#THEY COULDNT EVEN GIVE US ALL OF 4 AT ONCE!!

[jchampionsgf]

medicine

word count: 467

trope: bf x gf (fluff kinda smut, idk)

pairings: ethanlandry x fem!reader

a/n: broo im such a liar saying i was back 💀 anyways, enjoy this fluff with my own kinda twist bc i dont know how to write cute stuff without it being nasty

𐙚 mdni!! ↓↓ 𐙚༘⋆ೀೀ

it was late at night, you honestly couldnt even remember what day it was, you had a fever and was watching a movie on your bed. your boyfriend, ethan was worried sick but you told him not to stress about it, still, he decided to stop by your house to have a little sleepover. you were laying on your bed  curled up, surrounded by all of your pillows and blankets, you were freezing. "im here, open up" ethan texted, you got up, still wrapped in your blanket and opened up your window, waiting for ethan to show up "hey babe" he said, appearing on your window and giving you a kiss, your parents didnt exactly like ethan, i mean, they were approving of your relationship but if they knew you'd have sex with him at least once per week, they would probably faint, so, you were used to this unusual entry. you stepped back giving him some room to step inside your room. "gosh i missed you" he said, kissing you down your neck and grabbing your waist to pull you closer. "i cant ethan, im sick" you said, "sorry, i just cant keep my hands off of you, how about we lay down and watch a movie?" he said, guiding you to bed. you choose to watch scream 1996, your favourite, although ethan preferred scream 4, he decided to give in. you both layed down, him being the bigger spoon and you being the tiny one. in the middle of the movie you started getting chilly, because of the fever, you were feeling extremetly cold even though you've had every blanket in your room wrapped around you "are you okay baby?" ethan said, noticing your shiver. "yeah, just cold" you said, still shivering. an idea popped into ethans mind, a way for you to heat up. "i've got and idea" ethan said, "what is it?" you asked "you'll see" he said, grabbing your pijama shorts and panties from under the blanket, sliding them right off, you gasped. he took his grey sweat pants and underwear aswell "is this okay?" he asked, making sure you were comfortable, "yeah" you said, giving him permission. he lined up his dick with your entrance and slided in, making you whimper, surprisingly, your shiver stopped and ethans idea actually worked. a little bit of time passed and you were clinging your walls to his veins, almost squeezing them, ethan started to move his hips up and down slowly. your moans got louder but your were shussed by ethans thumb shortly after "you have to be quiet princess, we dont want you parents finding out that you're my good girl" as ethan whispered that into your ear you cummed leaving his cock soaking wet just like your pussy, it was like medicine.

[chrissturnsgirlll222]

can u make a story bout matt and y/n and they get in a really bad argument that leaves matt and y/n thinking about their slowly shattering relationship ?

(sorry i love angst 😭😭)

love ya !!

#🩹

breaking point

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary - this rec^^

warnings - angst, kissing, swearing, use of y/n, kind of really sad

a/n: sorry this came out so late and to the person who requested i hope this is good <3

NOT PROOFREAD

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matt and i have been dating for 4 months and it was going amazing until recently. my friends warned me about the 3 months relationship mark and boy were they right. we have been going through a really rough patch arguing about simple shit all day, to the point where i would frown at my phone more than i would hope.

we were so happy until we couldnt make time for one another. between his crazy filming schedule and me having a normal job one of us was always busy. eventually we realized both of us had no time to be alone together and just be happy. when we did talk it was about how we need to make more time for eachother and other than that we were busy. which brings us to our dinner date that was slowly coming to an end.

“hi ill just get the bill please.” matt smiles at our waiter. i just pick at my skirt as we sit in silence. both of us were already upset with eachother before we went for dinner and then had to sit in a formal setting angry, quiet, wanting to work everything out, and still hungry as i was too upset to eat. i spent the night picking at my plate and matt pretty much did the same.

“matt i, i need you to see this from my point of view.” i mumble quietly. “stop, we will talk at home. right now im just trying to get us out of here ok?” he locks eyes with me gripping his wallet.

i nob in response as i feel tears pricking my eyes. the dim light above the table highlighting the tears threatening to spill out and i inhale sharply as matt stares at me. no expression on his face.

he pays for our dinner and i grab my coat and walk to the exit of the restaurant. fresh air hitting me like a brick as i felt i couldnt breathe in the restaurant.

the drive home was completely silent. i just sat there my purse in my lap and starring out the window. the only sound being the car engine and the occasional blinker noise.

we get to his house and he doesnt even bother getting my car door like he always used to. i enter the house after him and begin to take my shoes off. the house is quiet due to chris and nick being out of the house tonight, they wanted to give us space but honestly i would kill to hangout with one of his brothers right now. at least the air wouldnt be so stiff.

matt goes to his room and then walks to him bathroom as i work on my heel strap. all in complete silence. i grab a shirt of his and a pair of my underwear that i keep in the drawer he emptied out for me that is fulled with extra clothing and pyjamas for when im over.

i wait for him to finish showering and he walks in with wet hair and plaid pyjama pants on. “you can go.” he points to the door. “what?” i say my heart breaking at him kicking me out.

“baby go shower we were out of the house.” he says as i sigh in relief. i smile and slightly nod at him as i walk out to the bathroom.

once im done showering i find matt sitting at the end of his bed withe his elbows on his knees and phone in hand. he looks up at me as i stand in the doorway drying my hair off with a towel. you could cut our tension with a fucking knife it was almost suffocating. “can we talk now.” i ask. he pats the spot next to him and i move to sit.

“whats happening to us matt, we used to be so happy and connected.” i look down at my lap. “we are happy and connected y/n.” he says. he knows its a lie, we arent happy with eachother right now.

“we are sitting right next to eachother and i feel like were completely different rooms right now. thats not feeling connected.” im extremely frustrated at how matt cant confront the issue here.

“im right here” he grabs my hand, “why dont you feel the same. we are happy and in love and want this relationship more than anything.”

“i cant because we never make time for one another. your always with chris and nick filming or at an LA party with tons of girls.” i remove his hands from mine, “im not blaming you i just want effort from you.”

“your insecure about other girls? seriously. how is that my fault. who planned tonights dinner?” he asks

i stay silent.

“who planned tonights dinner.” he says in a scary tone. i freeze as he is correct but going on dates has nothing to do with repairing our relationship. “your getting on my fucking nerve.”

“matt a fucking dinner date isnt going to solve our problems. we need to work together to be able to be in the same room without sitting in complete shitty silence. i cant take it anymore.” i say as tears begin pooling out of my eyes.

“oh now your crying, what the fuck are you talking about. i have been putting in effort to this relationship you want me to be the bad guy here so bad. if you dont think its working you can leave. you need to learn when its time to stop. you push and push and push.”

“matt its not that i dont think its working. we can find a way around this we just need to work together. i dont see effort in the sense that you never make time for me. theres always something more important and i cant stand it anymore.” i say getting louder.

“no, your blaming me saying that you are the only person putting in effort. im not your personal serotonin dose im your fucking boyfriend. i can only do so much. if what im doing isnt enough take your shit and leave im not going to put up with this bullshit.” he shouts as tears well in his eyes.

i stare at him as tears fall out of my eyes. ive never seen him angry enough to yell. i never knew i would be the person to push this out of him. “matt if you love me you will help me fix this. we are adults not fucking teenagers that are going to break up over nothing. i love you with everything in me and want to be with you more than anything. if we keep ignoring this were going to end up broken.” i plead

“i love you enough to know that your being a bitch right now. making me the bad guy and trying to sugar coat it. well you clearly dont think this is working based off of what your saying to me.” he stands up. “if thats what you think you can sleep on the couch or get the fuck out and go home.” he wipes his eyes as tears stream.

now sobbing i get up quietly and make my way to the living room. “matt we cant be over.” i wipe my eyes and sniffle, turning around to him in the door way.

“you tell me.”

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thanks for reading xx

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a/n: how are we feeling???

[amaramizuki666]

Shared sensation part.2

Danny had felt so numb, ever since his soulmate rejected him, without even telling danny his name, he just hasn't felt anything. Their was always this tingling under his skin but he just couldn't feel anymore. He couldn't feel pain, he couldn't feel the cold, he could feel the heat, it was just nothing.

But danny pushed forward if his soulmate didn't want him, if his soulmate didn't even want to give him a chance. Then that was on him not Danny.

After a few years and danny was 14 he got used to the no feeling thing, he moved on with his life trying to ignore the aches in his chest calling out for a bond that was no longer there. He made freinds with sam and tucker two very unlikely soulmates, they had a platonic type bond very rare but it makes sense considering that both where aromantic . They butted heads a lot but they cared for eachother nun the less.

So when sam and tucker came over and Sam wanted to see the broken portal his parents tried to create in his basement, he was somewhat reluctant to show them but caved after a bit of convincing. then sam wantented a picture of him in the portal. danny was once again reluctant but sam convinced him saying that if he wore a safety suit he would be fine. so he put one on, sam removed the insignia of his dads face then walked into the portal.

sam took her photos and danny shook his head at his friend. danny goes to walk out of the portal when he tripped over some cabling. he caught himself on the inner wall of the machine. danny sighed in relief when he heard a low hum, the low hum of the portal powering up, danny didn't even have a moment to process that his hand was placed on a big red button that said 'on'.

the only thing danny could focus on was the sudden feeling of pain coursing through his body, the first thing he's felt in 4 years. so much pain. danny cant help but scream as he felt himself being ripped apart for the second time.

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Tim fell to ground screaming in pain, his mug shattered on the kitchen floor. Tim's muscles contracting painfully causing tim to curl in on himself. "TIM!!" He heard dick yell as he and who he assumes to be Bruce running over to him.

They say something to him but tim isnt paying attention, he is in so much pain. This is the first thing he has felt since destroying his bond with his soulmate. The contractions stop but tim dosnt in curl himself, his legs are to his chest and his hands are clutching his shirt right over where his heart should be.

Tim was gagging he felt the coffee he was drinking in the back of his throat. Tears streaming down his cheeks. He felt himself being pulled into someone's arms.

Tim didnt understand what was happening, it didnt register what just occurred. Not until the pain finally stopped and his chest was filled with an overwhelming emptiness. A cold chill wrapping about his soul and body.

"No-" tim mumbles in a strained voice, horror seeping into his tone. He pushed away from the person who was holding onto him, shooting up off the ground. "Tim?" Bruce's voice registered in his mind.

Tim looked at his family more tears flowed down his cheeks. "Babybird what's wrong?" Dick asks taking a small step forward. Tim looked at him speechless, in shock. He felt dick place a hand on his shoulder, tim looked him in the eyes, dick saw how blood shot Tim's pupils where.

"He's dead" tim mumbles barely audible. "What-" bruce was cut off "MY SOULMATE, DANNY. I CANT FEEL HIM, EVEN AFTER OUR BOND WAS SEVERED I COULD STILL FEEL HIM, BUT NOW HE'S GONE, I FELT IT HES DEAD!" Tim cried collapsing back to the floor not bothered with how the shards of ceramic glass cut his legs.

Tim couldnt feel Danny, tim knows what that means, what all that pain ment, danny was dead, Tim's soulmate was dead. Tim's soulmate died in so much pain. This was his fault, he should have been there. This was all Tim's fault.

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part. 3

[satoruphilia]

Just Wanna Get High With My Lover (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

tags: mdni, nsfw, weed obviously, smut, slight dubcon (they are high), y/n is a stoner, afab reader, gojo is so cute omg, gojo is emotional, high sex, slight hurt/comfort near end, petnames, established relationship, not proofread

A/N: I haven't wrote in forever omg 1.8k words

Listen to Moonlight - Kali Uchis trust me bae

You let out a loud huff as you face planted onto your bed. You spread your arms out, finally getting a break after your long day. First you were sent on a mission with your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, to catch a seemingly easy grade 3 curse, then it turns out there were like 5 more no one knew about. Gojo of course made missions impossibly more annoying by always trying to show off. Sometimes he acted like he was still in middle school trying to impress his crush. After that tiring mission, Gojo wouldnt stop nagging you about this new desert place 30 minutes away. "Baby...they literally have everything sweet in the world. We have to try it, just this once!" What do you do to make a pleading child shut up? You give them what they wanted. That was one of your weaknesses, you couldn't deny Gojo's pretty eyes, and he knew it. After spending almost 2 hours getting sweets, you were finally home.

"This is my bed too, be considerate to your roomies!" You rolled your eyes. "It used to be my bed until someone forced themselves into my dorm." You sat up, opening a drawer next to your bed and pulling out a familiar jar. Now it was his turn to sprawl out on the bed, you scooted to the edge of the bed so he couldnt knock anything over. He watched as you set down your grinder as well, preparing to make the evenings blunt. "Now youre gonna kill me with the fumes, hmph!" He was so overdramatic, you just needed to chill. The first time he complained about you smoking around him, you actually did almost put it out. Geto laughed and told you to ignore him. He and Shoko smoked all the time. Shoko was more cigerettes, whereas Geto was 50/50. You preferred your blunts, and the closest thing to Gojo smoking was him breathing out in the cold winter. You licked the paper before preparing your herbs on it, then rolling. Gojo watched closely, he did every time.

"I don't understand why you're always smoking," You picked your lighter out of your pocket and light the blunt. "I don't always smoke. Plus, it calms me down." Being a student sorcerer was stressful, and dating Gojo was even more stressful. Sativa was the one thing keeping you from going insane sometimes. He watched as you took a hit, like a child seeing a exotic animal for the first time.

"Let me see it," You snorted, then you realized he was serious. "Knock yourself out Satoru..." You handed him the blunt. "How do I do it?"

"Satoru, why do you want to smoke? I thought you were 'too healthy' for that?"

"I want to brag to Suguru, about how I can also smoke 420" That sent you lying on your back on the bed, laughing your ass off. "What?!" He seemed offended.

"There ain't no way you just said that corny shit." You were already laughing like you were 5 blunts in, of course Gojo would say something cringe like that. "Satoru, baby" You looked at him with a straight face before another laughing fit.

"What? Is that not cool to say?"

"Thats just-thats not how thats used babe," You still giggled, sitting back up and seeing he was still holding the blunt with confusion. "Okay, first of all, dont be smoking cause you think you'll be coo-"

"Oh my god, chill out mom, I'm an adult!" You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever, give me." You took it into your fingers and put it to your lips, gently sucking in and letting it sit before breathing out. "Like that," He took it and tried to imitate what you did. After 3 seconds of inhaling, he started coughing. You tried not to laugh, making sure he was okay. He stuck his tongue out. "Bleh! That tastes nasty."

"You wanted to try it." He attempted again, this time getting about 4 or 5 seconds of inhale. He coughed less this time. You two took turns before he laid down with a low moan. "I feel like I'm flying." You were a bit faded too, but his eyes were getting pretty red under his sunglasses. You laughed at his state, never expecting to see the greatest sorcerer like this. He stared at the ceiling while you turned on Jhene Aiko. "Fuck... y/n, i feel so good." He almost moaned. You couldnt deny, you blushed at that. You also couldnt believe how dramatic he was sometimes. He sat up. "And hungry."

"Someone has the munchies," You sang along. He grabbed the bag from the sweet shop earlier and stared eating. One thing you never understood about him was how he could eat any sweets he wanted and still have the most handsome abs in the universe. He always had muscles ever since you known him. And he has never gone a day without a million sweets. Made absolutely zero sense. "You know Shaggy was a stoner." You mumbled, taking another hit and sitting next to him, huddling closer.

"From Scooby Doo?"

"No, from Dora, stupid." He laughed. Normally he wouldve had something witty to say back, but he just laughed like you were Pete Davidson.

"It was so obvious he was smoking, do you remember Mary Jane?"

"Hell yeah, she was 12 year old me's idol."

"Huh, i thought it wouldve been Daphne" He took a hit, starting to get the hang of it. He still coughed almost every time.

"Why?"

"Dunno, she was hot." You shook your head, not even wanting to argue or reason. You watched as he switched from donut to blunt, almost confusing the two time to time. He handed you the blunt and you gradually brought it to your lips, feeling the vibe. "Zoinks! Mary Jane's like my favorite name!" You spit out any smoke you inhaled, coughing whilst bursting out laughing. Not only did he say that out of no where, he did a perfect Shaggy impression, causing you both to throw a laughing fit.

"What the hell is wrong with you Satoru?" You said between coughs before laughing again. Eventually, you both calmed down, staring at each other. You were reminded of what you were daydreaming of earlier, how the hell he kept his muscles. How were they so fine. He read the lustful look in your eyes, then pulled you in for a kiss. The blunt was forgotten on the floor, he climbed on top of you, pinning you down while your hands explored his neck and hair. His hair was so soft. His pace was much quicker than the previous times, his kisses moving down your jaw, then your neck. He hands rushed under your baggy t shirt. "W-wait, Satoru" He looked at you. "You're high...are you-"

"I heard being high during sex feels ten times better."

"But you're not-"

"Y/n, Thats the reason I wanted to get high with you. So Yeah, sober me consents and high me consents. Do you consent?"

"Of course," He went back to kissing down your body. "Plus, you're so gorgeous like this." You scoffed.

"Am I not as gorgeous when youre sober?"

"Eh..." You smacked him on the head gently, making him laugh. He came back up to kiss your lips while smiling. He looked at you, taking off his sunglasses. His shining blue eyes contrasted his reddened sclera. "So fucking beautiful," He mumbled. He couldnt stop kissing you, couldn't get enough. Soon your shirt was gone, then his. Next was your bra. It drove you crazy how he could undo your bra with two fingers in literal seconds. Especially when it took you forever. He played with your tits, praising them before kissing further down your stomach. You giggled, his breath tickling you. Everything was much more sensitive. His hands were in your pants before you knew it. He worked his fingers around your clit, then sliding them down further. He watched as your breath quickened the faster he thrusted his fingers into you. He curls them and you were seeing stars.

"Feel good baby?" You nodded. After three songs by Jhene Aiko in a row, Kali Uchis came on. 'Moonlight' Spotify read.

"Cmon Satoru..." You whined out, making him smirk. His sweatpants were pulled down, and he positioned himself infront of your legs. He wouldn't miss out of teasing you, but it didn't take long for him to be thrusting deep inside you. Both of your moans were much louder than usual. You could already see the noise complaints coming in. He had fucked you high before, considering you were high a lot. But you were never this high, and the high sex was never so sensual. He always held back a little when you've smoked a blunt or joint because he wanted to be the reason youre sensitive out your mind. But now you both were feeling so good. You felt something drip onto your cheek, then your forehead. You looked up in confusion, realizing he was crying. "Toru?" He stared at you, mesmerized. You put your hands on his shoulders in attempt to slow his movements. "Toru, whats wrong?"

"Im so fucking in love with you..." He mumbled, putting his head into your shoulder. You moaned into his ear with each thrust. "You dont even understand...I refall inlove with you every fucking day..." You smiled, kissing his cheek.

"Fuck...Love you so much toru," He cried and moaned into your neck, his face was red. He mumbled sweet words into your ears, professing his love over and over. He came inside you with a loud cry, you followed. "Fuck!" His voice cracked, taking deep breaths.

You two laid there trying to catch your breath, he was still holding onto you tight. As if he let go, you'd disappear. The moment was so intimate, there was basically red leds and roses everywhere. It reminded you of the day you realized you were in love with him. It was on a mission sophomore year, you two were paired up to find a grade 1 curse. When you thought you had got rid of it, it came right at you. Gojo had pushed you out of the way, and fought the curse. There was a moment, and total of 20 seconds where you believed he was dead. In those 20 seconds, a million thoughts and emotions overwhelmed you. Guilt, worry, sadness, anger. But he got up like nothing had happened and laughed at your face. You rolled your eyes, but that night your feelings were abundantly clear. Your worst thought during those 20 seconds was "I never got to tell you how much I loved you". You never thought you would use that word in the same sentence as Gojo, but you did, and you meant it. Maybe in another life, he had actually died. Maybe in this life, you were given another chance. So you made sure you didnt waste that opportunity.

"I love you y/n" He wiped his tears, kissing your cheek over and over. "Youre my everything." You smiled at him, catching him in a kiss.

"Zaza got you emotional, huh?"

"I'm seriously your shaggy, you're my Mary Jane" You snorted at that.

"You don't smoke enough for me, plus im not as hippie as her." You said sarcastically, laying on your side when he pulled out. "Anything else?"

"Morticia and Gomez Adams. Cause I'd kill for you." You giggled, rolling your eyes. "Are you calling me emo?"

"Jeez y/n, just accept my love!" He whined.

"Love you too, 'toru"

[spacedlexi]

i just think a "friended/romanced + saved + trust aj" violet does such a good job rounding out the plot and characters of S4 and i dont say that lightly

she walls people off out of fear just like S3 clem did and learned to grow out of through the compassion of others. feeling like she could have done more to save minnie being what initially makes her step up to lead, but her accepting her love for clem (and clem choosing to save her) is what leads to her Truly accepting the school and everyone inside it as her Home and gives her something to fight for ("i tried my damnedest not to care about either of you. and i still couldnt tell you why." "i know where youre coming from. after losing so many people, sometimes its easier to keep everyone at arms length." "and then you wonder why you fight so hard to stay alive. i dont wonder anymore."). this being the reasoning behind violets detachment from the school, as well as a negative home life impacting her idea of what a home even was. but together they turn ericson from a prison into the home theyve BOTH been looking for, renaming it together, and envisioning it for the future together. the two of them understand each other deeply, from what theyve lost to how its affected them and the poor ways theyve decided to react to it. but through their support of the other, they BOTH get to evolve into more relaxed and confident versions of themselves, who know Exactly what theyre fighting for

her troubled relationship with brody and getting to learn more about what happened with the twins/violets reaction to it and how she ultimately blames herself/brodys guilt about her part in it and how she misses violet. getting the chance to mend that relationship before its too late. the 3 of them becoming closer because of it. and getting to develop clems friendship with brody leads to a more impactful moment later in the basement

her relationship with tenn reflecting clems relationship with aj, in the way they both made the decision to look after their respective boys after their primary guardians died (ajs parents, tenns sisters). both of them can understand the responsibilities they have taken upon themselves, and how hard it can be to do right. the 4 of them become a tight knit group quickly. especially in EP2 as vi supports clem while tenn supports aj through the marlon fiasco

her confused relationship with minerva introducing interesting conflict both within her relationship with clem (who has her own personal conflict with minerva, which vi still ties into through her relationship with both minnie and tenn) and the over arching plot, which has themes of learning when to let someone go because they are no longer who they once were (clem and lilly "we were family once", mitch about ms martin "you get all caught up in who people used to be, and you cant deal with whats in front of you", violet about minnie "the real minnie? shes been gone this whole time and i have to stop mourning her")

having a saved violet on the boat expanding the conversation with minerva about her motivations with the delta. violet apologizing for never looking for her, minnie saying she knows she would have but that its too late now, so sure this is just the way things have to be. getting to hear minnie say "you can be rewarded, just like i am", giving us insight into her character. and clem getting the last word before she rams the door down, her and violet fighting minnie Together. and violet saves clems life, making the Choice to shoot minerva, which in and of itself is a huge moment for violets character in regards to her relationship with both minnie And clem

and aj shooting tenn on the bridge brings things full circle, by putting violet in the same position louis was in EP2, where aj has killed the most important person to her, in an effort to save her life, and now she must reckon with those feelings the same way louis had to about marlon. not so easy now is it violet? ("so youre mad, but sad" "can i be that for a while?" "yeah, its ok")

just... ough... violets whole character just fits into Everything so well, but in a way that elevates the characters and plots around her, while also developing her into her own

[myfanstories]

My sweet, sweet Snow

~ Jake Seresin (hangman) x fem!reader (Snow White)

Summary: Snow White has always spend her birthday alone, no one could convince her to let go of the pathetic tradition, not even her best friends... but she's willing to give up her tradition to spend time with her not so boyfriend, but also boyfriend Hangman. Except he doesnt make a move to plan something for her birthday... or so she thinks. Because while Snow is sulking on her birthday all day, Hangman is trying his hardest to give her the birthday surprise she will hopefully always remember.

A/N: I've recently become obsessed with Top Gun and I couldnt get this off my mind!! Its based of one of my favorite new girl scenes :) Also English isnt my first language so I apologise for any mistakes. And also this is just pure fluff it made me sick... I might open my requests for a while but just for topgun but idk, kinda scared so feel free to give me some feedback!!

“Got anything planned for your birthday tomorrow, Snow?” looking up at Mickey, you sighed lightly, shaking your head no and giving him a sheepish smile “No, I’m not really a birthday party kinda person so I think I’ll just do what I always do. But thanks for remembering that its my birthday tomor-” a deep groan sounded from beside you and as you look up looked at Rooster he rolled his eyes at you, hard. As you played with the rim of your drink, a soft laugh escaped your lips “What?” Rooster looked at Mickey and sighed “Ever since I’ve known our precious Snow White over here, she does the same freaking thing for her birthday. I’ve known you for what, like 4 years now?” “5” You corrected as he pointed a finger at you “5 years now and we’ve never celebrated your birthday together… you always do the same thing” leaning back in your chair Mickey looked at you with a confused but curious look on his face “Which is?” and just as you were about to reveal your annual birthy tradition, a deep and confident voice spoke from beside you “Going to the movies, eating nacho’s covered in spicy salsa, salty popcorn and a large diet coke on the side” looking up, Hangman winked at you “Snow White please, just for once.. let us plan something for you” Rooster begged “Well I think its kinda cute” Mickey shot back and you lightly slapped your hands on the table they were sitting at “Thank you Fanboy” a soft wince escaped fanboy’s lips “But its also very pathetic” a soft blow landed on Fanboy’s shoulder as he jumped back slightly with a laugh, just avoiding the second round of slaps as you raised your hand again “I just like my little tradition okay? Growing up I always got my hopes high for my birthday but when my parents failed to provide each year I made an agreement with myself to let my birthday be a little self pity party” you explained “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need a refill”

As the young aviator stood up and walked over to the bar Rooster turned to Hangman with a slight smile on his face “She doesnt have a single clue about the surprise party tomorrow its gonna be great man” Hangman let his gaze fall on the girl at the bar, just as you turned back to him shooting him a wink, waiting for your drink “You think she’ll like it?” Ever since that one faithful and drunken night a couple weeks ago (where a ridiculous amount of tequila had been involved which led to a very sloppy, drunken but very real kiss) you and Hangman were attached to the hip. There was no denying the two of you were ever anything less then hopelessly in love with each other and it turns out tequila was all the liquid courage both of you needed “I’m not gonna lie, I think she might pass out” Phoenix added as she joined the small group, Mickey cleared his throat as a sign you were walking back from the bar and Rooster quickly picked up a conversation with Phoenix and Fanboy as Hangman put his arm out for the girl to walk into, you gladly accepted his offer with a smile and leaned into his side. Since that first kiss you both obviously knew you liked each other… a lot. But you cant escape the elephant in the room, one Hangman was slowly starting to pick up on “You good?” He questioned and you nodded, removing a few misplaced hairs from his forehead “Perfect” Hangman leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the side of your head as a tiny blush formed on your cheeks “Gross, Hangman as your boyfriend is the biggest ick I’ve ever seen” Rooster commented and you rolled your eyes jokingly “He’s not my boyfriend” you spoke, turning to Hangman who had a confused but amused look on his face “they just dont get it” “Why would they?” Hangman agreed with a soft laugh “You sleep at mine tonight, right baby?” You asked, earning a laugh from the group “Ofcourse baby” Rooster made a gagging noise as Hangman pulled you closer to him. Smiling at him your heart couldnt help but ache a little. He may act like your boyfriend, treat you like his girlfriend but every day you’re confronted with the fact that you’ve never had the “what are we” talk. Sure, the person currently in space could see how in love the man was with you but still… a little reassurance from time to time would be nice.. it also didnt help the fact he hasnt once asked you if you would maybe consider spending your birthday with him instead of going to the movies alone.

After a few more hours of laughs and a couple more drinks you and Hangman decided to call it a night and head back to your place.

Turning off the light in the bathroom you made your way over to the bed. Crawling next to Jake who was on his side, with his back turned to you scrolling on his phone. A loud squeel you never expected to come out of Jake’s mouth escaped his lips as you placed your hands against his bare waist. Pausing for a second, you blinked a couple of times before a loud laugh sounded from your mouth “what was that?!” “Your hands woman! They’re so cold” you continued laughing as you curled yourself up next to him “Oh yeah? Wait till you feel my feet” and just as he was about to protest your feet made contact against his back and he quickly turned around, pushing you away slightly as another squeel escaped him. Your laugh’s were cut off by a gasp from Hangman as he looked over at the nightstand next to you “What?” You questioned, looking over to see the time on the tiny clock places on a stack of books next to you. You read the time and a small smile made its way to your face, 00:02. As your face was being pampered with kisses you couldnt help but giggle as Hangmans hand was wrapped slightly around your throat to keep your head in place. He paused for a second, hand still in the same position and looked you at you with sparkling eyes “Happy birthday my sweet sweet Snow” you smiled wide “Thank you my sweet sweet Hangman” leaning in he placed a very soft kiss on your lips, one you could only describe as one full of love but the loving kiss quickly turned into a more deeper, passionate one. You could feel the grip Jake had on your neck get a little thighter and you couldn’t help yourself as a soft moan escaped your lips. And lets just say, after that… you might have had the best start of a birthday in a very very long time.

Morning came way quicker than you had anticipated when a slight shift in the bed made you open your eyes. They quickly closed again, not having the strenght to get up yet but then sound of your phone dragged you out of your sleepy state. Grabbing your phone, you tapped on the screen revealing the time, 9:23. You groaned softly and rolled over to the side, expecting Jake to be snoring next to you softly but you were met with an empty left side. Tapping your phone again you could see you already had 6 messages in your Dagger Squad group chat, one from Penny, a missed call from your mom and a message from your brother. Just as you were about to open the text chat of you and Jake his name popped up on top of your screen. You sighed as you read the message.

Jake&lt;3: got called into base last minute… see you after work???

You: Oh?? Something I can help with?

Jake&lt;3: No, I’m with Javy and Mav!! What time does your movie start again?

You: starts at 5

Jake&lt;3: okay my sweet girl!!! Enjoy the movie and I’ll drop by after okay? Happy bday ❤️❤️❤️

Opening the squad’s groupchat you smiled at all the kind and somewhat inappropriate birthday messages from some people.

And to think this time for the last couple of years you were bawling your eyes out first thing in the morning… you couldn’t actually remember the last time you felt somewhat happy on your birthday but this group, this family, they were something else. Something worth smiling on your birthday for. The only thing bothering you right now was the fact that Jake wasnt here. You obviously didnt expect him to stay with you all day, but you also kind of expected him to have something planned for your birthday. But then again, this was a good reminder to yourself that your birthday was still the most lonely day of the year for you and it honestly didnt feel like it was gonna change soon. On the other hand, you were glad Jake was respecting the wishes he thought you had, which was to be alone, and then meet up later. But little did you know Jake was currently freaking out because someone decided to fuck up the birthday cake.

“You had one job Rooster… one job” Payback hissed as he looked over his shoulder seeing Jake walk over to them “I’m sorry okay?! I must have send the bakery the wrong picture” Jake frowned at the sight in front of him as Payback and Rooster obviously had a frustrating and hushed conversation going on “Everything okay here?” Payback pinched the bridge of his nose and Rooster swallowed hard “I’m sorry” he whispered, opening the box of the cake to reveal it to the aviator in front of him who’s smile dropped in an instant at the sight in front of him “Rooster” Bradley hummed in response, suddenly afraid to speak up “Walk away please” Hangmans tone was calm, way too calm “Look we can-“ “Walk away please I’m so serious or I’m gonna hurt you” Rooster lowered his head in defeat, earning a pat from Payback on his back as he left the two men standing there “Payback… what are our bare asses doing on Snow's birthday cake” he could recognize the picture from a mile away because he too was butt ass naked in the picture, in fact if it wasnt a birthday cake for the love of his life he would have thought this was freaking hilarious and would be on the floor, howling “We’ll just cover the butts with some frosting its fine” Payback quickly responded “Ayo! Decorations are ready, Phoenix has the hard drive and Bob is-“ Javy’s voice suddenly went quiet as he looked at the cake on the table “If you laugh, I will sucker punch you” Jake warned and Javy slapped his hand on his mouth to keep himself from laughing and cleared his throat “Thats so fucked up man” his voice cracking at the end of his sentence as Jake slowly turned his head to his Wingman “Fix. It” he growled before turning his back on the two men and walking away. Grabbing his phone out of his backpocket he noticed a few texts from the birthday girl but as he was about to answer he passed Rooster “Chill out man its gonna b- oomph” a loud groan escaped Rooster’s lips as Jake punched him square in the sack. Falling on his knees he winced slightly, speaking up with a squeeky voice “I deserved that”

Time passed slowly today as you finally made your way to the downtown theatre, a sigh softly escaped your lips as the girl on the other side of the phone made her last attempt to get you to come out with her “We’ll celebrate it another time, its fine!” You spoke into the phone, just as you paused in front of the steps of the cinema “And honestly.. I think this is gonna sound ridiculous but.. I kind of had my hopes up that I would be spending the day with Jake you know. But then again, he’s not my boyfriend so I dont know why I got my hopes up in the first place” “Okay first of all, its not ridiculous. I too would expect my BOYFRIEND to plan something for me, so I would be frustrated as well” Phoenix put extra emphasis on the word boyfriend, making you smile “Second of all, he is your freaking boyfriend! I jokingly overheard him calling you his wife to some of the student aviators the other day but honestly I don’t really think he was joking that much. But if its that important to you that you officially put labels on it, why dont you just ask him?” “I dont know Nix.. anyway, I’m at the movies right now. I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” As they bid their goodbye’s to each other, you made your way to the front of the cinema. Paying for your ticket, grabbing your snacks of choice you found a good seat not to close and not too far away from the big screen. You were kinda surprised the theatre would be this busy at 5 in the afternoon, but didnt put any further thought into it.

Looking at your phone one more time you noticed Jake didnt answer any of your text messages you send to him throughout the day, which kinda made your heart sink for a second. Turning it on silent, you sighed and popped a nacho in your mouth as the lights slightly dimmed and the screen lit up. A familiar voice suddenly boomed through the speakers and you almost spit out your drink as the face of the one and only Jake Seresin popped up on the screen “What?” You quietly mumbled, confusion taking over

“Hey Y/N, its Jake… you obviously know that but uh, I know this is what you do every year on your birthday by yourself but I just thought this year you might want a little company”

“You mind if I sit down?” Tearing your eyes away from the screen you looked up to see Jake standing next to you “Oh my god” you just whispered and he sat down, a smile on his face as he put his arm around you pulling you a bit closer. You interwined your right hand with the one he placed over your right shoulder and he gave it a light squeeze “Look under the seat and read the paper, I’ll wait” Movie-Jake called and you moved your snacks to the empty chair next to you and felt under the seat, reaching for a piece of paper “How did you know I was gonna sit here?” You whispered “We put one under every seat but you gotta go fast because of the timing” he whispered fast and you scanned the piece of paper in your hands “My name is Snow and I’m never afraid to deliver you a blow. I’m the best at dogfight and I cant see so lets turn on the light” suddenly the lights of the theathre went on and you were met with several people jumping up from their chair. A gasp escaped your lips as you scanned the room, tears slowly forming its way into your eyes. The dagger squad was here, throwing confetti at you while cheering. You also noticed Mav and Penny holding some balloons and even Hondo was here with a birthday hat on. You laughed at the sight of them and Jake stood up sushing them “Quiet! Quiet, timing guys” you locked eyes with Phoenix as they all sat back down again, the theatre lights dimming again and she winked at you.

Across the screen came with big letters “Happy birthday Snow” with snowflakes falling in the background on the screen, Roosters dramatic voice boomed through the speakers “In the beginning there was nothing and then there was light and dark and birds and oceans and stuff and then there was Y/N” fireworks popped up on the screen and you looked over at Rooster who was smiling proudly at the screen. Then suddenly Phoenix popped up

“What do I think when I think of Y/N?” It popped over to Bob “What do I think when I think of Y/N” then Mav “What do I think when I think of Y/N” and then Phoenix again “I think of warmth, dance parties, friendship, tequila and love, so much love. She’s my best friend and I thank my lucky stars everyday she walked into my life” silent tears were streaming down your face as you looked up at the screen in admiration. Coyote was next “Honestly, I just think of love. I remember hearing her call sign before I met her and I thought it meant she was cold as ice but turns out, she’s just a real life princess” “When I think of Y/N I think of uh- her eyes cuz she has glasses sometimes and uh she has the hair thing you know… I feel like I’m doing this wrong?” you laughed at Bob, whiping away some fallen tears “Snow does not like being tackled” Fanboy said earning a laugh from the theatre full of friends “When I think of her I just feel love, she never fails to make me smile and has been there for me every step of the way. Sometimes I dont think we deserve her. She takes care of us, will literally physically fight anyone for us and will never let me or the rest of the squad down. On the ground and in the air as my wingwoman. In a very platonic way, she’s the love of my life” Rooster said and now you were just full on sobbing as the rest of the messages played on the screen, but the best one was yet to come. Meanwhile Jake was looking over at you, his nerves were building up as he knew his message would pop up next. “Y/N, when I think of you I think of all the ways you have made all of us a better person. But especially me. The first time I knew I was a goner was when you threw your helmet at me when I left you hanging in the air on one of our first practice runs together. As you were screaming at me saying how I was selfish for putting the rest of the squad in danger I could only think of one thing and that was the fact I felt my heart stop for a moment and then my brain told my body, so this is what love feels like. I was also thinking about how hot you looked screaming at me but thats beside the point” soft laughs were heard from the audience as you shook your head “Y/N, my sweet sweet Snow, my love… you are the very not platonic love of my life and I pinch myself everyday because I still cannot believe I’m so lucky to call myself your boyfriend. Happy birthday” the lights went back on as the door to the theatre opened, Rooster walking in with a cake in his extended arms as the theatre began to stand up and sing for you. Jake stood up with a smile and turned to you but noticed you didnt move. Just staring at your hands as silent sobs escaped your body. Worried, he sat back down next to you and moved your hair out of the way with his one hand while grabbing your legs with the other “Hey? Everything okay?” He whispered, the people around you still wildly singing happy birthday. With teary eyes you looked up at him “You called yourself my boyfriend” you said between sobs and he chuckled lightly “I am your boyfriend” he stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You threw your hands around his neck and pulled him into a very tight hug, still sniffing tears “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you” as you pulled back, you grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hard. You could feel him smile into the kiss and as you let go he grabbed your hand and helped you stand up as Rooster made its way over to you with the birthday cake. You blew out the candles and while looking around the room, your heart was bursting with love as you scanned the people present. You truly had the best family in the entire world and no one could convince you otherwise

“Rooster, why is your bare ass staring at me on my birthday cake?”

[crushedsweets]

Give Zalgo lore pls/nf

ok ok . so zalgo lore is still under the works, but i have core concepts down for him . . .

lots of demon and goat and skeletal imagery, obviously. . . eyes, too. lots of eyes. he likes to take them, says it gives him more sight over the forest - which he thinks he's the 'ruler' of.

as for plot. he was a demon that sort of 'ran' the forest while O/S was dormant. he ate people who came in, made monsters out of the animals, made the general area roaming with the paranormal - he likes chaos, horror, power.

when O/S woke up, he was quickly dethroned. he's weaker than them, 'allergic' to their bodies/presence, etc.

slendy's jaw is able to detach and he vomits a liquid that's poison to zalgo - said liquid is used as the ink in the slender pages. when the proxies surrounded the forest with slender pages, it acted as a sort of... force field? It trapped zalgo - and his puppets - in the forest. sort of like a salt circle! they can't tear down the pages, can't even get close to them without adverse reactions. this is why slendy and the proxies get so heated when they're messed with.

so zalgo is angry. for a long while, he's using animals to try and win back power. he'll infect deer, bears, even rabbits. it didn't really do anything . . those animals are also sick to O/S liquid, and the proxy cabin has pages all around it. zalgo couldn't get close to the proxies or proxy victims, so he couldnt infect humans.

until an infertile, desperate woman came to the forest. she was deluded, praying for a child, begging for anything. she planned to kill herself that night in the forest, but zalgo promised her a child. she left soon after, unaware that it worked. that was lazari's mother. but of course, once the woman left, zalgo couldn't go visit her. humans remained useless to him, but he realized that it wasn't ALL humans he couldn't get close to. just tainted ones.

then Lulu came along. she died in the forest after a hazing ritual that involved swimming in the forest's lake in freezing weather, later succumbing to hypothermia. the sorority girls, terrified of the consequences, buried her in the forest and ran off. so zalgo infected her corpse. but lulu was weak, docile, foggy - generally, a massive disappointment.

then Ann came along. she was dragged by a 'fan' who was obsessed with her redroom content and wanted to make his own, so he killed her in the abandoned hospital at the forest. kate killed the man, but zalgo infected ann's corpse very quickly. ann was a much better suitor, having already been a violent, disgusting person when she was alive - BUT she was also trapped in the hospital. it was a labyrinth to her, and while she tried to attack the proxies at first, she eventually realized it was futile and gave up. once again, a failure.

finally, his daughter returns to the forest - being dragged along by an older girl named Dina. Lazari bit Dina weeks prior, infecting Dina and ruining her life. so she wanted to kill Lazari as a sort of divine punishment, since they belonged to the same religious cult.

Lazari immediately kills Dina. Lazari runs to escape the forest, dripping in blood and grime and guilt and shame - and she is trapped by the fucking pages. While Lazari is away, Zalgo infects Dina's corpse. and oddly enough, Dina seems like a much stronger candidate. level headed, determined, angry.

AND THAT'S WHERE IM AT RIGHT NOW!!!

at this point in the story, the proxies are trying to figure out what to do with zalgo. while the operator seems to be getting weaker, zalgo is getting stronger - he has four girls running around the forest, and while 3/4 of them want nothing to do with him, he's still getting a better footing against the proxies. soooo... now they gotta deal with that!!!

TLDR;

zalgo was the 'ruler' of the forest until O/S woke up. now he wants power back, but slenderman's "vomit" acts as a salt circle that traps zalgo in and protects the proxies.

so, he begins infecting corpses in the area.

he can only infect corpses that died in the forest and were NOT killed by proxies. if they were even touched by the proxies, he can't infect it.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for returning a dog after only a couple days of owning him?

Some context, my partner (I'll call him Greg, 24m) and I (21 he/she) came to an agreement 3 months ago. The agreement was that if I got myself out of a depressive slump that had been straining our relationship for the past couple years, he'd get me a dog. I was overjoyed at this because I've wanted a dog ever since I was a kid, and it was probably the best motivation he could give.

I'm proud to say that I made a lot of progress, and I'm doing much better now. So, as promised, Greg agreed that I could get the dog. Maybe a little under a week after that, Greg found an adorable little chihuahua/dachshund mix online and we both excitedly prepared to adopt him. We arranged to meet him almost immediately, and he was adopted within 2 days.

I will admit, after Greg agreed to get the dog, I was having some doubts. I knew dogs were a lot of work and I didn't think we were ready to take on such a big responsibility, especially since we already had two cats to take care of. Greg was just so excited to find a dog for me, and I agreed to adopt the dog, but only because I couldnt think fast enough to stop and discuss my concerns. I was under the impression that this was what I wanted, so my doubts could just be chalked up to "new pet anxiety", so my brain went on autopilot and said "yes".

He was a perfect little guy, well behaved save for some anxiety, didn't bark at all, house trained, just a super sweet dog. However, it soon became apparent to us that he was SO much more work to take care of than we anticipated. We had to keep an eye on him all the time so he wouldn't chew or eat anything he wasn't supposed to, plus he had separation anxiety so he had to be in the same room as us at all times. One of our cats hated him, so we had to be sure the two of them were separated. Playing with him and walking him was easy and fun, but we had to do it every couple hours because chiweenies are a very energetic breed.

There was no time for me and Greg to have time to ourselves and each other, and the stress built up and I started to get cranky at little things. I even lashed out at Greg once, which is exactly something I had tried to work on during those 3 months. To add onto all this, a huge storm hit us and our living room flooded, and we're still in the process of undoing the damage. The stress since adopting him went on for a total of 4 days, but it felt like so much longer. I haven't cried so hard for so long in a really long time. Somewhere in that time I had made my doubts about adopting him known, which I still feel stupid for admitting them too late.

Greg says he feels incredibly guilty for the whole situation since he's the one who was so quick to pick out and adopt the dog. I said it was fine, and I should have forced myself to express my doubts earlier despite whatever anxieties were in the way. He said he had just wanted to give me something I'd always wanted and assumed that everything would be fine.

I want to make it clear that we're well aware that this has nothing to do with the dog, nor do we hate him or mistreat him. We've been taking good care of him and he's been having the time of his tiny life with us so far, which is why I'm so reluctant to give him back to the shelter. Maybe we could be good dog owners, but on the other hand, all the stress haopened so quickly and forcefully, and it was too much to ignore. Sometimes I couldn't even be in the same room with the dog because it hurt too much.

Me and Greg are returning him to repair our relationship, focus on ourselves and get us in a stable place, financially. We figure giving him back to the shelter will give him a chance to go to a better, nicer home that's actually ready for him, but I can't shake the feeling that maybe I should've given him a chance. I feel like ultimately this was the right choice but at the same time, I'm super unsure about how we handled the whole thing. AITA? Should we have kept the dog?

What are these acronyms?

[st-armand]

Plug!Hobie x Fem!Reader Part 2

Authors Note: Vomited this out because I couldnt stop thinking about him <3, I was going to add perverted hobie a touch in there but opted to save it for another time.

Content Warnings: black reader, fem reader, drug use, use of the n word once, weed smoking, suggestive

Masterlist • Part 1

You message Hobie within the hour,

“Hey punk boy pull up here to get your food and shit.”

“Punk boy?” “Alright I’ll be ‘here soon”

You gave him the location of a train station a block away from your home, Hobie has no issues with not knowing your place, he’s seen the neighborhood, one that was here before the V.E.N.O.M. occupation, a remnant of old NYC.

Hobie arrives quicker than expected, not only because he can carelessly swing throughout the city, but he’s embarrassingly excited to get the chance to talk to you alone.

When Hobie throws you a text that he’s here, you jump up anxiously assuming you’d have a bit more time to get acclimated.

You throw on some slides and your adidas track pants to hurry to the station with a reusable shopping bag carrying 4 containers of food and the cash nestled inside a cute baggie you found lingering in your home.

He’s trying to be as inconspicuous as he can despite the fact the sticks out like a sore thumb, a random punk, and while he is black and easily fits into the community racially and ethnically, he knows he can be seen as an easy lick, especially to petty criminals and gang members who think they can size him up, he doesn’t want to get pressed with weed on him, even if he’s prepared to fight it’s still inconvenient for him. He leans on a bus stop pole (You know the exact lean I’m talking about too) back pressed and slightly arched, shirt riding up his abdomen.

When you do finally spot his lanky ass you’re mesmerized by his effortless persona, you wonder if you could ever have a mask as unshakable as his. He does see you staring, his eyes find you easily in at the busy intersection filled with food carts, fruit and vegetable stands, and of course elderly Latinas selling snacks, and all kind of cold treats for the muggy day.

When you do come up to him you’re not too sure how to break the ice, every possible starter interaction feels forced, uncomfortable or uptight, but you try anyway, you want your weed, you want to go home, and you kind of want him, but that can be explored on another day, you always get the people you’ve set your sights on and now Hobie is added to that arsenal.

“Hey punk boy, got your treats,”

“Well ‘bout time you showed up, feels like I been waitin’ forever”

He hasn’t, you both know that, he especially so consider it took only 20 minutes to swing to the area, but you don’t need to know that or his alternative identity as the protector of formerly NYC, New London.

You hand over the shopping bag with the food and money, and expectantly hold your hand out in a handshake (I do this with my plug, he dabs me up and we exchange the weed through our hands like that).

He looks at you confused, and instead rummages through his sling bag (I headcanon that very few of his pants have fully functional pockets, so he makes all kinds of accessorized bags to carry his stuff ) to give you a brown paper bag, a mason jar inside of it.

You look at it, then him as he’s looking over the meals you’ve packed, not even bothering to count the cash, he knows a person like you wouldn’t short him, especially with how desperate you looked for some bud earlier.

You inspect the mason jar, and gawk.

The slick bastard gave you and OUNCE, not even comparable to the food and money you’ve given him, there must be a catch.

“This ain’t what I paid for nigga.”

Another boisterous laughs ripples through him, “Consider it a welcomin’ gift, gotta watch over the community and hotties like you in it right? I always give freebies, plus it looked like you really needed it.”

You’re shocked by his generosity but it doesn’t fully absolve the apprehension you have.

The next few times you keep the same routine until one day you’re feeling extra bold, in an especially eye-catching outfit, you invite him to your apartment.

“Wanna come over to smoke with me for a bit?”

Hobie knows he has patrol in a few hours, and he prefers to not be inebriated while acting as Spiderman, but fuck he wants to be in your apartment draped in your scent, and letting the space fill with the earthy smell of marijuana, he wonders if he can keep your perfume on his body all night just by being your vicinity. Its safe to say he’s a bit smitten, and your unreadable personality draws him in the learn more about you.

“Yeah sure let me check if ‘m free” Hobie doesn’t check shit, just closes his eyes letting a few beats in time pass before opening them again. “Yeah I don’ have anyt’ing else to do.” You don’t call him out for his actions, you roll your eyes and huff in annoyance, but nevertheless you lead the way back to your place.

Hobie lingers behind you, taking in the surroundings of the generationally inhabited homes, some of them extremely derelict compared to the freshly renovated and constructed luxury apartments that the bourgeois New Londoners occupy a few blocks over, a blatant exhibition on poverty and gentrification.

He also can’t complain about the view of your hips as they switch with every firm step, or the way with certain moves over cracked pavements, causes your thong to peek out from the waistband of your jeans.

The pair of you finally make it back to your own family-owned home, he lets you take the lead to unlock the doors and usher him in, you hesitate, you want to tell him to get comfy but you hate when people except you sit on the old furniture with outside clothes on.

But Hobie is an extremely considerate house guest, he takes of his heavy doc martens.

(Yes I know about the N*zi history, but I also think that Jewish people and alternative folks who actively protect the their communities from white supremacy can reclaim them, also they’re great for stomping people out, I know from experience…)

And he makes no complaints when you lay a blanket over the sectional to cover the worn-down furniture. He rolls up wordlessly once seated (as any real man does, girls and gays don’t roll for themselves).

He doesn’t ask you to lick the papers sealant this time, but you wished he did so you can make an entire theatrical performance of it, especially when his gangly legs are parted so wide, tray in his studded lap—resonating clanks when the metal rolling tray hits them with every shuffle of his body, or how his pierced eyebrows furrow in concentrating, gnawing at the inside of his lip ring, you could get used to this sight.

You dawdle around the apartment, getting your own weed, straightening up any stray clothes including a few pairs of underwear that were strewn about within the piles, clearing the coffee table before sitting down on the other side of the couch causing it to sink around your weight.

“Thanks for rolling Hobie”

“You should never have to roll your own weed, ‘orgeous”

Now this you can get used to, you may not be entirely interested in a partner right now, but having a personal roller seems like an awfully great idea, especially if your rolling machine is Hobie.

Hobie silently hands you the first blunt, lets you light it, keeping close watch to the way you inhale, one, two, three puffs before opening your lips for the air to cool the vapor before inhaling it sharply.

You don’t cough, nor do you choke, an experienced smoker like himself he notes, mesmerized by your reddened heavy-lidded eyes, smoke billowing around you.

Hobie rolls his head along the back of the sectional, inhaling, holding the searing vapor in his throat, long neck and adam’s apple on display, the protrusion bobbing with every flex his throat, a slow exhale of weed smoke from his full, lipstick-stained lips swells in the space.

You’re spellbound by his neck and lips you want to litter his body in bruises and bites, and the high makes the urge to lick and pull at the sterling metal of his lip piercing, drawing his mouth closer to her own, but that was a fantasy for now.

In ambient space of your living room you talk about your ideas, and goals, rambling on about the mundane daily occurrences you both. Hobie adores the fact that you have similar politics to him, maybe you’re more a bit more rigid like a Maoist or a Marxist, or even unlabeled in the work you do political, you might have disagreements over how the world should look post revolution, but you confide in him that you feel protected with a figure like Spiderman handling N*zis and fascists, capitalist and villains of all kinds.

Hobie swells at the compliment, but he chooses to nod eagerly and gauge you more about Spiderman.

“You make the bloke seem p’etty cool, ya know?”

“Have you seen his outfit, Spiderman radiates cool! And he keeps crime to a minimum, despite the infrastructural damage afterwards” you’d laugh.

These visits start happening more regularly, both of your mind’s filled with lingering thoughts of each other and texts compiling of political discourse online, or news of other revolutionaries around the world burrowing through trenches, or with guerilla warfare, taking their freedom by their own means.

You love to send him photos of you smoking the weed you buy from him, lightly dimmed room, puffy lips with a line of soot from the joint marking them up, eyes glossed over, face illuminated by the selfie cameras flash.

He hoards these photos on a locked album in his gallery, but he’s recently taken to bringing along a film camera to snap a few shots of you lounging around the living room, light casting a glint across your irises that drape down your figure in a golden sliver of light, he can’t help but to engrain that visage of you into his brain, even if that means hanging it with his other captured memories.

(Remember my random headcanon about trinkets, I think when Hobie starts getting an influx of film photos he keeps them in a laminated photo album that he flips through when he’s feeling melancholy about his duties as Spiderman, it helps him ground him to the feeling of why he does it, and why he sacrifices his body everyday.)

He even lets you borrow the camera to snap portraits of him too, which he’s surprised your incredibly good at when he receives the final print from a friend who works at a film development studio. He gives you these photos and only a few of the copious he shoots of you, and you don’t pry about what he does with them either, when he hands you a few of the ones you took of him he says a quip like,

“Always wan’ you think’ about me luv” Or “ You ‘et see my ‘andsome face every day huh?”

Over time a friendship cultivates between the two of you, but who will push the boundaries between platonic to something more romantic, and possibly very sensual. Maybe the sensual part before the romantic, just to test the waters first.

[horrendous-bisexual-showdown]

Poll 4

Solveig (She/Her) by @spellinwaiting

Why Should Your OC Win?

her life is so fucking hard she needs to win something just once

What is Your OC Like?

solveig is my tes oblivion oc and she has just SO many problems. imagine being severely mentally ill in a medieval fantasy setting with no access to proper mental health care. one time someone tried to mug her but then realized she had nothing and they felt so bad for her and the whole state she was in the mugger was like 'ok you need help' and became her friend. shes blessed to have an orc wife who loves her no matter how many times she sprints off into the woods in the midst of a manic episode. what else? she has a horse named 'horse' because she couldnt come up with anything better. she wants to be a heroic knight but is far better at killing people than saving them. her solution to most of her problems is to lie face down on the floor motionless for a while (also the picture is done by my friend whose url is @symbie not by me, i hope thats alright, also i put that here cause i didnt know where else to)

Chester Wayne Mallory (He/Him) by @liliflower137

Why Should Your OC Win?

Now at first glance Chester seems like he's on top of things. A talented inventor and programmer, a successful streamer, a husband and kids.

But even at the best of times he's an anxiety ridden mess, and while he would never do anything behind his husband's back he's still not immune to swooning over a hothot man

He's terrible at making decisions, his memory is a mess, and his empty nest syndrome is so bad he basically stole a kid once. And on top of everything, his last name means "an unfortunate person"

Plus there was that time he got trapped in a video game while live on twitch and died like 3 times. So embarassing.

Why not give him a win? He could use the self confidence boost!

What is Your OC Like?

Chester Mallory is a kind very family oriented man who gets attacked to people quickly. He tends to show his love through offering food, so his friends often have fridges full of his leftover spicy noodles.

His entire extended family consists of serial adopters, so his family reunions consists of lots and lots of found families

He lost his right arm in a terrible accident but taught himself to build his own prosthetic purely because he thinks the industry around prosthetics is bullshit

His friends tend to get pretty chaotic which usually leads to him playing the straight man and having to go take a nap after, but he still loves them more than anything, and would do anything to protect them all, especially his best buddies Boris and Malcom.

If you'd like to read about him, his story is "Something New" in the Hlvrai tag of ao3! His AU is called eternal stream! (The picture of him was drawn by @year2000electronics)

[cupoftaae]

Prompts 1 & 11 x Namjoon

""give me time, give us time" x "we're not just friends, and you fucking know it"

see prompt list here

for @ultimatenoona ! thanks for requesting and keeping me busy :) I wrote this on the train ride home from work

you asked me to pick between one and eleven, decided to merge them because why not

Enjoy!!

warnings- angst, swearing, sadness

you remember the night often, it was a new years eve party and all your friends were off somewhere either drunk, making out, high or depressed.

Where did you fall in the middle of all of that?

on the back balcony with your best friend Namjoon, who had just taken you off guard, kissing you when the clock had struck midnight.

you dragged him outside to speak privately

"Im sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I never meant to" he mumbled shyly, unable to look at you.

"you didnt, joon, I was just kinda shocked....I wasnt expecting it"

He nodded, his eyes stuck on the beer can in his grasp.

"Hoseok actually is the one who told me to do it" he snickered, making you smile

"oh yeah?"

"mm" he finally looked at you, hearing amusement in your voice. "He told me to man up and just confess already...which probably is something I should have done before...you know...kissing you"

You blushed harshly, making you reach out to grasp his hand, "I think you just did"

He giggled quietly and nodded, seeming embarrassed "yeah...guess I did"

You smiled at him softly

"I mean, can you blame me? you are so beautiful"

"joon" you giggled, covering your face

He stood up, looking down at you "all my friends doubted me whenever I told em about you" he began "they tried to brush off the closeness as just friendship....but"

You stood up, taking his hand and meeting his face closer

He whispered, cold breath hitting your skin "we're not just friends...and you fucking know it" he smirked

You nervously bit your lip, smiling

To be fair, this thing with him has been slowly burning for a while now, and so although you were shocked he made the move to kiss you, you weren't as surprised to hear that he had an infatuation with you.

You couldnt lie....you had developed feelings for your friend as well

"No.." you shook your head "I guess we aren't huh?"

the memory makes you smile, its something that provides a warm feeling every time it comes into your brain.

You wish that in this current moment however, things were similar to how you two bonded then...all those years ago.

Now, you were adults with responsibilities and work and family.

The both of you had been dating for almost 6 years now, moving in together, doing everything by each others side, you loved every second of it....but you also needed more.

Not from him, but from life itself.

You both werent worried about if you had a wedding or not, it wasnt a main priority for either of you despite your parents urges.

He worked a job 5 days a week, mostly gone from 7am, and getting home at midnight, all while you stayed home and tried to keep yourself busy.

You both had even tried to have a baby, but after months of no luck and a doctors appointment, you were told that it wouldnt be possible. It broke you, leaving you not want to leave home even more so, and of course it took a strain on your relationship.

He stayed out later, you never left that damn room unless it was to cook something for him that he wouldnt even end up appreciating.

You loved him, so fucking much, but you felt helpless as if nothing you did could or would fix the position you both had been in for quite some time. You wanted to live again, You wanted to go back to school and work and begin to experience life once more...but it was impossible to do here.

You both never spoke to eachother anymore, that is, until one night

"we cant keep doing this." you mumbled into the pillow, it had to have been around 4:30 am when he climbed into bed, he reeked of alcohol.

"what?" he was startled, looking over at your laying body, facing away from him.

Finally, you sat up with tears in your eyes, facing him

"honey...." he frowned and tried to hold your hand but you pulled back, "what is going on joon?" you whispered

"what do you mean? everything is fine"

"fine? this is the longest conversation we have had in weeks and you call this fine?" you sniffled, scoffing slightly as he sat against the headboard.

He wasnt sure what to say, so he shrugged

"im tired" you suddenly spoke again

"then...go to sleep sweetheart, im sorry i woke you-"

"no, im tired of this. tired of you pretending you care when you dont, because if you did you wouldnt fucking be coming home so late, you would fucking text me, you would fucking show me some appreciation once in a while, and you would at least fucking TALK TO ME!" you began to shout, standing out of the bed in frustration as warm tears fell off your cheeks.

His eyes widened, heart squeezing as he felt the wind knock out of him. Yes things were rough, but he didnt know it had been this bad.

"and yes..I know we have had a hard year, I know Namjoon, and Im sorry to put it all on you, but we are supposed to be a team, I love you and it feels like you stopped loving me back"

He stood to his feet quickly and made his way in front of you, "no- no no, Y/N, I-I love you so much, baby.." he held you, "why didnt you say anything earlier?"

"because you are never home!!!" you cried, pushing away

"im sorry...i dont blame you for anything, you didnt do anything wrong, the baby-"

"its more than that, I feel stuck here" you gestured between the both of you, anger filling your body.

He looked at you, pleading eyes

"I cant...I cant do it anymore" you exhale shakily

"no" he stepped closer, instantly falling to his knees in front of your legs. "baby...im sorry" he whispered, feeling tears prick his own eyes. "i'll do better, we can get better I promise, Whatever you want ill get you, we can get married, is that it? is that what you want? anything.... just please- dont leave me" he pressed his face against your thigh as you looked down at him

"I dont know what to say Namjoon" you cry, hand wiping your tears "I am over all of it"

He grasped your hand and looked up, "honey...please no no, im here, I will change we can do better" his eyes were wide, youve never seen him so vulnerable. "give me time, give us time....we- we can do it, yeah?"

You shrugged helplessly "we are gonna need to fix a lot more than you think...."

He nodded quick, "anything baby, anything, we will start as soon as we can....i cant do this without you" he pressed himself closer to you as you both cried, emotions on ice as the rooms tension and sadness infiltrated your hearts.

"dont leave...dont leave..." he whispered, repeating it to himself.

"....I wont"

[221b-alovestory]

Let's go through this segment of 'the lying detective once again.

Can I add how Martin acted his as* off in these 10 mins of the episode. He made it look so easy. The way he slipped into spectrum of emotions with such few dialogues is just applaud worthy. This was his peak performance in bbc Sherlock according to me( other than roof top scene). There was a reason why Benedict always spoke highly of him.

Here we can see John acting total aloof, stone cold, wanting to get out of baker street, away from him asap. Whereas Sherlock, against his nature using 'small talk' to make him stay (... giving virtual hugs to him right now)

John tries to leave three times 🥹

And then this happens. His worst nightmare!! Realising that Sherlocks heart belongs to someone else was not something he was prepared for. See how his body language changes. Suddenly the indifferent John starts to feel these plethora of emotions or rather couldnt contain it in his heart anymore -

1) Shock

2) Insane jealousy ( he looks like he is going to murder someone tbh)

3 ) Ohh he loves Irene so much( John are you trying to set your best friend with someone or talking himself out of it) . Love how John calls him ' posh boy' in his head ❤️. He also reminds himself of how both of them were idiots falling for the wrong person.

3) ....still didnt find a single nice thing for Irene😂

4 ) He couldnt take it any longer and his heart pours out in front of Sherlock

5) Things get better with him and here they are..John keeping him right, Sherlock making him smile ( the smile that reaches his eyes damn it)

All these in a matter of what few hours. How could John even think he could survive without his detective. He needs his chaos as much as Sherlock needs his comfort. Johnlock is canon..always ❤️

[nondienary]

i saw this post sharing designs of the infinights in GL2 and it inspired me to share my own! enjoy (i guess)

and obligatory spoilery rambling warning because character design makes me so happy

starting off strong with kyborg!

details i enjoy- his blue hairties and gold ear cuff are inspired by the ones he has in the picture on the home page of the stinky dragon wiki. im especially happy with the ear cuff because it turned out way better than i expected.

i also really like the arm (and yes i know he doesnt have the diagem in it anymore but it needed some pizazz! said pizazz made me temporarily hate myself because it used up his 4th face accessory slot but i don't even remember what other face accessory i wanted for him anymore :P)

also his boots. idk why but i like them

his hair!! i went through a bunch of styles and chose this one and i'm glad i did because this is a pretty accurate representation of how i imagine his hair, including the color! his mom was a redhead so ya boi is a strawberry blond (ish)

details i do NOT enjoy- the fact that gl2 doesnt have a hip quiver :( because i had to add the quiver to his back but that took up his second cape slot so he couldnt have his cloak of many fashions. and also even if i could give it to him w the back quiver i would still want a hip quiver because i imagine him with a hip quiver! because you can't do somersaults barrel rolls with a quiver on your back!

anyway

i probably should have made these separate posts but oh well you signed up for rambling and rambling is what you get!

next up: mudd!

loml

details i enjoy: his cloak, i spent ages on it because i was overthinking what to do with his cloak of billowing vs his cloak of the secret garden (?) but i'm very happy with what i settled on

the detail in the undercut drove me crazy because again, characters are limited to 4 cace accessory and i was using one for the runes in the undercut. which i obviously changed but that brought me so much pain and misery /lh

im so happy with how his face, especially his eyes turned out because again, i struggled with them for some time. but now his face is SO perfect. except the lack of sideburns.. maybe something with the side hairs? i keep forgetting that's an option in this game

the little daisy earring. spur of the moment addition, so glad i did it.

details i do NOT enjoy: his outfit :( for all the others i knew what i was going for but with mudd i had no clue other than the cloak. it's based off his puppet outfit because i legitimately couldn't think of what he'd wear. i like the shoes and choice of belt but between this and the sideburns mudd is definitely next in line for a redesign

ok someone who was just redesigned is gum gum!

details i enjoy: his face. that is such a gum gum face. wish i couldve added bigger tusks though. and the lil smudge of dirt on his cheek!!!

silly almost easter egg i added is that each of the colors of the rainbow is in his design at least once because dia's whole thing is rainbows and light and stuff. at first i just had it in the accessories and his whole outfit was blue pretty much but i looked at bart after completing all the accessories and i was like GODDAMMIT he has all the colors. and it's actually incorporated into the outfit AND it looks really good.

the fact that vee and i both designed his hat nearly exactly the same completely independently of each other is so epic.

i originally came up with the shoulder flower while working on mudd but i was like "oh wait gum gum's the flowers guy mudd's the animals guy." and gave it to him instead. and i'm very glad i did it fills in that space in the cloak very well.

speaking of the cloak, i very much enjoy it

things i do NOT enjoy:

honest, nothing comes to mind! maybe it's because he was the most recent to get revamped but its so wonderfully gum gum.

and last, and maybe least in stature but not in much else, bart!

things i enjoy about this design: the little thigh dagger. bart is totally the kind of man to strap a dagger to his thigh instead of just attaching the sheath to the belt like a normal person

i made him VERY visibly part dragonborn because it's honestly hilarious. because gum gum has known bart since he was a baby, he knows bart's just Like that. kyborg hadn't interacted with another person in like 30 years before he met them and mudd had probably never seen a halfling in his life, and even if he had, he wasn't just gonna have his first conversation with the guy be "i don't believe you when you say what race you are." tbh mudd's probably applies to kyborg as well. and bart assumed its just because of the different subraces of halfling. he's a stout halfling, alleve is a lightfoot halfling, no wonder she doesn't look like him!

also the hem of the pants is so fun and piratey and i love it and it's perfect.

i also gave him a crystal resembling his diagem, i haven't decided what's going on with that yet. i didn't give mudd one because no way in hell am i trying to make a ring WITH a diagem in it. how about no :3

things i do NOT enjoy: gl2 doesn't have enough curly hair options, specifically for rear hair. so bart's hair in this is not as accurate in this to my mind's eye as the others. its alright it does look good regardless

and that's all ive got in terms of commentary, please enjoy me talking about my silly little hyperfixation guys. byebye!

[mahoushoujotechsupport]

hey its time for episode 4

starting off with one of the funniest fucking scenes in this whole show with suletta just fucking hauling ass right out of there after guel just surprise proposes to her

just want to juxtapose this with her wild feelings speech in 17 about buying rings and wearing the prettiest dresses

this shot just reminded me of a random detail from the manual for chuchu's demi trainer - it says earth house can't afford their own demi trainers so chuchu's is a modified older version because thats the best they could do.

suletta pilots a demi trainer during the whole field test thing so like... does she own or have a demi trainer loaned out for school use or something? i honestly forgot chuchu pilots her own suit in this scene cuz i had just accepted that the demi trainers for practical exams etc were like just there for the students to use whenever

i know this was like probably the easier way to write suletta becoming friends with earth house but lmao why didnt she just ask miorine from the start to help for the makeup exam. baka suletta.

suletta please.

till will forever go down as bestboy in the series tbh. like someone needs to write a fic where he wingmans for suletta while nika does it for miorine

suletta, you naive little baby

there really was absolutely no reason for miorine to get all handsy and possessive here lmao like she could just stood infront of suletta or even right next to her and still had the same confrontation and warning about the other houses being bad news

the 2nd light novel picking up from here and highlighting miorine's jealousy over el4n during this whole arc is perfect lmao

kinda fun to speculate on how suletta saw miorine during the beginning. like she was completely surprised miorine didnt belong to a house. suletta's so awkward and socially inept she couldnt tell she was dealing with the one other person at school who was equally socially inept

i feel like there's a lot of frames i never paused on to read like this one lol. i never realized suletta got so many questions wrong. well "wrong" cuz reading through her answers it almost sounds like she just didnt give the benerit group approved answers lmao kinda like when you get stupid training stuff at work and they're just chockful of anti-union propaganda

never forget the first time we saw miorine's room

i know so many people don't really care about the class conflict in ad stella, but god, i wish they really hadnt dropped the ball on this. like in the 1st cour they had something really good here

obligatory shot of chuchu's dads

miorine rembran will not let anyone insult her woman

does anyone know what this gold gate/door thing was supposed to be? after the second school shooting, there's a shot shown where it's the only thing left standing in that area and i dont think ive ever seen anyone talk about it before

see like even this is good re: class politics. like its not this cut and dry all spacians are evil capitalists thing. mercurian miners were pretty much lured out by the benerit group to be exploited for their labor and then left to dry once a cheaper source for permet was found. bless the fic writers who've turned that into appalachian town suletta because it's such a perfect analogy

suletta mercury literally got decked in the face and we all just focused on the chuchu punch

imagine miorine sitting with her in her room just helping her ice her face

by the way how excited do you think suletta was to call someone senpai just like in her fair use mangas lmao

ok all set with episode 4. ive gotta say, it is super jarring to go back to these slice of life school episodes after everything we've been through in the second cours. like yeah that was kind of the point in having the first half of the series have pretty much no stakes since these kids are about to be thrown into war

you know for all the complaining a lot of losers did when the show started about this not being a "real" gundam series, the only difference between watching suletta's journey versus say amuro's... is that we got to see suletta's life before everything got wrecked. with amuro we just immediately start off at the point where Everything Goes Bad

[baelikescatsduh]

How Different ''The Black Phone'' Characters Play Roblox | Shitpost 💀

pls i had like the best convo ever with @largekidney earlier and i wanted to make a little hc out of it because that was the funniest shit ever 😭

all of the credit goes to @largekidney because he was the one who came up with the idea in the first place <333 hope yall enjoy, just a shitpost so like take it with a grain of salt pls!!

tws: cursing

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• oh lord, how do i even start?

• lets use speed run 4 as an example...

• robin would get so damn pissed, not as bad as vance but swearing in spanish at the top of his lungs whenever he dies 😭

• robin: "maldito coño!" finny: "robin, its okay! youll get it this time, i promise. ill wait for you at the end, okay?"

• finny wouldnt get that angry, but if he did start heating up he'd do breathing exercises to calm down.

• gwen, same as robin, would be screaming, about to snap the phone in half after falling right before finishing the level.

• gwen: "what the actual fuck? i literally pressed the jump button dumbass!"

• bruce is a total pacifist, and is somehow so damn good at the game at the same time. hed only mess up like once or twice throughout the entire time, while making tiny little comments like "patience is the key" and shit like that.

• billy would be pretty chill as well, taking his sweet, sweet time on every level. so like, 7 minutes every level. him, bruce, and griffin would both be chilling in the corner, peacefully playing speed run 4 as vance, robin and gwen complained and whined like little toddlers the entire time.

• finny would be sitting with robin, gwen, and vance and was giving them therapy sessions each time they died.

• finny: "vance, its going to be alright, you can just respawn." vance: "whatever, but if i fall one more damn time everybody here is going to fucking die."

• vance... our sweet vance. his blood pressure would be through the roof while playing this game. like, muttering death threats and punching the wall each time he died. saying one bad word after another, this man has no chill whatsoever. this is why nobody played anything with vance, because if he messed up or died more than once you would see steam literally coming out of his ears.

• vance: "what the fucking god damn hell? this is the most stupidest fucking thing ive ever played in my entire fucking life. this shit sucks ass, im going to strangle the dickweed who made this bullshit game."

• the grabber? oh my god. this man wouldnt even know how to move, pressing the middle of the screen as he just sat there and stared at the phone, wondering how the hell he was going to get through the game when he couldnt even figure out how to walk forward. 💀

• the grabber: "max, max?? how the fuck does this work, im pressing on the screen and im not going anywhere, i thought they said i had to press the button to move? im pressing it, and pretty damn hard too. this is too complicated."

• and lastly, griffin. he wouldnt even pick up the phone, he was more of a 'watch someone play the game' type of person, and would cheer them on as he watched them play. he would mostly watch billy, and both of them would secretly shit on everybody else. (besides bruce lmao, but bruce would refuse to talk shit with them and just minded his own business.)

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[quodekash]

All The Times They Haven't Kissed - Soundwin edition! - FINAL UPDATED VERSION 

(keep in mind this is subjective, it's just parts of the show where i reckon they couldve plausibly kissed but couldnt/didnt due to unfortunate circumstances)

(and as time goes on those "unfortunate circumstances" are more and more because they just. didnt kiss.)

before i begin, i just wanna point out that in episode 4, win says to sound "i want to see if your skills are as good as your mouth" and I just--

Episode 5: Sound literally singing a line of a love song directly at Win

Episode 6: fighting part 1 (music club)

Episode 6: fighting part 2 (across the student council table)

Episode 6: badminton: nighttime edition

Episode 6: MEDAL KISS

Episode 7: tied up part 1

Episode 7: tied up part 2

Episode 7: tied up part 3 (look, they had a lot of opportunity while they were tied up)

Episode 8: MOTORBIKE SCENE

when Tinn and Gun left the room in the middle of the night (they would've been sleeping side-by-side once they were gone) (this scene doesn't technically exist so i can't technically count it but I'm allowed to imagine so I'm counting it)

Episode 8: THE WATER SCENE??

Episode 9: THE WATER SCENE??????

Episode 9: "wait to hear it" (SOUND THERE WAS NO NEED TO STEP THAT CLOSE TO HIM, ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US???)

Episode 9: UMBRELLA SCENE

stepping closer, both hands on Win's heart, staring into the other's soul

Episode 9: THE SHIRT GRAB #1

Episode 9: THE SHIRT GRAB #2 (HJJHKFJHJJHFFK)

Episode 11: after the hug (they’re liTERALLY BOYFRIENDS AND WE WEREN’T TOLD ABOUT IT, SURELY THEY CAN KISS NOW) 

Episode 11: after the fight when they’re sitting on the rock 

Episode 11: we could’ve gotten an after dinner scene of them strolling along on the beach in the dark and they kiss or something but no they had to give us tinngun instead (and tinngun diDNT EVEN KISS)

Episode 12: WIN, YOU COULD'VE MADE YOUR "PUMPKIN" (his words not mine btw pumpkin is a literal canonical pet name for sound and its killing me) EVEN MORE FLUSTERED BY KISSING HIM (even if it was just a little cheek kiss I DONT CARE JUST DO IT PLEASE)

Episode 12: "what a f**king coward. i can't believe i used to respect him." you should disrespect him even more by kiSSING A MAN (win) ON THE MOUTH!! SCARE AWAY THE HOMOPHOBIA! (for all intents and purposes, this is a joke)

Episode 12: they almost certainly could've kissed at some point during that final chinzhilla scene. just to keep us on our toes, y'know?

So we've got 23 in total (still nowhere near tinngun but the number is still way too big), and the winner is still episode 9, with 6 Times They Didn't Kiss

now time for...

All The Times They Have Kissed

Episode 12: CHEEK KISS #1 (if you have questions as to why a cheek kiss has made it here, ill explain at the end)

Episode 12: CHEEK KISS #1

Episode 12: WHAT THE FLIP I KNOW I KEPT ASKING FOR IT BUT I DIDNT KNOW THEY'D ACTUALLY DO IT I WOULD'VE BEEN CONTENT WITH JUST THE CHEEK KISSING BUT NO THEY HAD TO GO ABOVE AND BEYOND AAAAAAAAAAAA

Episode 12: AND THEY WENT DOUBLEY ABOVE AND BEYOND AND FULLY KISSED TWICE

and sound's little teasing kisses afterwards? my heart🥹🥹

(so i know for tinngun i counted cheek kisses and stuff as not actually kissing, but with those ones tinngun could've feasibly mouth-kissed but they didn't. here, soundwin are in front of an audience, so obviously they wouldn't mouth-kiss, but cheek kissing is still a lot, AND it's the furthest that soundwin have gone. so that's why i think the soundwin cheek kisses should go in the times they actually kissed section, reminder that this is all very subjective)

(all the times other ships in the show haven’t kissed: tinngun and tiwpor)