#they just never sstop this do they

[finsplurtz]

okay so dom!reader and sub!shoto who's always so in control and making people think that he's the one who tops in ur relationship not knowing that he's the one who cries for u to fuck him everyday, always begging for ur c0ck! whether he begs to cockwarm you or just simply wanting you to fuck him, he need you everyday!!

— LONNGGG WAIT. i hope this is good enough for y’all xx love ya

wrong sub — shoto.todoroki

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Shoto Todoroki

— contents : mistaking u for a sub haha , does this count as exhibitionism probably . also super short ;(

warnings : none I thinke

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When people found out you and shoto were together, they would NOT shut up about how cute you guys were

You didn’t mind, shoto didn’t really gaf either but you kept pda to a minimum… don’t wanna be weird

Everything was fine to you, you had no issue whatsoever!

That was until you realized something. All the girls were SCREAMING in your face about how shoto is like in a relationship, I mean he’s never had a partner so you chuckled and looked over at your boyfriend who was minding his business.

You didn’t mind answering questions, this was cute wtv

“I mean he’s… still himself, but sweeter? He’s really cute” you let out a laugh and the girls aweeee

Then one of em asks, “is it big, does he do u well” you had to freeze and process

The other girls squealed and asked the same, it became clear to you. Shoto was the dom in the relationship to almost everyone….

It was said in FRONT of shoto too, you glimpsed at him and caught a small grin, like if he was PROUD TO BE SEEN AS YOUR DOM

You had to tease a tad bit loooollll

“you loveeee taking care of me, don’t you shoto?” You force him to look into your eyes as he stutters not knowing wether he should deny or go along with it.

He melted at your smirk and gave a small “I don’t know..” before looking away shyly.

Sigh if only people knew how much of a slut this guy was for you:((

Biting and scratching at his skin when you pound into him mercilessly, his moans are stuttery and sloppy. He’s out of breath, panting like a dog as you ram into that spot in his tummy.

He whimpers TONES and cums quick. Edge him for a while, it’ll have him squirming on your dick pathetically, begging for you to let him cum.

“p-please don’t sstop..!” but of course, you can’t let him finish already. You need him to be screaming so loud, your neighbors hear him.

You edge him for so much longer till he’s twitching and crying.

“c’mon, doll.. louder.. for everyone to hear, hm?” It didn’t take long for him to realize why you were doing this. He swallowed his pride and the second you started thrusting into him, he got louder and louder.

Like music to your ears.

a/n: i lowk fw this…. i like shoto i’ll have to fuck him up more

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Black Mold

JK Rowling: hello children Rowling: i am very concerned Barker: are you still on about the olympics Rowling: NO Rowling: well yess Rowling: but more to the point Rowling: people need to ssstop talking about my black mold!

Rowling: i want you all to sstop ssaying that my sscottish casstle isss full of black mold Rowling: or asss we call it in england Rowling: black mould King: but joanne we're just really concerned! Rowling: THATSSS MY LINE!!!

Stephen King: joanne, we're really concerned that the black mold in your castle might be influencing your thoughts Rowling: prepossterousss! i've never felt more lucid!! Rowling: why, i could write 100 manifessstosss!

Rowling: i am NOT affected by black mold Rowling: or asss we call it in England Rowling: Ssst. Sssebassstian'sss Rude Wainssscot Jelly King: King: yeah i can't tell if that's evidence or just an english idiom Poe: no i think that's just an english thing

Poe: do you think the black mold might actually be responsible for all this? King: i don't know, diane duane's been living in her vents for years and she seems unaffected Poe: yes but those vents are well ventilated Poe: i mean Poe: they are vents after all

Rowling: you all judge me! yet i am the only persson here who knowss what definesss a woman Barker: whats defines a woman then Rowling: eassy! a woman is defined by [Rowling spins a giant wheel, pointer lands on "thetans"] Rowling: yess thetansss

[virblaze]

gonna knuxadow hc post on main (i am so sane)

knuckles rlly likes like- horror movies? and shadow is kinda terrified of his favorite

knuckles favorite movie is the human centipede

shadow has probably been arrested by topaz before and knuckles was like "wtf man what did you do this time"

shadow plays guitar, knuckles is one of the only people he plays for. the other being rouge (theyre so sibling) and in the past maria

off the guitar vein, they got together after shadow played knuckles some taylor swift song

knukcles likes musicals, one of his favorites being falsettos. his favorite song is what would i do because it makes him think of shadow

sstop no they cuddle sometimes (im going so ooc rn)

LITERALLY LIKE THEY WENT TO A CAT CAFE FOR A DATE AND A CAT WALKED UP TO SHADOW AND HE FUCKING *DIED* HE LIKE- HE MELTED BRO

they bully sonic together

knuckles has problems with loud sound so shadow keeps spare headphones and earplugs on him at all times

theyre both autistic i dont make the rules

they dance together fr!!! only ever alone, since shadow likes to keep it more private of his hobbies and its less awkward, but they dance together. and i mean like- waltz and shit man theyre fancy they arent fuckin around

i like to think they probably cook for eachother a lot

on from that last one, knuckles is one of the few people shadow shared the recipes for things from the arc with

i bet they've stayed up listening to music and just enjoying eachothers company so many times before

sometimes knuckles just talks to shadow. not really about anything that would seem special to most. it could be ranting about a show, or a person who annoyed him but shadow listens, and he thinks its very special.

shadow has a notebook about knuckles' interests and whatever so if he ever happens to lose his memory again he doesnt forget the important stuff

shadow probably has some kind of night terrors about the arc and stuff that knuckles has to try and console him through

knuckles is literally a fucking GOD at thr flute but he never has time to play with the emerald and such so every now and then shadow takes over for him so he can go play

movie nights they have movie nights and they talk and eat popcorn and hug and I WANT WHAT THEY HA

sometimes knuckles walks in on shadow, rouge, and tails having some kind of family fight (theyre literally found family u guys) and he just. walks away slowly

theyve probably trolled sonic on twitter with the help of tails multiple times

TTHATS IT THATS ALL I GOT IM OUT FOR NOW 💔💔 (made this while listening to a playlist for them fr?!?!?)

[unethicalgays]

trans guy turning a straight guy: it can't be that different but it is

he's already taken off his shirt and has his hands just under the brim of your tshirt when he suddenly freezes

"something wrong?"

"i i've never been with a guy before i didn't even know i ii i liked this until you-"

"hey it's fine i mean" you debate making the argument maybe he'll take it the wrong way... you'll stop if he wants to stop but you personally really don't want to, "i'm not that different than girls you've probably been with"

he shakes his head its kind of cute how flustered and panicked he looks.

"im telling you youre not like that at all and i don't know what i'm doing."

"alright you want me to show you?"

"and you won't just pretend to like things for my sake right?" oh he looks genuinely concerned, you feel bad about what he might've previously experienced but you'll take care of him.

"wont pretend. here i can show you that itll feel good on you first." you slip your hands on his chest and slide them a little further up than he did on you. he gasps and you smirk. "say stop whenever, but hopefully you'll like this." you move your arms up further and squeeze his tits, pecs, chest- whatever word is fine. he whines slightly. you wonder if anyone has done this to him. you get on with it and play with his nipples this he starts panting and and whenever you pinch them he moans.

"sstop-" he mutters. you stop and take your hands away

"whats the matter?"

"no you were good i- fuck! i forgot that ive got nips as much as anyone does chick or whatever." he moves his hands up more and you nod to give him permission. he meets some elastic on the way up, your binder which you'll be taking off if this goes the direction you're hoping for. his fingertips press on the fabric, then he pushes them under

he doesn't have to push down because its a squeeze but also once his hands are on you you're getting more and more sensitive the pressure along with his fingers trying to copy you turn you on

"you're doing so good." you say to him and he whined and shutter at the praise. "wanna help me get rid of these you gesture to your chest.

"yeah, pplease" he begs

[billysgirllol]

“an’ so what?! i CAN if i want to!” even when she’s tipsy, she’s choosing all the above. “you the only one who has a PROBLAM WITH IT!” lucy gray yells amusingly, laughing as she points at his face. “i’m not LUCINDA. i am lulu gray.” she corrects, scoffing like that should be obvious because she loves lulu gray and her heart melts into soft honey at how much she’s missed being called lulu gray. “ewww, sstop it billy! stop,” turning her face this way and that, she keeps a death grip on his wrist and hurries and spits on her free palm before smearing it into his cheek. “that’s for sayin’ i’m not strong. I AM.” she starts throwing punches with both fists at his bicep, an excuse to get her anger out on him. “cutely, hmmm? then i better not take anymore drinks of the strawberry juice to not be shitty faced.” leaning forward, she’s sticking the tip of her tongue in the liquid. it’s not a sip, it’s a dip. “oh, shut the hell up. he wasn’t a loser. that’s mean, and jealous soundin’, when you don’t even know him. i never ignored you. oh, i think i do remember me wavin’ at you. so you’re a bald faced liar sayin’ ‘i IGNORES you’.. i IGNORRRED you. no i ain’t.” doe eyes roll, mimicking his voice and feeling fiercely firm about how she’s not the one in the wrong. “you’re the one been doin’ all the ignorin’ all the time.” because he decided to ignore changing a better attitude if he really wanted to be with her, he didn’t do that though so he didn’t care enough to turn into a better person for her. “yeahhh, mhm darlin’, maybe i’m just into girls. maybe i should try it for a few seconds, jus’ to make sure i ain’t.” she laughs, instead of answering what river did to put the final knife into her desire for anymore relationships. “yeah, WHO CARES.” finally agreeing with something he says, who cares because her love life isn’t even relevant to him. “we’re gettin’ ANOTHER bon song! ‘course i’m dancin’ with you, this might be our only chance with a bon song,” she excitedly turns, gently squeezing his jaw before slipping out of her seat when his hands on her wrist and hip tug her in his direction. throwing her small crossbody purse over her neck to take with her before boots hit the ground, taking his hand and running to the dance floor. letting his hand go once they find an emptier spot between all the other couples so she can start hopping around, one hand going to her sunglasses to hold them on her face.

“welllll,” voice trails off in a squeaky way, “i’m not really sure, you’re a dinopillar now. STILL very much a dinosaur though, so don’t get that wrong. mmkay?” lucy gray giggles, pointing a short finger at him. “now that’d be hard to just pick one, darlin’. i cheat an’ pick all of ‘em.” innocently smiling, resting her chin in her hand as she munches on a few sweet potato fries. going quiet long enough to listen to the song for a few seconds and to swallow her food, “and my mama, she’s doin’ really great.” she’s been happier than ever since kicking that piece of shit out of their house several years ago. “all right and what? another season?” dark brows shoot up, one side of her cheek filled like a chipmunks as she looks at him with wide eyes before forcing herself to swallow it. “that’s so amazin’, billysaurus!” eyes glittering in ecstasy for him, patting his forearm in excitement.

eyes drop on the finger dipping into her ranch, jaw immediately dropping because she’s not sure what’s more gross or not?! him eating ranch by itself or now her ranch has every germ known to man in it thinkin’ of all the door handles he’s touched tonight. “THAT’s nasty!” she shrieks, smacking his forearm this time. “billby bonney! i’m gonna murder youuu—” she steams, wiping grilled chicken juices on his cheek while grabbing his other hand with the ranch coating his finger, trying to direct it across his cheek. “AN’? i ain’t with him like that anymore. that was a year ago, things change in’a year y’know. i decided i don’t need any men, cause no one can treat me the way i want ‘em to treat me. no one can treat me the way i treat me. so ‘mm jus’ not lookin’ for anymore relationsips.” doe eyes roll, “i don’t need a male to complete me. i’m jus’ bein’ lucy gray now. cause i’m young only once, i realized. i got plenty of time later on in my thirties to think about husbands— if i want one. but rig’ now, i ain’t want a one.” she grumbles, wondering why men always SEEM to think women need a boyfriend. since it isn’t the first time a boy has nosed around in her relationship business. it makes her eyes roll again, punching him in the thigh at that last minute thought because how damn rude of him, her ring driving into those dress pants of his. men are SO damn annoyin’. “righ’ now—? i’m havin’ fun!” tossing her arms up, anger turning to excitement in half a second, making a ‘woooo!’ sound while clapping her hands. digging in her little purse for heart shaped sunglasses, slipping them onto her face. “of course, REALLY.” she has a need to go dancing, so she’d gladly take him as her partner. “hmm, oh yeah.” she nods to the reminder of that song, funny he’s been listenin’. keepin’ up with what she does. “that boy was so sweet, i’m so happy that just little ole me could make someone that happy.” she spoke softly and fondly, about to burst into happy tears. “who, me? i’m flirty-atious? am i? really?” bringing two strands of hair around her face, crossing them under her chin as she shyly grins. how so, she wonders? she does it without even noticin’? the songbird can’t help but giggle shyly before it’s interrupted with a huge HICCUP.

[noramachwitz]

as always the ed twitter is literally the worst and least professional but most baity thing i’ve ever seen in all my years of fandom

[rene-darling]

HOW- genshin men react to you groping your boobies

[Not sexualy] fem!reader

Ft...Scaramouche...xiao...albedo

A/n..these stupid virgins have never been in a relationship before you, so they have no clue women sometimes like to hold their chest or even touch it..not sexually "what do you mean?! You did it subconsciously???ಠ_ಠ" slightly suggestive

Scaramouche

It was a normal day until scara discovers a peculiar habit of yours

Scara was bored with doing paperwork all morning so he decided to come and annoy you instead!

Scaramouche busted through your door but his voice was cut off the second his eyes landed on you..."h-...wh--..??" There you were in your seat and at first glance, everything seemed normal...

until he rubbed his eyes and looked at your hand which was not so discreetly under your shirt...groping your boob??

"Wh-what the hell!! Ca-..can't you lock the door if your gonna do gross things like..like...th-that!!" Scara, for some reason barges into your room, and yelled at you for...doing your work? You really don't know, and then he booked it out the door...?

Honestly, I think it would take this to happen a few more times until Scaramouche finally confronts you about it

"He-hey listen up!" He had made up his mind "yes, my love" "I-i uh..um" he started buffering for some reason

"You- this needs to stop!" "...what dose?" Huhhhh?? Do you not realize what he's talking about?? His face is growing rosy by the second you wonder, what is it that your lover wants to tell you about??

"You need to-..sstop touching yourself all the time especially with your door wide! Open!!" There! He said it! He told you! "Touching..myself..oh," oh?...oh??? That's all you have to say?!?! Before scara could even think of a response- you busted out laughing??? "Wh-what- do you think this is?!" "-yes!" You spoke between waves of laughter

Finally taking pity upon the red boy "are you red from embarrassment or anger?"

"e- embarrassment? it's you who should be embarrassed! You shameless women! Touching yourself in public with the door open! you perv!!"

You started laughing harder. You couldn't help it! He was being so cute!! "STOP LAUGHING! EXPLAIN YOURSELF YOU PERV!"

Okayokay!.. Still snickering a little you decided to finally answer the poor boy "so ya sometimes when my hands are cold I like to stuff them down my shirt" you shrugged it off as nothing..but he didn't he was standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face while you gently pet his head

Even after you explained he's so confused cuz like- still whyy?

Now he wants to touch them too

He looks at his hand while gently squeezing it

"Look who's the perv now eh?"

"H-hey don't you have work to do!"

Xiao

He walks in. He sees you. He sees your hand. He teleports away.

No, but srsly this man did not talk to you do days after seeing you do that

You have to track him down and force him to talk to you he dosn't bring it up or even talk to you about it until..

Xiao misses you so he's come to see you, you guys are having a great conversation until..you start holding your boobies??

"Is something wrong xiao?" He's just starting at your hand placement "..."

"God this feels so much better than just letting them dangle " "ಠ_ಠ"

"I- yo-you have no respect for the adepti!!" And with that he runs off, you're confused as to why he's been doing that you wonder what it could be-...oh.

Huh, it took you long enough to notice.. Now you have to track down that stupid boy and explain to him you weren't. Casually touching yourself in front of him...gosh that sound so bad

"Xiao there you are!" Xiao was just about to run away before you grabbed his arm and forced him to look at you..while Phanting from running around all day you said "oh..no you don't..let, let me explain xiao"

After you explain he's so embarrassed by what he thought you were doing...(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

It's even worse if you decide to tease him "xiao what did you think I was doing( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)??"

He's hoping- no praying to the lord of geo that the earth opens up and swallows him whole

"N-nothinG! You-..you have no respect for the adepti!"

And with that he's once again gone..waiting for you to look for him

Albedo

It's really cold in dragonspine and your hands are freezing! But lucky for you, you have a warm bundle of muscle right on your chest and- there hot

Finally arriving at albedos lab you see him working on a project seemingly not noticing you, "hey love" "..oh hello y-...oh" huh well that's not what he expected to see..

"Do you have a fire lit, God it's so cold" "..uh-..hm.." "What's wrong bedo..?"

"Hm..well I do hope this doesn't come off as creepy...but- are you perhaps pleasuring yourself?..if so...do you need assistance"

"...hUhhh???" "...I-" "bedo..what?" "It.. seems I've gotten it wrong..ahem- would you mind explaining than..y'know your hand positioning...?"

"That- that's what you meant-"

After you explained to albedo that you were not touching yourself randomly like a perv

He got quite curious

"Hm..so you do it sometimes because it's comfortable?"

Sighing "yes..bedo"

He is quite intrigued by the reason behind this habit of yours

"Can I touch-"

Slap.

A/n...I started writing this weeks ago but I got sick and stuff so it took me years to finally finish this

[hurtthemgently]

Wing whump

Masterlist

Cw: wing whump, creepy/intimate whumper, non con kissing and touching, threat of non con body modification.

Kimmi lay on the couch with their wings splayed. They had put some mid 2010’s sci-fi crime show on that tv, and were trying to distract from the fact that they’d likely never leave the house ever again.

They heard Ceran walk into the room and go behind the couch. Hoping he wasn’t in a mood to torment them, they only glanced up before returning to the show.

They jumped when fingers pinched the tip of their wing. They fluttered out of the hold, startled. “Please don’t..” they barely whispered, already shaking.

“Don’t what? You’re gonna have to speak up love.”

“Please don’t touch my wings.” He had all their attention at this point, and they reached for the remote to pause.

They flinched when he lifted their chin. “Why not?”

“Just- please.” They squirmed to get away, but he caught their arms, pulling them closer.

“That’s not a reason.” He relished their growing panic, listening to their heartbeat rise. They shivered when he reached around to brush the edge of one of their wings.

“One question I’ve had for a while, why do you have four wings? Every other fae I’ve met has had only two.”

They spoke through a hitched gasp. “Pixies have two wi-ings- ahh” they felt a sharp pain at their back. He dragged a fingernail along their wing, they jumped and pushed to get away, only succeeding in getting themself pinned to the couch.

Their breath turned to shallow, pained gasps, as he poked and prodded at their wing bases. When he pinched part of a wing and tugged, they let out a full cry.

“Please… sstop.” The weight of his knee on their back made it hard to breathe, even without the unpredictable pains.

He didn’t listen. Instead he lifted one wing between his hands, and pressed a kiss to the paper thin edge, eliciting a shudder.

They whimpered when he ran the shape of their wing along his tongue, and screamed when he bit through the thicker film closer to their back.

“Do you need all four to fly?”

“What? Wait no please no!” They fought to get out from under his weight, only stopping when their head was wrenched back by their hair.

“I asked a question.”

“I- I do need them, I can’t fly with-without all four” they sobbed, dizzy from breathing so frantically.

“Shame.” He gripped one of their bottom wings and tugged hard, pulling a terrified cry from them.

“Wouldn’t want to permanently mess up your flying.” With that he got up and left, once again leaving Kimmi a sobbing wreck.

——

Taglist: @whumpsday @whumpycries

[roachemoji]

03 02

ME @ BILLY NOT DYINGGOD FU CKING DAMN IT GOD FU CKING DAMN IT!!!!! GOD. FUCKING DIE DIE DIE DIE GET DISEASED GET DISEASED AND DIE

GET THRUSTED INTO THE FUCKING UD IDIOT!!!

with the. ARMY? hello ?????

DO THEY ALL LOOK LIKE HIM NOW STOP SHUT UP EW EW WHAT? IM LM AO O O OASDJASDKJADSKJHASDKJH ADH?????

the m all ... rats.

WHAT did hopper say oh my god jesus christ? bro just tellher thE TRUTH sjdkjhsfkjdhskljhfdJSHDFKJHSDF SSTOP OH MY GOD KAREN YOURE SO RIGHT

i remember accidentally listening in on my mom on the phone on the landline <3

Friends Dont Lie oh babey youre about to getITTTT

DONT LOOK. SO HAPPY HOPPER JESUS

DONT LIE TO JOYCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU YELLED AT A LITTLE BOY stopppp trying TO DATEHERRRR oh its not a date. yeah. yea h huh. uhuh. ugh. AUGH

GET DEMAGNITIZED IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i want to kill that white man i hate him so much his hair is so ugly i think he should be bald- GIRL PROBLEMS YOU GOT IT BABEY GIRL USE THAT SHIT AGAINST THEM.

DUSTIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STEVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THATS HIS BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM CRYING THEIR RELATIONSHIP MEANS THE WORLD TO ME.

DESTROY HIM ROBIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET HIS ASS!!!!!!!

"You could have all the ladies you want and more" "More? I like more..."

THE AUTISM !!! AND HOMOSEXUALITY !!! OF WILL BYERS SETTING UP DND AND NOT LISTENING

AND THE AUTISM AND QUEERNESS OF EL TALKING TO MAX ABOUT THIS SKJDHAKDJH

is he gonna explode into a bunch of rats or somethIng IS HE DRINKING THE CHEMICALS???? GOD HES SO DISGUSTNIG IM FU CKING KSDJHFSDKFJFSDKJ i cant wait until he dies. <3

BRO I CHOKED HOLY SHIT

MY MAN? ive never hated a character so much that i thought they deserved all this shit happening to them. YOU ARE NOT FIT TO SAVE LIVES RN IDIOT YOU NEED TO BE HOSPITALIZED

i LOVE Robin so much. !!!!!!!!!!!!

GIRLIE JUST GOING INTO HER CREEPY ASS FUCKING ASMENT WIHTOUT TURNING A LIGHT ON? OK Show me the diseased rat. SHOW ME THE DISEASED RATS

Small rodents rarely get rabies !!!!!!!!!!!!! theyre not usually the carries of disease !!!!!! theyre carries... of carries !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAD THEYRE USING RATS nd also cgi ones!!!! WHAT ABOUT THE LITTLE RAT ACTORS

EL AT THE MALL!!!!! god the overstim must be a lot AKDJHASDKJH YOU CAN SEE IT ON HER FACE EVEN IF SHE IS EXCITED AKSDJHAKSDJH thats so MUCH.

WILL!!! just following behind them aKDHJ

IS THAT THE !!! OHHH AHHHH LOOK AT HIM IN HIS LITTLE SHORTS STOP IM FUCKING CRYING . THE OUOAKDHAK !!!

excuse me while i- WHEN RATS ARE HOSTILE THEY SHOVE THEIR ASS AGAINST THIGNS AND AGAINST YOU!!! THEY PUFF UP !!! OR STAND ON THEIR HIND LEGS!!!!

EW OH MY GOD AOIASDAKSHSADKJH STOP STOP STOP THE TAIL COMING WITH IT . GIRL. EW? OH I HATE THIS OS MUCH ACUTALLY ADKJDSLFKDHFSJLDFKJHLFDSKJH EW THE WAY IT FUCKING RUNS IS MAKSJDAKSJDHLASKJDH

BRO GO TO THE HOSPITAL!!!!!!!!! YOURE DISEASED. !!!!!!!!! die die diedied ide ide ide ide idedie die die die die die DIE DIE DIE DIE

GIRL YOU LOOK TERRIFYING.

IS he jUST GONNA START KILLING ??????

EL N MAX PHOTOSHOOT PLEASE THIS IS CUTE I THOUGHT THEY WERE CHECKING THOSE GIRLS OUT NOT AKSDJHAKSJDHKASJHDJH <3

WILL JUST WANTING TO PLAY DND!!!!! OKAY KING !!!!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

EL!!!! FUCKING ASKDJHASDLJAKSH oh i dont think i can put this into worrds but being autistic and having your opinion changed so drastically because someone elseshares a point of view about a situation with you and now thATS YOUR OPINION!! Theres probably a word for this and i dont know it rn but THAT!!!

I DUMP YOUR ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OKAY GIRLIE!!!!!!

WILL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

its not a date.

HEs. yeah hes really giving incel in a way i cant put into words

bro youre trying TOO hard and thats? not what Joyce needs? like BOB UNDERSTOOD THAT? he gave her the space she needed when she needed it anD BACKED OFF WHEN SHE ASKED HIM TO!!! HE ONLY PUSHED WHEN IT WAS NECESSARY ??? AND THAT WAS LIFE OR DEATH LITERALLY

Mr Clarke reminds me of this guy on youtube who talks about lizards??? LIKE THE OPTIMISM THE EXCITEMENT !!!!!!!!

what the fuck happened to Hopper was he actually alwyas like this?? LIKE HE. He wasnt last season??? DOnt get me wrong i dont think he was GREAT but like this is just. a steep ass fucking decline?

BILLY HELLO WHAT THE FUCK YEAH I HATE HIM MORE I HATE HIM SO MUCH NASTY NASTY NASTY NASTY

This also reminds me of that weird uh. im never gonna find this but there was this video of a warehouse like this with a guy in a gas mask like they were wearing in the beginning of this season? and it had some like code in it or something????? semi determined to find that now

DISEASED RAT KING!!!

Pattern of ending songs for this season too I cant remember if last episode even had one but thisone doesnt and it ended with something connected tothe UD - a half ending song again? like theres MUSIC but theres no lyrics? which happend last season too when things ended like... "half" in the UD 🫡

Stranger Things - Season 3 thread 03 01

LETS GO GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay okay okay starting off strong 1984 i see you i see you all these bald men are so sweaty and shiny and exhausted looking.

OH THE VFX BUDGET WENT UP BABBBEYYY OH LOOK AT THAT SHIT THATS COOL AS FUCK

So El isnt the one who opened the gate OG?? Really sick that they needed that much power to do it only forit to backfire and some little girl could do it with ease - OUFH SORRY TO THE BITCHES WHO JUST GOT EXPLODED

i understand why the bald men are sweaty and exhausted looking

SO WHY DO THEY WANT TO GET IN THERE SO BAD!!!!! OH THIS IS THE RUSSIAN PLOT PART YEAHHH

is this like ....... wanting to win the coldwar type shit??? because we're past the space race and into the 80s.... (<- guy who doesnt know much about this specific subject of history tbh)

EL LOOKS SO GOOD - fucking hate seeing them kiss im so sorry it makes me so uncomfortable - FEELING REAL HOPPER THOUGH LIKE ITS ICKY but also damn KING GIVE UR KID SPACE

i fucking LOVE THE shift in colours in this season !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE ITS SO BRIGHT I LOVE IT!!!! AND STEVEEEE!!!!!! AND I FINALLY GET TO MEET ROBIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh this movie is foreshadowing some shit i can feel it. labesq SHIT!!!!!!! AND THEN THE POWER GOING OUT!!!!!!!!!!! this means things my brain is too small to make proper connections

OH SHIT LITTLE ME!!!!!!!

YEAH SEE Lost smoke monster !!!!! somethings thers i just know it

"im not gonna fall in love" "ok"

JOYCE MY BELOVED

booOOOOOBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DUSTIIINNNNNNNNNN

<- guy whose just REALLY EXCITED TO SEE THEIR FAV LITTLE MAN

GIRLIES WHO ARE WE LOOKING COOL FOR IM -

thought it waas gonna be gay forgot Billy existed

HOPPER IS ACTUALLY A FUCKING INCEL IM CRYING ITS BEEN LIKE 20 MINUTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KING OH MY GOD SHUT UP rooted for you but nah youve really always been like this

A Heart to Heart? What is that? <- man whose never been shown compassion???? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IS shut up

ngl tho me n hopper shaking hands how to you approach people about things without people helping you write shit out word for word

this entire board roOM REMINDS ME OF THE BEGINNING OF SEASON 2 OF FARGO - but she a woman TYPE SHIT AKSHJD

Nancy is. trying so HARD and girl i am so sorry

HIS GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THE WAY HE TALKS ABOUT HER <3333

Steve. i got nothing to add he just. wow

ROBIN I LOVE HER I L OVE THE PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS ON THIS SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

Its romantic <- jealousy

Its gross <- somehow not jealousy tho sorry

Its bullshit <- jealousy

BRO ARE HE LLO WHAT PIED PIPER SHIT IS HAPPENING???? CRYING AT ALL THE LITTLE CGI GUYS LOOK AT THEM ALL!!!! THEY ALL HAVE LITTLE WHITE FEET THO???? THOSE ARE. exploding. theyre exploding. :(

ENOUGH OF HIM I DONT WANT TO SEE HIM I WANT TO SKIP THROUGH HIS MOMENTS I ACTUALLY HATE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH IM IN. PAIN. LIKE. OU GH. THE. SECOND HAND EMBARASSMENT IS? PAINFUL I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE HIM I HATE HIM IHATE HIM PHYSICALLY GAGGING

LUCAS AND MAX mAKE me so happy and MAx is still transmasc coded in my heaRTTTTT

DUSTIN BABY IM SO SORRY YOURE HAVING A MY CANADIAN GF MOMENT BUTSHES MORMON AND FROM UTAH

SHOWING MomEnts of Joyce being so happy and gENUINELY IN LOVE WITH BOB JUST HURTS SO MUCH HE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE

oh now we have shit with MAGNETS and the spaceship space race cold war babbeyyyy

DISEASE RATS!!!!!!!

HOPPER ASHING ON HIS FACE KING????? OW?????????????????????

This is so uncomfortable bro my dad did this to me once and it was horrifically misguided on his part and he was making some wild ass assumptions about my relationship with certain people and oUGADHADKAJSHAKSJH this isthe season of second hand embarassment and its PAINFUL

MIKE IS JUST MA KING IT WORSE PLEASE SHUT UP I OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I KEEP PAUSING IT BC I CANT HANDLE THIS

HOPPER H ELLO ????

IM

THIS IS

BRO THIS fucking entire season is gonna be so fucking painfULLLL STOP STOP STOP like the. BROOOOO stop stop stop whose got a link to a breakdown of the family dynamics between everyone and how fucked up everyone is i cant even put thi sinto words im just losing my mind hopethis makes sense

SORRY DUSTIN I !!! GOD. PICKING UP RUSSIAN SHIT INSTEAD OF HIS GF SORRY

i literally cant handle this weird Billy fucking Milfs arc and i cant even begin to stress how much i fucking hate it and him. I have literally no room in my heart for that piece of shit

im SORRY to KaREN WHEELER THOUGH LIKE DAMN GIRL your mariage is in shambles and you really want to be fucked by THIS GUY ?

HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IDIOT FUCKING GET ATTACKED BY FERAL DISEASED RATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CALLING ALL RATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KILL!!!!!!!!!!!!

i know he fucking dies but iM GONAN LOSE MY MIND DOES HE GET FUCKIGN KILLED BY STOPP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP THIS IS SO FUC NNY YEAHH HYEAHHH BABEY FUCKING GET HIS ASSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

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This was all Jon’s fault.

He should have known; he’d just brought about an apocalypse for christ’s sake! Of course it was too soon! Of course Martin would be upset at finding him rifling in the dark like an addict. What if there was something worse hiding away in another one and there he was, walking in on Jon pawing through the box for a goddamn snack?

But after the panic and questions and shouting at a sky that only looked on silent and steady, the shakiness was back. The ache. The draw that came from knowing they were here and whispering to him, beckoning to him, promising to ease the hurt building up in his bones as the Eye continued to take and take and take when the well had long since run dry.

And now Martin was alone. Holed up in the bedroom, their(?) bedroom, and it was Jon’s fault. He was alone again and it was because he was too selfish to think beyond feeding the monster he’d become. All because he couldn’t wait, couldn’t give him even a moment to try and forget about Jon’s dietary needs and the pain they caused. There was no way it was easy on Martin, knowing that Jon required.

This.

Worse still was the disappointment, the devastation rolling over him like the rain laden clouds of a storm as he backed away, anguished betrayal pooling in his eyes, even as Jon reached for him, excuses pouring over his lips like ink from a pen.

The mug in his hand seemed like such a paltry offering. Martin deserved infinitely more than this and Jon would never be up for the task if he kept relying on his more monstrous half. Like his resolve, his hold on the ceramic tightened. If Martin wanted him to hold off, or, or prove that he was better than his thirst for fear, then he would give that to him.

Anything for him.

“M’Martin?” He called through the door rather than knock, holding his breath while the decision to let him in or not was made. He couldn’t help but count the seconds, forty seven, a small eternity. Jon fought the impulse to apologize again, Martin said he did that far too much, likely thought he didn’t truly mean it because he never seemed to fix his mistakes. Patience. Wait.

It was not his forte.

“Come in.” Good lord, Martin sounded so tired and when Jon stepped into the room he could see him curled up on the bed facing away from him, the slope of his shoulders defeated. The desire to express remorse all but choked him and he swallowed it down with difficulty. It wouldn’t be for Martin anyway, not really, just another selfish attempt to assuage his own guilt.

“I’m. I brought tea?” Another step closer, watching Martin sit up slowly, elbow rising up as he swiped at his eyes. “O’of course it, it could never hope to m’measure up to yours. I’m afraid I’I’ve never been a deft hand.” He was babbling, rounding the frame so fast that liquid splashed over his fingers. “Mm. B’but here? It’s warm?”

“Thank you, Jon.” It shouldn’t have mattered but the lack of an endearment he’d become so used to was like a blow. Still, he accepted the tea, taking a measured sip before setting it aside and glancing up with red rimmed eyes.

“I. I wasn’t thinking.” To prevent himself reaching for more, Jon plucked at the bottom hem of his, of Martin’s jumper, picking and pulling at the stray threads.

“I was. Surprised, I guess? That you could even look at--” He shook his head, “it’s not important.” And while Jon didn’t agree considering how insensitive he’d been, he welcomed Martin’s arms around him.

“Can’t it wait, Jon?”

Caught.

As he tried to steal away up the stairs with his prize, all too aware of the inherent chicanery.

All too aware of the exasperation in Martin’s voice as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Exasperation with him.

“I can’t exactly...avoid you in here.” He gestured absently to the small space of the cabin made smaller by fear of leaving and they both knew well there was no way Martin wouldn’t be able to hear him. It physically hurt to replace the yellowed paper back into its watermarked manila folder.

“S’sorry Martin. Of course it can wait.” But it was worse for having held it in his hands, for having been so close and the Eye was railing at him now, shouting in his mind for his denial and dizzying him with its volume. Instead Jon settled for stumbling over to the couch to burrow into Martin’s warmth, sighing when he draped a heavy arm across his aching shoulders and dropped a kiss into his messy hair. Beneath his ear Martin’s pulse beat loud, nearly drowning out the yammering want and sluggish and thick, Jon responded in a sleepy hum to Martin’s questions, sinking into a doze when he began to pet through his tangled curls.

Without a dose of second hand fear it only became worse, to the point where his scars screamed out whenever he moved, breathed, and Jon found himself losing large tracts of time even when he wasn’t sleeping. The inside of his skull was stuffed full of candy floss and digging through any of it for a spare thought was far beyond his ken.

Martin didn’t leave anymore.

For very good reason, but Jon couldn’t find a moment alone to, to, to.

Eat.

Even old and stale they would provide a reprieve.

“Martin.” His own voice sounded as though he were hearing it through the walls of a submarine, muffled and strained, and he wasn’t totally certain of his volume. “I. I need to read. To read a statement.”

Please.

The disbelief knitting Martin’s brow almost made him want to cry. It. He’d waited so long. Tried to sneak, be out of the way, to ask.

“The world just ended!” Martin avoided saying just who ended it but it was there in the set of his mouth and Jon winced irrationally at the volume; he wasn’t being yelled at, just about. “And you want to read a bloody statement now?” Incredulous, and at his tone, Jon folded himself into a small origami shape on his spot on the sofa, sharp at all his corners and hopefully harder to hit.

“No! I mean, I--”

“I don’t understand.” His voice was soft now, imploring. "Did you forget what caused this in the first place?" Oh, but he knew the answer to this question. It was good to know.

“M’me?” When Martin sighed, the disappointment captured in it stung.

“Yeah, I mean, no. It’s not your fault you were tricked into reading--look, I just think it’d be better if we waited. At least until we have a plan?” That made sense and he said so, words tripping up in a jumble on his tongue. “Jon, are you alright?”

No. He was hurting and upset and couldn't decide which was the greater ache.

“Yes. Just tired.”

“I’m ready for a kip after the staring contest I had with the sky earlier.” That would be nice. Martin was warm and soft and it didn’t all hurt so much when he was asleep.

His scars pulsed with a feverish ache, twisting, burning, smoldering embers in a body crying out for relief, thoughts disconnected, disoriented, disjointed, knotted up past, present.

He hated this. Hated himself, hated how nothing made sense anymore, all a vast landscape of, boiling, melted wax running together in a kaleidoscope of color.

Martin must hate what he is, hate that he ruined the world and want him to know it. Maybe once he’d learned to be more careful, more thoughtful Martin would let him have one. That's all, he just had to be patient. He still held him, kissed him, loved him, this was just a, a lesson. That's all. When he told him the right answers, when he figured them out, he’d be allowed to read and fill the emptiness eating him away from inside out.

He’d rather Martin than a statement any day.

Just a bit longer.

“Jon.” Martin left him in bed this equivalent to morning in hopes it would stave off whatever he’d come down with but enough was enough. “You can’t spend all day sleeping, love. We need to figure this out.” You can’t ignore what you’ve done and leave me to clean up your mess. Uncharitable, the thought came out of nowhere and Martin was thankful he’d kept his frustration to himself. He knew it wasn’t his fault. Breaking it down to blame wouldn’t help anybody, least of all the entire world. Magnus was old and he’d taken the time to plan this, manipulating them all into place, and asking Jon to carry the whole weight of that wasn’t fair. Fading in and out, thick and syrupy, Jon’s unsteady voice rose from the mountain of quilts.

“Nnn...n’feeling...very well.” He looked dreadful, flushed and fevered, and not for the first time Martin wondered if this was a leftover side effect of the ritual. “S’so cold…” Taking pity, Martin curled around his too thin and shivering frame where Jon panted harshly into his neck, the brush of overheated air humid at his throat.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

“Hur’s.” Worry flooded Martin’s chest, constricting and tight. There were no doctors here, no ambulance he could call on.

“Where?”

“Ss…” With difficulty he flexed his burned hand.

“Scars?”

“Ah.”

“Alright, I’m here.” Gently Martin ran a light hand along the seam of his spine in the hope it brought Jon some measure of comfort if nothing else.

Idiot.

It took him too long to put the pieces together. How big did a neon sign have to be before he could read it?

Selfish. Foolish. Stupid. And the one paying dearly for it was Jon.

“You need to come awake for me, love.” He’d already heaved him up once only for him to swoon and this time he bullied him to his feet where he stood swaying dangerously but Martin needed him to be awake, to get his blood moving and stay that way.

“Mma’tin…” agonized, breathless, what had he said earlier? About hurting, his scars? God, Martin, you just watched him fall apart in front of you and did nothing. Worse than nothing. “Sstop…”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” For so much, for not listening, for thinking ever that Jon would keep seeking out statements for anything other than necessity. “You’re doing so well, so, so well.” To think he nigh accused him of wanting to Know and nothing else; childish and angry. “But you need to wake up, you need to be able to listen.”

“Am...am.” Marble mouthed, dark lashes like strokes of ink fluttered, obscured the unnatural green glow always seeking. “Lis…” he broke off into a low, shaky moan, curling into himself, trying to sink to the floor, and Martin wanted to cry, worried that if he left him alone for even a moment he wouldn’t be able to wake him again. So he swept him into his arms instead, heart shattering when Jon bit off a sharp sob as his palm ghosted over the gap in his ribs, sore and sensitive and even so, he turned his face into Martin’s chest, twisted trembling fingers into wash-worn wool with a keening whine. He'd hurt him, accused him, berated him.

And Jon still turned to him as though he were the sun.

“Shh, soon now.” Shallow and short, Jon’s chest hitched as he pressed his fever hot forehead hard into his shoulder and swallowed with a wet click.

“Mmah…” around another convulsive swallow and it was barely warning enough to get him over the sink where he coughed up the tea Martin forced into him earlier. Strung tight and painfully wound, Jon exhaled in relief when Martin let him slide boneless down the cabinetry to the floor, cheek pillowed on the cool painted wood. Lifting his chin, Martin brushed back sweat soaked curls, pressed a promise into fiery skin.

“I’m going to fix this.” As quick as he could Martin ran to the closet and grabbed the whole box, returning to find Jon sprawled out on his back, limbs twisted and loose where he fell. “Oh, Jon.” There was no time to make him comfortable, not when for all Martin knew he was dying because he’d refused to see what was right in front of him, what Jon had been trying to tell him. Because it meant that Jon truly wasn’t human and clearly part of Martin wanted to ignore that.

And now.

“Jon, darling, please.” In his lap, listless deadweight, face turned unconsciously toward the statements. “Open your eyes, Jon, which ones haven’t you read?” Martin clawed through the folders, skimming titles, trying to remember if he’d heard any snippets, but no. He didn’t like listening to them, didn’t want to hear the horrors of others. If he’d stayed with him would he have been able to stop Magnus’ plan? “Jon!” Listing numbers, names, until the floor around them was tiled in paper. Hitching him higher, Martin kissed his pulsepoint when his head lolled, slow and sluggish. “Jon.” Which one?

“Mmm...”

“This one?” He read the first sentence, shuddering already at the chill running up his spine. “Jon?” Another paragraph and uncoordinated, his arm struck out, reaching blindly. “Okay, alright. Are you listening?” The tiniest nod, Martin wasn’t sure if he imagined it or not, but began to read, steady as he could, sick with himself when the tremors eased and tight, spasming muscles unspooled under his worried hand. When the tears came he had to force himself to keep on, beside himself that he couldn’t comfort him. With the great gasping breaths of a man half drowned, Jon swung his arms around Martin’s neck when the strength came back to his arms as it all drew to a close.

“Th’thank you.” Damp spread over his skin, his words tinged with desperate relief. “M’sorry, m’s’sorry.”

“For what?” He clutched him back, the sound of paper crumpling in his fist sharp in his ears and punctuated by Jon’s frantic apologies, his uneasy gratefulness.

“Th’thank you, Martin, thank y’you. Won’ a’a’ask again.”

“Jon.”

“Can wait.” The quake in his voice was shivery and small and devastation pooled in Martin’ stomach.

It sounded too much as though--

“Oh darling, oh no, no. I.” He had to pause, to swallow the tangle of emotion clotting up his throat and gathered him closer. “I didn’t understand. That’s all. I would. Jon.” Gently he shifted him to get a look at his tear streaked and exhausted face, swiping at his own eyes before cupping his cheek and drawing his thumb over the too-prominent bone there. “Never, I would never h’hurt, or punish--I didn’t know. I didn’t listen.” The first statement’s reprieve was wearing thin and Martin settled Jon against his chest where he laid still, head resting on his shoulder as he reached for another envelope.

The light never changed, no matter the time, but it was softer now. Here.

Pastel behind his eyelids as if swimming through a twilight consciousness into the soft sensations of waking. The knit strands of Martin’s cardigan threaded between his tangled fingers and he shifted closer, so warm, the fever chills he’d suffered for days a thing of the not too distant past. Jon wanted to collect this feeling, this safety, bottle it up for when Martin finally figured out that the only thing he knew how to do was take. Holding his breath, he tried to stay in this moment and absorb the feeling of Martin’s body pressed against his own, slotted perfectly together like a pair of puzzle pieces, the heat generated beneath the quilt comforting, intoxicating.

Even though Jon could tell you more than most that stealing scraps of affection never amounted to enough.

Soft kisses rained over his skin, over every scar, because he’d been unable to cry quietly enough to leave Martin undisturbed. He pulled away, scrubbed his face with the heel of his scarred hands.

“Sorry.”

“Please, don’t be.” And he wanted to believe him, that he could have this even with what he was. That he wouldn’t ruin Martin like he’d already ruined so much. “Come here, love.” Patient. Martin was so patient with him even when the uncertainty had to show in his face. “It’s alright.” And Jon dove back in, hands not so much brushing against each other as colliding when he reached for more, more, more, taking, taking, taking. Hiccuping with sobs, burrowing close, closer, the closest he could be, where Martin’s kiss was a soft promise pressed between them, told to his mouth rather than his ear but a message of love and protection and tenderness all the same. Tears he forgot he’d been crying were thumbed gently away, so carefully it was as though Martin worried he would break under the weight of his touch.

Sated, the Beholding a murmur lost in the rhythm of Martin’s heart, Jon allowed himself to be lost, to let someone else, someone he loved and who loved him in return, carry it all just for a little while.

“How’re you feeling?” He approached with a cup of tea, inadequate though it was for an apology, passing it off to Jon’s eager, steady hands. His color was better, the flush faded, and he’d stopped moving like there were needles wedged in every joint.

“Much better, thank you, Martin.” Whyever would he thank him? But here he was, eyes closed in appreciation of the first sip, patting the cushion next to him in open invitation.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” After a beat of silence Jon set aside the mug and folded his hands in his lap.

“I thought you knew.” His fingers flexed and Jon forced himself to look Martin in the eye. “I thought it was what you, what you wanted.” And the confusion in his expression, that he had possibly miscalculated, was painful. But isn’t that what he’d learned time and time again? Tim, Basira, Melanie, Daisy, even Martin himself! That when he made mistakes, made wrong choices, when he’d done something they didn’t approve of he’d been yelled at, ridiculed, threatened, terrified, hurt, abandoned. He laughed, a bitter, deprecating huff. "I did end the world after all. You've a right to be upset."

“Wha--no! Jon, no! If I’d--” speechless, that Jon just accepted so easily being hurt this way, accepted that Martin, even accidentally, wanted to see him punished for his part in bringing about Magnus’ plan.

“When I, I asked. I. It made you so angry.”

"Jon. No matter how angry I am, I never want to hurt you or punish you. That’s not okay."

"But--"

“I should have never made you feel--” He grit his teeth, calmed his voice. There was no part of him that wanted Jon to interpret his anger at himself as anger pointed towards him. “Please, if I do this again. Please, love.” For a moment Jon looked like he wanted to argue and Martin tugged him into an embrace, overjoyed when it was returned, his response muffled in his jumper.

“Alright.”

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096: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness

682: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you

049 [desperately]: sstop with the mixed messages i am begging you

[akari-urokiri]

Let's have some fun, Kitten.. - Chapter 1 - Akari_Urokiri - Naruto [Archive of Our Own]

-…. i.. – he bitted his lip, his gaze going to Tobirama own and Tobirama on purpose wetted them with the tip of his tongue, not taking his red gaze from Uchiha face. ‘He is soo interesting, just why I didn’t saw it sooner? …. Maybe, maybe I saw but I didn’t want to accept that, that he was old enough to have sex. To be someone else than Hashirama childhood friend, the guy I knew since he was five..’ - … i.. Haah… - another gulp of his own saliva and Tobirama wanted it to be something different. – I – he looked at his red eyes. – want.. something more than… one time.. thing..with you Senju.. – and after that he kissed him, shyly, fearfully that the offer was only the joke and the twenty-two-year-old will push him away, but Tobirama didn’t do that. As they still have looked their gaze, his hand which was still near teen hair went to the back of his head to get his head closer his own and depend the kiss, to show him that he also wants it, mean it. Their first kiss was slow, delicate but with passion and long, with opened eyes, because neither of them wanted to lose the battle, the battle to be the first to close the eyes and lost the view of other face. ‘Maybe other time, but not now.’ Tobirama though as they broke the kiss, both panting slightly and not moving their faced away too far from each other, only to have some space.

- Now.. if you could allow me, I really would like to get ride of my own clothes, Madara and that vibrator from your ass. – he whispered and their mouth touched with his every word. – But, - his look was gently – if you are not ready for something more than masturbation we can..

-.. Nno! – now Madara all face was red, but he didn’t break the eye contact with Tobirama. – I’m ready, like it won’t be my first time with guy so..! And! I really want to do it with you! – he shouted and Tobirama normally could tell him to not shout, but something different was on his mind. ‘Wait, someone else was with him? Who?! Hashirama never told me that or Izuna and those two really loves to talk about Madara! Wait, now isn’t the time to think about it, he gave me his permission. Let’s think about it after sex.’

- Then – Tobirama started pulling his hair and exposing his neck to his mouth. – let’s start with the real fun then. – his mouth touched Madara neck leaving light kisses there and his other hand went to his pants to open his belt.

-… Mmhm… Pplease.. aah…. Let me.. do it… - Madara told him gasping as his smaller hands came near Tobirama waist and the front of his jeans, where he was sure that he could feel his erection, which was evidenced by another swallow of saliva beneath Tobirama mouth. ‘Shit, I want to bite him there and leave some nasty marks, but he has school tomorrow.’

- Does Hashirama will return today?

- Ah…mmmm… Nooo.. he is.. staying with.. Mito.. – the teen looked down at his hands which tried to work on Tobirama belt. – Sshit.. can you.. Sstop? For a second? – he asked and Tobirama smirked, moving his tongue from his Adam apple down to Madara trachea, between his collarbones.

- Mhm? Am I distracting you kid? – he asked, licking his skin and wanted to get ride of this blanked and the shirt. ‘Too big shirt, to belong to him.’ He though as his teeth lightly bitted Madara skin, making him moan shyly and Tobirama felt that in the same time Uchiha opened his belt and then went his button with the zipper. – Condom?

- … Un.. Under the pillow.. – he informed him and the hand which was on his own pants went to look for the condoms, making Tobirama to lean on Madara body and bed more.

- Mmm… - he hummed and when his fingers found what he wanted, he moved his body away from Madara to stood up and look at him. Madara send him a questioned look, not knowing if he done something wrong and Tobirama wanted to touch his face, but he didn’t. – Lay on your back, but before that take off that shirt… or just unbutton it. – he gave him instruction as he lowered his own pants with boxers to free his erection, on which he put on a condom, but his gaze never left Madara, who also was observing him. – Like what you see?

[idjitlili]

What can I say I like a climb.

Thorin xhalf elf!reader

A/n:Bruh imagine having a crush on Andy from the office before just because you had a dream about him dressing up as Gaston and coming to your old high school only to see you slip on the grass. Yeah it happened a couple of months ago when I was still in high school

Summary:growing up as Gandalf's adopted daughter ,being apart of the company only to pass through Rivendell,only to make thorin rage with jealousy

Word count:1921

It was no secret that Gandalf wasnt your real father, you both looked nothing a like. However this didnt stop him loving you like you were his actual child,you werent sure if wizard could have children. You wondered if he ever got horny,it disturbed you but you did wonder. Anyways yiu didnt know your parents ,they were killed by orcs ,Gandalf found you crying as babe ,and thats all you know. You were half elf ,half human ,mostly Thorin didnt like that very much when he found out ,it just meant you lived longer than a human would.

So how you ended up in the company of Thorin Oakenshield was; simply because Gandalf didnt want to leave you with the elves again ,or leave you at home where you could be in more danger. You were more than capable of defending yourself,due to your many vists with Elrond they had trained you very well. You also became best friends with Lindir since he was responsible for most of your training ,plus being your tutor. Lindir was also abandoned as a child but was taken in by Elrond. He grew to become a marchwaden.

Lindir was a shy elf ,as were you ,yet around each other you were very comfortable. Many of your visits he would have to carry to your room ,because you had fallen asleep against him looking at the stars while he told you a story. You both very much enjoyed each others company.

However your feelings towards the dwarven king were much different to how you felt about Lindir. You knew you liked him as soon as you saw him at Bag end ,yes you were very much taken back by his looks ,you swear you fell in love with him right then and there. Of course you thought he could never like you ;he's a bloody king. Oh how wrong you were. He had no choice but to allow you on this quest ,being gandalf,s daughter and all. Gandalf told him to basically to shut the fuck up ,you were coming.

Thorin would never admit it but he did always make sure you were safe,and eating ,covering up with shes such a burden,or whatever. What about when he found out you were part elf? Yeah so you had just bathed and your hair was wet and pushed back and he saw your ears he was like

"you are fucking elf?" he had literally grabbed your elf ,whilst you were standing up ,looking at it ,you had groaned at the contact. Lets pretend that didnt make want Thorin touch your ears more roughly."part,not full,cant you tell compared to elves im an orge." and with that you had pulled your ear from his dwarven fingers walking away. He was left in shock ,how you could thik so low of yourself. shrek is hot though,but you thought you were an ugly orge.Thorin didnt like elves,but he definitly liked you had thought you were absolutely beautiful. With your e/c eyes ,h/l h/c hair,your height ,our form your personality everhting.

Anyways you had just arrived at Rivendell,Lindir hadnt seen you in a while ,and hadnt noticed you yet. You were led to dinner ,with was all veg,you had to agree with ori you could do with some chips right about now,or even some lembas bread. You werent surprised that he didnt recognise you you had developed more in body wise plus you were muddy and wearing a big coat and hat. He had looked for you when he saw Gandalf but when he couldnt see you he assumed you were at home ,he was disappointed..

Kili was sat next to you and Bofur ,he was admiring the elves,saying they didnt have enough facial half. "though that one isnt  bad." he had gestured to a male elf,making the whole company burst out with laughter. "that isnt a  elf maiden." kili face flashed red in embarrassment. You had nudged him still giggling "dont worry,young prince, I know which male elf I would fuck too." you had smirked eyeing lindir ,of course you wouldnt but if you had to you would. The company had laughed again "shes got a dirty mouth laddies." dwalin had pipped up, you smirked pulling off your coat and hat,as the company watched in confusion.

Standing up running over to Lindir ,jumping up onto him wrapping your legs around his waist,arms around his/ next. The company had gasped in shock."is she allowed to do that...?" bilbo had questioned,Thorin watched with a scowl on his face,Dwalin noticed laughing at his friend ,who scoffed. You had pressed a kiss to Lindir's cheek,who's arms now went around your back holding you to him,securely. "mellon, Its been a time." he had spoke placing you down,hugging you briefly. "it has indeed , I missed my bestfriend." you stood in front of him ,smiling ,thorin was still not convinced he was just your friend.

 "youve grown mellon nin." he smiled ,speaking quietly trying to ignore the dwarves ,Thorin almost scoffed louder than a waterfall,as it was obvious what he meant.  The dwarves watched carefually as the next  thing out your mouth really made them think that they really didnt know you. "I know! my breasts have grown finally!" you had literally squished your boobs together over your tunic,making lindir blush in embarrassment ,but laughing. Kili  and fili had watched you ,before looking at their uncle smirking ,he didnt even look at them.  " i meant your slyness," you had giggled at him before hugging him again,before informing him you would talk to him later ,joining the dwarves again.

In which they all stared at you intensely. "so ,you and the elf then?" kili had spoken ,nudging you in the ribs like you had down to him earlier. "yeah we are bestfriends." thorin had scoffed,you had looked at him confused at this gesture. "just friends? right" his tone stern and disbelieving."we have been friends since I was a babe,thats all." you tried to hold eye contact with  thorin but he just looked away with a hard expression. "but you said you rough it up with him." Dwalin tried defending his best bud. "it was a joke thats it,hes my bestfriend that all. not that it is any of your bloody businesses. " you stood up abruptly. "thank you elrond for dinner ,may I be excused."he had simply nodded his head ,you gathered your coat,and hat one for Lindir to come over taking them leading to you to your room.

His hand on your mid back,leading you away from the drama ,Thorin had watched you leave almost gulity for making you upset. Once he had gotten you to your room he had began to sort you a bath ,brushing through your tangled hair first,slowly getting you to relax."Ooooh I'm a dwarf I can give a joke ,but I cant take one, also my nose is bigger than my dick" you had mocked as Lindir finished your hair ,pulling you up shoving you in the bathroom. "you know they are only doing it because Thorin thinks you like me and not him. You mouth gapped open as he shut the bath room door aallowing your privacy.

You couldnt sstop thinking about what Lindir said so much so once you were in your night gown ,exiting the bathroom to meet with Lindir for a stroll in the gardens. You had tripped on your own feet, and Lindir didnt see as he was reading a  book in a chair.  Turns out you landed badly on your wrist ,screamed out in pain,Lindir became sonic rushing to you.You didnt even get a chance to explain before he rushed you to the healers. In which they gave you some herbs for the pain and wrapped up your sprained wrist,putting it into a sling.  

Lindir had held out his arm for you ,and led you to a bench in the gardens  ,your damp hair pushing it out your face in annoyance. Lindir notices this forces you to sit down,before he braids it swiftly ,before a voive clears their throat. Lindir finishes tying the braid off with a ribbon,he places a hand on your shoulder,before bowing his head at at someone leaving. You turn to see Thorin standing in front of you ,you quickly stand,hiding your arm in robe. You knew he would be furious if he saw what happen. His face is unreadable ,he's scowling as usual.

"uh..hi?" you had spoken unsure where to look,just generally confused why he was here. "you aren't together ,but he braids your hair?" he scowls ,you groan in annoyance,walking closer to him. "you know what you are bloody getting on my nerves, dwarf." you had growled out his eyes go wide slightly at your outburst,before returning into a scowl. "for the last time I am NOT dating lindir. The only reason he was braiding my bloody hair was because I sprained my wrist , and couldnt. Secondly even so he can because to elves and humans braids dont suggest we are bloody fucking." you had pointed your left hand ,pointer finger into his chest harshly. You tried not to go weak at the knees ,feeling the muscle he had on his chest.

Yet Thorin had became unbelievably calm as he forced you to sit with him on the bench,by guiding you with his hand on your mid back. "how did that happen?your arm." his hand reached over to move the robe from covering it,his hand lightly grazing the bare skin on your upper arm. Of course you were wearing an night gown under ,just incase you forgot. "..uh..weell i bathed ,then i walked out and tripped over my own feet ,thats it. Before you say anything thats why I was screaming not because lindir had his dick in me." you looked at him deadly serious ,he had sent you smile which was completely new to you.

"I believe you,y/n. I'm sorry for the way I werent around trying to find out if you were free to court?" you had choked at his words. "wait Lindir was right ,you do want to court me?" you had  almost whispered ,he had nodded at you before you threw your one arm around him,hugging him tight ,which he does the same yet carefually,not wanting hurt your arm more.

"Lindir is going to tease me till the end of time,i swear."

bonus~in greenwood .

"and why does a half elf travel with dwarves." Thranduil had asked you circling you both , in reply you had jumped on Thorin ,wrapping legs around his waist.

"what can I say I like to climb" Thorin smirked at the elven king.

"guards remove her!"

"dont tell my dad!"

[arisluvr]

haircut

about: peter needs a haircut, and needs it desperately. you offer to give him one but it doesn't go too well..

800+ words!

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"sit still silly!"

peter ruffled his semi wet hair and looked up at you. "do you even know what you're doing y/n?"

"uhhh duh, i watched a brad mondo video on youtube i'm pretty much a pro now." you held up your hot pink comb.

"okay, just be careful."

"stop worrying, i won't mess anything up." you began to section his hair and part the longer parts away.

you then turned on the hair clippers and peter jumped out of his seat in a fighting stance.

"woah you good there?" you laughed.

"yeah, just a little startled.."

"okay.." you started to lightly shave starting from the bottom up.

after getting the hang of cutting his hair, you felt confident. and peter was definitely liking how it was coming out.

"i should start a business! y'know like doing superhero's hair and stuff."

he looked up in the mirror and smiled,"good idea, you should name it..super styles or- hero hair!"

"maybe!" you said focusing on evening the back. "can you keep still for this part, i'm trying not to mess it up."

"yeah."

that was a lie.

while you were shaving upwards, peter decided that it was a good time to see why his phone got a notification.

"wait peter!"

a huge chunk of hair floated to the ground. a silence filled the bathroom.

"i said..not to MOVE." you covered your eyes to avoid seeing the damage caused.

"is it a lot..?" he muttered looking up at the ceiling.

you slowly uncovered your eyes, one finger at a time and-

"HOLY SHIT-" you covered your mouth because you said that way too loud and someone was prone to walking in now.

peter stood up and grabbed the handheld mirror to see his new bald spot.

"Y/N!"

"nononono-" you ran out the bathroom and into the living room where all the avengers were hanging out watching twilight.

bucky shoved popcorn into his mouth,"steve, this is the last time i'm discussing this with you. i am on team jacob!"

you slid around the corner and got some of their attention.

"oh hey y/n what's up? we heard just now, you alright?" steve asked.

"help me!"

"what happened? ughh, did peter get stuck to the ceiling again?"

"no, i was cutting his hair a-and he moved and i-"

"y/n!" peter sped walked behind you and startled you.

"go aWAY!" you ran towards the couch and hid behind nat.

"hey,maybe we can work this out, peter move your hand so we can see how much she cut off." nat spoke.

peter turned around and removed his hand to reveal the huge bald spot on his head.

sam had spit out his drink on bucky, tony and clint were trying to hold in their laughter, nat was hiding her smile and steve was the only one concerned.

"it's bad isn't it!" peter groaned.

sam was now trying not to laugh,"n-not if we don't look at the back of your head."

peter looked at everyone's expression in the room,"go ahead, laugh."

the living room filled with laughter and jokes about the bald spot, drowning out the sounds of the movie.

"it's like she ran a lawnmower over it!" clint chuckled.

tony didn't make it better by adding,"look! he's the first out of us to start balding!"

"i'm gonna kill you!" peter charged towards you and picked you up over his head.

"NOO- NAT HELP!"

everyone turned to nat to see what'd she was going to do.

"eh they'll figure it out." she got a handful of bucky's popcorn and everyone went to watching the movie again.

surprisingly, peter wasn't that mad. he knew that it would eventually grow back and not be a bald spot anymore. but just to worry you he acted like was.

with you still over his shoulder, he tossed you on his bed and tickled you.

"s-ssTOP," you erupted with giggles and swatted his hands away.

"this is your punishment!" he grinned.

"i'm sorryy!" you rolled over and he stopped.

"it's fine y/n. hair grows back."

"really?" you said out of breath.

"yeah."

"oh good. for a second i thought you were going to actually kill me- like summon an army of spiders to eat me or something."

"wha- i cant do that."

you took your hair out of the messed up ponytail it was in and redid it,"you never know until you try."

"i- okay, do you wanna go and watch twilight?" he asked.

"sure."

you and peter walked out and into the living room to join everyone. you snuggled under the blanket nat had and peter sat beside you.

"can someone pass me the popcorn?"

"okay..baldi."

"hey!"

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ughhh i haven't posted a fic in such a LONG time. i just had been procrastinating, being on tumblr (which is really fun) and being boredd. but anyways i might be getting back into my regular writing 'schedule' if my writers block doesn't get to me again 😔💔. but yeah that's it lol, ily all!

[vangoddamn]

Every other emotion

Promt: could you write maybe something where van and the reader are competetive, alomost like they hate each other but they’re too stubborn to admit themselves that they have feelings for ech other? 

Warning: Swearing, kinda fluffy at the end, minor sexual abuse

A/N: Hope this is ok, quite like the ending, thanks for the suggestion! Love Em xx

“Van! Turn your fucking music down I’m tryin to do some work in here!” I yelled over the top of his shit ‘the streets’ album. I had one of my final papers to hand in soon and I was stessed to say the least. Bondy had said Van could crash at ours for a coupla weeks for some interviews they had and I was fuming. Van had always, as soon as Johnny joined his band, made it his life’s mission to ruin mine. I couldn’t stand him and more than a week with him meant alot of mental breakdowns and my temper to shoot through the roof.

“Chill, love” He said, whilst rolling his eyes and turned it down by a notch “Thought this was ya fave track?” The smirk on his face with his sarcasm made me want to slap it right off, but for Bondy’s sake I sighed deeply and went back to writing.

I was always quite content on my own, never really having a big group of friends. It was always me, Becks, Bondy and Lou. Then things changed, I went to uni with Becks, Lou travelled the world and Johnny joined Catfish. The start of the end of my world! 

I finally got into the zone again and submitted the last of all my assignments, meaning the end of Uni! Bondy had decided we should go out at the end of the week and I was buzzing for it. Until then I had to cope with being stuck in a flat with Van.

I shuffled into the kitchen feeling a little restless and bored to see all the lids over playing fifa. I made my way over to the end of the sofa where Bondy was sat with his controller and sat on the side. He was playing against Larry and majorly loosing.

“aaawww Bonds, look give it ere” I said whilst he gave up handing me the controller. I was a boss at Fifa, always playing against my younger brother when he came over.

“Nah, that’s not fair!” Larry winged, knowing my skills. But Van being the cocky bastard he was, stood up saying he’d challenge me anyday.

“Go on then” I egged him on wanting to see his face when he inevatably lost. He swanned over to the controller Larry held out to him.

The game started strong on my side and it was clear I was winning. By the look on Vans face he was suprised until he started to get back on it. I was three, two to me but he’d just scored making me a little tense by our sudden evens. I grit my teeth until the game ended and we drew. That was even worse than losing I thought to myself. The look on his face was not what I had anticipated and I was to say the least a little pissed off. I didn’t know why but I always got that little bit more riled up him. He did something to make me tick and blood boil.

“Sorry y/n, maybe next time” he beamed clearly pleased with himself knowing he’d got the better of me.

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It was Friday finally and me and Becks were getting ready in our finery. I’d decided to go with a simple black number with a pair of heels to match. Becks had always been prettier than me and her long blond flowing hair made people stare at her through the streets. She wore a short red dress with a corset type lace back, extravigant to match her personality.

It didn’t take long for me to get ready with minimal make up so we all headed off to town. The clubs were raging and I made my way to the bar asking for shots. Unfortunately Van got there before me and it wasn’t long before we were teasting each other with our alcahol tolerance. Shot by shot we had pretty much gone through every spirit you could imagine, although throughout not one of us backed down. Instead we just stared harder into each others eyes. I think it must’ve been the alcahol but I was finding things in Vans eyes I’d never seen before. The pool of blue, with hint of green and brown swirled into it transfixed me and for a moment I spaced out until he nudged me saying he won and I was weak. 

There he went again, making me hate him with his arrogance and know it all demeanor. I stumbled to the dance floor finding Benji and Becks dancing togethr. I liked them two and always thought they’d be good together. Bondy found me soon after asking if I wanted a smoke, I accepted his proposal and he led me outside arms linked around my body.

“I saw you with, Van earlier, you got the hots for him” he chuckled to himself trying to tease me knowing full well it would work.

“Ew!” I pulled away from him, screwing my face up in discust at the thought of that cocky boy. “Bonds what the hell?”

“Don’t think I didn’t see your little stare, I’ve seen that look from both of ya before and come on you’ve been flirting with him for years like”

“Bonds, let’s get this straight! I detest Van and will for the rest of my life, I’d rather die than talk to him for more than ten minutes!” I slurred mixing some of the words up on the way.

“y/n, You were drinking with him at the bar for over an hour and I bet ya my whole life savings your just doin what ya always do to lads.” He stated plainly, slightly startling me as if he were pointing out the obvious. He was right though, I’d always had tendencies to push people away but my drunk mide didn’t register that.

“Nah, Bonds your waaaay wrong” I sighed whilst letting out a huff of smoke. as I did Van came wondering out with some girl wrapped round him like some kind of pet. I physically wretched from the sight or maybe it was the alcahol but soon after I felt my blood begin to boil and rushed into the club again making it my mission to find someone.

It didn’t take too long as it was late and most guys were drunk an gagging for it. The guy I’d found looked like an idiot, someone I’d never go for and would probably leave once he got what he wnated. Perfect.

I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a messy kiss, dragging him outside. I never was the type to really do this but somehow I was feeling different. I saw Becks give me a funny look but I carried on. It wasn’t long until we were outside ,where Van and his ‘pet’ once were, and random kissing guy with too much tongue started to go for more. 

Suddenly I didn’t really want to do this and maybe this was all because of Van. I tried to resist him and tell him to sstop but he wasn’t, forcefully he jammed his knee between my thighs and ground me into the wall. I tride to scream out but nothing was to be heard. I kind of blanked out for a second until I felt the man being pulled away from me and I heard shouting.

I tried to tune in quickly realising that the random guy was being pushed to the ground and punched by none other than Van. The guy ran off as Van came too check if I was ok. I was so confused, if he hated me so much why do something like that for me?

“Shit y/n, are you ok? Did he hurt you?” Van fussed over me and checked for any sign of damage to my body. Again in my drunk state of mind I got lost inhis eyes, Drowning in the deep pools of blue. I clearly worried him not answering and he brushed his thumb down my cheek.

He decided he’d take me home slinging my arm round his shoulder as he held my weight. I suddenly felt a feeling of dissapointment in him and myself. Maybe Bondy ws right, maybe I did like him, maybe he liked me. Feelings were never my thing and as I sorted through everything about van in my head I subconsciously made a pro con list. I didn’t quite know why, since I met him I only felt pure hatrid towards him and the feeling was always mutual. It was almost a safety blanket to hae each other. But as soon as I saw him with another girl that blanket got stollen away from me, and I wanted it back.

“Van...” I started

“y/n....”

“where’d that girl go?”

“Oh .....Umm she left.” He hesitated slightly and I wondered why. The thinking made me stop and I became confused. “Come on idiot, you’ll freeze to death if you stand there all night” He mocked trying to get back to our old habits.

“Yeah ok...” I hung my arm round his shoulder again and he put his jacket round me. 

Once we got to the door of the apatement I couldn’t help but feel different. I knew I was drunk but something had changed and I couldn’t work out what. I stumbled to my room as Van dissapeared into Lous old one. I changed into some comfier clothes and tried to get dome sleep but it was useless. The thoughts in my mind killing me. I was usually so stubborn and I knew what I wanted but tonigt I didn’t and it scared me.

I got up not really knowing what I was doing and whent to my door to find someone was already there, thinking the same as me. And no sooner did I open that door was I met with a pair of lips colliding with mine. For a moment I forgot who I was and kissed back. It felt natural as his tongue rolled against mine. But suddenly reality hit and I pulled away confused, shocked and every other emotion.

He smiled back at me shyly and I realised, I was an idiot. I leant back into his lips feeling confused but safe at the same time. Nothing as I knew it would be the same and I’d probably owe Bondy alot of money.

[lowsodiumlevels]

Short little thing I wrote.

Shiken was in his respiteblock, just sitting on the little couch he had in there but it kinda looked like a nest rather than a couch. Made him feel more comfortable. As of right now though, he wasn't. He couldn't relax. He then got up and went downstairs. Maybe he could make himself some tea. Entering the kitchen. He filled the teapot with water and let it boil on the stove. Going over to the pantry he looked for some tea that Janeal gave him. When Janeal drinks tea it makes her drunk, which kinda worried him a bit. But that's just the effect it gives her. It's just regular tea. Maybe he needs to take her to that teal blood doctor "Taco" no.."Tabloen" try again…."Kevin" not even close! eh, Shiken knows who he's talking about. 

"pfft- you look sStresSsSed out bro."

Shiken jumped and nearly blasted Anlero. how the- well he's his brother, of course he'd know where Shiken lives. Didn't really expect a visit from him though. Kinda made him happy. 

"/holy zhit, wh3n did you g3t h3r3?." 

Anlero walked over and leaned on the counter. Chuckling at Shiken's surprise. 

"Uuuh- jusSt now? you doing ok btw? you never drink tea. That sShitsS kinda weird for you." 

Shiken rolled his eyes and laughed. Getting a cup from the cupboard. 

"/My Moirail zaid it'z too h3lp m3 r3lax, ok./Zo might az w3ll giv3 it a try." 

"Cool Cool. Gettin' ya chill on. but uh- really I never sStopped and jusSt asSked….Are you actually ok?"

Shiken paused for a moment. Of course he was ok. Why wouldn't he be. He's living his best life. Has a wonderful Moirail and Matesprit. What else could he want. He's…….o-oh. Right. That. 

"/y3ah dud3, I'm good." 

Anlero noticed Shiken's tone. He wasn't good. He knows Shiken. More than Shiken knows himself. He moved infront of Shiken and put his hand on his shoulders, bending down a bit. Breathing in before saying something he should've said a long time ago. 

"...do you wanna talk about it? I know you've been holding it in for sSo long and….I think we need to finally disSsScusSsS it…"

'Discuss it?' Now? NOW he finally asks that? after being gone for so long and leaving Shiken alone. Shiken's psionics sparked a bit. Anlero quickly pulled him in for a hug. Hearing low hissing coming from Shiken. 

"h-hey! sSsSsSh it'sS ok!! we don't have to it'sS ok! I'm sSorry!". 

Anlero's eyes widened as he felt Shiken push him away pretty hard. Looking up to see Shiken's psionics going wild. 

"/FUCK YOU!! WHY TH3 FUCK WOULD I WANNA TALK ABOUT TH3 ON3 THING I HAT3 MOZT?!".

Anlero felt guilty now. of course. It's stupid to think Shiken would want to talk. The teapot's water was now boiling. Whistling from the heat. Ringing loud.

"sShiken, calm down it's-". 

"/NO DON'T TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN! I'VE BEEN CALM FOR SOOO LONG AND I CAN'T EVEN GO OUT AND KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH OR ELSE I LOSE EVERYTHING! I DON'T CARE IF HE'S GOOD OR BAD NOW! WHAT HE DID TO ME WILL NOT BE CASTED ASIDE WITHOUT PUNISHMENT!". 

Shiken's psionics zapped the teapot, sending it flying across the Kitchen. Hot boiling water splashing on the floor. Hitting Anlero's arm. He hissed in pain. Shiken was panting, trying to catch his breath from his outburst. His psionics sparking still around his body. He quickly shook his head. Seeing Anlero burned. 

"/….I-I'm zorry!! HOLY FUCK ANNI3 I'M ZORRY, I DIDN'T M3AN TO-". 

He instantly became a sobbing mess. Once again his anger getting the best of him. Running and getting some ice from the freezer, he put it on Anelro's arm. 

"i-it'sS ok, I know you didn't mean it….AlsSo I think it'sS better if you got me a towel...to make thingsS sSecure and sStuff". 

Shiken nodded and got what Anelro asked for. Feeling bad for being stupid and angry. He really was sorry. Anlero just wiped away the golden tears that were on his lil' bro's face. Getting some of his face paint on his fingers, he just wiped it off. Pulling shiken in for another hug. Shiken was just sobbing and repeating "I'm sorry" over and over again. Anelro just patted him and telling him it's ok. Reassuring him that he forgives him. 

"I'm the one who sShould be sSorry...bringing up old sShit that ya don't like. My bad dude…..how about I make you the tea and you go and resSt ok?" 

Shiken frowned. 

"/what no! your arm iz burn3d! you don't hav3 to do that, I'll do it! / it'z you who n33dz to r3zt!". 

Anlero used his psionics to float Shiken over to the couch and made him sit down. 

"sSorry bro, no can do. now sSit there and get ya chill on." 

Anlero then started to make Shiken his tea. While Shiken just sat there. Feeling awful but at least Anlero is easily forgiving. It can be a good and bad thing though. Once the tea was done, Anlero brought it over to Shiken. Sitting down next to him. 

"/...Thank you….but you r3ally didn't hav3 to…". 

Anlero just pat Shiken's head. 

"C'mon dude, I'm your big bro. No matter what you do or sSay isS gonna sStop me from caring ok. Burn me all ya want, it'sS not gonna break my heart". 

Shiken just leaned his head against Anlero. Feeling a sense of safety next to him. Whispering another 'Thank you'. Anlero just smiled. 

"no prob, Bumblebee".