#who should be cancelled fellas?

[thinkinonsense]

for more logan angst, would you consider doing a "one year later" or something like that follow-up to dbf!logan and the i love you fight?

i miss you, i'm sorry-dbf!logan howlett x fem!reader

part one

456 days after

everyday your words haunted logan. he could picture you with tears in your eyes so clearly. he still went down to your fathers bar; needing something to cope. you left shortly after the fight, using the money you had saved up from working at the bar to get an apartment a couple towns over. there needed to be distance between you and logan but it seemed that no where was far enough.

logan knew every tiny detail about your life since you left. your father shows him pictures of how you decorated your apartment and tells him about the new boyfriend you've got. he should be happy; you got out before logan could get you hurt. instead, he's been drinking himself to sleep most night. your favorite bra and sleeping shorts still sat in his bedroom dresser, untouched but they still smelled like you.

"she comes home next week." your father says, pouring logan another glass of whiskey. "her mom and i are throwing her a small welcome home party, you should come by."

as if logan wouldn't feel more like a dick, he had also drove you away from your parents. always coming up with an excuse for why you can't come visit.

"i'm not sure–"

logan was cut off by your father again.

"c'mon, bud. i don't wanna be the only guy there." he jokes, excited to see you but just maybe not your friends that your mom invited.

"uh, sure." logan sighs, taking another swig from the glass. he desperately hoped that your father would forget or that logan could come up with some excuse.

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your thumbs drum anxiously at the steering wheel as you drive down your old street. the nerves were finally hitting, too late to turn back like you had many times before. all of your friends cars sat in the driveway, you can't cancel on them again.

logan could smell you before you even got out of your car. he's down in the basement with your dad and a few of the guys from the bar. his mind was anywhere except present as he focused solely on you.

"that should be her, fellas." your dad smiles, getting up to greet you upstairs with the others. "i'll be back."

logan finished his beer and wondered if he should sneak out or fake some emergency. was he even ready to you again? how would you react?

"hey, logan? could you come help bring in some bags?" your father yells down the stairs.

"logan?" your voice was shaking at the mention of the man who shattered your heart.

this isn't the time to be crying. just get through dinner and then you can drive home; tell them you can't stay the night. fuck, what were you going to do?

"welcome home, sweetheart." logan mumbles with a slight nod, walking past you and out the door.

it was hard to mask your anger. one of your friends pours you a glass of wine and brings you to the living room, away from logan. your dad and him bring in your suitcases and sit them in your old bedroom. all of it felt like when you step off a roller coaster; dizzy, slightly confused, wanting to go again.

at the table, your mom asks about your new boyfriend. logan couldn't stand you going on and on about how great this guy was. so great that he's too busy to come home with you.

"so, do you think he's 'the one'?" one of your friends asks.

"um... i'm not sure." you shrug, catching logan's eye. "but i know he loves me and that's all that matters."

you might as well shot logan in the chest with that one.

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one too many glasses of wine and two beers later, almost everyone was starting to clear out. everyone except for logan. he's not sure why he didn't leave sooner. perhaps it was your presence that made him stay. even if you were pissed at him still, you were still here, still near him.

"i'm gonna go get more beer from the garage." you tell your friends, stumbling a little to your feet.

the truth was that you needed some air. too consumed by logan's heated gaze. you made it down the porch steps before you heard the screen door open and close.

"i don't need any help." you call out over your shoulder.

the foot steps sounded much closer by the time you flicked on the light switch.

"don't you think you've had enough to drink tonight?" logan asks, shutting the garage door behind him.

"i can drink however much i want." you slur slightly. "i am an adult after all ."

"i know, you're an adult."

"are you sure? because wasn't it just a little over a year ago that you were still treating me like a child?"

"if you don't want to be seen as a child, then don't act like one."

"fuck you, logan." you hiss, slamming the fridge door.

"oh sure, it's fuck me for sayin' the truth." logan rolls his eyes.

"it's fuck you for breaking my heart."

"do you think that you didn't break my heart by leaving?"

"i left because you told me to go!" you cried, finally letting the tears flow. "i said i loved you and you got scared like a little kid."

"i got scared because you shouldn't love someone as fucked up as me." he snaps, voice becoming strained.

"did you serious think i didn't know?"

logan looks at you stunned. how did you...?

"you talk in your sleep. it wasn't hard to piece together after that." you answer with sigh. "your mutation doesn't scare me."

there's a moment of silence between the two of you. logan steps forward, touching a lock of your hair; vanilla body wash flooding his senses. he's missed you so much.

"your stuff is still in my drawers." logan whispers. you know what he means; he's never been good with expressing his emotions but you always could tell what he meant. "want ya' to come home, sweetheart."

logan's rough palm moves up to cup the side of your face. your torn between shoving him away or pulling him closer. without a second thought, you nuzzle into his touch. old habits die hard.

"i can't." you tell him.

"yes, you can–"

"no. you don't love me, lo."

"i do, i want to be with you." logan begs, fighting off his tears.

"you love when i'm in bed with you or when we listen to records and do cross word puzzles together, but you are not in love with me." you tell him, lightly removing his hand from your face. "i can't be with someone who hides from me, someone who can't even say out loud that they love me. i'm sorry, logan."

you grab the case of beer and walk past him one last time. it was hell to leave him there but even logan knew he deserved it. he wasn't worthy of your love then and he defintely wasn't worthy of it now. you dodged the bullet that would leave him here to bleed out.

[renranram]

schlatt x reader japan trip 🙏🙏

Japan

sfw + fluff

introvert female reader joining schlatt for a trip in japan :3

schlatt's and your relationship have been pretty lowkey ever since it started, especially coming from a huge content creator like him some of his fans can sometimes be too overbearing

and to avoid that, the two of you to agreed to keep it lowkey, you weren't really a huge fan of travelling, you being a huge introvert and would pray and manifest that all your events would be cancelled or give you an excuse to not attend them

so it surprised schlatt that you actually agreed to go with him to japan, even agreeing to be in his and jack’s vlog, but introducing yourself as his close friend

so there you guys are, entering a cat shop, jack vlogging the entire thing for memorabilia and content as you follow behind schlatt, smiling in awe with the tons of cats inside

schlatt himself would of course glance at you from time to time, hoping you're enjoying and comfortable throughout the whole trip, “ yo, y/n, what do you think about these little fellas trapped inside of those? “ he asks

“ poor creatures “ you respond smiling at him as jack approaches the tiny kitten aiming his camera in the poor thing's face, “ jack, he looks like he's scared of you “ schlatt jokes as you giggle

“ schlatt look, he looks like you “ you point into a black, kind of chubby cat who's meowing at you, “ oh god it is! “ jack chimes in as schlatt smiles at you, before glaring at jack, “ really? this one looks exactly like you “ schlatt mocks jack by pointing on a sphinx as the man puts an unimpressed face as you chucke at their banter

“ .. i actually like the bald one “ you smile, fixing your glasses as jack cheers, “ see! even your bestfriend agrees im a good-looking cat “ jack spoke with his british accent, smug

“ i am so disappointed “ schlatt comments, shaking his head, being overdramatic as you can only smile and look at your boyfriend in admiration

the whole trip went well, and there was only a day left before going back to texas again, so, the two of you spent it together, alone and intimate as you visit a deer park, no cameras, no vlogging, no nothing more just two of you, enjoying your last day in tokyo

the two of you held hands as you chuckle, feeding a deer it's food as you smile, watching the deer bow, “ he's a polite fella isn't he? “ schlatt smiles, at you and the deer

“ he's very very polite “ you chuckle, “ very cute too “ you add, “ you two are very cute in my opinion “ he shrugs

“ cheesy fuck “ you reply, as he pecks your cheek, fixing your hair, as you gasp, “ look at that one! it has antlers “ you exclaim, pointing at a larger deer with one antler

“ do you think he's polite too? “ you ask, “ i bet he'll bow down in a 90 degree angle “ he replies as you break the food in half, handing the half to schlatt so he can also feed it,” what if we feed him at the same time and he chooses his favorite “ you challenge him

“ he's gonna choose the handsome one “ schlatt replies as you roll your eyes playfully as the two of you offers the food at the same time as the lather large deer bows, before choosing schlatt's

“ aha! see “ schlatt exclaims as you chuckle, the deer now feeding onto your offered food, “ so smug “ you comment, pecking your cheek

“ it's kinda hot “ you comment, smiling, as he didn't hesitate to remove his cap, putting it on you, “ should we go back to the hotel then? “

“ but it's like.. way too earlyy “ you reply as you sigh, before gasping, “ can we uhm…go to arcades and uh.. ive heard they have silly photo booths “ you suggest

and after hearing those, he spoiled you , going to the arcades and photo booths you wanted, as the two of you sat at the balcony of your hotel room, your head on his shoulder as you held hands

“ can't believe it ended so fast “ you sip on some random drink you two got from a convenient store on the way back, “ mhm, i wanna stay here with you longer “ schlatt caresses you hair

“ you know.. i was kinda surprised you actually came with us “ schlatt mentioned as you hums, “ really? “

“ yeah.. i thought we'd have to vc eachother again during the entire trip “ he added as you chuckle, “ i don't know.. it's just.. i wanna atleast spend some moments with you “ you answer

“ well… im glad you came, im just.. so fucking happy “ he cups you by your cheek, pecking your nose, “ im glad i chose the right decision then “ you smile

“ jay… i want to promise something “ you mumble as schlatt nods, shifting on your seat, “ yeah? “ he asks

“ … i wanna uhm.. try new stuffs with you and uhm… travel with you, and do cool things “ you smile, “ i wanna… get out of my shell.. so i can be with you “

“ y/n you know you dont have to force yourself just so you can be with me “ schlatt replies, caressing your face as you shake your head, “ no no, im doing this for myself too “ you fix your sleeves as you face him

“ i promise “ you reassure him as he chuckles, “ so fucking proud if you toots “ he ruffles your hair, “ im glad you're trying out new stuffs “

“ … wanna make japan more memorable? “ he pecks your neck, and you immediately knew what he meant as you nod, smiling, lifting you up without a challenge, entering the back to the room as he trace kisses around your face

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@.schlatt4layf • 11 hours ago

my friend from japan just spotted schlatt with a girl?????

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oh what the fuck??

[hobimo]

im now up to date on the namkook wolf fic. still banger. sorry

anyway. might get cancelled for this but the namkook a/b/o fic is like............................... really good. sorry ill see myself out

[lady-of-the-puddle]

Hello hello, it is time once again for, you guessed it!

Rating Clu's

Homoerotically tense

Relationships

I thought long and hard about this because I only had about 2 in my head when I mistakenly threw it out there in another post but like, here you go 😎

Have a picture in case you forgot what cgi Jeff Bridges looks like:

Behold, a guy. Anyway

1. Kevin

He is the most obvious so I'll get this one out of the way

You are me and I am you but you are the darkest parts of me but I love you anyway

This begs the question:

Would you fuck your darker self/clone

Idk about u but my heart tells me that Kevin sure would

7/10 it's about the man vs self of it all

2. Jarvis (why is this photo so fuckin big??)

I know I said Kevin is the most obvious

But this guy has the biggest crush on Clu

He is simp supreme

Like the way he turns to Clu for approval after everything he says makes me feel like I should leave the room

He loses a point for being a dork coward but Sam's mascara is very pretty and he's also a Flynn so I can't blame him too much

9/10 go henchboy go

3. Rinzler

Fellas, is it gay to brainwash god's most specialest boyfriend and make him loyal to only you all while knowing god is still out there and can see what you've done to everything he loves? All while knowing he's nothing more than a pet and will never love you and wouldn't even if he could

Like talk about the ultimate rebound

No notes honestly, I don't even need to go on with this one

11/10 not even one girl(Quorra) could make this all seem a little less gay

4. Dyson

Another case of yoinking your exes boy but this time it was consensual

He literally just agrees with Clu and helped him take over

If that's not a basis for a strong relationship then idk what is

He really seems so desperate to stay in Clu's favor like he must know that tron is the real prize here, his bitter ex. Has there ever been so much dating drama between programs?

5/10 replaceable.

5. Sammy

It occurs to me now that he hasn't made it on these lists yet so everyone clap for him

I feel brave for even acknowledging this one

Is Clu his dad? Is he an entity separate but still containing qualities of his father at a certain point in time that forever diverged from the moment of conception? Idk he's a computer man

So like the part where he's just kinda circling Sam looking him up and down like he's a prized pig? Yeah.

CAUTION THIS IS A JOKE please for the love of Kevin don't cancel me over this

2/10 why the 2? Cause there's fics out there man I know it

6. Zuse

He's so babygirl

Clu even mixed him a drink before he blew him up

I love their dynamic I get the feeling if Clu had to spend more than 5 minutes around him he'd strangle him much sooner

Stoic asshole with the silly asshole

Honestly they're perfect for each other

10/10 what can I say? I'm a simple program I see two men interact and I rate them

Special mention:

7. Quorra

Now some of you might say, hey Puddle Girl, this isn't homoerotic at all she's a girl

Well they're programs so gender isn't real and also they're bi so it counts

Anyway I thought about this one cause there was this weird tense moment towards the end of the movie where Quorra is captured and Clu's just like, talking to her and touches her hair and it was uncomfortable but it also made me feel some type of way

Like I understand that it's 100% a power play BUT

😏

3/10 he was gonna add her to the boyfriend collection cause all he does is steal from Kevin

Hi in honor of my Tron themed birthday I finally finished this. I was really reaching for some of these as you can see but I can't take it too seriously anyway. I'm always here for the gay of it all but is it homoerotic or do they just need to put more people who aren't men in this franchise? We'll literally never know! 🙃

Hey @soihadthisdreamonce I'm sorry 5-10 business days turned into 5-10 business weeks I was moving and time got away from me but I didn't forget you

[octuscle]

Vamos a la Playa

Thomas had thought that the flights from Düsseldorf to Mallorca were already a punishment. As beautiful as the island was, on the way there, the owners of fincas in the Serra de Tramuntana or townhouses in Santa Catalina mixed with the boozers and party animals who were on their way to El Arenal or Cala Rajada. But as unpleasant as these people were at the airport or on the plane, that was no comparison to what he was experiencing right now at Stansted. His flight with British Airways had been canceled, he had had to rebook on Ryanair. And instead of a comfortable seat in business class, he was about to have to squeeze into a middle seat in row 34. Thomas took a deep breath. In four hours, he would be in his car, pop the top, and drive through the evening toward his home in Artà.

Waiting at the gate were mostly young men. Most of them already drunk. Playing each other videos on their cell phones. Listened to loud music from boomboxes. All with far too much hand luggage. Undisciplined pushers. When Thomas finally arrived at his seat, it smelled of beer and sweat. There wasn't a cubic centimeter of space left in the overhead compartment for his Louis Vuitton Weekender. And the two young men to his right and left completely ignored his presence, chatting over him in barely intelligible English. Even before the plane took off, Thomas was annoyed. It was cramped, noisy, it stank. The two men to his right and left stretched regularly so that he had their hairy armpits right in his face. And the pinnacle was when the lad in the aisle seat farted loudly and stinkily. First booming laughter from his pals. Then a laughing "Sorry mate, I think I need to take a shit." If that was supposed to be an apology, it was more than questionable. He was getting woozy. Maybe he should take the opportunity that the aisle seat was free, and also go to the toilet once. Of course, both toilets were occupied. The first one that became free was the one of his seat neighbor. "Mate, believe me, you don't want to go there right now." said the young man with an admittedly disarming smile. And farted once more. Thomas now urgently needed to go to the toilet himself. He pushed past his seatmate and closed the door behind him. What a terrible stench. Thomas tried to hold his breath. But he couldn't. And then he had to fart himself. Louder and stronger than ever before in his life. He felt sick from his own stench. And had to vomit into the airplane toilet.

When he stood again and washed his face, he stared into the mirror. Hadn't he been wearing his jacket when he'd gone to the bathroom? And why was he wearing tennis socks and bathing slippers? He had worn his loafers without socks… He was completely confused. Must have been the stench. He shuffled back to his seat. Now he needed a beer. The cans in his weekender were still reasonably cool. He offered Liam and Shane, his seat neighbors, a beer as well. And all three emptied the cans down the drain. Thomas clearly decided the final burping contest in his favor. By the time they were on approach to Palma, the beer and liquor supplies of the three had been eliminated. Liam was already totally drunk again. The lanky fella just couldn't handle anything. The fact that he had pissed his pants while sleeping off his intoxication was fortunately not visible in the already wet shiny training pants. Of his pals, Tom was clearly the most muscular. He liked to show off his biceps. T-shirts were for wimps, he had only packed a couple of tank tops and undershirts for the two weeks of Magaluf. Two more swim trunks and a change of shorts. Everything he needed fit in his fake MCM backpack.

His parents were happy when he announced his arrival at their vacation home with a video call. Tom had kept quiet about the fact that Liam had made a mess of the bathroom while puking, and that Shane had shagged a horny blonde he'd met on the bus to Magaluf in his parents' bed immediately after arriving. The Polish cleaning lady would get silence and pain money next week. And until then, the three of them would drink and fuck like it was only possible on Mallorca.

[kuromispamton2000]

I'm thinking well if i should try re-take Swap AU...even if people tell me to block, from Twitter/X i learned that block is very childish by part of who gets harassed, supposed words of people when someone is attacked and they suddenly block

maybe...i just came from a very toxic place to be honest, by other side if Swap AU returns i still want do the "Guardian of Popstar" AU because i always wanted make something with Kirby (that Mr. Puzzles will learn to reform yes or yes with this lil fella taking care of him)

and could be an opportunity to replace Puzzle Piece Mr Puzzles, i no want move his story move because it was a very childish movement of me create this version, not gonna reveal why, but yeah "Guardian of Popstar" would definitely replace "Puzzle Piece" so Puzzle Piece AU is definitely canceled (no think anyone got to remember this mf, he was created right after SMGP and since Trickster Mr. Puzzles arrived, he had been hold in hiatus)

sometimes a good sleep can help you think better the things, last night my head was about to explode ngl

i think i am ready to go now well, think is all things i needed tell ya guys, tonight things will arrive and hope you're ready for them bu-bye

[rbbrbikerthorp]

From Work Stressed to Smoking Skinhead

[Initially, I’d intended this to be a one-off story, but the set-up has taken so long that there’s going to have to be a second part. Enjoy!]

I’m Gaz, I’m 31. I’m a skinhead. In the picture you can see what I look like, now that my new m8s have transformed me, and have made me unrecognisable from the person I once was.

But, I’m getting ahead of myself. Before I forget who I was, let me tell you about how I came to be here. I had a job that some would describe as being a stressful way to earn a living. I was one of those office drones who chased figures every month. As part of my job, I was required to travel, often several times a week; this could be to London, Birmingham, Edinburgh, or where-ever our customers were based. In preference to sitting in traffic on the motorway, taking the train was the stress-free way to travel. It meant I could use the time to check reports or presentations and, on the way, home I’d catch up on any emails that needed dealing with.

So, this one day when my life changed forever, I had a table seat booked on the 6:40am to London, but when I looked at the departure board and saw the word every traveller dreads, ‘cancelled’ was posted against my train. So like dozens of other passengers heading for the capital on that day I was told to catch the next train. When I climbed on board, I realised the train was already very crowded. I’d struggle to get any seat, let alone find a table seat. I walked through three carriages, but there was no empty seats. Just as I was about to accept that I’d be standing in the vestibule, I heard, “Oi, fella...” a voice. Was that aimed at me?

I turned around. “Here fella, the window seat is free”. So, he was talking to me. I was so grateful for the offer of the seat that, other than his shaved head, (which is normal for many guys these days), At this point I hadn’t taken much notice of him. I thanked the shaved headed guy then I got my laptop out of my bag, which I put up on the luggage rack. Then I took off my jacket hung it on the peg next to the window and plonked myself down in the seat. Very quickly I was lost catching up on a report I needed to finish.

As soon as the train departed, I heard the familiar sound of cans being opened and the familiar smell of beer, which wasn’t that appealing at this time of day. “You look really stressed mate. You should have one of these.” 

I looked up watch, it was just after seven in the morning, “er, what?” I asked. It was then that I realised I was looking at a guy with a completely shaved head, wearing what I thought was a black polo shirt and green kind of bomber jacket.

“You heard. Do yer want a can, a beer?” it was a different voice. I looked up from my screen to see another guy with a shaved head. He was holding out a can of beer, one I didn’t recognise. “I’m Sam by the way.” That’s Billy already ‘on the pop��, and this”, pointing at a slightly older looking guy in the other aisle seat, “is Jimmy.”

“Oh, no thanks. I should have been on the earlier train, but it got cancelled. I didn’t think I’d get a seat on this train because it’s so busy. I’ve got a meeting that starts at 9:30 and I’ve got a report to prepare for it.”

Jimmy quickly chirped in, “Come on”, pulling the ring-pull, “that’s over two hours from now, here.” He grabbed my hand and gave me the can.

“No, honestly, it’s very kind of you, but I’ve...”

Sam interrupted, and I looked over at him. “Listen, I can see how stressed you are right now. I can see the sweat on yer top lip. You need to relax or yer gonna blow a fuse. I bet you’ll be talking bollocks all day in the hope of closin’ a sale or summit’. Chill m8, you can surely spare a few minutes to have a beer. And it would show us how much you appreciate us giving you the seat. Now, you know our names, tell us yours.”

Reluctantly, but out of politeness, I accepted the can. and said “Cheers. I’m Gareth  by the way, Gareth Fairburn” Not really sure why I included my surname. They all looked at me as I took my first swig of the beer, and coughed “Wow, that’s got a kick.”

“Yeah, but you’ll get used to it after a few swigs”, said Billy. “I fact I’m pretty sure it’ll be your drink of choice when we’re done with you.”

“You know this is very nice of you...” I said, about to get back to working my report. But before I could look down, I saw Jimmy’s hand reach across and shut the lid on my laptop. I could see letters on the knuckles and there was a bird tattoo on the back of his hand. “C’mon fella, put your work stress aside for a bit and have a natter with us while you sup your beer.” 

Jimmy read me like a book, I was stressed. I was on my way to see a key customer; one that knew how important they were to the business I worked for and would make me jump through hoops to get the contract renewed. I knew I had to finish the report because I’d promised to email it ahead of my meeting. I was thinking about looking for another seat, when Jimmy coughed to get my attention. I looked up at him; He had that rough but good-looking appearance. Until then, I hadn’t noticed the ink on his neck, it looked like some ancient design but I couldn’t really see it properly. It was the first time I noticed the rings in his ears too. He grinned at me. I watched him swig his beer from the can. At that point I knew wasn’t heading off to a stressful meeting. He wouldn’t be selling his soul to get a contract renewed.

Jimmy leaned forward and I could smell his smokey breath. “Right, let me tell you how it’s going to be Gaz, my boi. We’ll take your stress away, but before we can help you need to tell us about who you are and what you do. Got it?” 

Billy belched several times, The belches were so loud and the other people looked up from their laptops and tablets to see where the sound was . He slammed his empty can of beer down on the table in front of me. “So m8 what do you do?”

My heart was pounding; yet suddenly, I felt that a weight lifted from my shoulders. These guys had shown an interest in me. No one normally did that, not my boss, not my customers, not my family. They wanted to help with my stress. So, I took another swig from the can - I wondered whether people really like this taste? Anyway, I began telling them was a commercial development manager.  

“You in sales then Gaz?” Billy interrupted. 

“I guess you could put it that way,” I replied 

“Keep drinking mate, it’ll help yer stress go away for now.” I did as I was told and took another swig from the can Jimmy pulled another one out of the bag and pushed it towards me. “See, we’ve got plenty. And we want to help de-stress our new m8.”

I was about to take another swig of beer when I remember, “...ah, I’ve got to do this report, or I’ll be.”

Sam jumped in. “You’ve got plenty of time.” Like the other two, he had a shaved head, but he also had a gold ring in his nose, when he talked, I could see a stud in his tongue and there were tattoos in multiple places.

“Yeah, Gaz plenty of time to do work boring shit...I bet you work all hours of the day and night. That’s why you get stressed.” 

I was about to say I did, but they spoke first. “Here you are Gaz, you can have another can with us. If you want, we can give you a stress-free life” 

“If only.” I sighed.

“Listen m8, we can make all those worries go away,” Sam was leaning up close to me now. 

I realised I was slurring my speech at this stage, “Please, my name is Gareth. Look, I’ve a lease on my flat, I’ve got car payments to make and I’m running an overdraft right now. I don’t think you can make that go away” I replied, feeling slightly sick at the amount of debt I was funding. 

“Don’t you fret about all of that,” The other two joined in, “let us take charge and your problems will be gone.” 

What could I say to that? So I smiled a knowing smile and thought I’d humour my skinhead m8s. Hemmed in the way I was, I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to. I don’t really remember too much more of the conversation as my three new m8s plied me with beer; but it was me talking and they were listening. At the time I didn’t realise they were that whilst I was taking relatively big gulps of beer, they were only taking small sips from their own cans.

An announcement came on the tannoy to say the next stop would be Doncaster. Jimmy piped up, “Right lads, we’re here. Gaz, get up and we’ll show you how to live stress-free.” Through my haze, I didn’t really know what was going on. Then all of a sudden, I felt someone grab my arm, pulling me out of the seat. I was about to get my stuff when Billy came really close to me and said, “Come on Gaz, we gotta go. Now!” 

“Why do they insist on calling me Gaz?” I wondered

“[Burp] Hang on guys my name’s Gareth, and I’m going to a mee...” I was cut short by Billy again. “You’re meeting has just been cancelled, so you’re gonna be spending the day taking it easy with us. And we’re calling you Gaz, so get used to it. Let’s go.”

“What about my stuff?” I was trying to pull back so that I could grab my bag, coat and laptop. But Billy and Sam pulled me along the carriage. I tried to pull in the opposite direction, the direction of my belongings, but they were too strong for me. I had allowed myself to be marched off the train by two of my three new skinhead m8s who were going to ‘help me’ get rid of all my anxieties. 

Once off the train, I turned around to hear the audible warning that the doors were about to close started, I was watching the train doors slide into the closed position when Jimmy came up to me holding a lit cigarette. 

Blowing the smoke in my face, he spoke with reassured confidence. “The train’s departing and as you watch it leave, think this: with it goes your old life. With it goes all of your stresses and problems.” I watched the train pull out of the station, and he was right, on board were all my possessions, including my wallet and phone. I was about to panic, but Billy and Sam were beside me, holding me. Jimmy offered me a cigarette to which I declined. He came into my face and said, “take it,” he ordered. “It’s the first step to getting rid of all that stress. We’re m8s. If yer m8s smoke, then you smoke!”

I was still under the influence of whatever beer I’d been drinking, so gingerly I took the cigarette, but I didn't know how to hold it. Billy got his lighter out and lit it. “Put it between your lips and start sucking Gaz.” So, I sucked in as the flame touched the end of the cigarette. My fingers, clamped on the little cigarette, which, as you would expect for a novice was poorly positioned in my mouth. The smoke, ashy and light, filled my mouth, made my eyes water. I coughed on every drag, even though I barely inhaled. My three skinhead m8s were beside themselves with laughter. I noticed passengers gathering for the next train, and I heard them comment about smoking being banned in stations, but new m8s didn't care. Once I’d finished the first cigarette, Jimmy handed me another. “Right, here’s what you do. Put the cigarette between your lips. When I light it, gently suck the smoke - nice ‘n’ steady into your lungs.”

I gave it a go and found this time I wasn’t spluttering everywhere. 

Jimmy continued, “now hold the smoke in yer lungs, and breathe in through your mouth.” I did as I was instructed. Jimmy reached into the pocket of his green jacked, as he was pulling out the contents, he said, “these are yours now. If we are going help alleviate you of your work stress you need to get through these. When you’ve finished that one, light up another.”

It wasn’t a request; it was an instruction.

Sam, who’d been talking on his phone during this time chipped in, smiling at me, “nice one m8, you’ll be smoking twenty a day before you know it.” 

I just nodded, not taking much notice of what was going on as I tried to master smoking a cigarette.

Sam turned to the other two skinhead, “Tony said he’s got no appointments this morning and he can be at the studio in ten minutes. It will take us about that long to walk there with Gaz, even in the state he’s in.” 

Hearing my name, piqued my interest in their conversation, “wh... wh. where ere are we going?”

Billy jumped in, “we’re taking you to another m8′s gaff. His work is transformative. In no time at all your work worries will be a faded memory.”

Sam has started sniggering, so had Jimmy, but then he managed to say, “Before we can go to Tony’s studio, we need to stop off with Gaz at the house. Let’s get a move on, we’ve a lot to do.”

[6chimeraqueen9]

Fellas i set a buy for a muichiro plush in aliexpress, but someone who got theirs first sent a pic in the comments of the post and it didn't look like the one advertised, should i cancel it??

[octo-not]

Episode 6

The Narwhal

That ship is terrifying

Imagine swimming in the ocean and then a giant, robotic, partially see through octopus starts moving towards you. Nightmare fuel.

Shellington saying he’s excited to meet arctic animals like cpt. Barnacles isn’t right there

Cpt. barnacles didn’t need a helmet to go underwater when he was a kid, why does he need one now?!

I think chocolate would kill a cat, but ok kwazii

When your ship gets brain freeze

I feel like it should be kwazii steering the ship #pirate vibes

The turnips are growing vegetables (presumably to eat).

Fellas, is it cannibalism, or is it giving birth. Asking for a friend.

Man’s got pipes

Shellington, you drama bitch

Who are you sounding the octoalert for? Everyone in there already knows!

If there's no power in the octopod, how can they open the door?

OMG IS IT A NARWHAL?! Wait. of course its a narwhal, that’s what the episode is called.

KWAZII TOOK HIS EYEPATCH OFF. HE’S FAKING A DISABILITY! #kwaziiisoverparty

(I have been informed that this is a strategic decision, and not him faking a disability. We can cancel the canceling.)

Alright, what accent does the narwhal have?

The narwhal is russian.

The narwhal's name is Boris.

Why is the Gup-C so much lamer than the Gup-A and Gup-B

Why is he russian?

Captain Barnacle, bringing the brain and the brawn

Rawr

He does not need that helmet

He’s saying Turnip. The others come out saying their names and Tunip says turnip. The subtitles confirm that Tunip is saying turnip!

I don’t think they’re sailing

Spiral tooth, hell yeah

[jaxteller87]

paintball

THE TEENAGE YEARS

We were coming home after a fun day out, and I asked Kim if I could take Amber to the paintball war room. Her mom liked me for the most part; at least, I felt like she did. I knew her parents were a little old-fashioned, which I respected, so I always made it a point to do things slightly old-school whenever they were around. On the flip side of things, though, when it was just Amber and I— I tended to be a bit more relaxed but still gentlemanly. Regarding the paintball war room, I thought Amber would have a blast. As it would turn out, I was right. The war room was a total wreck; neon paint splashed everywhere like someone went crazy with a paintball gun. Colors were smeared all over the walls, floor, and even the ceiling. It looked like a tornado rolled through a paint shop. It was chaotic, messy, and absolutely perfect. We ducked and dodged, laughed and shouted, letting ourselves get totally lost in the freedom of the moment. When it was time to head back, I could just tell by the look on Amber’s face that she had a better time than she expected. To be honest, I knew she would like it, but she seemed to love it so much that she asked me if Opie and Donna would like to join us next time. The drive back was nice. The setting sun cast a warm orange glow over the road, making it look like some image plucked right from a “Wish You Were Here” West Coast postcard. I was enjoying the hum of the road, as I often do being in the MC, but I guess it wasn’t stimulating enough for Amber. She reached down and turned on the radio. It was strange, almost as if she planned it, but I couldn’t believe the song that was on. Biggie’s “Big Poppa” played through the speakers, and it was just starting. Amber’s eyes lit up, and she turned the volume up loudly. The bass thumped through the truck, and Amber began singing along.

“I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if youse a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honies gettin’ money playin’ fellas like dummies I love it when you call me big poppa.

You got a gun up in your waist; please don’t shoot up the place.

’Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin’ my baby. Uh!” I took the opportunity to add my little contribution to the song:

“Baby!”

Laughing, singing, and smiling, I glanced over at Amber, who was covered head to toe in paint. Her hair was streaked with vibrant colors, creating a wild, beautiful chaos that framed her face. I chuckled and shook my head, thinking that she looked like she just beat the shit out of an army of clowns. Her eyes sparkled like stars, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. She looked amazing, as always. The neon colors on her skin seemed to glow, highlighting her natural beauty in a way that took my breath away. I wished she could see how wonderful she truly was, how her spirit shone through every playful smear of paint and every carefree laugh. Maybe one day she would see herself the way I saw her in that moment—utterly extraordinary. As the song wrapped up, Amber turned down the radio. “Thank you, Teller. I had a wonderful time today.” “It was my pleasure,” I smiled, pulling into the driveway. I walked her to the front door, where her mother was standing, watering her flowers. “It sure looks like you guys had fun.” “Thanks again, Kim, for letting me take her,” I said. “Of course,” Kim smiled. “So, Amber, do you got anything going on tomorrow?” “Nah, I don’t think so. Just hanging around the house. You?” I shrugged, “Not really.” “You know, you really should hang out with the boys tomorrow. I don’t want them to think I stole you, and then next thing you know, everyone hates me.” Amber said. “Aw, you don’t have to worry about that. But yeah, I should catch up with Ope tomorrow.” “No paintballing without me, though!” She shouted. “Alright, darling,” I laughed, getting back in my truck. The next day, I made plans to go out with some of the guys, but they canceled on me at the last minute. I was just about to call Amber to see if she wanted to do something when I heard Opie’s bike pull into my driveway. “Hey, brother,” Opie said with a nod, walking over to my fridge and grabbing himself a beer. “How’d everything go yesterday?”

“Better than I expected,” I replied as he handed me a beer of my own. “And to be honest, I expected it to go pretty good as it was, so…” “That’s great!” Donna clapped her hands. “You want a drink, babe?” Opie asked her. “No thanks. So, Jax, Amber had a good time then?” I nodded while chugging my beer. “It definitely seemed that way.” “Good!” “Yeah,” I let out a small belch, “Anyway, I got a question for you two. Mainly you, Ope.” “No,” he joked before I could get the first word out. “No?” Donna scoffed. “You really gonna tell me no, Ope?” Opie stared into my eyes like we were on a date. After an awkward pause, he finally said something. “Aw, who can say no to those big old dough-boy eyes of yours?” I rolled those big old dough-boy eyes, “Oh, brother.” “Opie, let the boy speak,” Donna laughed. “I was just thinking that maybe next week we could all go down to the paintball war place in town. I took Amber, and she loved it. She actually asked me if we could all go sometime, so I figured with you guys here and paintball fresh on my mind, now’s a good time to pop the question.” Opie spit out a little of his beer, “Pop the question!?” “Uh, yeah? Why not?” I asked. “Bro, marriage is a huge thing. I know you guys are great together, but that’s a bit quick, don’t you think?” Opie looked like he just saw a ghost. “Marriage?” I reared back. “Ope, I’m just talking about a double date at the paintball place.” “Oh,” Opie looked relieved. He took another sip of his beer, this time almost finishing it. “We’d love to,” Donna smiled. “Yeah… I guess I could go,” Opie chuckled and shook his head. “Great! Double date at the paintball room. I’ll go call Amber and let her know,” Donna said, giving her man a kiss on the cheek before disappearing out of the kitchen.

“I was only joking. I hope you know that,” Opie said. “Oh, I know,” I said, taking a drink of my beer. “Not that I don’t think you guys will get married, but it just seems a little early. These are our teenage years, Jax. Take your time and enjoy them because you only get so many. Less than a decade as a teen, then a lifetime of being an adult.” It was a bit morbid to think these were the best years of our lives, but living in the moment was the way to go. “Yeah, you’re right. Good thing I was talking about giving her a paintball gun and not putting a ring on it.” “That’s probably best for now,” Opie chuckled. “I see a difference in her, though.” “Who? Amber?” He nodded. Amber was a bit hard around the edges when it came to joining in on plans. I think she always felt like a burden to the rest of us like she didn’t fit in, but that wasn’t the case. She and Donna are practically best friends, and even Donna says she’s distant at times. I knew that doing things as a group made Amber more likely to join in, and, like Ope said, the difference was noticeable. “I don’t know if it’s because we give her the confidence or what, but Amber is the reason why I don’t put up a fight to do things.” “What are you boys whispering about?” Donna walked back into the room. “Oh, nothing, honey,” Ope said, leaning back in his chair. A few weeks later, we were at the paintball place. Paint was flying everywhere. “Teller! Winston!” the girls both yelped as we carried out our well-thought-out ambush. Just as they rounded one of the corners, Ope and I descended upon them, each of us tossing a paint grenade at their feet before letting go of a relentless barrage of semi-automatic paintballs. A few days later, I was flipping through the pictures Donna took. Every time we hang out, she makes sure to snap at least one shot of us together. Says it’s for when we’re old and gray, so we’ve got something to look back on. She had managed to snap a picture of Opie and Amber laughing, looking at each other. “You know, he told me what you guys were talking about when I went inside the other day,” Donna admitted, breaking the silence. “Is that so?” I responded, still staring at the picture. The image of Opie and Amber laughing together captured a rare, genuine moment. “He’s right. There’s a difference in her. I don’t know if it’s partly because you two finally gave in to your feelings for each other or if it’s because we do things as a group that she’s finally coming out of her shell,” Donna said, her tone thoughtful.

“Honestly, I think it’s both,” I smiled.

[adultswim2021]

Yappy Broads #1 | February 22, 2010 (online) | Pilot

Yappy Broads isn’t too complicated to explain. It’s a The View style women’s program with five “women”, four of which are men in drag doing very little to actually act like women. We got Larry Dorf, Tommy Blacha, Earthquake, and Dino Stamatopoulos all wearing freaking dresses and dang-ass woman wigs. Their straight woman is Shandi Finnessey, an actual former beauty queen. One could sexistly say that she is there to look hot, but that would suggest that anyone else involved had some other higher purpose for being there.

First they talk to a woman peddling a workout for your face called “Facersize”. There’s chatter about various topics of the day, and then Corey Feldman stinks it up by hawking his CD and his bad Lost Boys sequel. Have you seen it? I haven’t, but I bet it’s bad. The closing credits feature a close-up of Shandi holding a shaky bunny rabbit, which is pretty nice. 

The entire thing is ad-libbed, with a group of funny fellas all chiming in with attempts to be funny. There are moments that show promise, and they usually involve Dino being cantankerous. It seems highly edited down, yet the highlights are still sparse. The single defining moment of this show is Earthquake commenting on a nose exercise: “you know how much cocaine you could do with your nose like this? (no audience response) You be tore up! (no laughter).” To be fair to the show, I did laugh at that, but not in a nice way.

There’s something special about watching TV go off the rails. But this seems like it was designed to already be off the rails. I didn’t really enjoy this. I can’t tell if the problem is that they’ve edited it down too much or if they didn’t edit it down enough. I would love to see the unedited taping of these segments to judge for myself. Even if this were especially funny, it still seems a little wrong to air something like this on a weekly basis.

Anyway, Shandi Finnessey has only done one nude photoshoot and it was for Peta.

MAIL BAG

The Simpsons has killed off its beloved character Larry Dalrymple or "Larry The Barfly." Thoughts on this development? Memories to share? Comments? Questions? Dyns?

I actually watched some of a YouTube video about this and the commenter took issue with the story of the episode being about Larry being lonely and left-out Homer and his friend's fun adventures, because they observed that Larry seemed like he was friends with the hat guy, and that it was a horrible omission. Like the writers should just be presenting an episode that strives to not contradict the previous 800 episodes instead of doing a specific, interesting story. Seemed like a baby-brained way of complaining about the show. My baby-brained takes on cartoons are the only takes that truly matter.

Soul Quest Overdrive has the leader of the proud boys as a voice actor on the show. He was the one who spearheaded that whole January 6th insurrection thing back in 2021, the one that every news outlet was comparing to 9/11 when it was really more like the world's biggest temper-tantrum. He blamed the show being cancelled on the other VA's "Not being as funny" as him.

It's weird how I've hated that guy for as long as I've known about him, and him doing a 180 politics-wise did nothing to affect his standings. But January 6th is maybe the hardest I've ever laughed at anything, so I guess he does deserve some credit.

I don't really know WHY they changed them to sports equipment, this is pure conjecture, but maybe AS felt like having 2 food shows on at the same time was a bit too cheap/cash grabby, so they changed them to differentiate it a bit more. I know they've shot down shows related to hell and food when Development Meeting was still running since they hit that well so many times.

Yeah, that actually does sell the case for it being a creative decision. Maybe it's not sneaky at all, what they're doing.

As for "Eggball", if you look closely on the pinball machine you can see black shake as a decal on it, still on (HBO)max. They can erase a HNIC but they can never erase history.

I had read about black guy cup being on the machine, but I simply must admit that I did not notice it myself!!! Not sure what those letters mean there, but I'm going to assume that none of them are slurs and publish this immediately without looking it up.

[sonicasura]

I might as well say this now but Peppino Spaghetti is the type to end up getting a very unconventional therapy companion. The dude is a confirmed war veteran by the game's creator, McPig, and trying to keep a struggling business afloat will add further stress. Gustavo would bring up the idea but Peppino just shuts it down for two reasons.

One is he doesn't have the money as he is poor broke. The second is war veterans have to fight an uphill battle just to get their benefits. Peppino rather not end up on the streets from a long draining attempt.

He appreciates the suggestion Gustavo offers and continues. Fate absolutely has other plans as Peppino gets night time guest he would never see coming. Now when I mean unconventional therapy companion, I really fucking mean it.

To put how insane it is then my example for this thought is gonna be a Shiny Heatran. Basically the fellow right here for non Pokemon fans! 5'07 tall and 948 pound Fire/Steel Type with boiling hot magma like blood.

Not something Peppino wanted to find in his kitchen especially when its obvious the creature is hungry. He had a still fresh order of food that a customer had cancelled so what he did next was obvious. Good news is the Heatran loves pizza. Bad news(not really) the fella now won't leave Peppino alone.

The Pokemon keeps showing up at his pizzeria look a lost puppy. Snuggling against him like an oversized cat whenever possible or follow Peppino everywhere. Gustavo thinks its cute and funny as the large creature been harmless.

Then like the gremlin he is, the smaller chef suggests Peppino have the Heatran be his therapy companion. He absolutely told Gustavo he was crazy but relented just to avoid a possible lawsuit for 'unknown/unaffiliated creature in the establishment'. Peppino seals the deal by naming the Heatran Fedra(it means bright or brilliant in Italian).

Best decision he ever made cause oh boy does his companion take the job seriously. Pests, from rats to awful customers, Fedra makes sure they never come back. Can't light the brick oven? Apparently whatever he is can breath a nice strong flame perfect to cook pizza with.

Peppino saves money for heating as Fedra radiates enough heat to warm up his entire apartment if needed. Also all the food he makes doesn't go to waste should a customer cancel their order. Fedra is the perfect size to help ground Peppino should an episode happen.

The unique heartbeat under warm rugged metal became something that makes the pizza chef feel safe. Fedra takes her (unofficial) job quite seriously as any threat to Peppino and his colleague is met with fire or steely headbutts. Then he's back to being a silly goofball who likes rubbing against the pizza chefs akin to a cat.

Pizza Tower is definitely going to be even more chaotic with Fedra involved. Word of advice to any egomaniacal pizzas who tries this stunt. Don't mess with a business protected by a powerful guardian beast from a different world.

[aussied]

So I started reading the Percy Jackson series...

*creeps on up in here*

Hi yes hello

So I have been reading through the Percy Jackson series for the first time because the Pinterest algorithm kept saying that the characters in my original story were similar to characters from Percy Jackson, and I had apparently unknowingly been pinning fanart as inspiration for years. So finally I was like "Yeah okay, I should read the books since apparently I already love the characters." and yanno what! I DO love the characters! I blew through The Lightning Thief book and enjoyed it. Then I made the mistake of watching the 2010 the movie and had an unhinged meltdown livetweeting about it on Twitter. I can post that on here if you guys want because I think I traveled to another plane of existence [negative] while watching it and received psychic damage. At one point I was in so much disbelief about the quality of the movie and the changes that they made that I fell into a bout of distressed laughter that I couldn't stop until I started coughing, so that's great. I just finished The Sea of Monsters book last night, but I'm gonna give myself a few days before I watch that movie because HHHHH I am not ready. I watched the trailer right after I finished the book and already had my head in my hands going "Why did they make those unnecessary changes??!" It's gonna be a ROUGH ONE FELLAS. I am already suffering. I am sosososososososososoSO thrilled about the D+ series coming this winter. Oh my GOSH. I'm incredibly sorry to the fandom who only had those Fox movies as their only adaptations for so long. That SUCKS. I'm hoping and praying that the series is as good as the trailers look. I think it'll do very well as a series rather than a movie, since the chapters are so episodic in the first book especially. I just hope that The Mouse™ doesn't cancel it prematurely. ANYWAY. I'm in that fun (horrible) state of jumping into the fandom pool where I am stoked to look at tags and search up fanart of characters, but having only read 2/7 books, I absolutely can't do that yet, because I don't want to get spoiled. I already am foaming at the mouth ready to meet a specific character that I see everywhere, but I don't think they show up until like two more books. Ahh! I hope they are as baby as the fanart I've seen has been. Luckily I've only been spoiled on two things so far... I'm kinda plugging my ears and going "lalalala!!" for how until I can blast through more of the books. Uhhhhh that's it! Not really a point to this post. It's just me waving hello to the Percy Jackson fandom I guess. Hello there! I hope to browse your tags and have A Very Normal Time about this series when I'm safely through it all!

[liliansun]

PROMISE ME LOVE | NJM

synopsis: Not only had he been the boy next door, he was your best friend. Practically inseparable, you were too comfortable with how things were. Now that you're not the only girl he's looking at, things begin to take a turn. Better or for worse?

genre: fluff, angst, comedy, college au, best friends to lovers, boy next door/childhood friends

warnings: swearing, slight suggestive(?) due to mentions of sex

wc: 5.9k

taglist: @kac-chowsballs @todorokiskitten @jayk2025 @msxflower @woniecf @luvrjn @hobistigma @gongiz @kyleeanne @shysakuno @jaeyunify @jaylaxies @candidupped @icywhatim @ja4hyvn @hooniesoul @rutowonz @acciomylove @soobin-chois @saucytaehyung @enhacolor @ethereal-engene @ant-ton-ya @gyuszn @doublesung @njmverse

THE SOUND OF STUDENTS SHUFFLING WAS LOUDER THAN YOU EXPECTED, maybe because you zoned out at the end of your lecture instead of paying attention like the rest. As your class was leaving out onto their next, you decided to take advantage of the break in your schedule and go down to the cafeteria for lunch. As you gathered your things, your stomach made a noise to confirm your thoughts of food was the right choice.

The walk across campus seemed indefinite, you started to think after all these years at the university that you had finally gotten lost and the way to food was no more. As you approached the cafeteria, you could see through the glass wall of the building that it wasn’t as crowded as usual. Finally, you can get the sandwiches people always snag before you get there. Hurrying inside, you made a direct b-line towards the students getting their lunches. As you join the line, you eye the last sandwich you want so desperately. When you finally get close enough to reach for it, someone from beside you reaches over and grabs it first.

Your stomach turned as your head whipped to the left. Smiling brightly was the one and only, Jaemin. He was quite cheeky today and you were rather hungry. “Give me my sandwich.” You said, face blank from the rise in irritation. Laughing, he raises his hand in the air and out of your reach. “Come and get it then.” He teases, shaking the sandwich in his hand. Taking a deep breath, you decided on either hitting him with your tray or starving for lunch. Before you could decide, he sets the sandwich on your tray before shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Sorry love, you know I can’t resist teasing you.” He says, still smiling as wide as he was before. You shook your head, walking forward in the line. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have classes?” You asked, grabbing a bag of chips to pair with your lunch. Jaemin follows alongside you, looking down at your choices of a meal. “Nah, professor canceled my class today so I’m eating with the boys, you should join us.” He said, catching your eye. You got down to the register, reaching into your pocket to pay.

Either hunger was slowing you down or Jaemin was fast. Just as you’re counting your change, he extends his hand and pays for your lunch before grabbing your tray and walking away. Leaving the register, you had no choice but to follow him to the table where he and his friends all sat. You can’t help, but notice the eyes that followed you as you sat down at the exclusive table in the cafeteria. When the other 5 boys noticed you and Jaemin sitting down, all eyes were on the two of you. “Well well well, look who we have here fellas.” Jeno teased, leaning onto the table with his elbows propped up.

“Looks like the two lovebirds decided to grace us with their presence today.” Mark added on, earning a slap by the one next to him. “Leave them alone, you’re gonna scare her away.” Chenle said as he waved to you. Renjun also waved, sitting beside Chenle. You waved at them all, noticing one was missing. “Where’s hyuck?” You asked, looking at the boy next to you. “He’s in the library, why?” The entire table started to make an ooo sound as they looked at you two.

“Trouble in paradise, y/n? Maybe someone has heart eyes for our poor haechan?” Mark said, leaning more towards you. Playfully flicking him on the forehead, you rolled your eyes. “I’m only asking because he’s always with you guys, butt out mark.”Jisung, who was sitting on the opposite end of the table, spoke up. “Mark, stop teasing her, you’ll feel the wrath of Jaemin if you don’t.” Jaemin only smiled at the comment about him before turning to you. You didn’t pay attention to the way his eyes were staring at you, instead focusing on the food in front of you. Unwrapping your sandwich, you started to enjoy your lunch while the boys continued to tease and make jokes with one another. Jaemin was occupying his time by watching the way you eat. It seems kind of creepy, but ever since you could remember he always did that. You had gotten used to it, not minding him and his quirky actions.

As you’re finishing up lunch, Jeno stands up to gather his things. “Oh hey, y/n you’re coming to the party this weekend right?” Lifting your head, you shrug in response. “C’mon, it’ll be fun! Plus, Chenle and I will be there so you can ditch these hooligans.” Renjun said. You laughed, considering their offer. “I don’t know guys, I have a test in a couple weeks and-“ before you could finish, Jaemin cut you off. “C’mon, I’ll be with you the whole time.” You scoffed, standing to grab your bag. “Yeah right, you always leave me to go get into another girl's pants.”

The entire table went silent as you and Jaemin went back and forth. “I promise I’ll be by your side the entire night. Pinky swear.” Hesitantly, you interlocked your pinky within his. To others, this may seem childish or even silly to pinky promise someone something so simple, but to you and Jaemin, this meant loyalty. Smiling, he interlocked his pinky with yours and the silent exchange between you two was picked up by the other five boys. “Alright alright, we have to go to class, but we’ll see you later!” Mark said, walking off with Jeno and Renjun. Chenle and Jisung waited for Jaemin to join them.

“See you later y/n.” He said as he saluted you before turning his back to you and left the cafeteria. Watching his figure disappear behind the cafeteria doors made you realize the audience that you and him had created. Many wandering eyes watched you exit the building, some in jealousy and others in pure curiosity. Making your way back across campus, you finished off your final few classes and headed home after.

The week seemed to go by quicker than you’d hope, leaving your last class early. The party was tomorrow and you still weren’t so sure you’d be going. “Hey stranger.” You turned your head, smiling and Donghyuck as he walked beside you. “Stranger? You should be referring to yourself.” You replied as you gently shoved his shoulder. He gripped the traps of his bag, shrugging. “I’m a busy man, can you blame me?” He asked, holding the door open for you two to leave the building. “No, I guess I can’t.”

Unknowingly, you both made your way towards the library. “So, you’re coming to the party tomorrow?” You didn’t turn to him, trying to think about what you feel best doing. “Jaemin is really excited this time, he has his hopes up big time.” You snorted, covering your face as you mentally imagine your best friend. “He’s such a dork, it’s amazing how many girls think he’s mesmerizing.” Donghyuck raised one brow, putting his stuff down at a table before taking a seat. “And you don’t?” You gave him a questioning look, sitting across from him as you sat your bag in the chair beside you.

“Don’t give me that look, we all see how you two look at each other. You’re both just too stubborn to realize it.” Rolling your eyes, you pulled your phone out to see a missed call from the topic of conversation. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” You mumbled as you called him back.

‘Y/n, where are you? Why didn’t you answer my call?’

‘Sorry Jaems, Hyuck and I met in the hallway and we’re at the library now.’

‘Library? Why are you with him?’

You could hear the boys in the back, they were teasing Jaemin for being concerned, saying he almost sounded jealous.

‘Don’t worry, we’re just studying before going back to the dorms for the weekend.’

Jaemin hummed in response, saying something incoherent to the boys before hanging up. When you sat your phone down, Donghyuck was giving you a shit-eating grin. “Why are you looking like that.” You laughed, opening up your bag. “He’s on his way, isn’t he.” You shook your head, pulling out a book for your upcoming test. “I doubt it, he’s with the boys right now.” He laughed, a little too loud for the setting you might add.

About ten minutes had passed, both you and Donghyuck sat in silence as you studied two different subjects. You were too immersed in your subject to notice Jaemin standing at your table, accompanied by Renjun and Jisung. Your table partner looked up, meeting Jaemin’s eyes. Smirking, he nudged your foot to get your attention. Your head shot up, glaring at Donghyuck. “Stop hyuck, I’m trying to- oh?” Turning your head, you smiled at the three boys, earning a warm smile from each. “What are you two doing here, alone?” Jaemin asked, pulling your bag up from the chair to take its place beside you.

“I told you we’re studying Jaems, what are you doing here?” You asked, leaning towards him. With one elbow propped up, he rested his head in his hand. “Me? I came here to support you.” Jisung and Renjun exchanged looks with Hyuck, not believing any of what their friend is saying. Just as he was looking at you, his attention was drawn to someone in the distance behind you. Noticing how quick his gaze shifted, you turned to look where he was looking. “I’ll be back, don’t leave without me.” He said, getting up from the table and walking over to a girl down by the bookshelves.

Your stomach turned, wishing to turn away from the sight before you, but you couldn’t. Jaemin had walked up to a girl in your year. You shared a few classes with her before, but other than that all you knew was her name. “Who’s he talking to now? He’s gotten three different numbers on the way here?” Jisung asked, following the eyes of the table towards his friend's direction. “That’s Yoo Jimin, but everyone calls her Karina.” Renjun replied, turning away from Jaemin and focusing his attention on you.

The sight of Jaemin flirting with a girl so strongly left a nasty taste in your mouth. Deciding it was best to brush off the sickening feeling it gave you, you found yourself exchanging looks with Renjun. His eyes softened at you, making you feel his pity. You waved him off, trying to assure him in the silence that you were okay.

You need to be okay, after all Jaemin is just your friend. Right?

After the scene at the library, you headed home and tucked in for the night that was to come the following day. Your gut was telling you that you should just stay in, watch Gilmore Girls on Netflix and order takeout, but a part of you held onto the hope that if you showed up will he keep his promise? You must’ve been too tired to ponder over the thoughts anymore, falling asleep before your mind was made up.

The dream you were having was too good to be interrupted, yet the knocking at your door and whoever was on the other side decided otherwise. Trying to ignore it, you rolled into your pillow in an attempt to get comfortable. The knocking only got louder and louder the longer you ignored it. Throwing the covers off of you, you picked up your phone to check the time. Too damn early for your liking. Groaning, you got out of bed, stomping towards your door. “Whoever is behind that door better be preparing their own funeral!” You yelled, swinging the door open. Renjun smiled, holding up a bag in one hand and a coffee in the other.

“Good morning sunshine.” He said, smiling at your morning attire. The smell of French vanilla and warm donuts distracted you from the previous anger towards your friend. “You better be happy I love you.” You groaned, brushing past him to head towards the restroom. Renjun laughed behind you, settling in the kitchen where Jeno was waiting. As you freshened up, your mind couldn’t help, but roll back to the previous day’s scene. You needed to distract yourself, focus on someone who wasn’t Jaemin.

Once you finished up, you left the bathroom to join the boys in the kitchen. To find Jeno in your dorm was no surprise, the boys found their dorm ‘less entertaining’ than they did yours, or at least that’s the excuse you’re given when they spend all day with you. Sitting down at the table, you reached for the coffee that would make up for the way you were awoken. Jeno had plates on the table, opening the bag and pulling out a pastry to set in front of you. “You still like blueberries right?” He asked, looking at you for confirmation.

You nodded, enjoying the warmth of the coffee as you drank it slowly. The three of you sat in silence, drinking coffee and eating pastries at your kitchen table. You weren’t entirely sure why they were here, “So what brings you two by so early?” You asked. Jeno and Renjun exchanged a look before one spoke up. “We are your chauffeurs tonight, we thought it’s best if we make sure you arrive safely then you come alone.” Jeno replied.

“And who said I was going?” You asked, watching Jeno smile at your response. “C’mon y/n, you’re really gonna leave us all alone tonight?” Pushing his lip out, he started to pout at you. You couldn’t hold your laughter in, nor could Renjun, as Jeno tried his best to convince you to go out tonight. “Fine, I’ll go! But if I’m ready to leave one of you has to take me home.” Both boys nodded, finishing the breakfast and spending the rest of the day relaxing with you on the couch. About a quarter till eight o’clock, you checked your phone for the tenth time in hopes of a message from Jaemin.

“Alright, go get dressed so we can leave.” Renjun said as he snatched your phone from your hands. Watching as he stuck your phone in his back pocket, you got up in defeat and walked to your bedroom to find an outfit. As you rummaged through your clothes, you started getting frustrated as you couldn’t find the jeans you wanted to wear. Sitting on your floor, you checked the clock on your wall. Fifteen minutes had passed, damn. When looking back at the clothes scattered amongst your floor, you crawled over to a dress you’ve never worn.

“This’ll do.” You muttered as you got up and changed. The dress was a little fitting, making you feel less comfortable than you expected. Just as you’re about to change, a knock came from the other side of your door. “Come in.” You said, fixing your dress around a bit. Renjun stepped in, peeking his head around to see you adjusting your outfit. “You look beautiful y/n, I just want you to know that if you didn’t.” You smiled, rolling your eyes at his complement. “Thanks Jun, I guess we can go now.” You said, grabbing your phone and heading out of your dorm.

On the way to the party, both Jeno and Renjun did their best to ease your nerves. They played music, made jokes with one another and did all they could to make you laugh. Well, it was more Jeno than Renjun. For the most part, you had loosened up a bit and started to look forward to the party, up until you actually pulled up. Once the car was in park, the anxiety started to roll in waves. Noticing how visibly nervous you were, Renjun reached to the backseat and held his hand out. “Hey, we’re going in together, okay? Don’t be nervous.”

You smiled at him, nodding as the three of you got out of the car and entered the large house. You recognized the house as the frat house each of the boys belonged to. This particular house was for the Dream frat house that belonged under the Neo Culture Technology Fraternity. As soon as you stepped inside, the smell of sweat, perfume, lust and cheap beer overflowed your senses. “God, why does it smell like that.” You groaned, covering your nose. Mark came from your left, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “That my friend is the smell of college.” He replied, dragging you with him towards the rest of the group.

As you pushed your way through the sea of bodies in the main area, you saw Jaemin sitting on a couch next to Chenle and Donghyuck. Unfortunately for you, they weren’t alone. Four girls surrounded them, one being Karina who you saw in the library. “Look who I found!” Mark shouted, getting the attention of the boys and their company. Chenle and Donghyuck both waved at you as Jaemin sent you a wide smile. You waved back, looking at Jaemin a little longer than the others. “You came!” He said, leaning a bit forward. “Yeah, someone has a promise to uphold.” You replied, earning a laugh from your best friend.

Before he could reply, Karina had made her way around the couch and sat on Jaemin’s lap. You started to feel sick just by watching the two, trying to find a way out of the situation. “I think I’m gonna go get a drink, are you coming?” You asked, watching how Karina wrapped her arms around his neck. Jaemin wasn’t entirely paying attention to the girl as he started to get up. “Yeah, I’m coming with.” After she got the message, she and her friends left the boys and disappeared into the crowd. Jaemin grabbed your hand, leading you toward the kitchen.

It must’ve been the heat in the house or the pure shock of affection, but the action itself made your cheeks turn a slight shade of pink. As you two found your way into the kitchen, he immediately walks over and pours some punch into a cup. “Here, this’ll loosen you up.” He says, smiling as he hands you the drink. You return the smile, taking the cup and giving it a taste. “Oh my god, what is this?” You asked, trying to stomach the bitter liquid in your cup. Shrugging, he leans against the counter. “I don’t know actually, one of the 127 boys came over and made it earlier.”

You shook your head, setting the drink down. When you looked up, you noticed Jaemin staring at you, only this time it felt different. “Earth to Jaems, you okay?” You asked, waving your hand in front of him. He grabs your wrist, lowering it as his thumb gently traced circles on your skin. “I’ve never been better, especially when my beautiful y/n is standing in front of me.” The same soft blush crept up your cheeks, trying to contain how his words were making you feel. “You think I’m..beautiful?” You asked, looking into his eyes for reassurance. He brought your wrist up to his lips, kissing it softly before nodding. “I think you’re gorgeous y/n, I always have.”

You don’t know how long or when they might’ve started, but in that moment the realization of how you felt for Jaemin hit you like a ton of bricks. All of the moments when you were kids and he would give you things that meant most to him, all the times he would wait for you so you two could walk home together, it all started to add up into one simple sentence you couldn’t deny anymore. You were in love with your best friend, maybe it was obvious to others, but it just became clear to you. Taking a deep breath, you wanted to decide on if you should confess it or keep it to yourself.

“Jaems, I think I gotta tell you something.” You said, trying to hold yourself together long enough to get it out. “Just a second, I gotta go, but I’ll be back okay?” He said. You noticed he had his phone in his hand as he walked off, leaving you in the kitchen. You wouldn’t be alone for too long as Donghyuck walked in after Jaemin left out. “So, did any kissing happen while you two were gone?” He asked, sending you winks which earned him a slap. “Hey! I’m just trying to keep up with the couple before it’s out.” He said, soothing his arm as he laughed.

“I’m in love with him.” You groaned, dropping your face into your hands. Donghyuck rubbed your back, shaking his head. “Tsk, tsk, y/n you’re officially the last to know. How does that feel?” You groaned louder, trying to think over how exactly you’d tell him how you felt. Would he feel the same? How would he react? What would this do to your friendship? Questions were popping up in your head and the anxiety you felt in the car came rushing back. Noticing how tense you got, Donghyuck pulled your hands away from your face. “Hey, calm down okay? We have time to think this through.”

You nodded, picking up the cup you had and decided to down the rest of the drink. As you tried to ignore the bitter aftertaste it was leaving in your mouth, you set the cup aside. “I think I’m gonna wait for him on the couch.” Donghyuck nodded, following behind you as the two of you left the kitchen and back through the path that led to the couch. When you got to the area you once were, you noticed Mark wasn’t far away, flirting with one of the four girls from earlier while Renjun and Jisung stood beside the couch. Jeno had one of the girls on his lap and Chenle was beside him.

Taking the empty seat beside Chenle, you turn to the boy next to you. “Where’s Jaems?” You asked, watching how the boys all looked at you after the mention of their friend’s name. They all stayed silent, trying to come up with an excuse to tell you. The girl on Jeno’s lap beats them all to it as she speaks up. “Oh Jaemin? He and Karina went up stairs, if you know what I mean.” She winked, giggling as she pulled her phone out. The girl who was with Mark made her way over. “Winter, she didn’t go up stairs, they left a few minutes ago. I think they’re going back to his dorm.” Your heart sank at her words. Of course you knew he slept around with girls, but if he did really leave, then he left you and his promise behind.

Jisung watched your body tense, rushing over in hope to distract you. “Hey, do you wanna go dance? We can wait for him to get back.” Your mind was racing, a million thoughts bouncing around and each one took a jab at your heart. Shaking your head, you tried to hold in your tears. “I’m okay, I think I’m gonna sit here till he gets back.” You replied, staring off at the crowd of people dancing. Both Mark and Jeno decided to take the three girls who were lingering away from you.

Donghyuck stood behind you, leaning against the couch as he tried to soothe you by rubbing your shoulder. “He’ll come back, he wouldn’t do this to you y/n.” Your heart was holding onto hope that he was right, that the Jaemin you knew your entire life wouldn’t leave you when you desperately wanted him most. Your mind was telling you a different story, trying to prepare you for the heartbreak and pain to follow. You didn’t know which one to listen to, clutching the dress that covered your legs.

As each hour passed, you watched the crowd start to thin. People were leaving the party, heading wherever they wanted to be while you sat on the couch holding onto hope. Each of the boys took their turn to check on you, try to make conversation and see if you needed anything. Donghyuck stayed by your side the entire time, not once getting your from beside you. You checked your phone, sighing at the time. “Y/n, it’s almost midnight, I think we should go.” You shook your head, fighting back the tears as Donghyuck rubbed your back. Through glossy eyes, you saw that almost everyone was gone, leaving you and the rest of the boys around.

“Mark and I are heading upstairs to bed, I think Jisung and Chenle already went up.” Renjun said, approaching you with Jeno by his side. “Alright, I’m gonna take y/n home.” Donghyuck said as he got up and held his hand out for you. You wanted to stay, thinking maybe he’d show up and you were already gone, but deep down you knew he wasn’t coming back. Taking his hand, you let Donghyuck lead you to his car and drive you home.

After a hot shower, you crawled into bed trying to forget the night even happened. Donghyuck was still over, waiting till you fell asleep to leave. A soft knock took you out of your thoughts, turning your head towards the door. As he peaked his head in, he smiled softly at your curled up form. “Hey, I’m about to head out okay? Make sure you get some sleep.” You stared at him, letting a tear fall down your cheek. “Why couldn’t it had been you, why did I have to fall for him instead.” You said, trying your best to not cry.

With a sigh, he walked into your room and sat on the edge of your bed. “Y/n, as great as that sounds, it was never meant to be me. I know you’re hurting, but it’ll get better soon.” You couldn’t hold in the tears, crying all that you had held in. Donghyuck leaned over, pulling you into his arms and holding you close as you cried against his chest. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep, waking up the next morning in hopes that it was all just a dream. Sadly, your worst nightmares had left you feeling better than you did. Rolling over to check your phone, you saw all the unread messages and calls that were left.

‘(12) Missed calls from Jaems <3 [1:23am]’

‘Jaems <3: Y/n I’m so sorry.. I didn’t mean to leave please just answer me. [1:24am]’

‘Jaems <3: Y/n, are you at home? None of the boys will tell me when you left and I know they’re all pissed at me. [01:25am]’

‘Jaems <3: Jisung hinted that Donghyuck took you home, is it true? [01:27am]’

‘Jaems <3: I love you y/n, I’m so sorry I left you and even more sorry I broke the promise I made..please just tell me you’re safe.. [01:32am]’

‘Jaems <3: Sleep well, please talk to me in the morning.. [01:46am]’

You didn’t know how long you had been crying, rereading over the messages as you laid in bed. Clicking on his message you started to type, trying to decide on what you should say. As you’re about to hit send, a notification pops up on your phone from Jaemin’s Instagram. You click on the notification, seeing a picture of Jaemin and Karina kissing at the party. The post was captioned, ‘Showing love to the boyfie. - karina’. Turning your phone off, you didn’t want to think about the post or the fact that something may have gone on between them.

Deciding to try and shake off the feelings of jealousy and sadness, you get out of bed and start cleaning around your dorm. You dusted, swept, and mopped around the room while listening to music. It made you feel better, more loose and relaxed. As you stood around the kitchen, you grabbed the trash and went to take it out. As soon as you stepped out of your dorm, Jaemin was standing across from you. “Y/n.” He said, almost sounding hoarse. Walking past him, you made your way towards the trash cans. “Y/n, please let me explain.” You continued to ignore him, throwing your trash bag away. As you turned around, he grabbed your wrist and stood in front of you.

“I need to go study.” You muttered, attempting to pull your arm from his grip. “Don’t you think that can wait?” You scoffed, pulling your arm back. “No Jaemin, unlike you, I don’t leave things behind.” He looked hurt, as if your words were cutting right through him. “Y/n, I’m so sorry, I want to explain what happened. Just please let me talk to you.” By now, you couldn’t hold it in. The tears were falling down your cheeks as your mind started to race. You needed to know why he left, but you were too stubborn to let yourself give in.

As you wiped your tears, you started to walk away from him and head back to your dorm. “So you’re just going to leave me here?” He asked, following behind you. “I need space.” You replied, trying to hold back what you’re desperate to let out. “Oh, but you didn’t need space from Donghyuck, huh? Why is that? Is it because you like him?” He shouted out of anger, out of sadness, and all of the emotions he was feeling were being mirrored by yours. “How can I like anyone when I’m in love with you!”

It all happened too quickly, your mouth was moving faster than your brain could comprehend. The words fell out of your mouth and there was no way of hiding them now. The space between you was thick, as if walls that were once destroyed started to build up again. You wanted to say something, you wanted him to say something, but neither of you did. You didn’t know how long you two had been standing there or who was watching the mess that unfolded between you two, but after what felt like a lifetime, you turned your back to him and walked back to your dorm.

That was the last you saw of Jaemin, you didn’t see him around campus after that day. He didn’t call you, nor did you try calling him. He didn’t text or even stop by the dorm to check up on you. It was as if he disappeared and was nowhere to be seen. Karina hadn’t posted anything on her socials about him nor did her friends ever mention him again. The group that was once whole now seemed empty, no one mentioned the stiffness when all would gather and the space Jaemin once occupied was empty. At first, you felt very empty without him there. You hated yourself for walking away and even more for not reaching out first.

This continued up until graduation, the following year. By now, you felt like a shell of your old self. Nothing you did was ever the same anymore now that he had disappeared. Some people told you it was for the better, that you needed to be away from all of his playboy ways. Others wished you happiness, watching the light that was once inside you dim with each passing day. Now that you were on the stage, walking across to accept your diploma and shake hands with the administrator, you looked out into the crowd. For just a second, you thought you saw Jaemin standing among the back row of friends and family. When you turned to look again, you realized he wasn’t there. For a split second, you were so sure that it was him. Maybe your heart is playing tricks on your eyes. You walked off the stage, going back to your seat and waiting for the ceremony to end.

After all was done, you got a text from Donghyuck to meet you by the back exit. Reading the text felt different, but you shook off the feeling. Making a turn, you walked towards the back part of the building and saw Donghyuck standing by the exit. “Hey our little graduate”. He said, smiling at you in your cap and gown. Rolling your eyes, you gave him a playful slap. “Yeah yeah, what is it that you wanted? I was hoping we’d go to dinner instead of playing hide and seek.” He laughed, grabbing your free hand. “Close your eyes and follow me.” You gave him a questioning look. “I promise you, it’ll be worth it.”

“Fine, but if this is where I get slayed by a man in a mask, at least I graduated before it happened.” Donghyuck laughed, leading you out the door and down a path. Even though your eyes were closed, you felt like you two weren’t the only ones around. Just as he stops, he lets go of your hand. You can hear his footsteps start to fade. “You can open your eyes now.” His voice sounded the same, sending chills down your spine. When you opened your eyes, you saw Jaemin in a suit, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

You didn’t know whether to believe if he was real or if it was your imagination. He stuck his hand out, leaning the flowers towards you. “J-Jaems?” You asked, feeling the tears start to sting as they form. “I hope this was enough space, I don’t think I can stay away any longer.” You laughed, dropping your diploma and reaching out to wrap your arms around him. He did the same, holding you close to his chest. “I never want to see you walk away again, it killed me to be away from you this long”. He mumbled against your head, letting tears of his own fall down his cheeks. You sniffled, looking up at him.

“Why’d you let me leave?” You asked, watching his expression change. “After you confessed like you did, I genuinely didn’t know what to do.” He said, chewing on the side of his lip. “And after you walked away, I thought it was over. I thought..you and I were over.” He continued, searching your face for reactions to his words. “And..Karina? What happened between you two?” You said, just above a whisper. He sighed, dropping his head just a bit. “She used me that night, pretending she needed me when she only wanted to be seen with me.” Your heart shattered for him, wishing you had only known what was going on at the time.

“I’m sorry I got jealous over you and Donghyuck.” He admitted, quietly. You smiled, second it was your turn to tease him. “Yeah, why exactly were you jealous?” Jaemin smiled, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Maybe because I too have been in love with you for a while, only realizing it when it was too late.” This made your heart ache, feeling a new set of tears fall down your cheeks.

“Promise me you’ll never leave my side again.” You said, just above a whisper. His hands left your sides, cupping your cheeks instead. “I can promise you something even better.” He replied, wiping away your tears with his thumb. You tilted your head, trying to think of what could be better than that. “What is it?” You asked, smiling up at him. He was staring at you, like he always did. Only this time, it felt different. “I can promise you love, because I love you l/n y/n.” It didn’t feel real, hearing those words leave his mouth.

“Please, promise me love.”

©️LILIANSUN., 2022

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[shadowthestoryteller]

Bad Batch and Burnout HCs

Guess who has burnout again!

This is only the OG four, sorry Echy boy. Wrote this last night on my notes apps so please excuse errors~~

Hunter

⁃Gently but firmly tells you that you need to rest

⁃ Will definitely scold you when you keep trying to return to your work, reminding you that you are supposed to be resting

⁃ Offers a hot bath and massage to help take your mind off your tasks

⁃ After the fifth time of you sneaking away to work instead of rest, Hunter takes drastic measures and hides the work from you

⁃ “You tell us to relax when we’re overworked, cyar’ika, why won’t you let yourself do the same?”

⁃ Is not above blanket-burritoing you for some “mandatory” cuddling/unwinding time

⁃ Seriously though, his massages are the best of the batch because not only does he know the various pressure points of the body due to his combat training, but his knife skills have made him excellent with his hands.

⁃ He can also smell whenever he hits the right spot on your back or shoulders due to the dopamine surge coming off you

⁃ While he can be a little rough around the edges, he’s also the most romantic and will definitely suggest stargazing or a movie marathon of your favorite movies

⁃ Being a sensory fella, he has a lovely array of candles or “scratch and sniff” scented samples that can help calm you down

⁃ ALWAYS has lavender on hand. It’s an absolutely necessity and his pillow is probably permanently lavender-fied

Tech

⁃ He’s like the king of burnout and knows exactly how hard it is to drag yourself away from your work

⁃ Being a fixer, he will produce the immediate solution of locking your work away in a timed safe so you can’t even access it until you’ve rested

⁃ However, he also understands that you may still yearn to be productive

⁃ Never fear, he has a fix: puzzles. Mentally stimulating yet not frustrating, it gives you something to do to keep you distracted.

⁃ He will definitely join you in the puzzle building, putting on some music that is specifically designed to destress

⁃ If you aren’t up for puzzles and just need to rest, he’s got loads of sensory toys with different textures and fidgety buttons that require little to no mental input

⁃ When all else fails, he makes the best pillow/blanket nests. Giving you some noise cancelling headphones, he turns on different soothing soundtracks so you can just lie in the nest and listen to various ambient noises

Wrecker

⁃ His burnout fixing method is snuggles, always.

⁃ Offers to let you lie on his stomach and chest, which are quite comfy

⁃ Plays with your hair, or if it’s too short to mess with he’ll trace random shapes on your back.

⁃ Also will trace shapes on your back even if your hair is long enough

⁃ Likes to let you lay on his back as he does pushups, but will use you as “weights” for arm workouts too

⁃ It’s quite nice since you can embody a rag doll as he lifts you easily

⁃ Like Hunter, will suggest a movie marathon (loves Disney movies and will ABSOLUTELY sing along)

⁃ Also like Hunter, can give amazing massages

⁃ Will also scold you if you try to sneak back to your work when you should be resting

⁃ When on leave and when he has access to ingredients, will bake cookies or muffins for you.

⁃ Like Tech, he gets that sometimes you still want to be productive and will employ your help to repaint the squad’s armor

Crosshair

⁃ The most stern when it comes to you resting

⁃ “Told you to take a break, darlin’. How about you listen to your sniper for once, hmm?”

⁃ If he catches you trying to sneak back, prepare to be scolded and steered back to the bunk

⁃ Where he proceeds to lie on you like an oversized housecat

⁃ If he has to physically prevent you from working, then physically prevent you he shall

⁃ There is no escape

⁃ It does get a laugh out of you because he often has a deadpan expression as he flops on you

⁃ “Have no idea what you’re takin’ about, sweetheart.”

⁃ He says as he is literally on you

⁃ If you do let him distract you, he is also quite skilled at massages. While Hunter is good about hitting specific spots, Crosshair can make any spot feel like the right spot

⁃ If you still feel the need to be productive, be prepared to be shanghied into helping him set up his latest ping bong ball trick shot.

⁃ Loves to “Western” style holos with you, mainly to gripe about the “shoddy gun handlin” and how “that could never work”.

⁃ With his skilled fingers rubbing your shoulders, you're asleep in no time