Greet me at the door, and take off my jacket or something.
Lead me downstairs with a knowing look.
You ask me if Iâm ready and I say yes
You fire up the Wii/Wii U and I take out my Wii Remote.
We proceed to constantly bust out fire moves playing Just Dance.
Step One: Get blanket, pillow, and stuffed animal.
Step Two: Put stuffed animal where pillow would usually go.
Step Three: Lay down with head resting on stuffed animal, cuddle the pillow.
Step Four: Pull blanket to my chin and halfway over pillow.
Iâve just made a bet against my Dad that if this post gets 2 million notes then i can get a Puppy. [like the one underneath]
I didnât realise how much 2 million was and i couldnât take that number down now. It should look like 2,000,000 in the notes bar.
Heâs convinced that this will never reach that number, and very confident about it so Letâs prove him wrong!! He thinks this will get about 25 notes beofre itâs left in the dust.
You donât have to do it for me. But for the point and to prove him wrong. He has to pay and everything so letâs make him suffer with it!!
I have ten drafts currently being worked on. Why am I doing this to myself ahddjjenwn
yes I know ten drafts is small, but my adhd just absolutely makes me have to write beginning to end, no first or final drafts, and i cannot move on from it until I either figure out how to word it, or delete it.
This is from @a-cure-for-writers-block list, 100 More Angst/Argument Prompts.
Prompt:Â âDonât touch me, you lost that privilege when you let him into our bed.â
Pairing: Logicality
Warnings: Crying, affair, shouting
Word Count: Iâm too lazy to find that out.
Other Stuff: I wanted to switch it up a bit with the character roles, I donât really know how I feel about it, though.
What did Patton do to deserve this? He thought he was a nice person, he did what he was supposed to. Everything was finally right in his life. So why was he standing at the door to his bedroom to see his husband with another man?
He dropped his bag in shock, letting it fall to the ground with a loud thump! His eyes were wide, tears starting to form. Pushing away the man who was on top of him, Loganâs head instantly snapped towards the sound, guilt swirling in his eyes as he saw his love standing at the door. âPatton, wait-â
âNo.â Patton snapped. âIâm not dumb, Logan. I know whatâs going on. At least, I thought I did.â
The other man sat up, giving Patton the opportunity to see who he was. It was Roman, and he didnât look like he regretted a second of it. A sob started to rise in Pattonâs throat. âA-And with Roman?â He spluttered.
âPatton, please! I can explain!â Logan said, getting out of the bed. Patton took a step back, trying to put as much space between them as possible. âI-I didnât want this!â
Patton started to run as tears ran down his face, with Logan in hot pursuit. Logan grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him back.
He quickly twisted his arm out of Loganâs grasp, facing him. âDonât touch me!â Patton yelled. âYou lost that privilege the moment you let Roman into our bed!â That was the first time Patton had ever yelled at the other. Even in their previous arguments (which didnât occur often), he never raised his voice. Ever.
Logan flinched, taken aback from Pattonâs tone. âPat, let me explain...â He said with a shaky voice.
âNo, gods, what is there to explain? I come back from work. I donât see you. I think to myself, âmaybe Loganâs just tired from staying up all last night.â Never in a million years would I ever suspect it would be something so much worse! And with my best friend?â Patton shouted, exasperated. âI thought you loved me.â His voice became quiet, slow.
âI-I do, Patton!â
âI thought I was enough for you.â
âYouâre more than enough! I never wanted that, I never asked for that! I donât want Roman!â
âIt sure seemed like it.â He choked out. âHow long?â
âWhat?â
âHow long has this been going on.â
â...Two months.â Logan admitted, looking at the floor. He hated himself for even letting it start. Patton was his life, his love. He couldnât function without him. And to do something so... awful to him...
Patton couldnât believe what he had just heard. He put his hand on the counter, supporting himself. âAnd do you feel good about that?â He spat. âI bet you just feel amazing.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Logan said, looking back up at Patton, tears streaming. âWhy would I feel good about that? I love you, I hate that I did this to you.â
âYou shouldâve thought about that before it happened. Now, if youâll excuse me, I have to go.â Patton said hesitantly, not actually wanting to leave. He just wanted to go into Loganâs arms and escape from the world around him, but that wasnât an option anymore. He took a step back, before rushing out the door, not letting Logan get in another word before he left.
A glint of gold flashed on the counter as he left. Loganâs eyes widened before walking over to it. âNo...â He whispered, picking it up. He fell to his knees, finally letting go and sobbing.