#evan writes

[evansconsole2]

loveeeee dads who fuck you from behind, starting you on your hands and knees, but eventually getting too impatient and rough that he knocks you down, arm coming around your neck to put you in a headlock, pressing you into the mattress with his whole weight on top of you. he’s not even thrusting at this point, just humping and grinding into a warm wet hole as he grunts beside your ear… sigh

[1mlostnow]

Gguys what if I

What if I made. A comic strip thingy

Cuz I’m going stir crazy rn and also I’ve been cooking up some writing 🤫

[bpcol-reblogs]

Sun Headcanons:

-Part 1 (01/05/22)-

Headcanons on Sun FNAF: Security Breach.

Sun uses no pronouns here.

[Evan]

• Sun is Pronoun Fluid

• Sun keeps a dry erase name tag with Sun's pronouns for today.

• Sun is able to connect with genders, but chooses not to identify with anything.

• Sun is an unspecified alloaro

• Sun, so far, has not been in a relationship, but has seriously considered it

• Sun is the day time caretaker and is primarily in charge of arts and crafts, meals, and physical activities

• Should a child be allergic to something, Sun will go to the kitchen on Sun's own to get their snack/meal changed.

• Sun has adopted an old broken robopet that, initially, was bought by one of the employees off eBay for their kid, but couldn't figure out how to repair it. Now Sun takes care of it.

• Sun does not like cats. At all. Sun one time got wrist bells torn off by a child's kitten at a birthday party.

• Sun has a large collection of fidget toys that children and adults can both borrow.

• Sun has more than once got stuck in playground equipment trying to get to a kid.

• Sun hates being called cute. It makes Sun feel as if not taken seriously.

• Sun and Vanessa have fought before. Mostly because Vanessa kept acting like she was better than Sun and was telling Sun how to do the job 'better' without taking child safety into consideration.

• Sun's favorite time of day is arts and crafts. More than a few times, parents come to pick up kids and their babysitter is covered in googly eyes.

[virgiltheanxious]

It’s Not Your Fault, Don’t Take Blame (Chapter Eleven)

Title:  It’s Not Your Fault, Don’t Take Blame (Chapter Eleven)

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Pairing: Eventual Analogical

Warnings: none for this chapter

Word Count: 1,407

Summary:  Virgil is a single father. Not only that, but he is a transgender single father. After leaving his parents and not looking back, he is left to raise his child with only help from his High School friend Patton.

As he plans a small birthday party for his son, Aeneas, he meets Roman and Logan. He never had any friends outside of Patton before but now it seems he not only has two new ones but a love interest as well.

Now, the only question is what will he do when someone calls child protective services on him?

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Virgil and Logan looked in the kitchen for food they could make for the kids. Virgil still didn’t have much to work with, but Logan was talented in the aspect of working with what is available. More so than Virgil, who had been doing that since he could remember. 

“How about… Chicken tenders and mac and cheese?” Logan offered Virgil.

“I mean, is that even a meal kids eat?” Virgil questioned. He had never thought of making that for Aeneas before.

“Sure. When you are in the store, there are plenty of frozen meals that have this combination. Of course, I don’t buy those because they don’t taste great but… Taking inspiration from it for meals is fine by me.”

Virgil shrugged. “Alright, let’s do it then.”

Together, they started cooking. Virgil grabbed the pot for the macaroni and started boiling water while Logan preheated the oven. They were close together, and it made Virgil feel better. Safer, even. Especially after everything… Virgil shook his head. If he kept thinking about it, he would start crying again. He couldn’t do that right now. 

He took a step back from the oven and leaned backward, checking on Aeneas and Evelyn. They were fine, and it looked like they were having a good time playing together. He smiled and let himself relax, and looked over to Logan who was watching him.

“...What are you looking at?”

Logan blushed and looked away. “Nothing, just attempting to entertain myself while waiting for the stove to be done preheating.”

“Oh, of course you are.” Virgil didn’t quite know what was going on between him and Logan. They hadn’t made anything official but Virgil was really thinking he wanted to. Now didn’t seem like the best time to start dating him though, because he didn’t want to drag Logan into his issues with his father. He didn’t really know what he would do to ask Logan out, either. So, for now, he’d have to just live with how it was.

“Logan…” Virgil paused until Logan was looking back at him. “Thank you for listening. Again, it really meant a lot. I needed it.” 

“Virgil, it really was not a problem. I promise you that.” Logan took a step closer to Virgil and reached out, putting his hand onto Virgil’s shoulder. It made Virgil feel warm. “I’m glad I could be there for you. Truly.”

Virgil paused, thinking about the implications of everything that Logan had said. He moved Logan’s hand from his shoulder and took the step forward to hug Logan. For a second, he felt Logan freeze, he assumed because he caught the other man off guard, but after a moment Logan relaxed and wrapped his arms around Virgil.

It was the nicest thing he had felt for a while.

The stove beeped and Virgil pulled away from Logan, acting like nothing had happened. He looked at the water that was boiling and watched as tiny bubbles rose from the bottom to the top of the pot. It wasn’t even close to boiling yet. 

“Could you, perhaps, step aside so I can open the oven?” Logan asked, to which Virgil immediately responded by moving away from the stove. Logan opened the stove and put in the chicken. “Hey siri,” He said aloud, “Start a timer for 25 minutes.”

“Okay. A timer has been set for 25 minutes,” Logan's phone told him.

“Thank you,” Logan responded, turning to Virgil. He didn’t say anything, and neither did Virgil. They just looked at each other.

“Papa!” Aeneas said, running into the kitchen with Evelyn. “When will lunch be ready?” 

Virgil snapped his gaze away from Logan and looked at Aeneas. “Pretty soon. Are you and Evelyn having fun?” He asked, ruffling Aeneas's hair. Aeneas responded by slightly pushing away Virgil’s hand.

“Good! We built some really cool stuff, but we accidentally knocked it over-”

“No! You did!” Evelyn cut Aeneas off.

“Okay, well, maybe… But it was still fun! I wish you and Lo could’ve seen it!”

Virgil smiled and glanced at Logan, who still seemed to be lingering his gaze on Virgil. “I wish so too. But that’s okay, it’s the memory with Evelyn that really matters, right?”

“Yeah!” Aeneas grabbed Evelyn’s hand and quickly said “We’re gonna go play more now! Bye!” and pulled her back into the living room. “Bye!” Evelyn shouted as they left. 

Virgil smiled at the spot they used to be. He was really glad Virgil got to hang out with friends now. It made him happy to see. Logan cleared his throat, catching Virgil’s attention.

“Uhm… Do you have work today?” Logan questioned.

“I’m taking a sick day, I’ll call it in after we eat. Thanks for reminding me, though. I’m definitely gonna need you to remind me again later,” Virgil joked.

“If need be, then I will,” He looked over to the stove. “The water is boiling.”

“Shit,” Virgil mumbled. He turned off the heat and opened the macaroni boxes, instantly taking out the cheese powder and pouring the noodles into the pot. He placed the boxes aside and stirred the macaroni, putting on the top.He prepared everything for when it was done while he was at it. 

“Logan?” He asked, leaning against the counter next to the stove and looking at the ceiling lights.

“Yes?”

“Do you want to go out for coffee sometime? Just you and me? Maybe… Patton can watch the kids or something?” Virgil asked, biting his lip and finally looking at Logan. He looked shocked that Virgil said anything.

“Well, I don’t see why not. We will just have to compare our schedules, I suppose,” He said. Virgil could see the slight smile on his lips.

“Cool. I think it’ll be easier to text about that, though?” He offered.

“Yes, I suppose so. I know you work a lot, so just tell me the times you are free sometime and I’ll see what works with my schedule.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll check tonight and see what works.”

“And we’ll make it a date,” Logan said, “I’m going to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”

Virgil didn’t know what to do. Logan wanted it to be a date? And he just left immediately after saying it? What was Virgil supposed to do, ask him if he really wanted to make it a date? Well, of course it was really meant to be a date. Logan always chose his words carefully. But if that’s true then are they dating now? Or was that another thing they had to go through.

Virgil’s head was spinning with all of the questions he had. He finally blinked and snapped out of it, taking a deep breath. He slowly pushed himself off the table and turned to the stove. He needed to get back to normal soon, so he got into making the macaroni. 

By the time he had strained the macaroni and added the necessary ingredients, Logan was back. Virgil had grabbed four plates and started to put macaroni onto Aeneas’s plate first, then his. He decided he wouldn’t serve Logan or Evelyn and let them do it themselves. By the time he put the pot back on the stove, Logan was back from the bathroom. 

“I wasn’t sure how much macaroni you wanted so I only served me and Aeneas.” 

The oven beeped, and Virgil reached over to grab the oven mitts, and handed them to Logan. Logan opened the stove and pulled out the chicken while Virgil walked to the living room.

“Hey kids, lunch is ready! We made macaroni and cheese and some chicken strips!” Virgil said with a smile. “Come grab your plates, and then we can come back and sit out here.”

Virgil, Logan, Aeneas, and Evelyn all grabbed their plates that Logan had finished serving and went to sit in the living room. Aeneas and Evelyn sat on the floor, using the coffee table for their plates. Virgil looked at Logan and shrugged, sitting on the couch. Logan sat directly next to him, closer than Virgil had expected him to. But, of course, Virgil did not mind. He ate his piece of chicken first and once he was finished, he turned and looked at Logan and thought about everything

He didn’t know what was going to happen, how he was going to deal with this but he knew he would pull through. For Aeneas. And maybe for Logan, too.

[disaster-bastards]

Outsider, Outsider

Outsider, Outsider, tell me your tale.

Tell me the reasons you walk down this trail.

Outsider, Outsider, why are you down?

Is it because you feel alone in this town?

Outsider, Outsider, sing me a song?

I promise you, it doesn't have to be long.

Outsider, Outsider, sit by the fire.

Put up your feet, I can tell you are tired.

Outsider, Outsider, riddle me this.

How is it, all this time, you never quit?

Outsider, Outsider, you are so strong,

To travel alone through these woods for so long.

Outsider, Outsider, lend me your hand.

I'll be your guide as you traverse this land.

Outsider, Outsider, this will not end,

Until you believe that you could be a friend.

Outsider, Outsider, stay for a while.

Feel free to leave if I can't make you smile.

Outsider, Outsider, this is my home.

Tell me, in here, do you still feel alone?

Outsider, Outsider, tell me your name.

Calling you Outsider is such a shame.

Outsider, Outsider, I understand.

If you do not wish to join my merry band.

Outsider, Outsider, these are my friends.

I hope you will want to be one, in the end?

Outsider, Outsider, your brilliant mind,

It fuels a strong heart that is wistful, and kind.

Outsider, Outsider, is this for me?

No, my dear, presents sit under the tree.

Outsider, Outsider, this is for you.

Each of us chipped in, intentions all true!

Outsider, Outsider, open your gift.

I know this won't make up for ones that you missed.

Outsider, Outsider, this is our love.

It will protect you from the pain from above.

Outsider, Outsider, finally free.

Freed from the cage of your own misery.

Outsider, Insider, lonely no more,

Always most welcome through my open door.

[expertinadyingf1eld]

I’m so thankful for @dearevanhansenofficial having a short ish character with a little bit of chub. It’s quite comforting, to tell you the truth. Sincerely, A shortish person with a lil bit of chub

[plantboyevan]

Maybe one day I'll talk to him, maybe one day he'll care. He seems so different compared to me, and the rare smiles he gives make me weak in the knees.

[fyeahseungchuchu]

Phitchit's reaction that he finds out Seung Gil only has a few months left to live

on ao3 | request

Is it possible to make a choice both right and wrong at the same time? Watching Phichit stand before him like he never left, dripping water on the floor and shaking from cold, Seunggil thinks - yes.

“I made a spare,” Phichit says before Seunggil can ask. He huffs out a laugh. “And you know I have both your sisters on speed dial, right?” He steps past Seunggil into the living room and lets out a low whistle. “Jeez, you really let yourself go, huh?”

“Get out,” Seunggil says.

Phichit rummages through his fridge. “Back to eating junk food again,” he says, and sighs dramatically. “There aren’t even any vegetables - ”

“Get out!”

The click of the fridge door closing. Footsteps, until he can see Phichit’s bare feet slide into his periphery. That paralysing warmth.

“Okay,” Phichit says softly. “But only if you look at me while saying it.”

Seunggil laughs bitterly. “You always know exactly what not to say.”

If he looks at Phichit, he thinks he might crumble. Ever since that day, these disparate pieces once called “Seunggil” only cling to each other with the fragility of gathered lint. He can’t -

“Seunggil.”

He grits his teeth. “Don’t touch - ”

Fingers clamp around his wrists. “Stop it,” Phichit says. His breath hitches in his throat. “Stop trying to punish yourself with the excuse that you’re protecting me.”

Soft, warm hands cup his jaw. Phichit pulls him downwards and Seunggil - all his will and strength he’d used up the first time he told Phichit to leave.

Their foreheads touch. “If you want to hurt both of us,” Phichit says, “Then we’re doing it my way.”

His hands shake, his lips quiver, and he’s blinking way too fast. Seunggil digs his fingers into Phichit’s back, unsure which of them is the anchor and which the drowning man.

“It’s okay,” Phichit says quietly. “I’m here now, you don’t have to pretend to be strong.”

Seunggil threads his fingers through Phichit’s hair. He’d dreamt of it ceaselessly this past month. “And what about you? Are you planning to see me off with that hypocritical smile of yours?”

He expects a retort, a denial, a brush-off. He doesn’t expect Phichit falling to his knees.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry. I wanted to come so badly but I was so afraid I’d prove myself weak.” He hiccups, curls into a ball the way a hedgehog might. “And I am. I am so weak.” His voice breaks. “I don’t - you - I - I’m sorry.”

It hurts. It hurts more than the fading memory of Phichit’s smile.

It hurts more than knowing he’s going to break Phichit’s heart.

He pulls Phichit into his arms and oh, he’s never realised how all the deficiencies of his bodies were moulded to fit Phichit’s perfectly.

(But this will change soon.)

Phichit buries his face in Seunggil’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. Just - this is just for tonight. I promise. Tomorrow I will smile again.”

He never realised what a cruel thing it was to fall for someone’s smile.

“Just - just don’t send me off with that fake smile of yours,” he says.

Phichit nods mutely in that way he does when they both know he’s about to break a promise. He makes no move to get up, so Seunggil sweeps him upwards and towards the bedroom that remembers his smell.

“That’s my shirt,” Phichit says, fingering the fraying threads of Seunggil’s makeshift pillowcase.

Seunggil blushes and looks away. “There wasn’t - I haven’t had time to do the laundry.”

Phichit smiles sadly at him. “That’s what you always say.”

(In a few months, that’ll become “that’s what he always said”.)

Seunggil hugs Phichit to his chest. He’s playing dirty, he knows, but he will have all of six months to make up for it.

“It’s okay,” Seunggil says.

“Just for tonight,” Phichit whispers. He clings to Seunggil like silk to its worm. “Only tonight.”

“I wanted to give you so much more than that,” Seunggil mutters into Phichit’s hair.

Phichit shakes his head. “It’ll never be worth as much as six months with you.”

He wanted to give Phichit the rest of his life. But that’ll never be worth as much as one month of pain he hid away. Lying on the bed they’d whispered dreams to each other on, they fall quietly into each other’s dreams.

So tomorrow, then, they’ll hold each other again.