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#it’s so exhausting bro I am just trying to live here
opens-up-4-nobody · 8 months
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#hello to anyone who happens to b interested in the saga of my life... also maybe the irl person i gave my url to... hopefully my blog#didnt freak her out too much lol. anyway so its been a busy week? 2 weeks? month? year? life? its been a lot. my parents helped me move#across the country from the desert to somewhere that's beautiful and green. my dad is so jealous of me lol its so so so pretty and theres s#so much to do. will i do any of it? that remains to be seen but im gonna try to be better about that sort of thing. try to get some help#with the thoughts in my head that keep me from doing and enjoying most things. its weird like im decorating my new room which i love. the#location and living situation seem ideal and i really hope i can stay here all 5 years of my program but i was picking a lot of bright#colors and now it feel uncomfortable. like if i wear things that r too bright or my room is too bright without dark contrast it feel weird#like if im wearing it it kinda makes me feel sick. idk what thats abt. anyway. ill try to heal my brain and im just so happy to b out of the#southwest. i was so so so excited when we were leaving thr city and even more so when we left the state. i cant believe im here. in December#it felt like a million years away and i really truely could not fathom how i was gonna survive that long. my thoughts were so distorted. but#i did and here i am. and in like a month i should b starting my phd program and my parents were telling me how excited ppl r for me and#jealous of where im living and im glad. im glad they're excited. i think i am too but its under a layer of: if i get excited it wont happen#im not allowed to b excited or it wont happen. which is irrational but ya kno. anyway so that's yeah. im so happy to have a fresh start and#the town seems super cool. a liberal blip in a sea of... not that so theyre very visibly pride forward haha and i think itll b way easier#for me to get around without driving. and im gonna try to make friends. i need someone to tell me where to get tattoos haha. so yea im happy#but exhausted and i dont wanna go back to work and so so greatful to my parents for being wonderful ppl idk how bc both of them had fucked#up childhoods. like my mum will say the saddest shit and im like bro this is y i don't wanna talk to my grandma fuck her and my dads parents#r so fucked. like my nana is the reason im so fucking control freaked out but i kno i have issues and she has no insight and thinks shes#better than everyone. anyway hopefully i can get back to drawing a posting more now. ive been drawing it its been in a sketch book#like an actual sketch book for sketching big ideas thst r gonna take fucking forever to draw 😭#so that's all. just uprooted my whole life. thats all. but in a good way :-]#unrelated
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explosionkatsu · 3 months
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AGE DOESN'T MATTER 23
Dad!Bakugo x Teacher!Babysitter!Reader
22
7 p.m. is what it says to the clock and Katsuki hasn't arrived yet. It seems like Eijiro is quite busy as well for Kazui is still with her.
You were starting to feel uneasy since something must've come up that caused them to be this late. After checking your watch once again, you've decided to just drop Kazui yourself. The thing is, you don't know where Katsuki's parents live and you doubt you'll get a detailed answer from him.
'Well, no harm in trying.' You thought to yourself and poked Kazui who was busy watching some cartoons on your phone.
"Kazui-chan." You called out making Kazui look up at you confused.
"Hai?" He responded.
"Do you know where your bachan lives?" You asked.
You were surprised when Kazui told you the complete address, including the lot number.
"H-how?" You were amazed.
"Papa told me if I got lost, I can state Bachan's address so that someone can take me there safely!" Kazui beamed.
"That's very smart of you, Kazui-chan." You praised and gently patted his head smiling.
"Thank you!" Kazui answered.
"What do you say I drop you instead to your bachan?" You suggested. "I don't think Uncle Eiji will be here anytime soon. Something must've come up."
Kazui just nodded when you noticed him yawning. Of course, he's exhausted.
"Alright. Let's pack our stuff and head out." You said.
Y/n began fixing her things as well as Kazui. Once finished, she checked everything and left the school taking Kazui's hand to hers. She plans on buying something to consume on their way as well since it's been hours since Kazui ate anything.
Y/n took Kazui to a ramen house where Kazui finished his meal almost immediately and ate his yogurt on the bus. You intentionally made him sit at the window seat so that he'd be able to point out the place.
"We're here!" He suddenly exclaimed while pointing to a certain house.
Y/n pressed the stop button resulting in the bus halting a few blocks away from where Kazui's pointing. Carefully, Y/n guided Kazui out of the bus and headed to where he was pointing.
'If this is the wrong house, she could just apologize and say it's the wrong house.' Y/n thought while internally praying, as well as readying herself for the excuse.
When they reached the porch, Y/n shakingly pressed the doorbell twice. She was ready to make an excuse, chanting it over and over in her head. Her dread vanished when a woman who looked exactly like a female version of Katsuki opened the door.
"Can I- Kazui!?" Mitsuki shrieked. "Where the hell is your father?!"
"Bachaaan!!" Kazui beamed hugging Mitsuki.
"That brat," Mitsuki mumbled. "Masaru! Your brat left Kazui to some- wait." She blinked, finally looking at you. "Who are you?"
"O-oh!" Y/n stuttered. "I am Y/n L/n." She said and bowed down. "I am Kazui-chan's homeroom teacher, as well as his babysitter."
"Did Kat-, Bakugo leave Kazui to you?" Mitsuki asked and let Kazui in the house.
"Oh, not entirely." Y/n sweat dropped. "Kazui has been waiting for Kirishima to pick him up. But it seems like something came up. I realized it was getting a bit late so I decided to drop Kazui myself, which I am a bit thankful he knew the whole address." She explained, chuckling in the end.
"Oh what am I doing, come in!"
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"Glad we were able to catch that villain. Man, I thought I'd leave patrol early today." Eijiro said while sitting on the stretcher and letting someone treat his wounds. "Sorry, I couldn't pick up Kazui today."
"Shit!" Katsuki cussed.
"What is it?" Eijiro asked looking at Katsuki in panic.
"I have a fucking date today!"
"What?! With who!?" Eijiro exclaimed. "Bro. You realized it's 8:30 in the evening already, right?"
"I'm supposed to fucking pick her up at the daycare."
Without hesitating, Katsuki told the medic to stop treating him.
"Who!? Where- Dynamight!!!" Eijiro called out. "Awe man."
Katsuki darted away from the scene focusing on getting to the daycare fast, hoping Y/n and Kazui were still there. But as soon as he reached the establishment, he saw that the lights were out and the portico was locked.
"Fuck!" He cussed loudly.
'She must've taken Kazui her. But where? At her home? Yeah. Probably it.' Katsuki thought to himself and blasted himself towards Y/n's apartment.
It took him a few minutes to get there only to notice that her lights were off as well.
"What the hell?" He mumbled. "Where the hell are they.." Katsuki said. He went to the window to check closer but saw no one.
The only place he hasn't gone yet is his own house and his parents.
"Damn it." He cussed once again and blasted away.
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"So, you've been spending time with Katsuki." Mitsuki was surprised after learning this. It irritates her that Katsuki never tells him anything. "So, how's he?"
Y/n, who was sitting in the dining with Mitsuki smiled. "He's very-"
"Difficult?"
"A-ah. No..." Y/n sweat dropped. "He's really sweet." She giggled. "Whenever I come over to take care of Kazui, I usually cook dinner for 3 people. He'll get mad at me for cooking instead of ordering takeout since he always leaves enough cash for takeouts."
"What do you do to the money he leaves?" Mitsuki asked before sipping her cup of tea.
'Ah.' Y/n thought. It seems like she knew what Mitsuki was doing.
"I bought groceries." Y/n looked down as she said this. "I noticed that there aren't any greens in the fridge. It's usually meat, cereal, a bunch of juices, and a few spices."
"What happened to Katsuki." Mitsuki facepalmed. "That kid is always passionate about his cooking."
"He always complains whenever I cook for him, but he'll eat it anyway." Y/n giggled and took a sip of her tea.
"Why do you do it?" Mitsuki's getting interested in Y/n.
"I can see how tired and exhausted he is whenever he gets home from work."
As Y/n went on to explain, she didn't know that Mitsuki was watching her facial features. Her expression changes whenever she mentions something about Katsuki.
'He'll be so lucky to have this woman.' Mitsuki thought smiling to herself. "Ah. I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself." She smiled. "I'm Mitsuki Bakugo, and here my husband, Masaru Bakugo. You can just call me Mitsuki."
"Oh. It is a pleasure, Mitsuki." Y/n stood up and bowed as a sign of respect.
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Reaching his own house, Katsuki can see the lights are as well off.
"What the hell?"
He's starting to get worried. Did someone kidnap them? Did they know who Y/n is?
"Fuck!" The only thing he can think of now is to call. But as he tries to reach for his phone, he realizes he left it in his office which frustrates him more.
The only place he hasn't checked is his parents where he doubts, they will be there, but he was hoping they are.
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"Masaru," Mitsuki called out for her husband signaling him to come over.
Y/n was with Kazui in the living room, obviously spending time with him.
"Yes, dear?" Masaru responded.
"We haven't fully known Y/n right here but I'm liking her for Katsuki right now." She was grinning ear to ear while murmuring what she said.
"What makes you say that?" Masaru said placing a palm on Mitsuki's shoulder.
"I heard the things she did for him. She's the woman I want for our son." Mitsuki smiled.
"You know we just can't-"
"Set them up," Mitsuki answered mischievously.
"Katsuki's smart, dear."
"Not with us." She snickered. "Y/n dear! Come here!"
Y/n blinked curiously but stood up anyway and went to Mitsuki and Masaru.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
Eh?
This question made you blink again. "Huh?"
"Oh! We apologize for snooping around. You are a very lovely woman so we're guessing you have a man in your life." Mitsuki's a great actor alright.
"U-um. I don't have a boyfriend." You stuttered but confused. "It's been years since I last had one."
"Why's that, sweetie?" She was curious, okay?
"I just don't have enough time to look for someone..." You answered truthfully. "If someone came into my life, then I'll accept them wholeheartedly."
"I swear to god if they aren't here-"
Just as Y/n finished her sentence, Katsuki came barging in. Everyone was jolted by his entrance, making them all look at him, and Kazui, well, ran to Y/n in fear.
Mitsuki though, after seeing it was only her son, stomped her way to Katsuki and gave him a hard smack on his head which made Y/n gasp.
"That's normal, Y/n," Masaru says assuring her.
"Ooh.." Y/n said in response.
"Why the hell are you barging in here like that!? You gave us a heart attack you idiot!"
"I was looking for Y/n and Kazui!"
"That doesn't change the fact that you almost killed us all!"
"How the hell would I do that woman!?"
"Who are you calling woman, hah!?"
Then Mitsuki gave Katsuki another smack whilst Masaru just sighed in the background, smiling.
"A-ano.." Y/n's voice halted both the blonde-haired.
Both blonde-haired paused in bickering when they heard Y/n's voice making them look at her.
"Kazui!" Katsuki called out as he reached for Kazui, embracing him tightly. "I was so worried." He breathes out what after seeing Kazui safe.
"Papaaaaa." Kazui groaned, squirming a little while being embraced by his father. "I'm okay!"
Mitsuki just slightly shook her head while witnessing the scene.
"How did they get here?" Katsuki asked as he stood up looking at his mother.
"They knock at the door, genius," Mitsuki answered crossing her arms.
"I- whatever." Katsuki facepalmed.
"A-ano.." You stuttered. "Kazui-chan gave me the address."
He was so focused on Kazui that he almost forgot that you were also here in his parent's house. So when his eyes gaze upon you, he can't help but blush a little which goes unnoticed by Mitsuki who smirks seeing this.
"Tsch." Katsuki tched. "Thanks for keeping Kazui safe."
"It's my responsibility as his teacher and babysitter." You smiled.
"I'm guessing you've met my old hag here," Katsuki mumbles as he scratches his cheeks.
Y/n was a bit distraught. She never focuses on what he is saying because Katsuki is covered in bruises, scratches, wounds, and dirt. She was tempted to heal him.
"Katsuki.." Y/n called out softly.
Katsuki stopped talking and looked at her raising an eyebrow.
"I apologize for cutting you, but I hope you don't mind if I take a look at your bruises. It might get infected... Especially those open wounds.." Y/n said staring at Katsuki worriedly.
"Now that you mentioned it," Mitsuki spoke up. "You look terrible! I was just watching you and Eijiro defeat that villain! Why aren't you patched up!?"
Katsuki only rolled his eyes hearing his mother yell at him, but deep inside he kinda missed it. "Eijiro was getting patched up." Katsuki started. "I was going to as well when he fu-, mentioned Kazui. Since I made plans with Y/n as well, I thought of picking him up instead. But I realized it was a bit late, and looked around for them."
"Be glad that your son knows our address." Mitsuki sighed.
"Son, why don't you use your old bedroom and stay here for tonight?" Masaru walked towards them, smiling. "Your mother can help you with those while I prepare dinner. I'm sure Miss Y/n and Kazui are starving as well."
"A-ah! You don't have to-"
"That would be lovely!" Mitsuki beamed.
"Tsch." Well, it was not a bad idea. "Fine. Only because I'm exhausted."
"Alright then! I'll bring the aid kit while your father-
"Give it to Y/n," Katsuki said finally removing his combat boots.
"Ha?" Mitsuki was confused.
"She's a healer." Katsuki simply said making Y/n's eyes wide open.
"How did y-you know?.." Y/n stuttered.
"Doesn't matter," Katsuki said.
"Oh? That's very interesting, Y/n." Mitsuki smiled. "You can patch Katsuki in his room. I can finally spend time with my grandson!"
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Katsuki went to his old bedroom along with Y/n following him. He didn't expect his night to turn this way but he was a bit glad to have some a little privacy with Y/n.
"This is my old room," Katsuki said stopping in front of a door.
He slowly pushed the door open and switched the lights on revealing a tidy room with a bunch of Almight stuff around the room.
"I see a fan." Y/n giggled while they both walked into the room.
"Whatever," Katsuki answered. "Be thankful it's not like Izuku's." He mumbled.
"Hm?"
"I'll go shower." He said. "You can wait here. Just sit on the bed, I guess."
"Oh. I'll prepare the med kit while waiting for you." Y/n smiled.
"Alright. I'll be quick." Katsuki said and left.
A few minutes passed, and Katsuki got out of the shower fully clothed. He decided to just change in the bathroom so that it wouldn't create any awkwardness between him and Y/n. He also wore something that might help Y/n while she heals him.
"Would these clothes be a bother?" He asked slowly approaching Y/n who was comfortably sitting on the bed.
Hearing his voice shook her a little bit. Luckily she managed to hide it.
As she looked at Katsuki, her eyes widened on seeing what he was wearing. A loose black tank top along with what seems like sleepwear shorts stops a few inches above his knee.
"Oi."
Y/n blinked when he called out. "I-it's okay."
Katsuki sat across from her, not too close but not too far either. He watched how she took a bunch of stuff out of the kit as if she was familiar with what she was doing. Like a muscle memory almost.
"I have a question." Katsuki suddenly blurts out.
"Oh, uh. What is it?" Y/n asked while focusing on the liquid disinfectant.
"Why didn't you take the medical field?" As if hitting a sensitive spot, Katsuki noticed how her movements turned slow. "You don't have to answer if it's something sensitive." He quickly added.
"No, no. It's fine." Y/n smiled at him. "It's not sensitive as well." She said. "I just dont like seeing people die. Especially under my care." She sighed as the smile never left her lips. "I get attached easily which is not a good thing as a doctor, or so I was told. Haha."
While reading the formula of the disinfectant, Y/n managed to answer Katsuki. "I wanted to be a doctor. But since I am a very emotional person, I decided to just teach."
"Why didn't you tell me your quirk is healing?"
Y/n giggled remembering her reason.
"The hell is so funny about it, hah?" Katsuki was confused as to why she found his question amusing.
"Sorry!" Y/n apologized immediately. "I just think that you might find my reason foolish."
"I won't if you tell me." Katsuki tsked. 
"Well. I watched you a lot on the television. All your interviews." Y/n started.
"Right," Katsuki smirked. "I forgot that you're a fan of Dynamight."
"S-shut it.." Y/n blushed. "Anyway," after clearing her throat, she continues, "Dynamight is a very protective person and doesn't want to cause any harm to anyone. Since my quirk causes self-harm, I know you'd be against it if I used it on you or Kazui when I started working for you."
She does have a point.
"So, the day you got home injured, I told Kirishima to not say a word when I both mended you two," Y/n explained while dabbing the liquid on a cotton ball.
"You think I'll let you use it on me, huh?" Katsuki said looking at her.
"H-huh?"
"Of course fucking not." He added and looked away. "You're precious to me. I don't want you getting hurt." He said while his face was turning red.
Y/n's face was worse though, hers was redder than tomato. "U-um.. Your a-arm, please.."
"Wha t do you even like about Dynamight, huh," Katsuki asked out of nowhere while he raised his arm and felt her gentle grasp on his skin. For some reason, it feels very comforting.
"What do I like about him?" Y/n smiled. "He was very passionate about saving people. I admire how bold he is in every situation. No matter what kind of villain he faces, he assures people that he'll defeat them. I just hate it when people misunderstand him just by judging him. They didn't know that without his hero suit, Dynamight was a very different person."
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"Hey, Masaru." Mistuki called out while preparing the food with her husband.
"Yes, dear?" Masaru answered.
"Did you notice what Katsuki said earlier?" Mitsuki said pausing on washing the vegetables.
"Hm.." Masaru thinks for a second before answering, "Which part?"
"Katsuki said he has plans with Y/n." Mitsuki looked at Masaru as she said this. "I think Katsuki doesn't need our help."
Masaru just smiled at his wife. "Like I said, our son is smart."
24
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Happy New year, everyone!! I am back!!! I hope you like this part!
Thank you for all your patience! 🥺🥺
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daceydeath · 1 year
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The Next Step
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Pairing: Seungmin x Reader Word Count: 1.3k Genre: Fluff, Smut 🔞, slice of life Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (don't try this at home) Requested
You and your wonderful boyfriend Seungmin had been together for a while but what was the next step in your relationship?
It had started out as a cute little "family" dinner with his members all sitting around the lounge area eating pizza, drinking and talking about recording the new album, what dramas and movies they had been watching and in jokes that just never seemed to die. It was nice to see them all so comfortable and relaxed they had been away from each other for the past week visiting their own family and enjoying there time off so it was enjoyable to you.
"Alright before this gets too messy" Seungmin announced putting his drink down on the table and searching his pockets "I have something I want to share". You looked at him curiously wondering what on earth he was talking about and why Chan and Lee Know who looked suspiciously starry eyed.
"So you all know how shit sneaking the girls in here is and how annoying it is to figure out who needs to be out when so I have partially solved the problem" He announced to applause from Chan and continued quizzical glances from the others as he pulled a key ring with a Pompompurin handing from it out and held his hand out to you. Slowly reaching out you opened your palm and let him drop the 'gift' into your hand, it was a shiny key that did nothing to dissipate your confusion.
"It's a key babe" you blinked still trying to figure out what that mean.
"Holy shit you're moving in with us?" Jeongin squeaked
"No dumbass" Seungmin rolled his eyes.
"I don't get it" Hyunjin whisper shouted looking to Han and Changbin who just shrugged
"Bunny, move in with me? I got an apartment for us on the next floor" Seungmin smiled widely his eyes bright with hope and love as you threw your arms around him nodding.
"Aww cute" Chan giggled.
"You're leaving us?" Felix gasped.
"When are you getting married?" Changbin hollered.
"I am totally the maid of honor" Han demanded.
"Love you bunny" Seungmin whispered into your hair.
"I love you more" you murmured back kissing him sweetly despite the yelling that would inevitably follow.
That had been a week ago and now you were sitting on the floor of the apartment, the new apartment, no Seungmin and your new apartment. Surrounded by boxes you sat exhausted from moving everything up from the garage even with the help of his 3 gym bro hyungs it had been a lot of work for you. Seungmin had offered to put the bed together while you started sorting out the basics for the kitchen, plates, cups, cutlery and the most important part of the kitchen the coffee machine.
"Bun? Do you know where we packed the sheets?" Seungmin called interrupting you laying on the lounge room floor trying to figure out exactly how you both had so much stuff.
"Box named linen babe" You called back looking up at the ceiling.
"Oh right" he chuckled and you could hear him making up the bed as your eyes drifted closed the whole ideal of having Seungmin to yourself even if it was just for a few hours in his busy periods everyday was a dream for you "You ok my sleepy little bunny?" you heard him smiled as his fingers brushed through your hair.
"I'm fine" you sighed happily "I'm tired but this seems to good to be true".
"What does? us living here together?" he murmured his hand grasping yours to help you up.
"Yeah, I knew one day you would want to move in together, maybe talk about serious things like marriage or babies, but I didn't think you would want this while you were still touring and performing" you admitted your eyes meeting his beautiful deep umber eyes.
"Come here bunny, let me show you how serious I am about sharing my life with you" he led you from the box filled lounge into the doorway of your sparsely furnished shared bedroom. "I'm going to wake up beside you in that bed right there from now on, I want you beside me always bunny" he whispered his voice coming out huskier than normal while his breath on your neck made you shiver in his hold.
"Seung" you breathed closing your eyes again as his lips descended onto you neck kissing your feather lightly while his arms wrapped around you pressing you against his chest.
"Hmm?" he teased humming into your skin "Should I keep showing you how serious I am?".
"Yes please" you gasped as he playfully nipped your neck his fingers creeping under your shirt to caress your bare skin making a small puff of air fall from your lips. Continuing his teasing one of his hands moved to cup your breast softly squeezing your flesh his fingers pulling the cup down to roll your already hard nipple between his fingers. His other hand traveled down your body sliding into your sweatpants to cup your core with his large hand, the warmth of it making you bite your lips as he slowly continued his teasing of your tits.
"More?" he smirked making you nod rapidly and feeling you lean heavier on his chest "anything for you bun" he smiled against your ear pulling his hands from your body to pull your shirt over your hear and unclasp your bra. Scooping you up he lowered your body to sit on the edge of the bed, easily kneeling between your legs and hell pulled both your sweatpants and underwear away with one strong tug. Now bare and exposed with his body keeping your legs spread he lazily rang one finger through your slit collecting your dripping essence while you whimpered at his touch.
"You are so wet for me already bun" he groaned before crashing his lips into yours for a passionate but messy kiss "You going to let me eat your perfect pussy bun?"
"Please Seung touch me" you whimpered again while he hooked your legs over this shoulders and licked the first fat stripe up your slit making you fall back against the mattress as his tongue circled around your clit and then back to your entrance lapping up every drop of arousal from between your thighs. His fast kitten licks to your clit and his long fingers circling your entrance before sliding one inside you to stretch your walls was making you dizzy groans and gasps of pleasure falling from your lips.
"You taste so sweet and all for me" he mumbled against your wet skin as you arched off the bed panting sucking on your clit harshly he moved his fingers you brush against the spot that makes your eyes roll back in your head until you came hard on his fingers and tongue. Not giving you time to come down from your high he pushed you further onto the bed pulling the sweatpants he was wearing enough to let his throbbing length spring free and sheathing himself into you cursing as he bottomed out inside your still convulsing walls.
"Let me hear you bun, there is no one else here" he grunted thrusting into you deeply and making you whine, his hips smacked against your spread thighs as he loomed over you his hooded eyes blown out with lust as you finally started making the noises he wanted.
"Seung, oh shit, right there" you mewled as he hit that spot deep inside you again and again "Fuck Seungmin"
"God you make the prettiest noises bun" he groaned as he felt you tightening around him as you reached your next climax.
"Seungmin" you wailed as your vision went white momentarily as intense pleasure flooded your body, your walls squeezing him and making him spill his seed inside you and he fucked you through your high.
"You are fucking perfect bun" he panted slipping himself from your sensitive core and pulling you into his arms.
"I love you Seung" you murmured against his chest wrapped tightly in his arms.
"I love you too, thank you for letting us start this part of our lives" he sighed happily pulling the blankets around you and placing a soft kiss to your nose.
a/n: Thank you for reading you guys are just the greatest, all comments, reblogs and likes just blow my mind because you are all far too kind to me xx
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tokyorevismylife · 10 months
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Ladies Man- Pt.1
a ran x reader series
trigger warnings: a little cussing, reader is female
A/N:  I’ve decided to post more often, so here is a Ran dump I had saved in my drafts, because I love him so much.
Ran Haitani was the epitome of a ladies man. The very definition of one. His appearance and his charming personality was enough to with anyone over. Tall, well built but slim, with long hair tied up into braids, a pretty face and most of all, his calculating violet eyes that managed to capture the hearts of any girl he set his sights on. And he just was so seemingly effortless and graceful in all that he did. He was suave, charismatic, the list goes on. Not to mention, being able to take charge over the Roppongi district at such a young age and being apart of multiple gangs did wonders for the bad boy persona that so many females seem to like. Long story short, these advantageous traits made him extremely attractive. That’s why Ran Haitani, has always lived the good life when it came to dating. With one luck, he can wrap a girl around his finger. Who wouldn’t use this skill to their advantage?
This is precisely the reason when his younger brother Rindou didn’t even bat an eye when yet another one of his girlfriends came over to his house to disrupt the minimal peace he had. Living with such a popular brother like Ran isn’t easy. Naturally, with talents like these, a little bit of bragging is clearly understandable, right? So, obviously, Ran showed them off at every given moment. At last, what seemed like centuries later, the girl left looking utterly pleased that she was able to spend some time with a guy that seems like he came out of some fantasy shoujo manga. 
After she left, Ran plopped on the living room couch looking bored and displeased. “What’s up with you?” Rindou inquired. “Shouldn’t your dumbass be smirking in my face telling me about how many girls you manage to pull?
 “Aw come now, I understand you’re jealous but that’s no reason to insult your phenomenal elder brother, now is it?” Ran retorted. 
Rindou merely rolled his eyes, however his exasperation quickly faded when he saw that the look on Ran’s face returned to displeasure. “Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? How can you look dissatisfied after hooking up with a girl?” Rindou asked his brother.
“I wish I could be as simple minded as you, Rindou.” The elder Haitani melodramatically sighed. “You see, when you’re as attractive as I am, you can get anyone to like you. And that’s exactly my problem. I get all these girls to like me, and majority of them are smoking too. But they’re all the same, just trying to get in my pants because they think I’m some hot bad boy gangster, which I mean, I am....but I think I just want someone to like me for me.”
Rindou blinked. “Bro... are you on crack?”, was the only thing the younger Haitani was able to spew out after hearing Ran’s rather surprising monologue. “I never thought I would see the day where Ran Haitani would be tired of hooking up and actually want to commit to a relationship.” Ran didn’t say anything but glared at his brother. Rindou, if he wanted to, could also be a complete asshole. “Well, Ran, you’ll find someone someday. But, there is no point in moping around. If you want a committed relationship with someone, get off your ass, find someone you like, and use your charms. And quit hooking up with girls who only want you for shallow reasons if it bothers you that much.”
Ran stiffened at being called out but grudgingly accepted that his brother was right. Rindou has always been the wiser one among the two. He simply tilted his head back against the couch and hoped that someone would come along soon...
“CRAP!!!” I’m gonna be late!!” You leapt out of your bed, when you realized that school would start in 20 mins. You had spent majority of the night before cramming for an extremely important test of yours, which lead to you oversleeping due to your exhaustion. Within a matter of minutes, you somehow managed to shove some sort of food in your mouth, sort your appearance out and pack your bags before bolting out the door. 
“I think I may just have set a world record for fastest time to get ready”, you said as you were jogging at a quick pace. You pulled out your phone and checked the time. “Oh god, I’m gonna have to speed things up a notch if I want a hope of making it.” You swiftly quickened your pace. Upon focusing on being able to maintain a steady pace, you weren’t paying attention too much, which caused you to full on collide with an extremely tall person, which caused them to spill their drink they were holding, on their clothes. 
You straightened yourself out before looking up at the stranger. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!! I was in a rush because I didn’t want to be late for class and I wasn’t paying attention.” You looked at the guy, who had shrewd, calculating eyes and stared at you. “Um, I’ll probably be late, but I can buy you a drink to compensate?” You got a better look at the man, and despite being soiled with his drink, he was extremely handsome, with long braids accentuating his pretty face. And..silent. He was starting to freak you out. 
Meanwhile, in Ran Haitani’s mind, he didn’t know how to speak. He couldn’t gather his voice. What the hell is happening? He thought to himself. He was basically a professional flirt, so why was he struggling so much to recollect himself? He looked at the stranger before him. She was tinier than him, and stared at him apprehensively, and not to mention, she was incredibly cute. Beautiful. But not like anyone he was used to dealing with. He was used to dealing with girls with top-tier designer clothes, heavy makeup, and professionally done hair, and well... she was the opposite. She had a basic school uniform thrown on, which was disheveled, and a couple crumbs of food on her cheeks. And, she spilled a hot drink on him. So, how did Ran Haitani manage to fall so hard? 
“Hello, dude...are you good?? Yes or no to that offer? I’d really appreciate an answer fast. I need to go to school.” You asked him, nearing the end of your patience. He snapped out of his reverie that you placed him in. “Hm..I dunno...I, Ran Haitani might need something more...” And at that, he internally cringed. Where had his eloquence gone? I, Ran Haitani?? Who says that in this day and age?? So, therefore, Ran wasn’t surprised when you looked at him funny. “Well, pretty...how about a date with me, hm? I think that’s payment enough. And, I promise it’ll be fun.” That should do it, Ran thought. Most girls would swoon if they could spend one NANOSECOND with me. And, your disgusted face made his heart drop, and he felt nervous. This was the first time he was so desperate for a girl to say yes. He wondered how someone like you managed to have so much power over him. How did you make him, of all people become a simp?
“Um...no thank you. I’m not really into the arrogant pretty-boy asshole type. But look! Those girls are!” You exclaimed, pointing to a small group of screeching girls staring at Ran. You pushed past him, as he stood dumbfounded. But, you quickly turned back and pushed a wad of crumpled bills into his unsuspecting hand. 
“For the drink. Sorry for the disturbance, Ran Haitani.” And with that, you managed to make Ran Haitani come to a standstill. All he could do is stare at your distant figure, that retreated quickly.
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Okay chat we gotta split this up (this is why I said preferably one image per ask, but since these are a set, I’ll allow it)
First of all though
I HAD NO IDEA THOSE FIRST TWO EXISTED I HAD ONLY SEEN THE SECOND TWO the last one is literally my lockscreen on my iPad and has been since I discovered it this summer,,,,
IMAGE 1: AA3
Characters: Maya Fey (channeling Mia Fey), Godot, Iris Fey, Sister Bikini, Ron and Desirée DeLite, Dick Gumshoe, Maggey Byrd, Phoenix Wright, Pearl Fey, Miles Edgeworth
Rating: 11/10
These ones are hard because there’s SO MUCH to unpack here, but that’s what makes it fun.
Starting off I AM A SUCKER FOR MIA AND GODOT/DIEGO INTERACTIONS GAHHHHH Like c’mon!! nothing more to say on those two, they’re perfect
IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS MYBELOVED WAHH!! She’s so,,, AND SISTER BIKINI gosh I love that she’s confused about the Wii of course she would it only makes sense..but I think Iris being the one to look like she’s explaining it to her makes it even more silly bc girlie you lived in a mountain temple for most of your life how do you know what this is?
Ron, being silly as usual ALSO WHO’S FOOT IS THAT NEXT TO HIM ?? I’ve been trying to figure it out and I THINK it’s Desirée’s but the angle of the leg doesn’t feel right and I just don’t know. Whoever’s foot it is, they need to wear socks (i CANNOT not wear socks, especially wearing shoes without socks?? So when I see characters doing that I’m like 😨 what)
Ron is obviously spooked by Gumshoe and Maggey, and so Dezi (was that a nickname for her? Or did I make that up) obviously is trying to help him but WHY IS THERE SMOKE?? OR DUST OR STEAM OR WHATEVER THAT IS?? HUH
GUMSHOE AND MAGGEY they’re working together it’s so cute IT LOOKS LIKE THEY’RE RUNNING TOWARDS GODOT AND CONSIDERING THAT IRIS AND SISTER BIKINI ARE HERE, THAT MEANS THIS WOULD HAVE TO BE POST-AA3
Which mean Iris should be in jail (i mean actually no she shouldn’t, women can do what they want and she did nothing wrong smh) and that Godot would definitely be in jail
So it looks like Gumshoe and Maggey are running in to arrest Godot (also I love the Blue Badger on her hoodie <3 )
Okay actually BACK IT UP if this is technically post-AA3…Mia is so calm in speaking to Godot yes I know she loves Diego, but he JUST killed her mom…but whatever I crave their interactions
PHOENIX bro is probably exhausted from everything that happened in AA3…BUT ALSO IS THAT A PLAYING CARD IN HIS POCKET WHAT IS THAT ?? I go insane when playing cards are associated with pre-disbarment Phoenix bc ough…almost like foreshadowing…
Also that CANNOT be comfortable…his poor neck
And also the silly thing he does of tucking his tie in his pocket so goofy so silly
The man he loves and the women he loves are both RIGHT THERE and what does he do?? SLEEP
PEARL SLEEPING ON HIS LEG?? THAT’S SO CUTE this is him preparing to adopt a child in the next 3 months
MILES SMILING I love him look at his goofy big hand, loom how he sits, look at how he looks both relaxed and on edge at the same time, like he could be leaning a bit more back and not be so stiff with how he holds his arm across himself, but he isn’t
He probably loves the Wii. He never got to play video games growing up after DL-6 I bet
UPON FUTHER INSPECTION I am led to believe that the leg belongs to none other than LARRY and that he FELL and that’s why there’s that dust cloud
Those shoes are his and, if we look behind Godot’s legs, there’s a little bit of orange in the same colour as Larry’s jacket
thats literally all I have to support that, but I think I’m right
Also upon further inspection, the spider-web that I mention later in another image is still there and it looks bigger this time and I find that funny
IMAGE 2: AA1
Characters: Miles Edgeworth, Dick Gumshoe, Cody Hackins, Lotta Hart, Larry Butz, Penny Nichols, Maya Fey, Phoenix Wright
Rating: 11/10
OKAAAAY CHAT
LOVE HOW THEY’RE ALL CONFUSED
Miles…miles…miles…sweetie why are you looking out the window honey what’s wrong are you being followed?? OKAY NO WAIT IT JUST CLICKED THAT THIS IS FOR AA 1 AND THAT MEANS DL-6 AND,,,ough
Baby boy needs a distraction, and even when he should have it here with the Wii, he is still worried :(
His hand is in his pocket, but he’s still looking over his shoulder (ough…metaphorical….) he looks like he’s about to cry ?? Poor guy someone give him a hug :(
Gumshoe being perfect as always
I love that they invited this CHILD to come to the law offices to watch the lawyer who questioned him try to play video games. But also I don’t reasonably think he would be confused, so…
Lotta. She would definitely not understand. Also I love lotta, glad they brought her
Larry being Larry once again, and I bet Penny’s just happy to have someone new who’ll listen to her about Steel Samurai cards and such (please watch out girlie, bro is about to make a fool of himself) also isn’t that the statue from the studio on his shirt??
The storytelling here is crazy WHY IS THERE A KNOCKED OVER CUP?? Maya probably knocked it over but the fact that this was something included in the drawing is silly to me and I absolutely love it
Also I don’t think I really realized that Maya’s sleeves don’t span the whole length of her arm and only go down to barely past her elbow?? How am I NOW just registering this?
And she would definitely be the one to show everyone the Wii (how did they buy it? Phoenix barely gets paid as is)
PHOENIX I love him I love his face look at his befuddled expression…the way he sits…how his legs are bent…his suit jacket is unbuttoned, he’s more relaxed, which is the opposite of how Miles is at the moment (sorry I’m a little bit goofy hehe) HE JUST LOOKS SO SMOOCHABLE HERE
Also dude you gotta hold the wiimote more forwards or else the sensor isn’t gonna pick it up. That’s probably why y’all are confused. Maya’s trying to tell him that he’s doing it wrong
IMAGE 3: AA3
Characters: Max Galactica, Maya and Pearl Fey, Larry Butz, Regina Berry, Miles Edgeworth, Will Powers, Phoenix Wright, Dick Gumshoe, Franziska von Karma, Maggey Byrd
Rating: 11/10
Max I love you but only the version that isn’t weird so like uhh girls step away
THE ACE CARDS IN MAYA AND PEARLS HAIR,,,OUGH,,,,Maya having the Ace of Hearts…Pearl having the Ace of Diamond (Trucy’s shape,,,they will become like sisters, they just haven’t met yet)
LARRY GET AWAY FROM REGINA SHE’S 16
Regina you’re perfect, don’t change a thing
ALSO I JUST NOTICED THE WEB IN THE CORNER ABOVE REGINA WITH A SPIDER IN IT…Phoenix I thought you spent all that free time cleaning…or was it just the toilets you cleaned a lot…
MILES MILES MILES LOOK AT HIS PRECIOUS LITTLE SMILE LOOK AT HIM HE IS HAPPY!! HE’S GETTING THE AUTOGRAPH OF THE ACTOR OF HIS FAVOURITE CHARACTER FROM HIS HYPERFIXATION I LOVE HIM he deserves all nice things
And Will…I don’t understand the canon narrative of people hating him without the Steel Samurai mask on because he genuinely looks so sweet and kind like CMONNNN
Phoenix…with his shirt unbuttoned a little…his sleeves rolled up…his arms…his tie doing the silly pocket thing and also he’s drinking out of that cup that was spilled in the previous image
Phoenix pog he is so goofy and for what
IS FRANZISKA LEFT HANDED or is she also just ambidextrous/showing off. Her calm expression, the way she sits…
Gumshoe will never understand I think and he’s perfect for it. He stands like a dad, but I’m not sure if I’d trust him to be someone’s father. He’s an uncle, because it means he doesn’t have to be responsible for a kid because bro can barely afford food on his own 😭
MAGGEY I love her look at how she is just leaning over the couch she is me fr
IMAGE 4:
Characters: Miles Edgeworth, Godot, Franziska von Karma, Phoenix Wright
Rating 11/10
Biased on this one, it’s my lock screen and this will never not be funny to me
They’re probably the only people in the world who would ever have a legitimate reason to wear the wiimote straps because have you seen how forcefully they point?
Miles…that’s all I can say…Ough I love him
The way Godot’s neck is bent kinda bothers me and it makes him feel like an action figure but you know what that’s okay
FRANZISKA ONCE AGAIN USING HER LEFT HAND I THINK SHE’S LEFT HANDED??? I love that for her look how confident she is
Phoenix has a big mouth and that’s funny to me. His hand just in his pocket so casually hehe
Why is Miles the only one not pointing
Final notes about the first 3 images all together
The time of day changes. The AA3 one is set at night, the AA1 one is later in the day, probably early evening, and the AA2 one is like midday
The office is the same in each image, including those books in the shelves which never change places because no one ever reads them. AND OH MY GOSH I JUST REALIZED THAT THE THING NEXT TO MILES IN THE AA3 IMAGE IS THE AUTOGRAPH HE GOT FROM WILL THAT MEANS IT IS REASONABLE TO ASSUME THAT THESE ALL TAKE PLACE IN THE SAME DAY?? Weirdly, it would have to go AA2, AA1, AA3 unless the AA1 image is actually in the morning and not early evening…you could assume that the AA2 image comes first as the light from the window is bright and Phoenix is holding that cup which is then knocked over in the AA1 image (unless they cleaned up the spill from AA1 and now Phoenix is drinking from that cup.) Also AA1 has him in his full suit, so I guess it would make more sense if that one came first and then AA2 because he isn’t wearing his suit jacket in that one and his sleeves are rolled up
AA3 is definitely last though because I JUST REALIZED THE CARD IN HIS POCKET IS PROBABLY FROM MAX and also he rolled his sleeves back down
Okay wait hold on now I need to think about these as 3 scenes from one day
Maybe Miles is looking out the window because he was told Will Powers would be showing up, and so he’s just excited for that and so he’s just watching for when he does
And then Will shows up and now Miles is smiling and he is getting the autograph
And then in the third one, Miles is happily playing the Wii, with his autograph next to him…
The only thing that would lead me to believe that these cannot take place in the same day is how much that spider web changes. It isn’t there in AA1, it’s there in AA2, and then it’s bigger in AA3
Regardless of all of that, these images are truly among my favourites and I’ve spent like 45 minutes at LEAST typing all of this so yeah and there might have been things I missed but I’ve already typed a lot
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xaytried · 10 months
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Dan Heng x Depressed Reader
self-Indulgent idk what im doing bro. first fanfic ever??
not proofread!! 1.4k words
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The day you had begun as it usually does. Being woken up by your cat at 6 in the morning, even though you had gone to bed at 3 am. You should have learned your lesson by now. Why do you still choose to go to bed so late, knowing damn well your cat would wake you up with the sun. 
It was hopeless trying to go back to sleep after getting up to feed the cat, so it might as well be productive right?
Your idea of productivity was different from others. For most people that meant maybe checking their email or cleaning up a little. For you though, it meant feeding yourself and taking your medication. Things most people don't think twice about, but the hardest part of your day. Your boyfriend knew this. He usually got up around 6, not because of the cat. He’s always been a productive and curious man. He gets up early and takes care of himself without any issues. That's not to say that he doesn't have his problems, but even he can admit that he doesn't have it nearly as difficult as you do. 
You get up and don’t even bother getting dressed, it was impressive enough that you even got up in the first place. It’s just another extra chore. You’re not going anywhere today anyway. The only thing you have today is online, and surely your psychiatrist won’t be able to tell you don't have pants on while on the video call. 
You make your way downstairs and on arrival, your lovely boyfriend, Dan Heng, greets you with a gentle smile, as he does every morning. 
“Good morning, darling.” He looks at your exhausted expression, a little worried that you look so worn out despite having just woken up. But he knows how awful your sleep schedule is. You honestly don't know why he still even wastes his worries on you.
“Good morning.” You reply.
You make your way across the living you into the kitchen. The medication you take requires food before you can take it. Supposedly you'd get sick if you missed this vital step, but you have never risked it. The last thing you wanted was to puke all your expensive medication down the toilet. Unfortunately though, you never really found anything appetizing, not ever. 
“I made you a breakfast taco, it should be in the fridge.” Dan Heng's voice startled you.
“Oh, okay… Thanks.” You make your way over to the refrigerator.
Dan Heng watches you. He watches through concerned eyes. It makes him sad that you always seem to wake up feeling absolutely nothing. No motivation or anything. And it's not like your sad or anything like that. It just hurts his hurt seeing you suffer. 
Ever since you first met him you've been very open to him about your depression, but once he moved in with you it's been more apparent. It's just not fair. It's not fair that a beautiful and kind-hearted individual such as yourself struggled so fiercely to function. You never had energy, you were always tired and your body constantly ached. 
He watches you take your pills every morning. This has got to be the fifth anti-depressant you've tried and it makes his heart ache to see you get absolutely no relief. It's like you're immune to everything you try. All he can do is be here for you, but he wishes so deeply that he could do more.
You slowly eat your breakfast and take your pills, standing in the kitchen for about 5 extra minutes just to stare at the remaining water in your glass. When you were little you used to always drink chocolate milk with your breakfast. That was too much effort now. You zone out, staring at your water, thinking about how much things have changed.
Your mother used to call you a “ray of sunshine”, her “sweet baby”. You never lost that kindness from your mother but it seems you certainly lost yourself. These are things that only Dan Heng can see in you now though. And no matter how hard you tried you could never see it in yourself. If it was the middle of the night and the sun wasn’t awake to mock you, this certainly is something that would make you tear up. But you physically couldn't cry right now. 
Your thoughts are interrupted by your boyfriend's arms wrapping around your waist.
“You okay?” He asks, chin pressing against your shoulder as he speaks. 
“Yeah.” You reply. Which is the truth. Nothing is ever exactly wrong, it's just never right. This is just how things always are. The cause of your depression was a chemical imbalance, there was nothing that could be fixed. So overall you’d say you’re pretty okay.
“Are you sure?” He lets out a breathy laugh. “You’ve been staring at that water for quite a while.”
You give him a soft smile. It’s not often your serious boyfriend lets out a laugh, but it seems even he knows the power his joy has over you. Coming over here and letting out a laugh into your ear, it’s enough to help you push forward for today.
You turn around, now facing Dan Heng, his hands now resting on your hips while you lean against the counter. Before you started dating him you would never have guessed how important physical touch was for him, he had always been so distant, wanting nothing more than to lock himself in another room and isolate himself for hours. 
Dan Heng certainly preferred to be alone, but ever since he met you he realized her much more enjoys being alone with you. Moments like this, when the world is still and it’s just the two of you, with some peace and quiet. That’s what he lives for. 
You were tempted to speak but then Dan Heng let out a sigh and rested his head on your shoulder. You let your concern show by moving your hand to his back, but you knew that if he wanted to talk he would. Perhaps right now all he needed was some quiet.
After a minute or two of silently rubbing Dan Heng’s back, he spoke. “You know you can talk to me right?”
You have nothing to talk about.
“I love you, I would love to listen, I would love to support you.”
“You’re already my biggest supporter.” You let out a giggle, hoping it would soften the mood a little more. 
“I want to help.” He’s more serious than ever.
“You do help, baby. More than you’ll ever know.” Your comforting words also help to comfort you. It was true. Even before you started dating Dan Heng had been your best friend and biggest supporter. Honestly, without him, you don’t even know if you’d still be here. But you don’t tell him that. He doesn’t need to know that you ever think of not being here. 
He stands straight up again to brush his hand across your cheek and that's when you can see it. His tears. There aren't many but he is without a doubt crying.
“Hey, what's wrong?” You ask him, no longer leaning against to counter, hands cupping his face, deep concern wavering in your voice.
“Y/N, you’re the most loving, kind, most perfect soul I’ve ever met, so why is the world doing you so wrong? You deserve to wake up every day full of excitement, full of energy, ready to take on the day. You deserve to smile, to laugh, genuine ones. Genuine smiles and genuine laughs.” Your eyes start to water, you continue to hold onto his face as tears roll down his cheeks and onto your fingers. “You deserve to be happy, Y/N. It’s not fair. You do so much good for so many people, for me. You make me smile, you make me happy, you make me feel alive. I don’t feel like I need to run anymore because I have you. So why must the world put you through so much pain?”
You had never seen him like this. 
“Shhhh…” you hush him and he looks at you, no longer breaking eye contact to speak. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been because of you Dan Heng,” you promise him. “I finally feel loved.”
After a moment of looking at you, he kisses you. Its soft and warm, a kiss to tell you that he’s not going anywhere and that he’ll be with you forever. 
With him… you’ll get through this.
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mr2swap · 1 year
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Pizza
I was in my own hell, after having walked around the neighborhood a couple of times I was completely exhausted, with my shirt so wet that the fishnets and my fat tits stood out above all my obese 10-year-old body and the worst, After all, it wasn't even my real body. I got home trying not to pass out from exhaustion, and the first thing I see when I walk in is my real body devouring a pizza with extra cheese and pepperoni in my living room.
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- Hey bro! Have you finished running? What do you think if you come here and accompany your older brother to eat pizza? I'm sure a slice won't hurt you! -
As I said, this was hell for me. When it all started I was the muscular and carefree older brother addicted to the gym and sex, but everything changed that damn day my envious younger brother found that damn magic necklace, tired of being the ball of childish fat that was swapping our bodies at once unknown way, for me it was the beginning of my nightmare I woke up in his small room and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the grotesque ball of fat that he called stomach stuck to me, I jumped out of bed while my belly bounced as I walked clumsily to the mirror to check that I was no longer in my body.
When I looked in the mirror for the first time I couldn't help but cry on my knees when I saw that I had lost all my work at the gym, all my diet, and all my self-esteem, but that wasn't the worst, when I was finally able to recover a little From my sanity I went straight to my room, everything looked totally different now that I was an obese dwarf of 10 years, the walls looked higher and my house looked huge now that it was half the size of what it was the night before.
I went into my old room and what I found was my younger brother using my body to satisfy his desires, he was masturbating frantically with his arms bent in front of my mirror, looking at his body sculpted by all my work in the gym, his huge cock I was glued to the mirror reflecting each one of my huge muscles while my little brother used my tongue to lick each one of those sweaty muscles that he had stolen from me the night before, he hadn't even noticed me in my room until he stained everything. The mirror with hot stinky cum that I had been holding in to fill my girlfriend's hot pussy.
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I think it's been 10 years since my brother stole my body, he promised me that he would return my warm body when I put his childish and obese body in shape, but that never happened, I spent all those years carrying the obese and lazy body of my brother and went through high school again receiving insults and nicknames from his bullies like "pig" or "faggot" while he had fun at college parties, showing off all my work in the gym and using my hot adult body to fuck all the guys. College students from my school.
I couldn't help myself from eating greasy and delicious food and we both went on with our lives. I grew up an obese teenager watching my little brother take over my life and slowly come out of the closet to fuck all my friends at the gym while I struggled to lose at least 2 pounds on his chubby ugly body but his body is horrible I can't stop eating greasy food and playing video games or watching anime for several hours a day while my butt is getting bigger and bigger.
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In the end I never got my body back, and, and I have already lost hope of returning to my warm and thin body, since then I have not been able to stop eating and crying, life as an obese pig is horrible, and now I am 20 years old, and I have not been able to lose my virginity in my brother's fat and loser body, I grew up watching how I adored his body, he fucked a lot of handsome men in my room while I masturbated remembering what it was like to be fit and have a hot and thin body... And speaking of something hot, is there any pizza left in the fridge?
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In a couple of days, it will be my older brother's wedding and he has chosen me as his best man... I just hope I don't gain weight so that my suit will fit, although I suspect that my “older” brother chose me a smaller size just to remind me what an obese and loser that and been half of this life.
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meraki-writes · 1 year
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How Could You? (Sam & Colby)
Summary: Growing old with his longtime crush was something Colby had hoped for the moment he met her. He had a popular youtube channel which made everyone happy. What more could he ask for? He had the world's greatest best friend, the world's greatest girl by his side, the greatest supporters he could have ever asked for. He was living his best life... Until it slowly vanished in front of his very eyes.
Finishing up the editing from his recent video, he sighed and leaned back. He only had a few hours before he had to upload it, after all, he did promise his supporters a new video at 3 am. Realizing he was a moron for rushing himself, he facepalmed and laughed. Walking to his bed, he took notice of the sleeping girl in his bed. Smiling, he climbed into bed and held her.
Setting an alarm for 2:50 am, he held his girlfriend tightly and fell asleep. When his alarm went off, he waited a few minutes to upload then he went back to sleep. Waking up the next morning, he felt nothing against him, so he figured it was time to wake up. Going downstairs, he found Sam and Y/n getting ready, as usual, they wore matching outfits.
Colby and Sam were friends, best friends. When Y/n came along, she grew close to Sam first, he made her feel safe and eventually and after a lot of convincing, Colby made her feel the same way. He knew they were going to have their moments of friendly PDA, but that still didn't stop him from feeling jealous whenever he witnessed it.
Y/n and him did PDA, but he wasn't big on doing it unless he had to show everyone who she belonged to. Now that he realizes it, maybe he should have did it in the beginning of their relationship. Maybe if he had, his supporters wouldn't be so convinced Sam is dating her.
Colby looked at Y/n, smiling and giggling with Sam, she looked happier with him. Whenever she was around Colby, she would avoid him. She wasn't always like that, she used to be kind and very clingy towards him, but one day it just stopped.
"Where are you two going?"
Stopping their conversation, Sam looked at Y/n and smiled at her before realizing Colby asked them a question.
"What's up, bro?"
Glancing at Y/n, he noticed she grabbed her stuff and was ready to walk out the door, not before she gave Sam's hand a squeeze. The action didn't go unnoticed by Colby, he was going to question her about it when she returned.
"I'm taking her to get a new phone, her last one broke when we went ice skating. Clumsy girl fell on it."
Laughing slightly, Colby rubbed his eyes trying to remove the tiredness from his system.
"I'll get on my clothes and come with, I've been meaning to check out some new cameras."
Shaking his head frantically, Sam held Colby's arm and squeezed tightly.
"Don't! I mean, don't. You're still tired, you need a break. I promise, she'll be back before you know it."
Looking at Sam, Colby noticed he was right. The last couple of weeks, with filming and then things with Y/n, he was exhausted, but he didn't want to make his friend feel like a second option.
"It's fine, dude. I can sleep later."
Biting his lip, Sam ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Looking at Y/n again, he looked at her apologetically then back at Colby.
"Just stay here, Colbs. She doesn't want to be around you right now."
Too tired to even process anything, the only words he heard were to stay at home so he did. Nodding his head, he yawned and went upstairs, but not before telling him to have a safe trip.
Sighing and looking down, Sam felt bad for what he was doing, but he couldn't help it. It made her calm and relaxed, not to mention, what they were doing was helping him too. He just didn't know what would happen if anyone found out..
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mallowstep · 8 months
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Hii! Previous shipping discourse anon here after doing some Thinking(tm). I think the problem that people see in proshippers is not that it *is* dark or deals with sensitive topics, but that's its weirdly...fetish-y? Like, there's a specific breed of anti that I don't like that's that's kaeluc antis(basically, sworn bros v adopted bros)(because their entire argument is a bit sinophobic) but there are ppl who will go out of their way to make them adopted bros anyway so. You can Tell it's a fetish
Oh man I vaguely remember when we were talking about kaeluc on here. Still know Nothing about it but I remember it (for some reason) came up.
…or I read about it on another blog?
Whatever. More to the point.
I’m a strong defender of “it’s cool to like dark fiction just because you enjoy it.” I don’t think anyone needs a justification. We don’t demand people explain why they like watching action movies with blood and death, do we?
But also I know exactly what you mean. Like. Eurgh. I am way too tired to explain my very complex thoughts about human sexuality. But for one thing, adopted siblings falling in love is like. A really old trope. Do I like it? No. Is it a thing? For some reason! (S/o to Cassandra Claire for letting me accidentally read her weird incest fantasy books.) But okay, I think I can say…
There are people who write things purely for porn purposes. I try not to judge those too much, with a few exceptions, mostly what I referenced earlier.
Then there are people exploring themes etc. Which is like. That’s what I do. Actually it’s funny that you used that example because one of my fic ideas includes the line “Why do I want to call you my brother when we’re having sex?” (It’s a joke in context, but explaining that context is beyond the point.) So like yeah they are generally speaking fine in my book.
And then there’s the middle ground where things get murky. It’s clearly not someone just writing something for the purposes of getting off, but it’s also not a sincere exploration. It’s…yeah, it’s something else.
I’m too tired to really wrap this up. Lemme try anyway.
I think a lot of people…okay, this goes back in part to media literacy, but there’s also some current cultural factors here, but a lot of people struggle to separate their intrinsic disgust from actual risk. It’s like — there was a spider living in my bathroom for a while. It kind of terrified me at first but the spider is just chilling. The spider is not an actual harm to me.
And as an author, sometimes I just want to make people feel revulsed and disgusted. God knows I’m familiar enough with the feeling.
Okay I am literally falling asleep as I type. Hopefully this makes sense? I am so exhausted, it’s been a Rough Ass Week in ya boy.
Maybe like. In reference to my previous comment on Lolita, I want people to understand the disgust they feel in response is part of the stories. Stories are meant to be felt. Sometimes horror is part of the feeling.
Oh my god I cannot keep my eyes open why did I think this was a good idea.
I really don’t have a label in the discourse. I don’t care what I am labeled as, so as long as it doesn’t involve misinformation.
K that’s all for tonight but I’ll check my inbox for you in the morning nonnie
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Jake English, Dirk Strider
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JAKE: What in the flibergating fuck!
DIRK: That’s not a word.
JAKE: Dirk!
DIRK: ‘Sup.
JAKE: Am I still dreaming? I have to tell you my dream hangovers are not usually nearly this bad!
DIRK: I wasn’t going to say anything, but holy shit, dude. You’ve really let yourself go.
DIRK: Not to say the sloppy drunk look isn’t working for me, because it absolutely is, but come on, man.
DIRK: You passed out in a puddle of your own drool. And what the fuck is that on your face?
JAKE: My face? What do you mean on my face?
DIRK: The moustache, Jake. Who’s idea was that.
JAKE: Oh! You dont like it?
DIRK: I didn’t say that.
DIRK: Point is, you are a fucking wreck, and no amount of well-maintained facial hair is going to be enough to hide that. Not from me.
JAKE: Now see here buster you dont know the situation. You havent been here!
DIRK: We’ve had this conversation before, dingus. I’m you. And I’m me. But I only exist because of your powers. The fact that I’m manifesting here, in the new universe, outside of a dream, is evidence in itself for just how absolutely boned you are.
DIRK: What are you doing? There’s a war happening. All of your friends are out there fighting, and you’re just here, what...dusting?
DIRK: Taking care of a house that nobody actually uses?
DIRK: You’ve been a useless sack of shit for two decades. I’m here to kick your ass back into active duty.
DIRK: You’ve spent years feeling sorry for yourself, totally convinced you made the wrong choices and that it’s all over. And it’s easier that way, isn’t it? If you’re a lost cause you don’t have to try to be better.
DIRK: But you do want to be better. Remember all those dreams about adventure? Life? Love? Remember when Tavros was born and there were so many things in this world you wanted to show him.
DIRK: Beautiful things, Jake.
DIRK: But none of those are going to come from sitting around playing house-husband to your ecto-son.
JAKE: Well what do you propose i do if youre so gosh-darned brainy!
JAKE: Im a cracking good marksman and no slouch when it comes to fisticuffs but what good am i in a war??
JAKE: Ive got some panache but i can hardly hold my own in the face of an army!
JAKE: And what side am i supposed to be fighting on? for jane or against her?
DIRK: Against her. Obviously. What the fuck, dude.
JAKE: But you were the one who wanted her to run in the first place! You wrote her bloody speeches!
DIRK: Yeah, I did. And every single one of them kicked ass. I wanted Jane to be the democratically elected president. Not a cake-slinging Jeff Bezos with a great rack.
JAKE: Jeff who?
DIRK: Don’t worry about it. The point is, you have a chance to make a difference. You’re in the perfect position to infiltrate her operation.
JAKE: Like...a spy?
DIRK: Don’t try to tell me it doesn’t appeal to you. Sexy little suit. Slicked back hair. A bunch of weapons hidden in unlikely places. We’re both liking this idea more and more.
JAKE: Ahahaha well i do look fetching in a cummerbund.
JAKE: Wait! No! You tricked me with thoughts of spies and hijinks and two bros against the world!
JAKE: I left janey! Theres no going back now! She isnt exactly the sort to live and let live you know.
DIRK: That’s horseshit and we both know it. Jane would take you back in a second. She loves you.
JAKE: Psshaw. Not to be maudlin brain ghost dirk but jane hasnt cared about me in a very a long time if she ever did at all.
JAKE: I thought you knew everything i do.
DIRK: There’s a part of you that still hopes. You can’t help it. You’ll never be able to help it. You’re going to hope for a brighter future until you’re in the ground.
DIRK: Better you than me, honestly. Sounds exhausting.
DIRK: You’re going to do this, and we both know it. So why are we even still arguing?
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Wayne bro reader having a beautiful voice and the first time anyone heard him sing is when he sings his sons to sleep and when Clark hears it he sometimes sings to Clark too :3
So I interpreted this as the first time anyone outside the Waynes hears it cause you better believe he sang Bruce lullabies after Martha died and couldn't anymore.
Anyways here you go!
It was a normal night, you had put Jon to bed an hour ago and were finishing up some work when you heard the padding of tiny feet and the drag of a blanket.
Jon rubbed his eyes as he walked into the lit living room in his PJs, holding his baby blanket and unshed tears pooled in his eyes.
"Dada, I can't sleep- everything's so loud" The little four year whined and you left your seat on the couch and kneeled down to your son.
"It's okay Jonny, it'll pass remember? Does it hurt?" You asked and Jon shook his head.
"It won't go away" He said and yawned.
Jon's first power development was his super hearing and you and Clark were discussing the option of moving to the suburbs to help him.
"Let's get you back to bed sweetheart, we can do the breathing exercises Papa taught you together?" You suggested as you helped guide Jon back to his room. No parenting book could prepare you for raising a kryptonian baby so all you really had was Martha and Jonathan Kent's experiences with Clark and the information from the fortress.
"Can you sing a song?" Jon asked as you tried to tuck him back into bed and you nodded, sitting at the edge of his bed.
"Of courses baby, close your eyes and try to listen to the song instead of the other sounds" You told Jon and you sung a lullaby you haven't sung since was a little boy, the same lullaby that Martha sang to you as a child.
You are the dawn of a new day that's waking A masterpiece still in the making The blue in an ocean of grey You are right where you need to be Poised to inspire and to succeed You'll look back and you'll realize one day
Slowly Jon's eyes closed and his breathing slowed into a steady pace. You lovingly swept some of his hair away from his face as you sang.
Though the world may try to define you
It can't take the light that's inside you
So don't you dare try to hide
Let your fears fade away
You hadn't noticed anyone until you finished the song, turning around you saw Clark leaning on the doorway and smiling.
"I didn't know you could sing?" Clark whispered and you kissed Jon's forehead before pulling your husband out of the room and carefully closing the door.
"Well I'm just full of surprises aren't I" You joked and wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.
"Welcome home" You said and he smiled.
"That was a nice song" He said as you walked back to the living room.
"How was work?" You asked as Clark shrugged off his blazer.
"Exhausting, what about you?" He asked as you went back to work on your laptop.
"Busy, as usual. Jon's hearing was bothering him again, you wanna tell me how I ended up the one doing power training with him?" you asked but there was no malice in your voice, only humor.
"Well not all of us are CEOs that can make their own schedules" Clark joked and closed your laptop.
"But you know what would make my day much better?" Clark asked and you leaned into his side, cocking your head and humming as if to say 'what?'
"Hearing my husband's beautiful singing voice" Clark teased and you did your best to contain your laughter.
"Cheesy ass" You mumbled "Tell you what, how about you make us a decent dinner and I'll sing something for you? Cause so far tonight I've had two bites of an omelette and some carrot sticks and I am starving" You responded, patting Clark's knee and standing up.
"Sounds like a deal" He said and stood up to join in the kitchen.
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ventiswampwater · 11 months
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I've been absent from Tumblr for a couple of days and somehow my FYP is full of Sinclair thots??.?? Is this some national holiday?🥶🥶🥶🥶 I have so many that gnawl at my brain at night.
Imagine calling Bo Beauregard for the first time🤐🤐🤐 You're either trying to be serious and have a real conversation with him for the first time since settling in Ambrose (spoiler: this is impossible. He's misogynistic and a firm believer that there's nothing to talk about with girls🩷🩷🩷🩷 he gives off that TikTok vibe "Do girls even have hobbies?" Like bro, drinking bear and crying ain't a hobby either), or you're so exhausted with his neanderthal shenanigans that you just sigh "Beauregard...." while absolutely pissed off and annoyed.
I just KNOW mama Sinclair would call him Beauregard in that no-nonsense tone when he would rip a hole in his dress pants before church , he must have PTSD from hearing his own freaking name. He's so used to being just Bo, that the only times he even acknowledges his full name are when he's either being scolded by his parents or when he's arrested and sees it on the paperwork.
So yeah, long story short I doubt he'd be amused by anyone calling him Beauregard. RIP MC.
*bonus crack thought* I remember talking here with someone about how Fucking Funny™ would it be to call Bo Robert. I'm not a native English speaker and I honestly never heard of the name Beauregard before😭😭😭 I just assumed Bo is like Bob, which is Robert😂😂😂😂 I'd get smacked on the head with a wrench for trying to be cute and calling him Robert. End scene
omg jhdsjhfjd not the fyp being inundated w/my dumbassery 💀
I lowkey felt like I was spamming the dash last night. BUT idk what came over me, I've had a couple days off work and I'm in a chatty mood hjhdsjahjhsdjh like. I just wanna TALK about this goofy ass movie?? **note to all the poor souls that might be following me rn: pls feel free to block the tag "sinclair brainrot hours" if u would like to save urself from my shenanigans**
this ask is killin me dshjhdfsjhj DRINKING BEER AND CRYING AIN'T A HOBBY BOY
I'm unfortunately part of the Anti-Beauregard Sinclair Hater Nation. I am, after all, the graphic designer responsible for THIS abomination:
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context for this can be found here, with poki's galactic big brain take
I also love this take on what his real actual name is 🐔🧊
I just CANNOT buy this guy as a beauregard hdjhdfjh I simply cannot
HOWEVER. I do this thing w/ppl I'm fond of where I'll lengthen their names in ridiculous ways. like just add in entire syllables and letters that just. wholly don't exist. and I could see one of two situations playing out w/bing bong
scenario one: u drop a "beauregard" out of the blue one day. maybe you're trying to be cute. maybe you're trying to piss him off. he looks over @ u. crinkles his brow and gives u the bitchest lil expression. u best be glad u make good pork chops, WOMAN. bc u can't even remember his NAME. who tf u think ur talkin to??? one of ur fancy shmancy city boys?? get outta here!! just grumblin' around the living room abt how if u want some prissy ass boy w/a genteel ass name like that, his brother's right downstairs grumble grumble mutter mutter
scenario two:
he's been slurpin up that good ambrose moonshine (some crazy ass shit that comes in a jug w/x's on it. u know the one. lester labeled it as "ambrosia" and walks around saying it's the "fruit of the gods" and slappin his knee. bo has no fuckin' idea what he's saying.) and despite his high tolerance, boy's a bit sloshed. so are u. u drunkenly crawl into his lap and call him beauregard. he thinks this is v heehaw funny. whatchu think I am girl?? some kinda royalty?? that pretty lil head of urs is all kindsa messed up!! figure I AM like a king here hehehehehe
both equally as annoying😔
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fagcrisis · 9 months
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stealing from @lgbtnobimaru
🌟 get to know people game 🌟
current time: 17:21
anything youve been doing lately: my JOB so MUCH i love my kids so bad but by god its exhausting. their most recent fun game is when were in the yard they try to knock me over and if they succeed they tie skipping ropes to my feet and drag me around.so this is the main thing ive been doing
anything you intend to do later: i shld probably cook but i might just eat olives from the jar bc im super tired
anything you recently watched or played: started watching stardom sunshine but ive not finished it i fell asleep. super happy for club venus on their win, mina really deserved this after getting her white belt reign cut short
anything you want to watch or play: finish stardom sunshine and me and my sister have been meaning to watch that old live action super mario bros movie
anything else youd like to say: man id love to go into childcare actually like so bad but yall know what the teacher sitch is like here rn and i just dont want that for myself. also uni is hard lmaooo anyway i guess ill work camps until i transition and am no longer allowed around children
tagging @faggotwife @beerpresure @milf-ray-toro @siliga anyone else who wants to do this
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I am being genuine--I think it gets lost perhaps because I'm not exactly plugged into all the stuff you seem to talk about on your blog. I haven't been here for years and years, so a lot of the context is lost on me and I ask for clarification. I can see why it could come across as me not being genuine in my questions, but it's all very interesting to me and I'm just trying to understand what your claims actually are.
I am aware that tv writers are real people with full lives. I get the impression you think I'm a part of a larger group that you're exhausted of arguing with (I'm not), which I suppose explains the hostility in your response. That's the nature of anonymity I suppose.
Thank you for answering my previous asks, either way. I've been looking through your blog for a screenshot of whatever conversation with Bobo you've been referring to but I haven't had any luck yet. Perhaps one of your followers has it handy?
It's literally, if you can find it, just a twitter screenshot of some stuff tagged to bobo with the text like "I'm not even sure who, entirely, is responsible for me losing my mind having to make this chart, but I'm certain bobo is involved" as a bit of tongue and cheek humor passing it to him and. The chart. And. A like and. Nothing else. Because that's how bobo fucking operates. And well outside this fandom's desperate need to argue everything down, The Plot Is Literally About Listening To HOW People Communicate. And there is a FUCKING reason.
And no, I'm genuinely mad. Because at this point, it just takes casual searchings of bobo's twitter to see what I'm talking about. I don't mean his cryptic tweets that have been leaking the entire show while nobody listens in ironic plot metanarrative about Dad's Notes. I mean just searching his convos with Robbie. Robbie cleared his timeline a while back, so people WOULDN'T turn and attack the product recognizing his bobo affiliation early on, or his other takes (eg destiel canon and so on). But you can still see Bobo's half of their conversations and go GEE, WOW, THESE ARE PEOPLE, THEY'RE EVEN GOOD FRIENDS BY THE CONTEXT. THEY PROBABLY TALK TO EACH OTHER, WITHOUT SOME RANDO ON TUMBLR HAVING TO JUSTIFY IT.
What I'm saying is that people need to take SOME level of actual interest and research of their own to look into basic, often public access truths that have been hidden by agenda pushers and antis and warped servers like the members of spnscripthunt for years. You can literally find a LOT of this if you bother to think, hm. Which questions do I ask. Rather than proving that these good friends talk, or asking someone to prove they're good friends, maybe I should do the lifting myself of doing public access searches BEFORE asking?
It's. Literally. Exhausting. I don't care what group anyone is from. There is an expectation of INFINITE emotional labor from me walking people through things over and over and over when they haven't cared enough to look for themselves.
The expectant angle of asks is also itself a problem. This whole like, prove to me a thing I'm implicitly doubting. Bro. It's not my responsibility to unpack everyone's bullshit, and as it is I've still been trying for years, but at this point it really needs more of a snowplow, and that snowplow is called The Winchesters.
I'm asking people to stop treating anyone--authors, me, ANYONE--as endless emotional labor machines for you guys, just because people haven't been listening or don't bother to check into basic context themselves.
It. Is. Exhausting. Maybe you don't get HOW it contributes. But it does. I can lead a horse to water but I can't make it drink. Now, one named Jensen Ackles drunk, and there was something in the water, and now there's a drunk horse in the hospital whether people accept that or not. I no longer control the horse. You can believe whoever or not got the horse drunk. The horse is still in the fucking hospital.
It's genuinely. Just. I've even drawn a line within my own server about this expectation of emotional labor. If someone comes at me asking stupid shit because they haven't unpacked their shit or listened for the last half year while sitting there, I'm going to say, fucking no. Start listening, I'm under no obligation to keep repeating shit to people who aren't really listening. "Well why aren't we doing it MY way? Why isn't the prequel MY version?" because it's fucking not, janet. Unpack your shit before you get back to me.
It's a constant buzz of entitlement. I'm not like a ~show author but I've spent years on the frontlines weathering screaming and attacks and doxxing from all lanes just trying to give clarity about the authors. And they screamed against me then buried when they were proven wrong. Every. Time. And if I'm this fucking tired after six years, I need you all to--if you acknowledge, for example, that the authors are REAL PEOPLE--ask yourselves how fucking tired THEY are of this fandom's shit.
It's not a pretty answer, is it.
I'm happy to give answers within reason, but when it's a year after I've been discussing it for months and I get "HOW DO YOU KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" because I fucking do, carl. I'm not going to repeat it a twentieth time without telling someone to try to listen or check it out themselves first, at this point.
That's why i've known all the episode morals and all the shit about Roxy being a ruse and us needing to find Who She Is and ALL THE FUCKING THINGS. Rather than asking me to justify HOW I've known these real things, listening to my ongoing posts should give context enough without trying to pin me down on when and where or make me dig up articles everyone had a chance to read half a year ago again.
its. emotional. labor. I don't get paid for this. I'm half tempted to make my fucking ask box patreon exclusive at this point but then scripthunt would start screeching grifting again because I dare to put a value on my time and energy.
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spitmilky · 2 years
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job vent lol
now that i have introductions out of the way, i already have something to complain about. I work the morning shift at my job sometimes which means waking up at 5 am to serve golfers their nasty little $1 coffees and breakfast sandwiches that taste like cardboard. the maintenance workers here are so fucking weird and rude. 
there’s one guy that when he found out i give away free coffee to employees has come up and he’s so WEIRD!!! I don’t know if it’s a women’s intuition thing but he really rubs me the wrong way. a grown ass man acting all submissive while asking for a coffee. like bro;.... stop being weird. he just acts like a 4-year-old boy and it’s seriously off-putting... i just get him what he wants and send him on his way as quickly as possible. there is one maintenance worker that i enjoy speaking to though. i don’t even know her name but she’s really chill and relatable, so i enjoy talking to her whenever she comes up to the stand. actually, as i was writing this she came up and we started chatting about how we hate this place!! it was pretty funny. 
 there;s also my boss(es). it’s been getting hotter as summer rolls around so i’ve been whipping out my summer attire which means shorts and tanktops and t-shirts. when i do my actual boss always looks at my chest. it genuinely pisses me off, but i don’t have the balls to just say fuck off. he also just decides to not make schedules for his employees sometimes??it’s by the month too so. granted, we do have set days people usually work to keep up with their regulars but even when someone requests off in advanced he doesn’t make the schedule and pins it on us to find people to cover. for example, I requested off 2 months in advanced for my birthday earlier this year. when confronted him when i saw he didn’t make the schedule for the month of my birthday, he told me to find someone to cover. i told him that if i didn’t then i still wouldn’t be coming in because i wouldn’t be in town. he smokes on the fucking patio longer than he does work!! most of the management here is questionable at best and perverted assholes at the worst. 
now, the concession stand i man is an extension of a restaurant that we have on property. everyone there is so rude. there’s also this.... guy, that obviously really likes me but i don’t feel the same way about him. He’s alright! just not my type- at all. he asked me out on one date after his boss asked me what i thought of him out of the blue one day. it was more of a demand that we go out on a date rather than a request?? but, i understood that he was really shy, so i gave him the benefit of the doubt. i let him choose where we went. it kinda bombed and i was not feeling it. he was very dry and it felt like i was talking to a brick wall. he also chose an incredibly busy place when he hates crowds?? he asked me out again and i politely declined, but he still comes to the snack bar whenever he gets off of work and just stands there in the door waiting for me to talk to him. it’s weird and kind of creepy... i normally wouldn’t make such a big deal about this and i would have already moved past this if there wasn’t this overwhelming expectation for me to date him. it’s really strange, but it puts into perspective how bored people around here are to be as nosy as possible. 
Anyway, i try to find the silver lining with this job everyday. I do love the interaction that comes with working a service job. It’s exhausting in a good way. most of my regulars are polite people who are easy to talk to. the tips are also really nice too. during our peak season over the winter, i made so much money and i’m so grateful i had the opportunity to be able to save effectively and not live paycheck to paycheck. now that it’s slowing down tho, i won’t be making as much but it is still a relatively laid back place. 
anway, i wanted to leave off on a good note but that likes me is here again so.... bye!
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i-am-unstopable · 2 years
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The Male Gaze
The Male Gaze is far too overplayed as far as I’m concerned.  I first heard of this theory within my media studies class where we analyzed old advertisments from the 60′s and as far as I am concerned, it is a valid theory. Women in the media and in other creative works were often presented by men who viewed women through a male, sexist lense. The '1960s folgers coffeee’ advertisment and ‘Lulu and her happy shoes’ are evident of that. Male producers presented women in ways that fit their sexist view of them.  But here is the thing, the way in which a lot of people intepret and apply this theory is just so exhausting. No, everything women do is not about men. Plenty of women don’t have a voice in the back of their head that keeps telling them how to please a man.  I am so sick of this sexist heteorsexual world view. Men are not the center of the world, plenty of them are just an annoyance as far as I am concerned. We don’t live in vaccums and I understand that some may actually struggle with this, but please don’t put it on all of us. I’m just a tired lesbian that only simps for women. I already suffer enough by having to deal with men and frankly the only reason I would ever make myself purposefully ugly is to get them to back off forerver. I don’t like guys talking to me or hitting on me. Nor do I like them complimenting me.  I don’t have anything against men or those who are AMAB. Being born a certain sex doesn’t say anything about a person. What I can’t stand is men who hit on me and sexualize me. Ugh stop. But I refuse to make my life about avoiding men either. I will do what I want. Just wish dudes would f*ck off.   Like last week I got hit on by a older homeless dude (30-40) after I brought him food. Like I knew that he wanted drug money but I’m not a push over. I also know that he was proably just trying to get with me to have a place to stay and or he simply is desperate (a lot of dudes are like this, they will try to tell you what they think you want to hear to get some pussy.) And then there is my flatmate - he is the guy that actually acts as though he exists, the same can’t be said for most of the other ones. Basically at first he was nice and so I was, just chill nice friendly flatmate stuff. But now he is texting me way too much. In the beginning we all had shared out numbers to be in a flat group chat to talk communal areas related stuff. But now he messages me about stuff like e.g. your mail is here, are you ok and alive - the first time made sense since I was gone for a week, the second time aka yesterday was because he didn’t see me in....24 hours :/ (that’s normal, we don’t see each other that often.) Trust me I can tell that he is trying to do more than tell me about the mail. He tried to go for some small talk to lead into a convo. I’m just glad that my sleeping hours are weird so I don’t have to see him that much. And I am moving out in a few months. Bro we are flatmates, dont try to make us friends or anythign more. I find the thing weird. And then there is the third dude who was trying to indirectly hint at chilling with me in my city (dude hasn’t talked to me much, is hinting at it and only doing so because he wan’t me to do emotional labour for him.) I am basically yeeting that friendship - yep that’s what we were. But yeah I’m not catching the bate and will keep acting as though I think he is on about someone else. I will proably end that “friendship” soon, I just want to get him to admit stuff first. 
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