#and then they made it??? out of the junks in their place??

[ur-local-snowman]

MerShark!Soap x Human!Ghost

Part 2/???

Soap absolutely delighted in seeing Ghost take the items he left for him. He made mental notes of what he took and what was left so he could find more for next time.

By this time, it'd been months of him just watching this strange human. He'd never stayed somewhere for this long. There was just something about this man that drew him in.

Soap slowly got more confident. Building his way up to wanting to meet the man. It wasn't until this particular night that soap had realized just how much he wanted to meet him.

Ghost, exhausted after a rather difficult day, had gotten home later than normal. Showered and changed into comfortable clothes before heading down to the pier, as per his usual routine. It'd been a few days since he'd seen a new pile of junk on the pier waiting for him, so this time he looked ahead of him to see if it were there.

Only this time, he saw something else waiting for him. From where he stood, it looked to be a man, sitting on the edge of the pier, placing down said pile of junk, dripping wet. Ghost couldn't make out any important details, other than the muscular looking frame and what looked to be a Mohawk hairstyle.

Ghost was about to call out to them when he took a step, some leaves crunching under the weight of his boot. The man at the pier seemed to startle, looking back towards Ghost before hurriedly sliding into the water, effectively disappearing from view.

Ghost took off, running the rest of the way to the pier and looking out into the water. His first thought was that the man had fell into the water. The pier could be rather slippery at times. But as he looked out into the water, he saw something beneath the surface that made him question it.

It was there and gone before he could blink. A grey-ish blue colored creature with black on the tips of the fins. If he didn't know any better, he'd say it were a shark. Except... Sharks didn't live out this far.

Soap knew he'd been caught. He knew he'd been seen. At this point he was faced with two choices. Stay underwater and pretend he was never there... Or go up and meet this man he'd been watching so closely over the past few months.

He looked up, seeing the man looking over the edge of the pier. He'd never really gotten such a good look at his face before. Even now the water distorts his features slightly.

Giving in to his own thoughts, soap slowly swam up to the surface, a bit away from the man so as to not startle him. He didn't show himself completely just yet, only the top of his head down to his nose showing over the water.

He was nervous, his stomach doing entire gymnastics routines as he watched the man lift his head. The eye contact they made seemed to be the only thing that mattered in the world.

Ghost heard movement in the water, looking up to see what it was. What he didn't expect to see were eyes. Human eyes. Staring dead at him, as if he were the only thing in existence.

The world seemed to stop in the moment, a good few minutes passing before Ghost finally spoke up, his Manc accent heavy in his words.

"You alright there mate?"

Soap could've sworn he forgot how to breathe in that moment. It was even better than he'd imagined. Months of watching this man, observing him, and this is the first time hearing his voice.

As if he'd just remembered something, the man straightened up, looking around in a calm sort of panic.

"Hey I coulda sworn I saw a shark in the water there.. c'mon lemme help you out before you get hurt."

He'd extended his hand out to soap, a gesture to get the man out of the water before some vicious creature came to attack. Soap rose a bit more out o the water, the surface of the water now being at shoulder level as he shook his head.

"No! N-no it's alright-" Soaps accent was just as heavy, Scottish in every way. Upon seeing the look of confusion and surprise on the man's face, he almost shied away.

Soap felt obligated to relieve the man of his confusion, sighing as he dove down I to the water, making sure to flick his tail at the surface to be seen before peeking out again.

TBC -

Part 1 linked 👇🏽 🫶🏽

[flavored-soda]

the infamous kitchen ring cutter

Rating: R (18+) minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, it's basically just straight smut.

Word Count: 1.9k

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Summary: During a long sleepover at Evan's, Tommy finds his ring cutter while trying to make breakfast for them. When questioned about it, Tommy quickly realizes what "other stuff" Evan might need the ring cutter for.

“Evan?” He called out.

“Yea, babe?” The response came from the bathroom. The words echoed off the tile before making their way to Tommy’s ears. Evan was currently in the shower, having just got home from a workout.

The two were both off on their mandatory 48, their schedules finally lining up for once. They took the opportunity to spend it together for a two day sleepover. Tommy had come over last night after he got off his shift. The night was spent watching movies and cuddling. It was a nice change of pace from the chaos of being a firefighter. The two had fallen asleep in a tangle of each other’s limbs. They were equally lazy as they got up to start the day, but eventually, Evan insisted on getting a small workout in and Tommy offered to make breakfast. 

“Why do you have a ring cutter in your kitchen?” It was placed in a junk drawer of sorts. If Tommy hadn’t been searching the kitchen for a spatula, he probably wouldn’t have even found it.

“What?” He heard the door open and watched as Evan stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. He was rubbing another towel over his head.

“I asked why you have a ring cutter in your kitchen?” Tommy let his eyes roam over his boyfriend’s body, licking his lips at the sight.

“Oh. Um…” There was that adorable stutter, it only became more prominent when Evan was nervous. “It’s in case… that, uh, I need it.” 

Oh, he was trying to hide something. If there was one thing Tommy had learned in their time together so far was that Evan was a terrible liar. He stuttered and paused more than normal and he would always try to avoid eye contact. Occasionally, his voice would crack too. Tommy smirked.

“In case you need it?” He set down the ring cutter on the counter, having been holding it. 

“Mhm.” Evan responded, dropping the towel he was using for his hair. 

Tommy moved out from the island and started making his way towards his lover. 

“And what, exactly,  would you need it for? I’ve never seen you wear any rings, Evan.” He was almost standing in front of him. Evan was watching him, shifting his feet but never moving out of Tommy’s path.

“I don’t wear them often.” He swallowed and Tommy watched his Adam’s apple bob as he did. 

“Oh, that’s a shame.” He was standing in front of his boyfriend now, close enough to touch. He reached down and grabbed one of Evan’s hands, bringing it up and playing with his fingers.  “I bet you would look pretty in them.”

Evan took a sharp breath, pride ran through Tommy at the noise. He loved the effect that he had on the younger. How easily he could get him riled up, he had never been with someone so eager. It was intoxicating. 

Tommy moved in a little closer. The hand he was holding now had their fingers interlaced, the older’s other hand moving to his boyfriend’s waist. Evan’s other hand had moved to place onto the one of his waist. His eyes flicked down to Tommy’s lips and the other watched as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Tommy gave him a smug smile before pushing in. Their lips meeting in a harsh kiss, pushing against one another.

Their fingers slipped from each other’s hold giving Tommy the chance to move both his hands to Evan’s hips. He used the position to walk his boyfriend back until his back hit the nearest wall, holding him against it. Evan moved his hands to Tommy’s hair and gave a soft tug. Tommy let out a soft gasp, giving his lover the opportunity to slip his tongue between his lips. Tommy may have a certain effect on Evan, but Evan had that same effect on him. The younger was skilled in figuring out just what touches made Tommy tick and it drove him wild. Evan gave his hair another sharp pull as if to drive the point home.

He pushed further into Evan, pressing his thumbs into his lover’s hips and slotting a leg between Evan’s. The movement caused the younger’s towel to become loose, the small piece of fabric that was separating Tommy from every inch of his boyfriend was starting to slip away the more heated the two got. Tommy pulled away with Evan’s bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a slight tug just to hear the other let out a groan. 

“Jesus Christ.” Evan moaned as Tommy pushed his thigh further into him. His boyfriend shifted, grinding down against him.

“Just Tommy is fine, baby.” He heard Evan give a soft chuckle before it was cut off by another moan. Tommy had moved from his lips to his neck, going straight for the sweet spot he found during their first makeout session. The older was equally skilled in making Evan tick.

He felt Evan’s hips start a rhythm against his thigh in response, he used the hold he still had on them to help guide him. The towel, the only solace that was keeping this makeout session at a PG-13 rating, had completely fallen away. Tommy pulled away from his boyfriend’s neck to watch the scene unfolding before him.

Evan was unbearably hard, the head of his cock red and slick with precum. Tommy’s pant leg had a small wet patch from it. There were small red marks from Tommy’s hands pressing into Evan’s hips that would surely form bruises later. The younger’s skin was flushed as a sheen of sweat started to surface. The sight was doing nothing for Tommy’s own erection that was straining against the crotch of his pajama pants. Evan was letting out a slew of noises that were only adding to Tommy’s arousal.

“Look at you, baby. You look so gorgeous like this.” Tommy said, switching between pressing soft kisses and new marks into his lover’s neck and shoulders. Evan wiggled against him, moving his hands to Tommy’s shoulders to get a better rhythm going.

“Would look prettier in a ring.” He mumbled out, letting out a whine to punctate the statement. Tommy let out a breathy chuckle.

“We can save that for next time, baby.” Tommy’s leg slipped from between Evan’s legs. resulting in whines and protests. “It’s okay, love, I got you.” One of his hands moved from the younger’s hip to his cock, ghosting his fingertips along the way. Evan bucked up into the touch.

“Fuck, please, Tommy.” 

The older moved his hand onto the base, starting with slow and languid strokes. Dragging his thumb over the slit to catch beads of precum and spread it down the length. The motion was pulling the most delicious noises from his boyfriend. He leaned back into a kiss, filthy as he swallowed down moans. He picked up his pace, moving his hand faster now. 

Evan was squirming against him, bucking his hips into Tommy’s touch and throwing his head back against the wall. The image of his boyfriend like this never failed to turn Tommy on. His own cock straining more against his boxers, almost becoming uncomfortable. He had half the mind to pull down his own waistband and start pumping himself in tandem with Evan. Almost as if his boyfriend read his thoughts, Evan moved a hand down to Tommy’s side, trying to anchor himself against Tommy’s unrelenting rhythm. He moved further down until he could slip it under one of the elastic of the older man’s boxers and PJs. Tommy let out his own groan as Evan’s hand brushed against him, fumbling to pull Tommy out of his confines.

“Holy fuck, baby.” It was his boyfriend’s turn to smirk. 

The intenseness of Evan’s touch was something that Tommy didn’t know he needed. It was heavy and sloppy but it was perfect in its goal of riling the older up. The new sensation caused the hand on his boyfriend’s cock to stutter. The younger didn’t even seem to notice as he fucked into Tommy’s hand with little moans and groans. And god, wasn’t that a sight?

Evan with his head thrown back against the wall, eyes nearly closed in pleasure and squeezing tight when there was a particularly good stroke. He would look at Tomm through his lashes, his cheeks flushed so red that it flowed down to his chest. The crane of his neck gave Tommy the perfect angle to place more bites and marks, and now gave the perfect view to watching all that handiwork start to bloom with color. All of it was punctuated with the other man’s hand on his own cock, hand attempting to move in time with his own thrusts into Tommy’s touch. 

“Fuck, Evan.” If his boyfriend wasn’t already so far gone he would’ve started teasing Tommy before picking up the pace. Instead, he groaned and tried to move his along the entirety of the older’s length, the keyword being tried. It was a sloppy and blind movement that elicited another moan from the older.

Tommy imagined Evan would be pretty smug with himself right now if he wasn’t chasing his orgasm. And Tommy could tell he was close. The moans and whispers of broken begging had turned to whines and rapid breaths. The younger’s chest was rising and falling faster and his hips were moving erratically. 

He moved his focus from the length of Evan’s cock to the head. He swiped his thumb over the slit repeatedly, letting his fingers close around the rest of the length. The new movement had Evan singing. His hips were starting to stutter more as he became more frantic, a string of “please, please, please” leaving his lips. The hand around Tommy’s length had more or less stalled its movements, relying on the older’s powerful thrusts to continue moving it.

At this point, they were both fucking into each other’s hands. Evan was closer to reaching his finish than Tommy, which only became even more evident as the younger’s hips stalled. A string of curses and “Tommy” escaping him has the ropes of cum shot onto his stomach and Tommy’s hand and shirt. The first time Tommy had ever seen him finish, it was apparent where he got the nickname “Firehose” from. 

Tommy wasn’t far behind him, working Evan through his orgasm while he thrust deeper into the other’s hand. A few catches of the head on his boyfriend’s fingers and he was spilling his own mess onto Evan and himself. Tommy’s hands had moved back to Evan’s hips, using them to hold himself up after his release all while stills holding his boyfriend against the wall. They both reveled in each other while they caught their breath. Then Evan let out a laugh, effectively breaking the enjoyable silence between them.

“I’m going to need another shower.” Tommy gave his own chuckle at that.

“I might join you. Go for round two and clean all this stickiness off.” Their cocks brushed together as Tommy shifted, they both winced. “Or maybe not.” 

“You can take a shower first. I can use the towel and clean up for now.” Evan said. Tommy gave him a small smile before leaning in for a soft kiss. 

“Alright, I’ll finish making breakfast when I get out.”

“And I’ll change and meet you in the kitchen.” 

They shared one more soft kiss before parting ways. And if Tommy noticed any “jewelry boxes” when he grabbed a towel from the linen closet, he didn’t mention it.

[bambi-slxt]

🤍𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐔𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭🤍

𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞

word count: 500+

genre/tropes: friendship, fluff

warnings: none <3

notes from bambi: cute little blurb before bed - thank you so much for 400+ followers! you guys are the sweetest.

“Matt, come on! We’re gonna miss it!” I pulled him through the door and shadows raced over his wide smile. “Hurry up!” If my panting punctuated my words, my laughter accented them–I felt breathless from exhilaration. 

The grime-covered walls blurred past as I sprang over scrap piles and spreads of junk with Matt in tow, holding as tightly to his hand as he held mine. Rounding a corner, I saw the stairs–perfect. We bounded up the steps. I ignored the barking pain in my thighs, knowing the reward far outweighed the setbacks. 

“It’s right up here, right?” Matt asked, pushing off a wallet the landing to give himself momentum. 

“Yes, hurry,” I begged, flashing my still-joyous smile at him. He shook his head and broke into a sprint as I followed close at his heels.

 The parking garage lost power years ago and now its’ lights lay dormant, dusty, and decrepit. Still, I tried the switch on the wall just in case.

Nothing. 

Not surprising, and anyway, fluorescents ruined the experience.

“We’re almost there,” I gasped out. Adrenaline rushed through my brain and I felt light-headed. Matt chuckled and tugged me along the concrete walls. We jumped over a crumbling parking stop, fighting the incline, turning the corner, there’s the ladder, hurry, hurry, hurry, up, up, go go go go go GO-

And there it was.

The roof.

BOOM!

Green and blue sparkled against the backdrop of the night sky, glittering with fire and smoke.

“They just started!”

“Fuck yeah.”

CRACKLE!

Dissipation.

“Fucking fireworks, Matt.”

“I know,” he said, leaning on my shoulder to catch his breath, blue eyes drawn helplessly to the sparkling abyss above.

“I can’t believe we made it up here,” I breathed.

“The fact that the cop didn’t catch us was wild.”

“Or the concierge!”

“I thought for sure, for sure, she was gonna get you.”

FEEEEEE-

“Dude, I know! And the fucking alarm?”

“Oh my god, the fucking alarm-”

BOOM!

Pink lit up the air, dancing wildly across my vision.

“Holy shit.”

CRACKLE!

Dissipation.

“This is easily the best place to watch them.”

“No, literally. I used to come up here all the time when I was younger, all of us would.”

“Yeah?” Matt turned to me.

“Yeah!” I said, “We would pack camp chairs and blankets and a cooler for water and sandwiches and stuff, and we’d get some bug spray and head up here to watch them fire off over the harbor.” I laughed, memories resurfacing. “My cousins took their speaker one year and we got here early, and by the time the fireworks started, all the other kids were dancing with us.”

FEEEEEE-

“Here comes another one.”

“I’m guessing yellow, wh-”

BOOM!

Orange burst across the water and rained down like meteors.

“Fuck.”

“It’s kinda yellow?”

CRACKLE!

Dissipation.

“We forgot the water,” Matt said with a groan.

“Shit.”

“It’s downstairs, on the hotel lady’s desk.”

I scoffed. “You’re kidding.”

“No ma’am.”

“Jesus,” I giggled, holding my stomach.

“But, hey, at least we made it up here!”

FEEEEEE-

“Green!”

“Again?”

BOOM!

I laughed in Matt’s face as brilliant purple lit up his scowl. “You’re bad at this.”

“Shut up.”

CRACKLE!

Dissipation.

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[xxkissesforchanniexx]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader (zombie apocalypse au) Word count: 1.6k Warning: ATEEZ IS THE ENEMY excluding Seonghwa, Yeosang, & Wooyoung, ateez has history with reader, mentions of character death, San is crazy, guns of course, Chan is a tiny bit protective and possessive, tell me if i missed anything

A/N: if you want to be tagged in updates of this series just say in the comments, felt like this was mad short... but I hope you like it :3

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Chapter 3

He remembered it like it was yesterday. It was her or him... He made a choice... It was his best friend or her...

"Channie. Let's get through this together eh?"

Chan sat up in fear as he remembered the machete that had stabbed the ground centimeters away from his neck.

Chan covered his face and exhaled slowly before rolling out of bed, he grabbed his gun and walked outside, as he exited the car that led into the hideout he raised a brow as he saw you sitting on a pile of rubble.

"Y/N?" He tilted his head at you.

You looked at him and shrugged. "Needed some fresh air. You?"

"Couldn't sleep." He shrugged and climbed up the pile in a few large steps.

You had a bottle in your hand and he took it from you. "Someone has alcohol." he gasped.

"You act as if you don't." You rolled your eyes.

"See but mine isn't just for nothing." he took a swig and handed the bottle back to you.

"Oh?" You raised a brow.

"It's... uhh... Motivation." He gave you a small sheepish smile.

It wasn't an expression you'd expected to see on Chan.

"Minho's better." You stared at the exit of the tunnel.

"Can't let you leave-"

"Because you know where our hideout is." You gave Chan a side eye. "I don't intend on leaving thanks. This is the most stable place me and Hwa have gotten since..."

Chan turned to you, "Since what?"

"Since the apocalypse began." You said looking at your alcohol.

Chan hummed. "In the beginning, it was just me Jisung and..." Chan's face fell momentarily. "You don't have to leave."

You patted his shoulder and said, "Don't intend on doing so for a long while..." You slid off the pile and went back to the car. "You coming?"

"Gonna stay here for a bit..." Chan said.

"Mmk." You waved, "Don't get some random disease, I prefer sleeping." Then you entered the car and slid down.

Chan rolled his eyes and stared at the tunnel... "Eunbi..."

"SEUNGMIN!" Hyunjin and Changbin sang in unison as they burst out of Hyunjin's room.

Seungmin cringed. "Please be quiet..."

Hyunjin slapped paper on the table where Seungmin sat and crossed his arms. "I think I've got it figured out now!"

Seungmin looked at him. "What?"

You looked from where you stood with Jisung and Yongbok in the kitchen. "What are you guys screaming about?"

"Y/N!" Changbin put his arm around you. "Imagine, a working plane."

"Now how the fuc-" You started.

"THINK ABOUT IT!" Changbin shook you.

"I'm thinking it's impossible." Chan's voice came from the hall as he walked out, rubbing sleep from his eyes with a very angry expression. "You wanna know what else I'm thinking Changbin?"

Changbin laughed nervously, "What?"

Chan walked up to him and the rest of the boys scattered.

You stood there in confusion until Chan hooked his elbow around Changbin's head and dragged him, screwing his knuckles into the poor, shorter man's head.

You laughed as Chan gave Changin a noogie.

"I think it's too early to be shouting." Chan huffed releasing the whining Changbin.

"IT'S 1 P.M!" Changbin shouted, rubbing his head as the other members laughed.

Chan turned to Changbin's accomplice. Hyunjin stood straight, going silent.

"We're going out later." Chan said.

"What for?" Minho asked.

Seonghwa came out from the hall and sighed. "Hyunjin wants to use the plane he saw last time he went out."

"What for?" You asked this time.

"There was a lot of junk planes where I saw it. If we can get that plane working..."

"It'll appear on someone's radar.." Jeongin's eyes widened from where he fiddling with a computer motherboard.

"SOOO.. WE MIGHT FIND OTHER PEOPLE?!" Yongbok jumped.

"Trustworthy people." Chan shrugged. "If the plane flies... We might be able to get to them too."

Yongbok jumped up, "LET'S GO NOW!"

Chan turned to Yongbok slowly. "Later."

"Why?!"

Chan walked towards Yongbok who ran away.

"JISUNG PROTECT ME!"

"I'm going to sleep." Chan started walking back to his room.

"You don't want to eat?" You looked at him.

He inhaled deeply, "I'll eat later."

Seonghwa leaned over to you. "Give me his portion."

"AH!" Chan huffed, exasperated, sitting beside Seungmin.

You smiled and looked back at your business in the kitchen.

You packed enough food to last the group two days, just in case. It was you, Seonghwa, Chan, and Hyunjin, going to identify the plane Hyunjin had seen.

Chan drove carefully through the city.

"The plane is in the red zone." Hyunjin said, looking back at you and Seonghwa.

"All this for a plane we don't even know can fly or not.." Seonghwa sighed.

"It'll be fine." You huffed. "We just look at the plane's parts and go."

Chan looked at you in the rearview mirror. "If you see an infected-"

"Don't engage, get away quietly." You and Hyunjin made a face.

Chan rolled his eyes.

As you drove through what used to be Seoul you saw a few infected running after the car but giving up after a while. You watched as city turned into industrial area and Chan turned off the road, onto concrete, the car shook a little and Seonghwa sucked in a breath. Hyunjin snickered.

Chan stopped in front of a big building and you made a face, the sun was almost setting. "We eat then we start looking, quicker we get this over with, quicker we can go home."

You all agreed and you handed each of them some food.

After you finished eating, and went to the back of the building, Chan helping you and Hyunjin jump the fence. There was a wide open field with rundown planes.

Hyunjin sprinted to the plane he had told you about and jumped around, "Isn't she a beauty?!"

Seonghwa rolled his eyes. "It's a plane."

"But it could fly..." Hyunjin said, walking over to Chan. "Chan-"

"Look it over, find the radar-" Chan started but was cut off by sharp laugh.

"This plane, this junkyard, that building belong to my people."

You looked towards the voice, and Seonghwa stepped in front of you.

"Y/N!" A man with dark hair and a bruise on his cheek smiled at you from where he stood on the plane's wing..

"San." Seonghwa stared at him.

Chan looked at you before turning to the man. "Who are you?"

"Y/N's friend." San smiled and jumped down. "Seonghwa's too.."

"Why are you here-" You tried to move past Seonghwa but he held you back.

"I should ask you that question." San huffed, walking towards you. "Hongjoong's been looking for you for a while-"

Chan put his arm between San and you, glaring at the man. "You stay away from my people." His eyes narrowed.

"Your people??" San looked shocked, he cocked his head towards you, "Y/N is with us."

Chan reached to his side for his gun. "Who is us-"

"Go ahead Y/N. Who are we?" San looked at you, tilting his head.

Chan slowly turned to look at you.

"If there is anyone who is one of my people..." San pulled out his gun just as Chan did.

Chan pointed his at San's temple. "Prove it. Women are really rare around here... Y/N is with me."

San pointed the gun at Seonghwa.

Hyunjin stood ready to pull out his gun.

"I have to say the odds aren't in your favor." Chan said softly as he cocked his gun. "I don't think it's safe for you to try."

San's eyes narrowed. "Yeah. You're right."

Suddenly a pick-up truck swerved around Hyunjin and Chan grabbed you and Seonghwa, pulling you out of its way just as the back door opened and a man with a pretty face, dark hair and green highlights reached for his hand.

San grabbed it and the pretty man locked eyes with you.

A man with a sharp jaw, short black hair and big eyes looked at you as he turned the wheel swerving around again and driving out of the junk yard.

You cringed at the size of the hole their car blew into the fence.

Chan looked at you, his expression blank. "Explain."

"It's not what you think-" Seonghwa tried to step between you two.

Chan glared at him. "What am I supposed to think?!"

"Chan-" Hyunjin reached for him.

"Who are you?" Chan shouted at you.

You cringed. "Let me-"

"It's not her fault." Seonghwa interrupted you.

"Oh?" Chan whipped to face him. "It's yours then?"

"Bang Chan you know that's not it-" Seonghwa said, clearly getting frustrated.

"What do I know about you to really? For all I know you could have set us up!"

"I would NEVER!" You snapped.

"What am I supposed to believe about you!?" He retorted. "You robbed me when we met, you act a fool with the guys and now this!"

You stared at him. "Don't believe me then."

"Fine."

"Fine!"

Seonghwa grabbed you. "We don't need thi-"

You pulled away from him and stormed back to the car.

Seonghwa glared at Chan for a moment before going after you.

Hyunjin looked at Chan, "They probably have their own reasons. You should know that.."

Chan bit his lip. That guy couldn't have been serious. And who the hell was Hongjoong...

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[cochidinh]

The illness hit my brain again and I will ramble about why I like the Ota tribe. Again. Yes. Again.

I mean, look

Soooooooo badass, right?!

The 5 characters in the photo come from Ota City, where polluted by industry, and has become a slum filled with crime. That's why they are Ota Tribe.

When they first appeared in the anime, I didn't even see the art above, what I saw was a group of people wrapped in robes and looking like beggars asking for money. When Haru (one of the main characters) gave them a piece of candy, it was enough to make them happy and I was like "Aww they do look a bit weird but it's cute somehow"

no shit. they fucking blew up the mansion after taking the gold with them. But still...cute? (sorry the mansion owner, you have too many girls with you, I'm jealous). In short, that's enough for me to have a basic opinion about these characters.

They steal, but they are also not picky with what they get. They are chaotic, but they have their own rule.

I look at the cast of characters in the anime and it's funny, not counting the NPCs that look like they're copied and pasted, the main cast is like this

I swear the air and water in Ota are polluted from the dye factory or something that's giving them that edgy emo make-up aesthetic look (Oh don't worry Saigo you look great, and Yukigaya you look adorable)

I looked at this team and the only thing that popped into my head was that they were all picked up from the trash can and taken to a garbage dump (effortlessly) by Sonoda.

Sonoda is the ermmm pretty boy with the mask in the center. Yeah I know he looks normal and you can find a bunch of white-haired anime guys like him or whatever. That's right, why are you wearing a shirt, tie and bow-tie shoes in this city? Are you a lost high school student or are you trying to look more mature with that style? (It's suit you <3) and I still love this photo of you.

Even though he's an asshole, I have to admit that his looks are so deceiving. His eyes are very sad, he drags out the last syllable, he apologizes when people tell him he's not allowed to do that (still does), and he likes to bring food home to share with everyone ( even though it contains explosives). He beats and kills people because he likes it, oh what an atrocity. Best boy ever. We should throw him down the drain.

He already lives in such a stinky place? whoops

Haneda Kiyoshiro. yeah that baby face boy. yeah. He is obsessed with his leader. In a best-worst way that makes you back and forth between "he has a crush on Sonoda" and "He wants to crush Sonoda". It's very complicated but I wrote a fic on ao3 about him so you can check it out-

anw I was a bit surprised because I thought they had dumb luck when it came to making this and that machine but honestly, they're pretty good, aren't they? Especially Haneda's birthday fact, he used paper to write down and analyze Sonoda's behavior. I thought that the Ota tribe was completely illiterate, they couldn't read and never had a book or something ToT (It's all because the battle with Minato was so impressive)

Yukigaya, girl, so cute I want to adopt her. She's always hungry and eats cakes all the time, but she's still 44kg?? girl u okay???

Asahikawa, the joker gremlin. He is. everything. I'm sorry for calling you joker. You are funny, always happy and smiling but your taste in music is...urg...

Saigo. Everyone needs a big man in their team. He looks the most normal but I don't know? He is on good terms with all the members. But is there really a normal person in Ota?

[obliviousriki]

Wreckage of Alcamoth.

[bootyful-seventeen]

hey y'all, anyone have any good stress relief tehniques or habits they'd like to share cuz I've been more stressed in the last 3 weeks then I was in the last 6 months

[rai-knightshade-art]

"I'm your Super Friend! Super Friend! If you need a compliment, I can rattle off a dozen!"

Super Friend, from CW's The Flash episode "Duet"

"I can't say it, so I'll sing it!"

Pitch Perfect RarePair Week Prompt #7

And that's the end! I can't believe we've already made it to the end of RarePair Week 🥺 and with a full year to wait until the next one! I hope everyone has enjoyed the absolutely STUNNING entries that everyone's been putting out, seriously everybody is so TALENTED!! I can't wait to see how everyone ends their week with this prompt tbh, I know it's gonna be a lot of fun!

As for second of my two final entries, I figured since I started with something fun and lighthearted, I'd end with something fun too! And what better way to do that than with a redraw of one of my favorite Musical Episode™ scenes ever: Super Friends, from The Flash! And once I decided that this was the route I was gonna go with, I knew there was no better pair for it than Benji and Emily! I don't know if y'all have noticed from my... everything, but I have some Ideas™ about the sexualities (and genders but that's not super relevant right here) about some of these characters, and one of them... is that you can pull Queerplatonic duo Benji and Emily from my cold, dead, ace hands. 😂 I know PP2 tried to sell them as a romantic ship, and while I don't necessarily mind that, tbh I feel like, while they might have, like, a nice solid life long bond, I don't really see it as a romantic one ya know? So I headcanon both of them as some kind of ace and maybe aro, and in the Big Damn Fic™ they're hanging out in the background in LA as platonic roomies!

And if you missed it, check out today's other post here!

Links to the rest of my Pitch Perfect RarePair Week posts can be found below the cut, and the Image ID is in the alt text!

Days I'm participating in (and the Entries I've posted):

Day 1 (this is me trying): Link

Day 2 (I've missed you): Link

Day 5 (if honesty means telling the truth... Then the truth is I'm still in love with you): Link

Day 6 (there's no way that it's not going to happen with you looking at me like that): Link

Day 7.1 (I can't say it, so I'll sing it): Link

Day 7.2 (part 2): You Are Here!

[here-there-everyfuckenwhere]

Here’s the thing though

I’ve seen so much disappointing TV recently. Queerbaiting. Decline in quality. Shows getting cancelled prematurely. Shows dragging on for far too long after they said they should end it. Good characters played by great actors being ignored/sidelined for entire seasons.

And. Idk. I think I’m starting to worry about shows that I’ve been eagerly waiting on, because lately it’s just been such a let down...

[owoiwonderwhatsthis]

What if RC9GN, JTHM, and IZ all took place in the same universe but the area that JTHM and IZ takes place in is always referred to as ‘That Shadowy place over there’ to Norrisville as the citizens just don’t wanna go there because of the rumors they’ve heard of that place.

[sternbagel]

Redoing basically my whole room and replacing like 5/8 pieces of furniture over this weekend makes me realize that I’m gonna have to take a whole ass week off whenever I move. Because I’ve been cleaning all day and am so exhausted lmao

[vimbry]

lmao the neo clone I played over a year ago that had a toxic discord server, bot scandals, and a completely wrecked economy from day 1 has a writeup on r/hobbydrama now

[onethousandrbirds]

the newest ridiculous situation i've found myself in is noticing that someone (the police, possibly) seem to have placed a signal jammer in the park i run/play pokemon go in

[esleep]

i actually do kinda like delivering groceries on the side because it gives me such a unique cross-section of the community. i never know whose groceries im shopping for until i finish the delivery and see them/their home and it's like it adds more detail to the picture of who they are. the baby supplies going to the apartment that i know for a fact is one bedroom (they'll be moving soon - i bet they're apartment hunting, i hope they find a place). the new cat litter box, bowl, and kitten food going to the house covered in "i <3 my dog" paraphernalia (a kitten definitely showed up on the porch recently and made itself at home). the fairly healthy boring grocery order that includes an incongruous tub of candy-filled ice cream going to the home of an elderly woman with toddler toys in the yard (it's clearly for her grandkids, whom she sees often).

shopping for someone else's groceries is a fairly intimate thing. i've bought condoms and pregnancy tests, allergy medicine and nyquil, baby benadryl and teething gel, a huge pile of veggies paired with an equally huge pile of junk food, tampons and shampoo and closet organizers and ant traps and deodorizing shoe inserts and a million other little things that tell a million different stories in their endless combinations. one time someone had me buy one single green bean. i messaged them to confirm that's actually what they wanted, and they said yes - neither of them liked green beans very much, but they had a baby they were introducing to solid foods, and they wanted to let him try one to see if he liked them. another time i had someone request 50 fresh roma tomatoes - not for a restaurant, but for a person in an apartment. the kitchen behind them smelled like basil and garlic when they opened the door. another time i brought groceries to three elderly blind women who share a house. that was one of the few times i have ever broken my rule and gone inside a place i've delivered to, because they asked if i could place the grocery bags in a specific location in the kitchen for them to work on unloading and there was no way i was going to refuse helping.

i gripe about the poor tippers, but people can also be incredibly kind. one time i took shelter from a sudden vicious hailstorm inside an older lady's home in a trailer park, while i was in the middle of delivering her groceries. we both huddled just inside the door, watching in shock as golf-ball-sized hail swept through for about five minutes and then disappeared. she handed me an extra $10 bill on my way out the door.

when covid was at its deadliest, people would leave extra (often lysol-scented) cash tips and thank-you notes for me taped to the door or partially under the mat. i especially loved the clearly kid-drawn thank you notes with marker renderings of blobby people in masks, or trees, or rainbows. in summer of 2020 i delivered to a nice older couple who lived outside of town in the hills, and they insisted i take a huge double handful of extra disposable gloves and masks to wear while shopping - those were hard to find in stores at the time, but they wanted me to have some of their supply and wouldn't take no for an answer.

anyway. all this to say people are mostly good, or at least trying to be, despite my complaints.

[welcometobrightvale]

u know what i care about way more than getting rid of pets' dislikes. they NEED to stagger restock times.

idc if the way things are now helps prevent bots and scalpers. im just trying to do my daily quest log and EVERY shop i try is sold out. i go to the games room. come back. i missed restock AGAIN

[dany36]

I know people hate on airbnbs but I’m literally staying at the best airbnb I’ve ever stayed at in all of my years traveling and the lady is so damn nice and welcoming and it obviously looks like she’s invested a lot in making these cottages as warm and cozy as possible and it’s like…I hope that airbnb doesn’t crash or anything because otherwise I would have never gotten a chance to experience being out here in the middle of nowhere with a clear view of the stars at night and with homemade bread (made by the hostess!!) ready to be eaten in the morning

so yeah airbnb is good sometimes

Edit:

These are all the guestbooks people have signed over the years wow! I forgot to mention that I’m sad cus I’m only staying here one night 😭😭 I already signed the guestbook because I was just so impressed with the entire tour and warm welcome we got. Will definitely have to come back here again and stay for longer next time 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️