#let's pretend this doesn't look awful ok

[zhouxiangs]

way, you don't have to follow him.

[yuukiiqwq]

Satoru Gojo, the strongest, who cared only about dominating the court suddenly cared only about you. Him and his team were practicing for a game next week in the school gym when he noticed you sitting among the crowd of spectators. Whenever him and his team practice, the students in school will always come watch in their free time. He recognized some familiar faces, but you, he doesn't recognize you. He had never seen you here before, and something about you dragged his attention towards you.

Satoru, who never misses a shot when he has his hand on the ball, suddenly misses? Dead silence. His team stared at him with confusion and disbelief that the Satoru Gojo missed a shot. His best friend and teammate, Suguru, came up to him with concern in his eyes and asked– "Are you alright, Satoru?"

Satoru runs his hand through his hair and huffed out a fine to his best friend. What the fuck just happened to him? Must have been a fluke he said to himself as his eyes wandered towards the crowd who was gossiping about his failed shot. His eyes then wandered towards you who was staring right at him. His eyes widen when you caught him staring at you before quickly turning away. His heart racing in his chest in an uncontrollable pace. He noticed Suguru and his teammates still staring at him with concern in their eyes.

"C'mon, let's continue practice," he sighs. "I just got distracted. It won't happen again."

The team was reluctant to continue practice because no matter how distracted Gojo was, he had never missed a shot. He could practically play a game with his eyes closed and not miss, but all of a sudden, he missed? As practice continued, Satoru made no other mistakes. He didn't miss again, but every time he scores, his eyes always end up wandering towards you.

Fuck. What the fuck is happening to him? Why can't he stop his eyes from going towards you whenever he scores? Why is he so focused on the way your eyes light up in awe as he makes every shot? The way you wet your soft looking lips with your tongue as you stood at the edge of your seat. You were a sinful sight to behold.

When practice ended, Satoru quickly left the court to go to the locker room. As he pushed past his teammates, he noticed their confused expression. Their confusion was understandable because, normally, Satoru would be the last one to their locker room. Satoru loves attention, so he would always give out fan services when practice or a game ends. However, this time, Satoru was quickly pushing open the gym door to escape, and his eyes wander towards you one last time before completely exiting the gym. He doesn't like what he's feeling right now. It was suffocating, but it's ok, right? Today was just a one-time thing. Oh, how wrong he was.

Since that day, he noticed that you always were there during their practice. He knows you're not from his school because of your uniform, so who exactly were you? Who allowed you in? And why is it that he couldn't get enough of you? Why did you suddenly show up in his life out of nowhere?

Satoru sat down on the bench as the other continued the practice game, wiping his sweat with his towel as he secretly watched you. You who had his under some kind of spell. You who he hasn't spoken one word to since the day he saw you. He wanted you to say his name. Hear the syllables of his name come out of your soft looking lips. Gojo wasn't dumb. He just likes pretending to be, so it doesn't help that he knew exactly what was going on with him. He knew what he was feeling, and it was downright stupid. Fuck love at first sight. It shouldn't exist. He shouldn't want to kiss you. He doesn't even know your name! He groans as he run his hand through his hair again. He curse at himself before he felt something cold touch his cheeks.

"What caught your eyes, Captain?"

Satoru took the water bottle from Shoko's hand and took a big sip. "What are you doing here, Shoko? Don't you have that medical test or whatever to study for?"

Shoko rolled her eyes at his comment– "That was yesterday Gojo. So are you just going to ignore my question? Clearly, something is up for you to miss your shot a few days ago."

"No idea what you're talking about," Satoru replied as he fixed his hair. "Didn't miss nothing."

"Right. It's not like the whole school was gossiping about you missing for the first time."

"These people and their big mouths..." He mumbles. Funny coming from him since he himself would have done the same if the situation was flipped.

Shoko looked toward the place Gojo was eyeing and then saw you. She blinked once and then looked back at Gojo before huffing out a small laugh. Someone is going to be in for a surprise.

"That's his sister, y'know?"

"Not funny, Shoko," Satoru said before looking at Shoko's expression. She was serious. You and your brother look nothing alike. He sighs before mumbling a curse under his breath.

"Oh fuck indeed," Shoko laughs again as she turned towards the gym door. "Going to need some sweets?"

"Yeah, I'll pay you back later."

"Free of charge today. My compensation for this free entertainment. It's going to be an interesting few days." Satoru was now left to his own thoughts. He couldn't help but sigh at his predicament.

Satoru never got the chance to speak to you. Whenever he tries to go towards you, he stops and turns away. He couldn't help but be nervous when it comes to you. It's not his fault that he thinks he'll faint from hearing your voice. He'll talk to you one day when the opportunity arises. It seems fate had granted him his wish. Satoru had met you outside one morning right before his team game. You had accidentally bumped into him while rushing.

"Ouch!" You rubbed your nose from the sudden collision before looking up at him with your innocent and beautiful eyes. Oh fuck. Your voice was music to his ears. He just gone to heaven and what made it even worse was how you looked. Why the fuck do you look so pretty this early in the morning? He himself could barely get out of bed for today's game. His hair is messy and all over the place. His shirt is not all the way buttoned, and his tie is hanging loosely over his neck. If he didn't have a game today, he would be at school getting scold. He just looked like a mess compared to you. Sure, he is a hot mess right now, but this was not the impression he wanted to give when he talked to you. He listened to your endless apologies before interrupting with a question.

"You coming to the game?"

"Huh?" You stopped your apologies at his sudden question before his question clicked. You didn't know he noticed you during his practices. Your eyes instantly light up and grab his hand. "Yes, I am! I'm very excited since it's my first time witnessing a game! I've been to your practice for a while because of my brother's invitation. Oh, my brother is–"

As you continued your rambling, Satoru's eyes were fixated on the fact that you were holding his hands. Your small and soft hand holding his. He stopped your rambling by taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. An intimate act. You looked up at him in confusion, and before you could say anything, he was tugging you along.

"Making sure you don't get lost on the way. Let's walk together to the stadium." An excuse to keep your hand in his even though you were practically strangers. He made sure you couldn't let go.

When the two of you finally arrived at the stadium, he had to let you go. He didn't want to let go, but he had to go towards the locker room so he could change into his game uniform.

"Name is Satoru Gojo. Call me Satoru. Let's hang out after the game today." He then brought your hand towards his lips and kissed it. His eyes moved up towards your eyes, holding your gaze as he whispered– "Keep your eyes on me." He then quickly left towards the locker room, his ears burning from his sudden boldness. While he can dominate the court, you have dominated his heart.

When he entered the locker room, his team was already getting ready for the big games. He quickly went to his locker beside his best friend and started to undress his school uniform. Suguru was already ready for the game, so he was sitting on the bench in the locker room, drinking some water.

"I'm in love with your sister," Satoru blurted out, causing Suguru to immediately spit out the water he was drinking. Confusion and disbelief were written all over his face.

"What?"

Part 2

[hanniebaeee]

Baby Fever

Bang Chan x fem!reader

Warnings: baby talks?

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Summary: You and Chan are at a baby store, shopping for a friend's baby shower. And your husband experiences baby fever for the very first time.

The minute you step into the store, it feels like you've stepped into some kind of wonderland. The soft pastel shades, and soothing music in the background are just so overwhelmingly cute. You and Chan stroll through the store, browsing through the shelves for some gifts for your friend's baby shower.

You split up briefly, as you look through some cute little onesies, and Chan wanders away. A few minutes later, you realize that it's a bit too quiet, and Chan is nowhere to be seen. You look around, placing the onsie back in its place and your eyes search for your lost husband.

You start weaving through the aisles, your phone in hand to give him a call. And that's when you spot him.

Chan is standing in front of a display of baby shoes. In his hands is the tiniest pair of pastel blue baby shoes you've ever seen. His eyes are filled with awe, his lips curled into the softest smile.

You couldn't help but smile, leaning against a nearby shelf.

"Channie... everything ok?"

He jumps slightly, turning to look at you with wide eyes.

"Aren't these the cutest?" he asks, holding up the shoes like they were the most precious thing in the world. His voice is so full of excitement, you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

"They are cute," you tease, walking closer.

"So tiny!" Chan says, his cheeks glowing pink.

"They're baby shoes Channie, of course they're tiny." You say softly.

"But," Chan doesn't look like he understands. "How can anyone have such tiny feet?!"

You giggle watching him examine the little shoes in his hand, and it's just so pure and wholesome, your heart swells with love.

"That's how babies work, Chan. They have tiny feet, tiny hands... tiny everything!" You say, touching his arm gently.

"I know...its just, different, seeing it like this." Chan looks completely gone by now.

"What's on your mind, baby?" You ask, seeing the way Chan was so lost in the little thing. "Do you want to buy these for Jisoo?"

"What? No." Chan says quickly, holding the boots to his chest. "What if we… you know… need them someday?"

His cheeks are so red by now. You stare at your husband, trying to wrap your head around what he's trying to say. Sure, you've talked about babies before. You both want to have kids one day. But you've never really thought when.

You raise an eyebrow, amusement bubbling up inside you.

"Someday?"

Chan grins shyly, his ears turning slightly pink.

"You know…maybe... for our baby?" His voice is so low, you can barely hear him.

You bite your lip so you don't laugh, not because of the suggestion itself, but because of how adorably serious he looks.

"Chan, you can't just buy baby boots without a baby!" You say, covering your mouth with your hand as you laugh.

"But look at them!" He waves the tiny shoes in front of your face. "They’re so small, and soft, and—just imagine our baby in these!"

His eyes light up, and he's completely invested in this thought.

You lean in closer, your voice soft as you tease, "You can buy them once we have someone to wear them."

You wink at him and pretend it's nothing, but the effect is instantaneous. Chan’s face changes, the playful grin fading. He blinks, his lips parting slightly as his gaze locks with yours. And it's your turn to blush, as he says something that catches you completely off guard.

"Then let’s have a baby," he says, his voice soft but determined.

"Wait, what?" you stammer, as you blink in surprise.

"I mean it," he says, clutching the boots close to his heart. "If you’re up for it, I want this. I want… us to have a baby."

For a moment, all you can do is stare at him, your heart racing as you try to process his words. He is standing in front of you, baby boots in hand, with a look that is literally melting you on the spot. It is so absurdly cute and yet so deeply romantic at the same time.

"Channie-" You begin, but he just looks at you with those puppy eyes, making you want to just give in already.

But you reach out and take his hand in yours, and say, "We're in the middle of a store, baby. Can we go home and talk about this?"

His expression softens, but he is still holding on to the boots like they meant everything to him.

"Ok." He says, smiling at you.

Later, when you both reach the checkout counter, you are billing the items when you see it. A pair of tiny pastel blue shoes sliding across the counter as the cashier scans them.

"Chan!" You hiss, giving him a look. "Are you serious right now?!"

He shrugged, a sly grin creeping up on his face. "What? You never know when we'll need them!"

"You're unbelievable."

"I just like to be prepared."

"Oh my God!" You just can't with his guy.

"I have a feeling we'll need them real soon. Just saying." He smirks at you as you shake your head at him.

Your heart skips a beat and you playfully shove him away, both of you smiling.

As you walked out of the store, you couldn't help but feel a little warmth bloom inside your chest. And as you look at Chan, you know that those shoes will come in handy sooner than you think.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Been awhile that I have send a request...

So here! What is the character reaction when they see thier y/n! Wearing only thier shirt (like literally they got no pants) that always goes up when they stretch or reach something.

Sam! Hope you're ok and thanks for asking! Sorry for the delay with this one - I've just been obsessing over single characters. A lot. Here's a tier list of sorts. Hehehehe thinking about these especially for the innocent boys 😈

Lookism Boys reacting to you wearing just their shirt

Oops, you've broken their brain

These guys are sweet, innocent, and pretty inexperienced. Seeing you in just their shirt? With nothing underneath? That's indecent af but so hot. They will stand there gaping, frozen and beet-red as their lil brain breaks. With their remaining one single braincell, this is filed away as a core memory.

Johan Seong, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Vasco Tabasco, Zack Lee, Warren Chae

Jumps your bones

You didn't expect anything less from these guys did you? You look unbelievably sexy, and it's an awful shame to just let that go to waste. Hold on, there's just a few more requests though.

"Hey Y/N, can you reach up on that top shelf for me? Hey Y/N, can you bend down to that bottom cupboard? Hey Y/N, can you climb up on this ladder? Hey Y/N, can you just keep that on and spread your legs-"

Goo Kim, Ryuhei Kuroda, Vin Jin

Admires

There's nothing wrong with admiring art, and this view definitely is a work of art. Stands there looking and taking it all in, sipping on some whiskey (Gun, Samuel) or munching on some popcorn (Jake) or with nothing because they don't want any distractions from this sight (Eli, DG). Really, cos damn. They can and will watch you all day long.

Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Jake Kim, Eli Jang, DG

Pretends everything is fine

Self-explanatory. Ignores everything at all cost. Holds eye contact, doesn't let it wander even though they're sweating and shaking with the exertion. They have reputations/principles to uphold. This cannot be the thing that ruins them.

Johan Seong, Xiaolong

Everything actually is fine

You need to up the ante with these guys. They've either seen it all or are otherwise distracted. Hold on, let's just bend over as your chest spills out. What? Oh yeah, that's also their boxer briefs you're wearing too.

Eugene, Gun Park, Samuel Seo, DG

[vulpixisananimal]

(. . .)

(What. WHAT. What do you have to say! I KNOW you have something!)

(. . .)

(We're back here again. AGAIN. After ALL THAT WORK. Do you have NOTHING to add to that?)

(Using the blinding dagger to get us back here. STARS. You want to protect Siffrin and you do things like THAT. Disgusting. You're Terrible, TERRIBLE! TERRIBLE!!!)

(And now we're stuck here! Again! Stardust can't come out because of that BLINDING MIND CRAFT. YOU I can't even trust to be sensible, and we blinding KILLED SOMEONE LAST LOOP!!)

(And you have NOTHING to say?!?)

(. . . It left, didn't it. Stars. . .)

(Even if it was annoying, a danger, stupid, whatever. It, it was someone to talk to. Stars.)

(You breathe in, and out. Let's just get this over with.)

(You open the bathroom door just as Isabeau knocks on it.)

"O-oh! Morning Sif!" (He doesn't remember.)

(You look up at him. What was your next line again? He was going to ask if you were ok and- You know what, no. You need this.)

(You hug Isabeau.)

"O-oh!!!" (After a second, he hugs you back.) "Is, is everything alright?"

(No. Nothing was alright. How do you explain this to him? How do you tell him you killed his friend. How do you tell him you're not who he thinks you are. You can't!! That's the punchline!! You couldn't get accross what you were feeling in a thousand Loops!! But what does that matter, you needed this.)

(. . . Was it selfish? Maybe. Maybe. . .)

(You made Stardust promise not to screw up with their family again. If you couldn't get that happy ending, they could at least. You still remember that fight, you still remember loosing. You still remember wanting to tear out Siffrins throat and stab him through the heart.)

(And now you were here, forced to see that happy ending play out while you, once again, are relegated to stagehand!!!)

(You're starting to cry.)

"No." (You finally say. Hugging a bit tighter.)

"Aw Sif, could I-"

"S-shut up." (You're crying more.) "Just, just shut up!"

". . . Sif. ."

"Don't call me that!" (You can't stop yourself.) "Every blinding time, every time you come check on us, to talk to him! And I have to sit back and pretend!! Pretend to be that happy Siffrin you all like!! Just so we can maybe get out of this BLINDING day!!!"

(Isa doesn't respond.)

"And now you probably think I'm crazy! Oh look! Siffrins gone all loopy~ TEE HEE! LOOPY~ Maybe they finally cracked!"

"S-. ." (He stops himself.) "I, I don't think that."

"Of course you do! Tee hee~ After all what else could, you. . ." (You look up at him finally, and stop.)

(He's. . . He's crying too.)

(There's a silence before he speaks up.) ". . . I. . . I don't, I don't know what you're going through right now but. . ." (He's looking for the right words.)

". . . . I'm sorry." (You finally say.)

"It's alright." (He respons, putting a hand on your head.) ". . . Do you want to talk about it?"

(You burry your face in his shirt and mumble.) "Maybe. . ."

"Did. . . Have you been looping again?"

". . . Yes."

"How long? And, and why?"

"Today, this is 8 or 9, I think. Looping because a defender, friend of yours, using mind craft on us. Keep trying to stop it."

"Oh. . ." (Isabeau gently scritches your head. It's nice.) "And, I'm guessing there's a lot more details to that?"

(You nod. Your breathing is steadying, finally.)

"Alright." (There's a pause.) "And uh, something, bad happened last loop I'm guessing?"

(Your breath catches, and you take a second to reply.) ". . . Yes."

"What was it?"

". . ."

". . ."

". . . We, we confronted your friend, they're going by Ramos now, and, and they turned into a sadness."

"And we died?" (He tried finishing.)

"No, we won. But Ramos, they. . . they. . ."

(There's a pause, then Isabeau hugs you tighter.) ". . . That, that sounds aweful!"

"You're not angry? Or, or scared?"

(Isa shook his head.) "I'm, well, I'm greatful and proud, proud that you came back to today even if you won to try again, but. . ." (Another pause.) ". . . I'm, a little scared, scared if Ramos is ok, and even more scared about if you're ok."

"Hehe. . ." (That's. . . Reasuring at least. You finally pull back a bit from the hug.) "I have had to deal with your memory getting changed, Mira getting accused of kidnapping Bonnie, Nille getting K.Oed by Ramos in one hit, oh stars I haven't even mentioned that looping is giving us craft exhaustion~"

"That's. . ." (Isabeau looks. . . Surprisingly okay? What a strange man. . .) "That does sound like a lot, but, I bet we can deal with it! Right? How many loops did you say it took in Dormont?"

"176~" (You say, now smiling slightly. You really WERE loopy.) "Give or take a few dozen."

"Then lets beat that record then!!" (Isa struck a heroic pose, it made you giggle.)

"Well it'll take a while to get to 177, but-"

"NO!!! NOT WHAT I MEANT!!!"

(You both laugh, oh, stars. You stumble Forward, light headed. Isabeau catches you.)

"Aw no, you sure you'll be alright?"

"Maybe..." (You take a breath. You DO feel exhausted. Last loop was the first time you properly fought something, and Mal Du Pays decided to go all out. You probably where slowly getting yourself killed with all this craft.) "Just, tired, and hungry."

"Do you want to go lie down? I could carry you back to your room if you want." (He was looking at you so sincerely.)

"I. . ." (That, sounded really nice, but.) "I need to explain this to everyone, and make sure they're ready, and think of a plan and-"

"Later, we have time! And you look beyond exhausted."

"But I need to-"

"If you try and push yourself I will pick you up and carry you to your bed."

(You look away. Ok. That DOES sound nice, you can't deny it. Stars. Why was he being so nice to YOU?)

". . . You, I'm, you do understand I'm not-"

"Oh! I guessed as much don't worry."

(WHAT?!?)

(You snap your head back. He could tell?!?! Oh stars you were REALLY rusty. Then again, you did just have a huge breakdown.)

(Isabeau saw your look and continued.) "W-well, Siffrin talked about all this yesterday, so I was thinking about it all night. And so when you ran to the bathroom this morning I wanted to make sure you were ok because, well, I was worried. . ."

"Tee hee. . ." (Defeated, you lean on Isa and start walking back to your room.) "It's, it's Loop. By the way."

"Glad to see you again, Loop." (There was a pause.) "a-and, uhm, sorry."

"Sorry?" (You asked.)

"I-if, if me and Sif ever, made you, y'know, uncomfortable..."

"Oh!" (Ah right. The PDA. Those two idiots had yet to kiss, but they got close. You were around sometimes for that. Well, sometimes it was JUST you around.) "O-oh! Nope! Nooooo issue all!"

"OhthankChangeok" (He sighed in relief.)

(He helped you back to your room, you didn't realize just how exhausted you were. When you got there you practically collapsed onto the bed.)

"I can get you breakfast!"

"Please, I think a quesadilla would fix me."

"Oh! Is that what Bonnie made today?"

"Every time, tee hee~"

(You both laugh, Isa goes to the door, but pauses a moment.) ". . . If. . If you ever do want to talk about, well, anything. . ."

". . . I'll, I'll think about it."

"Thanks, be right back, Loop."

(. . . Why is it that a bed only makes your body hurt more.)

(You close your eyes, you're so tired, Stars, you're so, so tired. You just need, need a rest. . .)

[toomuchracket]

angsty part two hmm. well maybe it can have something to do with whatever the heck was going on at electric umbrella studios. maybe girly is there helping out bea (we can pretend maybe she’s doing stuff with jack and not matty for ease of everyone’s heart lmao) then there is that little listening party or whatever where taylor and matty are seen together but maybe girly’s heart couldnt stand to stick around for very long so she leaves early. maybe in this dream matty pulls his head out of his ass and decides he will do anything and be anything that girly wants him to be because this thing with taylor is not doing it for him either

ok! edited the request slightly. and it doesn't have a happy ending because actually i'm a messy bitch who lives for drama. please note: THIS ISN'T ACTUALLY CANON IN THE D WORD UNIVERSE IT'S JUST A COLLECTIVE NIGHTMARE. ok. lol. happy new year. enjoy <3

gone four weeks, part 2 (d word matty x reader angst)

“oh my god, hi! you came! oh, thank you so much!” taylor pulls you into a hug, which you reciprocate warmly; you've no problem with her, after all. “and you look amazing! your hair! those shoes! it's a new look for you. i like it.”

you smile. “thank you, i just fancied a bit of a change. and thank you for inviting me! i was so touched when i got your message.”

“matty said it was your favourite of my albums - i couldn't not have you here.”

what the fuck?

“oh, he did?” you try to keep your face and voice steady. “that was nice of him.”

taylor nods. “it was the first thing he said when i first wondered if anyone would even come to a 1989 listening party - you would, if you were around. thank god margaret ran into you last week and told me you were!”

you murmur a “yeah”, in response, too busy reeling from the sudden emotional pain in your heart to reply properly. blinking a couple of times, you look back towards the front door of the studio to see more people coming in. “taylor, i'll catch up with you later, yeah? let you speak to… oh my god, i'm at the same party as kendrick lamar? fucking hell.”

she laughs, squeezing your arm. “no worries, babe. i'll see you later! matty’s… somewhere, if you want to catch up with him”.

not bloody likely. “cool. see you!”

you smile politely at kendrick, who returns it (!!), before heading off into the busy room. there are people you recognise absolutely everywhere you turn, but nobody you really know, more just celebrities you'd be worried about embarrassing yourself in front of. no sign of jack, or margaret, or even matty - not that you particularly want to see him, to be honest, but a familiar face (one not from your tv screen, that is) would definitely calm you down.

of course, so would a cigarette.

pulling your cigs and lighter from your bag, you nudge the side door open with your hip and step out into the alleyway and still-warm evening air. and then, almost immediately, you wish you hadn't. because, standing with his back to you - although that makes no difference, you'd know those back muscles and that head of hair anywhere - is matty, talking to jack and margaret, all three of them smoking.

fuck. this was an awful idea. but you can't turn back to go inside now, because jack's clocked you; he’s beaming, waving at you, shouting “sprout! get over here and smoke with us!”

despite yourself, you smile, wandering over and allowing yourself to be enveloped in a hug from the man and his fiancée. “wish you'd stop bloody calling me that, jack.”

“never,” jack replies, kissing your head as he releases you into margaret's arms. “you're sprout, and he's cabbage.”

“whatever - hi, mags,” you kiss your friend's cheek as she breaks apart and settles her arm around your waist, before reluctantly meeting your ex's gaze. you're irritated to see that he looks good. like, really good, something-twinging-between-your-legs good. get a grip! “matthew.”

“alright?” matty smiles at you, but it doesn't reach his eyes. “almost didn't recognise you. hair's shorter.”

you shrug. “wanted something different.”

“sounds like you.”

the snide comment slices through you. unlike last time, though, you don't tear up; you fire right back at him. “well, i'm at an age where i can afford to experiment.”

matty frowns, while jack and margaret burst into giggles. the latter kisses the side of your head. “god, you’re funny. i can't believe you were in the city all this time and you didn't tell us! i miss hanging out with you.”

“i was busy,” you place a cigarette between your lips, shaking hands trying and failing to successfully operate the lighter. matty wordlessly steps forward and does it for you - your cheeks burn as much as the cig does. “thank you.”

“don't,” matty waves it off, taking a long drag of his own cig before looking at you again. “so. you haven't been back home?”

“not since the last time you saw me,” you ash the cig, pointedly looking down at the ground. “there hasn't been any work for me to do, so there's nothing keeping me there, really.”

matty scoffs. “typical, you prioritising your job.”

“well, it's what you pay me for. you should be happy i care so much about my career, really, matty,” you smile, saccharine as summer peaches, before turning to jack and margaret. “anyway, how's wedding planning going?”

jack breaks into an excited soliloquy that you can only half focus on, hoping you're timing the oohing and aahing and awwing at his fiancée’s enthusiastic interjections right; most of your attention, you hate to say, is focused on the man opposite you, clearly - to you, at least - upset. the familiar guilt begins to gnaw at your ribcage, and you're thankful when margaret checks her watch and begins to usher you back inside.

matty, though, has other ideas. he touches your elbow, so lightly you barely feel it, and yet your body reacts as if he's punched you. “can i talk to you alone for a minute?”

panicked, you turn towards jack, who nods. “you still have a few minutes. i just need to go in to set up. see you in there!”

shit.

once you're alone with your ex, you move to brace yourself against the wall, folding your arms. “what?”

“why didn't you tell me you were in new york?”

“why would i?”

“well,” matty's voice falters; when he speaks again, it's almost a whisper. “i don't know. maybe we could've, like, gone for a drink. or you could've come down here to hang out.”

“again, why would i?” you tilt your head. “no offence, mate, but hanging out with my ex and his new girlfriend isn't exactly my idea of a fun time. or just hanging out with my ex full stop.”

“thanks for that,” matty grimaces.

you sigh. “look, i know you well enough to be able to read your cryptic fucking subtext. i've been alright, matty, i really have. i've been with friends.”

“you don't have any friends in new york.”

“and how the fuck would you know that? honest to fucking god,” you snap. “i didn't tell you everything about me…”

“i know that well enough.”

“...but, if you must know, one of my friends from home opened an exhibition in tribeca. orla.”

matty nods. “we went to her london opening together before… us, didn't we?”

the memory feels distant, as if from another life, but it hurts all the same. “yeah.”

“i would've liked to have gone to her show here, too. she's good.��

you smile genuinely for the first time, pride for your friend stronger than the fucked up pot of feelings you have towards matty. “it was really something. i helped set it up, actually. was fun.”

“really?” matty laughs; something cracks inside you when he does. “yeah, i can see you being good at that, actually.”

you look at the ground, still smiling, but less now. “been thinking about switching to it full-time. curation and stuff.”

“oh,” matty sounds crestfallen. you peek up at him to find that he looks it, too. “well… if that's what you want to do, i s'pose you should look into it,” he checks the time on his phone, while your heart sinks impossibly deeper. “it's starting soon. i'll head in now, and then if you-”

“wait thirty seconds before i follow you? yeah, i know the drill,” you smile lifelessly. “least you won't have to worry about that if i get a new job, yeah? you'll likely never have to see me again, let alone risk being seen with me.”

“i- anyway,” matty clears his throat, turning quickly away from you. “i should go.”

“okay,” the door closes behind him before you can even get the second syllable out, and there you are, alone again, in the suddenly-cold night air. you shakily exhale your cigarette for the last time, stubbing it out on the wall and stamping the butt with your high heel for good measure; once no trace of the flame remains, you go back inside.

for the rest of the night, part of you wishes you hadn't bothered. while hearing your favourite album is truly, genuinely brilliant, the experience is marred somewhat by your ex sitting in the seat opposite yours with taylor's head on his shoulder: you can't quite lipsync along to this love or clean or you are in love without your lips beginning to tremble, the new song now that we don't talk genuinely makes you nauseous when you figure out the lyrics, and actually hearing matty's voice on a vault track is painful beyond words.

but still, you clap, you fake smiles, you cheer for taylor and jack and the work they've put into the production. it's not easy, though, and you're thankful for the distraction when your phone buzzes with an invitation while you're alone at the drinks table grabbing another champagne.

“now i know you're not about to entertain a man who sent you an i miss you, come over text,” taylor’s voice sounds scandalised from behind you.

you turn, grinning, smile dropping slightly when you see she isn’t alone. “don't worry, i'm taking the piss out of him for it as we speak…”

“good.”

“...but i am gonna go and see him, in a minute,” you finish, looking down at your phone and giggling when you see a reply. “if that's alright, that is.”

matty raises his eyebrows the way he does before he opens his mouth, but taylor beats him to it. “look at you giggling at him! of course! go! but first,” she gently drags you to a nearby sofa and settles onto it, patting the seat beside her; you take it, while matty awkwardly settles himself on a footstool in front of you both. “tell me about him.”

“you really want to know?” you aren't quite sure which of them the question is directed at. taylor nods, and judging by matty's expression he's also curious, so you sigh and keep talking. “well, his name is michael. he's a playwright. we met through friends. he's lived in new york his whole life. he seems slightly obsessed with me, but in a good way - so far, at least. he's very sweet.”

“a playwright? that's cool,” taylor grins. “what does he look like?”

“a bit like andrew garfield, actually,” you laugh, looking down at your phone again. “and he's offering to meet me at a bar, so it's probably time for me to be on my way.”

“sure. have fun, stay safe,” she pulls you into a hug; you see matty wince, out of the corner of your eye. “thank you so much for coming. when do you go back home?”

“not until the end of the month. i don't know if i'm actually going on the festival run, yet,” you shrug. “but i'll go home before it, just in case.”

“it's a lot, isn't it?”

taylor, babe, you don't even know the half of it. “yeah. it won't be easy.”

she hums. “we should hang out before you go. nothing crazy, just dinner or drinks or something. like, something fun, before you have to go back to keeping a record label running,” she nudges matty, who smiles quickly but continues looking at the floor. “i'll call you, okay?”

“that sounds good,” you stretch. “right, i really should go - the bar is a twenty-minute walk from here and i said i'd meet michael in fifteen.”

matty tuts. “he's knowingly letting you walk alone to meet him at half ten at night? no. absolutely not.”

you roll your eyes. “for god's sake, i'll be fine. i'm an adult!”

“yeah, babe, but still,” taylor’s eyes are wide. “take a car! for our peace of mind, at least.”

our. you do your best not to shudder, and smile instead. “if you're sure…”

“she's sure,” matty nods. “get it to take you back to your… whatever it is you're staying in after your drink, too.”

“i mean, i'm going back to his,” you look matty dead in the eye when you say it, and the sadness that fills his is impossible to miss. christ, what is his deal? “but thanks. anyway,” you hug taylor before you stand. “thanks again for tonight. i'll see you soon,” you nod at matty. “and i'll… see you at finsbury, definitely. maybe sooner. i don't know. there'll be an email soon confirming what's happening. bye.”

much to your chagrin, matty stands too. “i'll walk you out. make sure you actually get in the car - i know what you're like.”

for fuck's sake. “alright. bye, taylor!” you wave as you move towards the door.

“bye, babe!”

you walk quickly through the corridors, trying to keep some distance between you and matty. annoyingly, though, he matches your pace, and speaks. “so… michael.”

the vitriol practically drips from his tongue. you scoff. “what about him?”

“tell me more about him. what’s he like?”

“he's my age,” you pointedly don’t look at matty when you say that, but you hear the way his breath catches in his throat. the guilt begins gnawing again; you keep talking to distract yourself from it. “he's ridiculously american, which means he doesn't get my sense of humour sometimes, but as soon as he found out i lived in london he took the piss and started calling me ‘princess’.”

the word leaves your mouth before you can stop it; as soon as it does, you bite the insides of your lips together, guilt spreading to every bone in your body. tentatively, you look round at matty, who's stopped walking in favour of looking at the ground and clasping his hands behind his neck. everything about him radiates hurt, and it only worsens when he quietly speaks. “he calls you what?”

you can't bring yourself to say it again. “you heard me, matty.”

“wish i fucking hadn't,” your ex looks up at you again, and you know he's about to verbally lash out; he looks exactly the same as he did before you split. “you really let him call you that? my name for you?”

“think you lost all rights to that the day you dumped me, to be honest, mate.”

“fucking hate it when you call me that. stop it.”

“well, i'm sure as shit not going to resort to what i used to call you, am i?”

matty laughs mirthlessly. it's the worst sound you've ever heard. “no, you've got michael for that now.”

“no, i haven't,” you're loathe to admit what you're about to say, but you really want him to feel bad. “haven't slept with him yet - or anyone, for that matter, since you broke up with me,” you glance at matty, who looks rightfully sheepish, and decide to just fuck with him even further. “but maybe i will tonight. s'about time i felt good about myself.”

“you know, you've been really fucking snide today. i don't know what i've done to deserve it.”

you stop dead in your tracks, turning to face him in total bewilderment. “well, aside from the whole, y'know, dumping me at the first sign of disagreement, you fucking started it with the arsey comments today, matty. sounds like you? fuck off.”

he shrugs. “but it does. you don't want what i want, so… why bother keeping this going?”

you huff, pushing the door to the staircase open. “i never said i didn't want to get married and have kids, by the way.”

“what? yes you-”

“no, i didn't,” you smile sadly. “all i said was that i was unsure, and because it wasn't me immediately saying yes to something for the first time in our relationship, you took it as a no.”

matty's shaking his head. “no, that-that's not-”

“yes it is, sweetheart,” the tears are beginning to prick at your eyes; matty's too, you can see. “that's what happened.”

“but you freaked out so much…”

“because you sprung it on me, out of the blue! come on, matty,” you can feel your jaw trembling. “you would've done the same, if a partner had asked you that question when you were my age.”

matty sniffles. “please stop bringing up the age gap, darling.”

the pet name enrages you; it's agonising how natural it sounds coming from his lips, and even more painful how automatically your body reacts to it. “well, i can't not, given that it's what fucked us up, in the end,” you take a deep breath, and walk out the side door onto the street. it's fairly quiet, you're relieved to see. “besides - i thought you liked it? that was my appeal, wasn't it? being young, and pretty, and naive, so fucking naive. a meek little toy, something you could play with however you wanted without fear of it rebelling against what you wanted. because that's really all that matters, isn't it, what you want? course it is, because when that was threatened, you stopped wanting me.”

hot tears are hitting your cheeks with increasing speed, but your voice somehow stays strong, unwavering, controlled; the same can't be said for matty, who's crying just as much as you. “no, no, that's not true, not at all, please don't say that.”

“but that's what it feels like,” your voice cracks into a sob. “you didn't even want to talk to me about it. you were just... fine with letting me go. i didn't think you could ever be so cruel to someone you claim to have loved, once, matty. especially not someone who loves you as much as i do,” sniffling, you wipe your eyes and open a car door, quickly telling the driver the address of the bar before turning back to matty. “i appreciate you getting taylor to invite me tonight, but i think it was a mistake; we can't be friends, you and i, we really can't. i'm sorry, it just… hurts,” you check the time. “i need to go. take care.”

it's too warm in the car. you roll the window down slightly. you can hear matty crying from halfway down the street.

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Name: OPART

Debut: Frogger's Journey: The Forgotten Relic

Well, what do you Magnetic Know! This looks kind of like Magnetic Joe.

This is OPART, and it is the titular Forgotten Relic. But after playing the game, I remember it! Aw man! I guess that means I have no media literacy!

The GBA is home to many unique Frogger adventures that all use the classic tile-hopping gameplay, and expand it into entire adventures! I think they are very good, even if very short. The Forgotten Relic is longer than the others, but this is because it has a weird focus on story and a hub town and NPC interaction. Truly Frogger at his scrimblest.

And you know what's a very scrimblo thing to do? To have a little buddy accompany you as a worn accessory, providing you with new abilities! Frogger's sprite is cute in this game. It's his early-mid 2000s anthro design, squished to fit in one grid tile at a time, and crouched in real frog posture, despite the fact everyone around him (including other frogs) stands and walks on two legs. Frogger even does it himself in the cutscenes! It's like a gameplay/story distinction thing, except the gameplay and story are going on at the same time.

OPART has many abilities to unlock! These include the Super Jump, something Frogger can naturally do in many other games (especially this specific subseries), and I'm just going to stop pretending they were putting any effort into the Frogger canon.

Frogger's iconic (to me) tongue lash move from the first GBA game is also replaced with an OPART ability, which has it stretch some kind of Tentacle to grab things. It feels weird to not let a frog do a tongue lash. But it gives the weird visual of a robot (?) stretching and contorting itself strangely. Hooray! This thing is uncategorizable!

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry his feet are like that. Yeah, this is the Frogger Feet Game. Just don't look at them. Look at the orb! OPART doesn't really talk or anything, and I was honestly unsure whether I was supposed to interpret its lights as eyes, but it appears to be "alive", as it hovers independently on the game toever I MEAN the game over screen. When Frogger dies in water, it even gets X eyes. Oh no! It is Dead. But it's ok. Robots can't die, unless they're doing one of those Emotional Robot Sacrifice scenes. But come on, this is Frogger we're talking about and this thing has barely even given any indication that it's aware of Frogger's personhood! They're not going to do an emotional robot sacrifice scene.

...Oh! Okay. They did do one of those. I guess that makes this game kind of peak. Is it just me or does this image go hard? This thing is in the process of exploding and dying, and very much looks the part, all while it just stares forward with emotionless eyes. This could at LEAST be, like, the box art for some kind of futuristic falling block puzzle game that takes itself too seriously.

Anyway, OPART had to destroy itself to neutralize the Evil OPART that a rich weasel was trying to use for evil purposes. We never learn what OPART stands for. We do learn that OPARTs are what allowed the citizens of Atlantis to breathe underwater, and Frogger frees Atlantis by beating up a jellyfish. Frogger can also buy a sofa in this game. What a game! I like the orb. Thank you.

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Scream For Me - Rafe Cameron! Ghostface x Reader PART 6

Warnings: None, I don't know how car batteries work lmao

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He doesn't know how, but Rafe is able to get you upstairs to your room, playing the "Is it up the stairs?" and "Which door is it?" even though he already knew. He could barely think with all of the thoughts in his head...

How good you looked wrapped in his arms.

How he felt so proud of you for calling him, even if it threw a wrench in his plans for the evening.

How you were trembling in his arms minutes before in your entryway, your hands wrapped tight around his arms.

How tiny you looked in his embrace.

He licked his lips, looking around your room, pretending to take it in for the first time, and as you leaned over to wipe at the smudged mascara under your eyes in your mirror, he sat down on your bed.

It took everything in him not to glance over at the skin that was uncovered from that tiny tennis skirt riding up. He just about blew a load into his pants when you looked at him through the reflection. Mouth open with your hand on the reflective glass, looking at him with your big doe eyes.

"Rafe..." You whispered. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as you stood and turned around to face him. "Thank you." Your arms reached out to him for a hug. He pulled you into him, eyes rolling at the fact that he was mere centimeters away from your boobs. You pulled away and looked down at him and Rafe couldn't get over the scared and innocent expression on your face. His thumbs rubbed slowly up and down your waist and he smiled at you.

"Anytime, babe." You giggled. "Do you want me to stay until your parents get back?" He was quick to interrupt when you began to decline. "It's really ok, I don't mind waiting. And also, I'd know that you're safe." You tried to hide your blush but Rafe sees it. Rafe stands, suddenly towering over you. "You like that? Me knowing that you're safe?" He didn't even need you to answer. He already knew that you'd say yes. "C'mon hun, let's go wait downstairs."

Rafe leads you down the stairs and the two of you sit in your living room, waiting for your parents. He turns on a random movie and you try to watch but you keep getting distracted by Rafe. Every little thing he did caught your eye. His hands when he used the remote, his arm muscles when he leaned back on the couch and put his arm around you. his strong legs manspreading while taking up half of the couch, his sharp jawline, just everything.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Your head snapped towards the TV. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Nothing."

"Sure, honey." You turn to look at him, taking in a sharp breath when you see he is already looking at you. His blue eyes flicker down to your lips and you subconsciously do the same.

"Rafe..." You find yourself whispering his name for the second time that night. The two of you lean toward each other and your heart begins to race. Right before your lips meet, you hear the garage door begin to open. The two of you jump apart and you turn back to the television as your parents walk in.

"Y/N? Honey?" You hear your mom call.

"In the living room!" You stand and Rafe follows, as you lead him back to the foyer.

"Rafe! Thank you so much for staying with Y/N." Your father greets him like an old friend, giving Rafe a firm handshake. "We would have come home earlier but our car wouldn't start. No idea what happened. We had to get someone to jump-start it for us."

Rafe, who unbeknownst to you and your family, had broken into said car when your family had gotten to the Country Club and turned on the headlights so by the time your parents had left, the car would be dead.

"That's awful. I hate it when I have to jumpstart my truck." Your dad smiles at Rafe.

"Thanks again for staying with our girl." Rafe looks at you and smirks.

"No problem at all."

After Rafe leaves, you go back upstairs to your room, back to your forgotten phone.

Your heart sinks at the messages that greet you.

Goodnight for real this time, babe.

And the others...

Snitched on me, sweetie?

Do you really think Rafe Cameron is going to protect you from me?

You reply to Rafe by sending a few pink hearts and a smiling emoji but don't answer the blocked number. As you get ready for bed, another text comes through. You open it as you brush your teeth, the toothbrush falling into the sink as you drop it in alarm.

It's another photo of you, taken from outside of your house, zoomed into the upstairs window of your room. Taken just moments ago. You feel sick and run to the window to make sure the blinds and curtains are as closed as they could possibly be.

Your phone buzzes in your hand again.

Bye bye, sweetheart.

BRO SCHOOL IS OUT FOR WINTER AND I AM BACK. I AM BACK BABY. I'm so sorry I was gone for so long. I was just so stressed and overstimulated and wanted to make sure these were as well-written as they could be. :)

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Hazbin and Helluva boss theories spoiler talk as well.

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Alrighty before the new episodes come out I have a theory I want to put out

These three right here Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve are why hell is the way it is, I'm calling it now and I want to be wild with this theory for a moment. These three were in a poly relationship or situationship, or just friends, or Eve might have been like fuck you dude after her experiences with Adam, and was just friends with Lilith.

Now as we know when Lucifer fell and was sent to hell he got majorly depressed, he is not doing well its hard to say he is functional, as someone with depression he needs help but he gave up. Which is hard and something you can't do especially when you have a child, Eve could have pointed it out, maybe in Charlie and Lilith's best interest maybe not. But we're going to say they left together and raised Charlie together maybe with Eve maybe being her nanny, her tutor who knows but she was there, she has to be because she definitely isn't in heaven from what we have seen.

They could have been twinning it up if the theory is they look identical is correct but I don't know about that, Adam's face looks a screen monitor, and his exorcists follow that trend, which makes me think she's static, the static you see on the TV when you have no signal or looking for a channel and the antenna isn't in a ok position, and you know what this fits to me at least.

Let's look at Lilith in hazbin hotel, she is audible, music song, her voice, Soundwaves carrying empowering messages and songs.

Visual and Audible, almost like two other characters we see Alastor, and Vox. Alastor being audible with radio and his waves casting his shows out, and Vox with his shows, tech, all of the media that requires being seen. Vox is always trying to get at Alastor, what if their relationship is a mirror of Lilith and Eve's. Eve jealous or wanting to be close to Lilith, who knows maybe Eve is the one Alastor made a deal with and the reason he was so mad at Lucifer is because Eve might have been at Lilith's side and this man hasn't done a thing, after years of help raise his daughter now he shows up, like boy if you don't you'r behind out of here like go! Or maybe Alastor did make a deal with Lilith and after hanging out having sometime with the girls got the tea and about Lucifer seeing how he is a parent and was like no, and now has a beef with him.

Which leads us to our other thing why haven't we seen Eve, anything about her seems just hidden or lock and key, we never see anything but her smile, never her eyes which makes you think right, another bit into this ramble of a theory I got eyes are the windows to the soul, straight to the heart right does Eve even have one, like is she a good person, what kind of a person was she because the smile she wears might not be a kind one, she is the mother of Cain and Able and all the other humans, Adam is a asshole, but what is Eve.

Is Eve angry because maybe Lucifer and Lilith didn't take her with them, now she's stuck with Adam and being the eternal scapegoat for years for eating the fruit. Being the reason people put down women because they are her daughters, this could be a big revenge plan on heaven, for letting Adam when he doesn't deserve it into heaven. Lucifer and Lilith for giving her the fruit and ruining everything about humanity, for heaven for creating humanity and letting them suffer, to go through it all and end up in hell

Or the other sad theory is Lilith is Dead, more than likely do to Lucifer and, Eve is fucking pissed but you know what they continue the relationship and someone has the idea for her to pretend to be Lilith, maybe for Charlie's best interest for hell's best interest. Because Lucifer isn't running the show, someone has too mind you the show being run is awful but it's running and why do I say it's awful. Because when you look at helluva boss and the treatment of some hellborn demons they have their problems like when Blitz when to go take Loona for her shots and it took as long as it did for them to even be seen.

Which Lucifer doesn't care about, the other leaders of the rings and the other people in charge don't care the system works for them, Imps, hellhounds. But at the sametime it's supposed to be awful its hell, but at the sametime the people it's supposed to punish can't even leave the top layer, so why is awful in some of the other layers, mainly because the others are left to their own devices, when leading their rings, Mammon is a piece of shit, but Asmodeus isn't as bad of a guy as you would think, Beelzebub as we see her isn't either. Now my other reason why Lucifer doesn't care as much, they don't have his gift, humans have his gift of knowledge and have souls, the hellborn as we know don't have a soul, not sure gonna need to get more proof on this but this is a theory ramble.

The angels and heaven created hell to keep Lucifer in so he would be punished and never see the good results of his work they would be in heaven, out of reach. That doesn't mean he doesn't care about them a little bit he made sure that the hellborn, and his daughter would be spared from being killed by heaven.

But yeah this is my theory rant until the new episodes until they come out or the brain gets going again. I was filled with all thes jumbled thoughts sorry if it wasn't as well organized but I just wanted to get them out folks, hopefully other people also see me and go ayyyyy I had those theories too and remember this is all this is all for fun and just some theory and rambles.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

What if S/O and the skeletons accidentally joined lethal company? 🤔

Undertale Sans - He's chilling in the spaceship, sleeping through his teammates screaming for help in the talkie-walkie. He only teleports his S/O back into the ship when they get too silent so they don't get hurt. Don't ask him more than that, he's not exactly an adventurer, he's a couch potato.

Undertale Papyrus - He's trying to keep everyone under his command because they're all doing everything wrong and he swears to Asgore he's going to have a mental breakdown. S/O then comes to him so happy because they found a rubber duckie and they're so happy. Papyrus swears to protect the plastic duck from all harm and completely forgets what the mission was.

Underswap Sans - He found a gun, and now he's laughing hysterically, shooting at the alien monsters trying to eat his crewmates. You all manage to get back into the spaceship safely thanks to him, but then you all can see him riding a giant spider outside, screaming excitedly and you decide to leave him there lol.

Underswap Papyrus - Your crewmates forgot he's allergic to wasps and asked him to go fetch a wasp nest, without telling him the wasps will attack him. Poor Honey is now running for his life, screaming for help as he tries to literally not die, the angry wasps chasing him around. He still has the nest though and somehow brings it back to the ship. He then proceeds to pass out on the floor.

Underfell Sans - He saw a weird disk on the floor but got too scared to pick it up. So he pushed S/O on it and watched in awe as S/O exploded. Oh. It was a mine. It makes more sense now. ... Oh shit, he just exploded his S/O.

Underfell Papyrus - A random monster suddenly falls on his head and tries to choke him. Edge runs like a bull into a wall several times until the alien is mashed. He has weird green blood everywhere on him but he looks so badass when he finally comes back in the spaceship as everyone thought he was dead.

Horrortale Sans - He gets lost in the corridors and decides to sit in a corner and wait for someone to teleport him back into the ship. When S/O actually teleports him back, thinking he died, everyone realizes Oak somehow finds the most expensive thing from the location. He's so confused why everyone is cheering him. He did literally nothing but pick a random thing on the floor as he waited, bored.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's in the spaceship, losing his mind because his S/O doesn't know their right and left hand and keeps running towards the danger. He's having anxiety and his voice is more and more hysterical as you continue to mess up.

Swapfell Sans - You told him to be very careful as aliens might want to lay eggs in his stomach. He waits for all his crewmates to get out of the spaceships, locks the doors, and leaves lol. Get eaten first, he's out of here! Have fun dying.

Swapfell Papyrus - He hears everyone screaming and dying, but he doesn't understand. Somehow, he never sees any monster down there. He picks things up calmly, having fun, and goes back to the spaceship without a scratch. At this point, he thinks his friends are hallucinating and that he's the only one sane. But it's ok. He can play pretend for them.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He engaged in a battle of stare with one of the monsters and he refuses to lose. Everyone begs him after an hour to let go as everyone knows he's the winner since he can't blink, but Wine is not satisfied and refuses. S/O takes the talkie and says he better bring his ass back in the spaceship or they're coming to get him. Wine ignores them. S/O teleports him forcefully into the spaceship and both of them immediately start arguing. Wine is so pissed off.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's hiding. Everyone trusted him to bring the objects they salvaged to the spaceship. Coffee fell on the way to the ship and all the objects fell into quicksand and now it's gone forever. Coffee is scared everyone will get mad at him so he found a cave and decided to hide there until he's sure no one is mad at him lol.

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Sinner Alert! Hurry! Bring the Holy Water! Hcs for the boys walking in on their s/o *cough* enjoying herself, moaning their names. And maybe vice versa, s/o walks in on them? Thx! 😘

BAHAHAH yess my brain go brrrr anyways NSFW below if ur not 18 I shoo u away with a broom

Kazuma Kiryu

Would just sorta stand there and stare at you, probably saying something like "...what're you doing?" while blushing ever so slightly. If you walked in on him, he'd immediately cover himself while blushing very hard.

Majima Goro

He'd be shocked but in a joking manner. Would say something like "Goodness, whaddya think yer doin'?! Tsk tsk" complete with a dramatically comical gasp. He would then follow it up by trying to get frisky with you. He wouldn't care if you walked in on him, he'd just be like "Ya gonna join me or what?"

Saejima Taiga

He'd get embarrassed and be like "Oh, excuse me" and close the door. He'd then immediately wonder why the hell he closed the door since you two are literally together. If you walked in on him, he'd have the same reaction and cover himself up in embarrassment, only to realize you two are literally together and he doesn't have to do that.

Akiyama Shun

Would just kind of watch in admiration and awe, mouth open and eyes wide. He would then try to join you. If you walked in on him, he'd jokingly like "Ah, well, you caught me"

Tanimura Masayoshi

He'd cover his eyes at first and be like "Ah sorry, my bad" but secretly he totally wants to look. Tanimura is just a little too much of a sweetie to immediately put that upfront. If you walked in on him, he'd kind of look away and be like "... you can come help me, if you want..."

Ryuji Goda

Ryuji does not simply walk in on you. Ryuji is in fact already joining you by the time you realize he has walked in. This is a two person effort now. If you walked in on him, he'd want you to do the same to be honest.

Nishikiyama Akira

He'd be a little bit of a tease about it, saying something like "Well, what do we have here?". One of the few of the boys who would actually just be fine watching you finish yourself off. If you walked in on him, he'd find it kind of hot if you teased him a little too.

Daigo Dojima

Our boy Daigo is so darn quiet that you probably wouldn't notice he had walked in until he said something or was right next to you. He kind of likes it that way. It lets him take a good look at you. If you walked in on him, he'd look at you in hardened silence before saying "What're you doing? Get over here."

Mine Yoshitaka

Finds it just as sexy to walk in on you as the act of physically having sex with you. Would totally tease you by purposely not touching you, saying how much he wants to see how much you want it before he lets you have it. Good luck actually walking in on him, he's pretty damn stealthy.

Tatsuo Shinada

Would cover his eyes and not look unless you told him to. Despite his job as a writer regularly involving him with various parts of the nightlife scene, he's pretty respectful of boundaries and wouldn't just watch or join you without you directly saying you're ok with it. If you walked in on him, he'd likely just stop. He's not really into you just watching him or him just watching you. It's either you both participate or he does it all himself.

Ichiban Kasuga

Idiot head would actually do what Saejima does and actually stay outside in the hallway, even if you two are in a long term relationship. He'd be thinking "It's valid if they want to do that by themselves from time to time, I get it". Bless his big dumb giant hair head. He doesn't really jerk off much as he doesn't have a super big sexual drive so the chances of you walking in on him are super low. He'd cover himself up though pretty fast if you did and might even pretend he was doing something else.

Tianyou Zhao

Always upfront and blunt to a fault, Zhao would straight up be like "What's going on?" or "What's up?". The dude might even walk in to like drop off groceries or because he forgot his wallet and THEN he'll notice what you're doing. He's the defition of "I walked in on accident". Like that's just actually true for him. He doesn't jerk off like at all but that's just because he likes to save it up for when he gets to see you. He's funny like that.

Joon-Gi Han

Also one of the few boys who'd be perfectly happy just watching you satisfy yourself to completion. Similar to Daigo in that he's pretty stealthy and quiet. His sex drive is pretty average so he might eventually join you or he might just silently let you enjoy your alone time. Kind of likes the idea of you watching him pleasure himself without revealing that you're there, but he wouldn't dare tell you that.

[lullabyes22-blog]

You've answered alcohol tolerance levels for the Arcane characters. What about dancing? Who has the best moves?

By order of least likely to dance well to most likely:

Viktor - Sadly, as a casualty of his health condition more than his need to use a cane, he sits out every dance. But he's got a secret appreciation for rhythm; will tap his feet and clap along with the beat, while looking wistfully out into the dance floor. Sometimes, you'll catch him humming a catchy tune from the party the next day... ("Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard / When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizard... hmm, Jayce, what does 'slizard' mean?")

Signature move: Agrees to thump the table while you do the Bart Simpson.

Caitlyn - She was classically trained in ballroom dancing by family tutors. Cassandra expected her daughter to carry herself well at social gatherings. Unfortunately, she hadn't anticipated that her daughter would have two left feet and the rhythmic competence of a sunstruck sump-vole. Girl cannot dance to save her life. The natural grace she displays in the shooting range is displaced by backtracking stumbles and profuse apologies each time she steps on someone's foot. Which is... often. ("I'll, erm, fetch some drinks, shall I?" - proceeds to disappear and never return to the dance floor again. )

Signature move: Accidentally slapping someone in the face during a minuet.

Jayce - He's so goshdarn awkward. Like Caitlyn, he's received tutelage in classical dancing; his father was fleet on his feet, and Ximenia hoped her boy would literally follow in his footsteps. Unfortunately, Jayce has inherited his mother's adorkably awful sense of rhythm. Unlike Caitlyn, he's good at keeping up and following the steps. But he doesn't enjoy it at all - and it shows. Will waltz you around like a teenager forced to be sociable at the prom, and look for the narrowest excuse to dip. ("Oh, is that Councilor Bolbo? Let me go say hello." Jayce, that's not Councilor Bolbo. That's a coat rack...)

Signature move: The self-conscious shuffleshuffle until he's safely barricaded behind the dessert table.

Vi - Her best footwork is in the boxing ring, not the dance floor. She can move credibly enough, and even throws in a few funky moves. Will do the Dougie, first goofily, then in perfect sync. But on the whole, her dancing looks a bit like pre-game warm-ups. Bonus: those hips get to work when the beat is right. It's almost like a precursor to when she's powering up to throw a punch. Oof, she did throw a punch. ("What? The creep grabbed your ass!" Sssh. It's ok, Vi. Let's sit this one out and treat ourselves to some nachos...)

Signature move: Shadowboxing in time with the beat. It's mad fun to watch.

Vander - He isn't particularly fond of dancing, but any boxer knows it has its uses for building endurance and balance. Will get downright over-the-top with the Dad moves to crack the kids up, but for such a large man, he's surprisingly light on his feet. Bonus: if you're into it, he will absolutely pick you up and twirl you like a baton. ("Mind your head doesn't hit the ceiling fan, luv. Blood's a bitch to scrub out." What? He's kidding!)

Signature move: The Sprinkler. The kiddies love that one. Also the Anti-Gravity Lean. For shits and giggles, he'll sometimes pretend he's about to fall on you. Timbeeeeeeer!

Sevika: On the whole, she'd rather be playing cards at a party. But if she's in the mood to get the sweat flowing, she will decamp to the dancefloor. She moves with the sort of strutting grace of a prized thoroughbred at a parade. She also goes for solo dance styles rather than partner dancing. Feel free to admire her from afar - but you'll need a few shots of tequila and a shitload of courage to approach her while she's in her zone. ("Either you've got two lazy eyes, sweetheart, or you really like my tits..." What-? No! Well, yes. But it was her footwork you were admiring! Her footwooooork!)

Signature move: A smooth scoop arm + languid hip sway when she's feeling the beat.

Silco - Do ya like Jazz? 'Cause this man has moves. That whippish physique translates into immaculately sharp footwork on the dance floor. Will do the Charleston like a champ and put those skanky little hips to work during a shimmy. He's also got a sly way of leading, even when he isn't, so more often than not, you'll be following his moves rather than the other way around. If you can keep up, you'll get a wry smile paired with a rarer compliment. If you can't, he will purr the meanest insults in your ear. ("Do try to put in the work. The Swing's not a spectator's sport." Try not to burst into tears. The last thing he needs is snot on his cravat.)

Signature move: On request, you will get the sluttiest Slut Drop. And he will hold eye contact. The. Entire. Time.

Mel - Naturally fluid and elegant. She glides like a swan in a boardroom; she unfurls like a blossom on the dance floor. Even Ambessa - grudgingly - acknowledges that her daughter knows how to make an impression through all forms of her art. She's skilled in most formalized forms of ballroom dance, but what gets her little golden motor revving is actually the more earthy styles of dance. It gives her a chance to let those closely-reined emotions come loose. ("'Slum it up' with you at an Undercity saloon? Now there's a notion... Perhaps later I might take you up on the offer." Shit - she said yes. Now what?)

Signature move: Piltover's equivalent of the Viennese Waltz. A highly advanced dance that she breezes through like schoolyard hopscotch.

Jinx - Some people should not be allowed to dance. Jinx is one of them. As with everything else, she takes things to a frightening extreme. She's already a walking acrophobia trigger. Also just a living breathing trigger. When she dances, it shows. She can transition with unnerving rapidity from cute flighty bouncing to a very provocative sinuosity to something out of a Junji Ito horror manga: all feral eyes and zero bones uncoiling to squeeze the life out of you. ("I call this move the lit fuse...or is it the boomstick?" Whatever she calls it, you've already gotten blown to smithereens. R.i.p.)

Signature move: Murder on the dancefloor. Actual, literal, screaming murder.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Young!Samuel Seo with Young!Reader: Doctors and Patients

G/N. Your family owning a convenience store AU: Leave Him Be | Dinner Guest. Next - baby

Samuel's eyes hardened when you said you wanted to play Doctor and Patient.

One hand subconsciously covering the fresh bruise on his cheek, courtesy of not tiptoeing quietly enough around his mother that morning, and instinctively ready to shield himself and snap at you-

But then you offered to be the patient first.

Wrapping your cheap plastic stethoscope around his neck and handing over the rest of your doctor's activity set, you sit yourself down on a plastic chair and point to the scab on your knee.

"You need to hit that with the hammer."

Samuel raises his eyebrows, mouth forming a small 'o' at the sudden change of events.

"Hammer, Sammy" you say, with a put-upon sigh you have learnt from your mother.

You signal to the small reflex hammer, nestled amongst the other tools in the toy medical case and instruct Samuel to tap it against your knee.

"Why?" He eyes the instrument suspiciously.

"I dunno." A shrug. "You just always see it on TV."

Samuel's ears burn red and no, he hasn't seen it on TV. He isn't allowed to watch TV at home and is too busy playing and talking with you when he's here.

"Ok," he mumbles. He taps your knee with it, featherlight, and you kick out your foot. "What was that for?"

"To check I have knees," you try and Samuel doesn't look convinced, but lets it go anyway. "Do I need any medicine?"

Now it's Samuel turn to shrug and you roll your eyes at him, a gesture this time learnt from your father.

"You're terrible at this!" Samuel bristles at your complaint, "It's my turn!" You snatch back the stethoscope, the bag and the hammer, and shove him on the seat.

At least you attempt to. Except Samuel, for all his small stature, does not even budge. He stays standing, frowning at you.

"Sammy, come on," you whine and he sits down with a huff. Back ramrod straight, looking like he has half a mind to bolt. Uneasiness radiating off him in waves. "I'll be gentle," you promise and then put on your best imitation of an authoritative doctor. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because Y/N made me."

You narrow your eyes at this wet blanket before deciding no. You're not letting him ruin this game and you tell him he's here for a check up.

You press the end of his stethoscope on his chest and he flinches, slightly, before straightening up again.

"Good," you comment after a beat. 

You're not entirely sure what happens next with a check up but you go ahead with touching his forehead with the back of your hand. Pretend to flash a light into his eyes, inspecting his left then the right as they grow wider in alarm at your proximity. Ask him to open his mouth and say 'ahh' and giggle when you proceed to peer in. Lastly you use the reflex hammer, and lightly tap him on both knees. 

Samuel doesn't do anything. His legs don't twitch at all.

"You have no knees," is your diagnosis.

Samuel immediately smirks and tells you "You're a terrible doctor."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yeah you are," he snorts, "You're awful."

"Am not!"

"Ok, you're a good doctor," he says and you know that his tone means his words are a complete lie.

"I'll show you," you storm off towards the medicine cabinet in the backroom and return a few minutes later with a bottle of ointment and a small clean face cloth.

You tip the bottle upside down, lightly soaking a corner and move close to Samuel's face.

"What are you doing?" He recoils, hand shooting out to stop you. Long, thin fingers curling around your wrist.

"Being your doctor," You try to shake him off, "I said I'll be gentle, didn't I?"

Samuel supposes you did and... maybe. Maybe this will be fine, whatever you're doing. You won't hurt him and you will be gentle.

He gives you a nod, would have been imperceptible if you weren't watching him so closely, and lets go.

When your parents tend to your clumsy bruises, your parents like to apply pressure; telling you that it’s to break up the blood beneath the skin even as you yelp but you don't want to do that to Samuel. You know it hurts, and you don't want to hurt him.

With careful hands, you dab at the bruise on his cheek. Trying to be gentle and light but Samuel lets out a small wince and you stop.

“Sorry!”

"No, it's ok," He says in a small voice.

"Are you ok?"

Samuel blinks. When was the last time someone even asked if he was ok?

No, he wants to say, nothing with him is ok. He doesn't say anything. Bites his tongue instead. Gives you a small nod, avoiding your eyes and you continue, a bit more hesitantly this time. None of your false doctor bravado and even more gentle than before.

"You're not a bad doctor," Samuel tells you when you're done and pulling a face at the scent of ointment in his nostrils.

Your face transforms and you give him a toothy grin.

No, he is not ok. But when he's with you in these aisles under the bright fluorescent light - it's the most ok, the happiest he has even been.

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Propaganda why Anakin Skywalker is insufferable:

It's less about his character and more about the way ppl talk about him and narrative around him in a lot of current stuff. The way everyone try to bend over backwards to prove how his reasons to turn Darth Vader were somehow noble or good when almost every single bad guy in Star Wars (expect Palpatine and that guy who taught him) have much more sympathetic history and reasons and how he's not a bad person bc he cried a few times while doing atrocities. And how everyone else gets the blame for all his shortcomings ('they did it but never taught him!!!' -he literally parrotos this same lessons to his own student, it's obvious he knows better but chooses to not apply to himself anything that is slightly uncomfortable to him). Like, I love characters being genuinely not good people as much as a next guy but let's not pretend they're good people actually

the guy has zero critical thinking skills, he whines about everything all the time. I love him, but he’s awful to listen to. THIS BITCH. I HATE HIM. NO CRITICAL THINKING. NO SELF AWARENESS. WHINY MURDEROUS ASSHOLE. LIKE SERIOUSLY. He's a JEDI. LIKE. THEY HAVE HISTORY CLASSES!!!! He should have KNOWNNNNNN that when he had prophetic dreams they're not necessarily true!!!!! Also like. In the Star Wars universe, do Jedi just not have imaginations that can create NORMAL dreams when they sleep??? Do Jedi just not usually dream??? If he hadn't gotten paranoid from the dreams of Padme dying in childbirth

BILLIONS OF LIVES WOULD HAVE BEEN SAVED. FOR THAT MATTER, if you're gonna have A SUPER ILLEGAL SUPER SECRET MARRIAGE, wouldn't you, I don't know, USE PROTECTION SO THAT YOUR WIFE WHO IS SECRETLY AND ILLEGALLY MARRIED DOESN'T GET PREGANANANT????? LIKE LOOK I LOVE LUKE AND LEIA MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF BUT THEIR PARENTS WERE SO FUCKING STUPID. ANAKIN SKYWALKER HATES CONDOMS BECAUSE THEY DONT FEEL AS GOOD I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. Man is an IDIOT. How can you have had a role model and father figure like Obi-Wan for most of your fucking life and grow up to do the shitty, STUPID things Anakin did. Ok this is way too long I'm sorry but I love Obi-Wan so much and Anakin ruined his fucking life and hes just such a little DICK. MURDERED A WHOLE VILLAGE OF SAND PEOPLE. AND DOZENS IF NOT HUNDREDS OF CHILDRENNNNNNNN. ANGSTY WHINY TEENAGER. FUCK HIMMMMMMM

Yes he was probably directed to act that way but the way his lines were written did not help

Propaganda why Tim Jackson Drake is insufferable:

oh man. i've had enough of this duckboy (as the protag, he's tolerable in yj and stuff.) like when tim is the protag every character in the story becomes Worse. lady shiva gets nerfed. steph is turned into jealous hormonal catfight girl. helena is dumbified and too womanly to function (they have a nice dynamic as long as tim isn't the protag). cassie and tim were great in yj98, but as soon as he is The Protag then she is his best friend's girlfriend and they're barely friends anymore. cass is turned into a rapist. dick is turned into a lazy mediocre robin. jason turns into fucky wucky dumb brute yaoi stalker boyfriend who is suddenly obsessed with tim's awesome skills. 10 y.o. damian somehow deserves to be put on a hitlist because he's a savage and tim is civilized. Sometimes the story is bogged own with tim's internal or external lectures about their flaws and how they need to be better (better like him), except for dick HMMMM wonder why that is. probbly wouldn't be so bothered if tim wasn't crammed into the spotlight of every crossover in the 90s and early 00s and then so much of dc and the fandom wave it around as the peak era of comicbooks. like im sorry. he is not a relatable protag. like the editors literally told newspapers that he was created for gen x white dudes who blow their money on comics and merch, the info is on wikipedia.

White twink rich boy who always has to be smartest bestest boy even when he is a part of a whole group of smartest bestest ppl (aka bat family as a whole, like he's literally THE Mary sue of a group of Mary sues) at expense of literally everyone else

His definitive writer is a conservative Republican. His series is full of moral PSAs, *dumb* *hormonal* girls getting into catfights over him, and blatant sexism and racism. He gives anti-marijuana speeches to a standing ovation, he lectures about how babies need a father and a mother, and sex is for marriage. Other characters suddenly become stupid around him so that he looks smart. The other characters talk about how he is the best, nicest, smartest Robin ever and ALL the others were dumber and meaner than he is, even the one that mentored him. He as a grown adult man is canonically still bitter about ""his"" child sidekick role being given to an actual child (fans pretend he is the victim of this on both sides—nope he's the adult fighting a child for the child sidekick role, no adult wanted to replace him). Did I mention that this character is the amazing pure white boy, and his 10-year-old successor is painted as a savage Arab terrorist who needs to be put in his place? T*m is a 5'9""+ adult grown man, not a delicate sensitive baby boy.

[nfcv-saltmine]

How'd they turn this sexy Bishōnen man

Into this fucker

His breasts are bigger than mine (mind you I'm small chested but wanted a moobs joke) and he's a horse faced whore.

I would give my soul to actual Alucard. I would rip the succubus in half for what she did to him.

Netflix Vania fan service man just let two mostly strangers into his bed, he should have been taken out by natural selection

I personnally would say he's pretty or beautiful more than sexy lol, but yeah. I really don't see the appeal. Even though he has some good shots, not only does he look prettier than usual because of lighting, staging and scenery, but he still has this horse face lmao.

Look at him:

He's okay (when you don't compare him to the og). He's not that good but he's not awful to look at. But... his face looks so weird to me, partially because I don't find NFCV's artstyle to be that great. Ofc it's subjective, and probably easier to like when you don't know or don't care about the games... but I do. And I find him ugly and cheap (i wonder if he would have as much passionnate fans as he does now if he wasn't going tiddies out all of the time)

He looks fine here, might be one of his best shots:

But then...

Ok it might be a little low lmao, since he is supposed to look bad in this context.... or is he? Sure he looks dirty. But he is more tiddies out than ever before and give this "hot mess" vibe to me (like N!Trevor :)). Not only that, but lmao, he is supposed to be neglecting himself.... yet he is more muscular than ever?? What sorcery is this??

That's how he looked in s1. And that's how he looked in s3:

It doesn't make any sense. N!Alucard fans complain that Nocturne got rid of their blorbo's tiddies...

But my guys. S4 gave him a body he didn't even deserve lol. If you don't like this Alucard, how could you like season 1 to 3 Alucard ??

I find it very shallow to praise the s4 tiddies and hate on the twink because it shows you don't care about the character, you just want a fictional man to fuck (good for you but don't pretend it's a show problem lmao). Not to mention... Nocturne!Alucard actually wears clothes. That's why you feel like he has less tiddies. They're hidden under the rich boy clothes he was always meant to have.

I also see comments about how Nocturne "bleached" Alucard when this is literally the effect of the moonlight. This is an artistic choice to match with the scenery. Pretty sure he wouldn't look like this under sunlight lmao.

But the worst part to me isn't how N!Alucard looks, or even how the fans are, imo, overthirsting for him. The worst part is how they took the noble, respectful, graceful Alucard... And turned him into an absolute cunt who is designed to be slutty just to be easier to animate and get fans to thirst for his body and who literally steals the show. ❤️ HE is the one to kill Dracula. HE is the one who gets to be hot and sexy and pretty for the fans. And HE is the one said fans watched Nocturne for. ❤️ Whenever Trevor, Sypha and Alucard stand next to each other in an important moment (when they attack the castle, when they face Dracula, when Trevor and Sypha join Alucard in s4...), Alucard always is in the center. Giving him more important than the rest of the trio. It's a conscious choice made to make you think "ah, yes, this is the main character". I wish I could put more images but Tumblr won't allow me lol.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Ok. I’m living for the Hollywood starlets secret lovers fic you had. Are they ever caught publicly declaring their admiration for each others work? Do they have mutual friends in the industry?

It's all very strategic. They do commend and praise each other's work because of course they do. Pretending like they don't know each other, or as though somehow they're oblivious to the others work would be almost as big of a giveaway, ya know?

But they just... never bring each other up themselves. When asked, "So what were your favorite performances this year? Who is your pick for XYZ?" they go for the safe answer. The diplomatic answer. "Everyone is so talented, I'm honestly in awe of everyone here, I can't even think. I really loved (this project) and (that project), and gosh, who doesn't love (random fan fave who is in attendance that night)." They wait until the other is inevitably brought up in the conversation to pull a very easy feint. That kind of manufactured sudden recognition of, "Right! Of course, yeah! Such a great talent, you're so right, she'd definitely deserve it for her work."

It's so much cleaner when it seems like they aren't the only thing on their mind; as though they weren't the first name that had jumped to their tongue.

Because it's easier just to play everything off their backfoot ya know. To stand and wait and pivot where need be. Let everyone else do the work for them.

Plausible deniability is always key, unfortunately.

And they do have friends in common. A very strict and rather small circuit of friends who know and help where they can, but mostly serve to keep the two of them publicly at arms length. They're a buffer, an orbit of people meant to distract. A very, "well she knows her and him, and she knows those two and that one, so that's the reason they're all always out together, that's all!" situation. It makes pretending to have relationships easier, vacationing easier, dinners out easier, going to the award shows and knowing they'll always have a very handsome date on their arms. It's a network they've cultivated over the years that all look out for each other and just makes life a tiny bit more bearable in the public eye.