#or if this is some other guy bc i think he probably would not be so yassified... but maybe

[rawme-price]

So...healer!reader pt 5, shes already healed the guys individually, where will they go from here?🤭

It becomes a bit of a routine. The guys try not to ask for ur healing too often, they value u as a genuine member of the team and would hate for u to think ur just here for that. But, you do notice they all perform much better after you heal them. Plus, it kind of gets on ur nerves when they try to 'tough out' some of the minor pain, bc u can feel it radiating from them and now that you have healed them before there's really no reason for u to be shy about it again.

So, you make sure to heal them all at least once a week, sometimes more if they actually are hurt. Ghost goes all soft and pliant, simply enjoying the fact his chronic pain is gone for a bit. Price tends to take the time to smoke, hes learned that ur healing with smoke in his lungs feels devine. Soap doesnt have much constant pain besides mild tinnitus, so he and gaz tend to work out like hell beforehand bc it feels alot better when the magic has something to focus on.

But you never seem to ask anything in return. Its frustrating. Especially considering soap has explicitly offered you to bed and all you've done is turn him down with a small smile. Needless to say, the guys are concerned. Gaz calls a team meeting between the four of them, a furrow in his brow.

"Do you think we're taking advantage?"

Its a long and serious discussion. Price thinks they are, they all have some sort of power dynamic over you (some more than others). Ghost doesnt think so, hes seen you punch a guy's lights out for looking at you the wrong way, if you didnt want to do something then you wouldnt. Soap seems mixed, he trusts your decisions, but he doesnt want to have accidentally coerced you into anything. The discussion gets them nowhere, so finally gaz calls you in.

U give them a confused look, but seem overall relaxed. "Uh- everything okay?"

Price doesnt mince words, "if you dont want to heal us. You dont have to. If you dont feel comfortable working in this team, give me the paperwork and ill approve it, no questions asked."

"What?" Youre honestly baffled, looking between them like they're crazy. "What on earth makes you think i dont want to heal you?? If I didnt then I wouldnt??"

So they explain they're reasoning, finally leading to the last point of u never seeking out ur own satisfaction. They don't want to make u heal them if u dont get some sort of satisfaction in return, it feels predatory or whatever.

You cant help it, you laugh. A bit from nerves but also from relief bc you thought you were being kicked out. "Oh my god- thats it?" You try to cover ur grin with a hand.

"the hell do you mean thats it?!" Soap retorts, a bit put off by ur sudden mirth "this is serious!"

"God! No- its- you dont understand-" you take a few deep breaths before calming down. Looking them in the eyes you shrug "im asexual. I uh- dont feel sexual desire. Like. At all."

Before they can freak out, you strike down whatever fears u know they're thinking "whatever sexual moments did occur were totally my choice. I may not get satisfaction like you guys do, but I like to see you guys happy, I like to help. Besides, all this healing has given me alot of practice with my magic, I really dont want to stop."

You and them have another, quite long discussion, and decide to keep up the arrangement. You get to practice magic, and they get to have the best damn orgasms of their lives. In fact, this probably means you can heal them more often now that you have permission to really experiment with ur methods.

(HA YALL THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A FIVESOME HUH??? WRONG!! anyways happy pride to all my fellow asexuals!! Also dw guys this is NOT the end of the series lol)

[violetcamryn]

OMG HII I READ THE UR RECENT FIC ABT SNOTLOUT AND I NEED MORE OF HIMM!!

Just an idea maybe an enemies to lovers trope w him and they got together bc he got jealous over smth?

thank you for the request. i hope this is sort of what you were looking for 🤭

“SOMETHING UNSPOKEN”

Pairing: Snotlout Jorgenson x reader

Trope: slight enemies to lovers (they just don’t know how to communicate)

Warnings/ heads-up: use of “Y/N” literally twice (i’ve heard some ppl don’t like to read fics that use “Y/N” so here’s your heads-up). Other than that, none!

AN: this is literally my first fanfic ever, please be kind. i’m so nervous to post this. anyways i hope you love it! as always, reblogs are greatly appreciated

You were pacing around your room, thinking about everything that had gone wrong earlier today.

First, Hiccup had accidentally stepped on your heel during dragon training which made you get distracted and end up getting eliminated in front of the students (he apologized profusely afterwards).

You had been late to teach the younger dragon riders and ended up only getting half the lesson done, which would set them back even farther than they already were.

But the cherry on top was Snotlout being in the way every time you needed to do something.

Every day there was the constant flirting, which was so poorly executed and poorly timed all it did was annoy you. He knew it too, he just wanted to get a rise out of you.

Then there was the fact that every time you had a moment of peace and quiet, he had to go off on some tangent about how “nobody else knows how to ride dragons like he can” and “he should be teaching his own class”. Everybody knew it wasn’t true, because nothing would ever get done if he was teaching his own class, but he believed it nonetheless.

The worst of it was when he’d kick your shins under the dining table, and then deny it was him. You weren’t sure why (or how) you ended up sitting across from him almost every meal, but I guess the fact that he showed up late to every meal and just happened to sit down across from you would account for it.

After pacing your room for what felt like hours, you finally laid down to get some sleep after a rather agitating day.

In the morning, you made your way to the mead hall to have breakfast with everyone. Fishlegs had brought along the dragon manual to study, and everybody was completely engrossed in it.

You slid onto the bench in between Astrid and Fishlegs, and they welcomed you by sliding you a plate of breakfast. You probably should have paid more attention to the seating arrangements, you realized after a few seconds.

Directly across from you was Snotlout, who was unsurprisingly causing a ruckus. Him and Tuffnut were pushing eachother across the bench and knocked into Ruffnut, which didn’t help the noise level after she shouted at them to stop.

When they finally started to eat breakfast like normal people, you were able to focus on the day ahead.

The day was going to be busy— dragon training in the morning, lunch and study sesh with the gang, fence repair in the afternoon (the sheep got out again, shocker), and then dinner at the lookout in the evening.

“So, who’s teaching the class with me this morning?” you asked the group. You had checked the schedule and Astrid was supposed to be helping you, along with some new guy, but the schedule was always changing.

“Well, there’s been a slight change of plans. I know I was supposed to help you today but I have to help Gobber with this stupid project he’s started, so we figured we’d send Snotlout with you today” Astrid said hesitantly.

You looked her dead in the eyes with an “are you serious right now” glare, and all she could do was shoot you an apologetic smile.

“I’ll be on my best behaviour, I promise” Snotlout chimed in with a smile, taking a quick pause from his extremely messy eating.

“You better be” you replied.

After everybody had cleaned up their breakfast, you all made your way out of the hall and off to your morning routines.

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The arena was full of younger dragon riders, all eager to learn the new skills you had planned to teach them.

The new trainer, some guy whose name you didn’t know yet, was there and greeted you with a smile. You smiled back but didn’t have time to chat. Not that you cared for small talk anyways, you were there to teach.

You anxiously checked the time, and everyone except for one person was at the lesson on time.

“Great way to start the lesson” you mentioned when Snotlout finally showed up, late.

He gave you an apologetic smile but that didn’t make up for the fact that you had lost 10 minutes of valuable teaching time.

You got over it quickly though, because your mind became preoccupied with just how incompetent these younger dragon riders were.

One of them couldn’t even get his dragon to sit still for more than 5 seconds, so for the majority of the class time there was no hope of him learning the new flying skills you had planned for the day.

The other dragon trainer, whose name you now heard from one of the kids was Leif, managed to get the kid onto his dragon after 15 minutes of him trying on his own. Thank Odin.

The rest of the lesson went smoothly, and soon enough it was time to clean up.

You walked over the Leif and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks for your help, I’m not sure what that lesson would’ve looked like if you hadn’t got that kid on his dragon” you said.

“No problem, anytime” he replied with a smile.

You turned to leave the arena, and you saw Snotlout standing with Hookfang, looking…upset?

“Jeez, who pissed in his drink this morning?” you thought to yourself as you walked out of the arena.

The rest of the day went by quicker than you anticipated. Lunch + study sesh with everyone was the same as usual, except for the fact that Snotlout was nowhere to be seen.

You chalked it up to him not wanting to study and skipping out again. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Fixing the fence was a pain, especially since the twins (who were the only other people assigned to help) were absolutely useless. They so much time fighting about who would fix it better, that neither of them actually helped fix ANY of it.

You were so thankful that dinner came as soon as it did. You strolled up to the lookout where everyone had planned to meet up for dinner.

You and Snotlout just happened to be the first people there.

“I see you’re actually early for something for once” you half-joked.

He didn’t say anything back, which surprised you. Normally he would take a jab at you any chance he got, but not today.

“I guess skipping out on the study sesh earlier really must have given you some time to get here early” you tried again.

Still, nothing.

You sat silently for what felt like hours (it was literally 5 minutes), before the rest of the crew showed up. Fishlegs was the first to arrive, and he immediately noticed Snotlout’s quiet demeanour. He was not going to be the one to complain though, he was going to enjoy the peace and quiet for as long as it lasted…

It lasted a total of 15 seconds before the twins showed up and started talking loudly about everything they did (or didn’t) do that day, which included NOT helping you fix the fence (you were still bitter about it).

Once everyone else had arrived, everyone began eating and chatting. Not Snotlout though, he was quiet. None of the usual kicking your shin or pushing Tuffnut off the end of the bench. Just…eating silently.

You wondered what had brought on this sudden change of character, but you were soon preoccupied with the group conversation.

Dinner went by quickly, and you were thankful for it. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to be back in your bed. You had hoped that after a nights rest, tomorrow’s dragon training lesson would go better.

You usually stayed behind to clean up, as it gave you something to do to wind down from the day before you went home.

Everyone else made their way down from the lookout and started to head home, thanking you as they left.

But one person had stayed behind.

“So you and Mr. Dragon Trainer must be pretty close then, huh?” Snotlout asked suddenly.

You turned around with a confused look and didn’t know how to respond.

“I saw you two at the end of the lesson today, you seemed like you REALLY enjoyed his company” he said.

“I was thanking him for getting that kid on his dragon, that’s all. Plus, why do you even care?” you responded. “It’s not like you offered up a helping hand much today” you added before scooping up the rest of the leftover food and tossing it to the dragons that were lying below the lookout.

“Well I would have if I had a chance to, but you seemed to busy with good ol’ Mr. Dragon Trainer to notice if I did” he said.

“Why does it matter if I notice? You’re there to teach a class Snotlout, not show off” you replied, sitting down on the bench across from him.

“Why do you think I even took up teaching that class? I knew he was going to be there, but do you really think I enjoy teaching a class with that guy? No I certainly don’t” he retorted.

“What are you getting at, Snotlout?” You were completely lost about where this conversation was going.

“I took up teaching that class because I would get to teach with you” he blurted out. He immediately looked like he regretted it, and looked down at the floor.

“What do you mean you wanted to teach with me? You treat me like you can’t even stand me half the time. You’re constantly trying to annoy me and get me to be frustrated with you, why would you want to spend MORE time with me?” you asked, sincerely confused.

“You ever think about the fact that maybe I don’t want to annoy you? Maybe I just wanted the attention that came from it?” he asked softly, still looking at the ground.

“What- huh?” you stammered, trying to compose your thoughts.

“You really thought I wanted to annoy you because, what, I disliked you? No, I wanted you to notice me.” he said.

You took a moment to process what was happening; the man who had spent the past who-knows-how-long pestering you, teasing you, and picking fights with you, wanted you to…notice him?

“I didn’t think that being nice would make you notice me. I thought I’d just seem like every other guy in the village. Which apparently seems to be your type, seeing as you were buddying it up with Leif earlier…” he mumbled at the end.

“Please for the love of Thor, enough about Leif! I don’t care about him. In fact, he didn’t even know his name until today. That should show you just how little he matters to me” you responded, slightly irritated.

“Sorry. I just..I don’t know. Seeing you with him today, touching his shoulder, I got jealous. I wanted you to notice me but you were too busy with him” he admitted.

You almost couldn’t believe the words you were hearing.

He finally looked up from the ground, and took a deep breath.

“I guess I’m too far into this now not to get it all out, so I might as well just tell you. I’ve been into you for a long time, Y/N” he said, while scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I took the shift today because I wanted to finally show you how I really am, that i’m not just some obnoxious guy and I actually know what i’m doing. This is obviously not how I planned for the day to go, but here we are” he said.

“I just didn’t know how to tell you or show you how I felt. I don’t like annoying you, I just thought it was the only way I’d get your attention. I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to think it was because I disliked you” he said sadly.

You looked at him for a moment before getting up to go sit next to him.

You didn’t touch him, you just sat silently next to him and listened.

“I want to show you that I’m a good guy, and—“ you cut him off.

“Look. Now that I know all of this, there’s some things I need to say too” you started.

“You didn’t have to do all of…that to get me to notice you. I really liked being around you, but you just made it so difficult and I thought you didn’t like me.” you said.

“You know, I was into you for a while too…it started around a year ago” you admitted quietly after a moment of silence.

He looked surprised.

“I just couldn’t bring myself to sacrifice my focus on teaching for some feelings that I was pretty sure weren’t going to be reciprocated. So, I started to ignore you, and then you started to do…whatever all that was to get my attention” you looked at the ground as you said it.

“You should’ve just told me” he said.

You looked at him for a moment, analyzing his face to see whether he was being sincere or not.

“I’m serious. I wouldn’t have made fun of you. Gods, I was already crushing on you back then. I would’ve been ecstatic if you just told me” he said with a smile.

“Look, I feel like some apologies are in order. I’ve been an asshole. I shouldn’t have tried to get your attention the way I did, and I really shouldn’t have gotten so jealous today. I’m sorry, Y/N” he said, turning his body to fully face you.

You took a moment to appreciate the apology before answering.

“I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did either. I just shut you out instead of dealing with my feelings and I just made everything worse” you said.

You both sat silently for a moment, trying to process everything that had been said in the last few minutes. Everything was going to change now.

“Can we…start over? I want to show you who I really am, not just some obnoxious guy who can’t flirt to save his life” Snotlout said.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that actually” you responded. “But can we skip the part where we pretend we don’t have feelings for eachother? I mean, now that’s it’s all out in the open anyways…” you asked.

“Yes, please” he said with a smile.

You smiled back and inched closer to him on the bench. You gave him a very light smack on the arm.

“That’s for all the times you tried to get on my nerves” you joked.

You quickly leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“That’s for everything after”

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AN: Omg this is my first fanfic ever, i hope it’s not too bad. Feedback is appreciated (pls be kind though)💗💗

More coming soon! I have a few WIPs cooking in my drafts waiting to be finished to get ready for more Snotlout x reader content

[ethosiab]

Anything slabtek? 👉👈 Would be super interested to see them from your sci-fi au!!

hi jammmm <3 you get 3 scifi au slabteks because i got really in the groove. and some related facts below so they're not completely contextless bc i want to ramble

(Img 1) theyre actually room-mates in the au because im a sucker for that lol. After etho had recovered from the injuries that erm. Made pause and Beef think he was dead, he stayed in a room provided by the foundation for a few weeks while he sorted himself out a little. That... wasn't working completely, he was kind of a mess since his memory was all fucked up and his entire support system had fallen from underneath him. Tango, who knew etho a little from some work they'd done together in the past, and who took over for ethos duties quite a bit while he was getting back on his feet, offered him a place in his apartment so etho would have a stable place to stay and not have the foundation on his back about finding a home all the time.

Etho only intended for it to be a short arrangement, he didnt know tango that well and he doesnt know all of what tango knows about him because he can't remember the past few months of his life. It just became easy, is all, because tango spends a lot of time away from home while on work trips, and needs someone to mind the house. So it became a little more permanent, and they settled into a routine with each other.

God knows they both have horrible self care when it comes to sleep schedules and overworking and forgetting to eat, so they tend to be able to keep each other accountable when they're both home.

Etho sleeps on tangos couch still, but its one of those ones that pulls out into a bed, so its really fine.

I don't know how long it takes Joel to figure out that these guys live together but its gotta be a slightly comically long time

(img 2) The Citadel is Tango's ship that he maintains, and while it's not technically his, he's worked for the company long enough and is such a good pilot/mechanic that he's kind of got that guarantee that he'll be the one flying and in charge of maintaining it on jobs

which also means he can get away with some modifications that he wouldn't otherwise be able to, given he's trusted. some of them are straight up illegal, some of them are simply in breach of contracts that state he's meant to get approval before making modifications

He doesn't intend to tell Etho about these at first (because duh step 1 to not getting caught is not telling anyone), but when he gives Etho a proper tour of the ship, Etho notices. Instead of telling tango off or accusing him of sabotaging the foundation, however, Etho's just mostly curious about the modifications themselves. I would consider this the stage at which their friendship really starts to blossom, where tangos been more vulnerable with etho as well.

(Img 3) closer to immediately pre-canon theyre very comfortable around each other :] its not just tangos apartment anymore, its their apartment, and its ethos home too.

Doesnt stop them from always making jokes about tango coming back from a trip to find the place upside down (etho probably has played a few pranks on him before where he'll shift around some of tangos carefully organised chaos and time how long it takes him to realise when he gets back)

So uh. Theyre room-mates. Housemates. Not solely friends, not labelled a QPR. And if you ask them if they're dating they'll both get really uncomfortable and ungracefully switch the topic <3

[bratbarzal]

Oh I would kill to see luke and his lover travelling europe idk :’)

I sort of have a ~vacation thing in the pipeline for them so I'm gonna bullet point some random thoughts on this while they're fresh in my brain bc I love the idea of them having a little european trip together and doing it the authentic way bc they're just two kids in love and exploring the world!! not super in depth bc like I said there's something else in the works but I am really enjoying doing these extended thoughts!!

luke is the ultimate airport boyfriend no one can change my mind!! like standing in the check in queue with his arm slung over your shoulders or you're in front of him and his chin is resting on your head as he watches the boards to figure out where your gate is!! and he's hauling both of your cases around even though you say you're fine to wheel them, but you like watching as he lifts them onto the belt, and you like eyeing up the way his sleeves cling to his muscles when he's leaning on the desk and going through all the information with the guy behind it!!

and obviously his first thought when you're through security is food, so you're walking hand in hand and he's pretending like he's giving you the choice but he's lowkey dragging you to wherever he wants to go, and you both end up getting burgers and he steals your fries when he's done with his, but you're used to his crappy distraction techniques by now so you just let him do it!! and the two of you have a whole thing where you're swapping parts of your burgers like he'll take your pickles and you'll take his tomato and you just do it without asking because you guys eat so often together that it's just normal!!

and he'll smell all the perfume testers with you in the duty free store!! and try on a bunch of sunglasses and you're taking a bunch of pictures of him in shades that make him look like a bug or an alien hahaha!! but he buys some unisex fragrance you can share and it's that thing where it's the only thing the two of you will spray while you're away so that it will always remind you of that vacation!! and it ends up being a cute tradition every time you leave the country!!

the only thing you'd let him splurge on for the whole trip is the extra leg room seats, and he just about convinces you that premium economy is the way to go, so he gets to stretch out his legs and you get to cuddle into his side with the arm rest raised and you share a set of earphones to watch some random movie on the flight together 🥺 like you don't even bother syncing screens you'll just lay your head on his shoulder and snuggle his bicep and probably fall asleep on him while he's watching conclave or smth

and the two of you aren't exactly hostel hopping but you really wanted a lowkey trip so the hotels you stay in are all super cosy and small, because you're spending most of your time out and exploring anyway, so when you're in your room you're constantly all up in each other's space, and he's always bumping into you and grabbing at you to move you out of the way, and it's all just super intimate and precious to you that you get to be a normal young couple doing normal things away from like him being recognised all the time back home, or not being entirely secure in such a random hotel - when you're away, it's a bit like the bubble you get at the lake house, where he's just Luke, your boyfriend, not Luke Hughes.

and he's been to Europe on tournaments before but he's never been able to properly explore, so you do all this touristy coupley stuff together!! and Luke very much gives goofball energy like if he was in a relationship I don't think he'd be all mr cool I think he'd embrace getting to do dorky shit so like he's eating food from street vendors with absolutely no etiquette, and he's making wishes throwing coins in fountains and taking pictures "resting on" the leaning tower of pisa or pinching at the Eiffel Tower - speaking of have you ever seen those videos of dua lipa and Callum turner dancing near the Eiffel Tower???? they give me Luke and lih!reader vibes all the time they're so cute!!

and Luke is the perfect victim of a tourist trap so he's getting his portrait done by those whacky artists who draw your mouth about half the size of your face and they make his curls all crazy and his neck super long lmao!! and he's getting suckered into buying you flowers all the time off of the ladies who say it's romantic - and yeah, even if the roses aren't real, it is romantic because he gets all blushy and bashful about it!! and he says you have to collect fridge magnets for everywhere you go as a memento because you're not bulking up your luggage but it's cute to have something back home that reminds you of being away together!! and he's super serious about his fridge magnet criteria so you let him have the last say even if they're going on your fridge.

also he's clinging onto you for dear life everywhere you go. your hand doesn't leave his in public, and he's cuddling you in the back of taxis, and standing behind you with his arms draped over you in museums, you're tangling legs under the tables in restaurants, and falling asleep on his shoulder on trains!! bc physical touch Luke is the realest thing to me!!

and one more thing bc I love this concept is he's obviously way quicker at getting ready than you so he'll always sit by you while you're getting ready and just watch and talk to you like you curling your hair is the most interesting thing in the world!! and he's weirdly intimidated by a curling iron but one time he offers to do it for you and he doesn't burn you by some miracle so he's always doing the back of your head while he yaps lmao!! he's always zipping the back of your dresses, and untying your shoes when you finally get back to the hotel room!! and he's watching you put on moisturiser before bed and he always likes when you spread the excess onto his skin 😭😭 he's such a little obsessed lover boy I adore him!!

[damthosefandoms]

you ever just think about that one episode of Teen Titans where Deathstroke Slade is blackmailing Robin into working for him and he has the AUDACITY to say “who knows? I may even become like a father to you” and then Dick is like “bitch I already HAVE a father” and then the camera pans up to bats flying away. because yeah he does have a dad. have you heard of his dad. I sure have

and then Slade makes him go steal some device from a Wayne Enterprises building and you’re like so does Slade Know or is this just a big fucking coincidence. and it’s funny if he does Know because it means Slade sent Robin there specifically as a Fuck You for the “I already have a father” line, but also it’s funnier if he doesn’t Know because if you’re gonna kidnap and blackmail Robin why would you send him to fucking Wayne Enterprises when you know Batman’s gonna get an alert that somebody broke into his building and that the Teen Titans are fighting on his roof and Bruce is gonna be at home in the Batcave watching through security cameras like “what the fuck is he doing.” Alfred would like to know what the fuck Dick is doing too btw. like why would you purposely risk Batman finding out. why would you do that. And I get it right it’s Slade Deathstroke so he’s not scared of Batman. but even then, sure, maybe it’s a fuck you to Batman because you’re trying to steal his son/sidekick and turn him into your own. but even then like why bother with nanotech poisoning the Teen Titans why not just nanotech poison Batman and blackmail Robin that way. like there’s so so many layers to this.

and even dropping the whole does Slade know who Batman is or not thing (he probably does because it seems like they didn’t even NEED the WE tech? He just sent Robin there to get the Titans’ attention really? At Wayne Enterprises of all places?) it all comes around to the insanity of this whole thing only happened because Robin went all Batman-mode trying to take down Slade like. the other Teen Titans were calling Dick out for going crazy trying to take the guy down and it’s very heavily giving Batman & The Mission vibes despite that being a thing that Dick can’t STAND about Bruce sometimes and I don’t have time to unpack all of that. but it’s There okay. it’s there

tldr the “Apprentice Pt. 2” episode of Teen Titans (2003) is incredible but also genuinely so funny bc there’s no way in hell Batman didn’t notice Robin dressed like a mini-Deathstroke breaking into a WE building to steal Nothing and fight his friends on the rooftop like there is NO WAY Dick didn’t spend the next week after this ghosting Bruce’s calls

[multy-d00dles]

Sex hc for twst but like, less about sex itself and more about interpersonal/ how I see the cast relationship with sex. im proship/profiction and very into sex education, so respect your own dni.

Trein definitely thinks sex is a private matter, not sex negative per sé, but definitely more of a “I don’t care what you do in bed” type of guy.

Divus slept around, probably in his teen or young adult days, willing to brag about it around friends if two shots of vodka are added to the mix. Preaches sex-ed and consent.

the only thing Crowley is fucking is dying. But definitely masturbates

Sam is another one who slept around, with guys mostly. May or may not have a sex toys selling business.

Vargas FUCKS, he’s loud too and has gotten backlash for it

Riddle has HORRIBLE relationship with sex, like he knows it’s normal but feels ashamed of what turns him on. Cried when they showed how labor works in class

Trey empathizes more with his mom after learning how much pregnancies affect the body, probably the first top/dom alignment in Heartsaybul.

Hate to break it to y’all but Carter is into gang bangs, doesn’t care for their partner gender but is waay into his own pleasure. Knock him down a peg

Did Ace had a girlfriend? Yes, did they do it? I don’t think so, for me he only hit first base and they broke up before it happened (nothing concerning happened, they just weren’t compatible). Still feels self councious abt his performance since then

Deuce, This king is scared, but curious, but scared. The talk on STDS frightened him for life

bottom Bottom bottom!! Leona Kingscholar is 100% not putting much effort in sex, likes to be pampered and cuddle. Immediately dizzy after orgasm

Ruggie is the first guy with a dildo toy, it hurt the first times, but learned that mosturizer goes a long way.

Thank GOD Jack’s got good people in his family who don’t shame him when he can’t control his way to stress relief. He also cums a LOT and hates cleaning after.

Azul is the first guy I can see into body worship, like it doesn’t get him hard per sé, but it’s his favorite thing.

Floyd drive is fucking horrendous, can go for hours and cumming doesn’t make him stop. Which is bad bc his thing doesn’t go forever, gets very upset when he can’t continue.

Another one for the sex toy user, Jade is into some ‘risky’ things (such as orgasm control). Thinks fluffy handcuffs are impractical but fashionable

Contrary to popular belief, Kalim knows more about women's health than anyone, definitely the person you want around when ur fighting period. Also very polite during sex, consent king!

I know people like to picture Jamil as kinky but I don't, I don't see it personally. Very vanilla but likes to give his partner massages during aftercare

"Vil is a pillow princess" WRONG. He's already pampered and given the princess treatment everyday by his fans. Likes to take charge when hes in bed

Rook is 100% a vouyer, the idea of having sex doesn’t turn him on as much as it does watching others do it. The only problem he does it without people consent ♡

Epel thinks sex is a competition, probably the e most kinky out of the first years.

if you think Idia fucks I’m sorry to disappoint you, he does NOT. This guy needs a HUGE amount of preparation

Ortho knows about sex the way Wikipedia lists it, he will make his own experiences but this is all he will get for now

Malleus is a virgin, like full on “I haven’t kissed anyone yet” virgin.

I would have said the same for Lilia but, considering what we now know form chapter 7,,,

If I didn’t say that Sebek wants to be dominated I’d be doing a terrible job. Gets turned on pretty easily too, but never enough to cause him boners

Silver is a biiit struggling with sex because he keeps falling asleep during the middle of it. May have some rape/cnc fantasies that he’s not too proud of.

[cctypical]

Omg I so fr agree with u on everything. If they were a girl idek if I would keep shipping them I probably would but not as much excited abt it as I am currently. If they were nb id prolly keep shipping them but it just don’t hit the same as dat HOMO. Like I love bunnydoll and funnybunny as hetero ships but it’s about time we got some more guys and more gay the other gay ship just do not work to me (caine x anyone other than moon = no. kinger x anyone other than queenie = no. just my opinion btw it’s still rlly cute when u make it)

Ik I’ve been yapping too much but anyway I wanted to add something bc I want them to be a guy soo soo bad. There are SO MANY PARALLELS between ribbit, pomni and jax. The most noticeable one is that pomnis beta design was a MALE FROG. And mind you she looked a lil bit like ribbit (tall, slinky frog person). The way I’m connecting them right now is that ribbit had a similar if not the same personality as pomni (and also gender but this goes against my hopes so) they are literally pomni. THATS why she reminds jax of them so much that’s why he wants to get close to her (and if we look at it that way he could be trying to get her in order to get over his late lover AWW SHUCKS)

Ok I forgot where I was going with this AGAIN but basically there’s more of a chance they’re a guy I think bc they HAVE to be based on pomnis original design (AND HER CURRENT DESIGN!!! big eyes + lashes + shiny eyeshadow + blush omg they’re LITERALLY a combination of both pomnis designs) . I don’t think they would make ribbit and pomni relate so much if they weren’t.

please make them a guy please I need more men to smash I MEAN hug and give head pats 🥺🥺🥺

My take on Ribbit.

I already have a few headcanons based on the design. They’ll change if it doesn’t fit Ribbit if they are mentioned or shown.

-Ribbit is older and the role model for Jax

-Worked at bars or clubs

-Female because of the eye lashes but like I said, it’ll change if Ribbit is a them/they or a guy or something else

-Seen like a parent, fun and mischievous but caring and emotional.

[kisslandeds]

“Reunion”

summary: you and itachi shared your childhood together, with your fondest memories taking place in a plum blossom tree near the uchiha compound. before he left the village, you both became painfully aware of your feelings for each other. when he left, you struggled to find closure. years later, you decide to visit the plum blossom tree again—to find you may have some closure after all.

t/w: flashbacks, some themes of angst or sadness, complicated feelings, kissing, scratching, slight choking, pain, sex, romantic in its own way

word count: 3,321

a/n: it was time for a long overdue self insert itachi smut. i liked writing this bc i love yearning and as you guys know, i am a hopeless romantic lolz

     Night wrapped around you like a memory—thick with an icy chill, the kind that clung to your skin and slowed your breath. Above, the sky was a bruised purple, clouds drifting like ghosts across the moon's pale face. You stood alone in the clearing just beyond the village, where the wild plum trees still bloomed every spring despite the thinning soil and broken roots.

    It was quiet here. The kind of silence that made your ears ring, the kind that reminded you of the Uchiha compound in the dead hours of the night before it all had changed.

   The old tree beside you was withering now, its bark split with age, petals few and faint, but you remembered it at its peak. When the blossoms were thick and white like snowfall, and you and Itachi used to sit beneath its shade as children, brushing fallen petals from each other's hair. The tree was a reservoir for memories.

    You used to tell him everything back then—what you were afraid of, what you dreamed of, the silly things that didn't matter to anyone else but him. He used to listen like it mattered, because you mattered.

    The two of you had always shared a certain tenderness—one that existed in the pauses, in the quiet glances, in the way your shoulders would brush when you walked too close and neither of you ever moved away.

    You remembered the nights you'd sneak out just to sit beside him at the edge of the koi pond, your knees drawn up to your chest, fireflies floating low over the water. You'd tell him the things you couldn't tell anyone else—how sometimes you hated your clan's expectations, your thoughts, how you were terrified of what the future held.

    In turn, he would tell you things no one else would believe he could feel; how tired he was, how heavy everything felt, but also vulnerable feelings, like his ambition, and his love for his family, especially his younger brother.

    You remember one night you shared under the tree.

   You were twelve when you turned to him and said, "If you could go anywhere—like, anywhere in the world—where would you go?"

    He was quiet for a long moment, eyes on the stream of water that treaded near the tree. Your eyes meet the floating lily pads that moved about idly on the water.

    "I don't know," he murmured. "Somewhere without noise . . . somewhere pleasant. Maybe somewhere I can take Sasuke."

    You tilted your head, watching him. "Like the outside of the village?"

    "Maybe," he said. "Somewhere free of obligation, I guess." The expression on his visage communicated his thought—the soft drawing of his eyebrows, the way his black eyes found the stream, and the way his hair billowed softly in the wind.

    You nudged him with your knee. "You always think too much."

    That got the faintest smile out of him. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

    "It is," you teased. "Your brain's probably overheating."

    "Maybe that's why I feel so tired all the time."

    You paused at that. He hadn't said it like a joke. He hadn't looked at you, either.

    You reached out, touching his sleeve. "Hey."

    He finally looked at you.

    "If you ever go," you said quietly, "I want to come with you."

    The look on his face was something you'd never forget—surprise, affection, something else you couldn't name. He nodded once, and the juvenile look in his eyes began to twinkle. He smiled. "Okay."

    You smile to yourself as you remember the memory. Though it felt so close, it was many years ago, and no longer tangible.

You had loved him with the kind of ache that started young and never left. Not in the sweet, passing way children often love—but in the way your whole world silently shaped itself around someone. As though your heart had made space for him long before you ever understood what that all meant.

When you were little, it was a nervous flutter in your stomach when his hand brushed yours. At thirteen, it was fire—low, deep, and constant. The kind of desire you didn't know how to name, only feel. For him, it was the same.

You saw it in the way he looked at you when he thought you weren't watching, in how his voice dropped when he said your name. In the rare moments he let his walls slip, when he smiled not for the sake of others but because of you.

You kissed often—but never carelessly.

Whenever you kissed, it was meaningful. Sometimes, it was behind the old training hall at dusk, beneath the plum blossom tree when the village was asleep, or pressed into the silence of the library's shadowed corridors. Each kiss was a secret, a tether, a promise. Sometimes sweet and tentative, other times breathless and burning. You knew his breath, the way his fingers would shake against your jaw, the slight tilt of his mouth when he let himself be unguarded.

It wasn't just infatuation. You gave him pieces of yourself—your fears, your hopes, your darkest thoughts. You told him things you hadn't even admitted to yourself yet. He gave you just as much in return, quietly, always with restraint, like he was trying to savor every moment before it was taken from him.

It should have been the beginning of something. A slow, sacred unfolding.

But, that was before—before you lost him, before he was consumed and condemned to a damned and cursed path, before he killed his entire lineage in one night. Yes, that was before he disappeared and took something from you that you couldn't name, only feel—in your bones, in your dreams, in the hollowness of your chest every time someone mentioned his name.

Now, years later, you still loved him. That was the part you could never quite kill.

    You had come back to that tree tonight, a reservoir of memories. The air was cool, tinged with the faint sweetness of plum blossoms, their petals scattered like soft snow across the damp earth. The gnarled branches stretched overhead, skeletal against the dark velvet sky, their shadows weaving delicate patterns on the ground.

    You weren't sure what had drawn you here—maybe a desperate hope that this place still held something real, something unbroken.

   Then, without warning, the subtle shift in the night made your skin prickle—like a whispered warning.

    You turned your head slowly, heart tightening in your chest, and you felt him.

    Standing just beyond the reach of the branches, half-hidden in shadows, yet impossibly present. The moonlight draped over him like liquid silver, tracing the sharp angles of his face—the high cheekbones dusted with stress, the strong line of his jaw shadowed and defined. His skin was tan and smooth but held the hard edge of years lived on the run, of battles fought in silence.

    His hair, longer now, fell in soft, dark tresses that caught the breeze, some strands brushing against his collarbone, the faintest shimmer of black against moonlit skin. One hand slides up to his face, his palm taking a handful of hair to cover his face from his billowing locks. His visage was no longer juvenile or carried the twinkling innocence it did before. Now, the lines that ran down under his eyes stretched longer, which animated and conveyed torment and stress.

   He wore a cloak hung loose around his lean frame, shifting gently with each quiet breath he took. The fabric whispered secrets as it brushed the grass, revealing glimpses of the deep black shirt underneath that clung to his torso—muscles taut and lithe, powerful yet restrained.

   His eyes found yours—those onyx depths that once held only warmth, now flickered with shadows of things you couldn't name. They were calm, yes, but beneath that still surface burned an intensity so fierce it made your breath catch.

   He was taller than you remembered, and his frame was broader. And yet, still the same Itachi—the boy you had loved and lost, the man who haunted every corner of your heart.

    “It's been a long time," you said, voice steady despite the tremor that fluttered beneath your ribs.

    He nodded slowly, deliberately. "Too long."

    "Itachi," you whispered, the sound fragile, like a prayer or a confession.

   His gaze softened just a fraction—an almost imperceptible flicker that made your throat tighten.

    He looked older, tired, but still devastatingly beautiful—the elegance of a shadow, the mystery of a storm just beyond the horizon.

    You hadn't seen him in years. Not since the blood had stained your past, shattering everything you thought you knew.

“You've come," you said again, quieter this time.

“I shouldn't have," he murmured, voice low and rough, like gravel brushing velvet. "But I couldn't stay away."

Neither of you moved. The space between you hummed  with a heat that wasn't from the night air—it was the weight of all that had passed, of closeness twisted into something complicated and fragile.

   "You were always good at disappearing," you said softly, your fingers curling into the fabric of your sleeve. "But you were never good at letting go."

That did something to him. You saw it—the flicker in his gaze, the way his jaw tensed.

"I told myself I didn't deserve this," he said, voice low, quiet as a confession. "Didn't deserve you . . ." his black eyes softened. "That's why I left you."

Your heart ached.  "I don't know if you do."

He stepped closer. "I'm sorry for leaving it behind, and presenting myself here . . . like a failure."

You should have pushed him away. You should have asked why it took him this long, why you had to carry the ghost of him for so many years while he vanished into the cracks of the world. But all you could feel was the raw gravity of him, pulling at every part of you that still remembered—how he held your hand through a storm when you were six and scared of lightning, how he once fixed your braid as it fell apart in the middle of a lecture, how he looked at you the night before it all ended like he already knew it would.

You closed the distance, slowly, as if you weren't sure he was real. Your fingers grazed his jaw.

"Show me," you whispered. "If you deserve this."

The soft, golden and silver lighting of the moon amalgamated with the lanterns of the village and danced on his visage like a flame. The stars above you twinkled, a witness to this moment between you two.

    The distance between the two of you narrowed, and you reluctantly placed your hand onto his cheek. Your thumb brushed his skin, and your hair blew softly in the air as you analyzed the expression on his face. The contours of his face were beautiful, but tragically reminiscent of melancholy.

    His lips were on you in the next breath—slow at first, like he was relearning you, like he didn't want to shatter the moment. But it deepened fast, rougher, needier, years of restraint fraying at the seams.

His hands slid down your back, pulling you closer, anchoring you to something that felt like both home and danger. You shuddered as you felt the cool sensation of his metal rings on your skin. His mouth traced the curve of your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder, reverent like prayer and desperate like sin.

"You never left me," he murmured against your skin.

You exhaled a trembling breath. Part of you felt defeat. "I couldn't."

His touch was both familiar and new, every graze and grip made heavier by all the time lost. The way he moved—deliberate, controlled, but hungry—made your back arch, your fingers dig into his shoulder blades.

     He kissed you again—deeper this time, slower, like he needed to taste every year he'd missed, every moment you'd both let slip through your fingers. With this kiss, you become painfully aware that you were no longer children, and your kisses were not innocent—they communicated want. His hands slid beneath your red blouse, palms broad and warm against your skin. You shiver as you feel his cold skin slide against the contours of your ribs to the suppleness of your breasts. You gasped softly against his mouth as he moved lower, mouth tracing your throat, your collarbone, every inch he could reach with reverent hunger.

    Clothes slipped off like old memories. Your blouse came off first, discarded beneath you, and you shuddered as you felt your skin raise in the presence of the cold air. His followed, tugged loose from his body and discarded without ceremony. The moonlight caught the shape of him—lean, cut muscle beneath smooth, tan skin, marred by old scars like brushstrokes on a masterpiece. You reached out and traced one along his ribs, and he shuddered slightly at your touch, eyes fluttering closed.

    You felt the control in him—the way every movement was precise, restrained, as if he were afraid he might break you, or himself. But beneath that was need, need that had simmered in silence for too long.

    He set his cloak down onto the grass, part of it met the rough bark of the tree. When your lips met again, you were pushed gently back until your spine met the rough bark of the tree. One of his hands braced beside your head, the other slid down your side, slow and sure, fingers ghosting over your waist, your hip, down to your thigh.

    Your breath caught when he lifted your leg against his waist, his body pressing flush to yours. The heat of him was overwhelming—his skin against yours, his breath on your neck, the hard, aching evidence of how much he wanted you, pressed firm against the softness between your thighs. The warmth was a stark contrast to the bitter cold outside.

   His eyes meet your body, the soft contours and curves of your skin. His hands tread carefully, and he observes your body with regret and admiration. Stopping his hands at the area in which your pants met your hips, he pressed his forehead against yours. "You're so beautiful."

   "Itachi," you whispered, your voice barely a breath. You weren't sure if it was a plea or a prayer. "How I've needed you all these years . . ."

   He looked at you then, a desire that his beautiful visage conveyed. His eyes were dark and heavy with everything unsaid, but his voice was soft when he spoke. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

   You shook your head slowly. "Don't."

    He dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands sliding down the back of your thighs, his lips tracing the soft skin of your stomach as he undid the last of your clothing with careful, almost trembling hands. His mouth followed the path of his fingers, worshipping every inch of exposed skin.

   You fall to your legs, your body meeting the soft fabric of his cloak that covered the texture of the grass. Plum blossoms fell on you both as the wind shook the tree. The soft hum of cicadas filled your ears, a sound other than your kisses.

His soft hand delicately wraps around your throat, pulling you into a rough kiss as your naked bodies locked. He was sat, and you sat above him, your thighs wrapped around his waist. Your fingers meet his hair, the soft locks you used to play with when you were little.

You longed for him more than you could admit to yourself. Your body ached for him as much as your heart did.

His hand forcefully pushed your jaw back with his thumb, a touch that was gentle but nonetheless commanding. His lips plant kisses along your neck, His lips drag down to your collarbone, sucking your skin softly until it left soft bruises onto the upper area of your breasts. His soft lips along your skin prompted soft sighs of satisfaction from your lips. Your fingers meet his neck, playing with the soft string that held his necklace together.

His hand tightens along your throat, a tender embrace that was not painful—just commanding. He pulls you toward him, his index finger prompting your jaw open. His lips meet your mouth, teeth grazing along your bottom lip, tugging at it softly. You wince in soft pain, tugging at his hair in want.

You think of how you were no longer kids that possessed a fleeting love, but two people that loved each other, and desperately wanted to communicate that after many years.

"I need you to tell me you want this," his voice is coarse, stiff from the tension, "that you, by your own free will, desire this."

    Your breath catches, and your skin turns hot despite the cold. "I do."

    His hand slides down to your thigh, gripping the flesh. You feel your body get lifted up, his forearm taking your entire body. He aligns himself with your womanhood, which ached in desire. His grip tightened on your hips as he plunged himself into you.

Your lips part, a high sound emerging, as your body sank into his. You felt your sex become filled by him, a painful sensation that pushed an intense pressure into you. You wrap your arms around his neck, nails digging into his delicate skin as you softly gasp and let the pain subside. Truthfully, you made every effort to not show that you felt pain—you didn’t want him to know that you letting him into something so intimate was painful.

Itachi places both hands onto your hips, pulling your body onto his at a slow rhythm that made you a writhing mess. His movements were deliberate, solely focused on having you feel him entirely, the union you two were in. You play with his soft, long hair, eyes closing as you let out wavy breaths of pleasure. “Itachi . . .”

His hand meets the back of your head, trailing up from your neck. He forcefully but gently pulls you away from the crevice of his neck, fingers interlocked with your hair. His lips crash into yours, an effort to stifle his own moans. Itachi’s free hand leaves your waist, sliding onto your chest, carefully cupping your breast—careful not to do anything to hurt you.

Your thighs tighten around his hips, and you take the initiative and move at a rhythm you’re comfortable with. When you felt your climax was near, you pulled away from his kiss, and buried your face into the crevice of his neck, scratching his back.

You made sure to analyze the blissful expression on his visage after you came. His beautiful physiognomy was devoid of stress, pain, but enveloped in pleasure. You cup his cheek and lace your fingers with his.

Afterward, your bodies rested against each other, your breasts pressed against his chest, your own chest heaving as you caught your breath. Your foreheads rested together, your skin both damp with the sweat and cold humidity of the night.

"I thought about you every night," he whispered. "Even when I tried not to. Especially then."

You leaned into him, your lips brushing the corner of his mouth. "Then stop running."

His eyes opened, sharp and clear in the moonlight. "It's not over. What I've done—what I still have to do . . . it's not finished."

"And neither is this," you said. There was no anger in your voice. Only truth. "You don't have to carry it all alone."

His beautiful eyes meet your visage, analyzing you, as if  memorizing you like he was afraid he'd never see you again.

"I don't know what kind of life I can offer you," he said finally. "But if you're still willing to walk it with me . . ."

Your fingers curled around his. "I don't want perfect. I want real. I want you."

For a long while, he said nothing. Then he pressed your joined hands against his chest, over his heart. "Then come with me.”

[cixteenyne]

‘Party at my grandmas, fuckers!’

Ch.1 (probably wont continue this fawwwk)

Content warning: Drug usage, Drug addiction, Overdose, Self destructive behaviors, Gojo is a dick head, NSFW elements (not between gojo and reader), Fratboy!Gojo, college AU, honestly everybody is a pos, Slowburn but not bc you hate this mf and he dont fw you. Not betaread, this is a draft sooo….✌️

There will always be someone who needs you, yet simultaneously gives not a single shit about you. Get what they need out of the box ‘n through the packaging away. Dust their hands off and go about their day.

It’s simple, it’s easy, it’s free, to fuck someone over- its free. The price of time management, planning and lies, all free.

This must be why it’s so common?

College isnt.. easy. Nobody claims it to be— whoever has in the past regrets such idiocy, and whoever preaches it now is begging for west to become south. And fast.

College is work and work isnt easy, simple shit.

Work isn’t easy, but neither are people. Infact- they’re the most complicated of all, and it’s unfortunate, really. Things arent complicated or difficult because they have to be, it’s just how things are, how can it be remedied? Fuck if anybody knows because we’ve exhausted the options of ‘patience, love and support’ like it’s a non renewable resource.

Halls were never easy to walk through. A semi closed space that gave the illusion of open access, a long.. streching.. seemlingy endless illusion.

You wouldn’t say you were claustrophobic, but you didn’t exactly enjoy knowing you’d brush up against at least 30-45 different people and objects in a limited space. It’s stressful for anyone to think about— but you manage, you always have and you will continue to, you have no choice.

You were not a shy person, but you did not go out of your way to make yourself known. You said what you needed to and mostly what you wanted to. As long as it wouldn’t lead to unnecessary problems, just more bullshit to deal with on top of tanking grades, so you kept slick comments to yourself. Mostly.

Satoru. He’s a man nobody besides his sleezy best friend could figure out. Popular guy, can’t blame anyone— charismatic, charming, winner smile, sexy—fuckers got it down pact.

You didn’t know a thing about the guy besides the basics. Party nut. Fraternity dude. Throwing a rager every other night for some damn reason, (does he ever rest?)

He’s basic in the way you find most men are.. he’s handsome- sure, startlingly so, but something’s wrong. All men, at least the ones you’ve been around— have that startling factor to them—that.. offputting factor.

It’s also in his eyes, Just looking in them hurts.

-1

Youve been partners with Satoru on this project for a couple days now and, well.. he’s not dumb as bricks, that’s for sure— but he also refuses to offer much. Shocker.

He usually shows up for the merit, scrolls, then dips like hes got places to be, and to his credit, maybe he does, a rager to plan, maybe attend? Chick to bang, a four loko to shotgun—for fucks-

“—sake, satoru, ‘the hell are you going now? We’re not even 10 minutes in.”

You couldn’t keep the exasperated tone out of your voice, ‘fed up’ is a feeling you’re well aquatinted with.

The clock on the wall, however useless it was- ticked on as he stared at her like she’d gone special in the head. “What, i dont have free will anymore? Lighten up, will you?” He laughed that type of laugh that only a 21 year old man who didn’t know how to talk to a woman beyond ‘through it’, could laugh.

Beyond frustrating.

Only he would say some dumb shit like that- ‘lighten up, will-‘ shut the fuck up.

“I’ve let you have free will this whole week and now we have tomorrow’s deadline to finish this.”

His lips moved into that smile that kept him popular. At the top. “People have lives, let me live mine?” A shrug that made it seem like nothing was wrong, even when the room was on fire. Fuck him.

You were not about to argure with this man. No man for that matter, grades be damned.

“Yeah- it’s whatever Satoru, live your life, bye.” A dismissive wave as you got your laptop and simply left.

Satoru stood at the exit you’d gone opposite of, just shaking his head with a laugh that would have only pissed you off more if youd stayed to hear it.

He had no problem with you, but he didn’t particularly like or care about you beyond.. well— nothing, he had no intention of doing this project, no need. He only needed to do enough to keep up appearances and then he’s out.

Yes. He’s an asshole through and through, but nobody needs to know that but him and his other asshole friends.

He saw you around, minding your business, no doubt you saw him too. Smug grin and all— just waiting for the right moment to get at you, in you, and leave. Like hell you’re gonna let him.

The moment you’d gotten partnered up with him, you knew an F was coming unless you planned to drop everything and fuck him, and you made peace with that. He wasn’t getting a damn thing.

It didn’t make it any easier to sit across from him and watch a grade get thrown in your face, though.

-2

You got an F.

But what confused you that day was that Satoru didn’t. Rich boy didn’t get an F, but you did— on the project you both did not do.

It made the wound of him sitting there, manspread in the library and refusing to respond to you burn hotter, like molten steel solidifying into your pores, and you trying to peel and pick it out, but every time you think you’ve got a good piece, it breaks off halfway- never to be reached again.

It never made sense to you, what was the point of fucking you over like that— it wasn’t free, he obviously paid off the teacher, had to have been hundreds of dollars— thousand, even.

The price of fucking you over wasn’t even free.

Every time you saw him after that? A refusal to acknowledge him. Not even a glance— ok, a couple glances, but only when he looked back did you walk away. Not that he even gave a fuck.

He seriously paid to win. In a fucking College.

A man like that didn’t deserve your emotions or time, no matter what. But—fuck, he got them anyway. You had nothing positive to associate with him. He got your petty glances, the rolled eyes, the mean mugs, all of it.

It pissed you off.

You had to take a walk around campus to blow off some steam, step by step, your anger rolled off of you in waves that felt like a Gua Sha massage, not exactly comforting, but necessary. Sort of.

You walked along empty classrooms, door by door.

You didn’t have a 1PM class, so this was your only time to roam.

The only opportunity to be relived of the on… and on… and on… of the professional that was paid to be there, sure- but didn’t make it any less boring.

Each step just as aimless as the next, a little leaf crunch every now and then to spice it up.

Fuck this wasn’t helping.

As you walked you could only try slow your beating heart— trying to break out of your chest, the anger, the shock, the disbelief— it grew out of you like invasive mushrooms all over the place, under your fingernails, out of your eyes, your skin.

The kind that if you picked one off, the roots would slowly drag out of your skin, making you realize it would have been better if you just left it alone.

It only grew once you made it out of the other end of the class hallway.

Son of a bitch, why hadn’t you just stayed at your dorms.

Satoru was fucking the teacher for brownie points.

-3

The next time you see him you’re like a dog who found a bone. Or an unsuspecting toddler.

He’s at the round table with his asshole friends, and their asshole sports talk, just talking like he’s not the worst person ever— they’re probably worse.

You come up behind him, a light slap on the shoulder. “Come here. Out back?”

He only turns back to look at you, his friends do too. silent. amused.

Satoru only looks back and smiles that smug smile, his head on his hand, he looks back at his friends and his smile only gets wider. As do theirs.

Like sharks in a damn pool.

“Here’s fine, yeah?”

“It’s really not.” You didn’t have the patience, never did.

He points to the enclosed study room across the library, soundproof. His idiot pink haired friend whistles. “This early, Satoru? New record.” Stupid chuckles makes its round as they all seem to find humor in that.

“Never too early for a little fun, c’mon guys.” He gets up with a huff and makes his way towards the door, you follow while burning holes into his back.

You don’t snap back into reality until the whooping, whistling and hollering stops when the door clicks closed.

Satoru turns around and leans his hips on the desk behind him as he shrugs towards you.

“Well?”

You dont speak for a while, it feels like millennium until you get that ocean of saliva down your throat and simmer the molten lava out of your brain.

“I got an F.”

“Shocker.”

Professional smartass over here. everything about him just made you want to pounce and stomp him out. He could probably see as much.

“You were fucking Mrs. Arlen.”

You see him about to speak before you decide you don’t want him to talk anymore. “You screwed me over on a project just to make up the assignment with a dick appointment? Really?”

You could see the gears turning in his head — ‘wreeeek, uuuuurk’ — as each cog wheel moved.

You could also see that stupid smirk, like he’s holding back a little laugh

“You’re acting like i owe you a good grade— what, wanna fuck one out of me? Use the ‘Satoru method’?”

What the fuck was wrong with him? Just looking at him hurts, it hurts your brain and your ability to comprehend.

“What the hell is your problem?”

He didn’t even grace you with a response this time, just a shrug and a shake of his head, dismissing you with a little smile. The fucker was evil without reason.

You took a moment to really look him in the eyes for a good 20 seconds— that’s a long time, yes, but that’s really what it took for you to finally get it. It’s in his eyes, what’s so off-putting about him.

He’s always slightly out of it, never too concerned about anything.

Too laid back to be genuine, yet a little too tense to be faked.

All that wrapped into a frat boy bow, and you have Satoru. Somehow.

Ah, you get it- He’s constantly on drugs.

The dialted pupils, the stare with lead injected into it when you looked for too long, all of it was in the eyes and it finally made sense.

He just tilted his head at you and nodded his head, that smug smile had never left his face.

“Been looking at me mighty long, you change your mind?”

That’s what was wrong with him.

“Do you just… do drugs and decide nothing else matters, fuck me over while off a damn pill?”

He didn’t respond for a while and just looked at you. Really looked at you. You doubt anything penetrated that drugged out mind— why didn’t you pick up on it before?

“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”

What a Satoru response, only he could say that and genuinely mean it.

“Just high on life, hm?”

And you just happened to be in the way of that, how- you didn’t know. Whatever episode he was having, you got caught up in.

“Something like that.”

-4

Looking at him felt different after that exchange— it’s been days since you last even spoke to him, knowing the worst person you know is probably coked out of his mind is a.. strange feeling.

He definitely looks at you differently now.

He seemed to pop up wherever you were, always there, always watching.

And whenever he was there, there was always a problem, him doing something just to piss you off.

Since you found out, he’s been going to extra mile to be petty.

You knew something deep about him, and he was taking out how uncomfortable he was with it on you, his constipated outlook on emotions was already fucked enough to turn to drugs, how could you expect him to deal with vulnerability?

Days and days pass as he torments you in little way only you could notice, the kind where if you tell anyone else they’d think you’re obsessed and reading into it. And he knew that, relied on that reasoning entirely.

It only made your dislike of him even more palpable.

Everytime you saw him, he was chipper in how he bothered you, way too happy to be putting somebody else down with no repercussions.

that’s just like him.

Maybe that’s why it was so shocking to see him in a state of unconsciousness in an empty classroom while you were just trying to print an essay.

Work of @cixteenyne

[binnybinnychickendinny]

i actually think daily about the fleury/binner almost-fight bc. okay so obviously the consensus among every nhl fan ever is that they should've been allowed to fight right lmao. but what i think most people do not realize is that allegedly the fight was planned. from before the game even started. because binner and fleury have a friend or trainer in common or something? and binner knew getting into a fight was on fleury's bucket list and he was like "sure man i'll get into it with you if there's an opportunity" and then he saw fleury skating down the ice and was like "oh yeah okay let's go" and then the refs wouldn't let them. like everyone looks at it as "oh just jordan binnington being jordan binnington and fleury was going to kill him about it" and there's definitely a LITTLE of that but they also both wanted to get into a fight just for the hell of it LMAO. i totally understand why fleury didn't share that with the reporters immediately afterwards (and neither did binner, this is from an interview he did that i assume most people have not seen) but it is funny to me that the surrounding context is less "binnington being insane and fleury being the saint that he is deciding to fight him in that moment" and more "binnington being completely willing from the start to get into a homoerotic goalie fight just bc fleury wants to"

[jrueships]

Desmond trade how we feeling 😭

jaren couldn't even say anything .. he's too heartbroken to even post a heart, can't even piece the pieces back together, they're so shattered.

WHAT THE FUCK

they got his freckles.......

UM. anyway.

i'm heartbroken. i am.

every group needs that kinda straightman go about my business but i tolerate yours kinda vibe, & des was that.. with like a cool butch lesbian spin. he's like that one business major amongst all the other party Harty type business majors who actually does finance and doesn't make it part of his personality or anything. He does the grizzlies' taxes. he tells gg not to fall for online shopping scams (jaren already has for gg, little does he know). he's just kinda cool with everyone and it can kind of make self conscious people almost wanna compete with others/themselves bcs they're like... does he just. Tolerate me? Bcs hes just tolerable of everyone? Or does he tolerate me bcs he actually likes me and is strong enough to stay still in the storms type shit like. & it was very interesting to watch ppl like jaren and ja who pride themselves as being viewed as cool, aloof, someone ppl wanna look up to & emulate ... immediately become giggling messes for a guy whose expression is lowkey just '._.' With his giant buff af trex arms. Ja giving him the most improved trophy and des just being like 'wow. This guy, jesus, lol.' THEY WANT THAT NONVERBAL MAN SO DAMN BAD!!!!! LIKE THEY LOVE THEIR NORMAL GUY SO MUCH!!!! just that one guy in the chat who always reads the chat messages and rarely adds anything at all, especially when there's drama, he just kinda reads.. keeps up to date... but if u say hi and don't get a reply for 2 mins.. he will be ur first hi back. like he's just secure. He's sturdy. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM?? ( HIM him. Not the.. not the bleacher creachure... that is... that should be a crime. ) Des is SOLID. he's a foundation you lean on after exhausting yourself, and these grizzlies are EXHAUSTED. ja's flying dunks, Jaren's furry panther persona jungle leaping dreams, like. UGH. THEY TOOK AWAY NOEL. THEY TOOK AWAY THE CHILL BRO. idc idc how many picks idc THEY TOOK AWAY CHILL BRO!!!

THEY TOOK AWAY CHIPMUNK !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[radioroxx]

funny thing about aus in which another one of the party joins the loops with siffrin is that, while the others are 10x more likely to mention the loops, i cant imagine any of them would go to siffrin first.

[themyscirah]

Complaining abt Suicide Squad yet again but the fact that they have Waller exposing the alien community to space racist attacks and talking abt how she got to her position through deceit and being a terrible person and stuff is just. Ahsfiwueh JUST SAY YOU DONT KNOW WALLER.

Anyways literally the 3rd mission of the Squad ever (and the first framed as smth Waller picked and not orders from above) was the Squad discrediting and stopping a rogue vigilante who was only arresting POC and funneling white people into white supremacy groups (of which he was the most prominent member) in SUICIDE SQUAD #4. and it's explicitly framed as this mission being personal for Waller that she's hiding from the government bc its illegal like. Guys. Please why are we having her incite (space bc comics) racist attacks now

Also the whole "Amanda got her position through deceit and being a terrible person" NO. she KEPT her position through being shitty and playing complicated political games!!! She wasn't always that way like there is a difference and it is IMPORTANT ppl PLEASEEEE. In Secret Origins #14 we learn Amanda's backstory and she used to be a normal, caring person! Like even after she entered into working in government and politics she wasn't automatically morally bankrupt like please people. She was originally given control of the Squad by Reagan (*sigh* 80s comics...) to distract and get rid of her because she was so successful at pushing progressive social policy in Congress. Acting like she's this static pillar of evil is such a waste of her character and so fucking uninteresting and disrespectful to her arc it drives me MAD.

Like I am NOT saying Waller is all sunshine and rainbows, she fucking SUCKS (said w love <3) but like there's a human being there. It's a progression, she has a character arc like please, DC, please!!! They've fucked up Waller so bad and made her so opaque and uninteresting she can't even be the protagonist of her own story for fucks sake!

Like I don't know how many times I have to scream it until DC hears me or remembers but WALLER IS THE MAIN CHARACTER OF SUICIDE SQUAD. ITS HER BOOK. yet right now she's a cutout to be used as the villain wherever the writers please. Even in her book we get none of her perspective really displayed, no exploration of her thoughts with any kind of understanding of the role she traditionally has played and was made to play in the story.

[fluentisonus]

Glaziers' notes + dates written on the window panes of Holy Trinity Church, York:

first pane:

John Burton plum. & glazer Stockton uppon Tees

March [?] 1775

second pane:

John Jackson

Robed this Church

November - 1808

third pane:

James Addison

Plumber and Glazier

fourth pane:

James Addison made this Window new for Mr. Jackson

May 1818

-> the last two panes by James Addison are written one above the other (see below), while the first two are separate. the second pane by John Jackson also seems to have been moved at some point and put back in upside down:

[fraternum-momentum]

WE'RE GETTING EVICTED FROM OUR APARTMENT.

[gothmikewheeler]

girl i have fanfics in my head u wouldnt even dream