#So I mostly just cry and bite myself a lot or whatever

[badd-bunny]

Fluff Alphabet- Min-su Park

The first one with Thanos was pretty well recieved so thought I would share some of my thoughts on Min-su 👉👈 Could totally write one of these for angst I feel myself leaning towards it sometimes 😂

a | attention: how much attention do they give and would like to receive in the relationship? ☹ He's rather low maintenance, he doesn't need much attention and honestly would get overwhelmed by a clingier partner. More subtle with his own attention, willing to give it the second it's asked. He wants to make you happy just gets nervous, worried he'll say or do the wrong thing.

b | baby: would they want a family? ☹ I feel like he'd like a family, enjoying being able to come home to someone, someone to support him be there for him, he wouldn't be a family planner I think. It would be a very happy accident, and if the family is just you and him. He would propose with whatever ring he could, might be an eight dollar ring but it doesn't matter. Heart is in the right place.

c | cuddle: what are they like when they cuddle with you? ☹ Nuzzler. He nuzzles a lot, his head on your shoulder, shimmying into your side, laying his head on your lap, nuzzling into you stomach, taking your hand and nuzzling his forehead against it. When he cuddles in bed, he lays on his back and had you lay up against his chest.

d | dates: what are dates with them like? what do they like to do? ☹ He's a more traditional guy I feel, very typical dates. Takes you out to a nice restaurants, wears his best clothes he has, greets you with a compliment and a smile. Maybe some flowers for the first few dates, rented a car that's pretty nice, leather interior. Pays for the date, probably ordering beyond his means and sweats when he sees the bill come. Walking you all the way to your front door.

e | equal: do they prefer to be more in control or laid-back in the relationship? ☹ Laid back, he kinda just let's things happen and is a passenger princess of the relationship. You pick out the date spots, he'll take you You pick out the furniture for the apartment he doesn't really have an input it's fine. You pick the pacing, he has wants and needs but doesn't really address them and would just rather go by your pace and he'll get what he wants eventually right? (Like you're a mind reader or something smh)

f | fights: how do they handle fights? ☹ Does not, when he falls in love and you guys fight it feels like his heart was stomped out of his chest, he's crying and say he'll do better if you just give him another chance. (Just assumes any bigger fight is going to lead to a break up) if it's more early on he'll just take it while biting his lip. He's upset but he doesn't want to make the situation worse. He's a runner though so be careful. Prone to locking himself away or going on a long walk and dreading coming home cause the problem is still there waiting for him.

g | gratitude: how grateful are they to have you? how do they say thank you? ☹ He is genuinely very grateful, he shows it in little ways, buying you stuff that he knows you've been eyeing. Cuddling with you after a long day, he'll take care of dinners whether it's getting take out or making something at home, whatever you want. He will provide to the best of his abilities.

h | honesty: how honest are they with you? how important is honesty to them? ☹ He does keep his cards close to his chest, he's not exactly an open book. It's not that he lies, he just never tells you anything and you have to ask questions and try to pull it out of him through communication. He's not overly worried about your honestly, as long as you aren't cheating or having a secret life, your life is yours and he wants to be a part of it, but he won't force you to open up and spill your guts.

i | insight: how easy is it for them to read your mind and tell how you are feeling? ☹ Very good mind reader, he picks up mostly on your body language and guesses from there, he's usually pretty close not always spot on.

j | Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) ☹ Does get jealous, he looks at the person he's jealous of and starts dissecting himself to see all the differences between him and the other person, usually ends up going through a slight crisis where he's changing up his attitude, style, hair, whatever to emulate the person he's jealous of, but then he feels stupid and just feels worse about himself.

k | kisses: what are their kisses like? who kissed who first? where do they like to kiss you? ☹ His kisses are chaste, and tender. Not one for making out sloppy style but he'll hold onto a kiss, letting it linger, or make out without tongue. Loves kissing your knuckles absent mindedly on the day to day, if you're cuddling he likes kissing your chest or stomach.

l | love language: what’s their favorite love language? ☹ Feel like his is gift giving and words of affirmation

m | marriage: would they want to get married? does it cross their mind? what would the marriage be like? ☹ Yes, he wants to get married yesterday. Feel like he wants to have the family dynamic, he's wanted to get married since he was a little boy, envisioning his future partner walking down the isle on a beautiful day. (He's a not too secret romantic) He would do his best to provide which usually ends up in him getting himself into trouble. You probably shouldn't marry him, if you do, don't open a joint account, he WILL tank your credit score by trying every other business venture to try and build a good life for ya'll

n | nicknames: would they use nicknames on you? do they like when you use nicknames on them? ☹ Does use nicknames, also uses your name too. Doesn't mind you doing nicknames, doesn't like the cupcake, snookums, overly cutesy nicknames though.

o | open: how long does it take for them to open up to you for the first time? ☹ Doesn't, unless he feels like he was given an ultimatum or he was caught red handed in one of his identity crisis's while being jealous he still doesn't let out the full truth. Worried you'll think he's an embarrassing loser, but it is when he admits his feelings for you.

p | pda: thoughts on public displays of affection? ☹ Doesn't like them. very uncomfortable, he'd rather keep the affection at home.

q | quality time: what do they like to do when they’re with you? how affectionate are they behind closed doors? ☹ Likes to watch stuff, binge watching shows, movies that's an easy go to (usually it's laying together doomscrolling and showing eachother funny memes, but HE says his favorite is watching movies.) He's pretty affectionate at home, usually lounging and touching in some way shape or form. If you're on separate couches he'll wrap one of his fingers around yours while tapping away on his phone.

r | realize: when did they realize they fell in love with you? why did they fall in love with you? ☹ Morbid enough he realized he loved you after upsetting you so bad you didn't want to talk with him. He knew he cared about you, but if you left him on read, or said you needed time to yourself. He felt this pit in his stomach and he was scared you wouldn't come back. He isn't clingy but all of a sudden, a life without you just didn't feel right, it wasn't something he felt like he could deal with. Fell in love with you for the way you made him feel, seen, respected, like and equal and not just some meek dude who is in over his head.

s | sad: how would they cheer you up when you’re sad? ☹ He's a company person, he doesn't really know what to say or do, but he'll sit next to you. Keep you company so you aren't alone, if you are a touchy person he'll sit quietly holding your hand, tracing your knuckles. He wants you to know he's there for you.

t | thrill: would they do any new things to spice up your relationship? ☹ Totally could see him experimenting to get out of his comfort zone, whether it's trying a new place, going on a impromptu trip. I feel like a positive relationship would help him with his confidence. Also feel like he would experiment with his style, if he notices your type in guys is different from how he looks, he'd do some rendevous, this is how he ends up with bleaching his hair in the sink and WebMB doctoring himself when his scalp is burning an hour later.

u | unwind: how do they like to unwind and relieve stress when with you? ☹ I get the vibe he's a reader and a doomscroller. He lays up against you and scrolls through his phone for hours on financial tiktok, get rich quick schemes thinking. 'I could totally do that' not realizing it's all money pits, or scrolling through booktok and jotting down books he'll never start or finish reading.

v | vouch: how would they vouch for you in any situation you might be in trouble? ☹ Brother is a mouse, let's be real. He is a grown man, he tries to stand up and be the man but usually it ends up backfiring and he creates a bigger mess and irritates the person further, or the negativity gets jumped onto him and at least he can take it instead. He'd rather he take the brunt then you.

w | willingness: what lengths are they willing to go in order for the relationship? is it worth sacrificing for in their eyes? ☹ Honestly? Feel like he wouldn't be willing. Like he WANTS to be, but the thought of sacrificing a lot makes his skin crawl. I feel like naturally he's very protective of himself, and he DOES love and care about his partner a lot, it's just jumping that hurdle from a 'him' situation to an 'Us' situation.

x | exes: how would they handle situations with your exes? how are they like with their exes? ☹ Tries to get along with your ex if you guys are still friends, but he can get uncomfortable. Especially if they are the exact opposite of him. He's pretty awkward with his own ex's too, he wants to get along with his ex, I feel like he'd still care about them and want to be friends but the branch from lover to friends can be difficult to maintain (and I feel like he would get toooo close to his exes again and make himself confused. If you're an angst fan.)

y | yearn: how would they cope when you’re away? what are they like when they reunite with you after being gone for so long? ☹ Sulker, doesn't even realize he's sulking but he gets more quiet. Slinks away to be by himself, spends time in his room. When you get back he'll be like a shadow for a few days. Following room to room just to sit in the room. Don't even need to talk just likes having you in eye sight.

z | zzz: what are they like when sleeping with you? what are some habits they have? ☹ Sleeps like a otter, on his back, hand on his stomach, one pillow under his head and most nights falls asleep holding your hand. Doesn't like cuddling while sleeping but he does like to touch still

[agent-troi]

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1. If Wishes Were Horses

In retrospect, they really should have seen it coming. But, of course, they hadn’t, because they didn’t want to. And now they had no other choice but to stare it right in the face and acknowledge it. “I didn’t leave… because I’d have rather died myself than lose Carter.” “Why?” “Because I care about her. A lot more than I’m supposed to.” The spinning red vortex on the screen faded to a calm, clear blue. That was a good thing, Sam reminded herself. It meant Colonel O’Neill wasn’t a za’tarc. It also meant he was totally, irrevocably, hopelessly in love with her.

2. Wild Guesses and Lemon Trees

“Ow!” Jack winced and pulled away from Dr. Fraiser, scowling. “Didn’t you take some kind of oath or something?” “Hold still, Colonel,” Janet chastised him as she turned his head so that his half-stitched scalp wound was facing her again. “If you don’t stop fidgeting you’ll tear your stitches and I’ll have to make you stay here overnight for observation. Maybe a few days. Or how does a week sound?” “Powermonger,” Jack grumbled. “That’s Doctor Powermonger to you, Colonel.”

3. Aftermath

Jacob Carter rushed into the ‘gate room just in time to see Jack O’Neill emerge from the wormhole, a broken, bloodied Sam in his arms. Teal’c was right behind them, but Jacob paid him no heed as he sprinted up the ramp. “Sam—?” “She’s okay,” Jack reassured him immediately. “Well, a little beat up. But mostly tired. The adrenaline rush wore off before we got back to the ‘gate, so I carried her the rest of the way.” Sam made a small sound somewhere between a hum and a whimper, her fingers curled tightly around the edge of Jack’s vest even in sleep. Anxiety twisted in Jacob’s gut, and he reached out to brush a lock of blood-encrusted hair back from Sam’s face. It had to be serious, whatever Jack said, if Sam hadn’t insisted on walking back to the ‘gate under her own power.

4. no mirrors for monsters

“Well, it only took six years,” Jack said as he cracked open his beer and raised it to clink the rim against Carter’s. “But– finally– the Ba’als are no longer in our court.” Carter laughed and met his gaze, grinning. He loved her this way– he loved her all ways, but especially this way– open and unguarded, a far cry from the days when she’d have to bite her lip and duck her head to hide her smile, because god forbid someone with the power to do something about it caught her and her CO making heart eyes at each other. He was pretty sure they had done a terrible job of hiding it anyway, and it had only been Hammond’s willingness to look the other way that had saved them. Here’s to you, George, Jack said silently as he lifted the beer to his lips, looking out across the lake behind his cabin. You were a real one.

5. Drawing Dead

“Jack! Good to see you, man.” “Andy, buddy, how are ya?” The men exchanged shoulder slaps as Jack entered the house, a case of beer in one hand. “I hope you’re ready to be cleaned out.” “In your dreams, Jack.” Andy followed Jack into the living room, where the poker table was in the process of being set up. “Barney, look who’s here.” Andy’s deputy looked up from where he sat shuffling the deck and waved. “Hey, Jack.” “Hey, Barney.” Jack plunked the case of beer down and looked around the table. “Only five chairs? The usual suspects not coming, then?” Barney shook his head. “Steve and Ryan had to work, and Tim’s got some thing with his wife, so I invited a couple of buddies from CSPD instead.” As if on cue, the doorbell rang. “I got it,” said Andy, and he went to answer the door, returning moments later with two men who presumably were the couple of buddies in question. When he saw them, Jack felt the blood drain from his face. Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me… “Hey, guys.” Barney got up from the table to greet both men. “Andy, Jack, you both know Nick, and this guy here is Pete. He just transferred from the Denver P.D. a few months ago.” “Actually,” Jack said slowly, “Pete and I have met.” Well, there goes my night.

6. somewhere on your road tonight

“Okay, kids, gather ‘round.” Jack clinked a spoon against his glass of champagne several times to get everyone’s attention. SG-1 past and present (plus Cassie and Hammond) were scattered around his living room, celebrating Carter’s recent promotion to full-bird colonel and her appointment as commander of the Atlantis expedition. She was due to leave tomorrow, and had thus far refrained from imbibing excessively, citing the need to keep a clear head the next morning. Unlike Daniel, who had never been able to hold his liquor and was already leaning sideways in Jack’s easy chair after only two beers, the champagne in his own glass threatening to spill over onto the carpet. Vala was sitting on one arm of the chair, hovering over Daniel and playing with his hair, which had started to grow out a bit again. Daniel feigned annoyance as he made feeble attempts to bat her hands away, and Jack wondered how long it would take for them to get their act together. It had taken eight years and external intervention from several people for something to finally happen between him and Carter; but unlike him and Carter, there were no ranks or regulations standing between Daniel and Vala. “Hey!” He clinked his glass several more times until the last of the chatter finally died down. “Thank you. Now, you all know how I normally feel about the IOA, but in this case I can’t find any fault with their decision-making process. They picked a damn good leader for the Atlantis expedition.” He met Carter’s eyes, and she smiled at him before ducking her head, her cheeks flushing a faint pink. “You’ve more than earned this, Carter. I know you’re gonna do a great job out there.”

7. Complicated

Jennifer walked into Sam’s room in the infirmary and stopped short, placing her hands on her hips. “Colonel, you’re supposed to be resting.” “I am resting,” Sam insisted, gesturing with one hand down the length of her body, which was reclining on the medical bed, her cast-encased right leg slightly elevated. Her other hand was holding a tablet. “I’m just catching up on some of the reports I missed while I was in surgery.” “That’s what you have a 2IC for.” Jennifer walked closer to the bed to get a closer look at Sam’s vital signs. “I heard the surgery went well. No complications?” Sam shook her head. “Easiest broken leg I’ve ever had– well, the aftermath of it, at least.” She chuckled. “In a way, it’s lucky you were there to set it. One time General O’Neill and I were stranded in Antarctica, and I had to splint his broken leg. I’d never done it before in my life, and… suffice it to say, I think he would’ve appreciated having a real doctor do it.” Jennifer smiled. “Rodney would say you are a real doctor. Just not the kind that can do splints.”

8. The List

His gaze drifted over her shoulder to the wedding photo. The other Jack stood grinning back at him as if posed for a school portrait, but the other Carter… Samantha… appeared caught in mid-laugh, her eyes scrunched in uncontrolled mirth, taking no apparent notice of the camera whatsoever. It was a rare candid moment— at least, it was rare for his Sam. “You look happy,” he said. Jack had meant the singular you, but Samantha evidently took his meaning as the plural. “Yeah, we were,” she said, sniffling as she smiled back at the wedding photo. Her head rested against his shoulder as she continued to cling to him. “I’m trying to remember… you— he— said something that really made me laugh. Of course, you’re always— that is, he was always doing that, but that day… well, everything was different, and yet nothing was. The ceremony itself almost felt like a formality, because we already belonged to each other, nearly from the moment we met. I…” Her voice trailed off, and she buried her face in Jack’s shoulder. The faint sob he heard pricked at his heart in a way he couldn’t quite describe; a dangerous way, because this wasn’t Sam, at least not the Sam he knew, and if he started mixing them up and mixing up his feelings for…

9. even fallen angels can still rise again

No sooner had the tingle of the transporter beam released him than Will Riker reached for his companion’s hand again. “Come on!” Deanna Troi giggled and ran after him, the wind whipping through her hair. “We have three whole days, Will, remember? We don’t need to hurry.” “It’s only two days, twenty-three hours, and fifty-five minutes now, Deanna. Time’s a-wasting.” He squeezed her hand and smiled back at her, making her chest go all warm and fuzzy. The dormant empathic connection between them hummed with anticipatory energy. What exactly were they anticipating? Deanna wasn’t quite certain, but it had definitely been a long time coming.

10. Bye-Bye Binary: the mystery of J'naii evolution

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[ennard-is-near]

Bite of ‘83 placement

I think it has to come first. I think people sometimes put Charlie’s death or Elizabeth’s death first in the timeline, and I respect most FNaF takes, so it’s fine if you want to do that. But personally for me it has to come first, and in this essay style post I will explain why. Everything is completely subjective to me, I will say “I think…” a lot and just know that that’s a more of a “In my version of FNaF” than a “In the only version of FNaF”. Also I call Crying Child Evan, mostly for simplicity’s sake. Cool? Alright, let’s go.

First off, I know why people sometimes put Elizabeth’s first. If Evan is scared shitless of the animatronics, it might be because he either saw what happened to her or William is trying to make him afraid of them. However, he’s a little kid, and kids tend to be scared of stuff like that. (My little sister is scared shitless of Chuck E. Cheese and there is no reason for that.) Also the SL cameras in his room but I don’t know if that’s enough evidence for placing his death after hers. Honestly, I don’t know why people put Charlie’s first, maybe it’s because she had that weird “life giving” thing in the second (???) game’s mini games and so Evan wouldn’t have been able to poses Fredbear without her. Or maybe it’s book related, honestly not sure.

From here, I will break this up into a few categories. Broadly, it will be why it has to be first for William’s character and why it has to be first for Michael’s character. Let’s start with uhhhh…

Michael’s character

A couple small things first: I don’t think he meant to do that, obviously. I just think he’s stupid (like really stupid) and didn’t think about his actions having consequences. I don’t think he planned the prank or whatever, I’ve seen a couple people depict it as something he thought about doing beforehand and I don’t think so, I think it was probably a random idea he had two seconds before he did it. I also don’t think he was doing in for William’s approval, not consciously at least. As an older sibling myself, I can confidently say that it’s fun to be a dick to your younger siblings sometimes, especially when they cry about it. His motivation was probably “hahaha this is fun.” Also, I think that it was entirely his fault. He suggested it and Fredbear was a performing animatronic on stage that he was old enough (maybe like 12-14) to know was dangerous. There was no tampering or unusual springlock failure that “shouldn’t have happened” or “shouldn’t have had enough force to do that.” IMO that was exactly what was going to happen and he should have known better. What did he think was going to happen?

My points (In no particular order)

I think Michael and Elizabeth exist in the same house after the bite of ‘83. She says “I know it was an accident” (which is a line I am insane about) in the SL secret night and I don’t think she would say that if she hadn’t been around during and after the incident. Also I just think they should. Imagineeeeeee the dynamic.

That is NOT the behavior of someone who has even considered that his siblings could die. Like if he’s already down a little sister and he doesn’t want his little brother to die, why the fuck is he doing that? If the thought even crossed his mind that Evan was capable of dying then he would not have been putting him up by that thing’s mouth.

And as a continuation of that…That is NOT the behavior of someone who has already lost a sibling to animatronics?!?!?! Even if he didn’t know how exactly Elizabeth died he has to know she went missing to something relating to Circus Baby’s Pizza Word. If tragedy already struck at a Pizzeria why would he be doing that. I know he’s stupid but he cannot be that stupid.

This is a good inciting incident for him. Like if this is the first bad thing that happens to this guy, that is way cool. He has never experienced loss ever and now he’s completely cooked and will have to spend his entire life insane (sorry I don’t make the rules.)

Isn’t it more fun when there’s a horrible guilt about Michael causing all of this? Like he can tell himself that it’s all his fault that his father lost his marbles? He can say that if he hadn’t done that none of what followed would have happened to him or anyone else.

And…isn’t it more fun when he’s sort of right? Isn’t it more fun when our protagonist, if in the smallest way possible, kicked the chain of dominoes that lead to everything that happened in FNaF. Not his fault that his father goes/is insane, obviously, but the things that happen wouldn’t have if he hadn’t done that. It’s so fun if we follow a guy indirectly responsible for everything that went down who is desperate to make up for it.

William’s character

This gets a little more complicated, but for me he was a pretty solid father before the bite of ‘83. Not perfect, but imagine a dad. That’s him. He’s obviously got the capacity for murder but he wouldn’t do something like that unless pushed. Y’know? He’s like the amount of crazy that most people are.

But I only have one point, really.

It makes him more interesting.

It makes his promise more meaningful. If everything William Afton does in pursuit of “putting [his son] back together.” It’s so much more impactful and reasonable if he’s killing with a goal.

If he isn’t a grieving father, why would be killing people? Seriously? Why would he have Circus Baby? Why would he kill Charlie? Felt silly? That’s stupid.

Also a good inciting incident for him. Having your own son killed by one of your animatronics (and your other son) could probably make a guy lose it. The bite of ‘83 is a good tragedy to prompt a spiral to madness. To the need to make other people feel how you feel, feel how it feels to lose a child. (And at the same time discover the way to bring them all back)

It just is more interesting (to me personally) when he’s not entirely evil, but is a broken and grieving man who sort of gets lost in the sauce on his way to bringing his son back from the dead.

Final thoughts?

It just makes more sense (to me) and is more fun (for me). That’s all.

[purplesurveys]

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Have you ever had a sexually gay experience?  Sure.

Do you find any of your friends hot?  They're attractive but 'hot' isn't a word I'd use for them - not because they aren't, but just because my friends feel like family and it'd mostly feel weird for me to call them hot.

Are your legs freshly shaven?  No, I think it's at least been a week since I last shaved them.

Does your best friend wear glasses?  She doesn't.

Have you ever woke up crying from a bad dream?  Yes, once every few months. The few seconds crying after waking up feels the worst, and I always need a while to recover and calm down.

Who knows more about you: online friends or offline?  It's actually neither because the real answer is everyone who reads through whatever the hell I put out on here, lol.

Does your family own any land?  I believe they do.

Who is the oldest sibling in your family?  That would be me.

Are you close to any of your aunts/uncles?  I wouldn't use the word 'close' because I think I'll always be shy around my older relatives at the end of the day, but I do have my favorite aunts and uncles.

When was the last time you were in a hospital?  2020.

Do you plan on losing weight any time soon?  No.

What do you think of people who get drunk every weekend?  I largely don't care.

Are you looking forward to anything?  I'm seeing Se So Neon this weekend! :) Then I think we have another long weekend by the end of the month so the thought of that and getting to rest for an additional day is nice, too.

What was the last bad news you heard?  Matthew Perry's death. I've jumped back into the Friends rabbit hole since that day -- in fact I have an episode playing in the background now.

What was your GPA in high school?  We don't have GPAs here.

Do you require a lot of private time?  Erm, not really. For the most part, I'm usually most desperate to be alone once I've reached my ceiling capacity from a work thing... like my social battery automatically running out when I know a PR event is about to finish, lol.

Do you know how to play any odd instruments most people can't play?  Nope.

Have you ever had a parasite before?  As far as I know, no.

Have you ever been punched in the face before?  I've been slapped in the face but not punched.

Are there regular trains in and out of your town/city?  Sure.

Do you bathe your pets regularly?  No, they both get bathed once every few months.

What was the last animal you saw, and was it a pet?  My dogs, and yes.

Who was the last person you messaged on Facebook?  I'm not too sure, I wasn't in a chatty mood today. Angela I think.

When was the last time you saw them?  More than a month ago.

Where do you see yourself in a year?  Oh dear. I'm making it a point to be in a different job by then. That's all I'm envisioning for myself for now. Hopefully 2024 is also considerably better than this year and that I am happier and looking forward to things more.

Do you know anyone who has overdosed?  No.

Where are your siblings as of now?  In their rooms.

Have you ever lost anyone close to cancer?  Yes.

Do you personally know anyone who is transgender?  Yes.

When was the last time you got a shot?  April when I needed to complete multiple doses after a dog bite.

Have you ever been into a car accident? Yes but they have always been minor and I've never been in one where someone got seriously hurt.

When was the last time you spent over $100 in one transaction?  Just a few days ago when I bought tickets for Miss Saigon.

Are you a breakfast person?  Not really. I never even have breakfast haha.

What type of books do you like to read?  Autobiographical ones.

How do you get rid of hiccups?  I hold my breath. Works like, 80% of the time for me.

Do you have any healthy addictions?  Reading random Wikipedia articles whenever I can and picking up a bunch of trivia from it.

Do you pay much attention to speed limits while driving?  No. You never get pulled over for speeding here and it's not really a thing so it's common for me and everyone to go over.

Which parent was more strict when you were growing up?  My mom but it tbh makes sense because my dad has always worked abroad and was never around to impose rules and such.

Have you ever watched The Golden Girls?  I've seen the first few episodes when I initially planned on binge-watching it. I definitely get the appeal and I loved the scenes I saw, but I think in general the jokes are also a tad bit cheesy in today's age so I never really got to continue.

Do you like getting dirty?  The only time this is acceptable to me is when I eat with my hands and the food is supposed to be really oily and fishy. Otherwise I don't particulrly enjoy getting dirty.

Are you a very flirty person?  Nope.

Who was your favorite babysitter?  Never had one. I grew up in a duplex with extended family so there was always an older relative to take care of me, my siblings, and cousins.

Do you believe in the death penalty?  No.

Name a person that you can’t stand and tell us why?  LOL yes, a few work-related people I know. Not co-workers.

If you could have a video of one event in your life, what would the video be?  Hmm, maybe the day I saw Yoongi in concert.

What is the most illegal thing you have ever done?  Pirating movies/shows...? Hahaha idk.

Last person you sang happy birthday to?  Not singing per se but a few weeks ago I was at a Chili's with friends when a couple of customers were given a birthday greeting session by the staff - we clapped along both times just because hahaha.

Is there a song you can’t handle listening to, even though you like it?  I pick the times I listen to Yoongi's Amygdala. It's one of my favorite songs of his ever, but because of its weight and how personal it's supposed to be I listen to it sparsely so that I don't get sick of it and so that it constantly feels just as important as the first time I ever heard it.

Last time you saw fireworks?  Wednesday.

Do you have a black dog?  They both have black parts but they aren't completely that color.

If you took someone on a tour of your town, what would you show them?  I'd take them to the local museum.

Have you been to the capital of your state?  I live in it.

Would you be more in your element camping in a tent or an RV?  RV.

[samtran1022]

Life updates…

About every 6 months I reflect upon the titles of my life, the feels I’ve felt, the insight I’ve gained, and how these titles impact me and my headspace.

The theme of the second half of 2023 & what I’m seeking for/needing in my life: communion (ie, the sharing or exchanging of intimate thoughts and feelings, especially when the exchange is on a mental or spiritual level).

Life as a mom… PJ is about to turn three years old and LT just had his first birthday a couple months ago. Literally each day they get older, the better mom life gets. I feel mostly like myself, yet somehow a more actualized/evolved version. PJ still loves dinosaurs and has a budding obsession with monster trucks; he is entering his threenager phase, with very loud 15-20 minute emotional meltdowns. LT is walking and learning to do so much more on his own, he will often wedge himself to be as physically close to us as possible (ie, when we’re doing dishes, cooking on the stove, etc), he is more prone to crying when he doesn’t get his way (which still triggers me, yet I grit my teeth thru it and validate his emotions). Watching the two interact with each other has plenty of comedic content; naturally, they are as alike as they are different. PJ will independent play, Lucas will antagonize, and the conflict will usually be resolved with violence lol my goal is to teach them the tools to peacefully resolve conflict without the need for an adult to step in and referee every single battle. A task that will take many years, yet with consistency, dedication, and many… many deep breaths, I think we got this. Check again in 10-15 years lol the truth is, I believe that sometimes violence is the answer. Hence my goal to eventually put the two in whatever sports they request, whether that be dance, Muay Thai, or golf. Oh at this time, Lucas does seem highly attuned to basketball! He also is prone to hit his head a lot, so football seems a highly probable route as well, we shall see. My ultimate parenting goal is to have a secure relationship with each son, one where we can call each other as adults and make plans to see each other simply because we enjoy each others company. The older they get, the more I find I don’t have to push myself to seek out a sliver of joy.

Life as a wife… a lot of this may sound like waffle and that’s intentional, for I have learned not every issue needs to be unloaded for everyone to have an opinion on; my journey into marriage has provided the most difficult of life lessons with regard to the traits I initially lacked understanding on; from patience to discretion, security to safety, physical touch to body acceptance. Anything worth having is certainly worth putting in the work to achieve, which seems to bring about the fact hardship is necessary in any relationship. Considering the fact my parents were divorced when I was 3 years old should shed some light to my feels on marriage. Nearly 15 years into this relationship (8 of those married), I now hold a much more warm and trusting relationship to the institution of marriage. Life isn’t just about me; each and every single day, I make the choice to prioritize love and heart over ego and pride. Don’t get me wrong, there are still several times a week I want to snap about something that annoys the shit out of me lol yet I’ve found it’s in much less frequency than our early years and it’s much easier to either make a clear request of something that bothers me or recognize the pettiness of it and bite my tongue. From what has grown into the favorite romantic relationship of my life, I’ve had the opportunity to learn how to love heartbreak, as paradoxical as it sounds. Relationships aren’t JUST about communication in and of itself, it’s largely the nuance, the clarity and specificity of my observations and requests, the ability to own how I feel and recognize what needs are or are not being met. To deliver all the above with kindness and consideration is incredibly difficult, yet I’m fortunate to share the goal to improve communication with my partner. Fortunately I’ve never much cared for exclusivity, I do not absolutely care to always be right and have things my way. Perspective is everything, it’s unbelievably cool to have someone I look forward to spending time with, one that matches my energy to simultaneously support yet gently push, one that I constantly laugh with and express my appreciation towards. We just finished a 6 month round of marital therapy, I especially appreciate how our therapist was rooting for us to develop our own tools and solutions to address any issues, while also encouraging us to agree to disagree at times. Living with and loving your best friend can be weirdly beautiful.

Life as a corporate customer service rep… I’ve finally reached one of my life goals! I feel so fortunate to say I like my job; in this commodified world we live in, NGL this is quite the flex. I appreciate and enjoy speaking on my subject matter expertise, if y’all ever wanna know anything about Clinical Microbiology (ie E.coli, MRSA, UTI, sepsis, etc) just lemme talk for 5 minutes, see how much I compel you. I’ve lived a lot of my life in a career where I had the Sunday scaries, I was tied to a time clock and treated like a third grader. I can promise you overt monitoring does not seem warranted in many scenarios, work included. I am no stranger to the heaviness of a distrustful work environment, how it tarnishes your soul and crushes your spirit. No wonder it’s so easy for me to express gratitude when I sit in my own car (listening to my own music with climate control) on the way to a customer site, I don’t mind remoting in and assisting for a few hours, nor do I mind being in a hotel for a week to support a customer who has well surpassed their project timeline. The customer service component of the role holds the largest source of contention, yet I am persistent in building trust throughout my SoCal customer base, I’m okay with being patient. If it takes 5-15 years to build trust, that’s reasonable. Thems are the consequences of commodification, counteracting fear and anxiety with understanding and empathy. It might be a larger energy investment upfront, yet I’ve got hope it’ll pay off exponentially in the long run.

Life as a daughter… this might be where I’ve felt a large release of emotional baggage in the past few months. I chose to visit my mother when we went back home for LT’s first birthday, I felt like it was somehow my duty, to provide an opportunity for my mother to be a grandmother. I found being around my mother brought about such a large disparity of emotions; I finally saw outside myself, forcing any relationship (including mother-daughter) will inevitably spread me thin. I continue to say it again and again… I need the people I choose in my life to match my energy, I’m all about that balance yo. I’ve finally come to a level of acceptance; I used to say the words in therapy yet I was not fully intentional nor convinced of their conviction. I no longer yearn for relationships that aren’t there, I clearly see what I deserve, I can mourn the loss of what will not come to be because of others inability to change, grow, and take accountability.

Life as an individual… the time spent in my home town lead me to deactivate my Instagram. I just did it, no warning, which is surprising; I’m not often impulsive. As the months went on, I found a quietness in my mind and natural state of mindfulness. I’m sleeping better, haven’t had issues with insomnia or alcohol addiction, haven’t had as many body image issues nor am I often plagued by inadequacy demons. I’ve come to learn I am the type of person who seeks meaningful connection; IG likes, comments, and viewers were only providing a vapid infusion to my needs. Without constructive feedback, I was left to my own devices to fill in the blanks; it caused too much outside noise of discernment. The community I’ve been longing for has come together with the work I’ve put in to maintain contact (contradictory thanks to IG), from middle school to coworkers to mom friends in SoCal; I’m grateful for the incredible, beautifully complex folks who show up for me just as much as I show up for them, I appreciate how much we support each other from life issue to life issue. Otherwise, I have the same personal goals I’ve always had: lift 3x/week, walk 10k steps, bang out 10 body weight pull ups; diet has been a bit of a yo-yo cuz I knew I wanted to go full YOLO on vacation. I plan to reestablish my calorie deficit when we return home on my birthday, I’ve found a new love with ice baths and cold showers (especially helpful for recovery and any lingering pain, tension, or headaches) and I finished therapy with my third therapist. I keep thinking of reestablishing journaling, yet another goal for future Sam to keep in mind.

Life as a sister… is still a work in progress, and it’s intentionally last on this last. Here’s where baby steps and patience have been my best friends. Similar to the growth I’ve experienced as a daughter, I no longer yearn for what is not there. I can grieve what is lost and move toward acceptance of the present.

[softestboygirlalive]

I keep a sexual fantasy journal and there is one excerpt that has been getting me off so hard every time I use it.

My partner in this fantasy is a dom. I will be using they/them for, well, them. They can be whoever you want ;) Mostly they refer to me using the masculine. You can assume that everything is consensual and has been discussed beforehand but I don’t really go over that type of thing in my journal it’s just my thoughts

Kinks: Piss, erotic piercings, erotic humiliation, crying (lots,) ear stimulation, temperature play, overstimulation

I usually grind softly on my stuffies and touch myself gently as I imagine being put in bondage, toying with my nipple piercings and pinching my clit as I imagine how it will go. I am usually tied or cuffed on a covered bed or massage table with my arms folded and bound together up over my head, my legs held in a fully folded and spread position with my toes, and a labia spreader wrapped around my thighs holding my pussy open.

I get so excited just thinking about my body spread open, helpless under the loaded gaze of my dom. In reality I reach for my suction vibrator and edge myself, but in my fantasy it is them teasing my first orgasm out of my wantonly exposed clit. When I cum, they don't stop. They torture my clit mercilessly but they know I reach my limit quickly that way, so they distract me a little by slipping a slick finger into my ass.

My desperate squirming does much of the work of opening me up. Time falls away, and the relentless stimulation continues until I can't do anything but pant and whine. They have four fingers deep inside me, and I am so aroused and open that they are drilling them around seemingly effortlessly.

Both hands slip away from me, and tears start to trickle down my cheeks as a result. Nothing happens for a while as they look their fill, stroking their cock with the hand they had inside me as they enjoy the messy picture I paint. My eyes closed, I hear a soft "fuck" drop from their lips and suddenly, I feel their mouth on my ass.

A kiss drops beside my hole gently but I almost feel like I imagined it because in the next instant, they are eating my ass like they are starving. Holding my cheeks apart, they lick and nibble all around my loose rim. They are making sounds of enjoyment and slurping loudly in concert with the gasps they are wrenching out of me because they know it makes me so, so embarrassed.

Once they are satisfied with their meal, they rise and squirt a generous dollop of intentionally cold lube straight into my loose and overheated asshole, making me squirm as I feel my pussy gush with the shock of it. They fuck into my absolutely dripping pussy just twice, only to slick themselves up. I am riding so high for those two thrusts, fresh tears springing up at how good my denied cunt feels. I sob aloud when they retract fully, and sob even louder again when they fill my ass in one strong motion.

They bottom out a few times then still, letting me feel their cock twitch and my ass clench in response. They grip my hair in one hand and my neck in the other and lean forwards so their mouth is at my left ear. Growling lowly, they speak.

"I'm going to take you apart."

Then, biting around my lobe none-too-gently, they start thrusting harshly. Growling and panting into my ear like an animal, teeth still clenched around it, they fuck me with the full, heavy length of their cock.

They treat my ear like they did my ass, mouthing it wetly and licking inside while muttering filthy things like how tight my ass is, how it belongs to them to use however they want. They tell me I am such a filthy slut for them and ask me if I'd let them do whatever they wanted. I say yes, anything, and they chuckle darkly.

"Anything?" they confirm, asking in a low, level voice tinted heavily with lust. I nod desperately, tears gathering in my eyes as I am railed hard. I have one hole achingly empty, spread and dripping, and the other is being continuously filled, causing my whole pelvic floor to clench sporadically. The contrast is so overwhelming that it is a sensation all on its own.

They groan in my left ear as a response to my affirmation, lick into it deeply then spit directly into my ear canal before shoving my head over to reveal my undefiled right ear. Holding my head in both hands possessively, they lean back in and growl,

"I'm going to cum so deep in your ass, so hard. But I'm not going to pull out. I'm going to stay inside you until I go down just enough to piss. Then I'm going to fill you the rest of the way up, just like you deserve."

At this point, I am so overwhelmed by the words and sensations traveling from my ear to my empty, aching pussy that I cum just from that and the cock in my ass. They don't stop talking or fucking me. They just let loose an "Oh, god," in response to my orgasm, and keep going with a,

"Fuck yes baby, I knew you'd like that, you're so filthy for me. After I cum in your ass I'm going to turn you over onto your knees so nothing spills as I fill you up all the way. Then I'm going to get the big plug while you keep your hole closed like a good boy, and I'm going to stop you up so that you stay nice and full for me. And do you want to know what I'm going to do to reward my baby boy for such filthy behavior?"

I whine and nod, unable to summon words of my own as my mind fills with lewd images at their bidding. They inhale and growl and lick my right ear. I can feel their cooling spit leaking out of my left ear and soaking the sheet it's pressed into. I can feel my spread pussy drooling slick down my taint and onto my rim and their cock.

"After you're plugged," they say in a soothing, babying tone, "I'm going to clean up your filthy, nasty holes. I'm going to get a needle and put a little gold ring through the hood of your clit. That way you’ll never forget how dirty you were for me, letting me do whatever I want to your greedy, slutty holes."

They intersperse their words with increasingly desperate thrusts into my asshole as they chase their pleasure, and with nips and licks and delivered directly to my ear. The words as much as the treatment cause me to moan loudly and writhe in my bonds. I know they are getting close, and I begin to tighten myself up for them in pulses that I am trying to keep rhythmic, but my body is quaking outside of my control.

Suddenly, they are following through with their threat to fill me up. They don't pull out as promised, and give us both a moment to catch our breath. My eyes are closed and my head is in the clouds, and I hear them ask for what seems the second time,

"Babydoll? color for me to fill you up with my piss next?"

I manage after a few tries to nod my head and desperately whine out a "please." They moan in anticipation and roll us over, staying inside while hitching me high onto my kneed and pushing at my shoulders to arch my back and press their semi as deep inside me as possible.

A new warmth floods inside me, at a higher pressure and greater quantity than I was prepared for. It's so overwhelmingly degrading that tears spring immediately from my eyes, and they make matters worse by reaching around and pinching and twisting my clit roughly. I can feel warmth dribbling down my leg and try to clench to stop it escaping. This makes them groan deeply, hips stuttering against me, and release even more strongly.

I'm crying fully at the humiliation, and the pain in my clit, and the rough way my body is being handled, and at the sheer intensity of how good it all is. I think I cum again but it doesn't even really matter, the tears are the better release.

They start to harden again, watching me cry as I take their piss, and the stream dwindles as they grow fully erect again. They grab my hair roughly in one hand again and my throat in the other, and say, "clench." I do and they moan. I clench as long as I can while they grind deeply into me without thrusting, sloshing the liquid around obscenely. When I release they breathe for a few seconds then say,

"Again."

This goes on for an indeterminate amount of time. Then they begin to slowly pull their cock out of me. I immediately start begging and pleading and crying more desperately for them to stay inside, don't leave, please, please, please fuck me more. They laugh, meanly, and keep pulling out, dragging out my torment. Their words betray tenderness, though, when they say,

"I'm not going anywhere, but if I fuck you the way I want then we'll just spill everything I put inside you." They finally slip out along with a dribble of piss and cum that I can feel running down the spread of my empty, swollen, throbbing pussy. I clench as tight as I can, and the sensations from that alone are almost enough to send me over the edge a second (third?) time.

I stay clenched as I sense their body heat withdraw fully, listening to the sounds of a drawer opening across the room. I know which plug they are getting,  and I know they moved it farther away on purpose so I would have to struggle with my task longer. Their hand runs up my arched spine soothingly, and I feel the cool tip of my favorite wide-based plug nudge at my rim. 

“Open,” they command, and start to push it steadily in. I loosen my muscles gradually as it eases in, finally relaxing all the way to let the widest part slip inside me. A healthy splash of liquid escapes, but it’s the last that does as the plug settles inside me. I whine at the feeling and squirm on my knees, testing the seal and humping the air.

“Disgusting.” 

I try to protest and shake my head but I know it’s true. They sound slightly in awe as they flip me over again and say, 

“That’s so fucking disgusting, I can’t believe you let me do that. You’re so good to me, the way you let me mess you up.” 

They bend and kiss me deeply, drawing a whine from my throat, then rise to a deep kneel above me, their cock level with my pussy. They begin to thrust against it, dragging their cock through the wetness of my spread labia. Pressing down on my hips with their thumbs brushing my swollen abdomen, they fuck against my pussy without giving me any penetration. I can feel my full belly, my aching cunt, the brief throbs of pleasure as their cockhead drags over my clit, and the stretched gape of my asshole. I can feel sloshing in my gut as their thrusts against my body shift me on the bed.

I fall into a haze of sensation and am lost there, only dimly aware of the steady trail of tears across my cheeks and our joined sounds of pleasure, until I feel warmth bloom across my pussy as they paint it with their cum. My eyes open and I look down to see their cock in their hand. They shudder as they milk the last of their release out onto me. 

Looking me over with a dark, satisfied expression on their face, they start to clean me up. They briefly depart to wash their hands and on their return they pull on a pair of black gloves. The sight sends a shiver down my spine in anticipation and I close my eyes as they check over their tools and ask,

“Color?” For me to give you your reward and leave my mark on your clit?” 

Without opening my eyes I say, “Green.” 

I feel gloved fingers disinfect my clit and the surrounding area, the alcohol cold and biting on my overheated flesh. It feels so degrading to be handled clinically after everything they did to me, and fresh tears spring up as they pierce me through the hood, to the right of my clit, insert the jewelry, then clean the area one last time. They lick my tears up wordlessly, take off their gloves, and set about releasing me.  

I can’t move, ragdolled as they work, and they start murmuring praises as they handle my loose limbs. About how good I did, how much they love how depraved I am willing to get for them. How good it felt. They set my plushie in my arms and pull a blanket over me, letting me lie for a bit as they clean up their tools. 

When they are done, they usher me to the bathroom, guide me to a squat in the shower and begin to work the plug loose. I’m crying again, shame at the treatment flooding my senses and reminding me that my pussy is STILL empty. It feels like it’s crying for attention but I know asking won’t get me anything, at least in that regard. 

The prodding at my other hole finally bears fruit and the plug pops out with a sound and a rush of liquid that wrenches a whine out of me. They turn the water on, directing it towards the wall until the temp is good. They soothe me with a hand running up and down my back as I sob. Their other hand delivers gentle touches to the un-pierced side of my clit and the underside of my tits that make my soft cries hitch. 

The water is warm so they begin to shower us, interspersing the task with continuous touches, so gentle that I don’t forsee them pushing me over any sort of edge. But they build on each other, never intensifying but not stopping either. I slip suddenly into a blinding climax that is over in an instant and leaves me shuddering in overstimulation as their hand doesn’t stop. They keep going until my cries shift and a “yellow” is on the tip of my tongue. Then they shut off the shower, bundle us into towels, and usher us back to the other room. They start to strip the pads off the bed and dazedly I help them. They smile at my weak efforts, but let me help, knowing I need to sometimes. 

They tuck me back in, giving me my plushie back and my water as well. I am swimming in thoughts of everything we just did, flushing with embarrassment and what would be arousal if I wasn’t so spent. I look at them and they croon like you would to a pouting puppy.

“Ohhh, my sweet thing, why are you looking at me like that? Are you feeling naughty after everything I put you through?”

I nod and ask, “Did you mean it when you called me disgusting?”

They crawl into the bed and wrap me in their arms, kissing my head tenderly as they say condescendingly,

“Awe, baby, of course I did.”

[celestialstargaze]

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

This question is still up for debate lol

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

My sister 🇬🇧

03: Do you regret anything?

I do have some regrets, but I don’t dwell on them. I feel like things work out for one reason or another.

04: Are you insecure?

Well, I’d be lying if I said I’d didn’t have some insecurities. I wouldn’t label myself as insecure.

05: What is your relationship status?

I am in one.

06: How do you want to die?

Preferably quick and painless.

07: What did you last eat?

Bean dip lol

08: Played any sports?

I played soccer when I was young.

09: Do you bite your nails?

I currently am unable to lol but yes.

10: When was your last physical fight?

Uh like 12 years ago? lol

11: Do you like someone?

I like a handful of people.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Yes. I do not recommend.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Hating takes to much energy lol

14: Do you miss someone?

Yes I really do.

15: Have any pets?

A few actually.

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Clearly bored lol but kinda just bleh

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

Yes lol

18: Are you scared of spiders?

To an extent. I don’t like the unknown, and those fuckers are gone in two seconds lol

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

No. Past belongs in the past.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

Wtf is snogging? lol and after figuring this out, just know it was recently lol

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

Working and doing whatever lol

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

Yes I always have. Honestly I’d be happy if I could have one.

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

lol like one unfortunately

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

Depends at what age lol

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

I like thinking of good memories. However, who’s meant to be in your life will be there.

26: What are you craving right now?

To be with my sister

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Yes

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

No conformation but I’m pretty sure lol

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

I know happy tears, otherwise I’m not sure.

30: What’s irritating you right now?

I just want to be where I belong.

31: Does somebody love you?

Yes.

32: What is your favorite color?

Purple and Lime Green

33: Do you have trust issues?

I think most people now a-days do lol

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

I couldn’t tell you honestly.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Does FaceTime count? Lol

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Let’s just say I’m known for it.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

I don’t forget. I forgive too easily normally.

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

I mean considering it’s just began, all I can do is hope and make it great.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Uh 9? lol

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

Yes lol

51: Favorite food?

Sushi 🍱 🍣

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Mostly

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

I smoked the devils lettuce 💨

54: Is cheating ever okay?

No it’s not. Recognize the signs you’re unhappy and leave.

55: Are you mean?

Naturally, no. It takes me a lot to get to that point. However, people underestimate me lol

56: How many people have you fist fought?

lol 2?

57: Do you believe in true love?

As in “the one”? I definitely use too. I believe you can end up loving multiple people through out your life. Different types of love, but love nonetheless. I believe in soul mates but not in the stereotypical way.

58: Favorite weather?

Chilly. I like hoodies and anything extra soft and comfy. What can I say lol

59: Do you like the snow?

I haven’t had to live in it as an adult so it’s easy for me to say yes currently lol

60: Do you wanna get married?

I have been. I’m open to it.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

To an extent lol seems to be the norm for most people.

62: What makes you happy?

lol anything colorful, shiny, cute or most things from Japan lol

63: Would you change your name?

Yes! To what, no idea lol

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Nope. Happens often

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Been there lol best advice be honest and respectful.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

I use too.

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

Chris

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Abbie

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

Yes, very much so.

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

A select few.

[your-local-whisp]

My wisdom teeth are coming in. I’m scared.

But that’s not important right now.

I had the weirdest dream last night. It’s split in two parts and both are about a zombie apocalypse. The second one is kinda sweet or about as sweet as you can get in a zombie apocalypse.

Anyways

Part 1.

Im I’m a big house that I assume live with my family. I’m walking and on the there’s a glass door and I look out at the front yard and I see people running towards the house. And I’m just kinda confused why but then I see firefighters and police and basically a lot of people in suits. I hear screaming and then our fucking door gets busted open and I start running to the kitchen but then I trip and fall and this fucking zombie dude stops next to me points and laughs say “hah I bit you” and like the coward that he is runs away to bite someone else. I don’t remember much afterwards only that I think I saved some people and then ended up in a grocery store.

In dreamworld I 10/10 recommend being a zombie. It’s kinda fun honestly.

Anyways

Part 2.

I’m in an office building in an empty room. By the door there a kinda like hiding spot so that whoever is behind it can’t really be seen by anyone in the room from any point. Now I’ve had this dream before and so everything was incredibly familiar except the fact that I’m in the hiding space and my dream friend is by the glass door on the opposite side of the room. I’m absolutely terrified for no apparent reason and then the door slams open and I see my friend leave me with like 7 other people including the guy that just busted down the door. She just fucking ups and vanishes shutting and locking the glass doors from the outside so we can’t fucking leave or run away. And then I’m hit with what looks like a swarm of flies or something and the force was enough to push me back into the wall and I collapse and then wake up in a grocery store. It’s me and the 6 other people from the building and that one guy who kicked the door down. Fast forward I find out that me and the 6 people where hit by whatever virus created the zombies that now free roam outside but because the virus was too fucking pure so now we can infect other people and technically count as “zombies” but we still act very much human and look it to. And also the guy that broke down the door was the one that infected us and I quite straight from dreamland “I wanted a family”.

Anyway now that that was cleared up for us we started roaming around the store mostly the sweets section. Some guy that I’m pretty sure I’ve seen in my PE class finds a packet of brown sugar cubes that I guess you just eat cause that’s what he did. It didn’t look like he liked um but he still ate them so. Everyone’s kinda calm and shit sitting stretched out against the floor leaning on each other and playing on their phones since electricity and Wi-Fi still worked I guess. I start panicking I guess. I hyperventilate and then I started mumbling words like “why did she leave me” and “was I not good enough for her” and “did I make her upset”. And I guess I was a bit loud cause then the guy I think is from my PE class hands me the last packet of the brown sugar cubes and he looks at me with these worried eyes and I force myself to calm down. I eat the cubes and honestly in the situation could live if those but in real life wouldn’t recommend. I don’t remember what happens after that but it was something about an old lady talking to me about the sugar cubes that I squished in my hands before eating. And then I’m sitting down again and the guy that infected us with the damn virus talks to me. And by talks to me I mean like he looks at me sees dries tears and launches himself at me and talks to me as I break down in his arms crying about why my friend would leave me. Now at this point I’m not even sure the girl was a friend or a partner that didn’t really care. But this guy keeps comforting me until I stoped crying and then continued to cuddle me until I “fell asleep” and woke up back in the cold sad reality.

Moral of the story is I was emotionally vulnerable to some y for once in my life and it was a dream. So I’m gonna go to school and cry now.

Bye bye I hope you all meet the loves of your lives and live a happily ever after.

[ambreiiigns]

more details under the cut bc i wanna Talk Abt It over a warm mug of milk + nutella but it's kinda Sensitive Topics so. watch out

so slaughtered vomit dolls. UGEEUARGH <- retch sound effect i Hated it. it was NOTHING it was so nothing you could watch it w your mom no problem i hated it so much it was so disappointing. on every list of disturbing movies tm you'll hear bitches talk abt this & the vomit gore series like it's the end of the world. girl it's nothing. hereditary was worse. it's so try hard and lazy at the same time you wouldn't think it possible. like they really wanted this to give me trauma + depression but all the could think of doing is the janky saw editing and Sex Worker With A Tragic Backstory ??? come on. it's boobs. you think i'm scared of boobs ??? i'm not. bitch. boo sex workers be upon ye are you frightened. no. it was just. oooo sex worker tragic backstory smeared makeup are you Disturbed ? no ? what if there's some blood ? still nothing ? aw man :/ genuinely it was just. nudity. implied sex. one girl gets her eyes gauged out. another one gets her face peeled off. another one gets her arm chopped off. a man gets his head chopped in half and then the guy who did it picks up his brain and eats it ajdjajjf and those bits kinda ATE! in between is shots of main character monologuing abt her life and or crying. main character making herself throw up. guy throws up in a mug and drinks it then throws it back up then drinks it again and so on for a bit. that was kinda the only thing that made me go Ew. but also whatever. like it wad SUCH a waste of an hour i was so disappointed. that leads me to a crossroads of well then i gotta try at least another one to see if it gets worse but on the other side it's confirmation that it is not worth it so. who knows. ONE win i have to hand over is that the blood and gore and sfx were better than i thought i had some fun w those but that's ALL. there wasn't even that much vomit like i was READY to frow up myself but it was NOTHINGGGG like i thought they were going at LEAST for a gross out type but they couldn't even pull THAT off ??? like i didn't expect it to change my life to be so clear but i was ready to be at least disgusted and it was just a bunch of nothing. she kills herself at the end and i was jealous

now GUINEA PIG 2 FLOWER OF FLESH AND BLOOD i have more respect for the guinea pig series those kinda SLAP!!!! KINDA FUN!!!! they're not as bad as people make them sound tbh ? half of them are straight up Silly. second one is a lot of people's fave so i went w that but i feel like i made the wrong choice i feel like maybe first one has more chances of fucking w me idk. anyway it was good. 40 solid minutes of practical sfx from the 80s. what's not to like. that's my SHIT i'm a SUCKER for those and you give me a short movie that's just THAT the whole time?!??! i am SO DOWN!!! it's just slow methodical dismemberment of a person. it was Good. sometimes. the puppet just looked goofy. sometimes the skin was too squishy and it was filled w red jelly but the bones were nice. i loved it. it was ridiculous. not much to say here just :^)

BUT!!! THE STAR THE MAIN EVENT. ICHI THE KILLER OHHHH MY GOD i don't even know what to SAY cause i liked it SO MUCH but it was SO WEIRD !!!!!!! THERE'S calm down there's two main guys mostly one is ichi ofc the other is kakihara. now THAT one i am IN LOVE W HIM he is so quirky he is so cunty i do Not know his deal he's like terrifying to his fellow gang members but he carries himself likes he's harmless And death itself at all times he wears the cuntiest little outfits ever his hair is bleached blonde he has fucked up scars on his face and weird piercings but it turns out the piercings on his cheeks actually serve to keep his face together bc it's split Open at the sides of his mouth and he does this trick of removing those piercings to catch some guy's WHOLE FIST IN HIS MOUTH AND BITE SOME FLESH OFF HELLOOOO!!!!! he cuts off the tip of his tongue to apologize his weapon of choice is Big Needles he has a pain kink he had some sort of homoerotic relationship w his boss bc he was the only one who knew how to beat him up right and when he gets killed kakihara is desperately looking for someone else who can make him fear for his life and gets SO GIDDY when he hears abt this ichi guy bc he hopes he's gonna put the fear of god into him GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!!! ichi on the other hand is a wet little meow meow who i find endearing but has some Strange Stances on important topics such as sex and women so Huh. but also everything he thinks he knows abt his life is Lies that some guy put in his head to manipulate him into a sick killing machine and he's always just whining and crying and has a boner that he doesn't always know how to deal with except at the very beginning bc this movie has the SICKEST opening titles of all times aka ichi jerks off and the puddle of cum on the floor forms the title of the movie. WHERE WILL YOU EVER SEE SOMETHING LIKE THIS. GOD. the story is mostly just. boss gets killed by ichi gang tries to solve the mystery of who did it while ichi cries everytime he's on screen but kills 20 people in one go when he gets his head in the game. of course the gore is insane here the kills are sick as Fuck but it Was 2001 so everything is just done w horrible cgi but you know WHAT. i will accept it this once. bc you could have Not gotten this ridiculous w practical. and if you Did it wouldn't have looked half as bad as it looks and it would have lost charm. it's perfect. all the plot points tie together nicely and all the characters are cool and Yet it manages to be weird and confusing and surreal and i love it so so much. only reason why i won't blindly recommend to anyone i meet is there are a few instances of sexual violence that i wish weren't there but unfort not only are they there but they're also like important for the plot so. can't win 'em all ig

aight so i Have been saying that i was gonna do child's play + evil dead for halloween right. but i DIDN'T. mainly bc bigger series bigger commitment i'm distracted w other things AND i'm at my family home not uni home so i can't put my whole pussy into watching movies + for some reason my puter won't connect to the wifi at home but it works at uni and i'd rather watch movies on puter if it's a bigger deal. anyway. so my newer plan was watching some horrid fucked up movies for halloween. but my halloween Blowed this year it flunked so hard it was miserable i watched NOTHING. luckily in my brain halloween ends november 24th so i still have time. so today i made up for my lame halloween night and watched somenof the Horrid Fucked Up Movies i planned. i don't know why i'm ashamed to admit to what i've watched. promise you'll still love me so so much pls

[ayrsontenna]

Hey it’s one of those question thingies! Thank you @marieshyperf1xations for tagging me <3

Are you named after anyone?

Nope, my parents just wanted a nice sounding name, no homages to anyone.

When was the last time you cried?

Don’t remember really, I don’t cry very often…

Do you have kids?

No, thank God.

What sports do you play/have played?

I used to play handball at school, but stopped when I graduated. Now I occasionally play volleyball with my friends, and if it counts, I run, cycle, and I’m recently learning how to roller skate.

Do you use sarcasm?

Mostly when I’m upset, other than that it’s very rare.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

The way they talk, I don’t know why lmao and the way they treat other people, if I don’t like it, I don’t even bother with them.

What’s your eye color?

Light brown. Kinda boring, I know.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies! Love ‘em.

Any talents?

I’m not going to say talent, but I’m very adept at most types of art and have tried a lot of different mediums. My favorite ones so far are painting, drawing and music, even if I haven’t played any instruments in a while so I’m rusty.

Where were you born?

My whole blog is Ayrton Senna themed, so it’s not hard to guess lol

Brasil-sil-sil samba football caipirinha giant jesus come to brasil

What are your hobbies?

Oof there are a LOT. Drawing, painting, reading (I really need to pick this one back up again), watching movies, playing acoustic guitar (also need to pick this one back up again), crochet, baking, handcrafts in general (whatever I feel like making), hyperfixating (I mean… look at this blog), sometimes I write?? Don’t know if it counts as a hobby

Do you have any pets?

I have a cat named Max that appeared on this blog already, a turtle named Lilica, and I had a dog named Penelope. Max is the laziest cat I’ve ever met I swear to God, Lilica likes to bite fingers, and Penelope used to be pretty civil with anything that wasn’t another dog.

How tall are you?

158cm, which is 5’2?? Idk

Favorite subject in school?

I really liked History, Biology, Physics, Sociology and Philosophy. I wasn’t very good at Math but liked it.

Dream job?

Anything to do with art. Can’t even imagine myself doing anything else.

If you read this whole thing till the end you’re tagged, like those facebook curse chains, the only difference is that if you don’t want to do it nothing bad happens cause those things were dumb.

[loneworldgazer]

itching hands

pairings: bonten x chubby!reader

a/n: this was supposed be for december but i'm impatient🕴

warnings: suggestive, bonten

life with bonten series

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these men will bark at you if you ever had the time to be insecure about yourself

hold on tight to your seat cause i'm sure these executives won't let you

especially these easter egg mfs, you never know what's in each of these peoples' minds

sanzu

he lets a lot of things slip from his mind and specially his comments about you

he ranges from thirsty to intense staring at any part of your body where if i say so, it's gonna be a lot more pg

eventhough he's weirdly obsessive of how you look, he means good! it's just that his lameo ass can't say or spell it out to you without sounding like a pervert

he enters your apartment in search of any of the haitani brothers to pick up their report on the last mission and maybe you so he could easily find the two since they always muted their phones when busy.

at first, he wanted to reward himself with a little something since he did a little running around here and there, why not look into your fridge? he slowly opened it because of instinct and almost fell on his knees when he saw sweet cakes topped with icing. he reached out to it as if it's begging for him to just eat it up and he drooled with how soft it looked but a grab to his wrist startled him when he looked at the person in alarm, a quirk of your eyebrows immediately lead him to explain what he's here for.

"uh searching for haitani- by the way can i eat that-" you wiped his drool that ran down his chin with a tissue hastily, in full exaggeration the bright pink haired man is an absolute sweet tooth. he finally let his eyes set on you and he looked comedic with his wide eyes when he looked down at your soft thighs in the comfy shorts you wore.

you ignored his staring and sighed, pointing to the label of the sweet cake which had rindou's name on it but you changed your mind due to said man pouting and took out the cake and peeled off the label, offering to sanzu who drooled again but he doesn't know what's his drooling for anymore (rindou can always order another cake anyways). you closed the fridge and stretched, moving into the living room to lay on the sofa.

he felt content with his dessert, all he needed was a place to sit and he just felt that the perfect place was between, between, man he couldn't help it but stare at plushiness of your thighs. he wanted to bite it.

"can i lay myself between your thighs?"

a silent staring contest was held maybe, if people were to walk in at the moment but with a smirk you patted yourself.

"go ahead darling"

after a while

"y/n did you ate my cake!?" rindou gruffly yelled out and he didn't know what did he just walked into, you brushing and massaging sanzu's head while he hums and kisses up your thighs with the empty plate near his feet and rindou massaged his temples to not drag the male between your thighs into a body bag.

but he failed so sorry sanzu.

ran walked in with an amused stare when sanzu haven't noticed them yet and y/n laughed to rindou who was starting to march up to sanzu to grab both his ankles.

ran lazily stumbled to the sofa with his legs spread while watching whatever the hell the two were doing when sanzu finally woke up from his fantasies, fly high sanzu🕊🕊

ran leaned in to whisper to you when you secretly recorded the fight, asking why you finally offered sanzu a place to lay when you didn't let him lay between when he asked you so many times. you looked over at him with your mischevious eyes and he knows damn well he needs to do more than just asking.

extra!!:

"WAAAHH Y/N THEY BULLIED ME !!" you don't if sanzu's faking his loud crying or not with tears begin to slip past his cheek when he pointed at the haitanis and rindou had no shame in admitting what he done when his older brother blinked in confusion.

you tried to hold in any chortles or laughter coming out because the pink boy had his worst when rindou bent his leg over his head while muttering how he should've killed sanzu from day one. you held out your arms and he immediately flopped you to the coach when he pushed and smothered into your scent.

the haitanis still don't why you adore that crazed man baby who likes killing people and making them confess their crimes, you said you found it really annoyingly cute that's why you had haru in your arms who nibbled on you like a baby.

just hope that the treatment with haru doesn't go on and on and you actually do something about it instead of kissing his tears away and cuddled with him.

kakucho

he feels disrespectful to how much staring he does to you on a daily basis

the way you walk, your hips popping and the curve of your hip dips makes him go crazy

he wonders if he could just hold onto your waist or just touch onto your hips, he might faint touching the roughness of your stretch marks as if he's been blessed by pure heaven

he's obsessed with how you present yourself to the others

if only he was a little more bolder, he could admire it closer if he just asked (?)

"have you taken an interest in y/n, kaku?" ran's eyes glanced at kakucho's hard staring at your crossed legs and he stopped, scoffing at ran's word but the older haitani had a plan up his sleeves.

y/n sat nearby kokonoi's table doing their own thing, looking like a sweet thing that had kakucho's glued on them that ran couldn't help pointing it out and it didn't help kakucho's poor heart when mikey suddenly interrupted the conversation.

"kakucho, please assist y/n on where's they want to go at the moment" it made kakucho perk up, startled by the sudden job of bodyguard and he looked back at ran who winked at him. no no no this isn't what he wanted, what was he planning?

it's annoying on how this puppy crush of his grew even more worse, your whole personality draws him towards you, making him feel like a kid again because of how nonchalant you are with him. he felt laidback being with you is like the calm after a storm with his work and shenanigans in bonten.

he watched from a distance when you looked over the things on your list, kakucho also gathered some of the things you wanted into a little basket and cancelling some out so you didn't have to get them anymore and you thanked him with your pretty smile.

he scanned the area around him and held himself back from punching when this one creepo think they're being sleak with how they kept eyeing you, kakucho either think he was a pick pocket or a flirt but he kept a good metres away from him to see what he was doing but he was ready to turn towards you if they got any closer.

you turned towards kakucho, waving your hand to come to you and he immediately went, feeling more pissed off towards the person creeping in on you slowly but he felt your rough palm on the skin of his wrist wrapping it around your waist. he unconsciously squeezed around you, pulling you close as he shot a nasty glare towards the person who backed off, seeing the intense look from the half blind which they didn't dare messing with.

you both walk away, heading towards the counter as you laughed behind the palm of you hand; still in position of kakucho tightly holding onto your waist where he panicked when he realized how hard he's latching onto you.

"hah~ you're so-"

still choking on your laughter, he akwardly shuffles to the side in embarassment and it added more fuel to the fire when he remembered how he held your waist and he excused himself before combusting in front of you and went away for a few seconds.

you have to say but you gotta thank ran for this plan, even if the creepo appeared out of nowhere, atleast you got to see how bonten nunber 3 reacts to his dream coming true~

kokonoi

he mostly admires you in silence and gets distracted if he ever talks to somebody

just his eyes trailing down every curve on your body and just daydreams about them (as in like cuddling pls)

the other executives would notice how his eyes are always on you in every meeting youre in and would tease him about it when you leave the room like ran would comment 'so thats where your head was this whole time hm?'

kokonoi love your pictures, he feels creepy stalking your pictures but he can't help but gush into the palm of his hand of your stunning you look, you make him faint whenever you had suprise pictures of you in dresses and he feel like his whole body is on fire.

ran taps the head of his pen to the temple of kokonoi's head and he slams his phone down and put on a poker face, it faltering when he clenched his teeth already knowing what's coming. ran sneered to how much of a simp he was and flicked the back of his head, pointing towards the door of his office; telling him any moment you're gonna come by and koko swats his hand away, knowing the haitani was just teasing him but his eyes nearly bulged out when you actually swung by.

all sleepy and dreamy like, his heart getting squeezed and the older haitani patting you towards koko who unexpectantly had you in your lap, your weight tapping him out of his daydreams as you hugged him tighter.

"my my, tired baby ain't ya?" he put on his proper poker face he got from the back of his desk, trying not to falter when you sleepily ranted on how work was terribly tiring and he patted your back shakily, not wanting to push you off due to extreme nervousness. he joked with you telling that he could just pay you easily if you work under him and you pushed his chest with your head bonk .

"ywou drhon just-mphm-hrmm" him heating up to how close with you works because he was the best heat warmer you could ask for, he felt bad for moving you to the coach but he just needed a comfortable position for you sleep in because you sitting on him? naaah, he's a puddle by the end of it.

the urge to take a picture was really strong so he took out his phone and angle his phone down to catch your drool slipping out of you and smiled feverishly to how dorky you looked.

koko felt like he could fuck up more of his feelings staring at your sleeping face, he rubbed his finger on your fat cheek you smooshed onto the coach and shifted a little in your sleep to adjust the blanket more closer to you. koko's touches were hesitant, didn't want to be a pervert when all he did was touch your soft cheek.

he wanted to just hold you close to his chest and have you against him but his prickling anxiety said otherwise, his awful thoughts and stubborness entertaining the shit out of him. you nearly give him a heart attack when one of your eyes open when he wanted to take his second picture and you latched onto his wrist. koko squawked and you couldn't help but burst out in guffaws to how panicked he looked when you caught him.

if anyone saw this scene, koko surely would die of embarassment and he'll dig his grave himself but unfortunely he will eventually when the blinking red of somebody's recording was capturing every moment of it.

haitani brothers

the duo who makes you nervous with their hard stares on you

these two are also pretty touchy so it's dangerous when they're handsy with one of your body parts

rindou are obsessed with your chubbiness, poking it just to see his finger bounce back; comedically

he loves being close with you because you're so squishy??? the type of guy who plays with your squishiness like you're a stress toy and holds himself back from biting

you're the greatest fridge or heat bag on the off days he haves, just wrapped up in blankets and you makes him sleep like a baby

as discussed earlier, ran wants to his head between your thighs; don't be suprised when one day he felt like he should get killed by them and you reject his acceptance towards death

he's a leg man and likes sleeping on your lap or kissing them or he just does anything with them (if you don't mind)

you just gotta remember these two are menaces right next to sanzu cause they'll bother you about it like forever if they can

after seeing the endless babying of sanzu, rindou turns to his brother who was lost in his thoughts and tapped his shoulder with the back of his hand. he lifted his eybrow, needing a response to how quiet he became and ran gave him a sly smile.

"you look at y/n like you wanna eat them up" ran shrugged, placing his elbow on rindou's shoulder as he slipped a comment on how he can eat y/n in other ways while rindou scrunched up in disgust. sanzu then emerged right next to rindou, telling them to give their report; damn well distracted when you started brushing and massaging his head a few moments ago.

rindou pointed towards the window, telling sanzu to fetch the files in his car while 'lightly' threatening him to buy another cake for him and the pink haired boy waved him off as if his threatening didn't give him flashbacks to how rindou almost squeezed his organs out of his ribcage when he looked at the empty plate.

when sanzu disappeared out of the house, rindou pulled you by the waist and onto his lap. squeezing your fat and kissing up your neck, he grazed a sweet spot but you swatted him telling him what's gotten into him. ran lay his head on your lap and looked like a satisfied brat when you look back at him then his brother all confused like.

rindou couldn't spare anymore time so he whispered in your ear, telling how much of a nuisance his older brother was and pleaded you to let him do what he wished to do. ran quirked his eyebrows, leaning up to kiss you while you teased him more by placing a finger on his lips.

"using your brother as a way to get me to do your thing instead of asking me in the nicest way? how cruel haitani, don't you know how torturous it is for your brother to put up with you?"

he smirks, knowing how much of a tease you were and feigned his sigh. rindou clamped his hands over this ears to not hear whatever the hell is this and tilted his head comfortably on your neck.

you shifted off rindou's lap, letting the man going after your sweet self place his head on your tummy as he happily shifts himself to a tiny nap to wait for sanzu to get back from whatever he got himself into because they could hear him shouting at the phone when he was unlocking the car door.

you looked over at rindou and placed a finger on your lips, smiling with your eyes closed when you don't want to disturb his sleeping brother in bliss.

ran just doesn't need to know rindou had his many turns sleeping with you this week compared to him~

mikey

he likes sleeping on you, his titled pillow he seeks for at the end of the day

he usually goes to you whenever he has a hard time sleeping and you try your best to advice him on how he should take care od his eyebags and weak body

he likes listening to your whispering before he goes to sleep so he asks you to talk more (command maybe)

"mikey..?"

"mph?"

"please i need to get up"

he uses your entire body as a pillow to swing his leg over ._. . from the very start, he makes you worried that you might've done or said something wrong to him but his thoughts were completely filled with how he can melt into you and be a handy pillow for him if he can't sleep easily.

to break the ice of what he thinks of you, you hummed quietly and awfully close to him on why he was staring at you but he completley dodges the question, rather he wants to show you why he's staring so he asks if he can touch you. he was uo close and personal on the first into with you but he didn't have bad intentions.. because afterwards you were legit cradling him.

sanzu was raising his eyebrows teasingly when their boss was sound asleep on your shoulder and you run your hands to his hair while glaring at sanzu to not make any noise. kakucho tried putting a straight face on but it's complelety leaving him when he heard his boss sleep talk.

he was babbling nonsense to you which you tried to reply to him but his mouth was jammed shut because there was some point where he got mad at you for not replying and sanzu was rolling on the floor and kakucho had to walk out to laugh with sanzu, dragging the pink hair out of the office. you cooed at him to relax instead of thrashing back and forth and he stopped, planting his face into your neck which makes you feel really tickled.

you're just grateful he's getting some sleep and you kissed him good night and a faint smile shows up on his face when you hugged him tight.

(and the other executives in the other room cracking up about mikey and you NSBJSBD)

akashi

he likes carrying you, stealing you away from the other executive when they're disturbing you

you can't feel insecure with this man because he was the dirtiest way with his words that he whispers to you that can turn any guy or girl red

he'll surely gouge out any prying eyes that mock or stare at you for too long

"why cat got your tongue?" your mouth agape when he was busy doing pushups on the mat and his back muscles flex even more when you came by, the smirk on his face didn't help making you flustered while you sat near him. panicking on the inside, he stopped for a water break and sat next to you.

you prayed to not shake so visibly becaue this hot ass man right now makes you lose all sense of human nature with how big he was, he placed his bottle down and shifted closer to you. bending down a little to arch his back to crack a little, he said he needed you on his back for his pushups. he can easily see the confusion you had on your face and he chuckled, getting up to begin and he usher you to start climbing on his back.

"cmonnn~ i'm strong, you're afraid i'll drop you?"

this man wanted a death wish but you think you'll die first because of how much of a tease he was, his back was kinda comfortable so you tugged on him like a koala, he called you needy and he says he's right you'll enjoy it. enjoy what exactly? too scared to ask this man because of the potential of a heart attack.

it becomes a daily thing to be honest, just having you on his back to flex off his strength that you were impressed that he didn't break and kept his composure. he held you close or carries you on his back cause he wants to, running away from the others who were fighting over you.he was a dangerous man because he could easily take your breath away with how secretive he is.

heck, i think he just did.

tag tag: @lucylicious , @turksueme , @haruchyio , @fyotituti , @coconois , @gyros-cum-sock , @ashrakat-lovesbaji , @dragon-chica

[scenetocause]

the way you write lando and max is so viscerally them that it gives me butterflies every time please don’t ever stop pressing keys on a keyboard thank you

heh i cannot. actually process praise because i am very mentally unwell but thank u anon here is a ficlet of them being hungover

Obviously, it was a terrible idea to get drunk at the F1 Arcade party. Firstly because everyone knows who they are and secondly because Max gets the worst hangover anxiety known to man and they're in a hotel and now he's agitating while Lando's trying, like any reasonable person, to become one with the mattress in the hope it will somehow stop his head hurting.

"Stop, look-" he grabs for Max, blindly. "C'mere."

Taking advantage of being bigger than Max these days to pull him down into the pillows probably is a little bit unfair but Lando can't deal with the way he's frantic-scrolling his phone. "No one's gonna have taken pictures of you checking my arse out or whatever, it was dark. And anyway, you do that normally, why are you worrying about-"

"Because," Max looks a bit tearful, from the way they're pressed very close, faces almost touching. "I can't remember what I did or how we got back and that's - fuck, I need to sort myself out."

Oh. Oh. It's not anxiety, not really or at least if it is it's about bigger things than Lando ordering them an Uber. It's that every brush with racing stuff reminds Max he isn't a driver anymore, lets him pick at himself and see every bit of his body and mind that's changed as a problem, not a success. Turns Max Fewtrell, happy and healthy on a sabbatical into a negative compared to Max Fewtrell, lost and spiralling in racing. Puts himself back in the place where it was his fault, where there's another reality he could go back to and prod and poke at it until something else happened.

Lando opens his arms, pulls Max close, lets him snuggle in. It's weird, that their size difference is the other way now and Max is so tiny, tucked against Lando's chest with his face in the crook of Lando's neck.

"Do you want avocado toast or, like, proper greasy breakfast?" Lando's trying to get his body as moulded to Max as possible, which he could justify as being like, Max's weighted blanket or something but is mostly just because there's never going to be a time when being in bed with Max, in just their boxers, isn't going to be exciting to him.

Max makes a humming noise. "Probably the avocado. It's your off-season though, you pick."

There's just enough movement between them that Lando manages to get a hand on Max's arse, so he can get their hips in line for some not-exactly-rutting but like. Just knowing their dicks are in the same place, reassuring more than horny.

"We're getting McDonalds," Lando decides. The hotel probably does Deliveroo and if not, they'll eat it sitting on Max's car's bonnet because he hates the smell getting in the seats.

Formalities over, he gets back to the real task of tracing circuit maps on Max's lower back and sucking his earlobe and pushing his leg between Max's until Lando can roll them over, be on top of Max while he's gently, like, ravishing him or some shit.

Max lets it happen, moans and arches his back when Lando sucks his nipple, bites at the chest hair he's kind of jealous of. By the time he pulls Max's boxers down he's basically all the way hard and a few seconds of Lando mouthing at the tip of his dick gets him the rest of the way there.

It's salty, velvety, nice. Max has a pretty dick, pink and easy for Lando to swirl his tongue around, hold in his mouth more than sucking, heavy on his tongue. He always ends up having to use quite a lot of hand but that's ok because Max likes it and it's not long before his balls are tight, under Lando's palm and then Max comes in his mouth and lets him keep going, basically making out with Max's dick as it softens.

By the time he's satisfied, wriggles back up the bed to drape himself on Max, he's kinda but not very surprised that Max is crying. Not a lot, just enough to say it was intense for him and sometimes Max doesn't have the words for whatever he's feeling. Doesn't matter, they'll work it out together, once Lando's head feels less like it's in a bear trap.

"Thanks, Bob." Max kisses him on the forehead and it's almost as good as paracetamol. "I'll get you back when we get home, yeah? Blowie in the streaming chair."

That's the best suggestion Lando's heard all morning, so he just unlocks his phone and shoves it in Max's hand, Deliveroo open. "I wanna double sausage muffin."

"Sure you do, buddy," Max says while squeezing his arse and. Ok, yeah. He does.

[iceeckos12]

A time travel au. angst and h/c. inspired by this post

Warnings: jon’s very low self-esteem

“What do you think of him?” Jon suddenly asks, staring blankly at the wall of the breakroom.

Tim pauses in the middle of chewing his sandwich to give him a long, considering look.

He’s mostly decided to suspend his disbelief until further notice, simply to keep from losing his mind. What else is one supposed to do when future versions of Jon and Martin, who are also apparently dating, tell you that your workplace is currently involved in a plot to end the world? Ideally he would’ve processed one big revelation at a time, but apparently they don’t have time for that, so goodbye grip on reality, it was nice knowing you. I’ll hit the restart button as soon as things start making sense again.

Tim wipes his hand across his mouth, swallows, and asks, “You mean Jon II?”

Jon rolls his eyes, like Tim’s being obtuse on purpose just to annoy him. “Yes, I mean...him. Me. Jon II.” Then his nose wrinkles amusingly, the same way it always does whenever he says the moniker. He’s hated it since the beginning, but it was a battle he quickly lost, what with all three of his assistants opposing him.

Normally, Tim wouldn’t have thought twice about shrugging and answering, but...Jon’s been uncharacteristically quiet lately. Oh sure, he’d blushed up a storm upon learning that his future self and Martin were dating, and he’d expressed his own misgivings at the beginning, but...since then he’s been eerily, silently watchful. In Tim’s experience, when presented with this sort of puzzle Jon generally buries himself in research, and doesn’t emerge until he’s good and ready to do so.

There’s something else on his mind.

So Tim puts down his sandwich and gives himself a moment to think carefully through his response. “I mean...he’s a lot like you, obviously. But he seems…” What’s a polite way to say, the trauma and the boyfriend seems to have made him a little more easygoing? He certainly smiles more freely than he ever has, which...honestly, makes Tim want to cry sometimes. How horrible, that so much abject cruelty had just made him more kind. “...tired. A little less high-strung?”

“I see,” Jon says, turning his mulish gaze to his curry, dragging his spoon through the thick sauce.

Tim waits a beat longer, but when nothing else seems forthcoming he prompts, “Why do you ask?”

Jon’s reaction is only to press his lips into a thin, tight line. Tim knows this mood; he’s weighing how insecure he’ll look if he says whatever’s actually bothering him out loud, versus how much he wants someone else to hear it. Pushing him now will only make him clam up, so Tim just waits.

Tim’s patience is rewarded when Jon blurts, “But you like him. You...you all do.”

“Yes,” Tim says slowly, because it’s true. Martin’s so enamoured with a Jon that actually likes him that he keeps bringing him tea just to get another glimpse of that gentle, thankful smile, just to strike up another conversation about nothing. Sasha has decided that he’s the most interesting thing that’s ever happened to her, and insists on consulting him whenever she reads a new true statement.

Tim’s personally a little unnerved by the awful, sad way future Jon looks at him sometimes, or the way he flinches back whenever someone tries to touch him without warning. But he’d taken Tim aside and quietly explained everything he knew about what happened to Danny, so.

Oh, Tim thinks, feeling like an idiot for not realizing it sooner. Jon may be an old hand at fooling others with his grumpy persona, but Tim knows that he’s just using it to hide his massive inferiority complex. “Wait, are you jealous?”

Jon ducks his head, and his ears darken. Gotcha, Tim thinks. 

“Jon, you know that that’s still you, right?” he explains gently, quietly relieved that it’s not something more complicated. “We like him just as much as we like you, because you’re the same person.”

“But he’s not the same, is he?” Jon protests. “Look at the scars on his neck, on his hand. And he has panic attacks, and he flinches at loud noises, and, and—”

He breaks off, biting down hard on his lip, threading a hand through his hair.

Tim stares at him, feeling off-kilter, like he missed a step coming down the stairs. That doesn’t sound like jealousy. “...Jon?”

Jon shakes his head, his breath escaping him in thready, devastated gasps.

He can’t tell what’s going on in Jon’s head, and it’s starting to scare him. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

Jon just sits there for a moment long, tugging at his hair, staring sightlessly at the middle distance. Tim gently untangles his fingers, giving him something a little more solid to hold onto.

“You all like him,” he says at last. “You all...he’s so kind, and he’s funny, and you like him, because someone hurt him first. He’s different—we’re different—because someone cut our throat and burned our hand, and you like him better.”

Tim’s horrified. “Jon—”

“Should I accept that?” he continues, the words flooding from him like a dam finally exploding in a shower of groaning wood and weathered stone. “Do I—how do I carry on knowing that I could be the person I want to become, if only I give myself to monstrosity, if only I let myself be hurt like that?”

“Of course we’re not going to let that happen to you!” Tim interrupts, voice higher and more frightened than he meant it to be. He’s applying duct tape to a raging river. He has no fucking idea how to fix this. “You don’t deserve—”

“Don’t I?” Jon demands, whirling on him, eyes flashing. “Don’t I deserve to be happy? Or am I unworthy of even this kind of improvement? Am I doomed to be like this forever?” Tears well in his eyes, spill over. “Don’t I deserve it?”

And then he slowly, inevitably, dissolves into tears, his slim shoulders shaking as he curls over and buries his face in his elbow. Tim drapes an arm across his back, angling his body so he can gently tuck Jon’s head against his shoulder. He doesn’t know what else he’s supposed to do. Even if Jon were in any shape to hear it, he has no idea how to fix this.

Tim could tell him that he and Martin and Sasha all think that he’s fine the way he is, and it’s the stress of an apparently eldritch job that’s causing him to push people away, but he doubts Jon would believe it. Words mean nothing when actions have been screaming something entirely different all this time, and Jon’s always been more observant than they give him credit for.

“Oh, Jon,” he whispers when the tears finally start to slow, dropping a kiss onto silver and black hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you felt that way.”

Jon pulls away and shrugs, averting his reddened eyes. Tim squeezes his elbow to prevent him from retreating entirely. They sit like that for a moment, Jon going very still and very tense under Tim’s hand, settling into the vulnerability like an open wound.

“I’m sorry,” Jon says finally, sniffing heavily. He’s aiming for his usual brusque, dry tone, but his voice is shaking, and he’s not fooling anyone. “That was unprofessional of me.”

Before Tim can stop himself, an incredulous laugh rips out of him. “Jon,” he says quickly, “We’re well beyond professional. You know that, right? You don’t have to hide from me.”

Jon flushes. “Yes, well—it was unfair for me to put this on you, as your fr—as…” His expression goes all fragile and uncertain, and Tim’s heart aches.

“It’s not unfair,” Tim corrects gently. “As your friend,” and here he pauses for emphasis, “I want to know when you’re feeling like this.”

“Oh,” Jon murmurs, then straightens and scrubs the teartracks from his cheeks. “Oh.”

Tim nods reassuringly, takes a deep breath, and makes an educated guess. “I know you’re scared, Jon. We all are. This place is...horrible, and seeing what you went through is...terrifying. I can’t imagine how that must be for you.” He lets his eyes flicker up. Jon’s still watching him, rapt, and good, good. I haven’t lost him. “I won’t deny that he’s getting along with Sasha and Martin quite well, but...but that’s not because of what he—you—went through. It’s because….right now, you’re pushing people away because you’re scared, but he’s already done that. He knows that pushing people away just means you end up alone. It doesn’t mean he’s a better person, just that he’s a little wiser.”

“But how can you be sure?” Jon asks, leaning forward, eyes big and desperate.

“I mean, I wouldn’t have become your friend if I didn’t like you,” Tim admits unashamedly.

His bold honesty is rewarded by Jon flushing and ducking his head.

“But even so,” he continues, sobering, “Even if you were the worst person on the planet—and you’re not—you wouldn’t deserve to be hurt like that, no matter what the outcome. Does that make sense?”

Jon looks thoughtful as he says, “I—yes. Yes, that makes sense.”

He can tell though, that Jon doesn’t quite believe him. That’s okay—honestly, it’s what he was expecting. Tim’s been running headfirst into the wall that is Jon’s terrible self-esteem for as long as they’ve been friends. This problem is going to take more than one half-assed pep talk.

That’s okay, though. Jon’s worth the effort.

[jaskierswolf]

A Date

For Day six of Soft tummies week in @thepassifloradiscord

Rating: T Ship: Gerlion Prompt: AU - Coffee shop/baker

CW: Mention of weight gain

AO3 _

Geralt wasn't sure what to think when the small bookshop next door to his bakery was sold. He was anxious mostly, a big chain next door would kill his business and the Kaer Morhen bakery had been in his family for generations. The last thing he wanted was to be the one that failed his family, but when he strolled into the bakery on the first day since the sale was complete, he let out a heavy sigh of relief. The shop had been gutted, and inside was a blond fellow, tall and wiry, singing along to the radio and covered head to toe in blue paint. If it had been a chain then they would have had a whole team and the work would have been completed in record time. So after a successful morning stuck between the ovens and the till, Geralt stepped out to introduce himself to his new neighbour.

"Ah hello! You must be Geralt! Mousesack told me all about you. He absolutely swears by your chocolate fudge cake. I'm Dandelion, the proud owner of Bardic Beans. Now don't worry, I'm sure whatever crap cake I can buy from suppliers to sell won't steal away your customers. They'll probably grab a coffee from my shop and head straight next door! Ooh we could team up, have some kind of loyalty card for both stores?" Geralt blinked, staring at the man as words flew from his mouth. The paper bag with a blueberry muffin was locked in his grip and it took a few moments for Geralt to process all the information he'd just been given. It was simply too much for a first meeting. So instead he just handed over the bag.

"It's not chocolate fudge cake... sorry."

But this Dandelion person just beamed and took the bag with a delighted cry. "Ooh muffins! My favourite. Just what I needed too, I'm famished! Who knew painting was such hard work? but I'm determined to get this all sorted by myself. Then it will be caffeine city in here! I can't wait!"

Looking back on it, Geralt couldn't tell you what possessed him to say what he did next. Perhaps it was something in Dandelion's smile, or his infectious laughter and enthusiasm, or perhaps... love at first sight wasn't quite as mythical as Geralt believed. "I'll help. If you want?"

Back when he'd taken over Kaer Morhen bakery, Geralt had handled the redecorating himself, so he knew there would be a lot of work, even before they got to equipment and electrics. Of course back then he'd been a couple of stones lighter and far fitter. His cosy life in a bakery had meant he wasn't quite the man he used to be, but he didn't mind. Working in a bakery was far better than his previous career... safer too, and he rather liked the way he looked now that he'd filled out.

Dandelion clearly didn't care, judging by the way his entire face just lit up like the fucking sun. He flung his arms around Geralt's neck, smearing him in blue paint, and pressed a kiss to Geralt's cheek. "Thank you! That would be wonderful! I'll be working late until she's ready to open, so feel free to drop round when you've closed up shop. I owe you, Geralt. Free coffee for life!"

Geralt just rolled his eyes and waved his goodbyes, getting ready to return to his bakery and back to the quiet life in the kitchen, but Dandelion called after him before could get out the door. When he turned back around, Dandelion had a new smear of blue paint on his cheek, and he was biting his lips "Or... instead of coffee for life... maybe a date?"

A date? With this crazy colourful beautiful man? Geralt's heart skipped a beat and he felt his cheek warm up. It wouldn't hurt to get to know his neighbour and potential rival a little better, plus beneath all the blue, Geralt was sure Dandelion was an attractive man. At the very least he had kind eyes.

"A date sounds good," he agreed, and then fled back to the safety of his bakery.

[earlgreydream]

leather gloves.

| zemo x reader | smut | fluff |

anon requested. p,, please,, can you write something w Zemo spanking the reader,, I’m so parched

dom!Zemo getting frightened when he learns you’ve put yourself in danger

“You put yourself in danger! How could you have been so careless with your safety!?” Bucky screamed at you.

You fell back against the wall and slid down it, covering your head with your arms and weeping into your knees. Bucky punched the wall above your head, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

You sobbed violently, frightened and anxious. Bucky was seething with fury, and Sam slapped the table on the other side of the room. You trembled, trying to curl up into a smaller ball, wanting to sink into the floor and disappear. 

“You’re untrained! You said you were going to the bodega for fucking tea! And what were you doing instead, on some kind of mission to kill Karli? Did you seriously think you had a chance?! You lied, put yourself in danger, went on a death mission... you’re lucky that you’re alive! You wouldn’t be if we hadn’t gotten there!” Bucky’s voice thundered through the room, jarring you.

“I just wanted-”

“You wanted what?!” Sam shouted angrily.

“I didn’t... want to run anymore,” your voice was raw and meek.

Ice-cold terror shot down your spine as footsteps echoed into the room. You didn’t dare look up, not wanting to face the source of the noise.

“Leave us,” the Sokovian spoke.

The doors slammed behind Bucky and Sam, trapping you alone with Zemo. He crossed the room and knelt in front of you, brown eyes boring into you. The tension was thick, your sobs the only noise.

“Are you harmed?” Zemo asked finally.

“N-no sir,” you forced out.

His hand grasped your jaw, tilting your face up to force you to look at him. You were shaking as your body wracked with sobs, and you wanted to sink back away from him.

“Do not ever lie to me again.”

Zemo struggled to control the anger and fear in his voice. Mostly, he was thankful that you were unharmed, that Bucky and Sam had found you before the rogue soldiers could kill you. Zemo had been gone on a private affair, and you’d convinced Bucky to let you go down to the bodega for some tea. He’d made you call Zemo, and you’d sweetly asked for permission from your boyfriend. He’d granted it, believing your lie. Really, you’d snuck down an alley, armed with a handgun, going after your enemy.

Panic had surged through him when he was informed of the situation. It was replaced by fury when he found out you were fine, but had lied to him and broken his rules. Zemo was strict with you, to protect your safety. You knew this, you knew exactly what risks you were taking by disobeying him. Killing your enemy who’d sent the four of you on the run would be worth whatever consequence and discipline Zemo administered, but you’d failed. Now, you were at the mercy of his wrath for nothing.

“I’m sorry,” you wept, tears pouring down your cheeks as you looked up at Zemo, unable to free your jaw from his grip.

“You will be. I’ll give you a reason to cry.”

You closed your eyes as another sob bubbled up in your throat at his words. You knew it wasn’t a threat, but a promise. Your head dropped when he let go of your jaw, and he laid his hand on your back.

You were covered in dirt and blood, thankfully not your own. He fought off the emotion that washed through him, and the desire to cradle you. He wouldn’t discipline you when his anger and fear were still raw and driving his emotions, and he decided it best to clean you up first.

“Come with me,” Zemo commanded.

You took his hand, letting him help you to your feet. You kept your eyes trained on the floor as he pulled you from the safe house kitchen, leading you back to the master suite you’d been sharing over the last few weeks.

Your throat ached from crying, and misery settled over you as the doors closed behind Zemo. You felt like you could be sick from anxiety, and his hand went to your lower back, pushing you toward the tub in the middle of the room. He turned on the water before unzipping what was left of your torn suit.

“You’re not injured?” He looked to be sure, not wanting to hurt you.

“No sir.”

“Get in,” Zemo lifted you into the tub and you inhaled sharply as your skin came into contact with the icy cold water. You knew better than to complain, and Zemo helped you clean up as you continued to cry.

You gasped as he took the faucet and sprayed the cold water over your body, washing away the blood and dirt, leaving you shivering. You sighed in relief when he shut off the faucet, helping you out and wrapping you in a towel.

“Please forgive me. I’ll never lie to you again, I’ll never put myself in danger, I’m so sorry,” you stammered out, looking him in the eyes as you trembled before him.

Zemo pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and cradling your body against his.

“You frightened me, I was worried. I know you won’t do it again. I’m no longer angry, my dear.”

You clung to him tightly, hiding your face in his chest. He held you, thankful to feel your heartbeat against his body. Zemo gently led you to the bed, sitting on the edge and positioning you to stand between his legs.

“You gotta breathe,” Zemo’s leather glove clad hands held yours against his chest, calming you down from your ragged breathing.

“I’m sorry-”

“You don’t need to be frightened of me.”

You knew that. You knew you couldn’t escape your fate, and panicking and crying was only prolonging your own misery, and Zemo’s too.

You weren’t afraid of being punished, you just hated the disappointment and anger that preceded it. You tried to calm down for him, but your mind was racing.

“Please do not make me put this off until the morning. I don’t want to do this to you, but I can’t just let you lie to me and break the rules,” Zemo’s tone was eerily calm, granted, he had a lot of practice. You rarely behaved— but being screamed at by Bucky had kept you in line, as it was almost worse than anything Zemo would ever do to you. That’s what had started your meltdown.

You exhaled softly as Zemo kissed you. It calmed your spinning mind, and you let him pull you over his lap. He tossed your towel aside, and you tensed as you felt leather smooth up the back of your thighs.

“Tell me your safe word.”

“Draga,” you answered, letting the top half of your body rest on the mattress.

You jolted forward at the first sharp impact. The leather gloves increased the pain, and you were biting back whimpers almost immediately. Zemo’s force and strength never wavered, even when your self control gave way to crying. He spanked you roughly, watching as arousal smeared on the inside of your thighs. 

Your skin was glowing red with heat, and you couldn’t keep yourself from squirming, trying to wince away from his touch. Zemo scourged you severely, and as much as you hated it, it ignited warmth deep inside of your belly. 

“Please-” you whimpered pathetically as he slipped his belt off, the muscles of his arms flexing under the white button down that was rolled up to his elbows. 

“My dear, I will give you five more for every word that isn’t draga,” Zemo’s belt cracked against your already burning skin, a sharp sting shooting up your spine. It ripped a scream from you, and you gasped as leather fingers slipped through your folds, feeling how soaked you were from the punishment. 

Zemo’s black Louis Vuitton belt bit into your skin as he whipped you nine more times, his other hand gently holding your back down as you tried to writhe away from him. 

“It’s alright, you’re done,” he said softly, pulling you up and being careful not to brush your painful skin. 

“I’m sorry, Zemo,” you hiccuped softly, and he shook his head.

“No, my dear, it’s over. Don’t apologize, it’s forgotten.” 

Zemo kissed you, calming your leftover anxieties. Your arms went around his neck and you clung to him. He softened, pulling off the leather gloves and rubbing your back. When you pulled away, the brushed the tears off of your face, kissing your cheeks sweetly. 

“Lay on the bed, let me clean you up,” his voice was much softer, and you did as he asked. His touch was tender and soothing, easing the pain he’d inflicted earlier. 

“Are you going to let me hold you?” Zemo asked, kissing up your spine. You turned your head, accepting the kiss that was planted to your lips. Zemo worried you’d push him away after what he’d just put you through, but you pushed up onto shaky knees and hugged him.

“Of course.”

He got up and put the jar of salve away before stripping down and climbing into bed with you. You winced a bit as the cool sheets settled over you. Zemo murmured an apology against your lips before pulling your leg over his. He laid you on his chest, positioning you so he could roll his hips into yours, slowly filling you up. You moaned as your intense sexual frustration was satiated, feeling him gently fuck up into you. Your gently tugged at his blond hair, moaning into his neck. You pressed heavy kisses to his throat, and he murmured quiet praises in Sokovian. You let yourself melt into the lazy sex, all of the fear, agitation, and anxiety vanishing with the slow thrusts. 

“May I?” you asked breathlessly.

“Whenever you’d like,” Zemo kissed you, groaning as he felt your walls pulse around him before heavy waves of sleepy euphoria rolled over you. Almost immediately after orgasming, you drifted off on his chest, falling into a sedated sleep. 

Zemo looked over as you rolled onto your back, immediately waking up from the pressure. You moved onto your side and rubbed your eyes, a small yawn leaving your lips. 

“Good morning, my dear.”

“Morning,” you hummed, your voice raspy from your sore throat. He frowned at the sound, leaning over and kissing your eyelids, making your lips turn into a smile. 

“Let me see,” He gently pulled you toward him, inspecting your raw skin. He grabbed the jar from the bedside, putting another layer of its contents on your backside. You jerked, whining a complaint as Zemo touched you. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. 

“You’re not still mad?”

“No, my dear, never with you. However, I do expect you to apologize to James and Sam.”

You got up and brushed your teeth, tying your hair onto your head. He sat on the bed, watching you move, able to tell you were sore. 

“Yes, sir.”

He pulled a loose white eyelet dress over your head, trying to spare you from further discomfort. He tossed on joggers and a t-shirt, walking to the kitchen with you and immediately going to make you some jasmine tea for your throat. 

“Y/N?” Zemo prompted you.

You looked up at Bucky and Sam, both men still looking displeased with you. When you didn’t speak, Zemo swatted you. You gasped and grabbed the edge of the counter at the small reminder to be good. 

“I’m sorry. James, Sam, I should never have lied to you or sent you out to look for me. Please forgive me. It won’t happen again,” you apologized.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” Sam finally relented, and Bucky nodded.

“I’m glad you’re safe. You really frightened me.” Bucky squeezed your arms gently. You mouthed a small thank you, and Zemo put steaming tea in your hands. 

“James?” Zemo asked, catching the brunette’s attention. 

“If you ever yell at Y/N like that again, you will wish that I killed you. Got it?” Zemo threatened, startling him.

[hallelujahmeatgod]

HAIKYUU CHARACTERS WHEN YOU PRANK THEM TELLING THEM YOU DON’T WANT TO SHARE A STRAW

+warning/s: There’s really none, just cursing is all.

+word count: 2227

+note: The characters are very random because they’re the first ones I had an idea for. I want to write for the other ones too, so please do tell me what you guys think about this one. 

KUROO

"What did you just say?" He asked, eyes wide from shock.

"I said, grab another straw if you want to take a sip of my drink. I don't want to share a straw." I said, as calmly as I can, immediately looking away from him. Because Lord knows I just want to laugh at his dumbfounded face right now.

He gave me a sarcastic laugh. A laugh that says "are you serious right now?"

I raised a brow at him acting like I don't have a clue as to why he's acting the way he is. 

And that was the last straw for him.

"So you literally shove your tongue down my throat and you wouldn't share a straw with me? What's that about?" He said angrily, looking at me with daggers in his eyes.

I laughed and instantly covered his mouth, looking around at the café. "Bitch, shut your mouth. I was just playing with you." I whisper-yelled, while trying to control my laughter.

He rolled his eyes and snatched away my drink. Muttering a "not funny" under his breath, as I continue laughing at him.

KIYOOMI

"Can I try yours?" Omi asked calmly.

I nodded, but before he could grab my drink I pulled it back a bit. "Oh-- can you not use my straw though?" I said as innocently as I can. 

He rolled his eyes at me then scoffed. I thought he's actually gonna get riled up, but that's until he said "Brave of you to assume that I'll share a straw with you."

I gave him a dumb look. What?

He raised his brows at me, a sly smirk making its way to his lips. "I'm literally afraid of all kinds of germs, and you are no exception." 

Did I really just forget that I'm in a relationship with a germaphobe?

"Whatever" I said, pouting.

I handed him a new straw but then he gave me a look of disgust. 

Can I be any more disgusting to this guy?

"Now you're trying to give me a plastic straw? You turtle murderer! Get that animosity away from me." He said, as he dramatically whipped a metal one from his bag. 

Just how many does he have in his bag?

"Now, repent from your sins and start using this babe." 

BOKUTO

"WHAT?!" His dramatic ass yelled.

"Sit your ass down, right now!" I ordered like a mom.

I pulled him back beside me on the couch as he looked at me sadly.

"What do you mean we can't share a straw? We kiss all the time though and we share more saliva doing that than just sharing a straw." He pouted. 

Which is so cute that I had to stop myself from just pinching his cheeks and hugging him.

"I just don't want to share a straw today, okay? Just get another one. I have some in one of the drawers in the kitchen." I said, scrolling through my phone so that it'll seem like it's not a big deal.

I kept on scrolling, but then I realized after a while that he's still beside me.

 When I looked at him, I KID YOU NOT, there's tears welling on his eyes threatening to fall. His lips even quivering as he tried holding back the tears.

I instantly held his face and pulled him close. "Oh my, Bo, what's wrong?"

When asked he became more emotional and the tears finally fell. "You wouldn't share a straw with me." He said, sobbing. So I pulled him into a hug.

"Bo, stop crying. I was literally just joking, no need to cry you big baby." I said, chuckling lightly as I ruffled his hair.

He instantly pulled away, looking at me expectantly. "Huh? You're not for real? I can use your straw? You're not disgusted?" He asked and I nodded, giving him a warm smile.

He jumped at me and gave me a bear hug. "I don't like that joke though" He said, pulling away enough so he could look at me.

"I'm sorry, Bo. I won't do it again."

"YAYYYYYY!" He exclaimed, as snot trickled down from his nose. This kid.

"Let's wipe that snot away first though before you come close to my straw, yeah?"

OIKAWA 

(Now this is about to turn into a soap opera. Everyone knows this dude is the queen of all drama queens)

"Tooru, baby, use another straw." I said, not even sparing him a glance. Eyes focused on the anime we’re watching.

No reply. No reaction. No movements for a solid moment.

Eventually, he sighed then stood up. I heard him shuffling around so I thought he's actually gonna grab a straw for himself. Y'know, be compliant for once?

But since we're talking about a professional drama queen here, that obviously isn't happening. Duh.

"28th of August, in the year of the Lord. It's a warm afternoon, an afternoon filled with sunlight. Everything's bright, sunny, and happy. But just as everything is fitting into place, everything turned dark '' He monologues, standing at my balcony.

Oh Lord, save me.

"It is on that one afternoon, that Oikawa Tooru's heart has been shattered into million little pieces. It's shattered so good that no glue, not even E6000 glue, can put it back together." He continued, fake crying. Looking back at me once in a while to see if I'm looking at his drama. Then just exaggerating even more, putting his all into it.

I rolled my eyes at him, completely done with him.

"I thought there was love. I thought we felt the same way, that we're on the same page. But I was greatly mistaken! Nothing's fine. I'm torn. I'm all out of faith and this is how I feel. I'm cold and I'm ashamed, not lying naked on the floor-- but I'll think about it. Illusions never change into something real--"

"DUMBASS JUST TAKE A FUCKING SIP. JUST SHUT UP"

And that's all that needs to be said. He darted towards me and easily drank half of my drink, cuddling next to me.

"Now is that hard? It isn't right?" He teased, which earned him a solid smack on the head.

ASAHI

"Grab another straw for you to use, Asahi" I called out to him as he stood up to get some more snacks after he announced that he wanted to try my drink.

"What did I do this time?" He asked quietly when he got back, dropping the snacks on the table.

"What do you mean? Did you do anything?" I asked him back.

He crouched down in front of me so we're at eye level. "You just told me to use another straw. So what did I do, woman?"

At this I immediately broke into a fit of laughter, which made him confused yet concerned. 

"You're scaring me right now babe."

"Ohhh~ Asahi, you really are too precious." 

"Are you being sarcastic right now? Is that you getting more angry at me for whatever reason? Wait! Are you actually angry at me? What did I do--"

"YO! Breathe." I clamped a hand on his mouth. "Who said I was angry?"

"Well you don't wanna share a straw so I'm assuming you hate me right now" He shrugged.

I ruffled his hair and lightly pinched his cheek. 

"I was just messing with you, so no need to be a panic mess." I reassured, caressing his face ever so softly.

His face instantly calmed as he leaned onto my hand. "Don't do that. You know I panic easily over the smallest things. I was about to have a heart attack." he pouted.

I kissed his cheek and offered him my drink, and he happily took a sip.

"Wait till Daichi hears this" I chuckled, earning a groan from him as he hid his face from me.

KAGEYAMA

I'm getting so impatient. 

Impatient for Kageyama to ask for a sip of my drink so I can mess with him.

Why wouldn't he just ask? He kept on eyeing it yet still wouldn't ask for a sip.

"You know, eyeing my drink like that wouldn't make you taste it. If you want a sip, get another straw." I said as if I don't care, when in reality I'm watching his every move and expression.

His eyes then diverted from the drink to me, raising a brow. What's he raising his brow for?

"Bold of you to assume I'd like any of that." He said lazily.

Me=Jaw dislocated.

I looked at him not knowing what to say. What does he mean? 

"Huh?" Was all my dumbass could muster.

"As if I'd drink that '' He said, sticking out his tongue in disgust. He took a sip from his milk and smiled, completely satisfied. "I'm all good with my milk, it makes my bones stronger. You can close your mouth now." 

"B-but you kept on eyeing it"

"Yeah I did. Cause I was asking myself how someone can even consider that a drink."

USHIJIMA

"Can I please have a small sip of your drink? That seems like a new flavor I have yet to try. So if you don't mind." Ushijima asked beside me, looking straight into my eyes as he did so.

Does he really have to be this serious and proper asking for a sip? 

I'll never understand how his robotic self works, but I still love it though. I actually find it cute, so it took a lot from me to not break character.

"Sure thing. Just get yourself a new straw." I said, pushing my drink towards him.

I can see he's quite surprised by that since he didn't just do it right away. He gave me a look but then again didn't really say anything. He stood up from our booth and went to get a new straw.

I almost facepalmed when he did so, but then again what was I expecting? That he'd go crazy over it? That he'd have a big reaction? This is Ushijima we're talking about. The only time you'll see a big reaction from him is when that kid Hinata goes head to head with him or when he sees Oikawa CAUSE WHY THE HECK DIDN'T YOU ATTEND SHIRATORIZAWA, DUMMY!

Ushijima is very simple and calm, so he doesn't make a fuss about things easily.

When he got back he just silently put his straw in and took a sip. "That's quite good but not as good as the one you always get." He said honestly. Typical Ushijima.

We were silent for a little bit. Usually I'd be talking his ears off by now with all the gossip I've found out. But I'm still a tiny bit down because of his lack of reaction.

"You're weird today" He said out of the blue.

"What?" I asked, choking a bit from my drink.

Lost. That's what I am. He doesn't really blurt out things like that. I mean, yeah, if he finds something weird, mostly if you're asking him about it he'll say it's weird. But he doesn't really just blurt it out the way he just did. 

"You never had problems sharing with me. You don't mind me biting into your food, drinking from your bottle, making me eat the ice cream when you only want the cone, yet you made me get a new straw. It's just new, I guess. That's why it's kind of weird."

He said calmly and I can tell that he's genuinely calm. Like he isn't trying to be calm or he's mad deep down. He's simply sharing his thoughts.

"So you did notice." I pouted. He looked at me and nodded for me to continue talking. "I was actually just doing this thing I saw on YouTube, telling your boyfriend you don't wanna share a straw."

"Oh" He nodded in understanding. "No wonder you're weird today. You'd never do that." He actually said in a very humorous tone, with a small smile on his face.

I beamed and sat closer to him, resting my head on his arm. "Sorry for that."

He shook his head and gave me head pats. "It's fine. And of course I'd notice, I prefer it when you share with me, it makes me feel closer to you. And you've always been sweet to me even though I can't do it well, so I instantly caught on to it."

"You're sweet in your own unique way, more than you realize, Ushi" I said, smiling at him. He returned the smile with an even bigger one. My heart is about to burst, it's not everyday I see this guy grin like this. This smile might be a small one to others but for me this is a whole ass beam!

"Can we share properly now?" He asked, very VERY cutely. It almost brought tears to my eyes. And when I say cutely I mean him just looking at me seriously. In conclusion whatever this giant does I find cute, okay? I'm whipped and I'll even write it on my forehead if I have to.

"By all means"