#like honestly even if he ends up being wrong about something and miles gets his way which. because hes the main character he probably will.

[fictionmeister]

astv spoilers

am i like the ONLY person on earth who thinks Miguel is completely justified and is the only one with common sense? like Miles literally killed thousands of people by interrupting that canon event (that black hole swallowed tons of buildings in mumbattan) just to save 1 person.

and Gwen knew that would happen and just sort of? let him do it? and she was such a coward for not explaining it to him IMMEDIATELY,,, like of course, he would do something stupid like that if he doesn't understand the whole situation!!

and everyone is just like aww i don't wanna hurt miles' feelings. but like. they had no problem putting the pressure on him in the first movie (including gwen and peter B) when they felt he wasnt ready to be spiderman. they got on his ass then, but now that the stakes are higher they wont?? like you're gonna have to hurt his feelings if it means literally saving entire universes. multiverses even.

miguel personally experienced the loss of his family TWICE. all the fken spiderpeople know exactly what it feels like to watch the people you love die and not being able to do anything abou it. and miguel not only had it happen once, he CAUSED it to happen a second time and destroyed not only his family but the entire universe they lived in. he has seen firsthand what kind of damage that SELFISHNESS can cause--- he fucked up the canon and now millions of people are dead and gone forever. just because he wanted to have his cake and eat it too. "being spiderman is a sacrifice-- thats the job--" he understands that fate is inevitable. its simply the nature of being spiderman. and miles hasnt lost as much as they have so of course he doesnt want to lose it. i understand his motives too. but its extremely selfish to try and save one person if it WILL cause horrible consequences (not might!! WILL!!) of COURSE miguel is gonna go apeshit when some kid who thinks hes special and different from all the other spiderpeople comes along trying to prove a point that will cause so much damage. i think he finds it INCREDIBLY insulting because he suffered so fucking much in order to learn a horrible lesson-- and he wants to teach others that lesson so they dont make the exact same mistake and cause more damage-- but miles is just like "no i dont wanna" like. why would you want to learn things the hard way when someone else already learned the hard way FOR you. literally so disrespectful 😭 i think if i were in miguel's position i would fight just as hard and be just as pissed. end rant.

[emmyrosee]

Can we talk about how rintaro probably swallows your engagement ring by accident?

Honestly? Okay listen… Do you think he swallows it? I think he swallows it.

Because like okay. Rintaro puts a ton of planning behind everything he does, he wants to make your engagement this massive scene out of a movie because you’re out of a movie; you swooped into his life and showed him the path he wants to be on, the one that always leads back to you.

But like. Why would everything not crumble around him each and every time he tries to work up the courage to finally pop that four word phrase?

It was supposed to be simple. It was supposed to be easy.

An engagement ring, propped on some frosting on the center of the cake, ready for you to scoop up and slip on and give him an excited yes and the world would clap and he’d get a Nobel prize or something for such an extravagant proposal.

Except. That doesn’t happen.

The first bite Rintaro takes, he shovels in his mouth nervously, and there’s a massive shock to his teeth when they clank down hard on the ring on his cake.

How he didn’t notice? How the waiter messed them up? He blames it on the waiter.

Him swallowing the ring..? Yeah no. That’s got him written all over it.

His nerves just got the best of him and sends the large diamond down his throat, eyes bulging out as he realizes. He chokes briefly, grabbing his wine and gulping it down to wash the jewelry down.

Uh oh.

“Baby?” You ask. “Something wrong?”

“…nope.”

The rest of dinner is silent, you trying desperately to make conversation and his mind going insane trying to process what to do next.

Your engagement ring, the object that completely envelops your love in a physical sense is floating in the acids of his stomach, and who knows what the next step in the plan is.

He dreads it.

The car ride is complete silence, you occasionally clearing your throat or sighing to try and strike a conversation, but Rin’s mind is on a complete other planet, trying to make a map of his next move and how to get the ring 1.) out of his body and 2.) to you.

Is he really going to give you a ring he ate? He can’t. That’s vile. But he can’t spend the money on another one, even if it is more than worth it to spend it on you, and-

“Rin,” you whisper, touching his thigh. “You just blew a red light.”

“Damn- I’m sorry,” he apologizes.

“Don’t be sorry… is everything alright?”

“Just fine.”

“Are you mad at me?”

His foot slams hard, hard on the breaks, causing commotion behind him as the wailing of car horns fills the air. “God, baby, no, of course not!”

“Then why have you been so quiet?” You ask sadly.

“I can’t tell you.” Out of embarrassment and stupidity, he thinks to himself.

You leave it at that. You go quiet again, and when he makes a move to rest his hand on your thigh, you turn away, and his whole heart sinks.

The rest of the ride home drags on. There’s no more attempts of noise, no more sighs or clearing of throats, only the roar of the engine for a few more miles until you get home. He barely gets the chance to park the car before you’re out and storming up the driveway, clearly upset with the situation. He sighs and follows you in, and you’ve hiked up the stairs to the bathroom. He winces at the slam of the door, and he’s quick to call osamu for advice.

Advice that the twin gives him around countless gawfs of unhelpful, judgmental laughter.

He tells Rintaro to calm down and stop being weird towards you- take a spoonful of laxatives mixed in with water and let the body “process” for as long as it needs to. Get you a new ring, trash the old one and mourn the loss of money after you two get engaged.

He sighs and ends the call, making his way to the upstairs bathroom where he keeps the medicine. You brush past him in a towel, refusing to acknowledge him or his presence with so much as a “hmph.”

The shower he takes alone is cold, his mind is loud and his heart is pounding and his stomach queases for more than a few reasons. How could he have messed this up so badly? It was supposed to be cute! Just flashy enough for him to flaunt you, but simple enough to not be messed up.

Yet he messed it up.

Rintaro dries himself and makes his way into the bedroom, where you’re already burrowed under the covers on your side of the bed. He throws on some form of pajama before making his way downstairs to make his laxative drink.

One tablespoon of laxative mixed with water, allow body to process for one day before repeating, let all powder dissolve before drinking- he follows every single one of the thorough instructions completely, and he starts to drink the concoction with a scowl of disgust.

The hell is this made out of?

“What’re you still doing up?” You ask, and he swallows the last of the laxative with a wince.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he confesses. Then, he sighs and turns to face you, and your face tells him everything he needs to know.

You’re still upset.

“Listen,” he begins, carding a massive hand through his hair. “About tonight. It was absolutely nothing you did. It was my fault, and my annoyance and attitude had nothing to do with you.”

“Okay,” you sigh, but there’s an unconvinced lilt in your voice.

“I wanted this to be a perfect night, I wanted it to go so well-“

“Rinnie?”

“And I’m sorry, about my silence in the restaurant,” he sniffles, big hands pressing against his face and rubbing roughly. “The chef was supposed to put it on our cakes and his little rat waiter messed it up, and-“

“Put what on our cakes?”

“YOUR ENGAGEMENT RING!” He groans in complete agony. “Your ring! Fuck! I tried so hard to make the perfect proposal, and I just wanted it to be beautiful-“

“My… my ring?”

“Uh…. Yeah?”

“My engagement ring?”

Your bottom lip wobbles, and he feels like he’s going to upchuck every bit of food he’s ever eaten.

Though that may not be the worst thing at this point.

“You wanna marry me?” You wail, collapsing to your knees in excitement. He perks up slightly, slipping of his seat to join you on the floor.

“Of course I want to marry you,” he confesses. “God, I’ve… I’ve wanted to marry you for the past three years, I got the ring perfect four months ago.” He blinks out a line of tears to mimic yours, and you cup his cheeks in your trembling palms. “But every time I tried to propose, something went wrong, and I… I didn’t know how to do it anymore. I’m sorry baby…”

“Rintaro,” you say softly, chuckling around the your quivering voice. “I never needed a big proposal. Ever. All I ever want is for you to promise me we’ll be together. And that’s more than enough.”

His face softens before he lets a hand smack his face in obliviousness, disappointed in himself that he got so lost in trying to impress you that he almost didn’t.

“Put it on me!” You squeal, holding out your hand. He turns a scarlet red and looks away.

“I uh… I can’t.”

You deflate slightly, and he gives you an embarrassed smile. “Why not?” You whimper, emotionally fried from the rollercoaster he just put you on.

“I don’t have it.”

“What!”

“I mean, technically i do,” he says, gnawing his lip. “But I… uhm… I can’t give it to you yet. I uh… I need a few days. And… a few cleaners to look at it.” He gives you a shy chuckle and his toothy grin is mixed with frightened eyes, and your own widen. “The uhm… the ring was on the cake…”

Your hands clasp over your mouth, tears immediately drying and replacing with small, choked and stifled laughter.

“You didn’t,” you manage. He nods, uncomfortable. “Did… did you eat my ring, Rintaro?”

“It wasn’t my fault! Damn waiter gave us the wrong cakes!”

“AND YOU SWALLOWED IT?”

“I WAS NERVOUS, OKAY?”

“RINTARO!”

You two clutch each other on the cold kitchen floor as you laugh, heads knocking against each other as you steal kisses from between cackles.

“I’ve got an idea,” he says once you’ve both seemed to calm down, and he quickly pops on his feet to grab the bread on the counter. With the twist tie, he takes it off the bread and makes his way back to you. “Give me your hands.”

The tie only fits around the top part of your ring finger, and you sniffle softly at how silly and sweet this whole thing is.

“We’re gonna get married,” he says between an emotional wheeze. “And we’re going to grow old together, have our nine dogs and four cats.”

“No kids?”

“Ew gross.”

“Yeah, sure, as if you don’t bend to my every whim bro.” You shift slightly to rest your back against his chest, curling against his still sitting frame. “And our kids are going to love the Miyas-“

“Because you love the Miya’s. I have nothing to do with that.”

“As if Osamu’s not going to be your best man,” you scoff. He smirks and buries his face in your hair, listening to your words weave through his brain and calming him down from the disaster of a night.

Then, he hums, “you want to take my last name?” He asks, and you give him a small swat on the leg. “What! Im just asking!”

“Of course I’m going to take your last name,” you say, turning your head up to face him. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Yeah?” He asks breathlessly, tearing up again when you nod.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

[yeagerfate]

big spoon or little spoon?

characters: miles morales (earth-1610), miguel o’hara, hobie brown, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar

warnings: none lol

notes: i didn’t proofread this because i’m exhausted from a bunch of irl stuff, so i’ll come check this out later and see if i need to fix anything. don’t really like how this went at all but i need something to post so oh well <3 might delete this later kinda depends. also i got my first writing request which i am very excited about hehe

Honestly, it all really depends on Miles’ mood. If he’s had a good day, then he’ll definitely be spooning you. However, if something went wrong, he will be seeking your comfort and attention. One of your most memorable moments with Miles’ was spooning him for the first time. He’d completely flunked an exam because he was out on a really dangerous mission the night before. In shambles, Miles had told you that he hadn’t slept at all and fell asleep during the test. He was really nervous to tell his parents about it because he didn’t know what his excuse would be. The last thing he wanted was for them to think he was out at some party, or just being irresponsible. He slept like a baby after you consoled him, his head resting on your chest as you ran your hand up and down his back with the other holding his head. Although it was a bittersweet moment, you enjoyed it, and the way Miles had drooled in his sleep had you trying not to wake him up from your sweet giggling.

Miguel’s in denial, but he’s a little spoon. The feeling of your hands running through his wavy hair at the end of a stressful day at work is something he’s grown addicted to. He’s a bit ashamed of it, as he thinks he should be the one holding you, but you quickly snap him out of it. Miguel finds solace in your arms, and for a couple hours it’s nice to forget about all of the emotional turmoil from work. Though, if you ever ask for it, Miguel will absolutely hold you. Sometimes, it’s nice to feel your head resting on his muscular chest and your warmth on him. In the mornings, it’s especially hard for Miguel to get up. Your arms are just so comfy and snug, and he feels like he’s at home when he’s with you. Lyla makes fun of him for it, calling him a “simp” (he doesn’t know what it means), but he doesn’t care. The way your face lights up when you feel his toned arms wrapped tightly around your face is something he’d never want to give up.

Hobie is a big spoon. He’s not big into snuggling, as he likes his personal space, but once you get into it, you get into it. (He is very affectionate with the people he cares about, though!) He’s found that the most comfortable position would be with your back against his chest and his arm wrapped around your stomach, his face hidden in your neck sweetly. It can get a little irritating, since Hobie is a big snorer. He also has a warmer body temperature, so in the summer, you’ll have to resolve to holding each other’s hands. It’s both endearing and frustrating, but it’s for Hobie, and that makes it worth it. During cuddling, the bonnet he wears tickles your neck. It’s hard to hold in the automatic laugh you have from it because he’s trying to sleep. Cuddling with Hobie is messy, fun, and enjoyable. It’s just so… Hobie.

Gwen, despite her average height, is a big spoon. She likes the feeling of being able to just hold and protect you. Gwen has lost so much, and so she feels she has to make sure you’re safe at all times. One of the way she does this is by holding you close to her her neck, your head resting on her shoulder as she runs her hands down your back. It doesn’t matter how tall you are. Even if you’re a foot taller than her, you’ll still be held by her. However, Gwen occasionally has nightmares, and so when she wakes up she’d like to be embraced by you. When she has her head pressed against you chest, and she can hear the sound of your heartbeat, it really makes her feel better. It reassures her panicking brain that you’re alive, you’re here, and you’re fine. It’s a soothing feeling, one that’s hard to describe. All she knows is that she really treasures it.

Pavitr is very enthusiastic about all types of physical affection, and that includes cuddling. He is a big spoon, though he doesn’t mind trading places at all. While you’re cuddling, he loves to tell you about how his day went. If you know that he’s spider-man, he’ll tell you all about the adventures he went on with his friends. Sometimes, he’ll even rant about Miguel, which is very amusing. However, if you don’t know that he’s spider-man, Pavitr will take a much different approach. Instead, he’ll ask you to tell him about your day. He asks you if you saw anything you liked at the stores nearby, or if you tried any new food. He likes to take note of these revelations because they make for great gifts. Pavitr is a very talkative cuddler, but on tiring days, he’ll be out like a light after 5 minutes. It all depends on how his day went.

[luvjunie]

— headcanons. what life is like for miles!42

a/n: i honestly didn’t mean for these to get so angsty oopsies!! i kept adding on so they’re also very lengthy wc: 1,751

contains: mentions of grief

Everyone thinks he’s rude and impossible to approach—but that’s a common misconception. In reality, he’s actually quite shy and simply prefers to keep to himself. His quiet nature often causes him to come off ill-mannered, which is completely unintentional on his end and partially the fault of those who assume what he’s like instead of actually getting to know him.

He used to be open to making friends and spending time with peers, but after everyone found out his dad died— which was impossible to prevent considering the man who used to drive him to school now had a giant mural made in his honor— he began receiving a ridiculous amount of pitied stares in the halls, began hearing hushed whispers about how hard things must be for him at home now. And even though they were, he hated that he was being treated differently by those he once kept close to him, like a charity case. As if he were fragile and would break— like he often did when he was alone.

His old friends were supposed to be his distraction, something to take his mind off how he now had to grow up faster than he’d liked. Something to remind him that his trauma hadn’t aged him as much as he feared; that he truly was still a kid at heart. But instead, they served as a constant reminder of the worst thing he’d ever had to live through— skated around him like he’d blow up the second they said the wrong thing; responded with heartfelt condolences instead of laughing with him whenever he’d tell a funny story about his dad. So eventually, he drifted away from them and began keeping to himself all together.

Don’t put him in a box because of his prowler side hustle, this boy is smart as hell!! Especially with one parent now being gone and his mom struggling to pay the bills? He takes his academics very seriously, he has no choice. He has to get it out the mud somehow and he doesn’t have the privilege of skipping classes as much as 1610-miles does. He’s working two years above his grade level in AP Calculus and AP physics, and has been accused of cheating on his tests a couple times due to how fast he completes them, as well as the fact that he has never once asked a question from the seat he chose in the back of the room.

It’s not something anyone would expect, but he enjoys baking a lot and he’s damn good at it too. When he was younger, he’d spent one summer with his Mamá Lena (Rio’s mother), who had him in the kitchen helping her cook and bake almost everyday and it just stuck. It’s a secret talent of his that never really comes up in conversation, and that you wouldn’t know about unless you’ve seen him doing it. His banana bread muffins using a recipe he took months to perfect taste like the gods themselves made them, and he’ll slip one into his mom’s work lunch whenever he makes them because he knows they’re her favorite.

He’s a lover boy at heart, if you were to look into his playlist, the songs you’d find in there probably wouldn’t be what you’d expect. Listens to bobby bland, which was heavily influenced by his uncle, old school rap, and he really likes love songs from the 90s because they make him feel calm, and allow him to imagine what his life would be like if he could have something like what they’re singing about. He’s terrified he’ll never be able to experience that due to his inability to open up to others. And often, he doesn’t even try to express the emotions that are tough to swallow, a firm believer in the saying that ‘once you’re down, it’s hard to get back up.’

Keeps his room pretty clean. It’s probably the one and only thing he has control over in his life, a constant for him. His room is his safe-haven so he treats it as such. It’s basically the same as 1610’s, just with a more matured look, a lot less color and less expression. He unfortunately lost that spark for a lot of his interests, so you won’t see more than a small punching bag, some boxing gloves hanging from the doorknob and few stragglers in the form of posters he didn’t feel like taking down.

He doesn’t like to argue, at all. He hates fighting with anyone he loves and he’s very quick to forgive them or squash the disagreement all together now that his dad is no longer here. When Jeff died, they were still on rocky terms from their previous dispute and even while years have passed, Miles still has yet to forgive himself for that. So now, he usually lets bygones be bygones, and never lets a conversation end on a bad note.

Continued growing his hair out once he realized it was a way for him to bond and spend more time with his mom. Within the little availability they do have, between her working doubles at the hospital, him being pulled in every direction now that he’s the ‘man of the house’—uncle Aaron’s words— and having to do things he’s not proud of to assist her while still going to school during the day, they make the time. Miles only gets it braided by her, and he enjoys the talks they have when he’s sat on the floor between her legs with his back to her. And when she’s done, regardless of how ridiculously embarrassing it is, and how he’s now over a head taller than her, he always lets her pinch his cheeks and call him her ‘handsome little man’. He hasn’t looked at a pair of hair shears since.

On that note, he is very, very defensive when it comes to his mother. Miles is not the kind to go around beating people up just for kicks; mostly because he’s not that kind of person, but also because even if he wanted to— he can’t.

In preparation for stepping into the prowler role Uncle Aaron put Miles into boxing/m.m.a classes when he turned fourteen, and he took to the skill very quickly. So well, in fact, that his hands can now technically be considered deadly weapons in the eye of the law due to his extensive training— which means he could get slapped with a ridiculous assault charge that would have him doing some time in a juvenile correction facility over a simple fist fight. (if he’s not masked as the prowler obviously).

But, some kid in his history class thought it’d be funny to make a slick comment about how Mrs. Morales was ‘single’ and ‘up for grabs’ now that his dad had passed, and the situation ended with Miles suspended for a week after he’d basically thrown his desk over to get to the kid, his knuckles bruised, and a tirade of complaints from the boy’s mother about his now-rearranged nose. However, after hearing the disgusting comment he had made about Miles’ mom, she was kind enough to not press charges and forced her son to apologize to the both of them.

That woman is his saving grace, literally. She stepped up in ways he didn’t even know were possible after his dad died, barely taking time for herself to grieve because she wanted to make sure her little boy didn’t fall apart. He doesn’t let anyone disrespect her and that’s always made known by him. He’s a mama’s boy.

They kind of have a titfortat thing going on, him and his mom. Like how she always stops in to ask him how his day was, if school is going well or if he needs anything, even if the time isn’t ideal and she’s talking to a sleepy Miles at 1am in the morning who can barely keep his eyes open. Or how his uniform is always freshly ironed and laid out for him in the morning, regardless of how exhausted she is and how badly she wants to crawl into bed after her shift. Or how when he’s sick, she’ll drive all the way across town to one of the only fresh markets that sells yuca root and white yautia so she can make him sancocho (a traditional puerto rican dish). It’s the one thing she knows always makes him feel better.

And Miles does nice things for her, too. Like draping a blanket over her sleeping form when she dozes off on the couch in front of the TV. Or making sure her phone is plugged in, so her alarm goes off in the morning, because sometimes she knocks out before she can bring herself to do it. He even goes as far as to secretly slip some extra cash he’s made from a recent job into the ‘RENT’ jar she keeps on her dresser— dropping a hundred in every now and then when she’s not there to see him do it. She’s never once asked him for help, but the one time he took it upon himself to offer it, he was shot down in seconds, and was made to promise her that he wouldn’t worry about it ever again. Her exact words being “You’re too young to worry about something like this mijo, okay? You take all the money you make from your after school job, every single penny, and you save it. Mama’s got this.”

But sometimes, she doesn’t. And Miles knows that she wants to be strong for him. For them. But it takes two, he knows that as well, so he helps out anyway.

And with prayers that they’re not short— Rio counts everything in the rent jar towards the end of the month, and a string of celebratory whoops and hollers will always sound from her room when she realizes they surprisingly have some extra cash that’ll allow her to take some days off and relax for once, and maybe even do something fun together. He’ll listen from his room with a knowing smile, more than happy to let his contributions remain undisclosed to affirm her efforts of providing for them the best she can. With her energy so depleted from how demanding her job is, she’s never suspected it was him discreetly assisting, and chalked it up to her forgetting how much she’d mindlessly dropped in there after each paycheck.

[archangeldyke-all]

Something with like cellmate prisoner!sevika?! 😭😭😭 idk I just think like her being all dangerous and powerful, having a shit ton of friends but like selectively, no one messing with her maybe even hating how just mean she is. And then comes in reader and yk. I’d love if the story was smutty but u can chose ofc 🫦

i love this so much

men and minors dni

living in zaun is shit. but the one thing that's always kept you and a majority of your fellow citizens in line, was the ever-looming presence of stillwater prison just a few miles away. you've watched countless people enter those prison walls. you know very few who ever came back out.

and now, through a series of unfortunate events that lead to you assaulting an undercover enforcer, you're going to find out first hand just how horrible stillwater really is.

you don't think you've ever been so nervous in your life as the enforcer guides you-- restrained and already hating the itchy fabric of your new life-long uniform--down a long, long hall of cells.

he's chewing a wad of bubblegum, casually, like you aren't about to piss yourself with nerves. "listen kid." he says, looking you up and down. "i read your file. seems like you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." he says, shrugging. "no prior arrests, clean record-- honestly i'm surprised they sent you here, but i guess you did break marcus' nose." the enforcer chuckles here.

"you know that asshole?" you ask. the man guiding you snorts.

"'s my boss." he mumbles. beside you, a prisoner lunges at the bars of their cell, screaming at you. you jump, and the guard laughs. "as i was sayin'-- you seem like a real peach. like you'd be a good influence on some of our... rougher prisoners." he mumbles.

dread starts to curl in your stomach. you have a pretty good idea of where this conversation is headed, and you don't like the outcome. you just hope you aren't cellmates with someone real bad: like genie the counter-fitter who got caught two years ago; esmee the weapons expert who successfully set an entire square block of piltover's wealthiest neighborhood ablaze; or, god forbid, sevika.

she'd been caught just weeks ago, smuggling an entire airship's worth of shimmer into piltover's loading docks. it was big fucking news.

sevika's a big fucking deal.

and you want absolutely nothing to do with her.

which is why, of course, the guard pulls you to a stop right outside of the only cell with a light on, the low, dim glow of a reading lamp and the quick flickering light of a lighter. you feel like you're gonna barf.

sitting in the shadows of the cell, puffing on a hand-rolled cigarette, sits sevika, silco's second in command.

if he's the eye of zaun, she's the arm. he might be watching-- but she's doing. she's nothing but bad news; everything you've tried your best to avoid while living in the undercity.

well, look how well that turned out for you.

"sevika, meet your new cellmate." the enforcer calls out. a pair of silver eyes snap up from her book and lock on yours. you shiver.

"fucks' wrong with her?" she mumbles. you gulp.

"nervous, i'd assume. 's her first-offense." the guard says. he shoves you into the cell and you jump as the bars slam shut behind you. "you ladies have fun." he says, before turning and walking away, the smacks of his gum echoing behind him.

sevika inspects you from her chair.

"how'd you fuck up so bad you ended up in a cell with me from your first offense?" she asks, seemingly intrigued.

"punched an undercover enforcer." you whisper. sevika's eyebrow hitches up, a little amused.

"yeah?"

"think his name was marcus, or something." you mumble. she sputters.

"ha! really!?" she asks, a little smile growing on her face. you nod. she takes a drag off her cigarette, then points at the bunk beds. "i get bottom. don't go thinkin' 'cause we're cellmates it means you get to touch my shit. i got people outside pullin' big favors for met to get shit like this." she gestures to her cigarettes and lamp. you nod. "don't look so nervous. i won't bite unless you piss me off."

you try to stop shivering. you don't succeed. "s-sorry."

she studies you for a moment, her smile growing as she does. though she's no longer armed with shimmer, her arm's still in perfect working condition, five little daggers gently tapping on the table top as her eyes dart across you. "you from the lanes?" she asks. you nod. she snorts. "you know who i am?" she asks. you nod again. she chuckles, then stands. she approaches you, circling around you like you're prey, then chuckling and leaning back against the table, crossing her arms over her chest. "you scared'a me?" she asks.

"shouldn't i be?" you choke out.

it seems to be the right answer. sevika laughs, then sits back down at her table, picking her book back up, chuckling intermittently for minutes after.

she's not a bad roommate. she's surprisingly tidy, always quiet, her nose usually buried in a book. she smokes like a fucking chimney, and you've come to find she gets her tobacco-- and sometimes a bit of weed-- from one of the guards every tuesday night.

she's got special privileges among most of the guards. they're always sneaking her books and flasks, letting her get away without cell-searches, letting her read past lights out and have lighters and screwdrivers and other dangerous, weapon-like tools.

you, on the other hand, do not have these privileges. and, keeping in line with sevika's one and only rule, you don't touch her shit. all of this means that while sevika smokes and works on her arm and reads and works out, you spend your time just... sitting on the top bunk. watching her.

sometimes, during open cell time, she gets visitors. you're surprised that none of these visits end in shady dealings-- sevika doesn't seem to need to trade her stash of goods for anything. most of her visits are quick, and most end the same way: a small scrap of paper being shoved in sevika's hand.

she burns the scraps after she reads whatever's on them.

she's... pleasant, sometimes. it's rare, but it happens. one day, you'd forgotten to make your bed before you went to breakfast. you returned to find it neatly made, and when you thanked her for helping you avoid trouble with the guards, she had just waved it off. "don' get used to it. i won't always be here to fix your mistakes."

once, a fight broke out while you were in the showers. you were sent back to your cell soaking wet-- your hair still lathered in shampoo. she had chuckled, called you a "wet rat", and helped you rinse your hair out in the tiny sink in your cell.

and... she's kinda pretty. it occurred to you one evening while the two of you were partaking in your nightly routine: sevika reading in her chair while you study her, pretending to sleep. she'd glanced up at you and whispered. "why're you always lookin' at me?"

you shrugged, then nearly choked on your tongue when 'you're pretty' almost slipped out of your mouth. "uh... i got nothing else to look at." you'd ended up saying. she seemed to accept this.

"you don't have any prison girlfriends?" you ask. sevika's in a particularly jovial mood today: the note she'd been delivered earlier in the afternoon must've had great news. she's decided to share her joint with you. the question slipped out the second you took your first puff-- your tolerance astronomically low from being without for so long.

sevika laughs. "nah."

"but..." you cut yourself off before you get yourself in trouble, biting your lip. sevika chuckles, then nudges your leg.

"y' can say it." she says. you smile at her, then speak.

"it's just... i had a few friends who work at babette's." you say. "i figured you'd have as much of a reputation here as you do there."

she takes a second, tilting her neck side to side as it cracks, then sighing. "i got shit to do in here." she says simply. you raise an eyebrow at her, biting your lip again, and she chuckles. "say it." she demands again.

"you just read all day." you laugh. sevika nods.

"i'm... working." she says. you just nod along, pretending you understand what she's alluding to.

it happens in the strangest way but you and sevika start to become... friends.

she sits alone at lunch, and you sit alone too, on the oppisite side of the cafeteria. but you're so used to looking at sevika, that you find yourself watching her even when there are much more entertaining things to look at, like the handful of fights that break out every meal.

you notice she loves the jello cups you guys get once a week. so you pocket yours and toss it at her later that night. the way she smiles lights up the room even brighter than her tiny lamp. you make it a habit.

she starts loaning you her books, finds you a crate to sit on by her table while you guys read together at night.

and when sevika gets jumped in the middle of the night-- you don't even question it before you jump out of your bunk, grab sevika's screwdriver where she left it on the table, and start swinging in the dark, blindly.

"what the fuck?" someone squawks when you manage to stab something in the dark.

"what?" sevika whispers in the dark.

"sevika, your bunkmate fucking stabbed me!" her attacker's voice rings out.

a light flicks on. you cringe at the sudden brightness, then blink in confusion as sevika and a guard with a screwdriver sticking out of their shoulder stare at you.

sevika's grinning. the guard is scowling. you hold your hands up in shaky fists, preparing for a fight. sevika chuckles.

"relax, sweetheart." she says, swinging her arm around you and tugging you into her side. "ran's a friend." she whispers into your ear. you blink at the bleeding guard, then back at sevika.

"so, what, we're taking your girlfriend with us now?" the guard-- ran-- asks. sevika looks at her friend, then looks at you, a calculating look in her eye. she smirks, shrugs, then looks back at the guard.

"she threw herself between me and a uniform-- can't just throw that kinda loyalty out, now can i?" she asks, smiling.

you don't know what's happening. you're about to ask-- when suddenly you black out.

the first thing that comes back to you is your sense of hearing.

voices.

"sevika, fuck, you can't just throw a wrench in the plan like this--"

"i can do whatever the fuck i want--"

"on the night of the breakout?! no heads up!?"

"do i need to remind you which one of us is second in command, here?!"

"...fuck. c'mon, help me load her in the van."

the next thing is your sense of touch. you're laying on the rumbling cold steel of a van floor-- currently in motion.

you're shivering, but then something warm and wool and smelling like cigars is draped over you.

you're head keeps bumping uncomfortably with every crack in the road. someone gently picks your head up and puts it in their warm nap, a hand coming down to scratch your scalp.

your voice comes next. "mmmh?"

"it's okay." sevika's voice comes. you groan, cracking your eyes open, only for her face to be grinning down at you. "fuckin' maniac." she giggles.

"wha?" you groan. you're seeing double, your head is pounding.

"ran knocked you out. 's what you get for stabbin' 'em." sevika chuckles. "but, you're lucky, 'cause they don't hold a grudge. they helped me lug your ass outta stillwater."

"wha?!" you ask again, snapping up. sevika laughs as you look out the front window of the van-- the depths of piltover surrounding you as you head, presumebly, to the last drop.

you recognize the man driving-- a tall, muscular, tattooed man who'd recently been added to your cell block's guard rotation. in the passengers' seat sits the guard you'd stabbed-- bandaged and watching you with amusement.

"wha's happenin'?" you mumble, looking back at your cellmate as you clutch a hand to your throbbing head. you've been shrouded in a red cloak-- sevika's already out of her prison uniform and back in her 'second in command' look. she smirks at you.

"y' really think i was jus' sittin' around, servin' my time?" she asks. you shrug.

"figured somethin' was goin' on. y' kept gettin' those notes. didn't wanna ask." you groan. sevika chuckles.

"well, you shoulda. or i shoulda warned you, so you didn't try killing my crew." she chuckles. you blink over to the person in the passengers' seat, cringing.

"s-sorry." you mumble. they wave it off.

"'s cool. knocked you right the fuck out, didn't i?" they chuckle. "we're even."

you turn back to sevika. "you broke me out of prison?" you ask. she shrugs.

"'re you mad about it?" she asks. you gawk at her.

"uh... just... a little surprised?"

sevika cackles. you smile at the sound, despite your headache. "i wasn't plannin' on it! then you started givin' me your jello, 'n readin' all my books, 'n..."

"she's got a crush on you." ran fills in from the front.

"i didn't say that!" she shouts.

"she's not denying it though--" the man driving teases.

you choke on your spit. sevika huffs, rolls her eyes, and speaks. "i... i kinda got a crush on you, yeah." she mumbles. "and i swear i'm not sayin' this jus' 'cause i think you're cute but: you should really stay with us at the last drop until things calm back down, since, y'know... you're kinda wanted now..." she says, rubbing the back of her neck.

you blink... shocked.

you don't really know what to think. you tried your whole life to stay out of trouble, and it managed to find you anyways in the form of a drunken under-cover enforcer deciding to smack your ass when you'd had too many drinks to hold your punches. you tried to stay out of trouble in stillwater until you were saddled with sevika. you tried to stay out of trouble with her until she dragged you-- literally, you were unconscious!-- out of prison along with her. it seems like trouble's meant for you.

but if there's one thing you're certain of, it's sevika.

you smile at her, then reach up to cup her cheek. she looks more nervous than you've seen her in all your months in stillwater together.

"you gotta crush on me?" you ask. she gulps.

"i'd say it's a little more than a crush seeing she broke you outta stillwater as your first date--"

"ran!" sevika hollers. you chuckle.

"is this our first date?" you ask, raising your eyebrow at her. she shrugs.

"it's... jus' don't expect the next dates to be this exciting." she chuckles, rolling her eyes. you grin, then dart forward and press a kiss to her lips. when you pull away, she's wearing that same nervous look again.

"you okay?" you whisper. she licks her lips, nuzzles a bit against your hand on her face, and nods.

"'m just kickin' myself for not puttin' the moves on you sooner. coulda been fuckin' you to pass the time in prison instead of readin' all those boring books." she mumbles. you burst into laughter, and she grins.

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jealousy ☆ | ! kqizen

jealous jjk men <3

(ft. gojo, geto, megumi, & yuji)

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gojo satoru:

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you must’ve messed up bad if satoru is jealous, because it takes a lot to crack him. when he does, all hell breaks loose. yes, he 100% gives you the silent treatment. satoru is aware of how much you hate it, so he thinks it’s the perfect opportunity to teach you a lesson

he’s unbelievably annoying when he’s jealous, but that’s one of his many tactics to make sure you never mess up again. this man will stare at you with those cerulean, puppy-eyes for hours on end until he gets your undivided attention

when you inevitably crack and shower him with affection, he’ll subtly seek your validation. satoru will shamelessly makes jabs at whoever he’s jealous of, and it annoys you to no end. of course, if you defend the other guy, he’ll definitely hold that against you. there’s no way of winning with satoru, and so the easiest way to put an end to his jealous wrath is some alone time with him. satoru loves you more than he’s willing to admit, so you taking initiative to spend time with him means a lot

extra details:

-> he’ll never admit to being jealous, even if it sabotages the hope of a quicker, easier makeup between you two. he would rather play it off as him keeping you in check/safe from other guys

-> calls up his friends for advice (usually shoko or utahime, who he thinks will understand you better)

-> has definitely tried once or twice to make you jealous in return. he gets frustrated when his attempts fail, which they usually do

-> ends up cuddling you for hours after you two makeup. he looks like a puppy curled up in your arms, yet he’ll somehow spin it like you’re the pathetic one begging for attention. you have to admit though, he looks adorable

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geto suguru:

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you really don’t have to worry about losing him over these misunderstandings, since suguru is literally infatuated with you. in essence, he would never withdraw from you even if he’s jealous. he would deny being jealous, just like satoru. however, he does it for your sake. he does it to calm your nerves, making sure you don’t end up overthinking

it honestly depends on the severity of the situation, but he might go the extra mile to keep tabs on you. suguru doesn’t see anything wrong with it, despite how possessive it makes him look. if you don’t pick up his calls, he’ll ring up every last soul in your family tree

at the end of the day, suguru is still human, and so he overthinks despite himself. he might appear unbothered, but there’s a war going on inside him when he’s jealous. if the feeling is unbearable, suguru has no problem talking to you. a quick conversation is enough to ease his mind

extra details:

-> will randomly pull you in for a kiss when you talk about his feelings. kissing you is a stress reliever for him

-> has a habit of laughing off his feelings, downplaying them. he thinks he’s being childish/irrational when he’s jealous

-> wraps his arm around your waist nonchalantly, whenever you two run into the guy he’s jealous of

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megumi fushiguro:

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this man is such a cutie when he’s jealous, and you can’t help but laugh at him. megumi hates it when you do, of course, denying it every time you bring it up. it’s a hill he’s willing to die on, trying to prove that he isn’t actually jealous. his usual excuse is that he’s too busy to care, but you know deep down that he’s never too busy for you

megumi acts relatively normal when he’s jealous, though he does smile/laugh less when there’s something on his mind. he’ll never blame you for his feelings/make you feel bad about them, which is why he’s usually bottling up his emotions. megumi still makes it a point to treat you like a princess, even when he’s feeling down

he’s way too shy to initiate a conversation about something of this nature, so you’re usually the one stuck with that job. two sentences in, and he’s already blushing like crazy. he ends up ranting about how he isn’t mad at you or actually jealous, but rather just wants to talk. you have to suppress your giggles, telling him that his feelings are valid. the two of you end up cuddling, and he makes you play with his hair. honestly? a quick, romantic/intimate session with megumi would calm him down (he rarely admits to how much he needs it)

extra details:

-> stares at you extra when he’s jealous, only to snap his head away when you move. he ends up blushing like crazy, and ends up feeling a little needy

-> confides in yuji when the jealousy starts to really affect his mood. he instantly regrets it when yuji starts to tease him about it

-> gets really clingy/possessive. he knows he’s never like that, and the drastic change in his behavior frustrates him

-> megumi will distance himself if he thinks he’s being annoying, or until he’s ready to talk

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itadori yuji:

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yuji gets jealous quite often, but it’s hard to tell when he is or isn’t. in fact, he has trouble identifying his own feelings. he tries not to take it too seriously, but he fails miserably. yuji gets so dramatic when he gives into his emotions. he’ll pout in your face, clinging onto you until you crack. he needs constant reassurance, bombarding you with leading questions that will serve as a confidence booster for him

he has a tendency to overthink when he’s alone with his thoughts. he genuinely thinks the two of you are soulmates, and so he gets confused whenever something like this comes up. you adore him, and he knows it. that’s the only thing keeping him from excessively doubting himself

we all know how much of a sweetheart yuji is, so he remains respectful towards whoever he’s jealous of. yet behind closed doors, he can’t help but make a few jabs. they’re never mean, but you can tell that he’s getting a little worked up. he’s easy to calm, and you’ve learned to just give him hugs and kisses. it works like a charm, and it feels like nothing ever happened

extra details:

-> he sees his jealousy as a sign that he’s all grown up. it gives him a sense of responsibility, and that responsibility is taking care of you

-> sarts telling everyone he knows that he’s your boyfriend, just in case they misunderstand/think otherwise

-> he sends you flowers on a regular basis, but do expect a whole garden of them when he’s jealous. yuji wants to make sure you never forget about him

-> will definitely nag you to post about him on your social media. he wants everyone to know that he’s yours

[starsomens]

Omg hi!!! I saw your requests are open and I got excited, do think you think you could do headcanons on what would noah be like as a boyfriend?? Have a lovely day/night💕

Disclaimer❗️: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!!! Please do NOT take this literally or spread false information, this is a work of what my thoughts on this topic is!!

Note: hello (: hope you enjoy

For me I see him as someone very dominant, but also soft about it!

It’ll be like, say someone who was clearly into you sits next to you a hit too close he’d probably tell/ask you to switch seats because he knows it’s for the better good in the situation

A hoodie boyfriend for sure!

Will complain about you taking them but loves seeing you wear them

Will either game with you or have some kinda of physical touch on you on you while he games. So you feet in his lap or sitting in his lap. Once he sees you’re asleep he’ll quiet down or just get off game completely and just get you to bed

He has a habit when he’s writing songs. Hell do it around you and look to you for visual inspiration. Describing physical appearances that being in lyrics to him

“What are you smiling about?” You would ask

“Oh nothing” he’d always response and just finish a lyric . And if it’s not included in music he’ll just keep them in a notebook (:

Will definitely have some kind of gesture he does while on stage when he knows your watching. Might a hand gesture, or a word, something that is significant to you that he’ll do on stage. A way of tributing his work to you 

Big on forehead kisses!

Despite what google says I KNOW this man is a good 6-6’3. I’m 4’12 and I can tell a 6 footer a mile away. Hence, with that height he loves to kiss the mom first contact of skin your forehead or even the top of your head

Either just some pecks on your head or he’ll tilt your head up more towards him so he can plant a good on with lots of emotion and love

If he’s out in another state or even country touring and feels lonely, will email you a plane ticket for you to get there

“Noah why do I have a flight booked for tomorrow at 6 am?”

“….I won’t have my morning wake up WIRH you”

Honestly would hate the start of a tour because it meant saying goodbye to you (sometimes!) the last one to get in the flight/tour bus because he’s saying goodbye to you

I can picture him to be someone who’s like clingy with you, but more when he knows he won’t see you for a while.

GETS GIDDY AND EXCITED WHEN YKU SURPRISE HIM AT CONCERTS

Afterwards he’s just all smiles

Would definitely let you do make up on him and criticize it afterwards 💀

“The eyeliner isn’t even”

“What?? Yes it is you’re looking at it wrong”

“NUH UH-“ I’m sorry

Will wear matching animal ear headbands to do skincare with you .

100000% you’re the FIRST person outside of the band to hear a song when it’s complete. And takes your comments to better his music

Pet names: babe, baby, princess, sweet

For some reason he says stink for cringy/joke

Let’s your paint his nails (:

Will tease you to no end! He knows how much of an effect he has on you and will use it to his advantage. If he’s in his tank top around the house he’ll do the doorframe lean and just stare at you with a smirk and he LOVES seeing you get flustered

I think he also LOVES when you do his hair. So buns, just brushing it, braiding it, just anything from you to his hair

Will secretly try and match your closet so you can be a cute matching couple. But won’t say it as if he planned it

“Oh look we’re matching! Cool!” And just keep on with his day

Jolly is defiantly one to tease him about how much he loves you. And he’ll do it at least twice a day if he sees you

“He always wants to be the cool, and tough guy, but we all know he’s head over heels for you”

Or he’ll tell you how he smiled at his phone today cuz you were calling him

I think he may be the type to have a symbolic tattoo on him for you if it was a very solid and long term relationship

Over all a 1000/10 boyfriend :)

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I love your writings so much!! I just read the hcs about touching then as a comfort thing, and I wanna be *that* person and ask how they'd react to their s/o leaning away from their touch as a joke or to gauge their reaction 🤭

They’re referencing this post!

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

Please don’t do that to him :(

He starts panicking internally, worried that he did something to upset you and even more upset that you’re not telling him what he did

His mind is going a mile a minute to try to remember what he did to upset you, if he might’ve reacted a certain way to make you feel like you can’t tell him

He’s so butthurt when you tell him it was a joke, he’s ignoring you for the rest of the day. At least until you throw yourself at him the first chance you get, then maybe he’ll forgive you.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

Immediately asks what’s wrong

If you tell him it’s nothing but then continue to duck away from him he gets so pouty about it and it won’t just be with you, he’s pouting and complaining to everyone who’ll listen

Ghost is making eye contact with you across the room like ‘fix it. now.’

And when you tell the poor Scot that it was a joke and you’re hugging him again, he’ll laugh along and say he knew it the whole time.

John Price:

He’s confused but won’t push answers out of you, so if he asks what’s going on and you tell him it’s nothing, he’ll leave it at that. Even if you’re still stepping away from his touch, he won’t press the matter, he trusts you to sort it out

And when you cave and tell him that you were just curious to see how he’d react, he’d chuckle “did I pass your test then?” And he’d give your lips a little peck

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He’s confused at first but quickly realizes you’re messing around and does it right back at you

It becomes a game honestly, you’re ducking away from each other, practically stepping to the other side of the room just to dramatically avoid touching one another

Eventually at the end of the day, he’s checking in to see if you’re done messing around and pull you into a tight hug with a kiss to the crown of your head

König:

Like Ghost, he starts panicking except he’s more vocal about it than he is. He’s asking you what’s wrong and what happened and he’s not taking ‘nothing’ for an answer

I don’t think you’ll be able to get away with the joke for very long because he’s so insistent on know what’s wrong

And when you explain that you were just messing around he’s like haha ok but why? Just give him a bunch of kisses, he’s so confused lol

Alejandro Vargas:

Pretends to be indifferent but he’s trying to see where he went wrong and why you’re pulling away, he’s worried he did something wrong or something to upset you

But instead of wracking his brain for hours to see where he went wrong, he just assumes he upset you and gets to work on taking steps to make it up to you

So when you come home to an incredible meal and flowers and your favorite sweets, you can’t help but laugh, you bring him in close and you can’t stop laughing

You explain that you were just messing around and he chuckles, he’s teasing you, saying if you wanted to be spoiled, you should’ve just told him.

Rodolfo Parra:

Doesn’t understand what’s happening, he’ll ask you what’s wrong and make sure you’re feeling well and if you insist that nothing’s wrong, then he’ll let it be

He’s still concerned as to why you avoid him and at some point he’ll track you down and calmly confront you about it, insisting that if he did something to upset you, he’d rather you be honest with him, assuring you that he won’t get upset no matter what you say

When you give him a kiss and say you were doing it because you were curious what his reaction would be he breathes a sigh of relief, he’ll tease you for being so silly but more than anything he’s relieved he didn’t hurt you in any way.

[oneatlatime]

Sokka's Master

pleasebegoodpleasebegoodpleasebegoodpleasebegoodpleasebegood

Strange choice of master but we'll see where this goes.

The meteor shower animation is quite meditative. I wouldn't mind it as a screensaver.

How to describe something exceptional to your blind friend: "You've never not seen anything like this." It's amazing the quality put into even the tiniest of throwaway jokes.

Are meteor strikes flammable?

I love how whenever Sokka's disappointed he gets noodle arms. A surprisingly consistent characterisation.

Momo butt skate.

Iroh. The fuck?

ok. So he's playing a part for the guards. Why?

Pretty.

Funny to think about, but as a former WWE character, Toph's probably had more hero worship than the Avatar.

Lots to say about this! First, I stand corrected! i honestly thought that Sokka would be immune to this specific insecurity by virtue of him not being a bender. I was wrong! Second, I love how, as soon as Sokka expresses that he feels that he isn't as talented as the rest of them, the others respond by listing his actual, invaluable talents, without which the group would be completely at sea. They don't respond with "no you're perfect!" they respond with "no one can read a map like you can" and how he keeps their spirits up with jokes. They're not using false praise. They are using specific facts. I love that an episode that looks like it's going to deal with a character feeling down on themselves establishes from the get go that the character is invaluable, actually. So often, the 'low self esteem stock episode' puts the affirmation of the character's value at the end. Which means the viewer spends the whole episode being convinced that the character in question might actually be useless. Here, we're told from the start that the character is invaluable - the problem is that they do not perceive themselves to be so. Quite on the nose for a show that deals so much with identity.

OMIGOD IT GETS BETTER!!!!!!!!!!

Validating Katara sweeps in and a) validates his feelings, while b) clearly explaining that his self-perception is not in line with how the others see him, which c) doesn't invalidate a) !!!!

Katara has such emotional intelligence when she chooses to use it.

Nuanced intelligent discussion of the complexities of emotions and self-perception in a Sokka episode I am so happy I am blessed the gods are shining on me today I'm sitting here twirling my hair and swinging my feet and doodling hearts on the corner of my journal

SHOPPING!!!!!

btw that's the same face he makes when he says SUKI!!!

"Reinvigorate my battling" this boy. just. this boy.

He lasted a lot longer than I would have with nun chucks.

Aang the Happy Meal toy.

Some say that Halberd is still spinning today.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present: the 45 degree Sokka.

Some Foley artist had the time of their life with this weapons sequence.

Why thank you for that exposition, Mr. Exposition. Now walk away and we'll never see you again.

Toph does NOT move ONCE this whole scene and it's ever so slightly freaking me out.

Toph tells you she learned from Badgermoles and no one wants to discuss this further?!? We're going to gloss over that?

So this episode has a training montage theme.

Sokka goes freestyle on those door knockers.

That's one hell of a castle. Must be dark in there though. Tiny windows.

Which explains the several hundred candles. This show. Set up with one hand; slam dunk with the other.

This guy's reciting Sokka's s1 introduction on Kyoshi Island.

Sokka: Actually. I am a dumb. The Master: Sold.

The face of someone who is definitely picking up what you're putting down.

It's been ages since I watched the episode, but is some of what the Master saying here about swords an echo of what Zuko says to the kid in Zuko Alone when he's decapitating sunflowers?

A Sokka-less Gaang. Depressing and they know it.

The way Katara's voice actor says "oh everyone's a critic" is gold.

Multidisciplinary education vs. kid who's never been within a mile of the box he's being told to think outside of. Fight!

Yikes that was a meaty hit. Does Sokka have a nose left?

They're wearing beehives on their heads.

Was Sokka always this short?

The greens in this episode are such a delight.

The way he says "I'm finished!" Sounds like "Am finished" and you can actually hear the smiley emoji he throws in.

He's good.

What do they FEED him?

Sokka's voice actor had a great time this episode. All the voice actors had a great time actually.

Sokka invents the La Z Boy

Katara inadvertently invents a fandom war by attempting a joke.

They're all so useless and it's wonderful.

That was all only one day? That's a lot of outfit changes for one day.

"You mess things up in a very special way." Compliment? Let's go with compliment.

Sokka is so very Sokka this episode.

A reason to live is coming!

*thundering herds of shippers in the distance*

That's clever. The inciting incident gets smelted. Haven't seen that before.

This whole Iroh gets buff montage has been completely dialogue free on Iroh's part. Crazy levels of inner peace, that he'd doesn't need to snark back at the guard.

Seriously. What are they FEEDING these children. Also how is that door that shiny.

Sokka really has it in for those door knockers.

Apropos of nothing, the clouds in this episode are all so yummy. All these soft slate colours and misty layers.

Meteoric iron is actually a thing, right?

Ok but aren't mold made swords crappy?

HI YUE

I love how they managed to made a crafting montage where the character who does the least work is the one who looks like he's working the hardest.

"I saw a heart as strong as my garden decor"

"No it certainly wasn't your skills. You had none."

Creativity, versatility, intelligence, meat, sarcasm.

You've known him like two days and you can already tell he's more worthy than any man you've ever trained? Sounds like you had poor taste in students.

"No. This is my fight. Alone." Bro you are going to DIE. The first time you held a sword was two days ago. You might need the avatar on this one.

Guard who never shuts up actually kind of has a point here. He's a dick about as usual, but it's entirely possible that the rank and file of the Fire Nation army view Iroh's actions as a betrayal. Does anyone remember in Star Wars movie number 7, or maybe 8, when that Trooper sees Finn after he's switched sides and yells "traitor!" and it's the best part of the movie? Yeah, like that.

This episode throws the concept of linear time out the window. In two days, Iroh gets swole and Sokka masters sword fighting.

Do you think Sokka's realised yet that this is his final exam?

Yummy yummy clouds.

One in a million pocket sand shot.

One in a million stick placement.

So this master is like a sword spirit or something. He can't be human. There's no way he could get the scabbard to fly on perfectly without seeing.

"Try Lee, There's a million Lees. There's a tea shop in Ba Sing Se that has a super cranky waiter called Lee."

This guy's just this side of committing treason and I love it.

I see this Master is a devotee of the 'Hakoda school of shoving outrageously over the top compliments into Sokka's thick skull in the hopes that 1% of them will stick.' I approve.

This last scene has gorgeous hills and skies but you'll have to take my word for it because I've hit the image limit.

Sokka's been inducted into the super secret boy band!!!

He saved space earth for Toph! He's so considerate! He's fuelling the ships!

Let's compromise and call it space dirt instead.

Final Thoughts

This episode every two minutes: Sokka, you are currently flawless and you're about to get better. Me: Yes. Yep. Yeah. Seconded. I concur.

I like it! It's great! It's 24 minutes of the writers and characters fangirling over Sokka! Of course I like it! It made me criminally overuse exclamation marks! What else can I say?

Hands down my favourite episode is Bato of the Water Tribe. For Sokka's story, this episode is Bato of the Water Tribe part 2. Of course I'm going to love it. This episode was lab grown specifically for me.

Now let's see if I can say something about this episode that isn't poorly disguised squealing.

I love how the characters respond to Sokka saying he's not special with an evidence-based refutation rather than blanket reassurance.

I love how shopping cheers up Sokka. I love how Katara knows that shopping will cheer him up. This must be something she's learned since the show started. I don't think there were malls in the South Pole. So Katara was paying attention when Sokka and Momo went through the bag saga.

I love how much the master is baffled yet impressed by Sokka. He seems almost charmed by this breath of fresh air. I think it's hilarious that, when Sokka first approaches him, he's expecting early season 1 Sokka. He'd better send Suki a thank you card.

I also really like "The way of the sword doesn't belong to any one nation." It seems obvious to us, but in a world where there are weaponisable skills that are quite literally inseparable from the nations their wielders inhabit, it's probably something no one in the Gaang has ever heard before.

Obviously the episode is a little rushed - half hour kid's show and all that - but it's still pretty crazy that you can apparently impart a solid basic knowledge of swordplay in two days.

Toph going all tsundere is funny, and makes Aang and Katara unapologetically desperate for Sokka's company twice as funny as it already is. Toph's like "whatever" and the other two spent the day making a welcome home banner.

I love how Sokka's happiness is always so loud and shameless. It makes it contagious.

This episode highlights what Sokka's actual strengths are, by instructing him in what he thinks his strengths are. If that makes sense? Sokka is brain, which he's finally starting to realise by attending brawn lessons.

He's also heart, and I'll die on that hill.

Iroh getting swole was honestly just a thing that happened. No comment really, except it was interesting to have a reminder from the guard that a character we perceive as the good guy is currently perceived as the bad guy by everyone but us. When the Fire Nation does inevitably get defeated, a whole nation is going to have to reset their worldview and that will not be an easy process.

More like this please!

[tokki-tteokbokki]

One by One

Chapter Four: Spotter

Changbin x Fem Reader

MDNI

18+

Synopsis:

After constantly fighting with your boyfriend, Jisung, your relationship abruptly ends.

Unaware of the secret hope of your relationship's demise by your friends.

One by one, the boys can't help themselves.

Chapter Three:

Chapter Five:

Warnings:

dirty dirty smut, changbin’s biceps, semi public sexual endeavour, voyeurism, angst, jealously, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, oral sex(f receive), slight mention of cuckholding??

It’s been a few days since you all returned home. Your mind was still reeling from the intense trip to Jeju. You never thought you’d find yourself in bed with your ex’s best friends but something about how wrong and dirty it was just made you weak and you’d never say it aloud but it made you want more.

It was a blessing and curse to live in the same building as the boys, you had only run into Jisung a couple times. He seemed to be doing okay, your exchanges and encounters were short and awkward.

The stress was starting to take its toll, because sex was off the table for the time being you decided to hit the in-building gym. Before leaving your apartment you checked yourself in the mirror one last time. Adjusting your hat and tucking back the few stray hairs behind your ear, you sighed. I hope this helps… You finished straightening up, put your Airpods in and made you opened your door locking it behind you.

The well lit halls illuminated your way to the elevators. It was as if you were in autopilot, you didn’t even notice the familiar person standing next to you until you saw a hand wave in front of your face. “Huh” you gasped pulling out one of your buds and turned to meet a sweet face.

“Changbin” You smiled “Hey.” He replied returning the smile. He was dressed in black sports attire, his t-shirt perfectly wrapping itself around his body, making his muscles pop out. No no, you’re not doing this again. “Going somewhere?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Oh. Yeah, gym.” The low hum of the elevator getting louder as the lift came closer. “Me too!” he exclaimed, his face lit up brighter. You had only been to gym with Changbin a handful of times. In all honestly, he knowledge and skill kind of intimidated you so you preferred to be alone.

Ding.

The doors opened up and you both made your way in. “It’s been a while since we’ve worked out together.” You nodded your head in agreement. “Go easy on me, it’s been a while.” You chuckled. He crossed his arms, inhaling. It was hard not to stare at his biceps. You could only imagine what it would feel like to have them around your neck while he… You gulped hard. “How are you feeling?” He asked, noticing the shift in your state. “Oh. I’m alright, still a little tired from the trip. You?” He leaned back “Happy to be home, I missed the gym.” He chuckled to which you giggled.

Arriving at the amenity floor you both made your way to the gym, carrying on the lighthearted conversation. Changbin opened the door for you, your smile fading as you saw Jisung and Felix working out. “Yoooooohhh!” Changbin sounded as he entered, Felix and Jisung turning to notice you both. Jisung’s expression stayed neutral as he looked past Changbin at you. You shuffled uncomfortably to greet Felix. “Are you resting well?” Felix pulled you in for a hug. You couldn’t help but smile at the ray of sunshine always giving you warmth when you need it most. “Yes, plenty.” Your eyes meeting his. “She’s not going to be resting much now…DWAEKKI GYM TIME!” Changbin yelled, picking you up bridal style and spinning you around. You let out high-pitched giggles as he spun. As he put you down you caught a glimpse of Jisung’s face. He was fuming.

When you were together he never liked any of the boys being touchy with you. You were his and only his. He never let them forget it. From all the PDA which earned playful disgusted groans to making you scream in pure ecstasy from him being buried deep inside you.

“Well Mr. Trainer, can you fit two more clients?” Felix chimed in. “Hell yeah!” He clapped his hands together in anticipation. You inhaled sharply, you didn’t want to stay in the same vicinity as Jisung let alone the same room. At the same time, you didn’t want to be a burden that people had to plan around. You smiled big. “Ready to get ruined!” You joked without thinking. The boys eyes were wide and a massive grin spread across Changbin’s face, Felix tried to hide his smug smirk by pushing his tongue around his mouth, Jisung blankly looked at you before aggressively taking a breath. Turning pink, Changbin decided to step in before letting you succumb to embarrassment. “Let’s start!”

Beads of sweat ran down your neck and onto your chest. Your breasts moist with your essence, you reached down to grab your water bottle. The boys trying not to get distracted. Your legs wobbled as you stood up straight. Fuck, he was not going easy on you. The other two were just as spent as you were, Jisung pushing his hair back, panting. He looked… Delicious. Wait, no. He’s your ex, he left you. You lightly shook your head and turned to Changbin. His right arm raised to drink from his bottle, you couldn’t help but stare. His bicep was massive, the temptation to reach out and grab him was overwhelming but you kept your composure. “Alright squats!” Changbin announced. Jisung and Felix went ahead of you to do their reps. Jisung letting out some familiar grunts that made you squirm a little. “(y/n), you’re up!” Felix motioned for you to step up. You walked over and placed yourself under the bar, preparing yourself for the burning you were about to feel in your legs. “Wait.” Changbin intercepted, walking behind you.

You could feel the heat radiating off him as he helped position you. His hands found your hips and you reacted softly to the touch. You looked so beautiful from behind, Changbin’s thoughts straying away from working out. You were only in a sports bra and spandex shorts, both which tightly clung to your body. Trying to keep his composure he kept directing you. “Okay, lift the bar.” His voice dangerously close to your ear, making you swallow hard.

You looked up to see Felix checking his phone. Jisung look at you and Changbin. A vicious jealous aura coming off him. You adjusted yourself and pulled the bar off the hold. Changbin positioned you better “I’ll spot you, don’t worry.” His voice getting close to your ear, your heart fluttered at his hands on your body. “Okay and down.” He instructed. You squatted down, on your way back up Changbin’s body was closer than it was before. Your ass slid up his front, you grunted softly, playing it off as just a normal work out noise.

“Jisung” Felix lifted his head from his phone “Minho Hyung just made dinner. Wanna go?” Without a second thought Jisung stormed out. Felix taken aback, scurried to grab their belongings and chase after him. “Hyung! Thanks for the workout!” He thanked as he ran out, the door closing behind him. Your arms still holding up the bar, you moved to place it back. “No no.” Changbin reached in to help you hold it up. “Two more.” His voice became quiet and low, his hands back on your hips. “Now, spread your legs a little more for me.” Your breath hitched for a moment, you proceeded to follow his instruction. “Down.” You followed his command again like a dog. Squatting down and coming up, rubbing against him again but… something was different. Something was.. hard. Oh my God.

“Changbin-“ “One more.” He ordered. You couldn’t see him but his presence behind you was intimidating. You heeded his order once again but this time you were going to take advantage of your position. On your way back up you took your time, you slowly pushed yourself up and deeper into his groin. You let out a slightly exaggerated moan of relief. You heard him muffle a groan. You put the bar back on the hold, you thought to turn around but something was stopping you. You stayed still and suddenly felt Changbin’s arms wrapped around your waist.

“I need to shower.” You softly panted “And so do you.” You giggled turning your head back, sniffing and playfully pretending to be grossed out. He spun you around and leaned you against the equipment, his mouth centimetres away from yours “We haven’t even gotten dirty yet.” Your eyes fixed on his lips and he spoke. (y/n), you shouldn’t.

Changbin moved his right leg between yours, his thick thigh radiating heat onto your crotch. “Changbin- Oh!” He hiked his thigh up, pressing it to your unsuspecting pussy. Firm and warm, he felt delightful. Time and time again, you said it was the last time but here you were, crumbling into a desperate cock hungry whore again. There was no more use in fighting it, morality doesn’t exist in these moments of pure pleasure. You were simply just a toy for these men to play with and you were okay with it, secretly… you desired it more and more.

Caving into your desire, you melted onto his thigh. Changbin smirked “Now move.” He ordered. You slowly rocked your hips back and forth, applying pressure onto your clothed clit. You bit your lip, trying to hold in the moans. His breathing became laboured, he couldn’t take it. His lips crashed into yours, he groaned into your mouth. He lifted his thigh higher making you squeak. “You sound so cute.” He pulled away, all you could do was moan in response. Your hands travelling around his body, finding their way on his arms. Oh God.

You danced your fingers around his biceps before holding onto them. Massive. You moaned more at the feel. Changbin let out a smile against your lips. “That good?” He asked “I’ve barely done anything.” He chuckled, pulling himself away. He took in the sight of you, desperate, hot, your lips parted to let your pants through. His gym shorts becoming uncomfortable, he pounced like a tiger. He picked you up swiftly, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You greedily pulled him into a wet kiss, his tongue playing with yours. You felt his thick cock press into you through your clothes.

Lost in the heat of the moment, you both didn’t realize a figure that lurked at the door. Jisung immediately froze in a crouched position, peering through the window on the door he watched as Changbin manhandled you. He rushed out with such haste he didn’t realize he left his phone behind. He was livid, peeping as you moaned into kiss. He was ready to bust the door down and beat Changbin with it. He was-

Hard.

He was getting hard. It made him want to fuck you into oblivion while Changbin watched so he would know that no one could fuck you like he could. His cock twitched in his pants as he saw Changbin lift your bra up, exposing you. His lips latching onto your nipple, making you throw your head back.

“(y/n)” Changbin breathed “Mm” You moaned in response, he pulled away from your wet erect nipple “Bin, don’t stop.” You whined, he let out a laugh “We’re going to get caught doing it out here.” You suddenly remembered where you were and felt yourself blush “So needy, doesn’t even care if we get caught.. I bet you’d love to have everyone watch you get fucked.” He teased. You bit your lip in response. “Come on.” He gently put you down, pulling your bra back over your breasts. “Where are we going?” He grabbed your hand “Upstairs, dummy. I want to hear you scream.”

Jisung crawled to the door to the stairwell as stealthily and quickly as he could, his raging boner hindering his movement. He waited until he knew the elevator had taken you both before he exited himself to retrieve his phone. Collecting his thoughts, he couldn’t keep this to himself. He sent off a text asking his Hyung to talk.

You cautiously entered Changbin’s shared apartment with Chan. Trying to act as normal as possible, subtly trying to check if the coast was clear. “He’s not here.” Changbin sounded behind you, removing his shoes. “He’s at the studio, probably will be for a while.” You both stood there for a moment just staring at each other, before you could speak he picked you up over his shoulder. Catching you off guard, you squealed as you were heaved over his shoulder. Suddenly, a large smack landed on your ass. “Hey!” You protested, he laughed as he carried you to his room.

Shutting the door behind him, he effortlessly threw you on his bed. The silly boy down the hall from you was gone, at the edge of the bed was man who was determined to ruin you. You perched yourself up, spreading your legs apart. Changbin stripped down to nothing, revealing his naked body. He wasn’t overly defined like the others but the masculine shape he took almost made you drool. His thick defined dick, curved gently to the side. He crawled onto the bed, hovering over you. “Hmm.. something isn’t right.” He knelt back on his knees, looking your clothed body over.

“Take it all off for me, princess.” He smirked, you heeded to his order. You sat up slowly and sensually peeled your bra off. Changbin ogled at your tits bounce as they were freed. You took pride in his reaction. Leaning back slightly, you pulled your shorts off, revealing your bare wet pussy to him. “What a slut… not even wearing panties.” He licked his lips, leaning forward to place soft kisses on your thighs.

His kisses were like static, making you jerk with each one. His lips moved closer and closer to your eager clit. You looked down as he looked up at you, licking a long strip up your slit before hungrily sucking on your clit. You moaned loud making him groan into your pussy, the vibrations sending you closer to an orgasm. “Bin… Bin! Please!” You screamed, begging for release. He sucked harder and moved his tongue up and down over your swollen clit. “Fuck!” You shuddered hard as your orgasm peaked, your thighs pressing tightly against his head.

Nearly fucked out, your eyes fluttered opened to see Changbin smiling in accomplishment from between your legs. “What a good girl.” He praised. His dick was throbbing, aching to be surrounded by your plush walls. “Fuck.. Fuck me.” You managed through laboured breaths. Changbin suddenly flipped you over on your stomach, climbing on top of you. His tip, seeping with precum pressed against your wet pussy lips. “Ugh fuck, (y/n)” He groaned sliding his tip through your folds. Finally, he slowly pushed the tip in. You gripped the bedsheets. He was thick, you wanted to feel him stretch you out. “More” You begged. You felt his hands grip your ass as he fully slid in. “Oh, God.” He whimpered, all you do was whine.

He started pumping himself in and out. Every thrust opening you up. The tight resistance of your cunt making it hard for him to hold it in. “Fuck this.” He laid on top of you, his body caging in you in, the new angle making his cock disappear deeper inside you. He was losing it, his right arm swung around your neck, putting you in a headlock. Your neck was preciously placed in the crook of his elbow, you gasped in pleasure. If there was a holy grail of choking, Seo Changbin’s biceps was it.

Moaning and profanities filled the air, his thrusts into you quickened. “Take my cum, princess.” He moaned into your ear. That was all you needed to meet you earth shattering orgasm. Your vision blurred and you clenched tightly around him “Fuck!! (y/n)!!” Changbin whined, spilling himself inside you.

He pulled out and fell next to you. Pushing the hair out of your face, still on your stomach you turned your head to face him. “Good workout” He winked, you chuckled in response. He kissed your nose “Let’s shower, we stink.” “Agreed.” You smiled.

Dinner at Minho’s finished without a hitch. “Ohh.. That was so good.” Felix grumbled, leaning back in his chair. “Thanks, Hyung.” Felix sighed in satisfaction. “No problem.” Minho replied picking up the dishes and walking to the sink. Jisung sat quietly while he fidgeted with his glass of water. “Jisung,” Felix leaned back onto the table “Are you okay?” “Just tired” He replied not looking up. Felix knew his members well enough to know when not to pry. Assessing the situation, Felix decided it was time for him to leave. “I’m gonna head back to mine, I’ll see you guys tomorrow?” “Yeah” Minho called from the kitchen to which Jisung nodded. As Felix left, he gently patted Jisung’s shoulder.

The door closed and the apartment was painfully quiet. Minho finished loading the dishes and came back to the table, he looked at his younger.

“Well, what did you want to talk about?”

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

You always have the best thought out and researched Hobie takes, so I have a punkflower question for you. How does Hobie respond to his boyfriend's father being a cop? I feel too many fics and creators tend to brush it under the rug. How do you think that situation would pan out?

OOOOHHH YAY HOBIE AND COP STUFFFFF SO lets talk about

Miles, Hobie, and Having a Dad In Blue

[I'm gonna be transparent like Miles - there's no open romance in this. This is mainly a short thing about Hobie helping Miles heal from the pressures of his family - just wanted to give a heads up so no one gets to the end and gets disappointed lol]

Honestly, when I think about it -

I think Hobie's first reaction would be more about Miles, than it would be his own feelings.

Like I don't think his first thought would be 'ew' or 'that's horrible' . I think automatically his first thought would be -

'That makes a lot of sense'.

First thing that pops into his head.

Hobie and Miles come from two very different universes, and the ways they handle their shared identity of Spider-man is really different too.

We hear it directly in Hobie's introduction - He's NOT a Role Model.

But earlier in the movie, Officer Davis' biggest gripes with Spider-man - with Miles - is that he is not enough of a role model.

Miles is trying his best. He wants to be a good hero for his dad's sake - knowing one day the cat will be out of the bag.

That's different than Gwen and her father. Her father already knows GhostSpider as a murderer, and there's no reversing that. Gwen knew her father would never accept her - so she hasto keep it a secret - in definitely.

She'll never be a role model to her father - and she's not trying to be anymore. That's Gwen's arc.

An arc Miles hasn't gone on yet. He still wants to be a role model. He wants his dad to idolize and like Spider-man because he doesn't plan to keep it a secret indefinitely.

Unlike Gwen, he wants his father to know who he is.

But he can't - he still feels like he has something to live up to - a code of honor he feels he isn't reaching.

Miles wants to be good enough.

So Hobie sees him going through this struggle all the time, of wanting to be like Peter, wanting to impress his dad, worrying about telling his parents. And not knowing the source -

And then Miles is like "OH By the way, my dad's a cop."

I feel like it would just click for Hobie. He'd be like "That makes a lot of sense, if I'm being honest."

If anything I think he'd feel for Miles first and foremost. That's what Hobie does.

He'd immediately see Miles, and the effect his dad has on him, in both good and bad ways. His dad helps Miles strive to be better - but that also leaves him feeling guilty and alone.

I think he'd go on to be like "That's gotta be tough. Is that the reason why you X, Y, Z?"

And Miles - Poor Miles probably wouldn't even pick up on this until that very moment. Having Hobie say to this him would probably leave him a little shook.

But it'd be SO relieving.

Gwen and Miles don't talk about their family. Gwen isn't a talky person. Miles doesn't really have anyone to talk to about his family dynamic or his situation at home.

Like even Miles!42 - His uncle Aaron KNOWS he's Prowler. Miles doesn't have that support.

And then Hobie would give it to him, and be like 'I understand', 'That must suck', 'You don't have to be a role model, you just have to be yourself.'

Hobie offers that support all without Miles asking - (Miles is finna cry)

All because Miles having a cop as a dad immediately explains a lot of the struggles he's going through. And Hobie can see that. It makes him frustrated and he'd want to at least be someone Miles can talk to.

Like police corruption and oppression aside, living in the shadow of someone with a black and white view of right and wrong, or good and bad, sucks.

Growing up under someone who abides by order and swears by it SUCKS, because the world in unorderly. The universe is.

Hobie knows this. Him meeting Officer Davis however is a whole thing -

Honestly speaking, I'd think he'd look at Miles dad with pity. Like 'Damn you're a good father and a good husband - but you're a cop'.

He'd probably turn up to the cookout, make himself and his views known (not changing the laces) and if Miles' dad really finds a problem with them he can ask.

Hobie will happily tell him "I'm not from here. The place I'm from is a lot less nice and a lot more corrupt than this one. What I did ain't fun - but it was in the name of liberty. I guess you know all about 'defending liberty', don't you? You wear a blue uniform to remind you. I wear blue laces."

Because it's the truth. Hobie will say that shit without blinking. Standing there like

'Now is there a problem, officer?' Just because he wears blue laces DOESN'T mean he lacks a moral code.

Hobie has a moral code. A VERY strong one - and simply in the way he carries himself, you can tell that he's committed to that code.

Maybe even more than Officer Davis. They have two different moral codes, but I'm sure Miles dad can identify on sight - and respect - 'We both are the type to stand by what we think is right'

Because by Hobie not changing himself, he's showing that he won't bend his morals for Miles' family. But there's differences in the way they operate and that's okay.

But ALL IN ALL -

I think Hobie learning about Miles' Dad would

Bring them closer together. For the first time Miles has words and reason behind the pressure he feels. Why he looks up to his dad and is annoyed with him at the same time. Hobie would catch the connection right away, and open the discussion. And Miles is open to talking, we see it in their scene before Miguel's office. I think having that outlet would help Miles SO much. I feel like he'd become more confident over night. Hobie telling him there's no rules or laws or academy when it comes to being Spider-man. There are certain circumstances where the police just can't help. That's what Spider-man is for. To go above and beyond the black and white authority society has created. It'd be so liberating for Miles.

Garner some respect between Officer Davis and Hobie. It kinda sounds backwards. But lets be honest, if they're at the dinner table and Officer Davis asks about one of Hobie's political patches - he's gonna tell him what he thinks straight out. Hobie's wearing a 'Dearm the Police' patch and Miles' dad asks about it - Hobie's gonna be like 'Yeah, they don't need those weapons. The lot of them are already weapons themselves.' And of course Officer Davis is gonna want a conversation about it, and Hobie loves hearing himself talk. But it never gets heated. It's them going back and forth dropping these huge points and citing examples and bringing up theoretical scenarios. It's just - THEY KEEP TALKING. Rio is like 'Hun, please your food is getting cold.' And Jeff is like 'One second - *Turns to Hobie* In 1983 there was a court case about a cop- *continues his long as counterpoint*' What even more interesting - HOBIE HAS A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF HISTORY THAN JEFF. Yeah, all those cases in the 70's that Jeff was a baby for. Yeah, Hobie was there and a teenager - the equivalent of cases still match up. So Jeff is debating at the dinner table with a dude who is technically older than him - but he doesn't know that so Hobie keeps catching him off guard with that SMUG ASS GRIN Miles is sighing under his breath like 'Hobie COME ON let him win PLEASE' So for Miles, and ONLY MILES, Hobie lets it slide. Until Jeff turns on the TV. And the first thing they see on the screen is s report about politics and NOW THEY'RE BACK AT IT AGAIN FUCK Hobie pointing at the screen like 'Case & Point, m8. Thats exactly what I mean!' Fuck outta here, Hobie will debate till the cows come home.

It'd help Miles and his dad a lot Officer Davis would probably be left with a HUGE amount of respect for Hobie. Because yeah he looks like a delinquent - to someone obvious trained by the system. But Hobie knows his shit. He knows how to maneuvour in conversation, how to pick peoples brains, and understand their reasoning. He GENUINELY wants to have a conversation. Because he genuinely believes he can back himself up in a calm and logic way. So why not talk about it? After Hobie leaves there would always be a silence - and that's because yeah they went back and fourth for 40 minutes, but Hobie ALWAYS leaves you with something to think about. Or consider. Or re-evaluate. Honestly Miles has NO idea what his dad thinks. Usually his dad would be ranting still - but he looks more thoughtful. Just replaying the discussion he had with Hobie. Miles might ask his dad what he thinks - but his dad might say something vague like Officer Stacy did - call him a 'piece of work' It isn't until later when Miles' dad knocks on his door that he realizes how much Hobie has an impact. Even if his dad didn't know about his secret identity - I think he would see how much his police training effects his home and Miles in specific. How much pressure that can put on someone. Officer Davis would replay the story Hobie told him of the unnamed girl whose father shot at her. And he'd consider how anyone could choose their badge over their kid. Maybe he has a discussion with Miles, apologizes for the pressure he puts on him, telling Miles he's proud of him.

And Miles would know it's all because of Hobie. Because Hobie cares about him and Hobie knows how to approach people, all type of people.

Officer Davis would KNOW how Hobie feels about cops. And he's know why. He'd at the very least understand Hobie, or respect him. Hobie would make him realize - 'Oh hey, you don't have to be a role model to be a good person'.

Because Hobie Brown is NOT a role model. He's something better.

That's just how I see it. I think Hobie is a great mediator tbh. It's his strongest talent. It's the reason why Miles trusts him to much to begin with.

ANNNDDD As per usual if you made it this far - THANK YOU!!!! The gift shop is to the left. As courtesy here is a photo of Hobie with a bonus photo of Miles that I think is really really funny.

I don't know why that photo of Miles is SOOO funny to me- I think its the fact his hands are in fists his expression is so unreadable IT LOOKS LIKE HES ABOUT TO SOCK ME IN THE MOUTH Im in legit tears laughing at that

Bye.

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

I’ll Always Be Here

jeong jaehyun x fem!reader

warnings : mentions of stress, overwork, burn-out, low key sad vibes, fluffy ending

yes, i am writing this because i had a rough day and i just know jaehyun would have the best cuddles🥺

as hannah montana said, everybody has those days. what she didn’t say is that everybody has those weeks. weeks where everything just seems to go wrong. weeks where it really feels like the world is against you. it’s true, everybody has those weeks, and this happened to be that week for you. work is slowly becoming more unbearable, your social life is becoming harder, your mind is going a million miles a minute, and you feel like you can’t slow down. as much as you shouldn’t compare yourself to your boyfriend, with the difference in career choices, the one thing you hate most is seeming drained and burnt out knowing what he goes through everyday. in your eyes, jaehyun is the strongest person you know. his busy schedules worry you sometimes, but his persistence always leaves you in awe. that’s why you didn’t tell him how exhausted you are. because you want to be strong like him. you want to make him as proud as he makes you.

finally arriving home for the night, after work, and after hanging out with your friends, your shoulders are heavy, and the lump in your throat is growing, as you try to suppress your tears. you love your friends, and they are some of the greatest people you know, but sometimes hearing about how much they love their jobs and all of the exciting things they have going on simply brings you down more. making your way to your room, you see your neatly placed books no longer neatly placed. now they’re piled on the floor, along with the shelf they were on. your emotions take over, as you collapse to the floor with uncontrollable tears streaming down your cheeks. it seemed like you were there for hours, crying what felt like a literal river, until a familiar voice hits your ears.

~~~

jaehyun had gotten off at a fairly reasonable hour, compared to normal, and wanted to surprise you. he had been planning this all week, being that he could tell something was wrong from the first inconvenience of your week. when he asked if you were okay, you brushed it off saying everything was fine. he's not one to pry, and he knows you will talk about it when you are ready to, but when the suspicion was as persistent in him, as you were with suppressing how you really felt, he knew he wanted to do something to cheer you up. after he got done at the studio, he went to the market, bought your favorite flowers, snacks, drinks, and even a plushie he thought you would like. quickly returning to his place to get cleaned up, he also brought a pair of pj's, just in case, a habit he has grown accustom to.

the second he entered your apartment, thanks to the key you gave him, he could hear your sobs. he kicks off his shoes at the door and makes his way to where the sound is coming from, to see you on your knees crying into your hands. he hesitates before sating or doing anything because honestly, he doesn't really know what to do, all he knows is that he needs to be with you.

"y/n?" he walks in, puts the stuff on the bed, and gently wraps his arms around you. "shhh its okay baby, its gonna be okay. let me hold you."

his words are simple, as always, yet they hold so much meaning to you. without knowing whats wrong, or why you're crying, he knows exactly what you need. he always does. he holds you tightly to his chest, not caring bout the tear stains that he's going to have to wash out of his shirt later, gently plays with your hair, and just lets you cry. no matter how long it takes he will sit there and let you cry until you can’t cry anymore. when your tears begin to slow down, he pushes the hair away from your face, and wipes the tears off of your cheeks.

“we don’t have to talk about it, but i’m here when you’re ready to.” he says with a gentle kiss to your forehead. finally, you tell him about everything that has been going on throughout the week, and he listens to every word intently, simply letting you rant about anything and everything, taking in every word you say. after you get it all out, he brings you back into his chest. he knows he’s not the best with words, so he doesn’t really try to say anything, but he knows that a simple embrace is all you need right now, and that his message is received when you bury your face deeper into him. “why don’t we lay down love?”

as he gets you settled under the blankets, he prepares the flowers for you, and brings out everything else he got and lays them on top of the covers, before sliding in next to you. immediately he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him and laying your head on his chest. he puts on some music to help calm your mind, and grabs whatever snacks you ask him to. the two of you spend the rest of the night talking about all of the amazing memories you two have made together so far in your relationship, until he notices your eyelids beginning get heavy. after a few minutes, the only noise left in the room is the music that jaehyun had put on. he carefully moves the snacks to the night stand, doing his best not to wake you up, and settles himself into the bed as well. “i’m sorry you had such a hard week, but i’ll always be here for you my love.” he whispers and places a kiss on the top of your head, before falling asleep with you.

[goingmerryfics]

Wow I really love your writing Style 🥰😍 your mute writing is amazing. Would you do reader having a dating night with Kid and Killer?

Date Night w/ Kid & Killer

Content: Gender Neutral reader, no NSFW :)

Notes* Thank you so much for the compliment! Kid and Killer seem to be really popular and honestly I totally get it. Hope you like this!

Kid

When Kid is passionate about something, he doesn’t half ass it. He goes full throttle

So during your relationship, he tries to keep you happy as much as possible while still being his sour self, of course

While you try to give him the benefit of the doubt, there are times where you feel like you’ve been put on the backburner in place of his ambitions, so you have to find a way to express this to him without it sounding like an attack or else he’s probably going to take it the wrong way

Luckily, the one thing you’ve been learning while dating each other is how to communicate

So when you eventually bring up that you two haven’t done anything in a while and you miss your date nights, Kid secretly sets course for Sabaody Park

“Don’t worry, I know just where to take you.”

The smirk makes you nervous, but he won’t tell you where you’re headed no matter what

It’s perfect- the thrills, the food, the games- it’s the best place to head for, since it’s like a little break for the crew as well

You two head off, and hopefully you like roller coasters because that’s what he’s headed for first. Anything that will toss you around- he loves it. It’s like sailing in a storm, but with less of a chance of dying

If you aren’t so much into the loops and twirls at 50 miles per hour, he’ll kick back on the ferris wheel and watch you with a smile as you point out the view

He’s actually shitting himself up there though, but he hides it well

He’ll cheat on any games he can to win you a prize

If he can’t win, he’ll steal it

Either way, you two end your day grinning ear to ear, hand in hand

Killer

It’s Killer’s idea to prompt a date night between the two of you

You’ve been seeing each other romantically for a while now, but date nights are usually hard to schedule in-between the duties you both have on the ship

Eventually he manages to get a free couple of hours and he immediately comes to find you

You’re finishing up your chores when Killer grabs you in a hug from behind

He leans up towards your ear and whispers,

“Meet me in the kitchen when you’re done

You had no idea what to expect, but you finished up quickly- any time you could spend with your boyfriend was worth rushing for

When you finally met him in the kitchen, he was busy cutting carrots and seemingly prepping for a meal

When he spots you, his mask is askew and he’s chewing on something

Snacking as he cooks

He didn’t expect you to be done so quickly, and he’s a bit disappointed that he couldn’t surprise you with dinner

But you’re not upset at all- you quickly grab an apron and come to his side to help

Now that the two of you are working together, meal prep and cooking goes a lot faster than it would have if Killer had done it himself

Despite the fact that you two wouldn’t stop kissing each other 

And wiping sauce on each other’s faces

Finally, when dinner’s done and you two are seated to eat, Killer lights a candle and takes your hand in his

He expresses how, even if you two don’t get much time together, he still values your relationship and you

The two of you start a tradition to find each other at meal times and continue cooking with each other

[destinationtrekk]

Okay so... this idea has been cowering in my mind for awhile now..

You work for Wesker and have like a bad day at work or whatever, like he fusses at you or something (also you've got a crush on him because who doesn't cough cough)

you go home and you've been kicked out (either roommate or partner or whatever) and the only place you can go is like really far or something and it's started raining but apparently you live like near him somewhat so he opens the door and you're just standing there drenched, needing a place to stay

id love to know how he'd react or what he'd do 👉👈

umbrella wesker for this... all employees have to live x miles from the facility or something for emergencies idk

anyway lets say your day was fucking awful. i mean nothing was going right, multiple projects on hold or even cancelled because just... everything is wrong. wesker knows how research goes, sometimes things just don't work out, but it doesn't stop him being pissy too. he takes it out on you because you work closest with him, and his harsh attitude is enough to make you tear up on the drive home.

when you go home to a complete shock of your partner ending things, of course you realize the place in in their name. you have enough time to pack a bag until you can come back for the rest of your things and... great. now it's raining

you have no where to go without calling out of work for a few days, which is just not an option, period. you've been to wesker's house once to drop off a few files but, you have no other choice. the facility is in the middle of no where, you can't just get a hotel or sleep in your car, you're fucked. you have to risk asking him for help.

you're drenched when he opens the door, looking like a truly pathetic lost puppy, and he just stares as you sputter through excuses to explain what you're doing at his house. you're shivering and leaving a puddle on his welcome mat so he rolls his eyes and invites you in.

he makes you stand in place while he goes to get you a towel, and surprisingly comes back with a dry shirt and sweatpants too. he doesn't say anything about it, just points you to the restroom and wanders off.

you come back out somewhat dry and in comfy clothes, expecting him to... honestly you weren't even sure you'd get this far. he doesn't ask you to explain or justify why you're suddenly without a place to stay, which unnerves you a little. wesker is not the kind of man to bitch at someone all day and then accept them into his home and into his clothes without question. he washes your sopping wet clothes for you and you spend the night on his ridiculously comfortable couch. you leave in the morning before the sun rises, clocking into work hours early just to avoid an awkward morning with wesker, though you know he heard you leave.

the next day, work is marginally better, despite your awful mood and severe anxiety over what you'll do tonight. it's only wednesday, and you need a plan until the weekend. all of your half-assed plans are cut short when wesker finds you just as your shift is ending.

"leaving so soon? i thought you'd be more eager to work a double, considering how early you got here." he's got an eyebrow raised above his stupid ass sunglasses and he cuts off your sputtering with a raised hand.

"I have...meetings to attend tonight. the back door will be open, if you...need it." his expression is tense, but you hear the genuine meaning behind his words. he walks away and leaves you mouth agape in your lab. guess you have a place to stay after all.

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

Gwen's Spider-sense always on Miles?

Okay, so a few days ago I had an ask about my opinion on Gwen spider sense activating when Miles got in danger, and I accidentally ended up deleting the entire thing.

@ficsinhistory Sorry about that.

However this may had been for the best, because I went from not having much of an answer to what the fuck all of this means.

So, let's go with the basics.

We see Gwen's spider-sense before, when she was looking for Miles on his room while he was in Earth-42.

Now, this is something I had interpreted as she trying to use her spider-sense to see if she could sense Miles; a bit odd, but in the first movie the spiders literally sensed each other, sometimes even before realizing they were there.

(Alternatively, this may be them searching for them; tho considering Miles got bit recently on this movie and still was doing it, I am going more with they just sense the others at that moment.)

She came to the conclusion that Miles wasn't in this dimension by not sensing him here, which in theory could be him getting caught on something else but I mean she isn't wrong.

Here is the part where I actually ran out of answer.

(Side note, how HARD can Prowler Miles hit?! We had seen Miles got thrown into a billboard and get up fine, I know he is probably tired after everything but still.)

It really is that quickly, Miles is down and Gwen is immediately sensing something.

And here...I have nothing.

I wish I could have more thoughts about this, but honestly my mind had just been going on circles with this scene, and all I am thinking is how?

Look, I wish I could have a more to say about this, but honestly all I can think of is that I need an explanation as to how this is happening because the math isn't mathing for me.

However, I also saw the first movie recently, and something that brought my attention was a plot point in the last movie that ALSO drove me up the wall because I couldn't get how or why.

Gwen, unlike the other Spiders apparently, was blown a week before the incident with the Collider, and her Spider-sense told her to go to Visions Academy.

This always bothered me because I truly couldn't imagine how exactly this worked.

Spider-sense is primarily, suppose to work as a way for the spider to sense danger. In this movie, it also servers the purpose of communicating to the other spiders when they are around another who is one of them

Neither of those things is suppose to give you any directions, and more importantly, her spider-sense activated before Miles was even bitten.

Now, I thought that was perhaps because she was blown into last week, meaning she came through the portal when Miles already has been bit. So I try to think that maybe she could sense it because her spider-sense recognized the spider that was on the Collider?

It always felt like a flimsy excuse but I had nothing so oh well. I thought it was just a convenient plot point to get Gwen there and leave it like that.

Now? This has to be connected.

I am not sure how, why, or if it can work the other way around (Miles maybe sensing Gwen is in danger? Or have a better idea when she is around? Idk.) But I don't think it is a coincidence that Gwen had her spider-sense going to Miles before he was bitten, and now she can known when he is in danger in another dimension.

(Honestly this is all great material for a soulmate fic so anyone feel free to get on that.)

In the first movie, we saw the spider that bit Miles' glitch, but I really didn't saw people commenting in the possibility of the Spider being from another dimension, in fact most of the people I know had been shocked to realize that this was there for the beginning.

So, what are the chances that is not just all connected, but part of something bigger than we had yet still to know?

[1989withstyle]

Whenever I see Tarry fics, it always makes me happy to read because y’know what? Yeah their not a perfect couple by any means but Tim and Darry get each other in a way most people don’t. They understand having to play the role of both brother and father. Of wanting to do more for their siblings, but can’t due to circumstance. They keep their families together even if they don’t always believe that themselves.They’re path together is filled with bumps but they’ll figure it out in the end because they always do.

Then contrast that with Paul and Darry and yeah…there’s no way those two ever had a chance. Paul has too much anger and hate inside, and Darrel loves the gang and his brothers too much to ever leave them.They’re falling out was bound to happen and bound to be nuclear when it did. To the point that whatever fond memories they had of each other became ruined beyond repair.

MEANWHILE theres Keith Matthews and Darry, two boys who are opposite in every way. Two-Bit is the lost boy who seems set on being forever sixteen. Whereas Darry ‘Superman’ Curtis has had to grow up in ways the other boys didn’t. The two grew up side by side, closer than even Steve and Soda at one point. Yet when High school hit things changed in ways neither of them expected.Darry grew up to become the Golden Boy of Tulsa,the Captain of the Football team, and furthermore one of the few greasers who has a chance of leaving Tulsa. The kind of guy that everyone is desperate to follow after.

While Keith Matthews becomes Two-Bit, a no good greaser to most who causes all kinds of trouble. Who’s too lazy to even clean up after himself, much less try hard in school.The two play their roles so perfectly that from an outsiders perspective you wouldn’t even know they were friends. They both know better though, especially when on certain nights Two-Bit sneaks into Darrel’s room. The two laying together and whispering all sorts of secrets to the other. On those nights Darry starts to act more his age and smiles, the same smile that makes Two-Bit feel things he know he shouldn’t. It doesn’t help that when Darry laughs at one of his jokes, he can feel something stir deep inside of him. Especially when he looks at him with such soft eyes, to the point that Two-Bit thinks he’s prettier than any blonde he’s ever fooled around with.

When the Curtis parent’s die, things shift between them once more. Except unlike in high school where they could wait for each other, one day Two-Bit turns to find Darry’s miles away from him. Both physically and mentally, Darry’s older in a way that Two-Bit could never be. He has more important things to worry about now, and Two-Bit understands like he always does. Except Two-Bit has always been wiser and more observant than Darry when it comes to people. He knows whatever they could have had, can’t ever happen now. Especially since Two-Bit is too self aware of himself to know that he won’t ever be the partner that Darry needs. Not this Darry at least. This Darry needs someone that can support him, not someone to take care of.Yet that doesn’t stop him from trying as he’s desperate to hold onto Darry for as long as he can. Trying to crack a joke or two to see just a small glimpse of that smile of his. Trying his hardest to try and remind Darry that he’s still there.Until the day he eventually gives up and stops waiting for him.

The two care and love each other BUT I can’t ever see them lasting as a couple. Honestly them even becoming a couple is a huge stretch. They’re not just best friends, but they’re not quite a couple either. They are a secret third thing that they could never figure out. Unfortunately for them they spent too much time trying to find the answer,that the small opening for them has long since been closed. Don’t get me wrong their still friends, but they can’t ever be anything more.

(P.S: this was heavily inspired by the very long rant I sent to @pumpkinsy0 about these two. Their a real trooper for reading it all 🫡.)