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[wigglebox]

Alexa, play “Everytime We Touch” by Cascada 💚💙

[headassdobrik]

I love subtle Diza content

[thiost]

this is so great bongo cat play every time we touch

[danny-chase]

Stupid Batfamily Headcanons

I know in canon there's not a basis for Jason and Dick having beef, but when I headcanon them having beef it's for incredibly petty reasons

Such as: Dick accidentally spilling coffee on one of Jason's book while home for a weekend

Jason retaliating by jumping on Dick's bed to wake him up at an ungodly hour the following morning

Tim runs the local universities meme page despite never attending a class there and dropping out of high school

You see Dick walked so Tim could run: Dick dropped out of college so Tim could drop out of high school

Jason secretly listens to and vibes heavily to like really popular pop songs like everytime we touch and i want it that way

Cass just dances around her apartment/the manor/wherever she is

Babs gave her an Alexa or whatever so now she just knows how to ask for her favorite songs

Not a dumb one sorry: but Cass does know how to speak and is perfectly capable of speaking her mind, she's just not a very vocal person and prefers actions over words

Tim took Damian to play paintball once to resolve a stupid argument and neither of them ever speak of it

Duke plays webkinz

Jason once literally threw Dick out his window (even after being reconciled with the family)

Tim came like *this* close to doing the same thing to Damian and stopped because Steph rolled her eyes and called both of them out on it

You see Steph, Dick, and Duke can mediate between Damian and Tim

But absolutely no one (except Barbara but she's usually busy) can mediate between Dick and Jason

The two of them have idiot brother energy (i have this with my sister it's high key a thing) and make stupid decisions at 3am like buying a kiddie pool and filling it with hot water to make a hot tub and dying their hair bleach bond with cheap box dye

Duke and Tim are beginning to have the same dumbass energy but Steph and Cass keep them from doing anything toooo stupid

Dick, Steph, and Cass are in the no knock gang (Dick gets too anxious and forgets to knock, Steph has like a million things on her mind and forgets, and Cass's senses are good enough that she already knows what's going on in the other room cuz she moves so quietly)

Jason, Tim, Duke, and Damian are in the knock gang - they've tried absolutely everything to get the others to knock to no avail (throwing everything from dirty socks to knives)

All of them are in the we will break into your apartment instead of using the key you gave us gang

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

Blurb #9

Pairing- Spencer Reid x Female Reader

CW- none

Author’s Note- this comes from this ask by @leahblackk thanks so much for this love!! it was so much fun to write 💛 also sorry if it looks a little wonky I’m on mobile!!

Word Count— 2K (not really a blurb)

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Studies show that the music we listen to at 14 years old is the most influential on our personality and development. Naturally, there’s some exceptions to this. Spencer, for one, tended to listen to classical music or the Beach Boys records his mother had around the house as a teenager. He still can’t listen to jazz without the bittersweet memories of Ethan coming back to haunt him. His music taste, in his opinion, didn’t really develop until Derek made him listen to his CDs on rides during their commute.

It wasn’t until he met his neighbor, Y/N that he learned just how impactful music can be on someone’s life. Spencer, despite Derek and Penelope’s efforts, doesn’t really enjoy modern music. There’s one expectation to that though: Y/N. Everytime she drags him over for late night dinners and movie nights, she always ends up putting a Taylor Swift album on her vintage record player. It’s like a ritual that either comforts her, hypes her up, or softens her heartbreak. Through the months that they’ve been friends, Spencer’s come to enjoy the music nights. There’s something about the way that she sings about love and life that is so familiar to Spencer. The day he realized, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Y/N makes all those magical, heartwarming, Taylor Swift songs make sense.

So everytime he goes over to her apartment, before he knocks he’ll listen for the music. It’s hard to not let his profiling instincts kick when he does this. Thanks to his eidetic memory, Spencer can recognize any of the songs with only a couple seconds of the lyrics.

On a sunny Monday, Spencer listens closely for the record player. He can hear the upbeat, dance tunes of New Romantics. Okay, he thinks. If Y/N is listening to that song, she’s probably happy. So he knocks on the door, a big smile on his face ready to listen to the happiest Taylor Swift songs with the girl he’s pining for and try not to reveal just how much he wants her to love him back.

“Spence! Come on, we’re dancing” Y/N shouts loudly above the music. Spencer doesn’t want to burst her bubble by telling her he doesn’t dance, so he takes her hand and dances his heart away.

In between the jumpy and laughter the song shifts. Y/N must be playing it from her Alexa because the next song is from a different album, Paper Rings comes on next. A song dedicated to the kind of love that probably makes the most sense to Spencer. He’d marry Y/N without any kind of ring- and that’s a terrifying thought.

“I love this song!” Y/N says, closing her eyes and dancing wildly, “You like this one too, right Spence?” she says above the loud music.

Spencer, unable to fully articulate how much he loves this song, decides to grab Y/N by the hand and twirl her around and around. She’s laughing and smiling, happy as she could be. Spencer’s thoughts shift from how beautiful she looks, to how easy this is. How simple loving her could be, but how hard telling her is.

The music slows, turning to Lover, a song that Spencer has dreamt of dancing with Y/N to on a white veiled occasion several times. This must be her happy playlist, Spencer thinks as she pull him close. They’re slow dancing and if Spencer closes his eyes and quiets his mind, he can trick himself into thinking she loves him back. Afterall she holds him like she does.

“I like this one the best,” Spencer whispers, his eyes still closed as he and Y/N sway to the beat of the song, “It’s comforting,” he explains.

“It’s a good wedding song,” Y/N says, resting her head against his shoulder, “like a first dance song,”

“It is,” Spencer says, “It’s actually in the proper beats per second to be a waltz, which is a common dance for a traditional first dance at a wedding,”

“Yeah,” Y/N says, pulling herself in closer to Spencer as she pets small circles into his soft cardigan. The spot where she touches leaves her mark; his heart has belonged to her for awhile now, but Spencer’s ready to give her whatever else she wants, “but dancing like this is also very nice,”

“Hmm,” Spencer says, not trusting himself to say anything else. The music switches again, and Spencer knows the song, probably before even Y/N. Dress comes on and Spencer really isn’t sure how he’ll get through listening to the sultry song that croons about pining after your best friend. Part of him seriously thinks he’s being stalked, because those songs perfectly encapsulate his love and his admiration for the girl next door.

“Oh, I got asked out on a date,” Y/N says, seemingly shocking Spencer out of his daydream, “at the coffee shop. His name is John, he seems nice,” she tells him, sounding a little nervous.

“That’s great, Y/N,” Spencer says, trying to put on a smile for his best friend, but fails to do so, “I’m happy for you,”

“Well it’s, you know. I think I just need to put myself out there and stop waiting around for my wild dreams to come true. Because after all your wildest dreams are just that, dreams,” she says, a little sadly.

“Call me after, Y/N, just to make sure you get home safe,” Spencer requests, he squeezes her hand, in what he hopes can be seen as a friendly gesture, despite him not wanting to let go.

“Of course, Mr. FBI,” Y/N teases, “Alexa, shut up! Hey, Spence, you want to order pizza. It’s been like a week since I watch Long Pond and I’ve got that itch that only listening to This Is Me Trying while stuffing my face with pizza and white wine can fix,”

“Sure, Y/N,” Spencer says, smiling through his heartbreak. He tries to not let Y/N see the tears that prickle in the corners of his eyes when the 1 comes on. It would have been fun, if he could have been Y/N’s “1”. Even in heartbreak, Taylor Swift can capture exactly what Spencer feels.

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He almost didn’t bother checking by her apartment because he knew it’s her date with Jake or John, or whatever his name was. Spencer’s not a man to get jealous, he knows that Y/N doesn’t owe him her love just because he loves her. He knows that, but that doesn’t lessen the hurt of her falling for someone other than him.

As he walks by, Spencer’s ears catch the music coming from her apartment. He hears the unrecognizable twangy strum of the guitar and knows it’s going to be back news. Without thinking, Spencer rumages into his pocket, looking for his spare key to Y/N’s apartment. He unlocks the door and is greeted by Y/N’s cat, August, meowing at the door.

“Where’s our girl?” Spencer says, picking up the cat as he slips off his shoes, “hey, Y/N. It’s Spencer. I heard the music and I just thought I’d check in. I thought you were going out on your date?” he asks, finding Y/N curled up on the couch, with piles of tissues littered around her.

“Please, Spence. I’m a mess. I don’t want anyone to see me like this, especially you,” Y/N tells him, mopping her eyes up and petting her lap for August to jump up.

“Hey, hey, honey. You don’t have to worry about being a mess in front of me, I already think you’re amazing,” Spencer says, softly. He tries to gracefully avoid the spoiled tissues, he might be in love with Y/N, but he’s not in love with her used tissues.

“He-he stood me up,” Y/N stutters as a new wave of tears floods her face. Spencer leans over, shutting Alexa off. The sorrow, regretful tunes of Dear John turn off, leaving Spencer with the thought that it probably was an appropriate song to choose.

“I don’t even know why I try any more, Spence” she says, leaning into his body as he puts a comforting and protective arm around her upper half, “it’s useless. I’m doomed to be alone,”

“That’s not true, Y/N,” Spencer says, mumbling into her hair, “not at all. You’re amazing. You’re kind and so smart. You’re beautiful and you have great taste in music. Anybody would be lucky to date you,” he finishes, forgetting himself for a second as he kisses her hair. She smells like green apples and ivory soap.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my friend,” Y/N says. The emphasis on ‘friend’ giving Spencer a little hope at what she is subtly implying.

“What-what if I wasn’t? What if I wasn’t saying this as just a friend?” Spencer asks, daring to be bold and brave for once in his life. He couldn’t be bold and brave for Y/N, then who is he?

She must be thinking, because Y/N doesn’t say anything. Spencer’s mind instantly switches into full gear, thinking of how he’d get out of here all while sparing his feelings.

“Please don’t say those things, Spencer. Don’t say those things unless you mean it,” Y/N tells him, her voice sounding cold and far off, like she’s trying to put some distance between themselves to protect herself. Spencer’s mind ventures to take it as a good thing, when she doesn’t physically distance herself. She decides to stay with Spencer’s arms wrapped around her upper half and his hands drawing shapes on her back.

“I mean it, Y/N. I really do mean it,” Spencer says, sounding terrified, but feeling braver than ever. “I’d never lie to you about how you make me feel. Not anymore at least,” he explains, waiting for Y/N to respond.

“Can I show you something?” Y/N ask, her voicing sounding an awfully lot like Spencer’s with the mix of fear and tension and love fighting for dominance.

“Of course,” Spencer says, nodding into her hair and letting her go.

He watches and waits as she grabs her phone from the coffee table. Y/N launches her music app, but covers her phone so Spencer can’t see which playlist she’s choosing. Y/N has very curated Taylor Swift playlists kko that help her to either middle through her dark days or celebrate her happy ones.

The music starts and just within the first few notes Spencer can tell which song is playing. “Gold Rush,” he asks, of course getting it correct and making Y/N smile.

“I knew I kept you around for a reason,” Y/N says, scooting in closer to Spencer so his chin rests over her head. “I don’t think you’ve heard this playlist yet,” she says, handing him her phone.

Spencer looks at the phone, reading the playlist title Songs That Remind Me of Spencer, but ends up having to do a double take.

“This song always reminded me of you, Spence. I think it just captures how beautiful you are and how scared I am that you’ll find someone that will make you feel that way. Someone that’s more beautiful and better for you—“

Spencer can’t hear it anymore so he does something that was only a figment of his imagination: he kisses Y/N. He holds her head in his hands, brushing gently on her temples. It’s wonderful and magical, and Spencer thinks that he could kiss her for his whole life. He wants to know what makes her whimper and whine or make her flush. He wants to know everything about her because he is her 1, just as she is his.

“You made a playlist for me?” Spencer says, breaking away from Y/N’s lips to kiss her face. All over her forehead, her cheeks and eyes. He kisses her like he can’t get enough and is only encouraged by Y/N giggles for approval.

“Of course I did, Spence. You’re just everything to me and I couldn’t quite say it myself. So I left it up to the best songwriter I know,”

“I’ll make you one, today. Tomorrow, everyday,” Spencer says, kissing Y/N’s hands and wrists, “I just want to make you happy and know how loved you are. Because I love you, Y/N” Spencer says

“Spence,” Y/N says, not quite able to articulate how much she loves him, kisses his forehead, “I love you. God. I love you so much. And I may or may not have re-written Hey Stephen as Hey Spencer,”

[goodlucktkachuk]

Cheer you up - Carter Hart

Summary: Carter was the best boyfriend you could ever hoped for. The two of you moved in together at the start of quarantine and with school starting up for you again, you’ve been super stressed. He decides to do something nice for you and he planned the perfect at home self care night. When he went shopping he grabbed the wrong kind of face mask and his reaction is more then enough to cheer you up.

Warnings: None this is just super fullfy and cute

Word count: 2k+

Back to school was your favorite times of year. There was something about buying new supplies and the rush of campus that made electricity flow through your body but this year was different. Not only were you cooped up in Philly with your boyfriend Carter but it was your last year of university which added some pressure.

You had met Carter when you guys were sixteen and it was the definition of love at first sight. You went to everyone of his games and were more then extatic when he got drafted to Philly. You had just started university so you stayed in Alberta while he got to live his dream. You guys made the distance work but you were definitely missing some of those quality time moments your friends took for granted in their relationships. When this whole mess of a pandemic started, Carter asked you to move in with him for the time being and you jumped at the chance.

The months before Carter was sent to Toronto were filled with you searching for internships and him doing whatever training he could do at home so you would usually do your own thing but together. The first few weeks of Carter being sent home from the bubble were hard but he had you there to cook him all of his favourites and spend endless nights cuddling to his favorite movies. It was exactlly what he needed to recover as the summer slowly faded away. Now as autumn filled the air it was once again your turn to be stressed.

It was a sunny September morning and you found yourself on your second cup of coffee in Carter’s home office. Your makeup was done perfectly and your hair was pulled up into a messy bun as one of Carter's worn out practices hoodies hung on your frame. You were thankful that your laptop camera cut out the fact you were still in your pjs with a blanket wrapped tight around your waist. As much as you liked the idea of Zoom lectures, the several hours of classes and meetings really dragged the fun out of your days.

Around 10am your boyfriend stumbled out of bed and you could hear the soft hum of music and dishes clanking coming from the kitchen as he made the two of you breakfast. After a few minutes you heard the door slowly creek open and you were met with a sleepy Carter. A smile covering your lips as you watched him make his way into the room. His hair was tousled in every direction and his pjs hung low on his waist giving you a clear view of his entire bare torso. You weren’t with Carter because he was a professional athlete but it was mornings like this you that you could appreciate all the hours he spent training.

You turned off your webcam as he put a smoothie bowl in front of you and planted a kiss on your temple, mumbling a soft I love you against your skin. You pulled him in for a quick kiss and he was gone again. This is how most days went. Carter would bring you breakfast and lunch and refill your water through the day while you worked and he knew when you finally stumbled out of the room it was time for dinner. He was more than happy to have you around but he wished you didn’t have to spend so many hours locked away.

This morning in particular he could see how drained you were and decided that tonight would be all about you. You deserved it with all the hard work you’d been doing. Slipping into your shared bedroom he got dressed and texted you quickly saying he was running to the store and he’d be back soon.

The one thing about Carter was that he prided himself on how romantic he was. He knew you like the back of his hand and used that to his advantage whenever he possible could. Whether it was expensive dinners when you were together, sending you bouquets of sunflowers when he was away or the odd care package full of his clothes with sweet notes in the pockets, the boy knew how to make you happy. Something the two of you had never done though was self care which in hindsight should’ve been one of your first dates because of how much you loved it.

This was the game plan. He was going to the store to pick up all the ingredients he needed to cook you your favorite food, some instant cookie dough for you guys to bake after dinner, face masks to do together and new vanilla soap to end the night with a bath together. After what seemed like the longest shopping experience ever he was met with the last stop, picking out face masks. It didn’t cross Carter's mind that there could be so many different kinds to choose from it kind of overwhelmed him. How could there be this much variety of things you put on your face? Why did they come in so many colors? So many scents? Lost, he randomly grabbed a black bottle for himself and a soft violet one for you and headed home.

When he returned you were still nose deep in books in the same position he left you so he knew you wouldn’t be finished anytime soon. He put the bathroom supplies into a cute basket he picked up and placed it on the corner of the counter as he started assembling dinner. After a few hours you were brought out of your daze by the smell of something delicious filling the room. Closing your book and laptop you decided to wrap it up for the day and see what your boyfriend was up to.

As you made your way to the kitchen you were met with Carters back as he was portioning something out onto two plates. You were in awe as you turned your attention to the table. It was perfectly set with a fresh vase of flowers and your favorite candles were lit to set the mood. You caught your boyfriends eye as he made his way over to the table to set down the two plates. Making his way over to you, he placed his hands lazily around you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Surprise babe!” He was beaming with pride as he walked you to your chair, pulling it out for you to sit.

“What is all this for?” You panicked for a moment thinking you forgot an anniversary or something important. Carter could hear the concern in your voice which made him laugh.

“Just wanted to do something nice for my girl that’s all.” He smiled widely as he filled your glass with white wine.

The meal was absolutely delicious and the company was even better. As you picked up your plate to clear it Carter sent you a look and you slowly placed it back down. He had a rule where if he cooked for you he refused to let you touch the dishes because it was his way of showing how much he loved you. The same rule went a few minutes later as the two of you struggled to make the world's easiest cookies.

“Carter you have to twist it!” You giggled as you watched your boyfriend struggle to pry the top off the cookie dough.

“That doesn’t make sense Y/n!” Tired of watching him struggle you snatched it from his hand.

“Hey! Give that back!” He yelled as he began to chase you around the kitchen. He eventually snatched you by the waist, pulling your back into his chest. At the same time you tapped the cylinder off the counter and cranked it with a hard twist and watched the dough split open.

Pouting into your shoulder Carter let out a sigh of defeat and exhaustion.

“See, if you listened you could have avoided the work out.”

“For you sweetheart, I’d run to the other side of the world .” He leaned down and brought you into a sweet kiss. Even after six years, fireworks still exploded in your stomach everytime his lips touched yours. 

“Hey Alexa, play kinda freaking in love with you on spotify.” You placed the cookie dough on the counter and wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his around your waist. You danced around your kitchen for what felt like an eternity. The two of you swaying and spinning, looking into the other eyes with such admiration. Both of you thinking of how sweet this moment would be at your wedding but keeping those thoughts locked up tight. Eventually the preheating timer for the oven went off and ripped the two of you out of your day dream.

“Come one the faster we make these the faster we can eat them!” He sprang out of your grasp and laughter filled the kitchen as you finished up.

Your favorite part about these kinds of nights with Carter was that it felt like you were in your own universe. The two of you were protected from the outside world and all that matter was each other.

Once you had cleaned up it was on to the third phase of the night which you knew was going to be your favorite. Grabbing the basket off the counter you skipped to the bathroom with your boyfriends hand pressed firmly into yours. You hopped up on the counter and handed him the purple bottle as you took the black one in your hand. Extending your leg, you half wrapped it around his and pulled him closer to you. Squirting some of the liquid into your hands you started slowly rubbing it into his skin.

“Ahh babe that's cold!” He chuckled as he tried to pull away.

“Just sit still! You’ll get used to it I promise.” He relaxed into your touch and stopped fighting you. Soon after you were done he followed suit, putting the light purple clay all over your face with only light guidance. You stayed like that while the masks dried. Your legs lazily tangled in his with his hands on your waist whispering sweet nothings with massive grins covering your faces. Hopping off the counter you pulled out your phone to snap a cute picture of the two of you and it was time to take off the masks.

“So all you have to do is start at the edge of your face and pull gently.” You demstraded, wincing slightly as it pulled on your skin.

“What do you mean pull? I thought you just washed these off with water?”

“Some kinds yes but you bought peel off ones.”

“I did?”

You reached down and placed the bottle into his hand. Examining it closely seeing you were right a look of horror crossed his face. You didn’t pay much mind to your boyfriend as you were pulling off your own mask. He had gotten most of it off his face with minimal mumbling of curse words but then he ran into a problem.

“Y/n…” his vice trailed off as he looked at you and you burst out laughing. Carter stood in front of you with his face mask clingy to his stubble making it look like he had bread and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“Y/n this isn’t funny help me!” He whined, causing you to laugh even harder.

“Okay, okay! Sit still muffin. This is gonna hurt a little bit.” a wicked grin covered your face as you worked.

You tried your best not to hurt him too bad and he honestly took it like a champ. When it was all over you peeled off your mask. You could hear the water begin to run in the other direction and you could also hear the sound of Carter’s clothes hitting the floor making your cheeks stain red. It wasn’t long before your clothes joined his pile on the floor and you were wrapped in the warm embrace of both your boyfriend and the water. You closed your eyes and relaxed into his touch and felt his chest rise and sink against your back. He placed a small kiss on your temple and pulled you in closer.

“I love you.”

“Love you more C.”

[astrorising]

1. Congrats on moving out! I know you haven’t just yet but basically you have lmao— if that makes any sense! You guys definitely deserve a stable environment that’s filled with positive energy not negativity and toxicity. FUCK your old roomate��🏽‍♀️ I said what I said lmao

2. hope your doing okay these days! I hope your job interviews went great and you got something you love!

3. Can we get a Jackson after dark still? 👀 I seen the anon ask and was ready😂 maybe even a future spouse reading for Jackson🤷🏽‍♀️ it’s late so it’s after dark hours lmao

Also love you bunches! Thanks for being the best💕

jackson after dark, you say?

ok tarot 🙊 give me some yummy jackson wang tea!

🔮 cards: 4 of pentacles reversed, 6 of pentacles reversed, ace of swords reversed.

alexa, play “neighbors know my name” by trey songz bc that’s wtf gonna happen. daddy jackson’s here to TAKE. HIS. TIME. ace of swords reversed? bitch this isn’t a quickie. jackson’s possessive (four of pentacles reversed). he’s greedy with the person he’s into. jackson isn’t a one night stand type guy, he doesn’t have time for games... clearly 😳

i thought tarot would agree with astrology, and show a softer side of jackson we don’t know.... but it always surprises me 🥰 6 of pentacles reversed has a theme of power and domination, along with stinginess; mix that with the beautiful 4 of pentacles reversed and we have a very controlling daddy jackson.

according to tarot, jackson is very stern and dominating concerning his bedroom tactics. based off of my own research and imagination, i could see this participant very into a pair of vibrating panties. 🙊😶

jackson wants to make sure his partner knows he’s the only one that can make them feel that way. jackson definitely is a role play king, making sure his partner finishes everytime. definitely a fan of role play for both sides. touch is a very important aspect for him, expect him to be very touchy caressing and praising his partner a lot.

jackson by definition based on this spread is a whole ass tease. but, did that really surprise us? the build up type tease. jackson is definitely the type of guy to tease and leave you hanging until you can’t any longer.

[alittleprincehwa]

 because of a friend ──── ₊˚.𓂸 choi san.

pairing ─ ₊˚.𓂸 choi san x female reader

genre ─ ₊˚.𓂸 angst, fluff

synopsis ─ ₊˚.𓂸 after your argument, you came back to the apartment but didn't expect to see what you saw.

alexa play ─ ₊˚.𓂸 Star 1117 by ATEEZ

part one ♡︎

You ran. You ran away from the apartment. You had no idea where you were. But you didn’t care. All you wanted to do was get away from him. You stopped at an empty alleyway. After you called soobin, you waited there.

As if the world was against you, it started raining. You didn’t bring anything with you except your phone. You back up until your back met the brick wall. With no shelter or roof to rest under, you only waited for soobin.

Soon enough, you heard a car pull up. Your head darted to the direction of the noise and see a guy with a hat and a mask getting out of the vehicle with an umbrella. You figured it was soobin due to the height. He saw your figure under the pouring rain and rushed to help you. “ Y/n! Come here! " He called, gesturing you to move toward to him.

Your feet dragged you towards him. The rain mixing with your salty tears. Soobin noticed how your eyes were dark. No emotion. He decided to ask you about it later and comfort your drenched self. He guided you to the backseat and gave you a towel. He sat on the front and drove off. After you dried your hair, you slowly sifted to slumber.

Later on, you felt an arm nudge you. You slowly opened your eyes, the light jolting you awake. Soobin helped you stand up and towards his hotel room. He gave you clothes to change in. You then sat on the couch with a blanket around you, looking at the ceiling with dull and puffy eyes.

Soobin sat on the opposite end of the couch. “ We fought again... “ You muttered as your expression didn’t change. “ I’m sorry binnie. “ You apologize to the young boy. “ It’s alright y/n. It’s the least I can do for you. “ He smiled, hoping it would lighten the tension. You chuckled dryly before continuing. “ It’s funny how your younger than me but your the one taking care of me. “. Soobin was always like your little brother. You’d take care of him as he also does the same. You’d sometimes feel burdened.

You told him about the argument you and san had. Embarrassed to tell him it was about him. He gave you advice on how you and San could work out things. You acknowledged all he said but told him you didn't want to speak to him yet.

" Of course, I understand. Why don't you stay here for the night? ". " Oh it's alright I can just book another ro- " He interrupted you. " No I swear it's fine, plus there's another bed. " He informed you.

You gave in and agreed. You tucked yourself in the sheets and closed your eyes. You wanted to sleep but the thought of san kept you awake. You tried pushing the thought away but it still remained imbedded in your mind.

Despite your best efforts, you couldn't sleep even for a minute. You got up from the bed and head towards the balcony. Sliding open the door, you step out into the cold night. You suck in a breath as thoughts flooded your mind.

You sigh and rest your arms on the balcony handrail. A stream of tears unknowingly runs down your cheek. You rest your head in your hands. Your cries becoming louder as his and your words repeat itself in your mind. " What are you doing now san-nie? " You questioned, using the nickname you called him, making you smile.

After a few minutes of solid silence, you got up. " Fuck it. " You muttered as you walked to the hotel door. You quietly tiptoed your way as you avoid waking up the sleeping boy.

Before you left the hotel, you made sure to leave a text to soobin. You took a cab to your apartment. During the ride, you leaned against the window as you observed the street lights. The same thought washed over your mind.

The driver stopped the car in front of the apartment complex. You pay him and stepped out and walked to your apartment.

You opened the door and took your shoes off. You immediately smelled the living room that reeked of alcohol. You scrunch up your nose at the smell. You glance at the couch as you slid your shoes off.

Your eyes stayed frozen as you observed the sight before you. It was san on the floor. His hand gripped a bottle of soju as his head was in the coffee table. You stood silent but walked to help him. You set the empty bottles aside and stared at his drunken state.

You sigh again and kneel down to put his arm around your shoulder. You wrap your other arm around his waist and stood up. He seemed shocked at the sudden feeling of someone touching him. As you walk to your shared bedroom, he looks at your face. He was surprised to see you.

He hesitated for a moment. " Y/n? Why are you here... " He spoke, the awful stench of soju mixes with his words. " Yah, why have you been drinking? " You look at his eyes. Sympathy weighed you down. You wanted to cry but had to stay strong infront of san.

" Then what am I sup- * hiccup * supposed to do? " He looked at the floor as you made him sit on the bed. " Don't leave me y/n...please. " He said. You weren't sure if it was him or the alcohol speaking. " I won't leave you san. " You spoke as you lay on the bed you were familiar with. You leaned on the other side, avoiding his eyes.

You closed your eyes once more but heard some shuffling. " Y/n-aaaaaaah... " You heard him whine. At this point in time, you were sure it was the alcohol taking over. " Y/n I'm sorry...I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. " He whispers as you felt his chest against you.

" I'm sorry too... " You murmured. " Yah! You shouldn't be the one sorry. I'm the one that yelled at you. " He quietly says the last part before pouting. " Hey cheer up, it's normal for couples to fight isn't it? " You shifted, now facing him. You smiled at him. You hold his hand as he looked at you.

He flashed his usual cheery smile. It was very contagious and made you smile even more. " I'll only forgive you in one condition. " You say with a stern tone. His eyes instantly jolt up. He pulled out a very dangerous look. The look you always hated. It does something to you everytime you see it.

The puppy eyes.

You breath before you spoke " If you get jealous of me hanging out with my friends ever again, I will not tolerate it. " You playfully glare at him. " I promise. But you should also promise to call me every our of the day. " He smiled.

Before you could argue with what he said, he noticed your change in clothing. " Who's clothes are those? " He raised a brow. You contemplated what to tell him but sought to to tell him " It's soobin's. " You wait for his reaction.

San clenched his jaw at what you just said. Unbeknownst you, San hovered above you. You open your eyes and grow concerned. " San what are you doing? " You ask. " I'll show you how I'm much better than that soobin. " He seductively licked his lips as he ripped the shirt off.

a / n : I'm sorry if this is shitty 😔

[idnek83]

Souda absolutely loves early 2000s-2010s pop trashy music, gundham will just be walking a round the house and hear some music coming from the garage and souda will be blasting like ‘TikTok from ke$ha” sm,,, later they’d be in a more intimate mood 😏 and they accidentally activate Alexa and Gwen stefani starts playing and they’re both like “•______•”

TikTok by Kesha is a fucking jam and you cannot change my mind lol.

But yeah, I can definitely see Soda being into shitty pop music from the early/mid 2000s, the vibes just match lol.

Gundham likes to complain about it but he actually finds it kind of cute sometimes. 

One day Gundhams just having a really shitty time, one of his animals is sick, he kept messing things up at work, probably spilled a coffee on himself earlier, etc. and he’s just in a super bad mood and wants nothing more than to just take a nap the second he gets home and maybe scream into a pillow. 

He gets home and he can hear some loud music coming from inside the house, and he’s dreading having to get Soda’s attention and make him turn it down, but then he opens the door and Soda’s in the kitchen cooking something and singing along to “Everytime we Touch” by Cascada or something, and probably doing a dumb little dance at the same time. His hair is in a ponytail and he’s probably just wearing sweats and a tanktop, and Gundham can really clearly see some of the hickeys he left on him last night, and then Soda is looking at him and smiling so big while singing that Gundham can’t help but smile back.

Soda puts down whatever he was cooking and dances his way over to Gundham, doing some half assed sexy shimmies but mostly just doing whatever he feels like. It’s really shitty dancing, but Gundham lets him take his hands and pull him into a kiss before Soda pulls back and drags him into the living room to dance with him. Gundham just smiles and sort of sways along to the music but Soda is just getting so into it and pulling out every shitty dance move in existence and he’s yelling more than singing along to the music ,and Gundham is just so in love and has completely forgotten his bad mood. When the song ends Gundham just can’t stop smiling and laughing at how dorky Soda is and he just pulls him in for another kiss. It’s messy cus they’re both smiling so big into it but it’s still so much better than taking a nap or screaming into a pillow.

Later, after Soda’s turned the music off and they’ve eaten dinner they’re just cuddling on the couch and Soda asks about Gundham’s day. Gundham admits it was pretty shitty, but that seeing Soda’s “obscene ritual” when he came home made it so much better. Soda scoffs and fakes being offended before leaning in to kiss Gundham slowly and whisper in his ear:

“I’ll show you an obscene ritual.”

Soda leans back to smirk at Gundham, who just smirks back at him, before sliding down so he’s kneeling between his thighs. He starts kissing down Gundham’s chest and stomach and as he gets lower he rests his ass on his own foot and presses something on his phone and suddenly-

UH HUH THIS MY SHIT, ALL THE GIRLS STOMP YOUR FEET LIKE THIS

Gundham remembers that he actually does hate Soda’s music lol

[selovant]

alexa.... play everytime we touch by cascada

[pqwder]

top 5 f/f couples?

OH IM ABOUT TO GET

1. Symmarah. Fuck overwatch but also ohmygod the slow burn the possibilities the softness the little glances satya who's always trying to keep it cool around fareeha, and fareeha who's a jock nerd w a crush and does like, cheesy pick up lines im ohmyhgoddddd

2. Amerikate. I know im a clown!!! I actually hate how marvel keeps referencing Kate's bisexuality but never truly acknowledges it. They have them flirt and all but like, they are all cowards :/

3. Jean/Emma. Skfbksndnss this one is.....peak enemies to friends to lovers. Nothing to add is just. Wow.

4. Harlivy. It's so cliche I know but im a sucker for their relationship and how they grew together!!! I love themmmmm

5. Beauyasha (critical role) okay this one is NNGHHG ASJDBAKDDBAKFBWKFFNWWKFHWNFBF alexa play everytime we touch

[h0n3ypup]

This is so gay Alexa play everytime we touch

[prismatic-star]

This is so kawaii alexa play everytime we touch nightcore version ^___^

[homoz]

This is so sad alexa play Everytime We Touch by Cascada

[wewetkes]

this is so sad alexa play everytime we touch

[zaraegis]

you know what else is bad? when the fandom consists of about five other people and a shoelace and literally nobody else ships the same ships as you

This is so sad, Alexa play Everytime We Touch