i like big trucks

I asked my mom to name each voltron character and their personality


Me: “What’s his name?”

Mom: “I’m trying to think of something sly like, Leo.”


“He’s a player. A big flirt. Like he thinks he’s better than everybody but he’s really not.”

“Anything else?”

“No that’s it.”



Mom: “James”

Me: “JAMES?”

“And ack he’s sad god love him. He may be a bit disgruntled but he looks very sad. I think he seems like a nice guy, you know?”


“He’s very closed off too. Cause he has his arms crossed. That means you’re closed off.”


Mom: “His name is…….. Patrick.”

Me: *laughing my ass off* “You’re giving them such generic names!”

“So? I like em names.”

*my brother from a distance* “PATRICK LMAO”

“And he looks a wee bit dozy.”


“Yeah he doesn’t know what he’s up to. He thinks he knows what he’s doing but he has no clue. He’s a big lug.”

*after being told his name is Hunk* “I like Patrick better.”


Mom: “I’m just gonna give her a name. Jenny.”

Me: “Jen- okay”

“And she looks like she’s a curious wee book worm girl. She’s probably really smart and slightly misunderstood maybe?”

“Is that it?”



Mom: “I’m trying to think of a name for him……….. Ian.”

Me: *trying to hold back laughter*

“Ian and he’s a wee bit scary. He’s like the leader. He’s the one in control of everything, you know? And he seems very… very distant but he wants to be closer maybe? Like he wants to be friendly but he’s gotta play the tough guy.”


Mom: “……….Quintara.”

Me: “QUINTARA- at least it’s not something generic.”

“She looks like a princess. She looks… friendly? But a little bit sad or something? Worried maybe. But determined. She’d kill a bitch.”

*laughing our asses off cause FACTS*


Mom: “His name is…………………………………….*long pause*…………………………….. Red.”

Me: “Red??”

“Yeah cause his hair. You know? He’s a red head.”

“Why would his name be red because of his hair color?”

“Because that’s the nickname. He’s very stuck up. Very snotty. ‘Mr. know it all.’”

“I can’t.”

“He may even speak with an English accent.”

*pissing myself at this point*


Mom: “….*long pause again*………. Like, fricken Zaltor?”

Me: *choking* “You’re close?”

“He’s a powerful enemy out to kill everybody. He has a dark side but he might have a light side too. He seems a wee bit soft hearted maybe? You know what, he reminded me of the princess. Allura? Yeah he reminded me of her. That, ‘I’m gonna kill. I’m soft hearted but I can kill you.’ and maybe that royalty stance gives off that impression.”


Mom: *scared look* “Oh jesus……… King Buggaboo.”

Me: “wHAT??”

“I don’t know he looks like a bug! King Buggaboo!”



“Try giving him a more intimidating name.”


*w h e e z i n g*

“He’s like a big Mac Truck.”


“He looks like he has a big raspy voice and he’s scary. He’s kinda like Megabyte, you know?” *she’s talking about Megabyte from reboot lmao* “He’s a trickster.”

*after explaining that he’s Lotors dad*

“Oooh…. this- this one, him? THAT’S HIS DAD?? WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO HIM???”



Mom: “Ooo she looks like a witch doctor. She’s pretty dark. ‘Evil one.’ Her name’s Voltra.”

Me: “Yeah, VOLTRONS enemys name is VOLTRA.”

“Oh right it’s Voltron. I forgot the name. But she’s a nasty piece of work. There’s no soul in her.”

*me and my brother share a ‘If only she knew’ look*

*after explaining she’s Lotors mom.*

“So Zarkon is her husband.”

“Oh shit. Them two a couple? Fuck.”

You know, my initial reaction to Civil War was “Neither side is right or wrong, and that’s the point” and while I still think that’s what the filmmakers were going for, I’ve come to the conclusion that I really don’t care one way or another who’s right or wrong because aside from that ONE SCENE depicting the Avengers debating the Accords with good points on both sides, the movie really never has anything to do with them from that point on beyond “thing that is occasionally an added annoyance for everyone”

Like Steve’s entire plot is about first trying to keep his friend from being murdered without due process and then trying to stop HYDRA Takeover 2.0 which just happen to be things happening at the same time as the Accords stuff (which I don’t think were even ratified at that point due to the UN getting blown up?) and are in no way a deliberate rebellion against it and let’s be real, even if Steve had signed that would have gone right out the window anyway as soon as Bucky was threatened

Just like any validity of Tony’s points about responsibility went straight out the window when he decided to ignore all that and do exactly what he wanted anyway by doing things like disobeying orders so he could track Steve and Bucky

Even Zemo’s scheme didn’t have anything to do with the Accords, since it’s not like their existence somehow caused his family to die or retroactively changed time so that the Winter Soldier killed the Starks in front of a convenient video camera, like all the Accords did for him was get the UN people all in one place which they do for other things anyway

so in conclusion nothing has anything to do with anything, the rules are made up and the points don’t matter, everyone’s an imperialist, and this is what happens when you force the writers to shoehorn in a plot point that made even LESS sense in the original comics just to try and make a competing film with Dawn of Justice, which no one should have been concerned about competing with in the first place let’s be real

The Girl Next Door (Negan fic) - CHAPTER 36

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

Negan kneeled down and began to syphon gas from the tank of broken down SUV. He glanced around the area that looked as if a tornado had hit it and continued on with what he was doing, running a hand through his facial hair as he listened to the fuel drain into the container.

“Maybe that’s our gas you’re taking,” a voice came from behind.

Negan glanced calmly over his shoulder a small pack of young men. “Maybe you’ll be taking my beating in return. I mean, I’ll give you a beating. Not that you’ll be… that was supposed to sound fucking clever and it…” He cleared his throat and smirked, “Let me start over. I haven’t spoken out loud in a few weeks.”

“Listen man just give us the gas can.”

“That’s not fucking happening,” Negan told them, “But listen. I found a car a few blocks from here. Ran out of gas, keys are still in it. You take this gas you don’t have all the fuckin’ pieces do you? Any of you motherfuckers know how to hotwire a car?”

The men all exchanged glances though none of them said anything. By the looks on their faces, Negan could guess their answer.

“Great, that makes five of us.” He waved a hand, “Come with me.”

With a little reluctance the small group began to tail him, prompting Negan to glance over his shoulder again with another smile as one of them placed a wooden baseball bat on his shoulder.

Negan grinned wider. “Nice bat.”

Their group walked on for several blocks without much talk other than some hushed whispers. When they arrived back to where Negan had left the vehicle his eyes widened when he saw smoke coming from the hood.

“This is the car?” one of the men asked, shaking his head.

“I thought it was just out of fuckin’ gas,” Negan admitted. “Shit…” He scratched his head.

“Well, what the hell are we supposed to do now?”

He could see that the pack of twenty-somethings were looking for a direction. They needed guidance. They were wanderers with no idea of what direction to go in.

“What’s your name kid?” Negan asked the leader.


“Negan.” He outstretched his arm.


“Strong fuckin’ name, don’t ya think.” He smirked and shook his hand firmly before waving on their group, “Come on. I marked off a place with barbed wire and shit. You have food in those bags?”

The foursome looked at one another and then Negan continued when they failed to respond.

“We have to go on foot but I have shit, too. I have a fire starter, canned food and shit. Water. Beer.”

“Beer?” one of the young men raised his eyebrows and shrugged, smiling for the first time.

“Let’s go.” Negan waved them on, “I’m starting to go ape shit talking to my fucking self.”

The five men sat around a fire passing around a collection of food that came from each of them.

“You lose anybody Negan?” Paul asked, taking a bite of the canned chicken soup they’d just warmed up over the flames.

“Nah… always been kind of a loner,” he lied, “So, not really. Nope.”

“Dude, I can’t believe you picked off those dead heads from across the lot back there,” another man said with a laugh. He took a sip of his beer. “That shit’s amazing.”

“I had guns before this but I only shot ‘em a handful of times.” Negan smiled, “I should’ve went to the range more. Guns are the shit.”

“People used to say guns and big trucks were for guys with small dicks,” Paul said with a laugh, “Overcompensation.”

“Bull shit,” Negan disagreed with a hearty chuckle, “No dick compares to my dick… and I had a big truck… and shit, I love shooting these fucking undead pricks.” He continued to laugh, “Overcompensation? Fuck no. I like big trucks and big guns… because I got a big dick.” Negan took a bite from his bowl and noticed all the men staring in his direction with wide eyes, “What? Too much dick talk?”

“Holy shit!” Paul rose to his feet and pointed, “Behind you!”

Negan glanced over his shoulder, immediately rising to his feet to see a swarm of the undead filtering into their space by the masses. “Oh fuck!” He reached for the rifle and felt the undead arms wrap around his torso from behind. “Mother fucker!” Negan shoved it away and fired a bullet into its temple, sending the body the floor. Another replaced it, growling and snarling as it eagerly approached their group with its arms outstretched.

More gunshots ensued and everyone began to fight against the herd, sending one into the fire where the pot of soup spilled all over the place.

“Clumsy motherfuckers!” Negan continued to fire shots before reaching for the baseball bat and proceeded to smash in the skulls of the approaching dead ones.

A terrible, high-pitched scream filtered through the air and Negan turned to see two of his new acquaintances being ripped to pieces. He continued to fight, knowing there was nothing he could do to save them as the herd tore through their camp ground like a school of hungry sharks.

“Son of a bitch.” Negan continued to swing wildly, taking out each approaching dead one with one swift blow. By the time it was over he could barely feel his arms and he crouched to the ground panting as he took in the carnage.

They were dead - all of them. The monsters; the men. Negan shook his head as he took in all four mutilated bodies that fell to the snapping jaws of the pack of hungry hellions.

You gotta be fucking kidding me, Negan thought. He rose back to his feet and realized how quickly he was back to being on his own. It was the way the world was, he decided. People died. Getting close to anyone was not an option.

With a grunt he rounded up whatever food he could from the group’s leftovers, strapped the baseball bat in the top of his backpack and reloaded the rifle he’d been using before making his way away from the mass grave.

Alone again, Negan thought. He began to wonder what was left of the world. Were there people left, or was this it? The small pack of men had given him some hope that people were out there, though the rapid nature that their lives were stripped away showed the vicious reality.

Still, Negan knew that he could make it just fine on his own, as he already had. He just didn’t know how much longer it would be before the dead truly took over and all forms of society were lost forever.

kimistry27  asked:

Just wanted to say this guy with his Super Duty F-250 tried to intimidate me.....I won

Omg i thought that was a gun until i looked it up. I was like “oh my god what is going on?” Then i was informed its a big ass truck and now im like “WHAT IS GOING ON?!!!!”

What do you do to get followers?

Thoughts on the Voltron characters from my friend who has never seen Voltron


  • “She looks like Sokkas moon girlfriend!”
  • “She also reminds me of Starfire from teen titans but like Starfire’s sophisticated cousin who’s like at Harvard”
  • “Probably hates Lance”
  • “Her outfit looks like one of the emperor penguins”
  • “I like how she doesnt take her earrings out to fight”


  • “I feel like this person kinds looks like they’re trying too hard to not try but also kinda looks like a turtle”
  • “Their hair says Pidgey but their glasses say grandma” 
  • “They look like they belong in pokemon”
  • “They look like they intern at a library and is that one kid who’s like books are fun!!!!!” 
  • “And then there’s that green frisbee….or is that a boomerang?”
  • “His uniform reminds me of a Snivy”


  • “He looks like brock from pokemon but older and buffer” 
  • “His headband makes me think he does tae kwon doe and and probably takes it too seriously”
  • “He has two fanny packs which makes me think hes the mom of the group. And the vest and the pants with knee patches scream mom to me”
  • “He also looks like he belongs in pokemon. I bet he likes rock type pokemon” 
  • “Generally just looks like a really nice person but could also probably break your neck” 
  • “I feel like he tried to play football but was bad at it because hes afraid of people hitting him”
  • “Woah! He has a chainsaw!….or is it a leaf blower? His big leaf blower thing makes me feel like hes compensating for something like how guys with big trucks are compensating for something”
  • “I feel like he is trying very hard and ends up being really extra but it works for him because of how nice he is”


  • “He looks dark and mysterious which make me think hes definitely compensating for something” 
  • “Does he have daddy issues?” 
  • “He also has 2 fanny packs but they’re more stylish” 
  • “He also has a metal arm which means tragic backstory which means definite daddy issues” 
  • “His hair looks like 2013 zayn” 
  • “His eyebrow game is like on fleek” 
  • “Definite daddy issues. Did i say that yet?”
  • “Is that a sunburn on his nose? He should use neutrogena 50” 
  • “He almost looks like chat noir and chat has daddy issues so he definitely has daddy issues 100% confirmed” 
  • “I feel like this is what adrien thinks he looks like when hes chat noir” 
  • “He screams daddy issues kate”
  • “His robot hand is glowing….maybe it’s magic? He must be the wizard every squad needs a wizard friend”
  • “Edgy™️”
  • “He and robin from teen titans are like soulmates and arent both of robins parents dead too? Which means he definitley has daddy issues. The facts are there.”


  • *laughs for a minute straight*
  • “He’s livin in the 80s man”
  • “Probably looks up to the leader” 
  • “Looks like he used to be a dancer but his dad made him quit because he was like ‘no dancing is for girls’ and hes still bitter about it and dreams of being a dancer and thats why hes frowning” 
  • “Is like the chill gay like he never really tells you hes gay its just understood”
  • “Is the Brooding Silent One” 
  • “Keith is such a lame name no wonder hes so upset id be upset too if my name was Keith”
  • "I dont think this is his jacket because the sleeves are too big for him like he has to roll them which means the jacket isnt his which means tragic backstory. Like maybe its his brother’s jacket and his brother died or went to college so now he looks up to shiro because his brother is gone” 
  • “So hes got a mullet….and thats very sad” 
  • “He looks Emo” 
  • “Keith arrives at the cafeteria and goes to sit all by himself and his friends just find him and hes like no you dont understand i want to be alone but in the end hes happy they came because he loves them” 
  • “I also feel like hes the stealthy one and takes it way to seriously and is like fuck yeah I’m a ninja” 
  • “He is the epitome of ‘this is not a phase mom’”


  • “He is Sokka if Sokka had a good haircut” 
  • “He is the main character of all of those high school movies that all end the same” 
  • “I also think hes very gay” 
  • “Hes the kid who like came out in seventh grade by announcing it in the cafeteria” 
  • “he kinda look like a green bean” 
  • "He looks loud” 
  • “He’s the kid in gym who takes gym way to seriously” 
  • “He would probably wear his jacket to a fancy event and be like ‘this is fancy its got lapels’” 
  • “He probably has ten pairs of the same pants and shirt, but only one of those jacket which he never washes” 
  • “I bet he carries a satchel” 
  • “I feel like hes very average like hes not the one whos always screwing up but hes not the one whos always being great” 
  • “He probably never puts his gun away and i feel like he talks with his hands but he never puts down the gun so he like waves it around and accidentally shoots something” 
  • “I feel like he could fit in on Haikyuu. He looks like he could be on a mans volleyball team”

I’m feeling really sad in general tonight. Traditionally Christmas is a bad time for me and while I managed to keep most of my negative feelings away I can feel them starting to crush me. I feel like I’m on the brink of crying and I absolutely know why.

All I can hope for is a quiet Christmas, that’s all I want. Fuck presents and spending time with family, all I’d like is one holiday that isn’t spent cleaning up someone’s drunken mess or crying over the events of the night before.

Last Christmas was one of the worst nights of my life that ended with me almost dumping a man who took advantage of me out of my car along the expressway. I just want peace this year, man. I just want to feel safe and whole with my family and friends.

What I mean: Handsome and tall, broad and muscular. So many freckles and a lovely smile. How strong and good looking and seems genuinely nice too. Talented actor, a top notch turnip by all accounts.


anonymous asked:

I love you. You voted wrong in the last election, you like big trucks and country music and your eyes get a little scared when I say anything about drag queens, but God almighty I love you. I love my hand in your hair and you smile like it belongs there. I love that on the hottest night of the year, I danced in your arms to a song about rain. I love you and I love you more than I have ever been loved and if you let me, the fire my heart set to keep you warm could burn as long as we live.

Go on/off anon and pretend were the person you want to talk to and get everything off your chest

So...My Mom had been secretly jotting down quotes I’ve said for the past three years...

07/05/14 - It’s so tempting to put my foot in your pocket.
10/07/14 - I don’t like trucks, they’re small and cramped and big.
12/27/14 - Have you ever used a stripper pole?
02/17/15 - That’s not elegance, that’s bad taste.
02/17/15 - You look funny from down here
04/01/15 - That awkward moment when your stomach steers the wheel
04/02/15 - It’s boozeday everyday
05/11/15 - Isn’t this music just soooo groovy and inviting?
05/18/15 - I got grandma boobs
06/05/15 - You guys are such prunes
06/17/15 - Sometimes I wonder what it would sound like if a flamboyant gay man sang some of my favorite songs
06/29/15 - whispers You’ll be getting into menopause soon
09/27/15 - Have you ever seen Bareback Mountain?
02/08/16 - Sometimes I forget you’re that old
05/29/16 - “I was playing a stressful game” “?” “SIMS” “Yes very stressful” “ I was taking care of two teenagers” “!”
08/02/16 - You have to keep your ears pealed
08/14/16 - My my, chicken pot pie (thinking of winner winner, chicken dinner)

@cherryirises @thebluepacience @notecatcher @dpdgamzee 

NOTE: Yes. These are all things I, Clavis, have said. And yes the last one I said today.

i miss wanting to be alive

this thought hit me like a truck today
i hadn’t realized that has been my default setting for some time now
wanting to die shouldn’t be a default
but i’ve been running out of options

what do you call it when you’re constantly lacking in control?
i think a chunk of my mental illness can be traced to that
the lack of control in your life
it drives you literally crazy

quantum physics shows me that there is no order to life
and that time might not even be real but an illusion
the mere suggestion is enough to break me
if it’s just an illusion, why can i not control it

that deep itching desire
do you feel it too?
the desire to be back in control
for hope to feel like it’s good
i once considered hope a positive feeling
even dated a girl named hope
just to keep her around
i miss hope - the feeling, not the person

i miss dreaming

this thought hit me like a truck today
i hadn’t realized my big dreams shrunk
it shouldn’t have happened
but somewhere between fourteen and twenty two
i realized big dreams only caused a crash

a chunk of my mental illness was fantasy
believing my big dreams were a sign of the future
now i can’t even trust my own judgement
i was stupid for thinking myself clever

i thought i was cleverer
and i longed for a home i do not have

take me home

it’s not a place i live anymore
i requested to go home several times
sometimes i wonder if by home
i mean i want to be six feet under

i don’t know if i’m worthy of heaven
can sinners still go to heaven?
i’m scared to find out

the confessions draw out of me like ink
free flowing
once i start
i cannot stop

i confess these things
i miss wanting to be alive
i miss home
i miss my big dreams
i miss believing in my escape
i miss control

i confess
for i am afraid of what comes next

i miss… i thought… i confess // a.r.s

Asexuality and Me

If you haven’t seen my friend evanedinger’s wonderful My Sexuality video, please give it a watch. I couldn’t stop thinking about it for a couple of days after watching it, and though Evan says everything I want to say much better than I can, I figured having a little ramble here couldn’t hurt.

A few years ago I became aware of asexuality. I kind of skimmed over it, mentally noted what it was but refused to research into it too much because I knew I’d find myself. And I didn’t want (and still don’t want) a label. I know that lots of people take great comfort in defining themselves, and I suppose it’s for that reason I’m sharing this. ALSO this is kind of weird because I have to use the phrase ‘sexual attraction’ a lot and that makes me blush. 

As a pre-teen, I didn’t enjoy when conversations delved into 'crushes’ and boy stuff. All I cared about was horses and books and books about horses. It’s really easy to avoid talking about boys when you’re at primary school. Cross the teenage bridge into high school, and it’s a whole other story.

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fire trucks and ice cream trucks

All right, so imagine that when every baby is born, they’re given one of two vehicles - either an ice cream truck or a fire truck. this vehicle is more than just a job or a mode of transportation, it’s your whole identity. and there are only those two choices. everyone is either a fire truck or an ice cream truck.

there’s a lot of diversity within those two options. there are big, i mean REALLY BIG fire trucks, like the size of semis, and then there are smaller, more maneuverable ones, just municipal level SUVs. and there are really nice deluxe ice cream trucks and there are more modest ones that are basically minivans with a menu painted on the side. but again - you’re either an ice cream truck or a fire truck.

except, y know, this doesn’t work for everyone. there are people driving around in fire trucks who just know deep down they are supposed to be in an ice cream truck, and vice versa. there are people who get up every day and drive around in their ice cream trucks, getting sick to death of the ice cream truck song, wishing they could be tearing down a street to put out a fire or rescue a kitten stuck in a tree. and there are people in their fire trucks, gazing wistfully at the ice cream trucks, and the crowds of smiling people enjoying their ice cream.

so, it’s possible to switch vehicles. it takes a lot of time, and a lot of advanced mechanics, but it can be done. if you’re really persistent and patient, you can find a mechanic who will convert your fire truck into an ice cream truck, or vice versa. science, y'all. it’s amazing.

ok but then, there are some people like me. i’m in an ice cream truck, but i’m not that enthusiastic about doing ice cream truck stuff. at the same time, i know for sure i’m not supposed to be in a fire truck. nothing against fire trucks! some of my best friends are fire trucks. i just know that’s not me. and as you might have figured out, there are people in fire trucks who don’t want to be converted into an ice cream truck but they’re not really comfortable with where they are, either.

people deal with this in a variety of ways. some people cobble together a little bit of what they like from the truck they were assigned with the other model. so you get ice cream trucks with REALLY GODDAMN LOUD sirens instead of cute little jingly songs. and you have fire trucks that spray soft serve instead of water. it’s pretty rad. people are so creative and inventive.

me personally, i’m sticking with the ice cream truck i was given, i’m just stripping some of the paint off. i really don’t need the whole world knowing what’s on my menu. i’m sick of the jingly little song but i’m not wild about sirens either. i don’t know. sometimes i feel really boring and bland but then i remember that it’s taken me a really long time to figure all this out and you know what, i kind of like my weird blank slate truck. sure some people will always think i’m an ice cream truck but whatever. eventually they’ll learn.

here’s to everyone out there who’s figuring out what to do with the trucks they were assigned.

The Sitter (Pt.1)

Genre: FLUFF/smut/somewhat angst (?)
POV: first
Pairing: Reader x Taehyung
Length: 1573
Description: y/n needed a baby sitter after her asshole fiancé cheated on her a few years back. Tae and y/n eventually fall for each other which causes some problems with her fiancé she hasn’t seen in over three years.
A/N: Sooooooo since i finished life support , i thought id start a new fanfic. I know i already have one out already, (spotlight) but im not sure if i want to stay with that one so i might just delete the few parts i have and focus on this new one. Other than that, i hope you enjoy this new one!

Originally posted by huzurugetirenim

It had been three since I found that son of a bitch I once loved inside another son of a bitch I’ve never seen. Maybe I might’ve overreacted about the situation. That is, if you think dangling them over a balcony by their legs and burning whatever clothes they owned overreacting.

School was starting again and nobody was kind enough to take care of y/s/n while I worked, went to school, and ran weekly errands. Defeated, I gave up on looking and resorted to my best friend who only fed him way too much food and gave him massive stomach aches which resulted me covered in baby shit and vomit. Not the best experience as a first time single mother.

Of course, I couldn’t give that bastard full custody or really any custody at all. Y/s/n hadn’t even been born yet. Just two more months and we would’ve been alright. But he said he missed the action and needed to ‘fuck something before he went crazy’ which isn’t necessarily a valid reason to cheat on your fiancé.


All that ‘forever in love’ bullshit disappeared before my eyes and now I sit in the living room with this gorgeous gift in my arms, snoring lightly with his head tucked into my neck. I couldn’t help but smile at him; his soft cheeks, large eyes, cute nose. The way his hands turned to fists then spread out against my chest to latch onto me. I’m sure if I wasn’t holding on tight enough, he’d be able to hold himself up.

He was all I had.

In this crappy world, nobody helped me and after everything I’d done in my past, it was all catching up with me like a big ass truck. I didn’t realize I closed my eyes when I heard the garbage men outside bang the trash cans around which startled me and the little one. He looked up with glossy eyes, his mouth contorting before I have him a quick kiss there and softly stroked his cheek and the back of his neck, those two places that I know put him at ease. His 'crying mouth’ changed to a small gummy grin as he resumed his place on my neck.

I need to find a baby sitter, I thought to myself, laughing at how desperate I was to start school and work. Everything had fallen back on me and I’m not just talking about socially. Bills had to be paid, food had to be bought, and the land lord said if I don’t clean up my act, he’d have to kick me out. He knew my situation, but to save his job, he had to follow the rules and give me two months to get my shit together or else me and little y/s/n could be out on the road.

Standing up slowly, I strolled over to the edge of the couch where my laptop lay neatly folded. I sighed, then picked up the device and set it in my lap. All the while, the young child crawled off me and was now rolling around on the couch with only his giggles evident. I smiled at him as he flashed his gummy teeth again. Four years old, that boy yet he was full of so much life. I was sure he had his whole life planned already. Both his father and I were intelligent, young, responsible yet carefree and a bit reckless. We were known as the peace couple, nothing too crazy and nothing too boring in our relationship. My eyes watered at the thought and I wiped a single tear. The young boy crawled over to me.

“Eomma,” he whispered, then without saying anything else, he threw his arms around me and hugged my neck before placing his lips to my cheek and offering up a wet kiss. I smiled softly and tears continued to move out my eyes as I grabbed his face in my hands.

“If only he could see you.” I whispered, not daring to say 'your father’ or his actual name because quite frankly, he wasn’t a father. He never was.

I resumed my position at the laptop, going to the only trustworthy cite where they have the best baby sitters in the city. They asked for unnecessary questions like the gender of the baby, what it eats, what it likes, bed time, food time, what keeps them entertained. From there, they listed a bunch of female babysitters who should be perfect for my little one. But as I scrolled down the list, I noticed there was only one male baby sitter suitable for y/s/n. Intrigued, I clicked on it and viewed his profile:

Name: Kim Taehyung
Height: 178cm
Age: 22
Hobbies: drawing (even though I’m awful), singing(again, not the best), cooking (don’t let me cook) playing with kids (obviously), going on walks.
Interests: kids, hugging, laughing, aegyo (aigoo), little things.
Why you should hire me: I’ve always loved kids and although I’m very young and maybe not as experienced as others, I promise to keep your child safe at all times. I wouldn’t ever do anything to make you question my services and would most certainly keep your child out of danger by distracting them with whatever food, games, or hobbies they enjoy doing on a daily basis. Plus, I’m awesome!

This guy seems alright, I thought. Besides it’d be nice to have a male figure in his life even if it is just a baby sitter. I clicked on a small link and revealed his profile picture and social media accounts. Woah, was this guy attractive. I stared at the screen, his large smile capturing my eye. Jesus, his page was just him and a bunch of kids, a few group pictures of him and about six other boys. He seemed too good to be true but he was the only one I could find so I took the risk and dialed the phone.

A few moments passed by and the phone was answered. I felt my heart stop as soon as I heard his gruff voice through the phone.

“Kim Taehyung babysitting, this is Tae.” He answered in a cheerful voice. For some reason, I grew nervous at the sound of his voice and just stared at y/s/n as he played with his toys, oblivious to the world around him. If only I could be like that.

“Hi, I’m y/n, y/n y/l/n. I saw you on a baby sitting website. I’m not exactly sure what I’m supposed to do,” I laughed awkwardly and wiped sweat off my forehead. “But, um I need a–uh,” shit, why can’t I talk!

“Do you need me to baby sit?” He giggled through the phone and I felt almost as if he were right next to me speaking so gently in that rough voice. I nodded but I knew he couldn’t see me so I cleared my throat.

“Yes.” Yes, really? Yes? You could’ve said something over than just yes. I mentally yelled at myself as I heard something creek behind the phone. Possibly his bed? He sat up and stretched.

“Yeah, yeah of course! I haven’t gotten a job in a while so I may be a little rusty. Before I become an official baby sitter,” his bones cracked as he stood from the bed and rummaged through his clothes. “We need to set a consultation. Maybe tomorrow?” I froze.

“Tomorrow? I have to meet with my counselor sat school.”

“What time?”

“1:30.” I looked at the boy who still played.

“Perfect. I could swing by tomorrow morning, have a little meet up, and I’d take him in until you’re done with your counseling. Unless you don’t like me.” He grinned and big his lip, closing his eyes before opening them to hear me talk.

“Are you sure? I live, like 30 minutes away from the school so I’ll be up pretty early and he gets a little cranky in the mornings.”

“It’s really no big deal, Ms. Y/l/n.” He walked to the bathroom and messed around with his hair before returning to his bed. “I’ve had mothers call me at 4 am for a quick baby sitting job. I’m up for it.” He was oddly cheerful and I knew I wouldn’t win at this. Defeated, I gave in and shrunk in my own skin.

“Please, just call me y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow at what time? I leave around 12 in order to get there on time.” He made a few noises and clicked his tongue.

“How about I swing by 10 for a quick meeting then let you on your way? Is that okay?” I thought for a minute and kept my eyes glued to y/s/n, intrigued by whatever it was he entertained himself with.

“That’s perfect.” I smiled.

“10am tomorrow, then. Ah, I’m excited.”

“I’ll let you know everything tomorrow. Thank you so much, Taehyung. I owe you one.” I sighed in relief as the young boy wobbled over to me and collapsed into my arms.“"It’s the yeast I could do, Ms– I mean, y/n.” He grinned behind his phone and closed his eyes. Tae was excited and I could hear it in his voice, see it almost. I nodded, knowing he couldn’t see but I couldn’t think of anything else to say.