#i actually didnt realize there was zero bathrooms

[kwyoz]

im tryna write some dai shit and yk, i just realized,,

where the hell do the people in skyhold bathe and shit at? why doesn't inky have a bathroom or something?

[sickknotdoom]

I'd love to hear what you have to say on that Carlsly baiting topic you mentioned. I feel similar and would enjoy your opinion on it.

i dont really want to make this a long post since the longer it is the more likely it is that i misphrase something and come across the wrong way, so thisll be a few paragraphs at most. its important to note that i myself am gay (i like men) so yes, i feel like representation of my sexuality is something i can talk on.

one time is a coincidence, an understandable mistake, miscommunication. in regards to the topic of unis tfem identity, i feel less like it was intentional mlm baiting and moreso clumsily executed foreshadowing that didnt quite get the message across, probably because kit felt like revealing it would be "spoilers" and decided to make it as subtle as possible, like the vaguely trans flag-colored scarf. the gradual shifting of sexuality did sorta rub me the wrong way, like. first they were introduced as a gay guy, then revealed to be tfem/transhet (barruni being t4t), now theyre something along the lines of "queer in general with a slight masculine preference". i know people switch labels like that in real time as well, but to me it feels like unis original writing of being exclusively attracted to men is gradually disappearing, which feels messed up regardless of their gender identity. its probably whatever though.

two times is a pattern. the exact same thing happened with sly, except way more abruptly. sly was first introduced as a cis guy in a gay relationship with carl, and was later revealed to be tfem too, but this time there was absolutely zero foreshadowing. the only things i can think of that hinted at it were the strawberry nightgown art & maybe that "bathroom panel" ive been hearing about (but havent actually seen), which was brought up on here as relating more to ocd/intrusive thoughts than gender dysphoria. i might be overthinking this but i feel like that mightve been done to fuck with me specifically? because as a gay guy myself, having the same event of "popular mlm ship suddenly has one of the characters revealed as tfem" is reasonably frustrating as it can & will come off as erasure if not handled with enough care. and since ive spoken up about this in the past, which ended up landing me in a discord gc with An Actual Sparkleteam Member Trying To Convince Me Otherwise, it feels quite fishy to me. but if you think im wrong, cool, no hard feelings as long as youre not gonna flat out my opinion.

im prolly just tripping though. i have nothing against characters gradually realizing their identities but i feel like it should be handled with more care and that the proof of their journeys shouldnt be erased. especially when being written by someone who has no clue what that journey is like.

[freaksun]

Ok so i was considering continuing this where she makes him wash his hair in the sink but, i figured it was already way too long, but i wanna write it so oh well.

He sets you down after a moment, staring at you with the most loving and sincere eyes.

“of course eddie. thanks for letting me.” you smile, petting the strands of hair that frame his face. he almost kisses you then but hes scared to ruin something so good.

“we should wash it.” you decide then. he always liked that about you. you could often be bossy and assertive but it was obvious it came from a place of love, care. so he always goes along with it. he smiles excitedly, more than ok with letting you wash his hair

“lets do it” he agrees with a wild smile. you bend him over the sink, gathering all his hair in your fist.

“you comfortable?” you run the water, using your other hand to check the temperature as it warms up.

“mm-hmm” you hardly hear him over the running water, quickly getting warm enough for him.

“okay, im gonna start then. just tap my leg if you wanna stop, ok?” you hear his boyish giggles clear as day.

“yes mistress.” you roll your eyes, smiling and blushing but youre happy he cant see that. you get all his hair wet, massaging it gently. he feels so comfortable, more comfy than hes ever felt, other than in the hands of his mother. you squirt a dollop of shampoo on your hand and work it in slowly. he sighs contently, trying to be quiet, like he didnt want you to know how much he was enjoying himself. the warm water, the gentle massaging from the girl he loves. once his hair is all soapy, you try to rinse it all out, but it takes a minute since his hair is so voluminous. you dont mind.

you then realize the conditioner is still in the shower, a few steps away from you both. you have to awkwardly manoeuvre, one hand holding his hair and him in place, standing on one foot leaning over him, reaching for it. you eventually get it, but not without practically splaying yourself across his, now wet, back.

“sorry..” you mutter, staring at the splotches of water adorning his white tee. you dont get a response. which is odd, cause again, he never shuts up. always taking the opportunity to crack a joke, or make you feel appreciated, or both.

“eds?” your wet hand shakes him a little.

“mm” he groans in response. you stifle a giggle at his extremely relaxed state.

“nothing, just got you a little wet, sorry.” you rub conditioner on each of your hands, probably a little more than you needed but you wanted it silky soft. for him, of course, and totally not for you to touch.

again, you hear him giggling. it subsides, though, as you work the conditioner in. he moans, youre now massaging his head a little rougher than before. his hand rubs your leg in appreciation. you figure he hasnt been taken care of in a long time, and you certainly dont mind being the one to love on him.

“feels good?” you giggle, with zero malice. you hear another groan of appreciation and giggle again. youre almost done, but honestly you dont want it to be over, working his hair a moment longer than needed before rinsing it out again.

you sigh “alright, im done. just gimme a second” as you reach for a towel. you squeeze the extra water out of his curls before drying your hands and wrapping a towel around his head.

“up” you order him, sweetly of course. hed do anything you told him, cracking his back as he stands up. he could do it himself, you both know, but still you dry out his hair for him, reaching just a little since hes so tall.

he shakes out his hair like a dog after and you squeal, holding your hands up to sheild the raining water.

the two of you go back to his room while it dries, he goes back to yapping about his campaign with the boys, and youre actually listening this time.

he talks so long it finally dries, you excitedly interrupt his incessant rambling to tell him, and you both run back to the bathroom.

he freezes when he sees himself, wide grin splitting his gorgeous face.

“I look fucking pretty!”

eddie doesnt let anyone touch his hair. ever.

it reminds him of his late mother, who had the same gorgeous untamed curls. She used to comb his hair when he was little, being ever so gentle and taking her time brushing out the knots.

his father made him feel less-than for just about everything about him, including his gorgeous mane. Called him awful names and always told him to ‘cut that fairy shit’ when it grew too long.

so, ever since she passed, and his father went to jail, hes been growing it.

unfortunately, she never taught him how to take care of it, she’d always just do it herself. So, he doesnt put product in it, he doesnt cut it, he doesnt even brush it. And, stubborn as his mama, he doesnt let anyone else touch it either.

then you come along, happy and sweet, always loving to everyone. he falls in love with you so fast he hardly even notices. you certainly dont either.

one hot summer day you’re both in his room, you on his bed, him pacing, frantically explaining some sort of nerdy campaign idea. you dont know, you havent been listening for a while, too distracted by the way he keeps wiping sweat from the back of his neck. you cut him off rudely, he doesnt mind

“hey eddie?”

“sweetheart?”

“whens the last time you got a haircut?”

he freezes, silent, which is very out of character, dude never shuts up.

“uhh. like a few years ago. why?”

its your turn to be quiet, suddenly all coy. he finds you absolutely adorable as you stare at his floor, trying to find a way to ask him without startling him. as if he were some wild animal, which, he basically is.

“just.. immm noticinggg its kinda matted in the back…”

you try to sound the least accusing as you can. he doesnt seem offended but you can tell hes thinking.

“well, yeah, i. i guess i just havent touched it since. well my mom used to do it for me”

you feel like an ass, touching on something you shouldnt have, making him all quiet and sad. you backtrack.

“jesus, eddie, im sorry i didnt mean to-“

“its okay angel, i know”

he sits next to you. you give him a nervous smile, still sweet, hesitantly reaching for his curls. you can tell he’s hesitant too, but he nods, granting you permission. you take a single strand between your fingers, twirling it.

“Its so pretty, eds. ..would you let me? take care of it, i mean?”

hes scared. but youre so sweet and youre asking so nicely. a part of him is scared if he lets you, he loses another part of his mom. but the other part is staring into your eyes and seeing nothing but genuine affection.

“i.. i guess you could.. try.”

his heart pounds in his chest. You absolutely beam, thanking him immediately and bouncing around the room, looking for a brush. he laughs, shaking his head. you watch as he rummages through his closet, before handing you a light pink brush. you think about teasing him for it but he already looks vulnerable. you smile sweetly instead, taking it from him.

“sit” you point with the brush. he does as you say, running his hands up and down his thighs in a self soothing motion.

“its okay eds, you dont have to be nervous.. ill be gentle i promise” he gives you an unconvincing smile. you return with a guilty one, downturned. you kneel in front of him, in between his knees, brushing his bangs with your fingers.

“we can stop whenever you want, okay?” his cheeks are bright red as he nods timidly

you move to sit behind him, and run your hands through his curls gently, admiring it. you take a part, hold it at the root, and brush gently.

“that feel okay? tell me if it hurts” ever so sweet.

“mm-hm” you can feel his nervousness. “you- you remind me of her, y’know”

youre pretty taken aback, but honoured nonetheless. you keep brushing through the mattes in his hair as you talk.

“Yeah? Wanna tell be about her?” youre not sure if its the right thing to say, but you figure he probably hasnt told anyone about her. you can practically feel his energy shift.

“she was sweet. loving and kind to everyone, like you.” you both smile. “and she was pretty. beautiful. i really miss her.” you stop, rub his back a little.

“i can only imagine.. im sorry eddie.” he turns to face you, smiling.

“s’alright sweetheart. thanks for letting me talk about her” he hugs you. you hug him back, tight.

“hows the ole hair going?” He asks when he pulls back, a joking tone to lighten the mood.

“good!!! ive gotten the mattes outta this chunk here, it looks good. your hair is really beautiful, eds” youre ecstatic and it travels to him.

“thank you. my mom had the same hair.” he smiles, turning back around to let you continue.

“i bet she was really gorgeous.” youre extra-extra gentle. He keeps talking and you keep working. He tells you about how she smelled, the softness of her voice, his favourite memories with her. he tells you about the last time he saw her. he tells you all the things hes been holding inside, everything he never got to tell anyone, never trusted anyone enough. and when hes done, his hair is untangled and soft.

you smile proudly, running your hands through his hair, marveling at your work.

“its done” he whips around, looking at you with wide excited eyes

“really??” you nod, smiling wide. he runs over to the bathroom to see for himself. You stand behind him, peeking over his shoulder in the mirror. Hes surprised, looks like he might even cry. you wrap your arms around him, leaning your head against his arm.

“do you like it? Its a little poofy, but you can wash it out and it’ll look be-“ he cuts you off by turning around and hugging you. he hugs you tight, lifting you up.

“thank you.” you can tell he really means it.

[the5thelement]

It’s really amazing when you get in an argument with your dad about why you are never around him. which only started because I fucking accidentally flooded my bathroom sink which then leaked into the living room below me which didn’t actually cause any damage that wasn’t there already from a massive storm that we got in the spring. So I told him why would I want to be around you when you constantly say all this fucked up shit to me when your pissed and try to always make me feel like a piece of shit. Two months ago I was the worst I’ve ever been and couldn’t even sit up without losing my vision or fainting and he thought it was the time to tell me I’m lazy and don’t care about anyone but myself because I didn’t ask how him how he was feeling after his doctor appt. I said you love to make me feel like shit when I’m already at my worst but instead of trying to understand that he just proves my point by acting like the irrational man with the emotional maturity of a teenager that he is. He then repeats all the ways he thinks I’m a piece of shit. Which is really only because he can’t stand someone being more unwell than he is. When he’s not feeling well it’s inconvenient for me also to be in too much pain (not in pain anymore,) now I’m dealing with pots, but I can’t possibly be more fatigued than him. so instead of looking bad for not helping my mother with anything it becomes my fault. Oh and also probably mostly because I refuse to go to church with them or pray the rosary with them or complete my confirmation, I can’t even count how many times he’s told me I’m going to hell at this point. It’s really fucking crazy, he’s always been a dick but it wasn’t until I was older that I realized he’s a massive narcissist who honestly if he wasn’t my father I would have absolutely zero interest in ever knowing him. He goes off about how disrespectful I am which actually made me laugh out loud which he didnt like and I said I could say a hell of a lot more to you but I fucking don’t because I don’t want to make mom cry, he finally shuts up for about two seconds, then he tells me to move out. So I said my sisters family will be more than happy for me to move to Nc with her, which then my mom was about to cry so I stopped, but really also my brother said he would let me go to his place in jersey, hell I’ll go my friends in Florida if I had to. So I go to walk away and pack and he yells at me to stay. I’m like well which is it? He honestly just hates that he can’t control me anymore and it pisses him off more that I don’t really react to the bullshit he says Anymore, except today obviously. The only reason I’m here is because I physically couldn’t handle getting a second job to be able to afford living on my own, chronic pain / fatigue is too much. Also all the years I was dealing with my endo pain and trying to find a surgeon, which I got my surgery two years ago and it took a whole year to recover from. But worse than all those years of pain is now dealing with pots and trying to understand why I pass out all the time, these weird neurological symptoms and learning how to manage this properly, I thought I could at least feel like I might be safer around my family. I don’t even really know why I think that though because after my surgery they literally left me the next day to go to my sisters for two weeks. So not they they were of any help during that. Then recently When I started with these pots symptoms after I gave blood, I had literally fainted as my dad was walking towards me and he didn’t even fucking notice and walked away. So I was unconscious in the chair leaning on the counter when my mom walked by and was like rubbing my arm asking if I was okay and woke me up. He thinks he’s always been this fucking gold star father because he worked a lot ( like bare fucking minimum, you choose to have 6 kids.) or because he coached us in sports, sure he was a good coach, but like have a son that gets depressed and tries to kill himself and watch how ill equipped he is for that and it’s not at all because of him.

cool I’m 32 and have now manifested daddy issues lol 😅

[laddieseddiemunster]

A poly lost boys x reader who gets bullied in school. But hear me out! So she gets bullied but one day they(the bullies) pour this sort of 'bleach' over her and it gets into her eyes and her hair color changed. And so she avoids the boys as much as possible so they show up to her house and see her how would they react and deal with the bullies?

Thank you for the request! Also the part where she gets bleach in her eyes I cut out because she would have permanent damage in her eyes if that were to happen. So only her hair gets bleached. I hope you don’t mind.

Another long fanfic :) hope you enjoy!

Bullied (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader)

warning(s): angst & violence

Being picked on every now and then is one thing, but being brutally bullied by the most popular girls in school is another. The worst part was, everyone seemed to love and worship them. You hated going to school. Everyone believed their nasty comments about you, and soon you didn’t have anyone on your side.

The boys were your only escape from it all. They treated you like a princess. You were gorgeous to them, and that’s all that really mattered. Their complements made you feel special and confident. As long as you were beautiful in their eyes, the nasty girls that were bullying you opinions didn’t phase you. Of course it still hurt, but you had the boys, and you loved them.

You got used to the bullying after a while. The boys were unaware of it because you didn’t know exactly how they’d react. They were a bit protective of you. Before you met the boys the bullying wasn’t as bad, but when you started dating them it got worse. Those horrible girls found out and started called you a whore and slut for dating four boys at once. They were jealous. You knew that, but the harsh name calling got to you sometimes. You never let them see you cry though. All they wanted was to get a reaction out of you, and you knew that.

This day didnt start off any different from the rest. You went to school, got some dirty looks from your schoolmates, and went to your classes. The only difference was, you hadn’t seen the mean girls who’d bully you. Perhaps today would be better than you’d thought.

Lunch came around and you were forced to eat some of the disgusting cafeteria food. The smell made you want to gag. As you were walking towards the lunch tables [insert bully girl name] called you over to her. You didn’t trust her one bit. She had been bullying you for a while, so why should you trust her?

“Come here! I just wanna talk to you,” she said waving you over to her. You rolled you eyes thinking that she was just going to pick on you. You decided to walk over anyway, but standing a couple feet away from her to keep your distance.

She looked over at you, giving you the up and down stare. “So, hows your day been?”

“Okay, I guess,” You said feeling very confused. There was no way this girl would want to start a friendship with you.

“Well, I called you over here because I wanted to ask you a few questions,” She said which made you feel a bit worried.

“What kind of questions?” You asked giving her a questioning look.

“Well i wanted to know if you were really dating those four guys?” She asked with a slight smirk on her face. “Or if it’s just a rumor.”

You rolled your eyes again thinking she was just going to call you a whore. “Yes I am.”

Instead of doing that, she sighed and looked to the ground. “You must be lucky.”

“Yeah umm, yeah I guess I am,” You said with a small smile creeping on your face as you thought of how lucky you were.

“Actually, umm,” she said with a pause. “I didn’t call you over here to ask you questions.”

You sighed. “Then why’d you call me over here?” You asked with slight attitude knowing that this girl was not trustworthy.

“I wanted to apologize,” she said fidgeting a bit.

“For what?” You said giving her a strange look. If she was going to give you an apology for all those years of bullying, then you wanted to hear her say it.

“I’m sorry for...” she paused again. Her eyes looked to the ground as she was speaking. Then all of a sudden her expression changed. Her apologetic frown changed into a slight smirk, but at the same time she was giving you a look of disgust in her eyes. “I’m sorry for your boyfriends, because they have to deal with an ugly slut like you!” She smiled as if she was proud of what she was saying. You sighed again while mentally cursing yourself for even believing that she’d give you an apology.

“Now!” She yelled but you could tell that she wasn’t talking to you. She backed away from you quickly as if she was running for something. Then all of a sudden you felt some drops of liquid start to fall on you. At first you thought it was rain, but there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. You weren’t too fazed by it until you recognized the smell. It was a strong smell that was hard to forget. Before you could try to run away, a whole waterfall of the substance was dumped on top of you. As if someone was standing above you with a bucket and on purposely dropped it all over you.

The smell was now stronger than ever. Your hair and clothes were now all wet, but not with water. You noticed your top had completely lost its color, and a nightmare you’d never thought would happen to you was happening. This was bleach. You were practically inhaling it, so you started to cough. A sound that happened to be louder than your coughing made you pause. Laughter. From the girls you hated the most. You looked above you and saw that a couple of them were standing on the building you were in front of, so you were right below them.

Reality sunk in quick. This was no nightmare. Your worst enemies had just poured bleach all over you. Your hands started to shake. Not out of pain, but out of fear and shock.

“Hey y/n!” One of the girls said while still laughing. “It’s not so bad. Maybe your boyfriends will like you now, since your hair is bleached.” She cackled.

Your heart sunk to your stomach. Bleach can ruin anyone’s hair, and it was all over you. The sound of those terrible girls laughing filled your ears as you ran to the nearest bathroom. You looked in the mirror and realized your hair was already loosing its natural color. You let out a loud gasp, but to you it sounded silent. You didn’t look like yourself.

Quickly, you turned the handle for the sink letting the water run on your now bleached hair. You tried desperately to remove the beach and get your original color back, but nothing worked. The roots of your hair were now all the same yellow/blonde color.

“Oh, don’t be upset!” Said one of the bully’s. “You don’t look like your ugly self anymore!”

“Go away!” You yelled at them with your bottom lip trembling as you were trying to hide the fact that you were on the brink of sobbing. “Leave me alone!”

“Aww, you gonna cry?” They taunted you. “The little baby’s gonna cry!” You pushed past them and ran out of the bathroom letting tears escape your eyes. You could still hear their laughter and insults from behind you, but you didn’t look back. You ran all the way home not caring that you still had a couple classes to take. Their bullying was never this bad. You were able to handle it for a while, but they crossed the line.

The reflection in your bedroom mirror wasn’t the person you recognized. You felt ugly. Your hair was now all bleached, and you didn’t have the money to go and get it done. All you could do was try to get used to it. Your confidence level was now at zero. You had grown to love your natural hair, and now it was gone. All because of those horrible jealous girls.

The thought of the boys seeing your new hair that you thought was hideous made you want to crawl up in a hole and never come out. You hated seeing the way you now looked, so how would the boys react? You cried yourself to sleep at the thought of them leaving you because of how ugly you now looked. You decided not to go to school for the next few days. Facing the girls wasn’t something you were ready for yet. You didn’t even want to see the boys. From fear of their reactions, you didn’t visit them or call them.

The boys were a little confused on the first night of not showing up on the boardwalk, but they decided not to worry too much about it. They just assumed that maybe you needed some space. After a week of you not speaking to them, the boys started to get worried. You would never just stop talking to them out of the blue. They were all confused, and even a little sad. David knew you well enough to know that you wouldn’t stop talking to them unless you were upset about something. The only problem was, he couldn’t understand what it was. None of them could. They assumed you were mad at them because you weren’t speaking to them, but they had no idea what they had done.

David got pretty impatient after the first week, and he let the boys know that they were going to go to your house if you weren’t going to speak with them. If you wanted to break up, they wanted a reason why.

You had been trying to get some sleep from the nights of crying, but you were taken off guard by hearing the sounds of motorcycles outside your house. You recognized that sound. It was a sound you knew only too well. The boys were here, and they were here for an explanation that you weren’t prepared to give.

Kicking your blankets out of the way as you got out of bed as quick as you could while looking for something that could possibly cover your hair. You found a hoodie and immediately put on. There was no point in trying to escape, you knew the boys would find you. Right as you were putting the hood over your head, you heard your window open.

“Baby?” You could tell by the tone of voice that it was Paul. “Why have you been ignoring us?” You didn’t dare face him. You could already tell that he had his usual pouting sad face on that was just too adorable to be mean to.

“Y/n,” Marko said. “Please, look at us.” His voice was slightly shaky, as if he was worried you wanted to end the relationship.

Your back was still towards them. You knew there was no way out of this, but that didn’t stop you from trying.

“Please go away,” you said feeling tears start to form in your eyes. Marko decided to not listen. He walked up to you and grabbed you lightly by the shoulders forcing you to turn to him. He had a confused yet soft expression on his face.

“What’s the matter?” He asked you while putting his hands on both sides of your face. That question just made you feel worse, and the tears that were threatening to fall were now falling. Marko’s expression was now turned to worry and sadness. He hated seeing you cry. He wiped your tears away with his thumbs before doing what you were trying to avoid. Marko grabbed the sides of the hoodie, and pulled it off of your head.

Your eyes started to tear up again waiting for him to tell you that you looked terrible. Instead, he reached over to touch your bleached hair, and the frown on his face turned into a smile. “Wow.” he said. “You look gorgeous.”

Then they all came up to do with a look of awe in their eyes. You were definitely taken aback by their reactions. You expected them to hate your new hair, but it was the exact opposite.

“Daaammnn sugar, look at you,” Paul said while brushing his fingers through your hair. You giggled at his choice of words.

“It doesn’t look bad?” You asked.

“Bad?!” Marko exclaimed. “Far from it!”

“You look beautiful,” Dwayne said with a smile on his face. “Just as beautiful as you were before.”

“Y/n,” David said catching your attention away from the other boys. “Why have you been ignoring us?” You cringed after hearing that question. You were able to avoid it the first time, but something tells you that you won’t be able to this time. “Did you stop talking to us because you dyed your hair?” David said with slight sarcasm, but also slight attitude.

“N-no. No, it wasn’t that,” you said looking away from the boys.

“Then what was it?” David asked. You could tell he wanted an answer right away, and there wasn’t much you could do.

You sighed. “I didn’t do this to my hair,” The boys looked at each other with a look of confusion on all their faces. “It was forced.”

“What do you mean?” David asked while stroking your face with his knuckles.

“These girls pulled a prank on me last week,” you said half lying. “They dumped bleach all over me, and it changed my hair.”

“A prank?!” Marko asked raising his voice. “That’s no damn prank!” You knew Marko got angry a lot quicker than the other boys did. This wasn’t something he was going to sweep under the rug, Marko was going to want revenge.

“Yeah!” Paul agreed. “Why would they do that to you?” He asked still touching your new hair.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess they just don’t like me.” You refused to tell them that the bullying was caused because the girls were jealous of you for dating them.

“Well who are these girls? I wanna give them a piece of my mind?!” Marko exclaimed.

“No!” You knew that the boys were vampires. You found out accidentally by walking into the cave when Marko was feeding. It didn’t go to well, but the boys managed to convince you that they would never hurt you. But, you already knew that Marko wanted to kill your bullies. “You’ll just make things worse!”

“They deserve this!” Paul said only making matters worse for you. “No one does this to our babe!”

You groaned knowing that the boys wouldn’t stop arguing until they found out who the girls were. You wanted the bullying to stop, but at the same time you didn’t want the girls to die.

David put his hand under your jawline making you into his eyes. “Y/n, tell us who the girls are.” You could tell by the way David was speaking that this wasn’t a request, this was a demand. He wanted to know, and he wanted to know now. You walked to your bookshelf and grabbed a yearbook from the previous school year. Flipping through the pages, you found your grade category, and pointed out each of the girls to them.

“That’s them?” Dwayne asked sounding surprised.

“Yeah, you know them?” You asked him.

“Babe, those girls have been trying to get with us for ages. We always rejected them,” Paul said which made you smile.

“Well, what are we waiting for?! Let’s go get those girls!” Marko said clearly ready for a killing spree.

“No! Please don’t kill them,” you said grabbing onto Marko’s jacket. “They’re jerks, but they don’t deserve to die.”

“I think they do,” David said smirking at the idea of slaughtering your bullies.

“How about this,” you paused grabbing all of their attention onto you. “You guys can scare them by showing your vampire faces, and they should stay away from me after that right? They’ll probably be too scared to get near me, and no one at school will believe them!”

“I like the killing idea better,” Marko said while pouting in a playful way.

“Please.” Now you were the one pouting.

The boys looked at each other. You knew that they would rather kill all the girls, so you got lucky when they agreed to your plan.

You knew that the mean girls would go to the bonfire late at night for party’s or just to hang out, so that made your plan a bit easier. The boys loved to scare people almost as much as they loved killing, so they were excited for it all to unravel. You rode on the back of David’s bike as he drove to the bonfire with the other boys riding behind him. He drove with a smirk on his face, which meant he was ready to scare the shit out of those girls. You’re his baby, and no one better hurt you.

Luckily, when you all got there, the girls were by themselves. You decided to stay with the bikes, so the girls wouldn’t see you. The thought of being around those girls made you feel uncomfortable. They were terrible people, and you weren’t ready to face them. The boys sure were though. They were ready to make them scream out of fear.

When the girls saw the boys walk towards them they immediately started to get flirty. “What are you guys doing here? Did you come to see us?” One of them said.

“Actually we did,” David said. “We heard what you did to y/n.”

“Oh yeah. Sorry, it was an accident. I swear! The bucket of bleach just happened to drop all over her.” She said sarcastically.

“That was a really bitchy thing to do.” Marko said not buying any of her bullshit.

“Come on, you guys. She wasn’t pretty anyways! We did her a favor. I think you all deserve someone much prettier than her.” Another one of them said walking up to David.

The girls tried to touch David’s chest, but before she could he grabbed her by the wrist. “I think you all need a taste of your own medicine.” He said before completely transforming into his vampire face. The girl gasped and started to scream. David’s grip was too strong, so she couldn’t run away. Dwayne and Paul grabbed the two girls that tried to run away, and Marko grabbed the last girl and pushed her to the ground. He pinned her to the floor with his foot on her back, and he grabbed her by the hair so she’d face up. Marko called you over to him still holding the girl down. By this point all the boys were transformed, making all the girls whimper and cry.

Marko pulled the girls hair hard making her cry out of pain. “I want you to apologize to y/n, and don’t give some sorry ass apology.”

“I-I’m sorry!” She yelled with tears of fear and pain running down her face. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry y/n!”

“You’re sorry for what?!” Marko said pulling her hair again.

“I’m sorry for dumping bleach on you y/n!” She whimpered. “I’m so sorry!”

You didn’t respond to her. You wanted to feel bad for her, but you couldn’t. Actually, you felt the exact opposite. You enjoyed seeing the tears run down her face. It reminded you of all the times she made you cry. In a way, it was satisfying. In a sick twisted way, it gave you pleasure. You wanted them to suffer more. They had been making you suffer for too long, and now it was time for it to end. They were messing with the wrong girl.

“Kill them.” You said out of nowhere. The boys all turned to you. They definitely didn’t expect that to come out of your mouth.

“What?” Paul asked a bit shocked.

“Kill them.” You repeated. That was enough clarification for the boys. They started to dig in. Biting and ripping through the girls skin making them scream and sob. Instead of turning away, you decided to watch. You watched as the boys tore off the girls limbs and fingers. You listened to their screams. It didn’t scare you like it would terrify a regular person. You watched as if you were watching a cartoon on tv. The screaming didnt stop. Their faces off terror didn’t go away. It all made you happy. Those girls were getting what they deserved. Their yelps and screams were like music to your ears. Their begging and pleading made you wanna laugh. They shoudve watched what they said about you, because it came back and bit them in the ass. Literally.

The screaming soon came to a stop, and all you could hear was the wind blowing. They were dead. Their blood was all over the floor and some on the boys. You watched as the boys threw the remains of the girls into the fire. You never thought you’d be watching your worst enemies get slaughtered in front of you, and it was worth the watch. They had it coming, and now they are gone. You didn’t feel bad. You didn’t feel guilty at all. For the first time in years, you could go to school without worrying about these horrible girls picking on you. Now they were nothing. You were free from those girls. Their deaths brought a smile to your face. You never had to hear their nasty words again. Now, they’re just faces on missing posters.

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HC: Y/N Wears a Revealing Version of their S/O’s hero suit

God it’s been so long since I’ve done headcannons, I miss them so much! These I’m going to keep tame, cause I don’t want them to be toooo spicy!

Also, I didnt iclude Shindo and Shinso, sorry! I realized rather quickly how long these got and didnt want to bog down this post, hope thats okay!

Pairings: Mirio x reader, Tamaki x reader, Bakugo x reader, Kaminari x reader (all characters aged to 18+)

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Mirio

It would be a disgrace if I didn’t use this pic

So you had been invited to a photo shoot for a pretty high end boutique to be one of the models

Were you stoked that this extremely prestigious brand wanted you on their front cover? Yes. Were you terrified as hell? Also a fat yes.

Mirio, being the adorable boyfriend he is, was hyping you up for it

“Your going to be amazing sunshine! Ya never know until you try, ya know?”

Even with him being your support, you still felt extremely self conscious

“I don’t know...I’m not a model, I don’t think I can do it-“

“Don’t talk so negatively like that babe! What if I came with you, would that calm your nerves some?”

Your practically melted into him, giving him the biggest hug everrrr

“Oh my god would you? That would make me feel so much better-“

“Of course babe! Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it!”

So the day of, you came into the photo shoot fresh faced and pale as hell from nerves

They seperated you from Mirio, taking you to the makeup area and clothing area

You entered a room lined with extremely bright makeup stands and racks of clothing, your area in a small corner to the right with a mannequin wearing a certain set of clothes

You finally realized what you were actually modeling-and your mouth dropped

No wonder the asked you to model, being Mirio’s girlfriend-it was a sexy version of his hero suit

It was a skin tight leotard, the number “1000000” scrawled against your chest, a thick red cape draping against the back

Lemon colored glasses and thigh high blue boots completed the look, a huge gulp reverberating from your throat-

How the hell were you going to pull this off? In front of your boyfriend no less-

You pain stakingly got your makeup done and your hair, your strands pooled up like Mirio’s hair in the front and the rest cascading in bed head curls

You finally got the skin tight costume on, looking at yourself in the mirror-you felt nervous but-strangely calm-you didn’t look half bad, actually

A small smile graced your face as you walked out, your heels clicking against the floors as you walked into the photo shoot room

Now the question was where was your-

“Hey sunshine! Whoa, that get up looks great, looks pretty similar to something I wear dontcha think?” He was totally teasing you, his tone playful as he leaned into your blushing face

Suddenly your bravery was gone and you were a nervous wreck-your boyfriend was looking at you with hungry eyes, his orbs gazing over every exposed curve

“Mirio, you don’t have to look at me like that-“ you whined, feeling your cheeks burn bright red

“But I want to look at you like this babe,” he smiled, his voice dropping as he licked his lips- “you look absolutely delicious dressed up like that.”

Tamaki

“Oh cmon Tamaki, please come with us!” You pleaded with your nervous boyfriend, his brows furrowed in fear

It was the middle of October, and you and Neijire were planning to go to an early Halloween party in the middle of town

“I-I wish I could go bunny, I really do, it’s just-“

Tamaki was fiddling with is hands, his inky black hair cascading over his distraught face

He would love to go with you, but the thought of people, and dancing, and dressing up, and oh god what if they made fun of his costume-

You placed a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek, sending him a reassuring smile

“No worries, Tama, I get it-just stay home and chill, I’ll make sure to come home a little early,”

“Oh-okay,” he obliged, watching you go into the bathroom to get ready

Tanaka decided to do exactly what you asked him to do-he watched some TV, ate some food, anything to calm his nerves as you got ready

After an hour or so, you emerged from the bathroom, walking into the kitchen in your full get up

Your hair was straight, see through yellow glasses covering your eyes. You wore a black leotard, the fabric hugging your curves as a beige cape draped around your thighs. Two purple belt laid against your hips, drawing attention to your plush thighs as your boots clicked around the apartment

Poor Tamaki practically choked on his cereal when you walked in-when you said you were wearing a costume, you didn’t tell him it was his hero suit!

Tamaki walked over a blush erupting over his face, “Y-y/n? W-what are you-wearing?”

You spin around, guilt pooling in your stomach as your eyes met your boyfriends flustered gaze

“I’m sorry Tamaki I should have told you! The party is “hero” themed, so I thought the best suit to wear was yours-do you...want me to take it off?”

Tamaki vigorously shook his head, his cheeks a fiery red

“N-no! Please don’t! Honestly, that’s the last thing I want...” he stuttered his shaking hands resting on your hips and pulling you gently to his chest

You had never seen Tamaki so bold-your eyes widened, your hands placed against his chest

“-but I don’t think you should go to that party tonight”

Bakugo

You ran over to Bakugo, your phone screen containing a pic of a cosplayer dressed up in full Bakugo hero suit, gauntlets and all

You legit shoved it into your boyfriends face, your face beaming- “look how cool this costume is!”

“Tch-Only I can wear my hero suit as well as me,” Bakugo scoffed, going back to eating his ramen

You looked at him distraught and disbelief- “Cmon, Bakugo, you had to admit it’s pretty cool-“

“Cool? He’s a fucking wierd ass nerd, making my hero suit...” Bakugo said under his breath, his eyes now glaring at his phone screen

You placed your hands on your hips- “So if I wore your hero suit, I would be ‘wierd ass nerd’?”

Bakugo chuckled harshly- “Yeah-but you couldn’t wear it, like I said, I’m the only one who can pull it off-“

Ha-if that fucker wanted to play, then you were here to win

You slammed your hands down on the table, your arms encasing a surprised Bakugo in between your arms

You gave him a wicked grin, making Bakugo’s crimson eyes wide with surprise-“Bet bitch.”

Y’all are so mean to each other 😳

You stomped out of the room, your mind now reeling-you had ZERO idea how to make his costume...

You quickly made a call to Mina and Momo, telling them about your predicament-Mina would help you design, and Momo would help make the materials

Both were extremely open to helping you, especially Mina-any attempt to destroy Bakugo’s overly high ego, she was down to do!

But she had a twist to your intial plan- “what if you did a sexy version of him! That’d show him!”

You weren’t exactly sure how that would do anything, but eh why not-if you could make him even more mad, this was the way to do it

Momo was hesitant to make such a lewd outfit, but you quickly reminded her of her revealing hero outfit

-she quickly agreed after that

Mina designed the “suit”-honestly it was just a bra with two orange X’s, bootie shorts with a grenade belt, and green ribbon connecting to the black thigh high boots

You complained to Mina about how uncomfortable the high heel was, which she responded with “Beauty is pain!”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes

How would Bakugo’s suit be complete without the gauntlets! You three had the hardest time with that-deifnitely spent a whole day watching 3 hours worth of cosplay tutorials to make those damn things

But after many hours of snacking, hot glue guns, and screams of annoyance, you three FINALLY had the costume finished-and you couldn’t be happier! It honestly made you feel so cool and powerful...especially those gauntlets-

no wonder why he wore the clunky things, they honestly were fun to wear

You decided to wear the outfit before Bakugo came home one day, your face smug as you waited for him to enter your shared apartment

You finally heard the click of the door, Bakugo wearing his usual baggy pants and shirt he wore when he came home, his shoulder holding his duffel bag full of things

“-Hey”, he welcomed you gruffily, not even noticing your attire

“Hey yourself-“ you replied, a shit eating grin on your face as you walked over to him.

He still wasn’t looking, too busy rummaging through his bag- “Am I still a wierd ass nerd?”

Bakugo looked up, and holy shit was he in for a sight

When you said you would make his hero suit, he didn’t take it that seriosuly- you? Make his suit? Psh like that’d happen

BUT IT HAPPENED

You looked-really good in it too-he deifnitely was appreciating the extra skin that was involved 😳

You smirked at his obvious surprise, his cheeks a fiery red as you did a small spin in the suit- “How does it look?”

Suddenly you felt pressure against your wrists from Bakugo’s hands, your back now against the wall as Bakugo drank you in with his piercing red eyes

Now it was your turn to be surprised-cause crap you didn’t expect that to happen

He was now in control of the situation and he knew it-he gave you a shit eating grin, making your blood feel incredibly warm

“-it looks decent...but I think it would be better on the floor”

Kaminari

“Mina no, I’m not-“

You were in shock, flabbergasted, confused-when did they have a intimates based off of hero suits?

AND WHY THE HELL DID THEY HAVE YOUR BOYFRIENDS SUIT

“MINA YES!” she squealed, giggling as she pulled your size out of the rack

The little outfit was pretty revealing- all it was was a white lacy bralette, with a short black jacket with white lighnting bolt decal and a short black leather skirt to match

It was honestly not your thing-it also just felt wierd to wear something like this-

“Your buying it and that’s that-you needed neccesities and this-“ she shook the outfit in your face, “is a necessity!”

The girl seriosuly shouldn’t be allowed to spend money-she stuffed the outfit in her full bag of clothes, bouncing over to the register as you followed her from behind

“I needed bras Mina, not lingerie!”

Yeah she didn’t listen

You finally got home, trying on your new outfits from your shopping spree when you fell upon the set shoved in your shopping bag

The little pink sneak

You pulled it out-it wouldn’t hurt to try it on, she did buy it for you...

You quickly got into it, admiring your body in the mirror-it was tight alright, but kinda cute in ...the skirt accentuated your legs, the bra was decently comfy, and the jacket pulled the whole thing together and made it a pretty cool yet revealing outfit

Just as you were testing out how much movement you had in the leather jacket,you heard the door open to the bedroom you and your boyfriend shared

“Hey babe, do we have any more toilet-“ Kamianri waltzed in, unknowingly oblivious to the scene before him, until he laid eyes on you

You never thought you saw the man blush harder-his eyes were wide with shock, his cheeks a hot shade of red as sparks of electricity flashed around his body

He obviously didn’t know how to react, and in his flusteredness, he somehow slipped on the floor, landing with a hard thud

“Denki!” You yelled out, scrambling to your ditzy boyfriend, “you okay?”

Kaminari gazed up at you, and holy crap he felt blessed- he had a full view of your exposed cleavage, a grin growing on his face as blood tricked down from his nose

“Oh no, Kami, you got a bloody nose-“ you scrambled to get him a towel, kneeling down to place it against his nose

He quickly swiped the blood away, his hands instead pinning yours against your back

“-Dont worry about that,” he grinned, his eyes a dangerous shade of yellow, “let’s worry about you babygirl...and where you got that little get up,”

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Taggings:

@weebartistinc​ @orokayagi​ @leeeah-loooser​ @bakarinnie​ @johnnysactualgf​

[babybakuu]

falling for you

Pairings: Kaminari Denki x Reader

Warnings: bad puns and minimal cursing

Word count: 1452

A/N: i wrote this awhile ago and never posted it bc i didnt like it?? i reread it and decided to share it anyways lmao,, enjoy!! 

You never thought you were the type to accept random date invites from guys off of the streets but when a goofy looking blonde falls for you (literally- he fell in front of you and you were concerned the poor boy had a concussion) you accept the offer. 

He’s walking your direction inside of the coffee shop, eyes fixated on his phone rehearsing the order in his mind, when he comes crashing down in front of you. You’re out of your seat in seconds, couching down next to the sprawled out boy, concern filling your face. “Are you okay?”

“Ow- fuck, yeah I’m fine-” His eyes meet yours a for a moment he’s awestruck. Your pretty eyes, your cute furrowed eyebrows, and your oh-so-sweet voice had him frozen. Were you a Princess? A model? An angel sent from the heavens above? Or a beauty sent to assassinate him but you had to gain his trust first and then you two slowly fall in love over the hard obstacles and life threatening situations you would soon be thrown into? Yeah. He was pretty sure it was the last one. He’s sitting there for a minute still listing off the multiple possibilities in his mind but wait, your lips were moving- did you ask him something? “Sorry. What did you say?” He asks. 

“I said, you hit your head pretty hard- are you sure you’re okay?” You repeat. A big dumb smile spreads across his face as he gives you a thumbs up. “Never been better sweetheart.” But sudden realization hits him he gasps. “Oh my god.” 

“What?” You question genuinely concerned. “Is something broken? Are you in pain? Do I need to call a-” You’re cut off by the sound of him laughing. He’s still on the floor but he’s clutching his sides and tears brimming from the corner of his eyes while he cackles like a madman- you were pretty sure he had a concussion. “I guess you can say..” He’s talking in between giggles and his smile on his face becomes infectious. “I guess you can say I fell for you.” 

A collective groan erupts from the onlookers and now, you’re laughing too. “You’re an idiot.” You extend a hand, he takes it, and you help him back up on his feet. 

“Actually, I’m Kaminari. Nice to meet you.” He gives your hand a firm shake and that big dumb smile on his face doesn’t wipe off. 

“(Y/N).” You reply. Suddenly his expression falls and his hands dart to his pockets- he’s frantically looking for something. “Did you drop something?” You question, eyes searching the floor. 

“Yeah, my jaw because you’re drop dead gorgeous.” A playful smack lands on his arm and it’s your turn to giggle like a schoolgirl.

“You sure you didn’t get a concussion back there?” 

“Pretty sure.” He smiles. “Let me buy you a drink as a thanks for helping me?” You eyes automatically roll. 

“All I did was pull you up off the floor.” 

“How about a pastry then, one as sweet as you?” 

“No thanks, I’m okay-” 

“Just accept his offer already!” Someone from across the coffee shop yells. There’s a few collective yeah’s and nods all around and your cheeks flush a soft pink. “Let’s give them what they want shall we?” He questions, taking your hand into his and placing a small kiss on top of it. You don’t let it show but you’re pretty much a big ball of mush at this point. 

“I’ll be waiting here.” You jerk your thumb in the direction of the table behind you where your coffee and belongings lay. 

“Perfect. I’ll make sure not to fall for you a second time.” The corners of your mouth are turning upwards and your heart skips a beat. How charming could one man be? You’re in your seat and after a few minutes he’s in front of you with a tray of coffee and 1 chocolate pastry which he eagerly sides your way. “All those for you, lover boy?” He cocks an eyebrow at the sudden nickname but it doesn’t phase him- if anything it makes him happy. 

“On the coffee run for the agency.”

“Oh? Agency?” You take a bite of the pastry, it really was sweet. 

“You know Red Riot and Ground Zero?” He questions taking a sip of his hot drink. You nod. “These are for them.” 

“Name dropping are we?” 

“Is it working?” 

“Not really.” 

“Hmm.” He’s sitting there, his index finger tapping his chin. “What if I told you I have a really, really, REALLY, big..” He takes another sip of his coffee for emphasis and you’re sitting there with an eyebrow raised. “..dog.” 

“Now you’ve piqued my interest.” He chuckles and that smile on his face hasn’t faltered once. Was he always this happy? This charming? “Tell me more.” 

“Nuh uh- your turn. Tell me something about yourself.” He’s leaning in towards you, his ears perked to hear every word, and his hands are laced together, head resting on the back of them. 

“I have a thing for blondes.” 

“Oh? Just your luck, last time I checked I’m a blonde.” 

It continues like this for the next hour- the back and forth flirting, the laughs that made your sides hurt, and the firing off of questions and answers. You learned a lot about him in that short hour, for example

1. He really did have a big dog. He always referred to Mochi as his ‘Sweet Little Plump Princess’. 

2. He was a Hero and often worked with Red Riot and Ground Zero. It was kind of cute he had a group photo of them as his screensaver. 

3. He liked to zap his coffee because it gave it an extra kick and his tongue a little tingle. He offered to do it to your drink but you politely declined.

4. He sings very well in the shower and you were invited to see his performance live and honestly, you just might take him up on his offer.

5. He pours his milk first and then his cereal??? When you called him a monster and he actually looked hurt for a moment?? You felt no remorse. 

When his phone rings and you can hear someone on the other line practically screaming. “Ground Zero.” He mouths pointing to the phone. “He probably needs my help saving an entire city again. Sigh, they really can’t do anything without-” More incoherent yelling comes from the phone and he excuses himself to the bathroom, a sheepish smile appearing on his face. You find yourself missing his big smile in the now empty seat in front of you.

He’s back now after ten minutes, phone tucked into his pocket, and that warm smile nowhere to be found. “Sorry to say sweetheart but the city needs saving and Ground Zero needs his coffee.” The disappointment on your face is evident. He was funny, cute, and sweet. When you had this much fun with a stranger  “How about you give me your number and if you ever need saving you can give me a call?” He holds out his phone in his hand across from the table and for a moment you see an expression other than that grin on his face. Was he holding his breath? Was he nervous?

“How many times have you used that line?” You laugh taking his phone and punching in your number. He instantly relaxes and that big smile returns. 

“Twice.” 

This time your face falls and your nose crinkles. Well, at least he’s honest.

“The first time was when I was practicing in the mirror 8 minutes ago and the second time was like 15 seconds ago.” 

“Is that why you took so long in the bathroom?” You’re holding back a laugh and a smile can be found on your face again. He nods. “Don’t look now but that’s also the guy at table number 6’s number.” You look anyways and the guy at table 6 was staring in your direction, his face turns a bright red when he notices he got caught. Ah, had he fallen for his charms just like you did? “He’s handsome, I’d go for it.” 

“Should I book a restaurant reservation for 3 tonight?” 

“Maybe for 2.” You reply. “Not sure if I want to intrude on your date.” 

He gasps dramatically. “What’s more important than dinner and entertainment?” 

“You never mentioned anything about entertainment?” 

“Only the world’s best for you baby. I got you front row tickets to Kaminari’s famous shower concert.” This time you gasp. 

“I guess I have to go then!” 

“6 o’clock and we’ll leave out bathroom boy?” He smiles.

“6 o’clock and we leave out the bathroom boy.” 

[backtobackbakubabe]

I’m Gonna Make This Place Your Home (Part 3)

Bakugo x Reader

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One night, a year or so ago Bakugo had gotten a little tipsy and decided it would be a great idea to take all of the batteries out of the smoke alarms. That way he wouldn't have to deal with them every time he thew a fit and his hands sparked up. So he was really surprised when he woke up one morning to one of them blaring. Kirishima must have replaced them.... damnit shitty hair. He groaned as he rolled out of bed, “What the fuck is going on?” 

He was absolutely exhausted. You had another nightmare last night and just like the last time you accidentally pulled him into it. He handn’t been able to sleep after that and he couldn't go to your room because then you would know he had seen it. He knew it wasn't his fault but it still felt like an invasion of your privacy. 

He strolled out of his bedroom in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and made his was to the source of his growing headache. He walked into the kitchen and there you were. You looked extremely confused and alarmed as smoke billowed from the toaster. You pulled the plug from the wall and huffed at the ruined toast. “Shit...”

He couldn’t help it. He started laughing harder than he had in years. 

You spun around, giving him a good look at the pancake mix in your hair, “OH! Bakugo I’m so sorry! I was trying to make you breakfast... but its definitely not as easy as you make it look...” You plopped down in one of the chairs and it wasnt until now that he realized you weren't wearing any pants. Just his oversized hoodie. He couldnt judge though he wasnt exactly wearing a shirt. A fact you were acutely aware of as you desperately tried to avoid staring at his perfect abs. 

You huffed again, “I ruined everything....”

He smirked, “Nah, theres nothing here that cant be fixed... well maybe not the toast. Thats a lost cause.” He held his hand out to you, “Ready for your first cooking lesson?”

He proceeded to flit around the kitchen like a true professional but he never took over. Instead he would just tell you what you needed to do. He wanted to make sure you were actually learning. He knew he couldnt take care of you forever. There were things you missed out on growing up and he was going to make sure you became a functioning adult. 

You guys sat at the table with the banquet of food around you. You beamed as you took your first bite, “This is actually good!”

He scoffed, “Excuse me? I helped you, of course it’s good...” 

You giggled, “Thanks for that by the way. I know it must be frustrating to teach a grown ass woman how to do basic things...”

“Okay first of all dont ever think that. Its not your fault you didnt get to learn this stuff. And second.... that is the second time you’ve used a curse word today. What gives? Am I rubbing off on you? You’ve only been here a week.” He wagged his eyebrows. 

You gave his shoulder a quick swat, “Maybe I swear like a sailor but I've been playing nice. You dont know me.”

He narrowed his eyes a bit, “You’re right. I dont. But I’d like to...” He bit into a piece of bacon and groaned, “I do know one thing though, you make some good ass bacon.”

He spent the rest of the day teaching you every day tasks from doing laundry to how to use the internet. You paid close attention and would periodically stop him to write something down so you wouldn’t forget.  He was currently showing you how to log in to Netflix when an idea hit him, “Oi! Do you know how to ride a bike?”  

You gave him a weird look, “I used to have one with training wheels when I was little but my mom never taught me how to ride one without them. I had wanted my dad to teach me but he died when I was little.” 

He sucked in a breath. He still hadn't told you about your mom. Did you know what she did to you? Did you know your mom sold you to the highest bidder? And your dad? He had no idea he had died.... was there anything about your childhood that was happy?  “I’m sorry to heat about your dad.” 

You just shrugged, “I was really little. My mom always said I was his little mini me. Said I looked just like him and had the heart to match. He was a really nice guy....” You expression grew sad, “Sometimes when I was younger after I had been taken by the villains... if I was having a really bad day I would pretend he was still alive. Because he never would have let them take me.” A single tear slid down your cheek but you caught it, “Look at me getting all emotional. No need to cry over something I cant change right?”

He took your hand in his and gave it the softest squeeze, “I’d say you’re entitled to a few tears. Given what you’ve been through, I don't know how you get out of bed some mornings.” Especially after the nightmares he’d witnessed first hand.

You sniffed back your tears as you returned a quick squeeze to his hand, “Easy. I have you.” 

He didnt know what to say. To the rest of the world he was Ground Zero, the temperamental, cocky hero. But you see so much more. You bring out the best in him and whether he likes it or not he's changing because of it. “Oi. Put some fucking pants on. You're going to learn how to ride a bike!” 

“....Do you even have a bike?”

No, he didnt. But Kirishima did. “You just worry about yourself, and let me figure out the bike situation. Alright?”

You scurried off to your room to change and get ready for the day. You pulled on a pair of leggings and a clean shirt. It may have been Bakugos but at this point you didnt think he’d mind. You threw your hair up in a ponytail and gave yourself a quick look in the mirror. You really needed a haircut. Even in a ponytail it was well down your back. There was a pair of scissors in the kitchen, maybe you could just cut it yourself. 

Thats how you ended up in the bathroom hair in one hand, scissors in the other. Right as you were about to make your first cut, someone cleared their throat behind you. “Oi! Crazy pants! Put the scissors down before you fuck your hair up. All I said was put on some pants not go full on Mulan...” He sighed, “There’s someone here I want you to meet. He can be pretty annoying but I promise he’s not that ba-”

“Hey who are you calling annoying you grump old man.” Kirishima looked at the scissors in you hand, “Oh cool. Giving yourself a haircut? I did that once when I was seven. Wasn't a good look. But I’m sure yours will look much better.” 

Bakugo was rubbing his temples in frustration, “Y/n this this is shitty hair, shitty hair this is y/n.” 

You gave him a soft giggle, “The fact that he calls you shitty hair makes me think I shouldn't listen to you.” You put the scissors down, “I do want to cut it though. It’s a pain in the ass.”

Bakugo scoffed, “You’re the pain in the ass, dont try and blame it on your hair. Although you do shed worse than any dog I’ve ever known. Your hair is all over the apartment.... Come here.” He turned you towards the mirror, “Alright look straight ahead and dont fucking move... how short do you want it?” 

You motioned to the tops of your shoulders, “Like around here maybe. I dont know what do you think shitty hair?” 

Kirishima chuckled, “You can call me Kirishima.” He shrugged, “I dont know anything about  hair.”

Bakugo huffed, “Yeah clearly, hence the name shitty hair.” He looked at you through the mirror, “I would go just a little longer.... like maybe here.” He motioned to a bit below you shoulder. His hand was rather close to your breasts and it made both of you blush. “I’ll see if I can get you an appointment somewhere soon. Until then what if I just braid it to get it out of the way?”

Your blush deepened, “Yeah that would be nice.” 

His fingers felt so good carding though your hair. You closed your eyes and had to fight back the urge to hum. You needed to pull it together. Bakugo was nice enough to let you into his life and has gone above and beyond to make sure you’re well taken care of and comfortable. You didn't need to fuck that up by having feelings for him. 

Your eyes jolted open when he cleared his throat behind you, “Uh...I’m done now.” Your eyed met his through the mirror and noticed his cheeks were almost as red as yours, “Ready to learn how to ride a bike?”

Kirishima caught Bakugo as you guys were leaving the apartment letting you go on ahead, “Dude? When the fuck did you learn how to braid hair? Who are you and what have you done with Bakugo?” 

Bakugo pulled his arm away from him, “Shut the fuck up and I swear if you tell anyone about it I’ll end you!” Bakugo hadn't been completely honest with his best friend about who you were or why you were living with him. He knew you were the girl from his dreams but he didnt know you had been a prisoner or that there was a small possibility you were being hunted. 

Kirishima raised his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying man you seem awfully invested in this girl. I mean she’s wearing your shirt! She’s obviously pretty and from what I can tell she seems nice and all but come on man you haven't been to work in over a week... The director says you either come in tomorrow or you’re fired....”

Bakugo growled, “As if he would actually have the balls to fire Ground Zero.” He took a few steps before stopping and running a hand through his hair, “Tell him I’ll be there tomorrow... I just need to tell y/n.”

Kirishima put his hand on his shoulder, “She’s a big girl Bakugo. I’m sure she’ll be fine without you for a few hours. Whats the worst that could happen?” 

Bakugo groaned, “I really wish you hand asked that. It’s like you’re trying to jinx us.”

When they got outside you were already sitting on the bike, rolling it back and forth looking like an excited child, “What took you guys so long?! Come on!” 

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, “So Y/n... how in the world did you make it this far in life without knowing how to ride a bike?” 

Before Bakugo could intercept the question you were shrugging it off, “Guess you could say I grew up sheltered. Now are we doing this or not?” 

A few minutes later Bakugo was behind you holding your waist and walking slowly as you got used to peddling the bike. 

He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Let me know when you're ready for me to let go.” The combination of his strong hands on your waist and his warm breath on your neck... it was giving you goosebumps. 

You felt a chill run down your spine, “Bakugo dont you dare fucking let go. I thought this was going to be a lot easier!” 

He chuckled, “Don’t be stupid you’re doing fine! I won't let go until you’re ready.” 

You took a deep breath, “Okay I can do this.... It’s not a big deal. Children do this.... Bakugo I think I’m ready...”

“Well good because I already let go.” 

Your head swiveled back and forth incredulous that you had not noticed that he had let go. It was a terrible idea because as soon as you weren't one hundred percent focused on peddling you started to tilt. 

“Shit! Y/n!” Bakugo threw himself between you and the pavement just in time to catch you. “Watch it will yeah?” You landed on top of him your nose dangerously close to his.You could hear your heart pounding. You were close enough to smell his signature caramel sent and it made your mouth water. He brushed a hair out of your face. “Are you okay? You’re looking at me funny....” 

You blinked rapidly trying to wake yourself up from whatever daydream you were starting to have. “Yeah I’m fine... thanks.” 

He shrugged, “It was my fault for letting go. I won't do that again.” 

Your heart picked up the pace at his words. He obviously meant he wouldn't let go while you were riding the bike, but you desperately wished he meant something else. But he was Ground Zero. He was an attractive, successful Pro hero. You were probably nothing more than a wounded animal to him. He deserved someone with less baggage. 

You pushed yourself off of him, no longer in the mood to ride a bike. “I know this is silly... but I kind of want to go get coffee.” His caramel sent was still invading your senses and it made you crave your favorite beverage. You had tried different drinks through trail and error before you found what you liked and you named it the cinnamon roll latte. It was a vanilla latte with two pumps of caramel and cinnamon instead of sugar. It smelled just like someone you knew and it was absolutely delicious. 

Kirishima walked over and helped you two get up and picked up the bike, “Coffee sounds good. I have an overnight shift coming up tonight and I’m already dreading it.”

Bakugo dusted off his pants and nodded, “Yeah coffee sounds nice. Same place as usual?” 

You smiled, “Of course!” 

You guys had been back to the same coffee house over and over again and the bitchy barista always had something to say but you kept insisting to Bakugo it wasnt worth getting her in trouble.  

You practically skipped through the door into the coffee house and right up to the empty counter. The barista gave you a bored look, “Let me guess, the usual?”

You nodded, “Yup! Him as well. He wants to try it!” You pointed at Bakugo behind you who was already taking out his wallet to pay. You needed to try and find a job soon. You couldn't mooch off of him forever. You saw a sign next to the register that said they were hiring. You knew if you brought it up Bakugo would insist it wasn't necessary, so you would just come back tomorrow when he went to work. You refused to be a burden on anyone. 

The barista who's name you had found out was Tasha rolled her eyes, “I see you finally found some clothes of your own. 

Bakugo put his arm around your shoulders, “Actually the shirts mine but it looks way better on her doesn't it?” He winked at you before retiring his attention to Tasha who’s mouth was hanging open. Bakugo narrowed his eyes at her, “I said doesn't it?” 

She handed back his credit card with a quick nod, “Yes. I’m sorry it looks great on you.” 

When you had found a booth to sit at you turned to him and slapped his shoulder, “Bakugo you have got to stop bullying the barista!” 

His eyes about popped out of their sockets, “Are you kidding me?! She's the one who always has to say some shit about you every other time we come here!” 

You sighed, “So? Let her be the source of her own misery. You dont need to stoop to her level. You’re better than that.” 

He huffed and fiddled with the napkin dispenser on the table, “Yeah whatever you say....” 

Kirishima looked back and forth between the two of you, “What..... the actual fuck? She just scolded you and you’re.... you’re okay with it?” 

Bakugo shrugged, “She’s right... there’s no point in bickering with people who aren't worth it.” 

You smiled as you leaned up and kissed his cheek. It was a bold move, but it was something you had wanted to do for a while now. 

He gave you an incredulous look and narrowed his eyes, “What the fuck was that for.” 

Tasha cleared her throat behind him, “Here’s the coffees you guys ordered. Have a great day.” 

Bakugo waited for her to be out of earshot before he belted out a laugh, “Oi! Here you are acting all high and mighty talking about being the bigger person and then you go and try to make the barista jealous? You're sneaky.” 

He took a sip of his coffee while you just giggled. He didnt need to know that you had no idea Tasha had been standing there. He didnt need to know that you had kissed his cheek because you wanted to. You looked up and mer Kirishima’s eyes. He smirked at you, “Well aren't you two just adorable?” 

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[newhopegeorgie]

overwhelmed I g.s

(hi! im back with another george one shot. this idea came out of nowhere and i thought it’d be really cute. i didnt know how to end it so the ending kinda sucks and im sorry :( anyways, hope you enjoy it. feedback is always appreciated and if you have any requests feel free to send them in! <3)

You knew that George had been really stressed out lately. The band had been writing and recording non-stop for the music they were itching to release and it was starting to get to him. You knew how hard he worked, and as much as you admired him for it, you also knew how much pressure he was putting on himself. George absolutely refused to half-ass anything, to the point where he sacrificed his own well-being for the sake of his music. 

Recently you started to see how this was taking an obvious toll on your boyfriend. He was getting less sleep, which showed in the purple bags under his eyes, he had been moodier. And more recently it seemed like he wasn’t eating as much, choosing to continue his writing rather than taking a break for a meal. Needless to say, you were getting worried. You wanted to be there for him, remind him that he needed to take care of himself, but with your unforgiving work schedule, you weren’t home nearly as much as you would have liked.

You’d finally managed to get off work at a reasonable time, intending on spending the rest of your night getting George to finally relax a little bit. You shoved your keys into the lock, anxious to get inside so you could completely and utterly spoil your boyfriend for the next few hours. As you got inside, you kicked your shoes off, hung your coat by the door and made your way to the living room. Just as you’d guessed, George wasn’t there. He was in your guys’ spare bedroom, which had been converted into his workspace of sorts. As you approached the room you heard soft strumming through the crack in the door, it stopped short and was followed by a frustrated sigh. You gently pushed the door open, seeing your boyfriend. He was faced away from you, not quite noticing your presence yet, and his head was hung, in what looked like, defeat.

“Hey G, what's wrong?” you asked him, you placed your hand gently on his shoulder. He jumped a bit, startled by you for a second before he quickly relaxed under your touch. He looked up at you, putting on a forced smile before answering.

“Oh! Hi love, nothing, I’m good. When did you get home? I didn’t hear you come in,” You noticed his attempt at changing the subject and gave him a knowing look, taking a seat on the small couch beside him. He very hesitantly let go of the guitar when you took it from his grasp, propping it gently against the wall. 

“You know we’ve been together for 2 years G,” you said simply. He quirked an eyebrow at you, clearly confused by this. “I know when you’re lying,” you clarified. His lips set into a frown as he dropped his gaze. You took one of his hands in both of yours, playing with his fingers and rubbing the back of it comfortingly. “Now, tell me what’s wrong,” This time your question was posed more as a command. He sighed, hesitating before deciding to answer your question.

“I’m just really overwhelmed. Management really wants us to be able to release our first album by the end of the year and we aren’t even halfway done with it. I’ve been working non-stop and I feel like I’ve made zero progress. At this point, I don’t even know if I’m any help at the studio anymore. And I’m trying so hard to do the best I can but I don’t know if that’s even good enough,” George’s voice cracked at the end, and you could see the tears welling up in his eyes. You fought your own tears as you heard him talk, not having realized the full scale of how George had been feeling recently. You didn’t say anything for the moment. Your arms wrapped around him and he collapsed into your embrace, his face in your shoulder. His arms wound around your torso, hands fisting the back of your shirt. 

“G if you need to cry you can, it’s not good for you to hold it in,” you said softly. With that, he broke down. He sobbed quietly in your shoulder and moved closer to you, wanting more comfort. You felt your heart break at the feeling of him shaking in your hold, just wanting to make him feel better. “And love, you have to believe me when I say you are more than good enough. I know that. The boys know that. Management knows that too. You are so insanely talented and whatever you put out is going to be incredible. But G you need to take care of yourself too, you can’t keep pushing yourself this hard, it’s unhealthy. Plus, how in the hell do you expect Reece and Blake to survive out there without you,” George had stopped crying as you spoke, even laughing a bit at what’d you’d said last. 

“Oh god, they’d never make it,” he joked along, pulling his face from your neck. 

“Exactly,” you said to him, cupping his face in your hands. “Now, would you finally take a break and let me help you relax?” He nodded slightly and you smiled, pecking his lips quickly before standing up and leading him to your bathroom. 

You turned the dial on your bath, starting to fill the tub with warm water. You turned back to George who was standing behind you and approached him. You fingers grabbed the hem of his shirt and you looked up at him, silently asking for permission. He nodded his head and you pulled the fabric off his torso. Your arms immediately wound around him, pulling him into a hug which he enthusiastically returned.

“More than good enough” you spoke softly to him, kissing his chest briefly. You looked up to meet his eyes, a bashful smile graced his features and his cheeks were tinted light pink. “I mean it,” you spoke again, before having him take off his pants and telling him to get in the bath. He jokingly saluted at you, doing as he was told. You rolled your eyes, taking off your clothes as well and joining him. 

Neither of you really spoke, choosing to listen to the soft music you’d put on in the background. Your fingers massaged at his scalp as you washed his hair for him. He leaned into your touch, humming in contentment. “I love you,” he whispered, his eyes falling closed. You smiled at him, feeling your heart jump at his words.

“I love you too,” you responded, pausing to kiss him before you rinsed his hair. 

Once you’d finished in the bath, you left George in the bathroom, returning with a fluffy towel and some cozy pajamas for him. He smiled gratefully at you. “Have you eaten?” you asked him, handing him his clothes. His face was comparable to a child who’d gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He shook his head at you. A small sigh left your lips. “Okay, I’m gonna go make us something. Get dressed,” he nodded. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and made your way to the kitchen. 

As much as you wanted to make George a nice meal, the truth was you were tired too, so you decided mac and cheese was good enough. Thankfully, G seemed to agree, his face lighting up as he joined you in the kitchen. You smiled fondly at him, scooping some into a bowl and passing it to him. 

“Thank you, love,” he said, taking a seat on the couch. You dished up some food for yourself as well, sitting down next to him. It was quiet while you two ate. Some random tv show you had playing served as white noise. After George had finished eating, he placed his bowl on the coffee table and looked over at you. 

“Are you feeling better?” you asked him, finishing up your own food. He nodded quickly at you. 

“So much better, Y/N. Thank you,” he said sincerely. You smiled, glad that you were able to help him. You took the last bite of your dinner and set your bowl next to G’s.

“Well, is there anything else I can do?” you spoke. George was quiet for a second, thinking. 

“Cuddles?” You laughed at his request, nodding. You moved to lay back on the couch, your head landing on one of the pillows. You opened your arms to George and he smiled giddily, taking no time at all to move into your embrace. His arms wrapped snugly around your waist as he laid almost completely on top of you, using your chest as a pillow.

“Good?” you asked him. He hummed, his eyes closing. You smiled down at him, your hands finding his head so you could run your fingers through his hair. The two of you stayed like this for a while, and you’d assumed George had fallen asleep until he broke the silence. 

“I love you,” he said to you. You chuckled softly at him.

“I know, you told me earlier G.”

“No, seriously Y/N. I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you,” he repeated the words again. Your hands rubbed up and down his back comfortingly and you smiled.

“I love you too George,” his lips spread into a smile as he heard you respond, hugging you closer to him if that was even possible. You felt his breath fall into a steady rhythm, and you knew he was about to fall asleep.

“Love you,” he said one last time, before actually falling asleep. It was barely audible and you don’t know if he was saying it to you or more to himself. Regardless, your heart swelled. 

“I love you too,” you murmured softly, kissing his head before falling asleep yourself.

[its0katka]

A Personal History of Mountains

I’m five years old, seven years old, thirteen years old, and I drive through mountains to get to my cousin’s house an hour away in Duchess County. I know they aren’t really mountains though, because they aren’t tall enough, or craggy enough. They don’t look like the mountains I see in books and on TV. 

I’m used to tall things because of living in New York but the skyscrapers are oftentimes too tall and give a warped perspective on what tall actually is. Nature is different, though. Nature is real.

They look pretty in the fall when the leaves change colors, but when it’s summer they just look like oversized bushes, in the winter they are a dead bark brown. They aren’t rolling, it’s usually one large dome and then normal-sized foliage otherwise. Sometimes they look pretty when they are covered in snow.

I try not to think about mountains because one time I tried to hike Bear Mountain and I hated it.

I’m 20 years old and I’m flying to Ghana. We transfer planes in Germany and as we fly south, we cross the alps. I don’t know which alps, but we’re so high up above them that all we see is snow-capped tops and sharp peaks clearing the sky. I remember how excited I was to see them, because they looked like real mountains, and I was so close to them.

In Ghana I went on another hike to Mount Afadjato. I thought it’d be fine because I’d done a hike to Arthur’s Seat in Edinburgh the summer before, and that was alright, it was the same amount of time (two hours up, an hour down) and I figured I was spry enough to do it.

I wasn’t. I fell behind the group quite far, especially when trying to walk down the mountain. I was suffering badly with the elevation. I was wearing Crocs. 

Arthur’s Seat was 822 ft tall. It had stairs along the way, and safety ropes. Mount Afadjato 2,904 ft tall. It had nothing but steep climbs, slippery rocks, and a worn train. I lost my footing at one point and slid down the mountain, I thought I was going to die. The group went to a cave the next day and I opted to stay home and try to watch the Ghanaian version of American Idol on the TV we had that never really worked.

I’m 22 and living in Žilina, Slovakia. I was provided with a three bedroom flat all to myself, for the modest price of $400 Euros a month. My Independent Study stipend pretty much covers the rent, I have to use my personal funds to buy food but it’s not too bad because I don’t have a fridge, so I basically have to eat vegetarian, eat out, or not eat at all.

From my balcony (yes, I have a balcony, yes, it’s where I keep my milk, cheese and yogurt to stay cold in the frigid November temperatures), I can see the Malá Fatras, a Slovak mountain range that’s popular with skiers. I love standing out on the freezing balcony looking at it because these are the tallest mountains I’ve ever seen, and the closest I’ll ever get. It makes me feel normal, like the world is not so vast, like there are borders and boundaries and it’s somehow cozy, in a weird way.

One weekend, all employees of Stanica are gone on holiday; Dusan goes on a trip to Bratislava with his girlfriend, Audrey and Helen go to Budapest. I am on my own except for Ints, who offers to hang out with me while everyone is gone, who makes sure to take me out to bars and have a good time, who drags me out to a mountain nearby to go see some castle ruins, except that I’m hungover as hell and the walk up is steep as hell and we stop for a cigarette break halfway through and I admit that I’m dying and I’m sore and dehydrated and can’t go on, can we please go home?

We stop at a bar on the way home and have warm beer. We go out later that night and I scream at him drunk in the snow because I want to have sex with him but he keeps saying he has a girlfriend but no one has ever met her, ever, not even his closest friend Aldrick and everyone keeps saying to me, “Wow are you Ints’s girlfriend?” and it killed me every time.

Years later I would understand that he was doing the right thing, he liked me but he was doing the right thing and knew it would be bad if we got involved. 

I’m 28 and on my honeymoon and we make a stop in Lake Como. I’m still not feeling 100% health-wise, and I welcome the chance to relax along the lake. Our Airbnb is a time capsule, it’s a separate room and bathroom attached to the home of a spry Englishwoman who married an Italian man and basically gets to see out her days in their Sala Comacina flat, with paramount views of Lake Como and a water taxi stop down the road. 

It’s more beautiful than anywhere I’ve ever been. The air is clear and crisp and warm, the Italian alps are visible in the far distance, snow capped and a stark comparison to the emerald green, sloping hills along the lake. When the sun sets, it turns them brilliant neon colors of pink, orange and purple.

We dine on prosciutto pizza and grilled fish at a place where the tables and chairs are made of plastic, and the local teenagers drop by for cokes. I take a picture and post it. Someone asks, “Is this a painting?” No, it’s reality.

I’m 30, and we’re driving through Switzerland, exhausted and half sick but determine to visit Berggasthaus Aescher, the famous building built into the side of a mountain, which serves food if you’re lucky enough to get there. I’ve done all the research, including figuring out how to get there by car, through winding roads and up steep elevations and narrow streets where the Swiss sports cars zip around like it’s no big deal except if you aren’t careful enough you may well drive off a cliff because there are zero barriers, dude.

We see old people, old people, riding bikes up the hills and I just feel really bad about myself, in comparison.

We find pockets of green space, sprawling hills with farms and cows, so many cows, cows everywhere and adorable cottages and I just keep wondering, “Oh my god what does one do here to occupy their time, especially with all of these insane hills and narrow roads to climb?”

Finally we reach Ebenalp and the cable car that will take us to the top of the mountain. All the way there we’ve been surrounded by tall crags and ranges of snow-peaked geo wonders. I can’t stop taking photos of them because this truly is the closest I’ve ever been to a real mountain. It’s 5,380 ft high and I wonder how on earth it’s possible for this cable car to bring us up so steeply and yet be so smooth and yet never just one day fall apart and crash.

We get to the top and realize we are sorely underdressed; I, in a thin sweater and a designer purse, Handsome Man in a long sleeve shirt and dress boots. Everyone else around us is wearing legit hiking gear — industrial boots, heavy coats, snow pants, bandanas. All of the things I read about Berggasthaus Aescher said it was an 15 minute hike to the guesthouse. I am winded in the first five minutes and I am walking down, not up.

At Berggasthaus Aescher, we realize it’s too late to buy food because the last cablecar leaves at 5:30pm, and if we miss it, we must hike all the way down, and who knows how long that’d take and what condition we’d be in by the end. We take some marvelous photos and retreat back where the steep climb has me stopping several points through to catch my breath. I see old women and little kids hiking and wonder what the hell is wrong with me.

I really liked Switzerland when we were there, it was this crazy place where everything was so expensive and no one looked like each other and the language, what even was it, and we paid $40 for pad thai at a takeout place, and Handsome Man got food poisoning because he didn’t cook his fondue meats well enough.

But what I can’t stop thinking about are those mountains, and valleys, where it’s just you and the land and the animals and the nature, and it’s so beyond beautiful and peaceful and you wonder how anything could ever be wrong there, and it’s not wrong there, it’s perfection.

[mass-effect-a-companions-react]

Jesus Christ, y'all love making Ryder Cry. ——— Jaal: He walks in on Ryder crying on accident. He didnt mean to, he original went down to their room to give them a gift he had been working on (from that time he wanted to give gifts to the entire team) when he heard them sobbing. His gift was forgotten and he rushed to thier side, finally realizing that they broke. He feels sad,learning about every thing Ryder has been though,and does his best to comfort his friend in any way they need.

ROMANCED: Jaal had realized that his darling one had always came to visit him, and not the other way around. He intended to change that. But when he heard them crying, his cheerful mood dropped. He ran to them, holing them close and rocking as he soothed them. After a bone crushing hug, and several comforting rubs and kisses, they finally told him what was wrong, his heart broke for them all over. They was so strong and brave, yet hurt, and Jaal did every in his power to sooth them

Liam: Laim wanted to find Ryder about a soccer game. It worked out so well the first time. It was fun. But when he found them curled into a little ball in the corner of the room,shaking, that plan went down the drain. He carefully approaches them, but when he heard thier soft crying, Liam both relaxes a little yet tenses up at the same time. He cautiously places a hand on their back, and if they dont flench away, he awkwardly sits on the bed with them until thier ready to talk. He’s doing his best,okay?

ROMANCED: Crying. Liam woke up to crying and an empty space. He shot up to find Ryder on the foot of the couch,weeping to herself. He calls out her name softly, and the crying slows down a little as she apologized for waking him up, wiping away her still falling tears. “It’s okay,” he says pulling her upclose to him “Let it out. You’ve been through so much. And Im so sorry.”

Cora: She had come to Ryder’s room to drop off some datapads they might find interesting as pathfinder, but she stopped In her trackes when she heard Ryder crying. Guns, she could handle. Bombs, she could handle. But tears, not so much. She slowly inches forward, and says their name, casuing her so take in their red puffy eyes and wet cheeks. They try to play it off like they weren’t crying, and she more or less let them have it. But she still asked what was wrong, and couldnt help but feel alittle guilty. Some of this was her fault.

ROMANCED: In all her time with him, Cora never thought she’d see Scott crying. He was the pathfinder. Strong, and brave, amd industractable. But as Scott played off his tears in the bathroom, she also realized that pathfinder was also just a title. And the man wearing it was, well, actually a man. And she couldnt help but feel guilty. She pressed him so hard, constantly prefers Alec in the back of her mind. It’s her Job to keep him alive, now she’s taking on keeping him happy.

PB: She had found some untouched remnant Tech, but Kallo wouldn’t go off course with out Ryder’s say so. After hours of attempted persuasions(bribing) and Kallo still said no, she sucked it up and headed to Ryder’s room, coming up with the best scenario to throw this in her favour, but she was not expecting them to be curled up un a ball. Liam was awkward,but PB is just a straight up mess. She shifts on the balls of her feet, debating on if she should go in or not. Ryder makes the decision for her. “I know you’re there, PB.” They said sitting up. “Come in. What do you need?” She shuffled awkwardly to the bed, rubbing the back of her head. “Hey, so I found this remnant Tech and Kallo wont go-and im sorry. But i cant take you seriously with snot coming out of your nose. ”

ROMANCED: Gravity. She had finally managed to tamper with POC to create an antigravity field. That way all the Zero Gav fun they have in her room can make it to Ryders room. She stormed in, POC trailing behind her, but Ryder crying was not something she was expecting. PB remaines awkward, debating on if she should go in or not,but intead of waiting for them to acknowledge her, she turned on POC’s new anti gravity function, and did her best to push herself over to Ryder, grining as she did.

She later found out that the Anti gravity feild effected the entire ship when Drack made a snark remark about how Krogans dont fly. Alot of people were angry that day.

Vetra: She needed weapons parts for upgrades, but didnt have them on hand. She had went to Ryder’s cabin to get the go ahead for Kallo to land in Kadara port,but slowed when she heard the faint sound of crying. At first, the “Awkward Turian” poked its head,but Vetra pushes it back it back and instead went into “Big Sister Mode.” She marched in with no hesitations and comforted Ryder in any way she could.

ROMANCED: She did it, she thinks. She managed to wrangle the staff out of the kitchen long enough to attempt to cook again. No more steaks,like she promised,but something simple like an egg sandwich. It came out mostly edible (she hopes), and she was excited to show Ryder. But when she hears crying,she decides that soothing him is more important than giving him food poisoning.

Gil: Drinks. He made the miatake of playing drunk poker with Ryder, knowing that Ryder sucks at it. Every time you lost,you had to take a shot. He thought it would be funny,but instead its just sad. He sighs and places hia cards face down, patting Ryders back with one hand. He brought this on himself.

ROMANCED: If romanced, Gil is a tad more sensitive to Ryder’s tears. Except this time, the were playing drunk STRIP poker. He was now cradling a drunk, half naked Scott in his arms as he weepes into his chest. Gil didnt mind, but god be damned if we wasn’t getting laid after this.

Suvi: She’s pretty sure she told Ryder not to inhale. She specifically said that. Or maybe she said it in her head when Ryder entered her lab. Either way, it doesnt matter, because Ryder was now balling like a baby on the floor after inhaling a pheromone Suvi created responding to the emotional state. Did she think Helius rocks had feelings? Doesn’t matter,because Ryder did. Suvi crept out of the lab to go and get their LI (If she wasnt it) or best friend. As well as Lexi, just in case she’s done something really terrible to them. She makes them all wear masks,just in case.

Lexi: She feels like shes intruding in her own medbay. She walked in to Ryder holding their siblings hand pouring out their heart as the tears flowed. They talked about how hard it is, and how they need and love them. Lexi backed out and let Ryder have their moment, tears pricking at her eyes out of sympathy. Her work would have to wait. When Ryder does finnaly leave, they find Lexi waiting near the door respectfully. She just pats them on their shoulder and returns to work.

Drack: Ah hell. What did he just walk into. All wanted was a drink. Findig Ryder nursing whiskey and crying in the kitchen was not apart of his plan, but he doesnt mind. Drack is actually the most comforting Krogan Grandpa ever. He rembers his days with Kesh, when she was young and tearful. Of course when confronted about it later on by a now sober Ryder,he denides it up and down. Krogans dont act like mother hens.

Kallo:He feels awkward, and he didnt even see it. He heard about Suvi’s pheromone mishap, and couldn’t help but to cringe. Thank the stars he dosent really leave the cockpit.

Reyes: Like Gil, he made the mistake of getting Ryder drunk. Filling up their cup when they arent looking. He thought it would be hilarious, not uncomfortably sad. He sat their awkwardly patting their arm as they leaned all over him, sobbing out their woes. All while we was downing his drinks in rapid speeds, hoping that he can get drunk enough to forget this. If romanced he cradles them, while still trying to drink this away, but he still cant help but to respect Ryder even more after learning everything they’ve been through.

Poor Umi. She’s so pissed as she serves, super close to cutting the two off. She cant decide who she wants to stab more. (JK,its Reyes. Its always Reyes. This is his fault anyway)

[trashandblog]

Do you believe in fairy tales?

When suzy woke up the first thing she saw was brown. Deep shell brown with flecks of gold, she stared up into a pair of brown eyes and had to catch her breath a few times. Oh wait that wasn't the eyes that was the burn of her dry skin and lungs.

Dan looked down at the woman he found washed up on the beach during his stroll, was she really a woman at all? Her hair was jet black and wet as it clung to her face and the sand. Her chest was naked but at the same time her breasts and sides, were covered in pure white scales. Said scales ran down her waist and her- her tail?- Was made up of them. He reached out to touch her cheek and her eyes flew open pupils dialating from almost pure black taking up all of her eyes, to tiny slits that made her eyes look like a cat's. Dan gasped lightly as she zeroed in on his gaze, making him shiver, and started gasping in pain. The rain that had been pouring around them earlier seemed to have helped her stay wet, but now she was gasping for air and writhing around in panic. Dan didnt know what to do so he improvised and picked her up, carrying her to a nearby tidal pool. When she was in the water she instantly calmed and let herself sink to the bottom of the deep pool. (It wasn't truly deep, just enough to cover her in water) Dan noticed at this point instead of ears she had fins in the same white color of her tail and scales. He nervously looked down and watched her relax just under the water. When she sat back up he smiled lightly. "uh hi."

Suzy blinked curiously at the man as he tried to greet her. "Uh, hi." He said smelling nervous and excited. She smiled revealing long rows of sharp teeth. He visibly paled but made no move to pull away. "Hi!" She trilled cooing lightly. This man was so cute, she reached out and touched his face feeling the hair there that mer didnt grow. She liked this feeling, after years of being away from humans she doesn't regret coming to the surface, even if she was a tad lost. As her long fingers traced the mans lips and his neck she cooed again watching him shiver and turn pink under her touch. He smelt of confusion and shyness.

She liked that even more. "I'm Dan." He says softly looking her over again. Suzy smiled and giggled leaning back into the water as her skin started to feel scratchy and dry once more. Dan watched her from above the pool curiously before she sat back up moving her tail again. "Dan?" She said, the word felt alien on her tongue but she smiled again none the less. "Susumi!" She said a bit loudly pointing at herself in excitement. Dan flinched before laughing nervously and smiling back at her. "Oh uh can I call you Suzy?" He asked slowly. She nodded and shook out her hair. Suzy remembered centuries ago when mer first met humans. Before they started stealing her people, before they started killing the sea. When humans feared the ancient mer as gods and monsters of the deep. Suzy blinked the thoughts away as she tried to recall their language. "Dan, kind?" She asked. Dan looked confused for a moment before his face lit up and he nodded in understanding. "Yes, I'm nice, I swear I won't hurt you." He said, rapidly growing more excited.

Dan watched the exotic girl trill with delight as he promised to be nice to her and blushed. "Can I call my friend over? He could help you get back to where you're from." Dan said slowly. She shook her head no vigorously and took a moment to re-wet herself down. "Stay, here Dan." She said in broken English. "Of course I won't leave you!" Dan said pulling out his phone to call Arin. "No! Su-zy... Stay." She says gruffly splashing Dan agitatedly, a look of realization crosses Dan's face as he wipes off his phone and nods calling Arin. "Do you want to stay on the beach?" Dan asks her confused. "Suzy stay... Dan." She says frustratedly

splashing at Dan's fingers. She doesn't know how to portray her feelings with words so she grabs Dan by the face and pulls him down kissing him softly. "Suzy, stay, Dan." Dan pulls back surprised and turns an even darker shade of red. Suzy laughs at how he gets flustered by such a casual show of affection. Soon Arin picks up and Dan gathers himself. "Danny what's up? Wait, Why aren't you at the hotel with the rest of us?! even Holly is here man its our last day in Hawaii!" Arin says over the phone. Suzy looks at the device in awe and starts trying to talk to it. "Dan! Dan, Suzy hi!" She says loudly. Dan laughs a little "Arin um, you're not gonna belive me but I found a mermaid." Dan says into the phone. Arin stays silent for a second. "You're right I don't believe you."

Suzy listens to Dan talk to the box for a little while before soaking herself again, the air was slowly starting to hurt less and less as she was exposed to it, and she noticed she could actually breathe when the pain from drying out subsided. When she resurfaced Dan had put his box away and was reaching for her. "Dan, home." She said reaching back for him. "Water." She added as he picked her up. "Do you wanna come home with me?" He asked draping his wet shirt over the bottom of her tail, and wrapping her up in his rain soaked jacket making her coo in delight as his scent surrounded her. She nodded and clung to her friend taking in the scent of sweat and rain and something earthy and sweet. Suzy nuzzled into his neck and let him carry her away from the deserted beach. A large blue thingy rolled up to said beach as soon as they reached the parking lot. "Dan what are yo- holy fuck you weren't kidding!" A man poked his head out of a window talking to Dan. Soon he was looking at Suzy wide eyed.

Arin gaped at the beautiful girl in Dan's strong arms. "Man we need to get her into a tub or some shit ASAP." Dan said laying her in the back. "Hi!" She said excitedly greeting Arin as he rolled his window up and Dan got in. "Dan's friend!" She added pleased with herself. Arin nodded. "Yes, Dan's friend." He said starting the car and making their way back to the hotel the grumps were gathered at. As they arrived the cute fish girl started making high pitched

whining noises as she closed her eyes. "We're gonna get you out of here Suzy." Dan says reaching back for her. She takes his hand and trills opening her eyes.

As soon as they park Dan is out of the car and picking, Suzy up from the back. "Her name is Suzy?" Arin asks surprised as he follows Dan into the hotel. "Yes." Dan said shortly before rushing Suzy in under the cover of Grey skies. Arin notified the rest of the team to meet in his room as Dan carried her to the room they shared. Arin opened the door quickly, not liking the noises of distress Suzy was still making. Dan beelined for the bathroom and set her down in the tub covering her in as much water as possible.

Suzy nearly moaned in relief as Dan wet her burning skin. "Dan, thank." She gasped pulling away the shirt and jacket, throwing both on the floor. Arin watched in awe from the doorway at her almost entranced. Suzy smiled up at Dan again and pulled him down for another small kiss. He didn't pull back this time, Dan smelled like happiness again, with only a linger of worry. She rubbed her face against his affectionately as he stuttered out a small. "No problem."

She let him go before pointing to Dan's friend happily. "Who?" She asked looking up at Dan. "Oh! Thats Arin." Dan said smiling at his other friend sheepishly. "Arin cm' here!" She said splashing the younger man lightly. Dan reached over and turned off the water as the tub was almost full of the cooling liquid and laughed lightly as Arin waked closer to Suzy cautiously but curious at the same time.

Suzy felt an uncanny wave of love sweep over her as she looked at Arin. It wasn't the same friendly love she felt for Dan, it was much stronger and it made her neck and scalp tingle. "Holy shit your hair is changing dude!" Dan said surprised as he looked at Arin. Arin went wide eyed as he felt his head buzz and a whiteish-blond streak of hair flashed into existence beside his bangs. As soon as Arin was close enough Suzy pulled him down into the tub and kissed him as completely as she could pressing herself up against Arin happily. "Mate!" She trilled loudly kissing Arin's face over and over again as the man sat in awe, now soaked in water. "Arin I think you just married a fish." Dan said smiling.

[therewas-a-girl]

im almost at the end of season 2 and honestly i dont know what to say at this point, this shit is wild every time. 

i keep liking the relationships between the characters just fine, i love how intricate they are. i really REALLY like opie. i think he is a genuinely kind person and i cant stand whats happening to him and how its twisting him up. i cannot believe what happened to donna, still, and i think clay really should have stepped down instead of insisting on still being the leader, when he clearly fucked up. but i suppose that’s a concept these fuckers dont know or recognize.

that shit that happened to gemma was unacceptable and i cannot believe i had to see that - i had literally zero warning for it and i hated it it was so brutal. i hope those guys die in beyond violent ways, i really do. i hope zobelle goes too, i loathe him from the deepest of my soul. he reminds me of malcolm merlyn. and his little shit daughter too. i really like teh relationship that’s been developing between tara and gemma so much. it gives such nuance to both characters, and i cannot believe where they will end up or even how. like, i seriously cannot see it? 

(testament to how ruthless gemma is tho that her reaction to any holdback of any kind, is to cut ties with that person in the event that they become a liability. reminds me of when john teller spoke of the ‘absence of basic human graces’) 

gemma... gemma is a mess. i still love her but she is wow... she is a fearsome lady. and that is: a lady to be feared. i honestly think Clay does fear her a little bit, because its so obvious that she is one of those people that is always in control, always thinking ahead no matter what. there was this one scene in season 1 - i think the last episode probably - when she realized that jax knew it was clay that was the cause of donna’s death and she freaked the fuck out. and clay didnt agree with her. he leaves and she looks out the window at him, and says ‘youre loosing control. just like he did’ and i swear to god i had fucking chills. this woman...  i cannot help but think that SHE is the one whose ‘legacy’ the club is carrying on right now. not john teller, not clay. gemma. this is what seh wanted. john can talk all day about how teh club being what it is ‘just happened’ but honestly, i dont think anything gemma is involved in ‘just happens’. she wanted this and she wants to preserve this because she thinks this is ‘the kingdom jax is meant to rule’ and she has her own ideas about how he’s to do that. 

even as far as the beginning of season 1 i got this feeling that she really is grooming her son to take over and as much as she loves clay, he is just a placeholder. 

honestly, this woman is the most interesting character on this show, even though she freaks me the fuck out (lol she’s what cersei lannister WISHES she was. tho less psychotic/sadistic, obviously) 

the part i most genuinely enjoy of the whole show is tara and jax, still. i just really love the breaths of calmness, of quiet that their relationship, their love, gives throughout the episodes. its like this one calm stop in the  shitstorm that is everything else. they’re so steady for each other, and i really like those kinds of relationships. tho i was surprised to see how ACTUALLY possessive tara really is. that thing with wendy in s1 at Abel’s coming home party. (is it just me or  did she slap jax there because it was remnant of reflex from how he grabbed her arm as she was leaving? she sounded really scared and it just made me think that it wasnt about him as much as about him grabbing her like that triggering her fear, from her experiences with Kohn on top of all else she must have been feeling?)  and that thing at the bathroom of the porn place, that was amazing and i laughed the whole way throughout. jax is such a shit tho - the way he was smirking when she practically ripped that shirt off him was hilarious. this asshole loves being wanted. 

(i was so rageful at him for sleeping with wendy. im starting to realize that’s a weakness of his - when shit gets bad he just falls for any comfort available and that usually is a woman that is around to make him forget for the moment. ugh. i know he cheats on tara later on - cant wait for that shit to happen - i’ll probably want to rip his face off. great.) 

anyways, moving on.

[thecruciblegavemeyou]

mint chocolate chip

i got bored and i liked this idea so i ran with it. longer than i intended.. could probably turn into something longer. eh (simons pov) 

ao3

simon has a very bad week, and baz makes the mistake of grabbing the last tub of simon’s favorite ice cream

words: 2.4 k

this was the last straw. the last, very short straw of a number of shitty straws i had received this week.

monday

agatha broke things off. for the last time, i think. "si, this just isn't working anymore. we've both known that for a long time. and, well... i think i'm asexual, i dont know. i have some stuff to figure out simon, and i think i have to do this alone."

i could still see her, standing in front of me in the living room. i had romantic candles lit all around the room. and i (penny) made a fancy dinner, that was laid out on the only tablecloth that penny and i owned that i had yet to stain.

she didnt cry, but i certainly did. it was humiliating. i thought we had finally been making it work this time, and i was even going to ask her to move in with me and penny. hence the fancy dinner.

so she left me there on the couch and i spent the rest of the night crying in the tub (with a bottle of red wine).

tuesday

then, because i stayed up all night crying (and very drunk), I missed the bus to class tuesday morning. which meant i had to walk 2 hours to school in the rain while hungover (in a torrential downpour) and i missed my class anyways.

i didnt even get to turn in my paper, because even my professor had left by then. it would have been the best paper i wrote all semester too; instead, i watched the grade be entered as a zero. i tried to email my professor, but i already knew it was hopeless because she was a bitch. and i always fell asleep in class, so i wasnt exactly her favorite student.

by the time penny came around to give me a lift home, i was soaked to bone. i knew something was wrong the moment i got in the car, but i didnt press her. normally penny greeted me with tea, a scone, and a perky hello, but she was as somber as the rain outside.

she didnt say anything for a long time. we were almost back to the flat when she turned the volume down on the radio and turned to me. "hey, simon, do you remember micah?" penny asked.

"what a bloody idiotic question penny, of course i remember your boyfriend. im hungover, not stupid." i snorted, grabbing my sopping wet bag from the back seat.

she killed the engine; she was watching me with that expression of pity, the one she wore every time agatha said she wanted to take a break. "he's moving to london." she mumbled.

"pen, that's great! now i won't have to listen to your skype dates and-"

"we signed the lease for an apartment today." she gulped.

my world was spinning. i stopped walking, "when, um... is he in town? you never mentioned... was this a split second decision? i..." i always knew that penny move move out someday. i thought it would be farther down the road. i'd need to find a new roommate, because there was no way i could continue to afford the apartment penny and i had by myself...

"when are you leaving?" i blurted out.

"i spent today packing. im almost ready to go. micah and i are going to finish packing and moving everything from my apartment to the new one tomorrow. do you want to help?"

"you mean... i only have one day to find a new roommate?" i couldn't help the anger boiling in my stomach. she gave me no warning whatsoever and the rent was due next friday. im not proud of what i did next, but theres no going back.

i stormed into my room and locked it behind me. i couldn't look at any of penny's packed boxes. i didn't even stop when micah called out a greeting. i was too upset, and i didnt really know the guy well enough to let him see me cry. the took turns trying to coax me out of my room throughout the night, penny even went out and bought me sour cherry scones from my favorite bakery across town. i didnt have any appetite.

wednesday

i got out of the house before they woke up. i had work, anyways. thankfully, it had stopped raining sometime last night. unfortunately, the puddles remained. a taxi flew around the curb with no warning and soaked my jeans and shoes (my good jeans).

"bloody fucking merlin and morgana-" i shouted, before the mother behind me hurriedly covered the ears of her toddler.

I made it to the starbucks where i worked, and took in the comforting smell of coffee and sugar and the faint smell of cleaner that was used to wipe down the counters each night. it was apparently the only dependable thing in my life right now.

"sorry im late, trixie, i had a bad morning-" I sighed, grabbing my apron off the back rack.

trixie (my boss) just waved me into her office, "simon?" she was sorting through piles of paperwork and notices, and it took her a moment before she realized i was already in her office.

"so, simon-"

"yeah?" i responded, more focused on trying to tie the apron behind my back. i had terrible hand-eye coordination as is, it didnt help when you took one factor out of the equation. I could smell coffee wafting in from the front, and i prayed trixie would be quick so i could go out and grab a cup for myself.

"we had to make some budget cuts this month, so we have to let some people go... im so sorry, simon. here's your last paycheck."

trixie held out a sad, slumped little slip of paper. i stared at her, barely registering her words. after an awkward minute of silence, i took the check and left the apron draped over the chair opposite her desk. i didnt make eye contact with my coworkers as i left and i prayed they hadnt been able to hear the entire conversation between me and trixie, if it could be called a conversation.

i knew they mustve heard, even if they didnt it wasnt hard to put two and two together.

i shoved the check into my (wet) jeans pocket and made my way towards the flat. halfway home, i turned into the bank and cashed the check, knowing there was no way i would remember to do it tomorrow.

this was turning out to be the worst week of my life.

when i got back to the flat, half the boxes, micah, and penny were nowhere to be found. i holed myself up in my room again, this time having the foresight to take some food back into my room with me. i blasted my music, and kept the door locked again. the lock wouldnt actually keep penny out (there was a key for every room in the house) but if it was locked she wouldnt bother trying to intrude on my sob fest.

thursday

when i woke up, the house was empty. i made my way into the bathroom to freshen up and tried to ignore how quiet the flat was now. penny had even taken a lot of the photos and such with her, but she left most of the furniture (out of pity, i think). her and micah would get to buy all new furniture, together.

on the kitchen counter was a note, a key, and an address. her new apartment was within walking distance still (ten minutes or so). i imagined they were still settling in, and i still had nothing to say to her (i wasn't mad, i was just... not ready). anyways, i needed to start searching for a new roommate.

i went and grabbed my laptop, and settled in on the couch. i ignored the notifications reminding me to study or finish this project or that, and delved into my search. i didnt have class until later tonight, and i didnt have a job to get to either, so i had most of the day free.

i needed to search for a new job, too. there was no way i could afford rent if i didnt have a job, let alone a roommate to split the bill.

i had no idea where to start. i didn't really want to live with a stranger, but i absolutely didnt want to lose this apartment either. it was so close to campus, and i liked being near all the other students. it was ina great part of town, and almost everything i needed was within walking distance. maybe i could ask a classmate if they wanted to move in? it seems a bit short notice, and i imagine that by the end of the first semester everyone already has a place to live anyways.

i was screwed.

i grabbed some take out on my way back home, alone, and spent the rest of the night procrastinating homework and responsibilities. this is why i needed penny.

friday

it was obvious friday was following the same downward spiral when i woke up to a text from agatha, asking if she could come by to talk. she wanted to stay friends and she thought she left a jumper at my place.

i almost fell off the couch at four o'clock, when agatha let herself in to find me in my boxers on the couch.

"oh, hi, simon. didnt you hear me knocking?" she asked, hanging up her jacket and unraveling a scarf from her neck. i could smell her from here. that perfume would haunt me forever. i never really liked that scent. i'd have to light a candle after she leaves.

"no..." i mumbled, trying to be discreet as as tried to get my pants back on as fast as possible. agatha headed straight for my room to look for her jumper. she had no qualms, did she?

"simon, where did everything go? why is the flat so empty?" agatha asked, drawing back the curtains to let some sunlight into my cave. didn't she think this was awkward? why was she acting so normal?

i cleared my throat, "uh, penny moved out. she got an apartment with micah a few blocks down. she sprung it on me this tuesday." i covered the emotion in my voice.

"oh, well, thats great for penny and micah." she hummed and finally found her jumper, which had wound up in my laundry.

she started for the door. i refrained from going after her. i wasnt going to chase her and beg her to come back, not this time. even agatha seemed surprised. she stopped at the door, almost as if to tell my this was my last chance to chase her down and beg for her forgiveness.

i didnt move.

"it was good to see you, simon." she smiled and twisted the door knob, "coffee sometime, okay?"

"no, thank you, though." i said. i didnt miss the flash of surprise in her eyes as she shut the door behind her. i cranked the volume back up, and cried in tune with adele.

come dinner time, i made my way into the kitchen to try and find something to eat.

the fridge and cabinets were empty. all that was left was a jar of curry, a bag of peanuts, and expired milk. i let out a moan. penny always did the shopping.

i peeked at the clock. it was already nine. but i was starving, and i wanted ice cream. i deserved ice cream, after this shitty week. and maybe some alcohol. any type of alcohol.

i tugged on my old Watford sweatshirt and a pair of grey sweats, and dug through piles of crap until i found my wallet.

the store was half empty, and there was only one cashier open still, slowly checking out one old lady who couldnt seem to remember what she was doing. i made my way towards the milk and ice cream first.

i grabbed a smaller milk, because there was no way i would finish a whole one without penny, and it didnt look like id be getting a new roommate yet.

i stopped. there was another boy by the ice cream, grabbing the last tub of mint chocolate chip.

i lost it.

"no, no, no! merlin, no, you dont get to have the last of the mint chocolate chip!" i exclaimed and the guy jumped, spinning on his heel to face me. why was he in jeans, it was nine thirty already? who wears such nice jeans out to the grocery store.

"excuse me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"if you dont mind, id like that tub of ice cream. i deserve it. i had the fucking worst week of my life. and all i want is to go home, eat some goddamn mint chocolate chip ice cream, get drunk, and pretend im not doing it alone." i shouted. he stared for a minute, before he broke out in laughter.

my face went red, but i didnt back down. i wasnt letting him take that ice cream away from me, i didnt care how gorgeous he was.

"i dont want to be alone, either." he smirked. "but you cant finish this whole tub by yourself."

"then come help me." i teased. i couldnt help it. that smirk was infectious. and he had pretty eyes.

"fine. but youre buying the alcohol." he said, pointing towards the next aisle. he followed me into the next aisle over, and we picked out various bottles of various alcohols.

he didnt make me pay. in fact, he paid for my milk too. and then i let him follow me back to my flat.

"im baz." he said, holding out a slender hand.

"simon."

i dont remember how we got there, but i didnt mind when i woke up on top of baz, stretched out on my couch, with him in a pair of my sweats (those bloody jeans may have been hot but i knew they werent comfortable). i didnt even mind the hangover i could feel coming, or the messy, empty tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream on my coffee table.

not when baz was kissing me, mumbling “good morning, darling,” in my ear.

[eytanbayme]

Colossian, Prophet of God

A guy once told him a story about how lies could pile up on each other until they collapsed on top of the person telling them and crushed him to death. The guy had been cheating on his wife with a younger woman and feeding his wife bullshit until finally she flipped on him and went to the press. The marriage collapsed. He paid an enormous divorce settlement, filed for bankruptcy, his children were ridiculed about in school, and then he accidentally impregnated his mistress. The guy was him. And he had told himself the story many times since it had happened, but he never truly believed any of it, and he had made the same mistake again - and the only thing that kept him from making it a third time was his diminished interest in sex.

That’s not to say that he stopped lying. He lied all the time. To everyone, sometimes for no discernible reason whatsoever. Like just a moment ago when he told his wife he needed an hour of alone time to read an infrastructure report when he really just wanted to try out a new rub-in tanning lotion in the bathroom. It wouldn't have made a difference to her if she knew what he was up to, they rubbed tanning lotion onto each other all the time. But the lie just fell out of his mouth, like a poker chip-shaped turd, and he wasn't about to pretend like he hadn't meant to have it in there in the first place.

The tanning lotion had a sweet, baked goods-like scent to it, but it went on a little too sticky and he knew it would leave a brownish stain on the collar of his shirt and the back of his hair. The thing with the bricks piling up and collapsing story was that it was a bad metaphor, because when bricks actually fell on your head, your skull caved in on your brain and you died, which never happened to him, no matter how dishonest he was. Little ones or big ones, he’d never died - and wasn't there some saying about whatever not killing you only made you better? So really, lying made him a much better person, because he did it a lot and had always been alive.

The most recent lie he told fell into the big category. He had told everyone that he was Colossian, the prophet of God and had proof to prove it. It was an important lie because it meant that all his decisions were really just God’s decisions that he was implementing - and no one could argue with God. It meant that he could imprison or murder his opponents, steal whatever property he had his heart set on, enslave anyone he didn't like and rename the continent after himself. It was a great lie, and he was sure it wouldn't kill him.  Using his fore fingers, he rubbed some of the lotion into his nose, pushing it into the little corners where it met his face, massaging it along the bridge and even coating the inside of his nostrils with it. Now that he thought about it, the lie wasn't even that big. How many prophets of God were there in the bible? Hundreds? Thousands? He didn’t know. He'd never read it, but he was sure there were thousands. And what were prophets, anyway? Pruny, old women with headscarves, cheap jewelry and glass balls; who worked out of tiny storefronts on Bleeker street, spoke a bunch of mumbo jumbo and gave hand jobs for an extra fifty? He had nothing in common with prophets. If he wanted to tell a really big lie, he could have just said he was God, and not his little messenger boy running around delivering tiddily bits of news. He cursed himself for making him out to look so small in front of everyone. He didn’t pass messages along to anybody! Man, God, animal or woman!

Sticky as it was, the lotion felt nice on his face. It had a warming, tingling effect on his skin. From the kitchen he could smell steaks sizzling under the broiler, and he knew his wife was preparing his favorite meal: ketchup and steak. Ketchup was sweet and smooth, and steak was grisly, salty and could hold a lot of ketchup. It was the greatest meal in the world, no doubt about it. For dessert, he’d fill up on ice cream and leave his stomach in an unpleasant, but worth it, knot. Some liquid settled on his lower lip; his mouth was literally watering at thought, so he left the bathroom for the kitchen to get fed. But when he got there, the room was empty and there weren't any steaks in the oven. And he grew very angry, because someone was cooking steaks and deliberately keeping them from him. He stormed down the hallway, his bronzed face scowling at paintings of John Adams, Abe Lincoln, Something Truman and How-The-Hell-Was-He-Supposed-To-Know-Which Roosevelt. A bunch of elites —all of ‘em — looking down on him, judging him, thinking how much greater they are than him, plotting their next move against him. After he ate, he would tell someone to hang them all lower so he could be the one looking down on the stupid ex-presidents who left such a mess for him to clean up.

The whole goddamned place stunk of grilled meats!

The lotion was getting a bit too hot on his skin, but there was only so many things a man could get upset about at once. He stopped in front of one of his Secretary’s office and smelled the steak smell billowing from beneath the door door. He kicked it in with his wing-tip, expecting to find the piece of shit spearing prime rib from a Hibachi grill on his desk, but instead the man had his pants around his ankles, his palms and forehead were against the wall while the First Lady stood behind him pushing something long and green into him. No steak anywhere.

He watched in awe as the thing slid in and out, like a cat gliding in and out of a flap in a door. The skinny man’s skin sagged. He softly clucked. The First Lady had one shoe-less foot up against the wall, which was strange because she always wore heels with him. And it made him wonder, for a moment, if this meant something profound.

“Stop! I’m the best!” He lied. Truthfully, he hadn't had or even wanted an erection in the last 36 months. But he continued nevertheless: “I’m the greatest lay there ever was, probably better than any person to ever set foot in this building. In this whole country. People say that!”

“Uh, yes sir. Oh god,” the Secretary scrambled to cover himself. “Of course, you are.”

“I explain,” the First Lady said, her new, publicly funded breasts stood proudly, always in the direction of the flag. “It isn’t how it looks like. Very simple, really. I was helping him with the spreadsheets and then we decide to buy clothes, so the tailor ask us to get undress while he brings fabric and then we made this sexy joke for him when he return.”

“It would have been funny,” the secretary assured.

Just then another Secretary came running in with a bolt of black velvet. “Guys!” he said, “How about this one?” He burst into laughter, mechanically. “Oh they are such kidders!”

He wasn't an idiot. He knew something wasn't right. The First Lady knew nothing about spreadsheets. “You’re lying.”

“No, my love.” she said. “My love, your face: It looks like burning.”

“Don’t change the subject! You’re having an affair!”

“No!” they both said in unison.

“Sir,” the other Secretary then said. “I can’t keep up this charade. They were cheating and I was trying to cover for them.”

He stared at his wife dumbfounded. It didnt make any sense. How could she be attracted to someone other than him. Him who was the richest, smartest, most handsome person he knew. Him, who was Colossian, Prophet of God, who was probably even God himself. How could she be so cruel to him, lie to him so blatantly. He was about to scream something horrible - something having to do with Eastern Europe and extreme poverty and coprophagy and race and the bible and lots and lots of adjectives in between, but then something heavy fell on the ceiling above them. It sounded like bowling balls spilling from a duffel bag and then everything came crashing down. Bricks, dust, smoke, air conditioning duct, steel filling cabinets, ethernet cables, fax machines, the Consititution, leather chairs, stateroom china. The First Lady got crushed beneath a slab of kitchen-top marble and a sub-zero fridge, one of the Secretaries suffocated beneath reams of fiberglass insulation and wall paper meant to resemble leather-bound books, the other died of asbestos inhalation. Colossian was knocked unconscious by a decorative pillar and speared through the heart with a flag pole. Just before he breathed his final breathe, he remembered the story he used to tell himself, and he realized he had been wrong all along because sometimes it was the lies of other people that brought the house down on you.

[travellers-survivor-old-west]

Episode 7: “The coin flip gods decided Xander would be leaving us tonight”- Chloe

Everyone drop your..................... spare change we have a decision to make - Someone on the losing tribe, probably.

jeezzzzzz this round is fucking frustrating. so last minute last round my alliance flipped to keaton which was WONDERFUL!!! I was having a hard time talking to him and I'm glad it's Vi and Xander still here. the concering thing tho is someone told vi to do keaton so like.....someone tryna scoop up that good good number huh? this auction though....FUCK THIS. so it started off fine. nobody snatched the first thing bc it was useless. but then the second item hehe I grabbed it bc I wanted to throw to keep ashley safe + wanted to know what it was. so i was like ok cool love it. but then for some reason another item got posted after the time the post said the challenge would be running.....which was not fair flkjfl and i didnt see it cause i was like cool i can sleep now :) and then it's the fuckin most powerful thing in the game :)))) love that for me lol. and someone on that tribe fucked it up. i literally would've fuckin spent all the money for it if I'd known the auction was gonna go past the time the hosts said rip so that threw a wrench in everything and now i am a sad sad cowboy :'( next day i snatched the first item to end the auction so that the power hungry snakes in my alliance didnt get all the good stuff. so even tho i got nothing of value, i DID get assurance that only one thing is out there that I need to be worried about. :))) hehe :))) and it was REALLY EASY to play off like xander took them both tbh. he was typing in the chat the whole time lmao. the only problem is that chloe eve and isaac are actually smart and they might know it was me but like i rlly put in that fake nancy drew work and was like HELLO DID U BUY THOSE THINGS ? I even asked xander if he got either of the items hehe. im just sittin here with my two lame-ass packages <333333 but i have a really bad feeling about the other tribe. Ashley was on a work trip all week and I know her and her fuckery and her inability to talk to boring men and her tribe has way way too many of them. jared/sammy have the power on that tribe if they scoop dylan and goat nick or bro down with aidan. so it's bad news I think. I'm gonna be pissed at them if they get her out (and i swear to god if jared is doing it just to break up me and her so I'm closer to him he has another thing coming!!!!!!!!! :) ) i wanted to be loyal to jared and ashley, but if he gets her out before I even have a chance to play with her, im gonna be fuckin bitter!!!!!!!! and who knows what I'll do then :)

Well rip us again. I’m slightly screwed? Maybe. I did get 2nd highest score so hopefully the others keep that in consideration considering Owen, Xander and eve got lower than 50 points. I’m pissed Bc Chloe and I both tried hard to carry the team. We were 200 points under. That’s more than either one of us got. Every one else didnt do an entire section. One of them only did a couple pictures, another only did a couple videos. Rip I want to die.

BIIIIITCH. Shit has hit the fan and I finally feel like we're playing a game here. Last tribal was intense but it brought back that feeling as to why I play these things so I was kind of into it. Overall the scrambling in the last few hours showed a lot of people's hand and I think that was one valuable thing that came out of the last vote out (in addition to Sammy's vote out). Apparently the alleged vote was Ashley, which Jared told me rather late, and I didn't feel clued in on that AND I was a fan of Ashley. She was one of the only people here from my second tribe and she talked to me more than a majority of the tribe making me realize that the Malakoff OGs might have formed a voting block - Pat might possibly be involved. Apparently it was a push on behalf of Pat but I did use my vote steal and try to push things in order to save Ashley and push it onto another target. She really wanted Jared but I do feel like I have a stronger relationship with him and the ability to reconcile things further which is why I tried to deviate the target to Sammy. Plus in all of the ambiguity and the fact that my name was going around (as Ashley as a decoy to save herself *insert eye roll*) I felt the need to use the vote steal I secured on the rails. Regardless of how things played out at the end of the day I had no idea what the chaotic twink [Dylan] was going to do and in the event of a 3-3-1 tie I doubt Jared was saving me over Sammy. Weren't they butt buddies in a Tumblr Survivor or something? Like it just wasn't realistic... and I don't feel like I leveraged it poorly at all. Better than going home with something in my pocket like last time. Plus the studio art major's reaction in their exit interview only helped prove my point that they were the best person to go. Plus I felt as if the studio art major in question has the type of fun but lowkey personality that allows people to go deep and as such an extroverted loud ass bitch those players tend to be the ones on my radar. We worked hard, we persevered and won immunity. Pat worked his ass off in the fucking challenge because he knew he made a fucking mistake writing my name down but he's trying to be cordial. Honestly I think a lot of people are biding their time until merge and I have a sneaking suspicion I might be a person of interest when this merge comes. WHY? Well that challenge was CLEARLY thrown and the people who seemed to be left out of the loop were the ones from my original tribe. I'm pretty sure that's a fucking act of war in Ancient Greece. Nick (my number one ally atm I love you Nick) pointed that shit out immediately and made me run to check the results which left me shook. I tried to bring it up to Jared who played it off... another kind of red flag. My priority right now is to strengthen relationships heading into a potential merge and making sure they're on good footing with me even though the last thing that's happening is a loyal Malakoff 3.0. I'm not even going to delude myself with the fucking thought. Despite having Nick and I guess Ashley, I do feel very alone in this game. Most games I succeed in I have a partner in crime so I'm going to adapt and see how I can take on the merge. I really want Nick to know I trust him as much as I do and I hope that whoever survives of Chloe and Vi is excited to see us. That's if the merge is next and you're not playing with us... But I also hope that both Chloe and Vi survive this round but the break up of the challenge doesn't look good. Is there a chance they just fucking suck?

Being back at tribal is fucking hell. At this point just give us merge I stg id be more likely to be immune then. Honestly it feels like most of my tribe put ZERO FUCKING EFFORT into this challenge and I’m beyond angry about it they’re all fucking bastards and I’ll vote every single one of them out for doing this to me.

Thoughts on being at tribal - the coin flippers are staying strong and yet again we flipped a coin to see who goes home between Vi and Xander. This time there’s no Keaton to fuck things around so I’m hoping it stays this straight forward and there’s no genuine last minute scrambles. I don’t think anyone from the group has told Vi or Xander yet who the vote is but the coin flip gods decided Xander would be leaving us tonight. I just wanna fucking sleep. So yea no valid reason for voting Xander tonight other than it was down to a coin flip. Either way I’d be voting Xander and Vi out at merge anyway.

M E R G E U S 

I’m stupid and forgot to do this so I’m doing it from the bathroom at work pls don’t strike me I’ll give you detail when I get off sjhdjddh

Spoiler Alert: He never did send us details when he got off work.....

Hey, this tribe fucking sucks. they never talk about anything or want to do much. Like i had to beg people to do the call. and force that to happen. and I had to force a vote talk out of people.... Thats not my style of gameplay. I hate that im forced to do that. and just want out of this tribe ASAP. IM just hoping if i do survive and make it to merge. that my clever "talking" skills have earned me some credit in this tribe. where I have some allies. I do want to make it far and not just flop in this game. Especially when no one really knows me here and they can't target me because im in a duo with someone on the cast. @every other game i play. *glares at jess* 

Also Xander...

Part 2 electric boogaloo I really just want Alyssa to expose me. Like is that so hard. Also i forgot to mention in my last confessional that Jess had a booty call and they left their top there. 

IS IT MY TIME TO GO??????

Last round was pretty wild. I really did NOT want Sammy to go but unfortunately my hands were tied and he was with jared and pat. I kind of pushed for jared last round a little too much and Aidans ass told jared and he confronted me about it. I think i did a pretty good job at explaining why and basically it was like we both kind of went for eachother last round but now no one will think we are working together. My hope is that aidan and nick will be loyal and continue to work with me but i have a feeling jared is stilll trying to work on aidan and aidans ass is falling for it. Merge is probably coming up and im a little scared about that but if nick and aidan dont flop I think we can make it far.

So last round I played like peepee poopoo I should've just listened to Sammy like I told myself I would at the beginning of the round and voted Aidan... but the second I detect any shadiness even in a F2 or F3 person that's when the meltdown comes... it was like the Bryce situation all over again Not to mention Aidan two-timed me! But luckily it is still early enough in the game to recover from this, and I still have the high noon... I just need to hang onto that no matter what. So this round I centered back in on my round one gameplan, Aidan lost my trust and Dylan earned his 3rd strike with me by not having my back in the tribe chat. I've been bonding with NickG, and I made a deal with Ashley so I'm hoping that new doors will open for me on this tribe. With that being said, we won the challenge and honestly I couldn't care less about a merge any more, the farther away it is the better to be honest- I can have a 50/50 shot at making it one round further every time with tribal immunity. Another note, non-zero odds that Owen threw the challenge for me? We'll see.

Idk what day exactly the video title is specific of when I’m speaking from.

More Pat....