#the joys of kinda sorta POTS but at the same time not at all

[ibreathebooks-42]

Their site seems to be having an issue right now (the "Get Started" page refuses to load, but that's the only one I'm having issues with so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) so I couldn't check out the membership option, but I did download the free app and honestly even with only the initial check-ins and poking around for a bit this seems like it will be such an improvement over my attempts at finagling something together through fitness apps and solo HR apps that I always forget to update when I'm not obviously having issues

I’m still tweaking it, but something the Visible app has hammered home these past few weeks is just how much energy my body expends existing.

Currently lying perfectly still and I’m in the ‘exertion zone’ because I’m in so much nerve pain it's making my heart rate elevate.

Being in pain is burning up my pace points. I’ve used two since I woke up this morning simply by being conscious.

Anyone who dismisses the effects of chronic pain on the body or tells you to exercise to push through it is formally invited to throw themselves into the sun.

[spiked-tea-writing]

and they were roommates?!

SapnapxFem!Reader

Summary: Imagine being in love with your roommate, couldn't be you.

Pronouns: She/her

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: I don’t watch or know anything, I just like these people and I had a concept. Also, he and Dream aren’t roommates in this for the sake of I can’t figure that out. Also also, my timeline is probably fucked but who cares

The dynamic in the apartment was...interesting to say the least

In the two years of living together, it had shifted a lot

In the beginning, you and Sapnap had been... less than cordial to each other

Both eighteen, fresh out of high school, off to college thinking that you knew everything.

There was lots of fighting, to say the least.

All of the “No it’s your turn to vacuum”, and “I swear to god Sapnap I will punt you halfway across the world if you eat my pineapple again”

The only reason you didn’t slit each other’s throats was that if the other person was dead, who would pay rent?

It was the summer before college started at the time, and you were working long hours minimum wage so coming]’/ home to an annoying prick caused a crap ton of conflict

After a few months of being little bitches to each other, y’all got piss drunk in the apartment and it all just sorta fell apart

Got that good drunk therapy, spilling your deepest secrets

(y’all were underage but shhh)

So by the time college started, the two of you had become actual friends and started enjoying each others company

A few months into the friendship, you encouraged him to post the video of “Minecraft, but it’s Raining Cats and Dogs” on a whim

Lmao little did you know what you had created (we’ll get to that later)

You mocked his train of thought constantly, laughing at the timing of it all.

“Ahhh yes, I am Sapnap, the genius who thought it’d be great to become a YouTuber while in my first year of college.”

He’d always just laugh and roll his eyes, playfully shoving you while stealing your chips.

The next few months were a haze of studying, work, and him.

It was truly a friendship of convenience since you guys were so busy, him starting his youtube career, and you working restaurants, then school on top of that, it was just easy to find friendship in your roommate.

Of course, he had his close friends which he spoke to over the internet, and you had your friends from back home, but as for college, it really was only him.

You guys had a fun time just hanging around the apartment, and it became so easy to be friends with him

And it WAS truly platonic (we’ll get back to that as well)

The best thing he brought to the friendship was his animals

You got on fabulously with Cash and the cats

They were all so cuddly and honestly loved you more than him lmao

You guys were just trying to get degrees and not be too stupid, was that too much to ask???

Well to a certain 2020, it was

The beginning of that year was great.

He was sorta realizing that he liked putting himself on social media, but on top of that, it seemed like a great start to a year.

February brought him to twitch, which you loved

You found it hilarious how he would just sorta play games and have people watch him live.

But you were incredibly supportive, as a friend, of course

He really liked it so, you tried to ignore the shouting at three am, and the loud anthems at night

Sure you’d give him hell in the morning, but why kill his fun?

March started great, as it was his birthday.

You got him a glittery lighter as a gag, but it was the perfect gift for a broke-ass college student

Then a certain pandemic came a-knockin’ on y’all’s door

It was a hard hit on both of you.

An executive decision was made that you two would stay put, but being away from your families was incredibly tough.

That spring was the birth of The SMP.

It brought him so much joy, which in turn made you happier.

The rest of the school year was a blur of zooms and test

Nick nearly killed you on multiple occasions when you made fun of the fact that he was learning computer science over the computer or made him help you figure out what the fuck zoom was since it was tangentially related to his major

“SAP HELP ME YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS ITS YOUR FUCKING MAJOR!!!”

“NO, IT’S- AHHHHHHHHH”

Yall got more than a handful of noise complaints shhhh

That summer was fill was spent trying to fill the time in weird ways

Note to self, he can’t cook (which you learned the hard way)

Yall spent so much time trying to cook and bake, then sweating off the calories working out with The Fitness Marshall lmao

As sucky as the situation was, that summer was so incredibly fun for the both of you, and truthfully the only arguments were about what music to blast

“Y/n I swear if I listen to Cosmicandy one more time I will drown you.”

“Well if I hear American Idiot one more time someone’s knee caps are getting harvested.”

(that argument was settled with Elton John.)

When school started up again that fall, something shifted

After a year of actual friendship, you guys were no longer just friends, and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife

You had watched every single one of his streams since day one, but within 2 seconds of his Love or Host, you felt the need to hurl for some peculiar reason

It was bizarre because there was no way you could ever like him, of course not.

Within the apartment, you guys suddenly got a lot more touchy, but only because it was getting cold with winter and all that jazz.

It wasn’t because yall were secretly in love, what is this, a romcom?

The number of times you guys woke up on the couch, definitely not cuddling was too many to count

You started sitting in his room while he streamed, definitely not watching him with heart eyes because of how excited he got

He always had a pot of coffee full and a 6-pack of monster in the fridge since he knew you ran on spite and caffeine, and definitely not so that he could spend more time with you in the early hours of the morning.

The laundry started getting all mixed around, resulting in just sharing any sweats, hoodies, or socks.

The same thing went for food.

No longer was anything labeled with a name, if it was in the fridge, it was fair game (unless there was a post-it because come on, yall weren’t monsters)

But no, y’all were just roommates, not dating, lets make that clear.

Feelings? We don’t know her.

This entire time, his friends have had to hear about you rip.

But they got front row seats to your relationship development

“OMG my roommate is the worst she ate all of the frozen strawberries”

“Y/n kidnapped Storm all day while she studied and I thought I lost the fucking cat asjvdk”

“I had to run down and talk to the landlord because we dropped a pot of pasta sauce all over the carpet and couldn’t get the damn stain out.”

“She is so nice in preparation for a family dinner zoom, she ran out to the local Filipino food place and pick stuff up.”

“Sorry I’m late I overslept and didn’t want to wake up Y/n.”

They weren’t stupid, and could clearly see how whipped he was.

Dream and Geroge teased him about it constantly.

“Woah, calm down Sap, you should probably tell her you love her before you propose.”

“Yeah Dream’s right, it’s kinda weird that you’re living together before ever dating.”

He always flushed and denied it with a shake of his head.

He wasn’t into you, are they crazy?

Quackity and Karl messed with him in more unorthodox ways

There are a solid number of clips where they are fake crying over how he’s cheating on them, and even more tweets to match

It only got worse when you met them accidentally.

He was chatting post-stream on a video channel with George, Dream, Karl, and Quackity, and just his luck, you came into his room.

Like of all the times you could walk in, it was the time he was with his five closest friends but I digress

“Yo I got some extra tips yesterday so I picked up some extra Red Bull if you want to do one of your weird all-nighter streams.”

“Y/n I’m on channel.”

“Oh shit sorry my b. Catch.”

All the guys heard was a thud and a groan from Sapnap as the six-pack hit him in the chest.

Dream was the one to recognize your name.

“WAIT IS THAT Y/N I WANT TO MEET THEM!”

You could hear Dream’s voice through his headphones

“Sap… who is that?”

“No one. I’ll be out in a sec to help with dinner.”

You could hear a British voice come through.

“Oh so we are no one now, huh.”

Another voice piped through.

“Common... ¿Qué intentas ocultar?”

You cut in.

“Your headset it shit my guy. I can hear everything. I’m down to talk to them.”

He let out a groan.

“Fine. But you’re gonna have to do the dishes tonight.”

“Deal. Now move.”

“What? No.”

“Fine bitch.”

You collapsed onto his lap, plucking the headphones off of him.

“Hello, Sapnap’s friends. I am Y/n. A pleasure to meet y’all. Can you hear me?”

You heard a series of laughs through the headset, and a voice came through.

“Yes, we can see you too. I’m Karl, it’s so nice to finally meet his girlfriend.”

A blush rose on both of your faces, and another voice came through.

“Yeah, we’ve heard lots about you. Plus we can’t see your face in that picture Sap sent us. I’m Quackity”

That remark stopped your embarrassment in its tracks.

“What the fuck? How do you guys know me? I’m not even his girlfriend? And what picture?”

Sapnap grabbed your arm to calm you down as another voice cut in, but his one you recognized as his friend Dream.

“Hey, it’s okay. He just talks about you a bit, and the picture I believe was of you holding like three cats with like a red bull can on your head.”

“Jesus fucking christ why do they have that photo??”

He looked guilty but chuckled.

“Because that photo is a damn masterpiece.”

Karl’s voice came back in with a giggled.

“Soooo, Y/n we’d love to hear about you. Specifically anything funny or embarrassing that you have learned by living with him.”

Sapnap let out a groan from behind you as you went off.

“WELL lemme tell y’all, he has no cooking knowledge, well I mean, now he does, but one time, about a year ago, I had I been keeping a pot of water boiling for about an hour, soft boiling eggs, cooing noodles, blanching bok choy, etc. but this fucking genius is like ‘oH tHe HaNdLe Is StIcKiNg OuT. LeMmE mOvE iT wItH mY bArE hAnD.’ Needless to say, he burnt the crap outta his hand and kept the bag of frozen blueberries on it for the entire night. It took me like a solid five seconds to actually help him because I was laughing.”

By the time you had finished that story, you had seen Nick roll his eyes like 5 five times while the rest of the guys were wheezing.

“Yeah, well remember the time you were trying to imitate Rapunzel after we had watched it over Zoom with my sister, and you swung the edge of the frying pan into our head and got a nasty bump on it? At least I moved quick enough to put some ice on it.”

“Ice? It was the damn leftover Slushy that I had been freezing.”

“True, but you got to drink it after, so it was a win-win situation.”

“Sap, I had a bump the size of a golfball coming off of my temple. There was no winning.”

“Fine, you’re just making me sound like such a shit roommate.”

“No that’s not true, you do all of the talking to the landlord, and you at least tried to muffle the noise when you stream.”

“I guess that’s true, but you do like 80% of the cleaning.”

“Yeah but only because you’re working. Plus in the past 6 months, you’ve made coffee every morning, AND made sure I was taking my meds.”

“Those things aren’t that hard and I do it to make sure you don’t die because I lo- care about you.”

“What?”

“What?”

You heard Dream’s wheeze laugh and remembered that you guys were still on call.

“Smooth.”

You both went red, and Sap moved his arm around you to leave the channel.

The next few moments were complete torture, the two of you just sitting in silence.

You were wondering if he meant what he was about to say and he was scared that you had heard it.

He was the one to break the silence. (mind you you’re still sitting on his lap lmao)

“I’m sorry about that.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Should you ask him if he meant it? Because that wouldn’t be that bad. Or just pretend it never happened. Nah that’d be hella awkward. Or-

“I love you too.”

“You what?”

Wow, okay your brain is being a little bitch rn, but fuck it. Balls to the walls baby.

“I love you, and I have for a while now. I just want you to know.”

You finally looked him in the eye, and he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Thank god. I love you, and nearly fucking told you for the first time in front of my friends accidentally. Damn, I’m smooth.”

You laughed and he smiled wider.

“Can I kiss you?”

After a quick nod he swooped in and holy hell his lips felt great. His arm wound around your waist and your hands made their way to his jaw as he pulled you closer to him.

The only thing playing in your mind was “and they were roommates”

[undercoverwizardfanfiction]

A Winter Night: A ROTTMNT Holiday story

Rating:G

Word Count;2358

for: @snakeeyesdraws

Characters: Donnie, Leo, Kendra

pairings: [takes breath, pulls out sword] LISTEN

update; i accidentally uploaded the draft the first time ^^’ i fixed though this is the finished version

An overtly saturated neon sign of a Santa selling sandals catches him in the corner of his eye. He uses his forearm to protect his aching eyes as he passed the sign. When he passes the blinding neon of Santa, the turtle takes a deep breath, a soft mist escaping his mouth. Honestly, he is grateful the streets aren’t more crowded. But not for his slowly numbing hands. He stuffs his hands into his unlined pockets and moves forward. Grateful more than ever that he had updated Shelldon with a heating unit so he didn’t have to weigh himself down with a heavy coat. It was making the walk to Hueso’s a bit more tolerable. He’d have to remember to update his brothers’ gear to include a heating unit like his. Course knowing them they’d probably use it to heat up marshmallows in their pockets and that was a mess he was NOT going to clean up for-

He is so wrapped up in the nightmarish scenario of having to clean marshmallows out of circuitry when a loud shriek of anger followed by a trash can flying past his line of vision causes him to jump on one foot with a shriek of fear

“Stupid AIDEN!!”

It takes Donnie a moment, and another trash can flying by his vision to realize he is not the source of anger, or in danger. He blinks and peers down the alley before having to duck in time for another trashcan to get stomped in the middle with enough strength to crunch it in half before, in a mixture of amazement he blinks. “Kendra?”

In a feral rage Kendra stomps a trashcan nearly in half before swerving around and glaring at him snarling. Her thick purple hair twisted in half ragged tangles, her beret lay on the ground as though she had thrown it to the ground before deciding that wasn’t enough to help vent her rage. Her half-crazed eyes narrowed at him. “What do YOU want?!” she bites and for a moment Donnie wishes he hadn’t stopped, “Are you here to ruin my day again?! Wreck my plans?!”

“Um,” Don blames his lack of ability to come up with a snappy come back on his even more urgent need to survive the next five seconds, or at least not end up like that trashcan. ”Are you doing something that should be stopped?”

Kendra narrows her eyes at him. “NO.”

“Do you HAVE an evil plan that I should stop? Again?”  With a snarl Don worries he might have said the wrong thing.

But then she lets out an angry sigh, “No, not now.”

“Um.” He really didn’t want to end up a Donnie shaped hole in the wall, “Then, no?”

Kendra narrows her eyes at him, Donnie could barely see the little puffs of steam burst out of her nose like a bull trying to figure out if he was a matador worth charging. But then she lets out an angry growl, ”Fine, go away then,” she says, crouching down and yanking the trash can back into a standing position kicking at it a few more times to try and un-dent it. Donnie glances back at the trash cans in the road and sighs. He pulled off his gloves, cursing the fact that he didn’t bring any extra rubber gloves, and pulls one of the trash cans off the street. Kendra glares up at him before eyeing the trashcan in confusion, “What do you want?”

“To not see cars hit trash cans? Is that supposed to be a hard question?” he asks, again berating himself when Kendra narrows her eyes at him, but lets him stand his trash can next to the one she had ‘undented’, she doesn’t thank him when he drags by the other one too. But to be honest he doesn’t really expect it. But he does finally notice that, even though she traded out her leggings for sweatpants, she’s lacking her purple dragons' jacket and is wearing a dark grey sweater and boots. All signs indicated she had not been planning on being outside in December and is using all the anger she had been trying out on the trash cans to not shiver, “Where are you going?”

“What’s it to you?” she demands.

Donnie raises his hands in mock surrender. “Honestly? I was just trying to help but if you’re going to keep acting like a jerk, I’ll-“ he wasn’t sure how he was going to finish that thought. ‘Walk away?’ ‘Blog about it angrily later?’ But it ended with someone shouting ‘heads up’ and something hard slamming into the back of his head, his vision exploding in bright colors and the breaking of a snowball contacting with his head. Off balance he finds his world spinning and himself on his knees, hands holding his head trying to make sense of the pain and his disorientation.

“Hey!” Kendra’s voice was far away, but that could be ‘cause she had stormed over to yell at the kids who had thrown the snow ball. “The hells your problem?! That was basically an ice ball you weebs.” Don could barely make out their mumbled sheepish apology. He pulls off his hat and touched the soaking bandana underneath. Any hope that it had just been snow went out the window when he drew his bloody fingers off his head.

“Holy-“ Sounds like Kendra was back, his vision was spinning so bad that he assumed the spinning purple mass by his side was her. “Hey how many fingers am I holding up?!” she said holding out her hand. He could barely make out her fingers but gave a weak, “Four?” with strength surprising for someone her size, she took his arm and lifted him to his feet, pulling his arm over her neck, “Come on there’s a hospital nearby-“

“NO,” he answers quickly.

“Are you kidding me you’re HEAD is BLEEDING.”

“And I'm a giant talking turtle which do you think will matter more to a hospital staff?!” He often wondered how Yokai managed in the city without access to a hospital. He had been meaning to ask Hueso about-. He blinks, there was no way he could let Kendra take him home. But he was already close to the pizza place “I have a place I can go. But you can’t go with me-“

“Again, your HEAD is BLEEDING,” she snaps. “I’ll take you where you need to go but I won't get any closer got it?” Donnie knew she wouldn’t take no for answer and only answered with a sigh and a nod. She pulls harder on the arm wraps over her neck and took more of his weight. Despite their height difference he barely touches the ground which only added more to the feeling of being disoriented.

“Thanks,” he muttered weakly.

“Don’t thank me til we get there.”  Donnie struggles to keep his eyes open but his swirling vision forces him to keep his eyes closed, a hand slaps his face lightly. “Hey stay awake nerd.”

“Pot calling the kettle-“ Donnie bit off the end of his statement as he tried not to dry heave. He could feel Kendras frozen bare arms through his coat and feels even worse for being out in the first place. “H-Hold on,” he says, stiffening his legs up to drag her to a stop. He manages to pry her arm off him long enough to peel his coat off leaving him in his long sleeved dark pink Atomic Lass shirt. “You’re obviously cold.” As callous as he is sometimes, he finds it’s better to be honest than to dance around the subject, “Shelldon has a heating unit that’ll keep me warm.” Though it wouldn’t help his arms, he could handle a few blocks though. Thankfully his vision is returning to some extent, enough that he notices Kendra looking to his pack and for a moment Don struggles not to shift to put the pack out of her sight, “That’s Shelly right? Is he still mad at me for tricking him?”

“Oh definitely. He has a stack of crayon drawings dedicated to his revenge on you.” He feels the shoulders on his back tighten as though Shelldon was reprimanding him for revealing his secret plans.

Kendra lets off a small shrug “Yeah fair enough, I’d probably do the same thing” before smirking directionally at the pack, ”But for the record little buddy, blue prints are a much better way to plot out revenge.”

Don tries to grin before dizziness settles in again. Kendra must have noticed since she ducked under his arm. “Hold on nerd, keep talking to me.”

He manages a nod, mentally keeping track of their location. “Wh-what were you doing out here kicking trash cans?” he asked. “And who’s this Aiden guy who has you so mad? Not that it's any of my business, but I’m kinda hurt there’s someone out there you currently hate more than me,” he says with an added offended tone that makes her glare at him in confusion. ”I mean not to brag, but I sorta consider it a pride and joy to have an enemy worthy of my intelligence.”

Kendra narrows her eyes. “Please, he’s not worthy of my time,” she says through her teeth. “There’s this guy in the robotics club with us, Aiden. A loser who couldn’t tell a snickers from a soldering pen. There was a contest to submit the best blueprints, and who ever won would to be our project for the semester.”

“I’ve seen you build stuff on your own though. “

“That wasn’t the point,” Kendra lets out an angry huff, “I won, like I knew I was going to. But he got second place, I checked the points and he was twelve points away from wining. Twelve! The loser pretty boy who had his private tutor help him.”

“But you still won-“

“-He shouldn’t have gotten that close. I did all my work by myself. Didn’t ask for help, spent nights coding and drafting. I should have left him in the dust a broken swaddled nerd with broken dreams. But no. I made sure he knew how I felt about it, but the creep tattled on me. Freaking snowflake got freaked out because his blue prints ended up on his front porch on fire. Since when is that illegal.”

“I mean,” Don pauses, “I think always.”

“Anyway, I got kicked off the club and that’s why I'm out here.” She shrugs. “If my Dad or step mom saw me getting this mad then they’d make me do the ‘breathing exercises,’” she said with air quotations, “Being all ‘Kendra we’re worried about you’ ‘Kendra we love and support you we just don’t want to see you go down a bad path’ and ‘Kendra where do you keep getting access to all this fire!?’” Her frustrations forced her to kick out at a sign they passed but thankfully not hard enough to knock it over, “So as soon as I’m done helping you, I’m going to see my Mom. She’s the only one who gets me.”

Donnie blames his concussion on being so surprised Kendra had a mom but tried to keep it off his features. But judging by the quiet scoff from Kendra he hadn’t done a very good job, "How about you Greeny? Why did you come out here if you already had a concussion? Don’t pretend like you didn’t have one, I saw the bandages when I was checking your scalp. You already had a head injury before you got hit in the head.”

Figures his hat would blame him, and his own disorientation for forgetting that Kendra had checked his scalp. “It's complicated.”

“More complicated then plotting revenge on a spoiled white boy in a Vanilla Ice t-shirt?” she says in a tone that tells Donnie she’s trying to make a joke. And despite his best efforts not to, he snorts slightly, “No, I'll agree it’s not that complicated.” But it still feels weird to share with a certified enemy who once tried to steal the Spirit of Labour Day (don’t ask can’t explain). Thankfully she doesn’t rush him as he tries to collect his thoughts. “I got into an argument with my brother.” He still doesn’t want to let her in on too much information. “My brothers are all protective of each-other but he's’ protective in a way that makes me nuts. He thought it was too soon for me to go out with this whole situation,” he said gesturing to his head bandage, “And I disagreed. Except I didn’t really do it in the best way.”

“I think I know what that means,” Kendra says. “Did you say something bad?”

For a moment, it takes all of Don’s remaining mental energy to not think about Leo’s face, watching his concerned features fade away to one of hurt. So hurt in fact he hadn’t even called after Donnie when he stormed out. He lets out a sigh. “I did. I wish I had a reasonable excuse for it, but to be honest I don’t like feeling like I'm depending on people. I don’t like feeling like he’s always concerned about me. I especially don’t like him being right about it.”

“Sucks when it feels like you’re under-appreciated huh?”

“Yeah.” He could make out a familiar sandal store that housed Hueso’s alley. “We’re here,” he says.

Kendra looks around, and for a moment Donnie is concerned Kendra is going to insist on taking him ‘inside’ but she ducks from under shoulder. “You sure?” she asks, “I can take you further.”

“I’m good, thanks though.” He tries to give her a confident smile but his lips only twitch in response. She gives a half shrug before she starts pulling off his coat. “Keep it. You have a long way to walk and I still have Shelldon to keep me warm.”

“Thanks,” she says pulling the coat back on. “I’ll catch you later Greeny,” she says. She looks like she's’ about to walk off when she pauses. “But for the record, it still must be nice to have brothers who have your back.”

“It is.” Don nods. “And honestly Aiden sounds like a little bitch.”

For the first time since their strange encounter began Kendra put on a full smile. “Thanks,” she says before walking off.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

Leo didn’t snore.

So when his phone went off amongst his makeshift ‘pillow floor’ in the living room he did not ‘snort’ awake. He made a strangled noise before sitting up. Patting his sweatpants and hoody pockets before diving into the mass of pillows. Breaching a moment later like a whale with his phone in his teeth. Hueso’s ID is flashing across his screen. With a scoff he answers. “For the last time BONE man I don’t work today-“

“First of all, that is NOT how you politely answer a phone,” Hueso starts with a snap of his teeth. “Second that’s not why I'm calling. Your brother is here with me.”

Leo blinks, he blames his previous hibernated state on why it took him so long to remember which brother had left the lair. “Donnie? Is he ok?” he said already going to his room and looking for his sword under his bed.

“He is alright, but it looks like he got hit on the head pretty hard-“

That’s all it takes for him to charge out of his room, lingering only long enough to grab the toolbox he used for a first aid kit, and grabbing his portal sword from the kitchen (vaguely remembering he had used it to cut some cheese for his peanut butter and cheese grilled sandwich earlier) and slicing the sword down to activate a portal to Hueso’s office. Without saying bye, he hangs his phone up and jumps through.

The aforementioned skeleton, who had been glaring at his phone as though offended Leo had hung up on him, gave a shriek as the turtle appears by his side. “BAH! Leo, I hate it when you-“

Leo immediately tuned him out when he saw Donnie laying on Hueso’s couch with an ice pack over his forehead, he hurried forward and knelt down. “You ok buddy?” he asks.

Donnie looks up at him from under the ice pack with a weak smile. “I don’t know, are you really uglier than the last time I saw you or is that my head talking?”

Leo couldn’t help but grin. “I thought brain injuries were supposed to make people nicer,” he says. He turns to the toolbox and starts going through the first aid supplies inside. “Thanks for letting him rest. In your office,” he tells Hueso as he sets aside a pen light and some new bandages.

“Why wouldn’t I? Out of your brothers he’s most definitely my favorite.”

“Wait you have a favorite?” Leo looks to him. “Then who's your least favorite?”

After a pause, Hueso gives a wide and strained grin. “I will leave you two to it. If you need me just call me,” he says before ducking out quickly.  

It’s only then that Leo turns his barely contained worried energy on Donnie “What happened? Who did this? Do you have their address and sleep schedule-“

“Leo,” Don starts in a pained voice, “Please, my head feels like someone tried to split it with an ax. It was an accident. Some kids hit me in the head with a snow ball.“

Leo was about to start on another tirade of questions when he forced himself to take a deep breath, “Yeah, ok, I'm sorry,” he says. Also trying to ignore Donnie’s missing coat. He looks back to his supplies and pulls out a pen light. “I’m going to check your pupil dilation, but only if you're up for it.” He waits for Donnie to give a slight nod before he lifts the pen and carefully pushes the ice pack away from his eyes. Using his thumb to cover Don’s opposite eye without actually touching him, with a flash the pupil constricts and dilates as it should. He does the same process to the other “Well that’s good at least,” Leo says. “How’s your vision?”

“Spinning, but I think that’s from the pain.”

That would make sense. The red slider turtle rose to sit on the edge of the couch, carefully unwrapping Don’s scalp as gently as he can, checking his facial expression for any signs of increased pain before he lets out a sigh of relief. “It's just a surface bleed. It doesn’t look like the actual injury itself reopened.”

“That’s good,” Donnie says with a soft sigh. “You’re doing a good job.”

“I had a good teacher.” Leo made sure to give Donnie a soft smile that the turtle barely returns. “Let me just change the bandages and we’ll head home when you feel up for it. Maybe we can order some pizza; I've had a monster craving for anchovy and chocolate syrup pizza for days-“

“I was wrong.”

Leo blinks, pausing from unwrapping the new bandages with his hands. It takes him longer than he should to realize what Don’s apologizing for and when he does, he only returns to digging through his kit. “You were a little right,” Leo says quietly putting aside a bottle of alcohol, “I mean it's kinda right, right?? You're usually right-“

“No, Leo.” Donnie tries to sit up but fails to get up more than a few seconds before Leo’s grip on his arm forces him back down. “Leo I was wrong. I was angry, my head was killing me I would have said anything to hurt you. You don’t mess everything up-“

“Except I do?” Leo lets out a soft laugh. “I mean I do. Between the minotaur's pizza and Big Mama I'm surprised I get anything right-“

Don’s hand grabs his shoulders and before Leo can stop him, the soft-shell forces himself into a sitting position with pure grit alone (judging by the pain filled grimace on his face, “Would you listen to me?!” Donnie demands shaking him by the shoulders, “I shouldn’t have even said it but I would have said anything. I was angry at feeling so helpless and dependent. I was angry because you were right for trying to stop me from going out. I did need your help and I shouldn’t have been so difficult. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-“ his last sentence is interrupted with a sob that helps him notice the tears running down his face. Donnie lets out an aggravated huff as he presses the heel of his hands against his streaming eyes to help spare his dignity in some way.

He feels the couch shift as Leo shifts closer, wrapping his arms around him. “Ok, ok you were wrong. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing Leo,“ Donnie manages to say from his brother’s shoulder. “I’m the one apologizing not you, idiot.”

“Alright, alright I apologize for apologizing. You were wrong I was right. Is that what you want to hear?” he asks. Don nods into his shoulder. Leo rests his cheek on Dons’ shoulder rubbing his shell for a few moments as Don’s erratic breathing finally starts to calm down.

After a few seconds Don lets out a small sigh, “Damn it, I was doing so good too. I can't even tell anymore if these are meltdowns or panic attacks.”

“As long as you don’t have to deal with them alone when you don’t want to, that’s all I care about.” Leo gives him a final squeeze before reaching up and taking Don’s shoulders, gently guiding him down to lay down again. “Ok buddy. I’m going to rewrap your head, and then I'm going to go order us some food and portal us home. You just relax ok?” He waits for Donnie to nod before Leo starts applying some alcohol to a cotton ball. “I’ll be honest though, I’m sorta surprised you made it here safely.”

Don for the first time since Leo entered Hueso’s office looks him with his tired blood shot eyes. A soft smile forming on his face as he relaxes. “Yeah,” he whispers. ”Me too.”

[quasieli]

top six: fictional characters that give you gender envy, flowers, little things that make you happy and d&d moments :D

Ooh lotsa questions!

Gender Envy:

1) Bow from She-Ra (2018). Something about buff athletic dude who wears crop tops and is soft as hell is very Gender to me.

2) Vax from Critical Role. Pretty boy, kinda goth rogue? That’s sexy as hell and I wish that was me. 

3) In a wildly different idea of gender envy, I’ve been thinking about it lately and @quantum-lesbian’s character in the Frostmaiden game I’m in with them, Ambrose, is Big Gender. Beautiful non-binary drow with a starry and kinda witchy aesthetic that dresses super grandly and ostentatiously no matter the occasion? Yes please.

4) Pete from The Unsleeping City, specifically season two. I adore season one Pete but season two Pete that works in a queer bookshop and has a teapot arcane focus, is artsy and is unapologetically a trans man who doesn’t give a shit about gender roles? Sign me the fuck up.  

5) Beau from Critical Role. Buff GNC lesbian mixed with academia, but like academia from the prospective of a grad student with ADHD trying to learn everything about their special interests? A+, I love her and I’m jealous. 

6) I’m gonna cheat a lil bit for this last one. I know the prompt is fictional characters, but Julia Lepetit and Jacob Andrews in their Hitman streams? Simultaneously both of them were Gender for me. Jacob esp felt like that for me, which is weird cause dresses can make me dysphoric, but I am also slightly envious of the Dude in a Dress type of gender presentation. 

Can you tell that I’m a confused trans masc enby

Gonna put it under the cut from here cause oof, there’s still a lot more.

Flowers:

1) Big slut for Sunflowers, always have been, always will be.

2) Fun fact, my dad’s family used to own a flower shop (in like the 70s, so I never got to see it :(), and one of their big things was hydrangeas. My dad has always loved them and now I love the snowballs too!  

3) A recent favorite, the Baker’s Globe Mallow. It’s a type of flower that only grows from the soils of forests that have been affected by wildfires. It’s a simple little flower but I love the idea of something beautiful rising from the ashes after tragedy. A little dramatic, but I’m queer, ofc I’m dramatic.

4) Roses are another important flower to my family (Rose was a family name for a couple generations), and ya know, they’re a classic. 

5) There’s this beautiful magnolia tree in front of my house that blooms with the most beautiful white and pink flowers every spring, and it’s one of my favorite things to see every year. 

6) There’s so many different types of Lillies and they’re all very pretty, but the Purple Stargazer is prob my favorite.

Little Things That Make Me Happy:

1) My cat, Maddie. She may be a cranky girl at times, but she is also very sweet and will always be my baby (even though she is 12). 

2) Not a little thing really, but my best friend. Just getting a sweet/silly text from her or the two of us chilling in a room, sitting in a comfortable silence because we just like being together, nothing better. 

3) Baking, esp if I’m doing it for others. I’m not much of a sweets person myself, a little treat every once in a while type person, but I love baking. It’s a very relaxing process for me, even when it can sometimes get stressful, but seeing people enjoying something I made, especially something that brought me great joy to make, is simply the best. 

4) In the same sorta vein, crafting and other art, but that’s a bit more personal. I love making things for others, but art, particularly drawing, is something I do more for me. It’s such a great feeling when you can get into a really good art mood and just sink yourself into a project. I love it.

5) My plush toys. Yes, I am a 23 year old, no I will not stop loving my plushies. I just got a few new friends, which I made a post about recently, and they such good cuddle buddies. However, there is one king amongst them all. I have this old, beat up christmas puppy beanie baby, on his tag named Jingle Pup, but I just call him Jingle. I had one version of him since I was like 6, but he currently lives on a shelf cause he is very beaten up and fragile, but his “brother”, who I got when I was 8, is still in kinda good shape and is currently chilling on my chest as I type this lol.

6) Again, not a little thing, but it’s important to mention; D&D. The game itself is such a joy, but truly the best part of it is the people. I love creating stories and memories with people through this weird little game. Truly one of my favorite things to do.

D&D Moments:

These are all gonna be personal moments, rather than anything from actual play shows/podcasts. RC is Reforged Campaign, where I play Saube, and FM is Frostmaiden, where I play Sparks.

1) RC - Meeting Mahety, Saube’s girlfriend. We met her way back in session 12 and we are now up to like session 73. Saube saw her and was immediately big heart eyes at her but also felt a bit awkward and shy. So, being a game a dice, I decided to roll. 10 or higher, Saube would talk to her, 9 or lower, she’d stay put. I rolled a 17, 17 is now a lucky number for me. I love Mahety and I’d die for her. 

2) FM - This was an insane fight that should not have been so crazy, but in a fairly early session, my group went up against an angry druid and her awakened animals. So much batshit stuff happened in that fight, and we unfortunately lost our bread loving bard (RIP Agneyis), but one of my favorite combat turns happened in this fight. Our artificer, Omaren, has a robe of useful items and one of the patches on it creates a large pit. Thinking quickly, Omaren tore off the patch, slid it under one of the dire wolves we were fighting and created a looney tunes style pit under it, allowing us to take it out easily via pot shots. Such a clutch move and such a funny visual, especially because the dire wolf kept failing the checks to get out of the pit.  

3) RC - Saube’s Zebrith (I will never remember how this actually spelled RIP). So, for context, Saube ended up with a death curse (long story) that mechanically meant they had disadvantage on any death saving throws. Scary as hell, need to get that fixed! So, Saube and their party had to be smuggled into another country to talk with some religious leaders of a goddess known as The First, the goddess of death. They were told that Saube would have to go through the aforementioned ritual, which included her soul leaving her body for a short period of time. During this ritual, her friends had to call back to her, to say things that would bring her back to her body and I still cry thinking about that game. That ritual was not only important for Saube bodily, but spiritually as well. After that ritual, Saube officially became a cleric of The First! 

4) A real sappy one, RC - Saube meeting all of her friends. Anyone who follows along with the rantings on my blog probably knows how important this game is to me. I met this random group of strangers on tumblr and formed a D&D party with them and now, a year and a half later, I honestly think it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I know that sounds silly and dramatic but not only has this game brought me so much joy and comfort, but I also gained a group of really amazing friends who have been nothing but amazing since day one. As much as Saube knows she can depend on SICL, I know I can depend on my group of weirdos lol. We both love our friends very much and even though we’ve all been through some crazy shit, we wouldn’t change it for the world.    

5) RC - Just playing Saube in general. I really didn’t intend for it to be this way, but Saube is very much a reflection of myself. She is the first long term character I have ever played and so much of me is in her. I try not to treat D&D like therapy, because that’s unfair to my DM and fellow party members, but playing Saube has allowed me to work through some of my own problems, especially social anxiety, in a lot safer of an environment. It isn’t so much that I’m asking this game to help me fix my life, but playing out these scenarios that, in the real world, would make me anxious or make me freak out, I can stop, take a moment to breathe and work out these issues in a way that makes sense to me. Playing her has led me to understanding myself a bit better, as well, and that’s truly such a wonderfully unexpected gift from this whole experience. 

6) Lastly, a silly one: RC - Getting a crit 6. The last session of this game got real interesting. Saube’s party ended up in the ethereal plane and magic got real fucky there. So, any time any of us tried to cast a spell, we’d roll a d20, not look at the result, and then try to guess what number rolled. The closer to the number, the better the result. A few times, a few people managed to get within like 3 or 4 of their roll, but oh the power I felt when I rolled a 6 (on Saube’s die!) and guessed it correctly! So, not only did the spell (Bless) work, but it worked super well. So instead of getting +1d4 to attack rolls and saving throws, Saube and two other party members got +2d4 to attacks, saving throws and skill checks. So powerful I broke the rules of D&D lmao. 

[yadelah]

Can you talk about your EMDR therapy? I've seen it mentioned as a really good option for some people, but I haven't read any first-hand accounts.

Okay so it’s kinda weird but it’s been super effective for me

First step is they’ll create your timeline of memories with major reactions. The stuff that causes you to have physical manifestations and sensations when you remember. It’s like a pot that’s too hot to touch. My therapist had me name these memories and put them in a folder. I don’t have to talk about. I just have to name them and be able to recall them. Then we go about and I create more folders of memories that come to mind that have similar physical sensations? And those memories are considered linked.

Then! We write down a list of things I love and can talk about. The things that light up your eyes. Where you’re enthusiastic to talk about and remember and reminisce. I’ve talked about Slime Rancher, Monster Rancher, Animes, I’m going to talk about learning and making Clay for next weeks session. Because having a list of things that brings you joy is a prerequisite you get the side bonus of learning how to clock when you’re having a really good time and better able to recall those moments.

Now, this next bit is where I say I am not a professional, I’m just going to describe the process and the theory but you should really really get a professional to guide you through it.

So there’s this weird bit with the brain where if you tap one side of your body and then tap the other side. The literal process the brain has to do to process those sensations will also engage a thing in your brain. If you do the alternating taps fast, it’ll help you quickly process your emotions. So it’s really useful for panic attacks and high emotional states. That’s called the butterfly technique and there’s a video about it on YouTube. Now! If you do the tapping slowly, it’s not about processing, it’s about programming.

It’s like that super Mario speed run trick where the player can actually reprogram a certain bit of the memory using in character actions? You are doing a natural process to hack your brain.

SO x3 (times three not kitty face), this is the emdr flash technique that brings in all the prep together. The therapist will ask you to access the memory of one of the files. You bring it up but try to keep yourself one foot in and one foot out. Or like it’s happening outside a car window and you are just viewing the scenery. (This is where you can ground yourself as an eject button if it’s too rough). Once you access that memory, without having to talk about it, you just think about it, the therapist will ask you to talk about the thing that brings you joy and has you tapping your legs. The therapist will tap with you and you are to keep pace with them.

The therapist will ask you to blink a few times to, like, really program it in.

Now, you do all that and then guess what happens? Immediately, I am talking RIGHT AFTER, when you’re asked to access the memory the intensity of it will go down.

On a scale of 1 to 10 I’ve had shit that hits with an 8. Memories that literally lock me down and make me static for hours become 2s or 0s. It’s wild!

The memories are still there but they have the same emotional effect as remembering when you sneezed one time. I was no longer locked down or become angry or sad or panicked. It just sorta existed in my head.

Also another disclaimer, I seem to be exceedingly good at it? Literally my therapist said I’ll do in one session that it’ll take others 5?? I think it’s cuz I used to practice lucid dreaming and there’s a ton of crossover skills for digging through memories and letting your brain take you places when building your timeline?

But it’s amazingly freeing. It honestly feels like when your computer gets rid of the malware and viruses and suddenly you get a performance boost. I don’t spend nearly as much time now stuck in reoccurring memories. I still do and I’m finding new ones but I legit forget about some of them because they no longer have any bite to them.

It’s like once touching a burning pan and now you are super detrimentally conscious of that pan from now on. But then if you hambone and talk about something you enjoy after thinking about that burn memory suddenly that memory isn’t special. It has no more power over you.

Edit to add: OH!! I forgot the coolest bit! Remember when I said those memories were linked? When the weirdest thing is that when you work on getting the 8s down to 2s, the 3s and 4s will more than likely become 0s on their own because working on one memory is basically working on all the linked memories.

Hope that helps!

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Marked (Part 22)

Dean x Reader

Word Count: ~3880

Warnings: This is like 95% fluffy sweet domestic smut. No actual bangin’ happens, just dry-humping and thigh-riding and a bit of a facial aaaaaand... yeah. It’s smutty. 

A/N: Two more chapters and then an epilogue, and this is kinda sorta done, I guess? Holy shit. 

Catch up HERE. 

Dean was lying face-down, using me as a pillow while I scratched and rubbed the base of his skull; all the little pressure points, the places that made him melt, were the same as I remembered. He groaned into the softness of my stomach when he heard the knock. 

Sam rapped on the door again.  

Dean grabbed his pajama pants as he rolled out of bed. He hopped into them and opened the door just enough to stick his head out.

“Jody called, she said there’s - wait. Wait a second. Did you - is she…”

Dean was running a hand through his already disastrous hair, shrugging. I giggled.

“I can handle this one on my own,” Sam said. I could hear the grin in his voice.

I watched Dean start to shake his head, reluctant, but Sam cut him off before he could protest.

“I’ll just…go. Right now.”

Dean mumbled something gruff that I couldn’t quite make out. He closed the door and turned back to me, a smile tugging at his lips.

I made grabby hands in his direction, and he tumbled back into bed, pouncing on me. He kissed me like he’d been gone for years, instead of seconds.

———

Dean kept running his hands over me, wide-eyed, stroking my skin like he’d never seen it before.

This couldn’t possibly be the same Dean I’d first met, with his careful teasing touch and feral sharp-edged smiles. That Dean had played my body like an instrument, precise and skilled, pulling out the melody with focused intent. Then he had softened, let me in, his fingers shaping harmonies for the sheer joy of it, dancing expertly over familiar scales just to enjoy the music.

This, though… this was like he’d never touched me before. He was caressing me like he was stunned by each note, pressing his fingers over the dips and ridges of my ribs like they were frets, astounded as every new tone vibrated out and filled the air. He touched me until my nerve endings were singing for him, my entire body resonating, striking chords that rang out and filled the air.

Speech would be pointless. It would only interfere with the music.

My stomach rumbled. I laughed. 

Dean was tracing swirls around the knobbly bones of my knee, resting his head on my thigh, and he raised an eyebrow at me. We both grinned. He shrugged and started to drag himself up my body, pausing to lick my collarbone.

He sighed as he flopped down next to me, yawning, but when he raised his arms over his head to stretch he made a face and quickly lowered them again.

I wrinkled my nose and rolled my eyes at him before digging around and retrieving his flannel from the foot of the bed. I wrapped it around me. Dean pulled on his worn pajama pants again, tying the drawstring so they draped low on his hips. We held hands as we walked down the hallway to the bathroom, bumping into each other, giggly and dazed.

Dean turned on one of the big old showerheads along the tiled wall. He tested it, waiting until the water started to steam, and then stepped in, groaning happily when the spray hit his face. I hung back for a moment and enjoyed the view while he lathered up. Then he shot me a hazy, heavy-lidded grin through the growing cloud of steam, and my fingers itched to touch.

The water was blistering-hot, just the way I liked it; Dean used to complain, when we showered together, but he had remembered. I stood still for a moment, letting the heat stream down my skin and soak into my muscles.

I tilted my head back obediently when he stepped behind me and let him wash my hair. He was always so gentle, massaging my scalp with tiny circling movements as he rubbed in the shampoo, running his fingers carefully through the tangles, protecting my eyes from suds with one hand while he smoothed my hair back with another and let the water wash it all away.

When he was done I just sagged back against him. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me from behind, and I put my hands over his, lacing our fingers together as he held me. We were quiet. 

I closed my eyes and let my head fall back on his shoulder, tilting my face up to the scalding water. I felt like I could melt, for a moment; all my hard edges and prickly defenses had dissolved, leaving nothing but the syrupy-sweet goo inside, and in a moment I’d slide from Dean’s embrace and spiral down the drain, swirling away into nothingness.

I turned in his arms, running my hands up his biceps and then his neck, tracing the angle of his jaw with my thumbs. He was flushed pink in the heat. Water was streaming down his face, beading on his nose and dripping off his parted lips, making his long eyelashes look spiky and dark. He smiled at me lazily. The sight of him made my head spin, still.

I kissed him, slow and sweet. His mouth was slippery, lips sliding against mine, and I licked water from the curve of his smile like I was taking little sips of him. He sighed, a quiet happy contented sound under the rushing of the shower. I felt like I was completely enveloped in him, the water making it harder to feel where he ended and I began; his body was pressed to mine, his palms rubbing circles over my back, the two of us floating in our own bubble of foggy steam and heat, and for all I cared the rest of the world had ceased to exist. It was Dean, and me, and the slick wet pressure of his mouth, and I wanted to kiss him long enough to make up for all the time I’d spent not kissing him.

I’m not sure how long we stood there under the running water. Dean’s stomach growled this time, loud and insistent, interrupting my trance, and he laughed sheepishly against my lips.

He turned off the water. I shivered a little as the air hit my skin, and he darted over to grab a big, worn-soft towel from a hook on the wall. He draped it around his shoulders and then enveloped me in it as well, holding me close again as he rubbed my back and my arms with the thin cotton. I rested against his chest, letting him take care of me as I went completely boneless. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. Between that and the lightheadedness from heat, my knees were starting to go wobbly.

Dean scrubbed the towel over my hair. I made a soft noise into the damp curve of his neck and licked a bead of water from the hollow of his throat.

He wrapped me up in the towel before going to grab our discarded clothes, and I smiled as I watched him hop clumsily back into his pajama pants, looking just as dizzy and uncoordinated and kiss-dazed as I felt.

I let the towel fall. Dean looked me up and down, eyes smoldering, and I blushed as I slipped back into his flannel. When he turned away to head for the bathroom door, I watched muscles shift and ripple under the bare damp skin of his back, and I wondered (not for the first time) how it was even possible to be this attracted to someone. I wanted nothing more than to tackle him down onto the tile and fuck until all that skin was criss-crossed with red reminders of where my fingernails had been.

God, I loved him.

I caught up, and when I slid my arm around his waist he grinned sideways at me and reached down to give my ass a squeeze. The ache in my chest subsided to something manageable again.

Dean gathered ingredients for pancakes. I collected a bowl and spoons and cups, he scooped and poured, I stirred. We didn’t need to say a word.

The way he kept touching me spoke loud enough: his hand on the small of my back as he moved behind me, his hip and shoulder bumping against mine as we worked together, his fingers rubbing the tense knot at the base of my neck as I started ladling batter onto the pan. He moved away long enough to start a fresh pot of coffee while I cooked, but then he was back, drinking left-handed so that he could wrap an arm around me. I snaked my arm around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder, nuzzling bare skin, alternating between flipping pancakes and taking slow sips of coffee with my free hand.

When we sat down to eat, scooting our chairs closer together at the corner of the table, Dean nudged his foot against my ankle under the table, like he wanted to check that I was still close enough to touch. He smiled sideways at me and shoveled the first bite into his mouth, eating with his usual indecent enthusiasm. I rolled my eyes at the pornographic sound that came out of his mouth, but then I rubbed my toes against his ankle, smiling down at my plate. My chest felt too full again.

We took our time eating. I made him stop, at one point, so that I could suck a drop of maple syrup from his lower lip.

I rinsed the dishes. He put the flour and eggs away, then wiped down the counter. I wrung out the sponge and went over to where he was rubbing at a stubborn spot of syrup, leaning over to try to scrub it away.

Dean put his rag down and plastered himself against my back, taking the sponge from my hand and tossing it into the sink before I could finish, but I didn’t protest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed gently, bear-hugging me, sidling closer and crowding me until my hipbones were pressed into the edge of the counter.

He brushed my damp hair out of the way and bent to kiss my neck. I dropped my head forward, let my eyes close, and tried to memorize the moment: his lips on my skin, his hands on my waist, the slow satisfied way he was breathing, the smooth surface of the counter under my palms and the warmth where Dean was pressed against my back.

With my eyes closed I didn’t realize that he was toying with one of the buttons until I felt cool air hitting my belly. Then he was tucking his fingers inside the shirt, sliding one hand under the fabric and reaching up to cup the curve of my breast. He skimmed the rough calloused pad of his thumb down over my nipple, then back up, the blunt edge of his fingernail dragging slightly against sensitive skin. He kept doing it, back and forth, such a small slow movement it could’ve almost been accidental, still kissing the side of my neck, lips brushing a sweet lazy trail from my shoulder to my ear and back again. I sighed happily and shifted my weight, relaxing back against him.

The hum under my skin started low, barely noticeable. The first blush of heat crept into the base of my stomach. His thumb stroked, hypnotic, back and forth, and his mouth explored delicate skin, and I savored the moment for what it was, not even thinking about what came next.

Then the tip of his tongue traced the shell of my ear, tickling. Just as I giggled and tried to flinch away, he rolled my nipple gently between his thumb and his index finger, pinching just hard enough to make me gasp and shiver. I arched into the touch, turning my head so that I could rub my cheek against his, catlike, basking in the pleasure of it.

I could feel him getting hard through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. I rocked back on my heels, rubbing my ass against the stiff line of his cock, anticipating just as much as I was teasing him. His breathing had gone harsh against my ear. He was still circling his thumb over my nipple, grazing taut pebbled skin, but it was in a distracted, careless way, now.

I reached back, slipping my hand between us so that I could cup the length of him, pressing the heel of my hand to the base of his dick as I rubbed his balls. His hips stuttered forward and he groaned low in his chest.

He was moving, abruptly, trying to pull his hand out of my shirt and spin me around without actually putting any distance between our bodies, and it took us a second to untangle ourselves where we were pretzeled together. I giggled, but as soon as we were face to face he was kissing me, stealing the breath from my lungs. My head was spinning. I could feel him smiling between eager kisses, all teeth and tongue and hunger as he bent me backward with the force of it.

Dean shoved one of his knees between mine, my feet skidding on the cool kitchen floor as I spread them wider and tried to keep my balance. He slid his hands down to my ass, squeezing, hitching me forward, and the dull friction of his thigh between my legs made me hiss when he rocked his hips.

His hands were roaming my body, fisting a handful of my shirt and then tangling in my hair to tug my head back, hard enough to sting and draw a needy little moan from my throat. He was rutting against me, his cock rock-hard where it was digging into my hip. I met every thrust, grinding into him, and I felt like a fucking teenager again, clumsy and graceless, fumbling through without any sort of finesse, just letting myself do whatever felt good… and fuck, it felt good.

It wasn’t the way he was touching me, not exactly. It wasn’t about rhythm or the precise mechanics of how our bodies fit together. It was just the fact that it was Dean. It felt messy and chaotic and fucking perfect, because it was Dean, and I wanted every part of me against every part of him, wanted to grab and shove and make a home for myself under his skin, wanted to touch and never stop touching.

The thought flitted through the back of my head without permission: I could spend the rest of my life touching him.

Dean was tugging up the hem of the flannel I was still wearing, getting rough hands on my skin again, gripping my waist hard enough to bruise as his body surged against mine. I was practically crushed between him and the counter; I didn’t fucking care. I dragged my fingernails down his back and he moaned against my lips. He dropped his forehead to my shoulder and fumbled with one of my buttons, making a rough impatient noise.

He nipped at my pulse point carelessly and yanked at the fabric hard enough to send at least one button skittering across the floor. I laughed, breathless. He ran his hands up my chest, palming at my breasts, calluses scraping over the sensitive peaks of my nipples, and my laugh broke into a ragged sigh. I arched up, luxuriating in the feel of my bare skin against his. He was panting into the crook of my neck, rocking forward and working his hips in figure-eights, and I could feel the desperation in the tense lines of his muscles, the way his movements had gone choppy and urgent.

I pulled at the waistband of his pajama pants, trying to get my hands on him, but he wouldn’t pause long enough for me to get a grasp on the drawstring until I shoved him, flipping us so that his back was against the counter, and fell to my knees. It felt like a century before I could get the stupid knot untied.

When I swirled my tongue over the flushed-hot head of his cock, I could taste salty pre-come, sharp over the freshly-showered clean of his skin. I let my mouth stretch around him and slid down as far as I could. My swollen lip stung, and my knees ached where they made contact with the cold cement floor, and the pain was grounding, almost, keeping me anchored as I lost myself in the feel-taste-smell of him.

Dean was shaking under my hands, cock thick and hot on my tongue, fingers tangling in my hair. I pulled back far enough to take a deep breath and then swallowed him down again, inch by inch, until he bumped the back of my throat and I couldn’t take any more. I choked but didn’t stop; I fought down my gag reflex and sucked him harder, humming around him, and he let out a strangled cry, his hips bucking forward.

I just wanted to feel him fall apart. He was close. I could feel it in the way his fingers tightened in my hair, pulling sharply, every time he twitched forward. I laved my tongue against the base of his dick and raked my nails gently over his hipbones, down his thighs, and he gasped, shuddering, rocking deeper into my throat. He was trying to stutter out a warning, his voice hoarse and unsteady.

I curled my hand around his cock and stroked, firm and slick, where my mouth couldn’t reach. I looked up at him through my lashes. His jaw was slack and his pupils were blown and he was making an anguished, barely-human noise, and all it took was one last suck, hollowing my cheeks around him, before I felt the gut-punch jolt of his orgasm through his body.

The first pulse flooded my mouth, intense and bitter. I pulled off, letting the rest hit my lips and my cheek and my chin as I swallowed. I stroked him through it, flicking my tongue over the tip to catch the last drops, until he was over-sensitized and shaking, flinching away.

Dean practically melted, knees buckling. He slid down with his back against the cabinets until he was kneeling, face to face with me, and his chest heaved as he took a few deep breaths. I smiled at him, licking his taste off my swollen lips. His stare was dark and wild, eyelashes fluttering as he watched my mouth. He swiped his thumb over my cheek and held it to my lips. I sucked it clean, holding eye contact, and Dean growled low in his throat.

He grabbed me without warning, tugging me toward him. I scrambled forward without any more prompting than that. He was sitting back on his heels, so I straddled one of his thighs, pressing my chest to his as he kissed me.

Fucking hell. I’d almost forgotten how wet I was. The press of his leg against my cunt was more than enough to remind me.

I settled myself closer and wriggled shamelessly. Dean shifted to accommodate me, the muscles of his thigh flexing, and I whined, twisting, grinding down. My clit ached at the blunt pressure.

Dean grabbed my ass, helping me move, and I rolled my hips. I looked down, watching our bodies move together. There was a fucking wet spot on his thigh, slick and glistening where I was spread open and dragging my pussy against him. It made the slide sweet and easy when I rocked down, over and over, feeling my pulse between my legs as the friction sent ripples of sizzling heat through me. My vision crackled and sparked at the edges.

Dean ducked his head, biting sharply at the sensitive spot under my ear. I writhed against him, groaning, losing my coordination and rhythm as my clit throbbed and my empty cunt clenched around nothing. I made a needy, embarrassing noise, head rolling back, clutching at his shoulders for balance as my muscles went shaky and useless. He reached between us, sliding two thick fingers into me and letting me screw my hips down, working them in deeper, until he could curl his fingertips into my g-spot.

His hand was trapped against his leg as I fucked myself on his fingers. The angle must’ve been awful on his wrist, but he didn’t let up, just pressed the heel of his hand into my clit. I saw stars.

Electricity went skip-hop-jittering up my spine. All I could do was squeeze around him, dripping-wet and desperate, my body moving on pure instinct, and then a wave of heat drew me tight like a bowstring, making my back arch and my vision dissolve in a sparkling haze as I came around Dean’s fingers, shouting and shuddering and clinging to him.

He kissed my temple, my cheek, my jaw, letting me slump uselessly against him as I caught my breath. I whimpered when he pulled his fingers away. Then I realized he was licking them clean. I sat up, light-headed, blinking stupidly, and watched the pink shine of his tongue where it was swirling over his knuckles. He grinned at me when he was done, sharp and sparkling, a perfect heart-stopping counterpoint to the soft, raw, tender gleam in his eyes.

My knees twinged, reminding me that I’d been kneeling on a fucking concrete floor, and I slid clumsily from Dean’s lap, collapsing next to him in an awkward tangle of limbs. He hauled me back up, suddenly scooping me into his arms and standing up like my weight was nothing.

He almost tripped; his pajama pants were still hooked around his ankles. I squeaked, alarmed, but he just chuckled, kicking them away, and started to carry me down the hallway, back to his room.

I curled into his chest, feeling his laugh reverberate through his ribcage, listening to the perfect steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

——-

He was kissing the thin skin of my wrist, working his way up my arm, when the shrill tone of his cellphone broke the spell. He slapped at it blindly until the ringing stopped. There was a ding, a voicemail alert, and he picked it up reluctantly.

The color drained from his face slowly as he listened. Cold fear slithered up my spine.

He set the phone down and got up jerkily, without a word. I watched him get dressed, my nerves jangling like a cacophony of alarm bells, my lungs constricting and making speech impossible.

It wasn’t until he had pulled on his boots and turned to go, still silent and holding himself rigid, that I could manage to speak.

“Dean?”

He grimaced and paused with his hand on the doorknob.

“Sam’s hurt,” he said.

He looked me in the eye for the first time since the phone call. He opened his mouth, closed it again silently, and shrugged.

“Be safe,” I whispered. My voice came out shredded and small.

Pain flickered over his features. His lips pressed into a thin grim line and he nodded tersely.

The door snapped shut behind him, deafening. I was left alone in the cold, echoing silence of the bunker.

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[fatbottombucky]

Dreidel *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

This is for @sexylibrarian1​ :) I don’t know if you’ve played Dreidel, I recommend looking into the rules and playing it with a few friends, I’m pretty sure me and my family play it kinda wrong... so, I’ve tried to go through the proper rules and it come across a bit weird cause I’ve also thrown in a few of my fam’s rules lol

Pairing: Bucky x [F]Reader (Jewish Reader)

Additional Characters: Sam Wilson & Wanda Maximoff 

Rating: [13+] Teen

Warnings: None, just fluffy goodness

“You sure they want to?” You asked your boyfriend in a whispered breath, gnawing at your bottom lip and holding the small pewter box. 

He lets slip a sigh, casting his azure eyes down at you, “Of course, they’re really excited to meet you and play this game.” 

You nod and smile slightly. The nerves didn’t leave you though, despite only hearing nice things about Bucky’s friends and, obviously, they’re Avengers so they’re bound to be nice. You still had this deep dread that they didn’t like you, that they would tell Bucky you’re not attractive or wrong for him. 

You’re just a normal person; not a superhero or a vigilante.  You met Bucky because of your friendship with Steve Rogers during the snappening, you went to the weekly meetings he held at the VA. You lost everyone during those five years, you tried to get through and your talks with Captain America sorta helped. 

Now you’re still trying to rebuild your old life, sure everyone is back but everything has changed. 

The best change has been Bucky, you still need to thank Steve for introducing you to him. It was a chance meeting, a weird one at that because Steve was suddenly old... well, looked old. But Bucky had captured your heart from the moment you met him, despite his initial awkward stage, once he warmed to you there was no going back.

Now you’re at the stage of meeting one another’s family and friends, granted that Buckys’s family is now his friends; the pressure was starting to get to you. You thought Bucky meeting your Jewish family was bad stress, meeting Bucky’s superhero family was worse.

“Stop worrying,” lips press to your temple, “they’re going to love you.” 

You let a small sigh, squeezing his hand lightly as he walked up the porch steps and watch as he opened the front door to Sam’s house. You raised an eyebrow as Bucky just lets himself in, he gives a cheeky smile over his shoulder as he leads you in. 

“Samwise?” Bucky yells you let out a short snicker before seeing the Falcon give his friend a disapproving look, “Door was unlocked, I’ve told you many times to lock it.” 

Sam only rolls his eyes, “Hi Y/N, I’m Sam,” he steps forward and holds his arms out for a hug, which you gladly accept whilst chuckling. “Happy Hanukkah,” you smile brightly as Sam does a proud, victorious smile at your reaction. 

“He only said that because I reminded him that you’re Jewish,” Bucky snickers and hugs Wanda tightly, allowing the girl to greet you briefly. 

“Still,” you begin, “It’s the sentiment that counts, James.” 

Sam only nods in agreement, “I’ll drink to that,” he downs half a cup of eggnog as you chuckle. 

You end up sitting in Sam’s living room, glasses of various hot drinks being consumed along with cookies shaped like trees. The movie It’s A Wonderful Life serving as background noise to the mindless chatter, Sam and Bucky deep in conversation about sports, yourself and Wanda in conversation about life. 

“Bucky tells me that you were alone during those five years,” Wanda smiles softly and you nod, “must’ve been rough, Clint doesn’t really talk about what happened during that time just because it’s… painful.” 

“I was lucky enough to find Steve a year in,” you smiled, “it was nice to just have a friend, I guess. All my family was snapped, there wasn’t much reason for my job. I ended up going to one of his meetings and then I kinda relied on it.” 

Wanda nodded, “Can’t imagine the holiday seasons were that fun. I mean, holidays without my brother are bad enough, but without everyone?” The mere thought of being alone makes the Maximoff girl shudder.

A deep exhale left you, you hardly celebrated any Jewish holiday during those years. It was hard to, especially without your family. You may not stick to your Jewish roots through the entire year, but during the holidays you kept up the traditions. 

“I got Steve to celebrate Hanukkah with me once,” Sam raised his eyebrows at that, “it wasn’t anything grand, we lit the Menorah and ate latkes, played a few games of Dreidel too. It was like a stripped back version of Hanukkah for me, probably, what my bubbe used to do back in her days- well, Steve’s also, but he isn’t Jewish.” 

You shake your head cursing yourself for rambling, meeting Bucky’s eyes who are sparkling with amusement at your little ramble. He looks like he’s about to say something but Sam breaks the silence before him, almost spilling the contents of his drink as he talks. 

“Dreidel, that’s the game you bought, right?” You nod once, “I’mma need a rundown of this game, also I’m incredibly competitive, so no cheating since you must know all the tricks.” He gives you a stern glare as he lowers himself to the floor, watching you open the small box you came with. 

You let slip a giggle, “It’s hard to cheat at Dreidel, my brother always found a way though, I still have no idea how.” Wanda gets comfortable beside Bucky’s legs, “rules are simple enough, I even brought along the Dreidel that has the translation on, so I won’t be able to cheat by making it up to better me.”

You start by pulling out chocolate coins, instantly grabbing Bucky’s attention, handing them out evenly till you all have 15 each. “Okay, start by placing one of your coins into the centre, we’ll do this every round,” Sam looks reluctant to let his piece go but he does once Bucky throws his into the pile. “Now I’ll spin the Dreidel, each letter means something,” you spin the Dreidel and it lands with a dull thud on Nun. “That means do nothing, so I do nothing, now it’s Wanda’s turn but first,” you throw a coin in and watch as everyone does the same. 

You watch as Wanda spins the Dreidel, also landing on Nun before it’s passed to Sam you each put a new coin. “We’ll do this till someone runs out or wins all the coins, by the way,” Sam already looks tense as he counts his remaining coins. His spin lands on Shin, “you have to put in two coins,” the disbelief on his face is priceless.” 

Bucky takes his turn, “Hay,” he smiles triumphantly, “take half the pot!” 

The little chuckle that emits from the Winter Soldier is priceless, pulling the chocolate coins towards him with a smirk that sets the Falcon off. 

“Every game. I swear, every game we play,” Sam sulks, even though he hasn’t even lost, yet. 

“There’s still a chance for you to get Gimel, that means everything in the pot,” you try to defuse the situation- and it works… briefly. 

By the end of the first game, Bucky was winning, not even caring to hide his laugh as Sam kept getting Shin or Nun. The second game, that was mostly for Sam, it was an equal playing field. By the third game, it was just between the two, yourself and Wanda sat and watched, laughing and mostly rooting for Sam- much to Bucky’s dismay. 

“That game,” Sam sighed as he walked you and Bucky to his door, “you have to bring it to the new Avengers HQ,” you nod with a grin, “I’m totally gonna kick T’Challa’s ass at it.” He hugs you goodbye. 

“Have a good Christmas, Sammy,” he gives you a mock glare but a smile is hidden beneath as he waves you down the path. 

The walk back to your place is silent, your hand is in Bucky’s once again and you're swinging them as you walk, a bright grin plastered on your face despite the cold, frosty night air. 

“I told you,” Bucky breaks the silence, pulling you slightly into his side and letting go of your hand to wrap an arm around your waist, “they love you. Almost as much as I do,” that makes your heart flutter, even though you’ve heard those words before. 

“Didn’t think Sam would get that competitive at Dreidel, honestly.” 

Bucky chuckles, throwing his head back, “You’ve opened a can of worms with that one, I suspect he’s gonna buy his own to practice,” you let out a snort but you could totally see that happening. 

“Says you,” Bucky looks down at you, “you got the exact same when playing against my dad last week.” 

“And I still have yet to beat him, he’s really good at it,” Bucky sighs lightly, “One day. One day I will beat him at Dreidel, he won’t let me marry you till I prove that,” it’s clearly a joke but the seriousness of his voice makes you doubled over in laughter. “You laugh but in twenty years time when I still haven’t asked you, it’s because of that game.” 

You calm down and kiss his cold cheek softly, still giggling against his stubbly jaw. “You still gotta get through Rosh Hashanah, you missed this year due to being a superhero, next year… you’ll see. Next year we’ll go full Jewish, I’m willing to be super Christmasy with you this year.” 

Bucky only smiles down at you, he tightens his hold around your waist. He doesn’t really mind what you celebrate, the fact you picture spending the next year with him makes his heart fill with joy.

[softstraykidsimagines]

Boyfriend!Hyunjin

A/N: SHE PROTECC

SHE ATTACC

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY

SHE BACC

HI GUYS!!! I’m so happy to be posting again i cry :,)  i hope you enjoy!!!! i;ll be updating as much as i can without rushing too much :D

MASTERLIST

Prepare your wigs peeps

This is gonna make me swerve

I mean

cmon it’s Hyunjin

Let’s do this!

Prince Hyunjin

Is actually smooth af with his crush

He'll complement you whenever he gets the chance

Or gives you food

Basically your knight in shining armor

Ye, that’s not what actually happens

He's smiling like an idiot and about collapse when he’s with you because HE'S FREAKING OUT OK

So freaking nervous his heartbeat is always up when he’s with you

You sometimes think he’s about to have a heart attack and you’re not stupid you know why lmao

Same for when he confesses

At first he’s pretty calm about it

Just casually asked if you wanted to see a movie with him some time

“Like... a-as more than friends?”

You'd kinda expected it so you weren't too shocked when he asked you

So you said yes

Duh

And he does a double take

"Wait.... Are you serious? You want to?"

"Well yeah?"

"WHAT WHY"

Was good with flirting but didn't actually think you'd go out with him smh

Now every minute he just contemplates the fact that he has you

And he still can't believe it

Like shit dude

He’s with the y/n

You never feel unloved when you're with him

He loves going for long walks, just to talk and relax

Why does it sound like he's a dog here lmao

Will always take as many pictures of you as his phone storage will allow, his camera roll is stuffed with pics of you

Will insist on going to the park for a picnic, he just loves you and the sunshine

He loves to quietly slide your hand into his

But he always ends up giggling because he’s so giddy about being with you

Has to take a moment to charge up his courage before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek

He then goes an unreal shade of scarlet as he covers his face, muttering that he ‘can’t believe that he actually did it’! 

It takes him a while to finally gather up the courage to properly kiss you

Like.... a very long time

You were starting to get worried that he didn’t actually like you

Maybe he was just too nervous to tell you that it wasn’t working for him

buT NOPE

On one certain date, Hyunjin had prepared a cute little dinner on the practice room floor

He was so apologetic about the poor setting, but finally had stopped saying sorry when you’d told him for the 2376129th time that you were having fun

At some point, he just went uber silent, watching you not in a creepy way

You eventually noticed, and just stared back

“What?”

He didn’t say anything, but his eyes did widen a wee bit

“What are you lookin at, you’re sorta scaring m-”

He cut you off and just kissed you

BOI YOU WERE SO SHOCKED

Afterwards you both just stared at each other

And then Hyunjin goes all red

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that I’m sorry that was stupid you can slap me if you want!!!!”

“Bruh why would I want to slap you?!”

“You don’t hate me?”

facepalms for days

You meet the other boys only a few minutes later

Go figure

You’re talking casually, the embarrassment from the kiss wearing off

They all come stampeding into the practice room making an ungodly racket

And all go quiet when they realize what they’ve done

Changbin, bless him, tries to reduce the awful level of awkwardness: “*cough* uh hey, Hyunjin.... This must be y/n right?” He waves at you. “We’ve heard a lot about you, Hyunjin never stops talking about you”

He misses the death glare Hyunjin shoots him

Then Jisung

Freakin Jisung, man

Waltzes up: “Hyunjin’s cheeks are really pink”. He gives a cheeky smile. “You didn’t kiss did you?”

The room goes as quiet as a tomb

“OH SHIT YOU DIDN’T ACTUALLY KISS DID YOU????”

Of course Hyunjin completely loses his shit at the sight of you turning a deep red. “GODDAMMIT JISUNG STFU”

Ye your first meeting with SKZ wasn’t the best

But you all bonded rather quickly after

And Jisung buys you little snacks sometimes as an apology for your first awkward meeting

OH GOD THE BOYS ADORE YOU

If you’re ever sick, they always get snacks for Hyunjin to give you

And if you’re really under the weather, they’ll cover for Hyunjin so that he can stay with you and take care of you.

He wraps you in blankets

YOU ARE NOW A BURRITO

And tries to make soup for you

We know what cooking!Hyunjin leads to

You’re chilling on the couch and you suddenly hear a high-pitched scream

You’re up and sprinting to the kitchen at the speed of light still wrapped in a burrito

To find him fanning at a smoking pot

“WHAT THE FUCK HYUNJIN YOU JUST NEED TO HEAT IT UP HOW DID YOU START A MINI FIRE?”

You’re home doesn’t burn down thank goodness

And you end up heating some soup for yourself while Hyunjin watches

And it’s! hilarious! when he’s sick!

He becomes a little ten-year-old istg

But in a really cute way

He doesn’t ask for anything: food, to watch TV etc

Nah he just wants cuddles

The whole damn day

So while you’re struggling to keep a mask on and not getting sneezed on, this idiot is smiling like a puppy if puppies could smile, clinging onto you like a love-filled leach did that sound weird? i think that sounded really weird

i want this tattooed on my face thx

Now idk what this dude is afraid of

Something tells me one big fear would be to lose Stray Kids and the people he loves

And so I think he’d get kinda nervous when you both see less of each other and when he gets busier

You can’t talk as much because of his crazy schedule and with lack of sleep, he starts getting more irritated easier during the little intervals of time you get to see each other

At some point he might snap at you, maybe for no reason at all, and you’ll snap back indignantly

Yeah you love him but you’re not taking any attitude

If things get really bad, he just shakes his head, saying he needs some air

You’ll both give yourselves some space, but eventually Hyunjin becomes terrified that you’re too angry with him to talk again

So he goes to find you and talk

You both hug it out and decide to spent the rest of the day together for more quality time

And it’s totally worth Hyunjin getting an earful from Chan the next day

OK back to fluff quickly quickly

On the days Hyunjin goes somewhere, you sometimes join him in the car ride, tho you’re always super careful to never show your face when he gets out

Gotta stay hidden yknow?

You’ll both send cute little texts throughout the day and OOF just couple goals

You: hey check this out, this is me 2 u *sends heart meme*

Jiiniie<3: oh yeah? well this is me @ u! *sends heart meme with more hearts*

You: boi dont start smth u cant win!

And thus begins the heart meme wars

r they even called heart memes idk

i want this tattooed on my face pt2

We’ve already established that Hyunjin can’t cook for love or money

So if he even steps foot in the dorms’ kitchen

You bet that at least two other of his hyungs will follow for pure supervision

And he is not, under any circumstances, allowed to cook something by himself

And you’re grateful that your safety and world peace had been assured by this rule

Although, you’re allowed to cook together as long as you watch what he’s doing

If anything at all goes wrong, the blame is pinned on you

So it’s natural for you to treat these cooking projects as once-in-a-while occasions

Now when you ask about meeting his parents

Holy Hell

Stutters, clammy hands, flitting eyes, you name it

Hyunjin is so frickin nervous about you meeting his parents oof

You don’t understand why, like hey, how bad could it be right?

But pretty soon you get why Jinnie was nervous

His parents aren’t that trusting within the first hour of knowing you

You guess it might be because of poor past experiences?

Maybe Hyunjin had been judged or dated once too many times just for his looks?

The thought is enough to make you swear by all you know to always treat him like a treasure

You also make a mental note to ask him sometime

Eventually, his parents realize you have pure intentions and they become so much kinder and warmer

They let you know how welcome you are to visit whenever you want, they offer to send you off with some homemade cookies...

And Hyunjin gets so emotional at the beautiful site in front of him that he bursts into tears

Which causes you and his parents to tease and hug him

if you’re thick, let’s just be clear that im making a statement on how you should NOT judge Jinnie purely because he’s good looking, appreciate his talent!

Now, Hyunjin is kinda tall compared to the rest of SKZ hah im joking of course so it’s pure instinct to want to steal his shirts

Don’t lie, if you had the chance, you would take something i see right thru u

And at some point in your life, you stop realizing ‘hey, this isn’t my jumper!’ and just walk around in clothes that aren’t yours

And when this happens, three things follow:

You see a wild Hyunjin crashing through the apartment towards you, yelling happily that ‘that’s my favorite hoodie!!’ he tries to act like he’s angry and fails in 0.0000003 sec

He doesn’t slow down and freakin slams into you at full velocity, knocking you over or off anything you might be sitting on

He proceeds to tickle you mercilessly, until you either can’t breath and turn purple or until you commit an extreme act of violence in the name of self defense

Once this chaotic episode ends, most of the time with both of you are completely knackered and just lying on the floor

You both cool off by just cuddling and watching something on TV

Or reading something together!!!

I can totally see Hyunjin shoving one of his fav books in your face and insisting that you both take turns in reading aloud to each other

And you both react at the same time to shockers in the book, like you start crying together when a character dies who hasn’t had that traumatic experience or you both squeal with joy and hug each other tighter when something great happens

Did I just turn into a puddle of happy goo?

Yes I fuckin did.

I think Hyunjin wouldn’t take that long to tell you that he loves you

That doesn’t mean that he planned anything tho

HAH! Course he didn’t

Probs says it when he can barely think straight

Maybe you’re watching him dance late at night

You’d brought snacks to keep him going ‘cause he was working his ass off

And there you sit, marveling at his skill and fluidity while executing his choreo

You have a talent for hyping Hyunjin up while he dances, cheering when he leaps high into the air, gasping when he performs a complicated move, and aw-ing and his graceful poses ok im done now

When he finishes one of his more dramatic dances, you jump up with glee and tackle him in a hug despite him being sweaty, saying how proud you are

He hugs you back happily and says:

“I should be the proud one, having someone I love so much being so supportive of me”.

You both freeze, still hugging each other

And neither of you move or breathe for a moment

“What did you say?”

“UhhhHHHH NOTHING I SAID NOTHING”

“You said that you love me!”

“WAT NO I DIDN’T I-”

“HYUNJIN I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!”

“N- wait what?”

“I love you, dumbass” same tho

Oof that poor practice room has seen a lot of awkwardness

I’m cracking up just by thinking of how hopeless Hyunjin could become when SKZ are away

“Hey do you guys have a signal and/or data? I wanna Skype y/n and show them the beautiful view”.

*all of SKZ facepalms*

Always taking pictures to show you

In the evenings, you get a frickin cascade of notifications of both photos and messages from the poor boy telling you he misses you like crazy

When Skyping, he asks to see Khami, who you have the pleasure of caring for during his absence

You do question (mentally and then verbally) whether he calls to talk to you or his dog

He never answers the question heh

There’s lowkey a competition between you and Khami for Hyunjin’s affection

When the boys make their flight home, Hyunjin keeps you informed about everything that’s happening

I mean everything:

Jiiniie<3: we’re @ the airport :D     -6h ago

Jiiniie<3: waiting to board!     -5h ago

Jiiniie<3: they’re getting ready to go, i can’t wait to see you!! xxx      -5h ago

Jiiniie<3: will text you when we arrive, love!     -5h ago

Jiiniie<3: JUST LANDED! CANT WAIT TO HUG U     -31mins ago

Jiiniie<3: about to get our luggage!     -Just now

You get the point -_-

When you finally see each other, he runs at top speed to pick you up and spins you around

frickin goals man i feel so sad writing this :,)

He goes public in probably the most aesthetic way that’s physically possible

He posts a bunch of gorgeous photos-

Courtesy of Jisung

-of your silhouettes in front of sunsets

-Pics he took of you laughing during a cafe trip

-Bomb-ass selcas where you’re both lookin hella fine

Just

UGGHHH

SO! AESTHETIC!!!

Naturally, the internet freaks the fuck out

Both of you are kinda nervous about the explosive reaction

There are salty bitches who are telling you to piss off because they jelly

But the huge majority of Stay are crying with happiness and wishing you both well

this better happen in the future im watching all of u

And soon Hyunjin is talking about you on vLives, proud af because y/n freakin rules!

OhmyGod I love Hyunjin

Damn my heart be like < HYUNJIN 3 phew

[nellie-elizabeth]

Suits: If the Shoe Fits (9x05)

The status of Mike and Harvey's friendship was left way too vague for my tastes at the end of this episode. Please, please tell me Mike will be back for the finale!

Cons:

One thing about Mike being here is that it brought to focus how much better the show was when he was there. I'm serious. The banter in that opening scene between Mike and Harvey brought Harvey's character to life in a way I haven't seen since Mike left. Nothing in the chemistry between Harvey and Donna, or Harvey and Louis, or Harvey and Samantha, can compare to it. Mike and Harvey were the heart and soul of this show, and without one half of that dynamic, the energy just drops way down. It's like a frog in a pot of boiling water, though - you don't notice how much the show has gone downhill because you're kind of lulled into not noticing it. But then bam, Mike is back, and you remember how amazing this show was, once upon a time. Heavy sigh.

Turning to some more specific notes, I got flashbacks to Mike's time in prison when I was watching the final Mike and Harvey scene in this episode. Harvey was unimpeachable in his honesty, taking the loss gracefully and telling Samantha to back down. But then Mike doesn't get what he wants, and he blames Harvey for it and says Harvey has changed and is a bad person now or something. Mike has always had this moral high ground over Harvey and some of the other characters, but it's a really bad look to have him lording it over Harvey when in fact Harvey is not to blame, and is furious with Samantha for hurting Mike. Sometimes Mike Ross can't see the forest for the trees.

I thought Sheila and Louis' plot thread was just fine, but I was bummed that Mike didn't get more time with Louis and with some of the other characters. The feud between Mike and Samantha was fine, I guess, but Mike only got brief little moments with Katrina, Donna, and Louis. I wish we could have seen more of that instead of focusing on a subplot. Also, it always rubs me the wrong way when Louis and Sheila make comments about Louis' therapist being a "Nazi" because he's German. Didn't this guy say he was Jewish? Or had Jewish family or something? I don't know. It just seems kind of insensitive and ignorant.

Pros:

Mike! Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike!!! Let's just get into this, because having him back was such a joy.

As I said, Mike only got brief moments with some of the characters, but they were all great. Katrina and Mike kept up with their inside joke and shared a hug, Louis and Mike also hugged, and Mike gifted Louis a onesie for the baby. Louis is also the one who reminds Mike to not let bad blood at work get in the way of his friendship with Harvey. That's so sweet. Donna and Mike orchestrated the surprise visit for Harvey, which was kind of adorable. I'm just picturing Mike calling Donna and setting the whole thing up so he could be casually leaning against the counter when Harvey came in. How cute is that?

The case itself was really interesting, and I did like seeing Samantha and Mike pitted against each other. Mike came to New York to go up against Harvey specifically. He wanted to test himself against his former mentor, and Samantha was just supposed to be "along for the ride." I like that this episode presents this setup, and as a viewer you can immediately understand how things can go wrong very quickly. Harvey, Mike, and Samantha are all cut from the same cloth. They're the type of people who cross lines and play dirty, and when you have these people going up against each other, when there's also personal history at stake, things can go off the rails so quickly.

Harvey, as I mentioned above, does absolutely nothing wrong here. He does his best given the circumstances, and I love him for it. I love that his first concern when Mike brings up the case is making sure that he and Mike are okay at the end of it. He makes Mike promise that there will be no hard feelings when the case is over. And then, when it appears that Mike has won, Harvey bows out gracefully and invites Mike over to hang out with him and Donna. Even when they start to yell at each other, Harvey tries so hard to play the middle, to tell Mike that he did not endorse Samantha's actions, while also not selling Samantha out. Mike is right to be upset with Samantha, but Harvey is right to shield her, the same way he would have shielded Mike if they were still on the same side.

And Harvey does go to Samantha, and yell at her, and even though he defended her from Mike, he ends up telling her that he can't trust her anymore. That's a big, huge thing to say. It's not a simple case of picking Mike over Samantha. It's about trust, and friendship. This isn't the only time that Harvey has inadvertently kinda-sorta betrayed Mike because someone else went behind his back. But Harvey is willing to take a loss, Harvey is willing to back down, in order to preserve his friendship with Mike. As he tells Samantha: Mike is family.

Also, the banter. The banter is back. Mike makes fun of Harvey for watching Survivor. Mike gives Harvey a bad time for keeping the apartment in Rick Sorkin's name, showing that Mike remembers how important their first meeting was. They share a hug. Harvey tells Mike he's been replaced, and Mike asks if Harvey remembered to check if the guy has a law degree. Harvey jokes about Mike being afraid of going to prison. They're just... adorable? Yeah. Adorable. I love them, and I want Mike to come back for the finale so bad. The last interaction they have on this show can't be one where they're yelling at each other! That would be too sad!

There was one subplot I enjoyed. Donna tries to help Katrina get over Brian, but discovers in the process that Katrina has only ever had one serious relationship in her life, and she ended it for her career. Donna realizes that Katrina doesn't need a rebound right now - she needs to learn to have a better relationship to herself, so she encourages Katrina to take one night a week to do something just for her, that's not connected to work. This is an important message, especially for a professional single woman, and I love that Donna took the time to check in on Katrina in this way. She's the best.

So that's all I've got to say. So much cuteness with Mike and Harvey. So much drama and angst. Obviously you know I could write a whole thesis statement on why Mike and Harvey are the best thing about this show, but I tried my very best to restrain myself a little bit. I really, really hope that's not the last we see of Mike. I'll admit that seeing him made me less interested in everything else going on here. Will Samantha get her job back? Will Faye take the rest of the firm down? I don't know. And do I care? Well, yeah. Maybe a little bit. But I'd care more if Mike would stick around!

9/10

[giraffles]

Stay The Night

forgot to post this one here, whoops! some post-canon sweet taakitz for y’all, because I’m weak for these boys. 

Stay The Night (Taako/Kravitz)

His solution, brilliantly, is to not sleep. Not until he falls over from exhaustion or passes out while cooking. He's even got everyone fooled that he's a-okay. At least he thinks he does. No one says otherwise, and that suits him just fine.

you can also read it on AO3 here!

The world doesn't end. And that's a good thing, because they didn't have a backup plan. There was no second chance, no desperate bid for freedom, no tedious reset. It was all or nothing. And they came out on top with all the sweet victory they could ever want. Against all odds, they won. They won, and it's a flood of joy and relief and tinged with a little disbelief. And it's absolutely exhausting. Taako isn't sure if it's physical or mental or just an ungodly combination of both. Maybe it's the weight of over one hundred years of memories finally catching up to him. It's a lot to have lived through, and then to have lived through again, much less cobble back together a coherent understanding of his place in the world. Like, holy fuck. That's a lot to wade through. Sometimes it gives him such a bad headache that it's easier not to think about it, and focus on the here and now. On rebuilding. On reconnecting with those he'd lost but some how found again against all odds. Lup has taken to finding new ways to scare the living hell out of everyone, from floating through the bureau at night to phasing through walls. She even startled him and wasted a whole pot of soup when she popped her lich head up through it. (He had chased her, for all the good it wouldn't do, while she cackled and made full use of her incorporeal form. It had been equal parts nostalgic and aggravating.) Magnus carves ducks in between rebuilding jobs, even though Fisher has long since departed their universe. Merle is trying, and mostly succeeding, to boost morale as they shift through the wreckage, finding what can be saved and mourning what cannot. Everyone is there. Everyone is safe. And yet there's this looming feeling of impending doom that just won't quit. It's as though that through the act remembering, Taako has forgotten what it's like to feel safe. Ignorance really was a sort of bliss, as much as the fuzzed out edges of his life had caused a constant turmoil, because now it's a struggle to stay on top of everything. So much is the same and yet so much can never be the same again. You can't go through something like the apocalypse and not be changed. Sure, at his core he's still Taako, from TV, a living brand name, a hero to be sung about down the ages; but now he's a different kind of Taako. Literally. It still takes a lot to convince himself he doesn't need the illusion spell every morning, and sometimes he does it anyway. Just a little. Nothing too noticeable, but enough to make him feel better, especially on the very likely chance that he hasn't slept much. Sleep is hard now. Meditation is straight out the fuckin' window. Nights and days get stretched together when he's plagued with either insomnia, or worse, the dreams. No, not dreams, because that would imply fantastical but harmless mind adventures. These are memories. Always back to the goddamn memories. The worst ones, the times they almost didn't make it, when he had to watch friends die or feel the cold sting of death himself. Or memories that his brain decided to make up new, more grim endings; his sister, turned to ash, his boy, bleeding out on the floor. Endless rounds of games in a horror carnival that leaves everyone he ever cared about in pieces. Things that leave him awake and gasping and on the edge of tears. Things like that. His solution, brilliantly, is to not sleep. Not until he falls over from exhaustion or passes out while cooking. He's even got everyone fooled that he's a-okay. At least he thinks he does. No one says otherwise, and that suits him just fine.

Date night rolls around. Taako has been looking forward to it all month, a distraction and an excuse to monopolize Death's free time. No business talk. No family. No not-actually-family-but-kinda-sorta-maybe-adopted family. Just the two of them, together, for a nice evening. And god, did he need a break. There's still so many loose ends to tie up, so many things that still need to be sorted out. Not to mention the new void of what the hell he was going to do with his life now. Kravitz stops when he sees him. He squints at Taako, and frowns. "Are you okay?" "Just fine, babe," as fine as he could be, really, "Why, didja forget how gross I looked now?" When all else fails, self-deprecating humor is where it's at. He can preen and put himself down at the same time. Win-win. Kravitz pauses, brows knitted and looking at him intently, seemingly gathering up the right words. "Taako," he begins carefully, "When was the last time you slept?" "Dunno. What's today?" The reaper sighs. He rubs his forehead. Taako drapes himself lovingly in his arms. He's dizzy on an endorphin high and ready for a night out on the town with his most beloved bae. Even if said bae keeps looking at him with such a sour face, and-- "You're going to bed. Right now." "Oh no--" Taako attempts to bolt, but has already made the fatal mistake of allowing Kravitz so close. He might not technically be alive, but he has all the strength of a man his size, and Kravitz has him in a vice grip. He struggles. Any other day of the week and he'd be admiring those guns, but today they're helping commit a great betrayal. Taako whines. "Babe! C'mon!" "No," Kravitz picks him up and starts carrying him inside, "You look like I should be collecting your soul soon, and frankly, that's a little alarming." Taako does his best to wriggle out of his grasp, but it's fruitless. Kravitz can be just as stubborn as he is. Taako resorts to flailing and complaining. However, neither of those slow down the reaper, who's drawing ever closer to his dormitory door. "I don't need sleep! It's for the weak!" "Yes, you do," Somehow Kravitz manages to keep a hold of him even as Taako flips himself upside down, which is both impressive and infuriating, "We can go out another time." Taako huffs and crosses his arms, braid swinging freely and dragging on the floor. This sucks. He can't even get one lousy night to not think about how overwhelming everything is. Kravitz is the worst and he hates him. (He doesn't, of course, he adores his hot boyfriend who's sometimes a skeleton, who's both a badass and a giant dork. He's just mad at him at the moment.) Taako gives him the silent treatment. It's harder to do than it looks, because he'd much rather be vocal about the injustice that's happening to him. Kravitz sighs again. "Taako--" "I'm not talking to you." "Love, please," the pet names have come out, and he resolves to not let it affect him, "You know I care, right?" "I guess," Taako pouts as he's gently set on a couch, "But I wanted to spend time with you." Kravitz looks conflicted. Taako sulks and makes a point to avoid eye contact. So maybe he's a little cranky for only sleeping three hours out of as many days. It's still not fair. "I could stay." Kravitz says. He blinks dumbly up at him. "Do what now?" "Stay with you. While you get some rest. That's a lot creepier out loud than it was in my head." "Do you even need to sleep?" "No," Kravitz admits, "But I wouldn't mind. I mean, if you wanted me to. I don't have to. But I could, I have the whole night off, not that I expected to... do anything. For the whole night. I should stop taking now? I'm stopping now. Sorry." He can't believe he's in love with such a ridiculous, stupid, wonderful, and kind person. Entity? The definition was kind of up in the air for that one. Taako doesn't have to look to know that Kravitz is blushing, probably all the way up to his ears, off-kilter and rambling. He's still wrapping his head around the idea that there are persons out there who, honest to gods, want to put Taako first. Taako doesn't even think Taako deserved that. Sure, that's not what he tells people-- because no one needs to know how bad the inner battle gets. In some ways remembering has made it easier. In others, it's that much harder now. He thinks, that maybe, it would be nice to have someone at his side. Someone who liked him before his life's story got broadcast through reality. Taako considers the proposal for a moment. "Okay." "Okay?" "Okay as in, you best be ready to get super snuggled. I'm clingy as hell." Kravitz gives him a shy smile. "I think I can handle that."

Kravitz has a bigger frame than he does-- nothing like Magnus or Killian who are built like brick shit houses, but he's not as slight as Taako is. Even as a flipwizard, there's not much he can do about genetics and non-athletic career choices. It takes him a minute to fish out some of his more drapey clothes that have half a chance of fitting Kravitz. As much as he enjoys the suit and cloak ensemble, it's not exactly practical sleepwear. And it would be a shame to excessively wrinkle it. Unless it was gonna be in a sexy way, but that should probably wait until another time, when he's fully present for all the fun. Taako's fanciest skirt goes flying across the room, landing on a bookshelf that has less books than colorful knick-knacks and choice pieces of junk. The first time Kravtiz had come over, in a panic he had tried to cover everything in sheets instead of cleaning up, but somehow managed to trip and pull them all down at once. It had been equal parts hysterical and mortifying. Kravitz said that his collection of garbage was 'charming'. Taako still isn't sure he believes that, but it's still sweet. What's also sweet is the way that Kravitz pointedly looks away, trying to be respectful or something-- as though they haven't fucked wildly on various flat (and not so flat) surfaces around his room. He's flustered and it's still as cute as the first time it happened. And nothing would top that first morning, that so called walk of shame where Merle gave them a knowing wink when they came down for breakfast, and Taako had 'accidentally' burned his pancakes in return. At least everyone else had a little more tact and kept their opinions and eyes to themselves. None of them also wanted burned pancakes. But he sets aside those more recent and pleasant memories for pajamas instead, wiggling into them and undoing his complicated orante braids as Kravitz dons his spare clothes. They're still a little tight on him. Taako is very okay with this. "Just sleeping." Kravitz says firmly, catching his gaze. He pouts back. "Not even a little smooching?" The reaper pauses and seems to think on it a moment, though he knows what the answer will probably be. Taako makes his eyes extra big and disarming anyway, having perfected the cute puppy look years ago. You could never be too sure. "Fine, a little smooching," Kravitz yields, "But you have to get some rest." Taako dramatically falls forward into those strong arms again, knowing he'll be easily caught and securely held. "Then take me to bed, big guy." He doesn't miss that breathless laugh, and revels in the way his heart lifts as he's easily swung up and onto his unmade bed. There's no illusions here that if Taako really wanted to he could have a dozen different spells incapacitating his lover, leaving escape for him wide open. Power acquired over decades of study and practice and mad dashes across planes has given him abilities previously only talked about in legends. And so maybe he is a legend, something that should be mysterious and untouchable, always sought but never found. Just like a light they'd once chased through realities. A story to be sung, a name to be called in hushed tones, an abstract ideal to be strived towards. So it's nice, he thinks, when Kravitz looks at him like a person. When Kravitz gets frustrated with him, exasperated, or even bemused. When he looks at Taako like he's the whole world and then kisses him like it's ending all over again. It's nice to have that grounding force to remind him that he's not entirely a fuck up and that he's also not just a product of good marketing. He never thought it would matter to him so much. But it does, and every action is an affirmation, from the way Kravitz smiles at him to the way he runs fingers so gently through his hair. It's wonderful and it hurts and it's so good. He's drunk on the feeling of being wanted. "It's... not too cold, is it?" Kravitz asks him nervously as he curls up on that broad chest, nestling into the crook between neck and shoulder. Yes, he's cool to the touch-- he's never been anything approaching warm since Taako met him. But he's gotten used to it, adapted even, because Kravitz doesn't feel icy and doesn't leave him with a chill. It's almost pleasant in weird way. "S' fine," he mumbles back sleepily, "Kinda nice, actually." Already something is different from all the other times he'd recently crawled into bed or dozed off in the foyer. Something shifts, puts a damper on the rolling anxiety and dread. It takes him another few long moments to realize it's an aura of safety that he's been missing. A bit of calm in a turbulent sea that's been threatening to sink him for weeks. There's no heartbeat beneath his ear, and he's sure the breathing part is either habit or for his own benefit, but it's a piece of normalcy that soothes beyond a doubt. It's something he hadn't realized he even needed. Something solid. Something real. He wraps his arm around Kravitz and holds tight. Taako hadn't been kidding about the clinging part, knowing full well from his days of youth he had a tendency to latch onto things (or someones) in his sleep. This is still different, a conscious effort not to let go of a tie keeping him close to home. Because petty fears and insecurities only seemed to grow as time went on, feeding on each other and plaguing every thought both conscious and not, bringing him to the vicious cycle he was now caught in. And while usually the words would flow so easily, he now found them strangled in his throat. They died before Taako can give them a voice. Kravitz must have felt the tension reverberating through his body, because a hand comes up to push circles into his back. Yes, they've banged countless times, but this is a different intimacy. A different context for something slow and sweet. And he suddenly feels bad for being so needy and high maintenance, but can't summon the energy to do anything about it. "I'm right here," Kravitz murmurs into the darkness, "I'm not going anywhere." And really, that's all he needs to know. That there's someone there. That it's safe to let go.

[gorillaz-imagines]

Ok I've already asked for one earlier but if it's ok can I have 55 with 2D? When I read it it sorta sounded like something he would say for a marriage proposal X3

oh my god definitely. tbh, 2d is my husband already… this boy holds a special place in my heart.

“I fell in love with my best friend.”

“What was the deal-breaker with us?” You asked, sitting with your wacky, vocalist boyfriend, Stuart Pot. “What crazy, demented voice in your head rang out, saying that you loved me that much? That you would go that extra mile for me?” Biting his lip, the waning colors of the sunset reflected against his charcoal-colored orbs. Looking over to you, he smiled kindly. He sat down in the grass behind your favorite oak tree, patting the spot next to him. Sitting down next to him, he shot you a smug look.

“Weeelllll,” he drawled out, making you giggle. “All of my past girlfriends had just kind of been my girlfriends, you know? And I had kinda only shagged up with other girls at that point, and hey, it wasn’t all that bad… But it wasn’t sensual or meaningful or anyfin’, you know?”

“I guess,” you murmured, fumbling with his hand. “I mean, I was a virgin until I met you, so I wouldn’t really know what it would feel to ‘shag up’, per se… You know?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, itching his nose. “But like, you know- flings, basically. You get yourself into some silly, short-term relationship- a fling- and it’s great at the moment… But then you’re lonely a day or so after. Or an hour after. Kinda depends if they stay the rest of the night or not.”

Cocking your head, you nodded slowly. “Seems understandable.”

“So,” he continued, licking hip lips. “I didn’t really know what I wanted a couple years ago- ya’ know, you’re high on the adrenaline of being a young adult, and then you turn 30, and then you start becoming older and older, and by that point, no one wants you anymore- e’rybody’s sold off in marrigae or just in it for sex or money or drugs… Fame, too.

“And of course, me bein’ some stupid rockstar or whatever thought, ‘hey, I’ll meet someone some day’! Well, that was kinda stupid on my part.”

“Not really,” you said, gripping his hand tightly. “You just wanted to live life, I guess- same with me. Except sometimes, a happy ending right away isn’t the case.”

“I guess,” 2D murmured, chuckling. “But then again, I was just interested with meaningless flops of a relationship. All of my long-term relationships ended with me being cheated on by Murdoc of all people…” Kissing his cheek, you nudged his shoulder tenderly.

“Go on, love,” you egged on.

“So, on my downwards spiral of not findin’ love, I met you. Remember that?”

“I remember,” you said softly. “We met right here in the park- you looked like you were about to break down, so I approached you and asked what was wrong, and you and I started to talk.”

“Yeah,” the blue-haired boy susurrated. “And then we started to hang out, and after a couple years, we started going out, yeah?”

“Yeah, I remember,” you said, your words drifting with the wind. “Almost 3 years after we met, we started going out.”

“Well,” he said, turning once again to look at you. He gripped your hand tightly, taking your other one in his. His palms were cold yet clammy, his face red and bright. “I knew that when we started things up, and I knew that after we had been together for what seemed like a couple months…” He leaned in, kissing your forehead adoringly, dragging it down to your nose, then placing the last of the kiss gingerly on your lips. “I knew… I had already thought before- uh-” The boy now started to furiously sweat, neck dripping, eyelids fluttering nervously. “Oh boy, now this is the hard part-”

Worried, you tried to peer into his closed eyes. “Stu Pot?” You asked, squeezing his hands. “Is something wrong?”

“Y-yea- I mean, no, no, nothing’s wrong, um,” his voice cracked as he opened his eyes again, staring straight into yours. “What I was going to say is that, um… I realized that, uh…”

“Stu, are you okay? Do you want to get some water, or…?”

“Ifellinlovewithmybestfriend-”

“Come again?”

Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. “I fell in love with my best friend. I thought that- I thought that I would be alone forever, and at some point, and I know it sounds bad but you can’t blame me- I was okay with it.

“And call me crazy, but I knew that we were perfect the first time that Murdoc tried to feel you up to make me upset, and you knocked the lights out of him in the middle of the kitchen.” Laughing, you wiped a tear or two from your eyes.

“I remember,” you spoke, smiling. “And you were so scared that I hurt my knuckles, yeah? And you fret over me for hours, but you were so happy-”

“Y-yeah, so, going on,” he said, stuttering immensely. “Today is our three-year anniversary- and i-if you would like to marry me, that’d be perfect.” Eyes widening, you would’ve done a spit-take if you had the water to do so.

“What?” Letting go of your hands, Stu wiped his brow, murmuring something under his breath.

“I know, it sounds stupid, and I’m sorry love, I don’t have a ring, but I really do- I really do want to marry you…” Tearing up, you smiled out of pure joy, pulling him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around him.

“Oh god, Stu, of course I’ll marry you- I don’t need a ring, I’d marry you even if you gave me an onion ring to make it official-” Laughing and relieved, 2D pressed you against him, cradling you ever so slightly. His chest started to rise and fall in choppy motions as if he was crying, but hell, you were too.

“I love you so much,” you whispered into his ear, burying your head into his shoulder.

“And I wouldn’t change anything for the world,” he whispered back, placing a nifty kiss right behind your ear. “I love you so, I’d never let go.”