... i mean yeah i guess but it just felt like touching my tits now unfortunately i dont remember it being horny but the thought of u touching my girl tits is, however, horny
i dont know trying to figure that out is what gave me a spiral my mom and dad treated me like i was nuts i mean they still do in a "you're a disgrace" kinda way after all the rehab at some point it just became the insanity of an addict to them and i guess that's what i wrote it off as too what do you think?
Ur parents are assholes IDK It's hard to talk about this stuff without feeling weird of dumb Not like I've ever had a reason to believe dreams have meaning but sometimes... It feels like they're too powerful to not? U ever had a dream and later found out it was a real place? Somewhere u just forgot u'd been before randomly coming back up when u fell asleep? It's really trippy Hey Maybe they're just telling us we actually should run away
[ Dom stops responding; Teddie's exasperation is followed up by footsteps on gravel, then two hands covering his eyes from behind. They quickly fall to his shoulders instead, Dom stepping around with a grin. ]
[Teddie lets out a little gasp, before turning around on the spot - launching his arms around Dom again. It feels right? It shouldn't, yet it does, so he doesn't let go. Not until he's put a kiss straight to his lips. It lingers before he peels back, giving a half-shrug.]
Worse places to be. Let me see your hand. Better or worse than before?
[ He kisses him back, keeps his hands around Teddie until he's peeling away, then looks down at the one he used to send Iggy to the floor. The skin is flushed, but barely. ]
[Said with true affection, before he leads Dom's hand up to his lips to kiss those knuckles gently. He then puts his mouth back on Dom's, sighing happily into the kiss. He doesn't let himself think about what kind of friend to Iggy this makes him - not right now. Not when... he's so wrapped up in Dom again.]
It's unfair how sexy it is when you beat people up, Domingos.
[ The kiss to his knuckles gives him a pleasant chill, followed by a kiss to the lips that he immediately and eagerly returns. Dom is smiling, so he's not quite flustered, but it's somewhere trying to make its presence known. ]
Yeah? [ He shouldn't be excited by that. It goes against everything everyone wants him to work on. ] Why's it sexy?
I don't know - it's like... you're dominant? Which I know is kinda fucked up, but... I don't know, I find people smoking cigarettes hot too. But I liked it a lot when you decked that guy who was bothering me... it's this weird feeling of having a protector.
[And all the hallmarks of a toxic relationship, buuuut...]
Weeee probably should try to keep it to one punch a month, at minimum.
[Teddie's at war with himself - he wants to lean into the things he knows are bad. Let himself take joy in the protective vibe Dom has, even at the expense of others. He wants to go head over heels for the guy again without weighing any of the cons from before. But there's this little voice in him protesting that it's different now. He's different. Dom's different. That it's okay to like these things, so long as they... keep track of what matters.]
I don't know how to say it other than to say it but. I - I want us to have another try? I know that's crazy and suicidal of me to say, maybe, but... I think we can make it work. Having time away and coming back together... I don't know, it feels better than last time, doesn't it? I'm able to see what's in front of us clearer now, it feels like. Able to see what I lost.
[ Piece by piece, Dom's expression falters, staring at Teddie in a way that makes him look young and vulnerable. He doesn't want to hear this — he wants to be with him, but to do that he has to acknowledge what they had and how bad it was. The urge to cover Teddie's mouth curls fingers into his palms instead, nostrils flared, brows knitted. ]
You're not worried we'll fight again?
[ The fineprint: that we'll be drunk and high and do something really stupid to each other? ]
[That's - just how it's going to be. They're not perfect people, no couple is - right? (Though he really can't imagine himself fighting with Mila but... they only just met, too. There's time for that relationship to get its bumps and bruises too.) And it'd be a foolish thing to think they wouldn't, or to hope they wouldn't. Because it'd be in denial of the truth:]
But when we do, we'll figure it out better than before. I'll try not to be too demanding, I'll listen more. I'll let you have time to cool off instead of trying to hound you into working it through right then and there.
[ He doesn't know why it's so hard to hear this when it's what he'd been hoping for. It just goes to show that Teddie, despite the front he puts on for so many people, is the mature one here, while Dom will act emotional all day and yet feel like he'd like to curl up and hide somewhere when this is the topic.
If only he could promise that he'd stop getting angry. Dom looks at the tattoo on his wrist, clasps it with the opposite hand. ]
I can try to, uhm. Not assume stuff. Anymore. Ask you questions when there's something I don't understand.
[ Anger management at work, kinda. The pause is uncomfortable. ]
… but I'm gonna be really shitty sometimes. I still get those days.
[ When he can't get out of bed. When he can't stand the sound of anyone's voice, when anything they might have to say is always wrong. When he's convinced everyone is against him, including the ones he loves. Teddie went through all that. ]
I'll tell you when it's happening, so… so you can stay away.
Tell me how I can help too, if I can. So I can stay, too.
[That's - one of the things he struggled with. He always felt like there was probably something more he could've done, leading him to feel useless. Reflecting on it, he always thought he must've been too demanding. He knows he should give Dom space and he plans to, but he also wants to find a way to exist there too, so it's not always a rigid off and on kind of thing.]
We'll work on figuring out when we're getting too heated. So we don't boil over. Deal?
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uhhh, a little bit about it?
i had nice tits
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It's more like I can't stop running
Does that make sense
Did u feel them
[ sorry dom is still a Dude ]
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it makes sense to me , yeah
... i mean yeah i guess
but it just felt like touching my tits now
unfortunately i dont remember it being horny
but the thought of u touching my girl tits is, however, horny
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Do u think they were meant to mean something? At all?
Lol
Don't worry I already think your boy tits are hot
[ a thing he sure just said ]
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trying to figure that out is what gave me a spiral
my mom and dad treated me like i was nuts
i mean they still do in a "you're a disgrace" kinda way after all the rehab
at some point it just became the insanity of an addict to them
and i guess that's what i wrote it off as too
what do you think?
ty btw. u can touch them any time u like
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IDK
It's hard to talk about this stuff without feeling weird of dumb
Not like I've ever had a reason to believe dreams have meaning but sometimes...
It feels like they're too powerful to not?
U ever had a dream and later found out it was a real place? Somewhere u just forgot u'd been before randomly coming back up when u fell asleep?
It's really trippy
Hey
Maybe they're just telling us we actually should run away
[ Hah. ]
Hurry up then
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even if they try to do the right thing (allegedly)
sometimes i have dreams about us that never happened
but i guess i've just been waiting to ask you about it
because i dont know anymore if it did
do u think we could actually run away?
i'm coming now. 2 secs
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Just one more bad idea
But I'm not sure people would really give a fuck if I disappeared so
Might as well see what's out there
OK
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like remembering us at prom???
we so need a car
1 sec remaining, tell me when u can hear me
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Was it a cool one?
They've got a billion cars here
Bet we could just steal one
Waiting
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like something really good happened
[but rather than keep typing, Teddie whistles with his fingers - as he enters the maze.]
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Wish we could have had that
[ Not long after, Teddie is close enough to be heard. Dom puts his phone away, uses both hands to project his voice: ]
Marco!
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[Teddie's laugh is evident in the end of his call, as he moves a little quicker into the maze. He repeats the call a few times, exasperated because:]
I don't feel like I'm getting any closer!
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Really hope we aren't lost right now.
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Worse places to be. Let me see your hand. Better or worse than before?
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It's fine. Barely even felt this one.
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[Said with true affection, before he leads Dom's hand up to his lips to kiss those knuckles gently. He then puts his mouth back on Dom's, sighing happily into the kiss. He doesn't let himself think about what kind of friend to Iggy this makes him - not right now. Not when... he's so wrapped up in Dom again.]
It's unfair how sexy it is when you beat people up, Domingos.
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Yeah? [ He shouldn't be excited by that. It goes against everything everyone wants him to work on. ] Why's it sexy?
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[And all the hallmarks of a toxic relationship, buuuut...]
Weeee probably should try to keep it to one punch a month, at minimum.
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At minimum.
[ Looking down, unsure of what to do with himself, Dom finds there's more he wants to say and, as usual, finds he has more trouble knowing how to. ]
… I like that. Everyone's always watching over me and telling me what I can't and can't do — it's. Nice to be the one protecting. You.
[ Is it fucked up that this is how he finally feels like he has control over something in his life? Absolutely. ]
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[Teddie's at war with himself - he wants to lean into the things he knows are bad. Let himself take joy in the protective vibe Dom has, even at the expense of others. He wants to go head over heels for the guy again without weighing any of the cons from before. But there's this little voice in him protesting that it's different now. He's different. Dom's different. That it's okay to like these things, so long as they... keep track of what matters.]
I don't know how to say it other than to say it but. I - I want us to have another try? I know that's crazy and suicidal of me to say, maybe, but... I think we can make it work. Having time away and coming back together... I don't know, it feels better than last time, doesn't it? I'm able to see what's in front of us clearer now, it feels like. Able to see what I lost.
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You're not worried we'll fight again?
[ The fineprint: that we'll be drunk and high and do something really stupid to each other? ]
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[That's - just how it's going to be. They're not perfect people, no couple is - right? (Though he really can't imagine himself fighting with Mila but... they only just met, too. There's time for that relationship to get its bumps and bruises too.) And it'd be a foolish thing to think they wouldn't, or to hope they wouldn't. Because it'd be in denial of the truth:]
But when we do, we'll figure it out better than before. I'll try not to be too demanding, I'll listen more. I'll let you have time to cool off instead of trying to hound you into working it through right then and there.
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If only he could promise that he'd stop getting angry. Dom looks at the tattoo on his wrist, clasps it with the opposite hand. ]
I can try to, uhm. Not assume stuff. Anymore. Ask you questions when there's something I don't understand.
[ Anger management at work, kinda. The pause is uncomfortable. ]
… but I'm gonna be really shitty sometimes. I still get those days.
[ When he can't get out of bed. When he can't stand the sound of anyone's voice, when anything they might have to say is always wrong. When he's convinced everyone is against him, including the ones he loves. Teddie went through all that. ]
I'll tell you when it's happening, so… so you can stay away.
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[That's - one of the things he struggled with. He always felt like there was probably something more he could've done, leading him to feel useless. Reflecting on it, he always thought he must've been too demanding. He knows he should give Dom space and he plans to, but he also wants to find a way to exist there too, so it's not always a rigid off and on kind of thing.]
We'll work on figuring out when we're getting too heated. So we don't boil over. Deal?
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