble but was long as he took tow hands to grip one doughy but cheek

Alex couldn’t even recognise himself as he saw the fat potbellied body  in the mirror mimic his every action . Fuckk, he thought as he rubbed his hands over his plumped up body, he was soft all over, how had he let his body get so bad - the factory life had been a very sweet tasty bubble and now all he had left to show for it was a pair of plump titis and a massive waistline. There was no doubt about it he looked like the picture boy of a chocolate factory FUCK,  he imagined it now - the  reporters face outside when they saw his fattie  frame step out 

The tabloids would be crazy, flashing his before and after picks on ever surface, his fat face and much fatter butt would be everywhere, he was too distracted pinch and poking his blubber to feel his dick grow hard under his wide stomach - it didn’t help that he couldn’t even see it 

“Master Alex, I am hearing lots of swearing coming from the suite - is everything all right”

“Look at me - Unit I’m a laughing stock”

Unit sensing distain in Alex’s voice - quickly activated it’s reassurance protocols

“What ever is the matter, all I see is a Strapping young man - who I can sense has a very muscle percentage under all that ”

‘And you  from what you’ve been telling me you will drop all this weight in no time’ Unit continued as it feeled up Alex’s overweight  body

Maybe it was Unit’s exploring arms rubbing his flesh frame to their sweet lies but as Alex’s head was slowly feeling with endorphins as Unit started to massage his portly frame  he did wonder how glorious his cut would be after this ‘bulk’

Unit went on - detecting it was working with Alex’s raised endorphins and growing member 

“With your previous calculations I am certain you will get straight back in shape in no time at all anyway as I calculate most of weight is simply water weight ’

It was like a light was switched on in Alex’s head, of course that makes more sense - this was all just water weight wasn’t it , and of course  Unit  was not going to lie  to him about it . Alex’s worries seen faded away  and were replaced with spastic waves oh his dick cumiming  as  imagined how shredded  he would be after his cut while Unit continued to massage his fatty rolls harder and harder 

 And as Unit wiped away his cum  Alex had no time to think about his cut as his thoughts were quickly distracted by the knocking on the door - it was dinner and he had  definitely worked himself up an appetite

The walk seemed to take forever  ,as  Mr Gordo went on and one with how  much Unit was cooking up a to honour Alex’s departure, as as Alex’s mouth watered his chubby legs tried to get him there as fast as they could 

Unit had of course outdone themselves once again, when the plates were delivered it was like a chip was activated  in Alex’s brain hie eyes took in the towering plates of food and his arms reached out to grab them  all he wanted to do was eat and eat. Even as he felt the mound of his body  hit the table as reached over to pick up the medium done  steaks and piles of creamy mash potatoes, he couldn’t help himself - and besides this was his last night a little indulge wouldn’t hurt

Ring Ring Ring, the sound of  Unit ringing the bell for desert only ruled Alex more to finish his food to get ready for dessert, he felt the warmth he felt every night for the last 6 months of stuffing himself to the brim and it only made me more hungry 

“My boy, I will miss you very much”

Mr Gordo went on as the pair of them scarfed down  their third desert delivered by hand by  Adam

“This whole factory has learnt so much form you - not to mention Adam’

Alex turned to see Adam performing their task’s  fast and swiftly in the background - Alex didn’t let on that he would probably miss Adam more than Mr Gordo

Mr Gordo went on 

“And I see that you have certainly changed since staying in my factory - haven’t you my boy’ Mr Gordo chuckled as he reached over to  prod Alex in his fatty rolls 

“You see that its not so hard to put on the pounds when staying in a Chocolate factory, not long till you’re my size - hey boy”

He chuckled 

‘What… oh this its nothing’ Alex retorted slapping his padded midsection - he didn’t notice Adam’s attention turning  towards him in the background

“Couple shifts in the gym - and it will be right off - old man’ Alex laughed as he grabbed for another scoop of ice-cream 

“All I need is a good week of gym sessions - and I will back in action, and more stole than ever’

Alex went on, not noticing the scheming eye of Mr Gordo

“I’ve got a long way till I’m anyway near your ballpark… ’’

And as Alex tugged into his fourth helping delivered straight by Adam - he certainly didn’t notice the enlarged vein on Mr Gordo’s head 

“ But I …I … mean sure I’m not in the best shape right now, and the  media will go crazy when I step outside tomorrow’ Alex stuttered as he remembered how much water weight he was carrying right now licking his bowl clean in between words.

“But I sure, yh, that all I need is a few gym sessions and I can drop this water weight’ He said halve convincingly  

‘ All water weight you say, huh boy Why if that so .. and all you need is few shifts in the gym and you will back in fighting shape’

Alex nodded, his double chins bulging  out as as his  lowered his head 

The boy had failed to learn his lesson, even when he was carrying all these extra pounds he still saw himself as a titan of of fitness - Mr Gordo thought, he  had to fix this fast and he knew just the way to do it.

“Hey my  boy, If that’s so, why don’t you extend your stay here, save the initial embarrassment tomorrow you know and drop the weight in here’

Alex sighed a bigger internal relief than he realised   - this was easily an lifesaver, he could drop all his extra padding here while living the good this was an easy answer

‘Oh yh of course - best of both worlds huh, I’m sure the girls can wait a through more weeks till they me ha’ He chuckled trying to play it cool - flexing his porky arms

“Excellant, my dear  boy only issue is  you’ve will just have to sign another waive of course, nothing serious just protocol and stuff’

“Yh cool - whatever’ Alex was over the moon, but made sure to play it cool 

He quickly signed the contact to distract to properly  read it as  Adam brought him his fifth  helping of chocolate  ice cream to celebrate the good news

Mr Gordo chuckled to himself, as he picked up the signed contact, wiping off the chocolate from Alex’s mess. The boy  had fallen into the trap just like a fat boy in a candy shop -  he had been to eager and had happily skipped over the clauses of definite containment in the factory, giving Mr Gordo all the time he needed to finish playing with his plump guinea pig

[solradguy]

Mr! I hope you’re having a good day on this Friday! It’s January, but it’s raining a lot for me. I had a grilled cheese with fried tomatoes! I hope you’re having a good day!

Hello!! Grilled cheese with fried tomatoes is SUPER GOOD!! I always put tomatoes in my grilled cheeses :-) A little trick I learned from a garlic bread recipe is putting just a very thin layer of mayonnaise on the inside where the cheese goes. So little you can't even really taste it. It makes the inside of the sandwich kinda soft/chewy while the outside is still crunchy!!

My Friday went really good!! My sister took my mom and I out for BBQ at a local family-run Korean place. We got bulgolgi and brisket. Idk if it's part of the bulgolgi experience or not, but the meat wrapped in one of the big lettuce leaves, a bit of kimchi, and then dipped in this sort of salted oil dressing they serve in a dish alongside sriracha is 10/10 I go nuts for that stuff. Below the restaurant was an Asian market and I got stuff to make onigiri!! And some gummy snacks. They had lychee ones mmmmmmm

After BBQ, we went to the art museum. My sister and mom wanted to check out the contemporary gallery so we went there after browsing through the Chinese and Indian galleries. There's a ~7ft tall wooden carving of Guanyin that my mom absolutely loves that we have to go see every time haha It's right next to two statues of monstrous Chinese tomb guardians that I really like so we both win going through there.

In the contemporary gallery the other year, my mom took a picture of my sister looking at one of the pieces that my sister really liked and wanted to recreate. The gallery manager took the picture for us and then we got into a conversation about how unrelated art forms can influence our perceptions of other works of art. He also said something along the lines of, "I think it's a more interesting conversation when there's some disagreement instead of everyone agreeing all of the time. This is my honest opinion as a French man" and I don't know if recreational disagreement is part of French culture or not, but it was a good point and said with some humor so I thought it was funny.

Tastes in music were brought up in this conversation too and he laughed when I said I liked heavy metal because, a few years ago, he had been on a trip through Europe with his girlfriend when the train broke. The repairs were going to take the entire night so they told the passengers to go enjoy themselves while they were stuck there in Germany. The gallery manager said that he wasn't really fond of heavy metal, but that Iron Maiden was touring in that city that very night and all the train passengers went and saw them together haha He said they changed his opinion on metal. I think the moral of the story there was "It's good to expose yourself to things you think you might hate because it could turn out that you do enjoy them after all."

I've been big into knights again lately so after this I went through the armor gallery to see if they'd gotten anything new in. They didn't, but they DO have this sword that's almost as long as I am tall (6'5"). It was funny though because it's significantly larger than the Outrage but it's two entire pounds lighter lol 8lbs versus the Outrage's 10lbs.

After this we got tea and cookies and then went back home. It was fun!!

[newtafterdark]

Deciding to tackle the hrt part of my transition in my 30s honestly excites me so much for so many reasons.

I am so happy to simply just be a big bearded bear who is skilled enough to work the bbq grill and knows how to construct things with wood and stone… while also honestly just standing there looking cute in a machanic's shop because he doesn't know jack shit about repairing vehicles.

Plus, even currently, before hrt, my body is changing in ways at this age that make me feel at home in this body for the first time in decades. I am excited to see how I'll feel when max body euphoria sets in eventually.

tldr: I am filled with joy at the thought that I'll just be some dude in a couple of years. :>

[frobin]

What does FRobin do around the house?

Who does the cooking/cleaning or who’s in charge of which household chore? Any headcannons of their house life? ❤️

Heya Anon! Again sorry for the late reply.

So, modern AU headcanons!

Franky is keeping the house up to code, doing repairs, changeing lightbulbs and also doing most of the cleaning. Because he loves to use the tools you need for all that. He likes to clean, like using a vacuum and see all the dirt being sucked in? Also using a steam deep cleaner for the floor on a regular basis, putting new wax on the wooden floors? using a new steam window cleaner and maybe one of those little robots? That's the thing. They also do have roombas but they don't survive too long because Franky tries to make them better.

He is also the one doing most of the work int he garden. As in, taking care of the trees and mow the lawn... but only from time to time because Robin likes the wild flowers that are growing.

tl;dr Franky: repairs, cleaning, garden

Robin is doing most of the cooking (except for BBQ that is Franky's thing). She enjoys to work in the kitchen and to cook, using all kinds of recipes. They give her structure and safety but she is also learning to change them according to her own taste. She is also responsible for the decorations. She loves to change them according to the time of the year. Spring colours, summer, fall, winter. She mostly shops second hand. They have a collection of ugly cups that Robin loves. While the cutlery and plates are a while mess of styles, the DVD, CD and Book collections are always in order.

Robin is also having a part in the garden work. She has multiple patches with flowers and tends to them. They also have some vegetable patches that she also takes care of.

tl;dr Robin: cooking, decorating, garden

A lot of other things (that I can't think of right now) they do together. Like they go shopping (Robin is the one keeping the grocery list updated while Franky is the one looking for special offers and coupons) and pay the bills together. And of course if needed they do help each other with each task.

I am aware that it's sounds pretty straight forward but in my mind it also makes sense.

I hope you like the answers, anon! Did I forget something?

[ponponpopcorn]

DB Fanfic made on franticfanfic so it's sloppily written LOL

@superduperdragonball and i both wrote it! squiggle marks ~ where we each leave off. ill let u guys (pointing at the screen) guess who wrote what part

THE POWER OF THE IPHONE

Prompt Characters: Piccolo and Bulma

Info: Set in Super Hero time, Piccolo just wants to fix his broken iphone and it leads to an unlikely scenario....

"Why isn't this thing working...?"

Tap Tap tap, Piccolo's nail hits his phone screen rapidly like a beginner playing Pikachu in Smash Bros. Three days prior, he dropped his Iphone 500 mid-flight and he remained unaware of the limits of current technology. His screen was cracked horribly and it had ceased function, staying frozen at his google search of "Best Romance Novels 2024".

"Tch. It looks like I'll have to ask Bulma for help." Piccolo groans. He flies off from home on his way to Capsule Corp.

Bulma is excited at the sight of her green friend greets him, "Piccolo?! How rare! It's been since the SUPER HERO stuff!"

~

Piccolo landed before crossing his arms over his chest.

"Don't assume this will be a more common occurance. I"m just here to fix my IPhone."

he pulled his torn to shreds IPhone out of his pocket and threw it towards the woman.

Barely catching it, Bulma balanced on her toes before settling with a sigh

"You ZFreaks never visit me just cause! It's always FIX THIS or FIND THE DRAGONBALLS with you guys! Why can't we just like- I dont know... Go BOWLING!"

...

"Bowling..?" Piccolo tilted his head

"Oh it's like... you throw a ball and hit pins." Bulma took out her pocket tool kit and started finnicking with the Phone

"Hm... Well, if it would please you I would go 'Bowling' with you. I figured it would be a fitting thank you for fixing the phone."

"Aw geez Piccolo! You know you dont owe anything. Just kidding, you do! Lets go bowling this weekend"

Bulma handed Piccolo his repaired Iphone before Trunks ran out and pointed at it and said

"Iphone"

~

piccolo mutters as he leaves, "Iphone...."

Timeskip to Saturday!!!!!!

Piccolo: Vegeta's here too...?

Vegeta: Don't get the wrong idea. Kakarott cancelled our dat- Our fight. our fight. Something about goten's band recital. I'm going to go for Day 2 of the concert tomorrow.

Bulma: Isn't this great!!!! I'll go get some pizza and you boys can hang out here.

Vegeta: .....

Piccolo: .....

Vegeta: ........ So you had that thing fixed?

Piccolo: ..? oh . oh yeah! Now I can play Suika game on my phone again (insert suika game music)

Vegeta: How stupi-......... Let me have a try.

Ten minutes later..

Bulma: Hey guys I'm back! Hope you like BBQ chicken pizza! Oh!

Vegeta: YES NEW HIGH SCORE!!!

Piccolo: Heh, not bad.

Bulma: wowww on they phonesssss let's start bowling

Bulma surprisingly does well at bowling. Okay people need to acknowledge she's not super weak like she can get around she seems a lil sporty at the very least OK!!!!

Piccolo; (panting) how does she get so many strikes

Vegeta: FUCK ANOTHER SPARE!!!!!!

The game ends with a Bulma sweep, Vegeta does better and piccolo... needs to improve, but it's only his first time. Vegeta's been a couple of times with Trunks like when he got an 80 on his last math final.

Vegeta: ...... That was a good experience.

Piccolo: Haha, yeah. How about we go again.

Bulma: what happened

[icallhimjoey]

SPOILERS AHEAD!

First off, even though I was not at all sober enough to do so I read the first chapter IMMEDIATELY and then had to go to bed, then spend all of Monday thinking about how excited I was to re-read it and respond when I got the chance because this story has gripped me already.

Second, you had me from the get go. Delivering the heat from the jump, first chapter, just diving straight in??? I’m here. for. it.

Let’s get into it: the GAZING (I’m both uncomfortable and turned on by this, it’s a battlefield of emotions), the way he tries to trap us into cuddling afterwards, Joe waiting at the threshold for us like he can’t wait any longer, baiting us into practically attacking him, his little attempts at small talk (honestly, so cute), the prolonged kissing of bruises and fake injuries (!!!), the predictable within-our-comfort-zone sex that Joe knew we expected and needed while never pushing that boundary (we appreciate a man who knows not to pull stupid shit when all we’re looking for is a familiar and predictable good time), kissing as foreplay, GRINNING INTO THE KISS (the kind of soft moment I LIVE for)…

The looking at you after was one of those softer moments too. You were on your back and catching your breath as you stared up at the ceiling, and Joe was just sort of... staring at you. Slowly studying your face from the side, letting his eyes dance over your profile like he’d never seen it before.

Joe looked and looked and looked until you turned your head and he quickly looked away. Pretended he hadn’t been looking. Like peripheral vision wasn’t a thing.

“…Look at me like you mean it or keep your eyes closed.”

It earned a huff of laughter from Joe who now rolled over onto his side to watch without restriction. No hiding what he was doing.

…When you wanted soft touches and face-to-face sex where Joe forced eye-contact.

No.

Joe never forced anything.

But Joe would go, “hey,” real soft, would repeat it until you actually heard it, and it would make you look at him. Then he’d hold your gaze. Was very intense sometimes, especially if you were close and he held eye-contact right as he fucked you through it.

Your sister’s boyfriend had a birthday barbecue that you’d attend, and you needed to find a good cobbler to fix a shoe you’d broken in a mad dash for a tube replacement bus the other day but – no real plans.

Ok but when I read BBQ and cobbler in the same sentence, my American ass thought you meant cobbler like the dessert until I remembered that people who repair shoes are also called cobblers 😂 (so stupid). I also was very confused about the squash and water thing, literally imagining a slice of some sort of squash like butternut or spaghetti and wondering if this is a thing outside the States, and being so confused as to why anyone would put squash in their water unless they’re talking about watermelon or cucumber which I’m not even sure are part of the squash family?? Then I finally googled it and I’ve learned something new so thanks for that.

And finally… I’m not gonna lie, I melted a little when Joe set aside some leftovers especially for us, and then when he tried to ask us to hang out all awkward and hopeful and shit, then telling us to text him when we get home because if we don’t he’ll worry, making sure we come first (damn straight).

Like, this first chapter got me hook, line, and sinker and now I’m fiendish for mooorrrreee…

teaching americans about squash was not something i had on my bingo card for 2023 but, here we are!

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[idv-news-boi]

If your muse became a parent to a child How would they be like, and what type of parenting style would they use?

To both Laurence and Akihiko

Laurence

It’s hard to imagine him having kids sooner after marriage is silly, but if he ever wants to, he would.

Soccer dad most likely.

Would call his child “superstar”, “champ”, or anything that brighten up the child.

He can be the parent that seems to forget stuff due to so much work and tight schedule that nearly prevents him from seeing his child often, he actually remembers every single things in the to-so list of the household. If it’s his turn to take care of the baby/child, he already has his corporation know about his weekly schedule beforehand.

Laurence would teach them many essential things, like how to repair a car, fishing, camping, hunting, cooking, etc. Even giving random tips about life!

Despite also making sure that the line between reality and fantasy worlds don’t get blurred, he also protects his child(ren)‘s childhood like letting them believe that Santa is real (but also adding that only gives gifts to children in need) for example.

He unhesitatingly would send his child to a scout camp, you know, boy’s scout or girl’s scout- it honestly doesn’t matter the gender, is just a group of kids doing actual essential learning for survival, artistic, social, and physical skills! Education for his children can be so important as well as their health.

Would buy them ice cream or make bbq on the backyard event after his children finish their tests or finals (part 2 if they happen to pass the exams too!)

Always wants to keep the kids on their toes, and to never ever touch phone addiction! He would successfully offer so many kinds of entertainment that doesn’t have to do with screen-time. Books, sports, traveling, etc… Can you imagine the kind of dad that brings his kids to work? Well, it sometimes involves going to a different country that would be fun to look around!

Laurence doesn’t like to lock his kids at the house and wants them go out very often! He picks his kids from school by card, or walk them home if the school happens to be very close- teaches them how to take train, bus, taxi, boat, airplane, etc. that way they would know where to go in the future when they want to travel somewhere!

Gives good advices on how to make friends at school, but also how to carefully make great bonds that last longer.

Akihiko

He’s from a family where they prepare the money for both the kid’s birth, necessities, AND the entire school life tuitions before doing it./ih

Despite being a quiet gentleman, he honestly wouldn’t dare to keep secrets from his kids. Unless is something very complicated and… dangerous part of his job.

And you know, the kind of papa that doesn’t let out much words. But he protects and cherishes his kid in his own ways.

He encourages his children to do gardening, even having each of them have a bonsai to take care of as a way of teaching them how to nurture something and embrace nature.

His teachings may be a bit strict at first, keeping them on their toes and make them have some discipline for themselves. His way to reward for their efforts is most likely headpats… and let them tell one thing they like to do for the day, but only once.

I can imagine him also teaching his kids how to do households chores if they ever have to live on their own(I mean, that is honestly up to the kids when they grow up, he honestly doesn’t mind them stay with him) also training them by giving them kendo or archery lessons.

Like Laurence, he would already have his workplace know about his weekly schedule beforehand. He probably is even more responsible at home than you ever thought.

With that result, the kids would often come back home by themselves from school. Hang their bookbags into their respective shelves, shower, and even have their mom or dad make them something to eat. If they’re not around, the kids would’ve already know how to make snacks by themselves before going to their rooms to do their homework. If there are any questions they’re struggling with, Akihiko always assures to come back early as usual to help them with their homework.

He would bring kids to work if the holiday comes.

Besides chores, Akihiko tries to make sure he isn’t emotionally absent to his children. He willingly lets them come to his room and listen to their troubles and assist them as much as he can when they need it.

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Tuesday 7th March 2023

Our apartment could hardly be described as roughing it. The Motels can only be regarded as adequate in most cases and we only used them in the Outback when no Airbnb solution was available. This place is total luxury with the covered area containing the BBQ (with sink), bar style seating, sofas, Netflix and hot tub allow the perceived outdoor Aussie lifestyle become an absolute reality and is extremely desirable. Martine is most pleased because she once more has a cafetiere. I think I want to live here. Thing is, if you go past our superbly appointed apartment around a corner of the outside space, there is what one might describe as a well appointed shed. Perhaps that was where we were supposed to be? The first thing on the agenda was to go down to the station to check arrangements for the train journey on Thursday on the tilt train to Brisbane. We popped into the station at about 5 o'clock yesterday and it was completely deserted and locked apart from a couple of girls who appeared to be living in the waiting room. Well at least the bedrolls were laid out. Perhaps they were Matilda's?

After so much travelling we thought a quiet day was required and the best place to find a quiet day is on a deserted beach. We asked our host, Deborah, where we would find such a place. Well she said you don't need to be in woop woop! Yes they do actually say this! Aussie for middle of nowhere! Anyway on her advice we pointed the Nissan towards Yeppoon. Well that is after we had another go at the station. The staff were all there this morning and we made arrangements to dump our cases there tomorrow evening. I think the itinerant girls had moved out of the waiting room. Yeppoon was 35 mins drive away but we were soon to be getting our first glimpse of the Pacific again after what seems ages. We were heading for Cooee Bay, Wreck Point Lookout, and Lammermoor Beach. James Cook had called here in 1770, but it was in 1802 that the famous Navigator and Cartographer Matthew Flinders arrived as part of his renowned circumnavigation of Australia mapping the country for the first time. Some of his maps are still in use today apparently. Aussies love Flinders and his cat Trim. There are monuments, roads, stations, statues to his and Trim's memory all over. He returned to England and soon after died aged 40 in 1814. Big hero, gone. Not only that but he was buried in St James cemetery near to Euston station but even in 1852 the exact location was lost. Some people were convinced he was buried under platform 4. However when clearing the old cemetery for HS2, they found him! He was one of 40,000 graves cleared. I heard he is likely to be reburied with his father in Lincoln. Wreck Point recognised the loss of the good ship Salina in 1848. She was due into Sydney in July 1847 but she failed to arrive. Instead she washed up at Wreck Point 15 months later with no explanation. Well life is full of mysteries. We had no hope of solving this so we moved on to Lammermoor Beach for the quiet time. And quiet it was too. We had the beach to ourselves. We discovered approaching the beach there was a local outlaw, the Tilapia fish. Report all cases, it is an offence to have one dead or alive! Well we tried to be helpful; looked everywhere for it but couldn't find him. Luncheon came and went, the sun baked down in a cloudless sky moving what little shade there was but still 33 degrees. The beach started to fill as the kids came out of school so we moved on to Emu Park. Now we could do with seeing a few more Emus but it turns out Emu Park is a small township with no Emus apart from an artist's depiction of some but with fantastic views of the Keppel Islands nonetheless. Disappointed, but a couple of Magnums did the trick and we repaired to Woolworths and Liquorland for some beers and other items for another BBQ.

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