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[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

HELL YEAHHH THE JOSH FANCLUB GROWS!!!

i feel like i should talk more about josh uhhh boyfailure of a man. personified dog sitting in the rain. he's so sad you have no idea (adele loves him though-i'm lying no she doesn't)

YAYYYY SAD FAILURE GUY 🙏🙏 BIG FAN ALREADY

[basicallyjeankirschtein]

jjk men x streamer!reader smau

╰┈➤ Collab?

chapter 5

ೃ⁀➷ HATSUNE MIKU IS JN FORTNITE

* mentions of drug use, this chapter contains writing and pics, not proofread

masterlist. prev. next.

the next morning, you woke up with the worst headache known to man. the only symptom to benadryl you ever had was the hat man, since when was having a headache a symptom?

not only was someone fucking your brain doggy style, but you were trending on twitter. oh no. streaming with gojo was a mistake.

oh! you also have a text from choso, what a sweetheart.

oh god. that is not the text you thought you would be receiving. you thought he wanted to play roblox with you again… maybe you falling for ‘skibidi light’ in shrimp games turned him off. not that you could blame him, that was really stupid.

either way, what the hell was he talking about? is this why you were trending? oh my god, did you accidentally post your nudes????

you were too worried to realize his text was already left on read.

the moment you opened twitter and saw your inbox, you wanted to cry. no fucking way you were posting about THE HAT MAN. your friends were right, why couldn’t you be addicted to something normal like crack instead.

no wonder choso was texting you, that was really sweet of him, you thought. you’d have to send him a text telling him you’re fine once you’ve realize what’s been going on.

the hat man predicted miku would be in fortnite.. your friends made fun of you.. gojo said he would come over? well, clearly he didn’t, since you don’t see him anywhere. choso’s friends were making fun of you, choso was worried for you, hatsune miku is in fortnite…

wait.

HATSUNE MIKU IS IN FORTNITE????

AND HOW DID THE HAT MAN TELL YOU THIS BEFORE SHE WAS RELEASED?????????

was ‘wanna play fortnite’ a valid response to this? probably not, but people (especially hot people) calling you out for your stupid behavior always made you uncomfortable, so it’s time to switch up the topic.

choso didn’t seem to mind, as you received a video call from him not even a minute later.

and now, here you were on stream, ignoring whatever happened last night as you played fortnite with your new friend, choso!

he was a sweetheart, really. his voice alone could show that he was shy, and that made you feel better about your own shyness.

being on gojos stream really did help your confidence levels, though. you were terrified of everyone hating you, but you were met with quite the opposite! your self esteem has definitely been doing better, and it’s helped with your shyness a lot.

you hope you can help choso feel comfortable around you, too.

next chapter will be choso centric!! i love that boy. i think it’s so silly my favs are choso and nanami but it’s probably hard to tell that 💔everyone probably thinks i’m gojo or toji centric like NOOOO!! NOT THE FRAT BOYS NO

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[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ PADDOCK TO PADDOCK (LN) PART 2

lando norris x fem!horse rider!reader

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user3 HELLOOOOO WHAT.

user7 WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS

user9 lando needs to stay focused :/

user1 stfu

alex_albon @/yourusername this is betrayal i’m disowning u

yourusername noooo dad pls. i’ll come to williams next💙

user7 y/n calling alex and lily mom & dad… she’s just like us for real

landonorris 🧡

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user4 prettiest baby in existence she is GLOWING

user6 can’t believe she’s an f1 fan this feels unreal

mclaren it was our honour🧡

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yourusername back from my adventures into training. qualifications coming up which means extra work for this little (big) man🫣

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user3 BEANIE BOYYYY🥹

user8 you got this y/n/n!!!!

flo_norris_showjumping best of luck for qualifying, let me know how it goes🩷

user2 carlos in the likes again i’m TELLING YOU lando is talking abt y/n to the grid boys

landonorris he’s kind of cute ig

yourusername DOES THIS MEAN YOU’LL MEET HIM

landonorris @/yourusername literally where did i say this

user4 petition for lando to meet mr. bean

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f1updates asked about his growing friendship with showjumper y/n y/l/n, lando said today that the two are ‘just becoming friends’ and ‘don’t have much time to see each other’ now y/n is back in her home county. but sources close to the two say they’ve been facetiming most nights👀

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user10 everyone leave them alone and let them have their private lives challenge

user11 good! lando should be staying focused on getting good face results. he can’t afford this right now.

user9 thank you! i’ve been saying this for ages!

user3 jobless ppl in the comments he’s a grown man and they’re just friends anyway

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landonorris p2 quali in home race, and some great company. what could be better🧡

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user7 WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING TOO BUSY TO HANG OUT MR. NORRIS?!

carlossainz55 well done brother❤️

user3 CARLANDO🥹🥹🥹

user1 y’all weren’t apart for very long i see👀

user5 OSCAR IS SO CUTEEE😭

yourusername 🧡 can’t wait to watch tomorrow

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williamsracing just call us mr steal your girl👀 @/mclaren

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user5 AHAHHA IM HERE FOR MCLAREN VS WILLIAMS

user1 admin i love u so bad rn😭

mclaren @/yourusername how could you?!

yourusername a rock and a hard place…

alex_albon the BETTER team

user4 y/n, lily and zoe all together🥹🥹🥹

landonorris …

user7 OH HES SNDJSJSJS

user9 you deserve better lando!

user1 @/user9 once again, stfu

yourusername answer my text douchebag

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user5 eeee today is the day!!!!!

user12 came for lando, stayed for y/n. good luck hon!

yourusername thank you guys🥹🩷 hope i can make you proud

a/n: i realise this wasn’t v interesting but… attempting a slow ish burn bc i love pining

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- giselle xx

[blueishspace]

(Something old and new, borrowed and blue p16)

Jimmy: ...woof woof.

Martyn: There you are, I was starting to get a bit worried, you know?

*He was?... Well, at least he didn't get angry or something*

Martyn: So did you finish a red life task yet?

*Task...? Wait, red life????*

Jimmy: Uh... no...?

Martyn: Oh. Alright.

Jimmy: ...

Martyn: ...

*This is extremely akward? Are you supposed to say something?*

Martyn: So, heard Grian and Etho are being very suspicious today.

Jimmy: Oh? That's...interesting.

Martyn: ... What's wrong? You are off today.

Jimmy: What, me? I-

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[mrs-elsie-barnes]

You know he'd never leave us for long! Thank you so much for reading and sharing 🥰🥰

Back To Work | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader | Drabble - 800 words

Retirement, a new house, a romantic evening planned, Bucky just knew that life was all going too well . Especially when he starts being hounded to return to his superhero life.

Warnings: language, fluff, a little angsty at the end. Featuring domestic thunderbolts Bucky.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and @reveriesources

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

“Bucky, are you ready to go baby?” Your voice carried through from the living room as he clicked his arm back into place, shrugging his shoulder to get the fit right. 

You'd been excited all day, buzzing around the new house and opening boxes, trying to unpack at the same time as finding the perfect outfit. Bucky was only half regretting making plans so soon after moving, sure it was stressful trying to dig out his nice shoes from the piles of boxes and bags, but seeing you so happy was completely worth it and knowing you’d be coming home to your house, together, was just the icing on the cake. 

Now the sun was setting and you had turned on the downlighters in the kitchen, void of your usual clutter it looked lonely. 

“Just checking my phone, Doll.” He called back picking the offending item up from the counter - so many missed messages, he sighed.

 He'd been better recently, replying to Sam and catching up with him every week or so. He'd even managed to facetime Steve in his retirement home. He quite enjoyed the easy freedom of digital communication. But today, of all days, it had been pinging non-stop all driving him crazy during the drive and ruining the relaxing and, he hoped, romantic atmosphere he was trying to create. 

“Come on, baby, I don't want to be late.” You strolled into the kitchen and he dropped the phone again to focus his attention on you instead, taking in your dress and heels, your lipstick perfectly done. How could he worry about a stupid phone when you were together. 

“C’mere,” he pulled you close, tucking you under his chin and planting a kiss to the top of your head. 

He smelt lovely, fresh from the shower but with the hint of cut wood from building furniture. His vest revealed the hint of his dog tags, outlined under the fabric, as well as his tanned skin from a summer well spent outside, your traced your fingers over the chain and up his neck. Tangling your fingers in his long hair you tugged him down for a kiss. 

“Love you, Buck.” You whispered against his lips, heat surging through you just at his presence. 

“Love you too.” His lips tickled your cheek, behind your ear, and then he was swinging you up onto the counter. 

“Don't make us late!” 

“If you don't like it, stop giggling.” His fingers tickled up your bare legs, eyes twinkling with desire. 

Ping 

“That fucking phone,” Bucky growled, grabbing it again. More messages, more missed calls. 

“You should see what they want,” wrapping your arms and legs around him as you tugged Bucky closer, every line and curve fitting against him perfectly. He was sun warmed and cuddly, still ridiculously strong, but the hard lines and plains had softened since his retirement and you couldn’t get enough. 

“Fine, for you, then we're going to go and have a nice dinner and I'm leaving this stupid thing here.” He grumbled, chin on top of your head. 

You giggled again, leaving kisses on his chest. Bucky was so attached to that thing you didn't believe it for a second. Until his breathing went funny, heartbeat speeding up beneath your cheek. 

“What is it?”

His eyes had lost their sparkle, looking sad and serious. 

“I might have to rearrange dinner.” 

“What? Why?” You couldn’t see the phone, but his eyes raced across whatever he’d been sent.

“Where did we pack the gear?”

“The what? Oh - uh,it's in the trunk, in the garage but -” 

Bucky slid away, eyes glazed, focussed, intent and you were suddenly so cold without his presence.Your heart sank listening to the movement in the garage on the other side of the wall. 

He emerged ten minutes later, his smart trousers and vest discarded in favour of leather, the dirty t-shirt he'd been wearing while you were unpacking was back and he’d at least grabbed his soft leather jacket for protection. 

You threw yourself into his arms, tears springing to your eyes. “Are you needed?” 

“I think so,” his voice was low, sinking into the headspace required to take on whatever danger was lurking. 

“Come back to me in one piece, okay?” Your voice cracked, arms squeezing him impossibly tight.

“Of course, doll.” He looked at you then, tears welling in his own eyes, his lips so soft against your own. 

“You're my hero, you know that? You don't have to do anything else?” 

He nodded, letting you slide back to the floor, heels clicking on the tile in a sad reminder of your ruined evening. 

“I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you, lock the door behind me, okay? Don’t let anyone, anyone, in.” 

It was your turn to nod, you knew the protocols, the rules that reassured him. 

His bike roared to life, then he was gone, and you were alone in the echo of your home. 

[blackhairedjjun]

flowers of every color | good ending: daffodils

overall summary: when your father is assigned as the new head gardener to the royal family, you are also tasked with helping him maintain the castle's many gardens and extensive floral arrangements. by chance you find yourself crossing paths with the "ice-cold" crown prince, choi yeonjun... who turns out to be not as ice-cold as everyone says he is.

chapter summary: as a condition for your relationship with yeonjun to continue, you are given tests to prove your worthiness. you make it all the way until the last one... and this is that test.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: pet names (darling)

author's note: as i mentioned in the end notes of the previous chapter, this ending takes place after a timeskip of several months!

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the lamp you’ve set on the table flickers. you rub your temples, trying to ignore the headache that’s set in from reading and writing for so long. the  nighttime darkness around the rest of the library isn’t helping, and neither is the spring chill that permeates its long hallways. you’re grateful, then, for the lamp providing a tiny bit of light, the new coat that fits you snugly, and your lover seated next to you and practically attached to your side as you write.

yeonjun watches you for a few moments before leaning in closer and brushing aside some of your hair from your face. “y/n darling, shouldn’t you take a break?”

“it’s okay, jjunie. i’m almost done.”

he yawns and blinks at you a few times. you can tell he wants to say something, but has probably forgotten it in his sleepy haze.

“you’re more tired than me, you know. you can go to bed ahead of me if you want.”

“noooo...” he pouts and snuggles into your side even more. “i want to stay here with you... want to read your speech...”

“you’ll hear it tomorrow anyway. get some rest, love.”

“but i want to see it before everyone does...”

his arms circle around your waist and he looks at you with pleading eyes, even as he blinks the sleep away from them. oh, there’s no way you’ll get him to leave you 一 not that you want him to anyway.

“okay, you can stay here.” you push aside his bangs and kiss his forehead.

yeonjun smiles and looks over your shoulder as you continue to write.

for once you’re grateful for your propensity to lose yourself in your work, or else you'd be too anxious to properly focus on the speech you’re writing. it’s easy for you to slip into the right headspace for writing once your attention has been set 一 thinking of the ideas you want to express, the right words to express them with, the proper flow of the speech to tie everything together 一 and you get to it, your hand moving as fast as it can to catch up with your thoughts.

you’re so lost in your writing that it’s easy to forget what is at stake: a chance to prove yourself as a worthy future consort, as a result, be allowed to be with yeonjun. for the past several months you have been taking lessons in diplomacy, history, economics, etiquette, and a dozen other things that the spouse of a monarch ought to know, and along with them you’ve been given several tests to prove what you’ve learned. they were grueling, but these were the conditions that you and yeonjun negotiated for if your relationship is to continue and progress.

the tests have ranged from pen-and-paper exams on the political history of the kingdom to practical demonstrations on how to ride and control a horse, and you’re grateful that you somehow managed to pass them all so far. but you can’t rest easy just yet, not when your final test takes place three days from now: a speech on a personal advocacy or passion that benefits the kingdom. it must not only explain why it is important, but also inspire others to see it the way you do.

even as you write word after word, you’re surprised by how naturally it comes to you 一 you know your passion well, not just now but even long before the tests were assigned to you in the first place. as you finish your speech draft, you look over at yeonjun and give him a knowing smile.

his eyes scan your words on the paper before meeting your gaze, and he too smiles. “it’s so you,” he says. “it’s perfect.”

“is it?”

“definitely.”

you chuckle. “good, it’s supposed to be.”

for a split second your gaze lands on the fresh red rose he has pinned to the lapel of his coat. you remember why you chose your topic for your speech, and why you’re doing all this in the first place.

“just one more and it’ll be all over.” yeonjun leans his head on your shoulder and hums. “they’ll pass you for sure, i just know it, and then...”

he trails off as he buries his face in your neck. you feel his arms around you squeeze you tighter.

you wrap one of your own arms around his waist. “i still can’t believe they allowed this,” you say. “i still can’t believe your mom fought for us.”

“she’s amazing, really. she got all our advisors on her side... she helped me re-negotiate the deal with that queen...”

“and she agreed! tell her thank you, jjunie.”

yeonjun lifts his head up and grins at you. “i’ve told her three times already! she knows how grateful we are!”

“i know! but i truly, sincerely mean it.”

“and she truly, sincerely knows!” he laughs and the sound fills the otherwise quiet library. “and i truly, sincerely know.”

he looks at you with sincerity shining in his eyes. despite the chill of the library you feel warm, and in your gratitude you give him a peck on the lips.

“i’m glad you do,” you say. “i’ll be going through this speech again, do you still want to stay?”

yeonjun leans his head on your shoulder again. “i’ll stay as as long as i need to.”

一

the dining hall only holds a fraction of its capacity, but to you it might as well be a full house. 

you look up from the makeshift podium and stare at the rows of guests seated in front of you: the council of advisors, the royal tutors, a few of the kingdom’s diplomats, even the chamberlain. in the front row you spot soobin nodding at you with a dimpled smile; beomgyu giving you a not-so-discreet thumbs-up; princess ajin (making a diplomatic visit to the kingdom on her own “because i can”) staring with a blank expression; and the king and queen themselves watching you with expectant looks on their faces.

you swallow hard. the hairs on your arms are standing up, and though the spring weather is far from getting warm, you still feel yourself sweating underneath your coat. with all eyes on you, you see the full stakes of today’s test come into full focus. everyone here will be scrutinizing you, analyzing every word that comes out of your mouth, and anything you say deemed unworthy of a consort could spell the end of your relationship with yeonjun.

“you may begin anytime,” the queen says. “as soon as you’re ready.”

you nod, rearrange your papers on the podium, and draw a shaky breath.

your eyes dart about the room, searching for something 一 anything 一 that could anchor you against the tide of nervousness rising in your stomach. at first you stare very hard at a distant flower vase on one of the shelves, thinking about where it came from and how you grew it, until your gaze wavers and you find yourself locking eyes with yeonjun. he’s looking at you again with that expression of pure fondness and love, the same way he looked at you when you danced with him all those months ago, and a wave of warmth cuts through the nervousness in you. 

despite everything, his love for you has never changed 一 and you feel the same way. isn’t that worth fighting for?

you clear your throat and begin.

“your highnesses the king and queen, your majesty the crown prince, the members of the council of advisors, our esteemed guests” 一 your voice trembles but you rein it in一 “i bid you good afternoon, and i thank you for your time and attention.

“i cannot tell you enough how honored and grateful i am to be speaking in front of all of you. most of you know me as but a humble gardener and just one of many people under your highnesses’ employ. for nearly a year now i have tended to the the castle’s vast gardens, prepared herbs and vegetables for the castle’s lavish meals, and brought flowers to enhance the beauty of this very castle. the work is humble, tiring, and often dirty. compared to the work done by the royal family and their council of advisors to keep our kingdom and its people prosperous, it seems trivial or even frivolous.

“however, i ask you today to put aside your preconceptions of me and my line of work.” your voice stops shaking now and seems to fill the whole dining hall. “i am only one of hundreds of gardeners, florists, and horticulturists within this kingdom, and we work for its wealth and prosperity as much as you do. it is our hands that grow the fruits that nourish your bodies, the flowers that lift your spirits, the herbs that cure your ailments, and the trees that protect you from storms. our work may seem trivial, but even trivial things add up and become essential for every citizen’s life and work.”

with the confidence surging in you, you continue speaking on the importance of horticulture to the kingdom. as you speak, you recall not only the books on botany you borrowed from the library, not only the lessons you received on economics and industry, but also your lifetime’s worth of experience. memories flash before you as you speak: planting your first cuttings in the garden behind your house as a child, your hand holding your father’s as you accompany him to a nobleman’s house for the first time to prepare his garden, even the first time you prepared a difficult floral display all by yourself.

you discuss the specialized skills that gardeners and horticulturists possess, contributing to the kingdom’s wealth of knowledge on the natural world. you list out the revenue that their work brings to the economy, from extensive gardens commissioned by wealthy nobles to the batches of homegrown fruits and vegetables exchanged at common markets every day. you speak on the positive impact of their work on the environment and how the plants they bring have protected the soil and the air. lastly, you end with the psychological benefits of it all and how one patch of flowers can bring joy to any citizen’s day.

as you speak, your eyes find yeonjun’s once again. he smiles at you and you know that you two are thinking of the same thing: that it was your work, your flowers, that brought you two together.

you move to your closing words: “if there is one thing i ask you to remember from my words, it is this: see us. the work we do is everywhere 一 in the vegetables in a stew, in a tree offering shade, in flowers of every color and fruits of every size. see us because no one else can care for the earth of this land the way we do. and once you do, you will find not only a class of skilled, diligent, and honorable people, but also a worthy partner in helping this kingdom flourish.”

you catch your breath as you finish. before you can even pray that your words were heeded, applause fills your ears; you look around and see your audience looking up at you with admiration in their eyes. the royal advisors nod in approval, the king and queen are beaming with pride, and even princess ajin has a small smile on her lips. you hear whistling and frenzied clapping from one side and suppress a laugh as soobin and beomgyu are barely able to contain their excitement, practically leaping from their chairs to cheer you on.

your gaze travels to yeonjun and see tears forming in his eyes as he applauds you. your own vision starts to blur and tears of happiness start to fall, and it takes all your willpower to resist the urge to leap off the platform and into his arms.

you did it for his sake, and you succeeded.

—

the hours following your speech are a blur. you remember bits and pieces of it, from beomgyu crushing you in a hug to the pudding you ate at the celebratory banquet. you even recall pieces of conversation about engagement preparations, though you’re not sure if you actually heard them or if you simply imagined them. the only thing your memory truly registers are the emotions: joy, excitement, relief.

the last thing you remember of that day is lying down in yeonjun’s bed in his room as he talks about how proud he is of you. he lies next to you, his smile reaching all the way to his eyes, murmuring words like you were amazing out there and i can’t believe i get to be with you as he pulls you to his chest. you close your eyes and just feel him next to you 一 something that would have been unthinkable just months earlier 一 as your exhaustion finally carries you off to sleep.

the morning after, you wake up in his arms. even before your eyes open fully, the first thing you feel is just how warm he is; your back is pressed to his chest and his arm is draped around your waist. you sense the rhythm of his breathing, steady and comforting, and his breaths tickling the back of your neck. even in sleep he holds you close and you smile to yourself, letting him keep you warm from the spring morning air.

the sun has just risen. its rays shine gold through the window, illuminating the gilt patterns around the prince’s bedroom. the bed is so soft that you could sink through it like water, inhaling the floral scent of the freshly laundered sheets as you go. the room is far more ornate from the gardener's quarters but no less comfortable. it’s a beautiful way to start the day, you think, but none of it is as beautiful as the man laying next to you.

and best of all: now that you’ve passed your training, this is only the first of many beautiful mornings. 

slowly you turn around to face yeonjun, moving carefully as not to wake him. you take a moment to admire how peaceful he looks when he sleeps, how his features relax when the worries of the waking world are far from him. you curl into him even more, burying your face in his neck, and whisper a soft i love you against his skin. 

you feel the grip of his arm around your waist tighten.

“i love you too, darling…”

his voice is still hoarse from sleep, but you don’t care. you lift your head to gaze at him and see his eyes crinkle as he smiles at you. he runs a hand through your hair, coaxing you to lay your head down again, and as you do he leaves a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

“sleep well?” he murmurs.

“yeah…”

“you can sleep more, you know,” he says, wrapping the bed covers more snugly around you. “you don’t have to wake up early for lessons anymore.”

“i know, i just got used to it…”

“then stay with me?”

he pouts at you and you giggle from how adorable he looks. in this moment there is no ice-cold crown prince, only my darling jjun, and you can’t ask for anything more.

you rest your head against his chest. “of course i’ll stay.”

the morning is calm and you let your gaze drift for a few moments. you savor everything: the sunlight, the soft sheets, the way yeonjun kisses the side of your head from time to time as you rest on him. eventually your eyes come to rest on the flower vase you left on the windowsill — you didn’t need to fill them anymore the moment you started training to be consort, but you loved doing it so much that you kept doing it.

this week you left daffodils. the sunlight makes their yellow petals pop out even more.

yeonjun turns his head to follow your gaze. “for new beginnings, right? since they grow at the start of spring.”

“yeah, exactly.”

“wow, i’m really learning about all these flowers from you.”

“at this rate, you might know even more than me.”

“we can switch then,” he teases. “you were so good yesterday that you can run the kingdom, and i’ll use everything you know to be the new gardener.”

“no way!”

you shake your head and laugh but yeonjun simply smiles at you. he pulls you closer to him and you nearly stumble off him; the next thing you know, his face is hovering over yours, his dark hair falling over his eyes.

“but you really were amazing, y/n. do you know just how amazing you are?”

“i am…?”

he leans forward and kisses you. you smile into the kiss, indulging in the warmth of his lips on yours. even after he’s done so dozens of times, you still feel your heart fluttering from the way he kisses you.

“you are,” he says when he pulls away.

he cuddles next to you and you let out a happy sigh. if this is just the beginning, if this is just the first of many mornings of waking up next to him, then you hope that this new chapter of your life will never end.

notes: and that's it for ending number one! if you read this fic until the very end, thank you so much for sticking around. i honestly did not expect to have an audience when i started writing this fic, so i'm really grateful for all the love you've given to it so far <3 and if you're sticking around for the bad ending, see you soon too!

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Jay stood at the front of the flower shop. Procrastinating.

Ever since his mom told him yesterday that he would be running the shop, all of the day was used on training. Jay knew all about it already, having to fill in once or twice when he was younger when either of his parents couldn't.

But this time it was like- permanent.

A whole year stuck at this place. Monday to Friday. 8 hours a day.

He took a deep breath, and finally opened the shop.

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It was finally his break time- he closed the shop up and sat on the steps, taking a long sigh.

It was so boring.

Jay had no interest in plants, he majored in engineering for christs sake!! But noooo, he's stuck here. Having to deal with dumb men who hadn't a clue about flowers, giving the most bare minumim description and opting for the cheapest bouquet possible.

Having to deal with smartasses who refuse to not use the scientific names for each flower, acting all high and mighty about how they would arrange it and giving him fun facts like he wasn't qualified enough to work there.

Having to deal with- okay maybe he should get out of his head.

So, Jay stood up for a walk.

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Although before he could really go on said walk he spotted something- something he had never seen before.

A new shop?

Around here???

This could be interesting. Far more interesting then being here.

Across the street he went to investigate!

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Jay carefully scanned over the store, feeling a sense of... intimidation.

It was a tattoo parlor. A very scary looking, stereotypically edgy tattoo parlor.

The LED open sign was illuminated- but he didn't see anybody inside. He pressed his face against the glass, smooshing his cheek on the window, really trying to get more a glimpse on what the shop looked like.

"Uh- what are you doing?"

"AH-"

Startled, he yelped and looked back at the person who questioned him, not really expecting anybody to notice him.

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It was a women.. a really.. REALLY pretty women.

She continued staring at him with a perplexed look as Jay looked at her closely.. she had wavy dark hair, up in a high pony. Really thinking about it, this women was probably the owner- or at least working at the shop, considering how she was pratically covered in tattoos.

Jay looked down at the box she was holding which was full of decorations for the shop.

She had nice arms.

"Hello?"

"OH OH HI!"

He had to snap out of it!! What was with him???

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Putting the box down next to the step of the door, she reached out a hand.

"I'm Nya! I'm uh- the new owner of this store I guess. What about you?"

He took her hand and shook it, letting go. God was he sweaty?? Could she tell???

"Oh I'm- I'm Jay!! Yeah hi I'm- my name- yeah it's Jay."

Fuck. Something kill him NOW.

"I'll see ya later, alright? Gotta get back or Skylor will be pissed. Bye!"

Picking up the box, she did a slight wave and dissapeared.

Holy shit.

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The character complexities here! Ollie definitely has it rough in this AU.

Your thoughts on Matchstick Ollie? 👀

oh man ok. so imagine this. you’re some kid who loves the ocean who wants to do some good in the world and you hear about this job opening for Zoraxis Defense. they’re experimenting with shields and protection and they’re in an UNDERWATER LAB (!!!! how cool is that?!) and you think this is your big chance to make a difference! so you take the job and it’s weird. Zoraxis is a very strange company; the higher-ups use call signs instead of names, a lot of the scientists there feel a little rough around the edges, and the two project leads have a fascination with dangerous wildlife. but all you have to do is sit in your little storage room and be quick about getting people what they need, and when things get rough, you can just look out your window at the sea and remember that this is in service of a greater good and everything is fine.

then, they send you an assistant. and there’s something… off about them. something distinctly unhinged. they have a call sign instead of a name, like the project leads, and they clearly do not want to be helping you, so you try to more or less leave them alone. you’re still friendly and polite, though, because of course you are, but they react to your polite attempts at conversation with hostility. no, with fear. they’re scared of something, and it’s making them angry, and that makes you curious. so you keep chipping away, trying to coax them into friendship like they’re a feral dog who snaps at your hand when you hold it out. and you don’t really think it’s working until one day, one of the scientists plays a little too rough and you get hurt, and it’s not a big deal but they EXPLODE. and you’re thinking “huh, maybe we are friends after all” and then the experiments wrap up and you’re told to stay put and keep an eye on things until your replacement comes, and you’re fine with that (it’ll only be a couple days, after all!) but then they drag you into the tiny escape pod with them and pull you out.

and you ask them why in the world they did that. and they say “they were leaving you down there to die.” and then they tell you the truth about Zoraxis, and you believe them. you weren’t helping people. well, you were; you were helping people make weapons. and you didn’t even know it.

and you tell them that you want to quit, and they bark a laugh and say you can try but the last person who did got Zoraxis operatives sent after her to kill her. and they say “i don’t want to kill you, Ollie” and so you stay. they give you a new job, a desk one, just doing paperwork, and you hate it but what else can you do? you’re in too deep. you have to keep helping these bad people do bad things. and you can’t even look out the window and see the ocean anymore. and wow, that makes you a bad person too, doesn’t it? Matchstick is still around, and they scare you, but they scare you in a very different way from the rest of Zoraxis, and they take care of you. and they keep you company and you change their bandages and sometimes you ask what happened on their latest mission, and they’ll tell you what Zoraxis made them do, and you start to think you should stop asking but at least they’re talking to you. and you’re vaguely aware that they’re protecting you from the worst of it, and you’re not sure you deserve that.

and one day they walk in on you crying in your office and they tell you that Zoraxis personnel don’t cry, and you ask what to do instead, and they tell you to laugh. and they try to teach you to cackle like a villain, but you just can’t seem to get it but they think your pathetic attempts are funny so it’s fine. and one day, you finally get it, but by then it’s too late to show them and wow, you’re not just a bad person, you’re stupid for thinking you could do any good.

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Kelp

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“Y/n.”

“No! Nope! Nu uh!” You shook your head and pulled away. “I’m not eating what is basically sea grass! Do I look like a cow to you?”

Cross held out the kelp to you. “A what?” His head tipped to the side like a big puppy.

“A cow.” Realizing that wasn’t an explanation, you gestured how big a cow was. “It’s a big land animal with four legs that eats grass. The bulls have these long curving horns so they can fight off predators.”

His eyes widened. “It has four legs and weapons??”

You snickered at his reaction. “Yeah, there’s a whole sport around bull fighting. It’s really dangerous even though cows aren’t predators.”

“They’re not predators… and they’re dangerous? Have… Have they killed anything?” His eyelights were tiny in his sockets.

“Oh, yeah. I don’t know the details, but I know that many people and animals have died to a rampaging bull. It’s not fun.”

Cross didn’t respond.

Looking back at him, you finally noticed why. The guy looked absolutely terrified. Of cows? Well, you hadn’t done the best job explaining their softer side. You cleared your throat. “But they can be really gentle. When I was little, I went to a ranch and got to feed one. That was fun.”

“Mm…” He mumbled, still staring into space.

“Cross?”

His eyes snapped to you, he shook his head and sat straight. “Anyways! You still have to eat this.”

“Noooo!” You stepped out of his reach. “You can’t make me if you can’t catch me! Ha!”

Cross grinned smugly at you. “You remember how you learned about this type of conversion?”

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously. “…Yeeaahhhh? Horror told me. Why?”

“Heheheh.” Came a familiar chuckle behind you causing a chill to go up your spine.

You spun around to face Horror, who had sat himself right in your pathway.

He waved his fingers at you. “Hi.”

A glare was shot at Cross. “Two against one is unfair.” You pouted, earning another chuckle from Horror.

Cross shrugged. “I planned ahead. And Horror was the only one of us that can get on land without getting stuck.”

You crossed your arms, careful to keep an eye on Horror’s curling tentacles, and grumbled. “I still don’t want to…”

A sigh came from Cross. “Y/n. If you want to be a siren, you have to ease into the diet. If you convert without preparing, you’ll throw up everything we feed you. It’s an annoying process but a necessary one.”

Horror hummed in agreement.

“Uuuggggghhhhhhh! Fine! But it’s gross!” You stormed over and carefully took the soggy greens. “…..Gross.” Your nose wrinkled at it.

Both sirens laughed at you and waited patiently, looking away for your comfort.

It looked and felt so gross. Your gag reflex had you sticking your tongue out and looking away. It was necessary. It wouldn’t hurt you… right?

An idea came to mind.

You spun on your heel, much to Cross’s confusion, and marched back to

Horror. His tentacles moved out of your way as he gave you an amused look. Splitting the clump of kelp vaguely in half, you offered him half and his eye dilated at the offer.

“Y/n, he doesn’t-.” Cross started.

“Shut up, Cross. If I’m going to eat this, I’m going to share.”

You could have sworn Horror’s eye flickered into a heart for a second. He gently took the clump and held it close. He grabbed a droopy leaf and held it up, waiting expectantly for you to do the same.

With a small groan, you lifted up a piece, maintaining eye contact, and copied him as he ate his.

Oh, that was salty!

Your face pursed at the taste, gaining another chuckle from the tall siren. Once you got past the sea water… it didn’t taste… bad. Just like a sea salad.

Horror smiled and encouraged you to continue. You both ate your section of sea weed without much other than a few tense expressions as you bit into the next leaf.

Before you knew it, your hands were empty and Horror was licking his fingers.

“Was that so hard?” Cross teased his eyes darting between you and Horror.

“Yes.” You snapped back. “But… it wasn’t… terrible.”

Horror chuckled again and leaned over you. “Lil… baby.”

You gasped, offended. “Excuse me?!?”

Horror was leaning over you and… purring? Was that purring or a different type of whistle? And how did he do that? You could feel the sound in your ribs. When you looked at him, his eyes were closed as he leaned towards you.

A growl from Cross startled you.

“Horror.” Cross threatened. His claws were digging into the beach as if he would come after you.

Horror’s eye opened slowly and you shivered. His eye blazed with a protectiveness you hadn’t seen before as he glared at Cross.

The purr melted into a growl.

That… wasn’t good.

You were between two aggressive sirens. And neither of them seemed to notice you, fully focused on each other.

Deciding to back out of this situation, you slowly stepped away from Horror. Surely they wouldn’t start a scuffle randomly, right? You didn’t want to risk it.

You bumped into a writhing tentacle.

It immediately gripped your leg, Horror’s attention shot to you with a glare that could kill, and you froze. Would he hurt you while he was like this?

With a small gasp, Horror’s expression snapped from angry to scared. Him and his tentacles reeled away from you.

“…Horror?” You asked. Was he okay?

With a whine and a pained look, Horror turned and retreated into the water with less than a splash, leaving you staring after him.

What…

What just happened?

“Are you okay?”

You looked over at Cross. There were marks in the beach where his hands had dug into the rocks.

“What happened?” You asked, still tense.

Cross’s face gained a purple hue. “Uhhh, Horror forgot himself for a second… It’s okay. He, uh,” He gave the water a quizzical look. “He didn’t want to hurt you.”

Comforting.

“You sound surprised.” You raised an eyebrow at Cross.

“Well, he,” Cross grumbled. “He doesn’t like people. Except for Nightmare, I guess, but Nightmare spoils him.”

“Spoils him?”

Cross waved his hand dismissively. “He helps Horror hunt. Which is du- unnecessary, Horror can hunt for himself, and Boss doesn’t help anyone else.” He grumbled and crossed his arms. “It feels like he only helps Horror because Horror’s an octopus too.”

Oh.

Big boy was jealous.

When Cross finally looked back at you, he startled at your glare.

“Cross.” You growled slowly. “Do you know why I met Horror? How I learned that whistle?”

He shook his head.

“Because he was starving. I sat on this beach and waited for one of you to show up when he found me. He was hungry and he saw an easy target. Do you remember why I survived?”

“You fed him?” He answered, uncertainly.

“Yes. And when I offered the first sandwich, he stopped whistling. I was terrified. But I offered again. I can only imagine what it was like for him. Starving for days maybe weeks, when, what you thought was going to be your next meal, offers you food instead of running away when they had the chance. How would you feel if you were starving, attacked someone, and they gave you pizza?”

His mouth opened and closed a few times before he answered. “…Horror was starving?” You nodded. “But… he can lure, right?”

“If you mean lure like ‘sing and people will walk off a cliff for you’, no.” You shivered. “Horror can’t lure. His whistle only removes fear. I could have walked or run away at any moment, even while he sang, and he could do nothing to stop me. Cross, he can’t hunt like you and Killer. Didn’t you know?”

Cross shook his head. “Sirens can’t affect other sirens, so we never knew. He had a whistle, we assumed it worked. He never told any of us otherwise.”

You looked back across the water. “From what I’ve seen, he doesn’t like talking around you. He talked to me, a lot, the other day. Maybe he talks to Nightmare too?”

“That… would make sense.” Cross said. “Oh my stars, this entire time…? And we never noticed? No wonder I’ve never seen him eat when Boss is asleep.”

The birds and waves filled the silence for a moment.

“…Are you okay?”

You looked back at the siren and shrugged. “Better than I should be, worse than I could. Why?”

“He grabbed you.” Cross’s face was tense with concern.

“Yep. And let go immediately after. His tentacle didn’t hurt me, Cross.” You scolded.

He didn’t look sorry as he changed the subject. “Come here. I need to give you some magic for the conversion.”

Your face wrinkled humorously as you walked toward him. “You make it sound weird.”

“The anti-drowning siren maker then.”

“Nope! The last one was good!”

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The concert had ended and you couldn't help but think it was the most fun night of your life. South Park certainly knew how to draw in a crowd and give a band their best experience ever. Endorphins running through your body at an all time high, you felt happy, light, floaty in a way. Like nothing could ever tear you down.

"What a night!" Clyde exclaimed, tossing his drumsticks in the air, doing some random juggling routine with them.

Nichole hummed a noise of agreement, "Right! I don't think I've seen so many people of South Park in one place before."

Everyone nodded at Nichole's statement.

"Well, I for one am beat," Stan sighed out, before taking a sip of his water, "I don't think I've sang that many high notes in my life before in one concert."

"You did a good job bro," Kyle slapped his hand on Stan's back, rubbing his shoulder a bit, "You all did."

Clyde stared at the scene in front of him before turning to you mouth open wide in shock before looking back at Stan and Kyle, "Oh my god they're making out in front of us guys!"

You stifled your laugh as Stan turns to Kyle make obnoxious kissing noises towards him, "Style will be real in 10 seconds."

Kyle scoffed and turned to find a place to sit down and Stan threw his arms around Kyle's waist, "NOOOO babe don't leave meeeeee."

"Oh my god you weirdo," Kyle rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, "Fine, fine I'll sit with you, scooch over."

Stan does so and Kyle sits besides him, "Well we've got some downtime before the truck guys come to grab our equipment, what do you guys wanna do?"

"FOOD. OH FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING PRECIOUS TO ME, CAN WE PLEASEEEE ORDER SOME FOOD!!" Clyde falls to his knees, begging.

Kyle took his phone out opening DoorDash, "Yeah I'm feelin hungry myself, what you guys want? I'll start a group order but you all owe me back."

You patted your pocket, "Oh wait where's my phone?"

Kyle's face briefly shows one of panic, "I uh, put it on the charger you left it and I found it dead.. so I plugged it in for you."

"Oh! Thanks Kyle."

"No problem, I'll just pay for you for tonight."

Clyde scoffs, "What is THIS Kyle Broflovski? You pay for our dear bassist but not for your lovely Clyde THE Donovan?"

"Clyde."

"This is like........instrumentalism..Do you just like bassists? Do you hate drummers?"

Nichole looks up in confusion, giving Clyde a side eye, "That.. is definitely NOT a word meant for that use smart ass."

"Uh huh, it sure is, don't change the topic though Nicky.. the important thing here is that no one is paying.. for ME!"

Kyle sighs, "Clyde."

"Uh.. I'm not finished yet," Clyde holds a finger up, "As I was saying, why don't you pay for me too! Do you just hate me, Kyle? I thought we were besties..."

If emoticons could be used as tones... you swear Clyde would sound like exactly like the sad emotion right now.

"Clyde." Kyle tries again.

"Oh my god can you let me do what I need to do?" Clyde frowns in fake irritation.

"Did..are you quoting Tyler the Creator right now? Seriously?" Stan asks.

"Yeah."

You snort at Clyde's antics and Kyle rubs his eyes, "Dude.. You can pay for yourself.. your phone is right there.. and CHARGED. You literally just got an angry birds notification."

Clyde turns around and sure enough his phone sat lit up with an angry birds notification sitting on his home screen, "Oh well this is awkward.. but still! It's the principle of things.."

Before Kyle could utter another word, Clyde continues, "BUT! I'll let you off the hook.. I'll pay for myself; you win this time.. Kyle Matthew Broflovski.."

"NOT THE FULL NAME." Stan bursts out laughing hard and Kyle sits there with his head in his hands, face covered in a slight blush from embarrassment.

Nichole, having tuned the conversation out and scrolling on DoorDash herself, pipes up with, "Does Burger King sound alright? It's either that or McDonalds and I'd rather not have them again tonight."

"Sounds good with me!" You chirp and the other three give their own mentions of agreement.

Kyle sends the link out and then gets up to sit beside you, "What would you like?"

"Hmm.." You lean in to get a better look at his phone and Kyle stiffens a bit before handing his phone to you.

"Thanks," You add your order in and hand the phone back to him, "Hey Kyle do you think my phone's charged by now?"

Kyle hums briefly and without thinking says, "Yeah should be."

"Oh great, where is it?"

He pauses briefly, having realized what he said, "Uhhh... You know.. I'm not sure where I plugged it in, give me a second to place the order if everyone would FINISH," He gives Stan a harsh side eye who just shrugs in return, "And I'll help you look."

Nichole frowns and gives you a glance and you catch it and just shrug, "Alright works with me, just as long as my phone is still here and someone didn't take it.. because you'd be owing me a new phone mister."

Kyle places the order and stands up, "Yup, I know.. That's why I'm hoping it's still here myself. Alright well lets go find it."

Kyle starts walking off towards the trailers and you follow, the other three look at each other and immediately start gossiping once you two are out of ear shot.

"Alright, what the hell is going on between those two?" Nichole asks.

Stan shrugs, "Hell if I know, suddenly they just became like that!" Stan snaps his fingers.

"Okayy.. well they've always been relatively close, I mean not as close as recently but, they've always had an easier connection." Clyde points out.

"Right and this is Y/n we're talking about.. she wouldn't be stupid enough to cheat on Kenny right?" Stan questions and Nichole shakes her head.

"No, that girl is dedicated to him, she wouldn't dream of doing that to Kenny."

Clyde sits for a minute, thinking, "Well what if Kyle's manipulating her? To like fall in love with him? I mean he's liked her since.. how long now?"

Stan looks over at Clyde incredulously, "Dude! That's my best friend you're dissing right now and absolutely not, Kyle isn't that kind of guy."

Clyde shrugs, "Hey bro I was just throwin ideas out there."

"Yeah, shitty ones."

Nichole chimes in, trying to break the random argument that's about to start, "Uh guys."

"I don't hear any genius ideas coming from YOU, Stanley Randall William Marsh."

"WHY ARE YOU SAYING OUR FULL NAMES LIKE THIS." Stan raises his voice in exasperation.

"Cuz it's funny." Clyde simply states.

"Uhhh... Guys?" Nichole says with more urgency.

"Yes Nichole?" Clyde turns to look at her, batting his eyelashes.

"Have.. you two seen twitter?"

You turn to ask Kyle, "You sure you left it in here?"

Kyle scratches his neck and looks around the trailer room, "Yeah, it should be here."

"No it's not." You sigh.

"What?"

"You have a thing, you scratch your neck and refuse to make eye contact when you're hiding the truth."

"A...thing?" Kyle asks confused.

"Yeah like a tell, people have these quirks about them that they do.. when they're lying or if they're happy or you know something like that."

Kyle still stares at you with slight confusion, "And... mine is scratching my neck and refusing to make eye contact?"

You nod, "Yeah.. pretty much."

"So you're calling me a liar?"

"I'm not calling you a truther."

"Don't," Kyle holds a hand up, "Quote Drake and Josh when you're accusing me of lying."

You cross your arms annoyed, "I'm not accusing you of lying I'm stating you're not telling me the truth right now... about MY phone no less."

Kyle sighs in defeat, "Okay.. You got me, but Y/n, sit down."

"Wha?" You start.

"Please."

"Wow, okay.." You slowly start to sit down and Kyle sits down at the couch across from you, "What is this about.?"

Kyle bites his lip and refuses to meet your gaze, "Y/n.. I.."

"Oh my god," You nervously chuckle, "You're scaring me, Kyle."

Kyle runs a hand through his hair and stares at the ground, you can see his jaw is clenched.

He looks back up at you and wordlessly fishes your phone out of his back pocket and slides it over to you.

"You had it? Kyle what the he.." You trail off, meeting his gaze. His eyes tell you that he's nervous.. that he's serious.. and that he's sad.

You swallow nervous again.. you can feel the mood change in the room, really you think it changed a while ago but your nonchalance about the reality of whatever is happening prevented you from fully noticing it.

You're not sure what to be thinking, thoughts run through your mind at the speed of 120 miles per hour. Complete worry stains your body and covers you in a blanket of fear.

"Y/n." Kyle starts, in a full serious tone.

"...Yeah?" You answer apprehensively.

"Kenny's cheating on you. I found out during the set."

White noise. White noise filled your ears, the room was so silent that you could literally hear the noise of dust settling around you.. at least you thought you could. What you could be hearing is the blood draining from your head or is it the blood rushing to your head?

Your heart beats faster and you're pretty sure to Kyle you look as if you just had a heart attack. Frozen in shock... frozen in.. dread? You're not sure what to feel.

Your throat is dry, your mouth is dry, "How..? Who..?" You croak out.

"The podcast earlier released it, it uh, was Red.. They've been together since right after we left for our tours."

"Oh- Oh my god I'm going to be sick." You gasp out.

Kyle instinctively wraps his arms around your body, holding you tight. You know that if you were standing, you'd have collapsed onto the ground. He rubs circles into your back and rubs his hands along your sides to comfort you.

You can also feel Kyle whisper in your ear comforting phrases, at least you'd assume it's comfort. You can't hear anything, the shock of the situation hitting you even harder now you know everything.. or at least everything you need to know.. everything you want to know.

You can't feel tears.. you're not sure why, maybe a part of you expected this... no, no how could you ever expect something like this? Your body is in a catatonic state. You feel sick yet you feel fine. Almost as if your body is fighting itself in a way that you don't know how to deal with.

You feel hollow.. empty.. like someone just ripped a half of you away with no explanation as to why. Except you HAD an explanation.. a horrible, awful, shitty, excruciatingly painful explanation.

You hear the trailer door open and a few gasps, before feeling three pairs of arms circle your body. You felt cold, you felt numb, you felt broken. But above all?

You felt alone.

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DIE FOR YOU - chapter 16 : "oh."

you arrived quickly at intaks dorm with 2 bags full of snacks. you knocked on the door an he let you in, you went to put the snacks on the coffee table in front of the couch while he popped some popcorn. once everything was set up you guys sat on the couch and turned on the tv.

"so what are we watching?" you turned to him and asked.

"oh...i was just gonna let you pick." he shrugged.

"ooohh okay lets watch spiderman then!!" you snatched the remote from him and started to type in spiderman on the streaming platform.

"NO! no way. im sick and tired of that guy," he grabbed the remote back, "lets watch a horror movie." he thought it would make you scared and that would give him an advantage to hug you or something. but he forgot that you actually liked horror movies.

"oh c'mon those are sooo boring!! if you don't like spiderman then lets watch something like mean girls." you suggested.

"but we watch that every time the whole gang gets together." he whined.

"then what do we watch intak!?!?!" you threw your arms up with an exasperated sigh.

"the breakfast club?" he stuck up an eyebrow. he knew you loved that movie.

"aww you know me so well." you cooed and pinched his cheeks and took the remote from him.

a few minutes later the movie was on and you guys were munching on some snacks, laughing and commenting on the characters. everything was going smoothly for about an hour or so until intak had decide he needed to use the bathroom.

"hey imma use the bathroom real quick let me pause it" he reached to your hand that had the remote."

"noooo i'll just rewind it when you come back okay?" you didn't really want to pause it and then have to go on your phone or something.

"oh my god y/n give it to me!" he got up on his knees to reach for it.

"nuh uh!" you stuck up your arm as high as you could.

intak went forward on his knees and reached out his arms, but due to the couch cushions being squishy, he fell down. on top of you.

both of you were shocked, looking into each others eyes for about 15 seconds until he started to inch down closer to your face. his eyes were stuck on your lips, then he kissed you. and your eyes went wide.

you were waiting to feel something, anything. maybe a little spark or for your heart to skip a beat. but he just wasn't hyunjin. and thats what you hated about this whole situation, everything around you was suddenly about him.

"i-i have to go." you pushed him off and went to the front door to put on your shoes. not even bothering to grab the snacks you had bought.

"wait y/n-" intak got up off the couch and called out. but you had already shut the door.

you were walking back to your own dorm trying to figure out what had just happened. intak liked you? or maybe it was just a heat of the moment thing. whatever it was, you didn't know how to feel about it.

you stepped inside your dorm with a distressed look to see yunjin and keeho sitting together on the couch. they obviously noticed your mood.

"hey whats wrong?" yunjin asked as you went to sit next to her.

"me and intak kissed." you admitted, eyes looking down in your lap.

"oh." both yunjin and keeho muttered out at the same time.

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[astro-inthestars]

THANK YOU CHIP I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND HOW YOU DRAW HANDS

Me when I fall asleep! Hi bestie, I just wanna know... How do you draw hands?? You have a certain style to it, that makes it look so shaped yet still fluid like... I can't describe it, but what's your process when drawing ✨hands✨ (...of tiIIIME– sorry.)

Huh! Well I guess I never really thought about it... I kinda just auto-pilot when I draw hands now that I think of it, so I don't really have a "process" But I'll try to explain the best I can regardless!

Though not what I always do(sometimes I just wing it), I start with the usual shape base for the palm! Though sometimes I forget it's the palm and just use it as a base- and it's not a strict base! Don't gotta follow it 100%, if you gotta break it to make the pose work better, do it! I always have an idea of where the fingers will be when I draw the base, so I don't really map em out at all like others would with the circle thumb trick n all. (nothing wrong with that trick of course, just never worked for me)

More under cut!!

During the sketch I usually just vaguely map out the fingers like this, like mittens! And honestly, more often than not I keep em like that in the final product, lmao.

Don't be afraid to merge together two or more fingers if it helps get the pose across better! Just make it obvious it's not one huge finger by adding bumps or a line where the fingers would usually split.

I always add a curve to the base/fingers to make the poses less stiff! No matter the pose, I try to avoid straight lines on the hands! Even the slightest curve is enough for me. Though that doesn't always fit! Sometimes you gotta have a straight line or two, especially if it suits your style more! Nothing wrong with that.

Remember that the thumb and the index finger are attached! Try to make their lines flow together when possible.

Also, when I draw clutched hands, I make the index finger poke out a bit!

I don't usually draw hands with wrists attached now that I think about it(I like drawing long sleeves,,), but when I do, I make sure there's a clear dividing line between the wrist and the palm, so they don't look merged together!

Use reference pics when needed! Pinterest is usually my best bet for quick and easy hand ref pics of all kinds! Though you can also use your own hand! Whether by taking a pic or just posing it long enough. You are your own free model or something rejiagdlzf BUT if it's something simpler, I usually just pose my free hand under my desk and feel it out/imagine the hand and go from there.

And of course, the thing everyone says...

Practice makes perfect!

Though I suppose if I'm being completely fair, I never really followed that and just drew for 7 years and hoped something happened... I still struggle with hands ALLLL the time, but these are some things that I learned over the years that made em a bit easier! I guess my number 1 tip would be to just- not stress about it! I don't pay attention much when I draw hands and just let my brain go off while I think about I dunno Hatstache or something LMAO

But uh! Yeah! I hope that helped and was at least a bit comprehensible! Hope I didn't forget anything- If you need something a bit more specific then I could whip somethin up for ya real quick! Just ask! ^ This also goes for anyone reading- if I can be of any help, I'd love to try my best!

[blueishspace]

(Something old and new, borrowed and blue p142)

Jimmy: What's up with them?

Martyn: I don't know or care... they have soulmate problem, who here doesn't?

Jimmy: I don't!

Martyn: You are dead and a ghost.

Jimmy: That's not an issue! I can float now!

Martyn: You are eternally bleeding yellow blood.

*You look down, there are three parallel slashes in your chest bleeding a bright canary-yellow liquid. It looks like a claw mark... died to an enderman, right*

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[quietwingsinthesky]

prev post thoschei academy au where their friendship begins because koschei wants to use theta for chess proxy wars, and they become inseparable. (theta also doesn’t ever win a single match. something that definitely has nothing to do with the fact that losing means koschei will yell at him that he ‘knows he’s smarter than this’ and ‘can’t believe he’d stumble into such an obvious trap’. (koschei voice) fine. we’re going over everything you did wrong for the next three hours, you will have my undivided attention until you can get this right. (theta voice) oh noooo 🥴🥴🥰🥰

[amiaaa-official]

An....?

W-what are you talking about...? It's me? Mizuki??

An? Are you ok?

huh? who are you…?

[schrodingers-romy]

Romy Reads: Wind Breaker

Spoilers for manga chapters 62 through 77 below the cut :)

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Umemiya is so excited...such a proud plant dad

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THEM!!!

(Also nirei is so cute with his tsubaki-chan-san)

[I'm going to be referring to tsubaki with they/them pronouns for now bc I do not know their gender]

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Thank you to Tsubaki for fulfilling my wish to squash Sakura into a hug thank you for your service 🙏

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No but the tsubaki backstory with that old couple...the fact that they accepted tsubaki and only wanted them to be happy :') Man I wish those were my grandparents.

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Wittle pouty blushy baby face sakura

I love this picture sm

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It's nice to see that nirei is getting trained, even if he only knows how to become a pillbug rn you gotta start somewhere

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Sakura suffering whenever ppl around him act slightly romantically towards each other is so funny

Imagine being on a date or something at a restaurant and the kid in the next booth just explodes

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The roppo ichiza seem cool! I wonder if they're going to be reoccurring allies...perhaps they'll help whenever the teased big antagonist shows up

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TSUBAKI CAN POLE DANCE???

Damn

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Huh it's interesting how nakamura (roppo ichiza leader) talks about the differences between them and furin. While roppo ichiza is a purely reactionary peacekeepijg gang, bofurin under umemiya is actually 'fixing the leak' so to speak, by giving delinquent kids a support system with morals and people you can trust, so they don't become trouble makers.

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Ooh new fight and new antagonists...although I've got to say gravel is kind of a shit gang name. Oh nooo not the tiny rocks

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Shizuka noooo don't sacrifice yourself!! It seems like she came from the same bad area as Gravel, and they're trying to get her to sell her back to some rich creep...

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Ooh gonna see tsubaki kick some ass I'm excited hehehe

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Oh man taking that kick from someone wearing high heels had to have hurt so bad

Got to take a break now but I can't wait for more of this