he's ok ! :]

tense

pairing ;; matt sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings ;; oral (fem receiving), fingering, praise, use of y/n, fluffy beginning and ending, softdom!matt, pet names (sweetheart n princess, etc), no actual p in v, lowercase intended !!

word count ;; 1.1k

a/n ;; this was based off a request!! had lots of fun writing this:) also sorry if this is bad im ovulating and im a little bit high

yk the basics .. pink is u , blue is matt !!

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your pov

i stepped into my boyfriend’s house after a long shift at work. “hey chris.” i sigh, putting my bag down on the island. “hey y/n, matt wanted me to tell you that he was gonna be streaming when you got back.” the brunette boy spoke from the couch, sipping on a can of pepsi.

i nodded before making my way down the hall to matt’s room. i knocked softly on the door and a small “come in” was heard from inside. i slowly walk into the room with a light smile on my face. “alright guys ima go on mute real quick.” matt spoke into his mic, muting it then getting out of his seat.

“hey baby, how was work?” he asked me, bringing me into a hug. i let out a small mumble in reply as my arms wrapped around his neck. "could be better, my legs hurt so bad from running around all day. but i got a $100 tip from this guy since he said my ass was fat" i laugh, letting go of matt so i could take off my hooters uniform. matt was literally forgetting that he had been streaming the entire time.

“could you get me a shirt baby?” i ask matt, struggling to take off the tight white long sleeve uniform top. he nodded, tossing me one of his shirts that i missed terribly. we laughed about it quietly as i took off the extremely revealing shorts. i put on the pink hershey bear shirt, then body flopping down on his silk sheets. “im gonna lay down, my legs hurt so bad.” i pointed out as my body laid comfortably in his bed.

matt hummed, looking at his pc. he quickly walked over and sat down in his gaming chair. “hey guys, sorry ima have to end the stream a bit earlier. thanks for watching love you guys.” matt spoke into his mic after he unmuted. he clicked the red ‘end’ button before he stood up. “matt you didn’t have to end it” i smile, opening my arms for him. “eh its whatever, i was already streaming for a few hours so its okay.” he reassured as he laid down next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

he kissed my temple softly, rubbing my lower back gently. “tell me about your day y/n/n.” he whispered into my skin. i let out a small sigh. “well, it was a bit stressful. a lot of guys asked for my number, got a lot of tips since i had good tits and ass…” i trail off, playing with matt’s hair. “i also fell, so that’s probably why my legs hurt.” i pout. he hummed quietly, figuring something that could help me. “i can give you a massage if you’d like.” the brunette boy suggested.

my eyes twinkle a little bit, “hm i’d like that a lot.” i giggle. matt rolled over to his nightstand and grabbed a small bottle of lavender scented lotion from his drawer. i sat up slightly, throwing the blanket to the side.

matt sat crisscrossed while squirting a bit of lotion into his hands. “is this the lavender one i bought you?” i ask with a small smile. he nodded, spreading the lotion evenly on my thighs and calfs. his thumbs kneeded into my skin, making sure every inch of my skin got touched.

his palms massaged every part of my leg. i let out a quiet shaky moan as matt soon neared his fingers close to my inner thighs. he looked up at me with slight doe eyes. “is this okay sweetheart?” he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. i nod slowly, allowing matt to give soft kisses on my thighs.

matt’s hands ran up and down the sides of my thighs with a bit of pressure, leaving goosebumps. “does this feel good princess?” matt whispered as his eyes shot through mine. i whine in agreement, the spot in between my legs starting to ache. his fingers continued to get closer to where i needed them to be. “matt, baby.” i whine. matt hummed quietly, looking back up at me. “hm? what is it sweetheart?” he whispered, spreading my legs apart. i blinked at him slowly, “mh, i need you.” i breath softly.

“awh my poor baby.” he teased, his thumb rubbing small circles on my clothed clit. my back arched off the bed just a bit. his fingers hooked around the waistband of my panties and he slowly pulled them down.

matt looked up at me, his hand sliding under my lower back. his fingers traced my entrance teasingly, making me let out soft moans. “i barely touched you sweetheart, and your already wet.” he laughed softly, allowing his fingers inside of me. “mgh, baby.” i whine to the slight burning sensation of matt stretching me out. his fingers slid in and out of me easily, sending me over the moon. “taking my fingers so well huh?” matt purred, his tongue soon flicking over my clit. his tongue started to work wonders on my cunt, it swirling around my bundle of nerves.

i whimper out quietly, my legs wrapping around his head slightly. my hands reached down to his hair, tugging on it gently. a string of curses left my mouth that was falling agape. “fuck fuck please keep going.” i moan out. “such a needy girl.” matt whispered softly with a cocky smile on his face. my breath quickened so fast as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of me, hitting my g-spot repeatedly.

matt was determined to continue eye contact with me as his mouth worked on me perfectly. “mmmm. matt please dont stop it feels so good.” i whimper out as the familiar knot started to form in my stomach. “oh yeah?” he teased, letting his fingers out of my pussy and replaced them with his tongue. my back completely arched off of the bed, moaning out to the sensation of his tongue starting to fuck me.

i continued to let out small whimpers while matt continued to fuck me faster with his tongue. my eyes roll to the back of my head as my hips jolt upwards into his face. “m-matt im gonna cum.” i whimper, my hands pushing his head closer to my cunt. ”cum for me angel.” matt whispered, making the knot in my stomach unknot. he lapped up anything that he could and his mouth detached from my pussy.

his slender fingers curled up into me a few more times before he kissed my clit softly one last time. matt let soft wet open mouthed kisses on my inner thighs. “lets finish giving you that massage, yeah?” he laughed, as if he didn’t just practically make out with my pussy. “yes, please.” i pant out with a lazy smile on my face. we both giggled about it for the next few minuetes of matt kneeding his fingers into my skin.

taglist ;; @cheetahmadi @sturniol0s @luverboychris @mattsluttywaist

Working on more fics but i wanted to try my hand at some head cannons/ drabbles and so here is this lil bit of mess that won’t get out of my head lol.

Pairing: Bestfriend!ony when you’re on your period

bestfriend!ony who calls you from the store to ask “what size coochie you wear”

“Ony what the fuck are you talking about?” You groan into the FaceTime. “Bruh why do these have sizes on them? Who has a super sized pussy?” He complains searching through the products on the shelf. “You want the one that sit in your panties or the ones you push inside of you?” Ony grabs a box and flips its over, searching for the instructions. “Tampons, Ony.” You roll your eyes.

bestfriend!ony who comes homes with loads of products because he didnt want to get yelled at for bringing the wrong thing back.

bestfriend!ony who runs you a bubble bath after tossing you a bag full of sweets to keep your attitude at bay

bestfriend!ony who knocks on the door of the bathroom to ask what food you want him to order

“Can I get XL meat lovers pizza with extra cheese and 40 wings please, half plain, half mild. Yeah, with ranch. And a Pepsi. The 2 liter.” He orders. “AND A COOKIE!” You call out from the tub. Ony laughs to himself and shakes his head. “Yeah and can you add a cookie on the side too. How much? Ok bet. For delivery.” Ony said over the phone. You slipped deeper into the tub, letting the bubbles reach your chin. You hum a small sigh of relief as the heat soothed the tightening in your abdomen.

Bestfriend!ony who rubs the knots out of your feet as you stuff your face and watch your comfort movie.

“Oh my gooood Ony that feels so good.” You whimper as he works the knot from the arch of your foot. Ony shakes his head “you so fucking dramatic.” He mumbles as he finishes up, sliding your footie over your toes and tugging it up to your ankle. He stood up to take your empty plate back into the kitchen. “Wait where are you going?” You pout slightly. “I’m coming right back prettygirl. I’m just cleaning this up.” He quickly cleaned up the mess and came back into the living room, plopping down next to you on the couch. You flipped your fuzzy blanket over on top of you and scooted into his arms, pressing close to him. Ony wrapped you in his arms, one hand moving to scratch your scalp, fingers rubbing through your curls. You hum in delight and snuggle closer. “Thank you for taking care of me Ony buns.” You say, your eyelids fluttering slightly. Ony leaned over and planted a kiss to your forehead. “Always prettygirl.”

Bestfriend!ony who strokes your head until you fall asleep and gently carries you to your bed, planting gentle kisses to your head the entire way.

bf!chris sturniolo hcs🦋

ONLY SFW!

warnings(?): use of "y/n" , "y/l/n"

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♡- whenever he's not around/on a trip with his brothers to boston, he'll send you snaps of everything he's doing every other minute.

☆- "just bought pepsi from the store, the cashier was looking a little sketchy....👀" with a picture of him holding the can up.

♡- he's always right by your side, literally never let's go of your hand unless he has to grab something or he wants to open a door for you.

☆- when you need to grab something or even just go to the bathroom & have to let go, he'll always fake pout and say, "till death do us part means nothing, then?"

☆- to which you reply with... "chris... that's marriage..."

☆- "yeah...?" he'd say with a dopey smile on his face.

♡- when you and chris are out to eat, or even shopping at a small store and you want to buy something, he offers to pay for you.

☆- not even offer, he demands that he pays for you and doesn't let you speak another word before his card is in the machine.

♡- loves, loves, LOVES including you in car videos & lives he does on instagram. he's always so excited to have you hanging out with him and his brothers.

☆- the vibe doesn't change even a bit when you're invited to be in a video, and chris jokes around with you like he does with his brothers.

♡- definitely loves whenever you play with his hair.

♡- MADE A PLAYLIST DEDICATED TO YOU WITH ALL YOUR FAVORITE SONGS & SOME THAT REMINDED HIM OF YOU🤭🤭

☆- will play it any chance he gets!!

♡- buys you little gifts whenever he's on tour & brings back an entire suitcase full of little things.

♡- he definitely loves late night calls & texts whenever he's away. needs to call you before bed or he won't be able to sleep

...

author's note: this is a little short, but here's some sturniolo content to keep u guys entertained!!

Shy pt. 3

pt 1 pt 2 pt 4

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

SLS x Nathan Doe

Warnings: suggestive content kinda?, Kissing, bathing suits?, etc.

SLS/N’s POV

Nick sat in my bed, already in his bathing suit, while I basically pulled out every single one of my bathing suits and tried them on for him.

“No, do that one, Nate will be going crazy.” He said, pointing to one I had previously tried on. It was a floral bikini with smaller bottoms.

"Nick!" I scolded him. He put his hands up in mock defense and got up to leave the room while I changed. Before I headed downstairs, I snuck into Nick's closet to grab a T-shirt to wear as a cover-up.

-

Again, I was smushed up against Nate for the 15-minute car ride to the warehouse. Only this time it was different.

I could feel his eyes on me nearly the entire ride. And at one point he moved his hand down between us and started fumbling with the edge of my shirt.

At this, I felt my heart nearly leave my chest.

Butterflies.

Maybe the kiss did mean something. I thought.

-

As we pulled into the warehouse, Nate was quick to jump out. He helped Chris grab all our things and walk them to the pool. Nick and I were walking side by side on the sidewalk, I was on the edge.

The next thing I knew, Chris was tackling me into the pool, T-shirt and all. I swam and brought my head above water. I looked at Chris as he climbed out of the pool, giving me an evil smirk.

I stuck both my middle fingers and my tongue out, screaming,

"Fuck you!"

I climbed out of the pool, Nick's white t-shirt sucked tight to my skin from the water. I quickly stripped it off my body, before the sight got too embarrassing.

I saw Nate smirk out of the corner of my eye, taking off his own shirt, and I couldn't help but stare.

-

Two rounds of sunscreen later, Nick and I were relaxing and drinking Pepsi by the side of the pool. Matt, Chris, and Nate were too busy wrestling to notice the conversation between Nick and I.

"Did you see the way he was staring at you? I think he had a string of drool hanging from his lip too-" Nick was saying, but was interrupted by Chris, yelling,

"Who's up for a chicken fight!?" I quickly stood up and jumped into the water, wanting to get in on the fun. Nick stayed back dn said he'd be the ref.

"Okay. Round one will be Me and SLS/N vs Nate and Chris." Matt said I gave him a fist bump before he went under the water, allowing me to climb on top of his shoulders. Nate and Chris did the same, Chris on top.

We fought and fought until Nate swept Matt, causing us to splash into the water. Nate and Chris cheered and high five as Matt and I wiped the water out of our eyes.

Round two! Matt and Chris vs Nate and SLS/N!" Nick yelled from the pool side. I whipped my head around and stared at him. He gave me a small smile before blowing an imaginary whistle.

Matt climbed up on Chris's shoulders. They saw me hesitate and Chris said,

"What's wrong? Are you two chicken to go up against the masters?" Mat and he started making chicken noises at us.

I am no chicken in a chicken fight.

I turned around to face Nate who was already looking at me. My cheeks turned red as I said,

"Let's do this."

He went under the water, allowing me to sit on his shoulders, fully aware that I was literally on top of him.

He rose to the surface and wrapped his arms around my legs, giving them a little squeeze.

Nick blew his whistle again, and we were off.

-

This was the longest chicken fight because it lasted a few solid minutes. But Nate and I eventually push my brothers into the deep end and they sink.

Nate and I cheer and high-five after he gently helps me down from his shoulders. We begin to make quacking chicken noises at Matt and Chris, who roll their eyes in defeat.

-

“Hey, imma run to the bathroom. Does anyone need anything while I’m in side?” I ask you quietly, standing up and fixing my bathing suit straps.

“Actually, could you show me where the bathroom is?” Nate says.

I look at him, shocked. But his face is straight, not breaking eye contact. I nod and begin walking and I wave my arm, signaling for him to follow me.

He does so, following me into the warehouse, up the stairs and down the hallway.

“The bathroom is the first door on the left-“ I begin to say, but I am cut short by Nate, who had me pinned against the wall, gently by my shoulders.

“I can’t do this SLS/N. I can’t keep pretending.” He said leaning in close, our noses brushing.

My eyes flutter shut and my face gets hot. I nod my head, not being able to form words.

He’s so close I can feel his breath fan over my face. At this point I’m just waiting for him to kiss me like he did in the kitchen last night.

“Please, talk to me. Give me something so I know you feel the same.” He said, a pinch of sadness in his voice.

Instead of talking, I lean forward and go up on my toes to make press my lips to his.

I feel him smile into the kiss. He moves his hands from my shoulders, trailing them down my body until they rest at my hips.

I gasp at the sudden contact, making him pull away slightly. I look up at him, my cheeks flushed with heat. He gives me that award-winning smile and I feel my stomach doing flips.

I put my head down, my hair falling down to hide my face. He chuckles and lifts my chin up, saying,

"Somebody is a little shy hmm?" He slightly squeezes my hips, and just as he's leaning down to kiss me again,

We hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

Nate's POV

We hear the footsteps coming up the stairs and we immediately jump. Then I feel her hand pushing me into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

"H-hey Matt!" She says, her voice cracking slightly.

"Hey, is Nate still in there?" He replies, thankfully not getting suspicious. She must have nodded because he responded with,

"I can wait for him if you want. Chris is cranking up the hot tub if you wanna head down there."

"Yeah, um...okay great! I was gonna do that anyway!" She lied. She must have been letting her nerves show because Matt said,

"Are you okay? You're feeling a little warm, do you need to go home?"

Matt must have felt her enflamed cheeks, courtesy of our kiss.

"No, No, No I'm good! I think it's just a sunburn." I then heard her walking away to escape.

After she left, I heard Matt sigh and say,

"Nate, c'mon man! I gotta pee!"

-

Once I got back downstairs, I saw SLS/N everishly telling Nick something. I smiled at how cute she is when she's talking. I then walked over and helped Chris get the hot tub started.

Once we finished, Chris and I climbed in, cracking open a new can of Pepsi. Not long after Nick and SLS/N joined us.

"Mind if I sit?" She asked, nodding to the spot next to me. I nodded and she got in, resting her back against the hot tub wall, looking a beautiful as ever.

SLS/N's POV

A hot tub gets kinda small when you have four grown men and little me in there. Nate and I's thighs were pressed close together, even closer than in the car.

We were all talking and laughing as the sun went down, drinking way too much Pepsi.

But then something happened that was not expecting.

I felt Nate's hand brush over my thigh. A whisper of a touch. At first, I thought it was an accident, but then he kept doing it.

As the sun went fully down, he proceeded to rest his whole hand on my thigh, rubbing up and down slowly. every time his hand went higher on my thigh making my stomach feel like its caving in.

"SLS/N, are you sure you're okay? You still look kinda sick." Matt asked, probably noticing my quietness and the flustered redness on my face.

I nodded and told him I was fine. He agreed and the boys went back to their conversation. Only then did I realize that Nate's hand stopped moving, right at the very top of my thigh.

His fingers began fiddling with my bathing suit bottoms. I sucked in a sharp breath.

This is too much. They're gonna find out!

I thanked Heaven but also cursed as Chris hopped out of the tub to turn it off. We walked back to grab our stuff to head home. It was pretty cold outside of the hot tub, the sun being down didn't help either.

But what really didn't help was the fact that my T-shirt was still sopping wet from when Chris pushed me into the pool.

I sighed, deciding that I was just gonna suffer from the cold, but I then felt something being hung over my shoulder.

I turn around to see Nate walking away, looking back at me with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and then threw the shirt on, the warm cotton soothing the goosebumps on my skin.

-

On the car ride home, I passed out, tired from our long day of fun. Not to mention the long day with Nate.

But the next thing I knew, I was being lifted out of the car and being held like a baby, my legs wrapping around the persons torso, my arms around their neck.

I thought it was Chris, so I buried my face in the crook of their neck. But when I heard the voice of the person say, "Naw man, I got her," I knew it was Nate, but I was too tired to care.

He gently laid me down on my bed, pulling the covers over me. He kissed me on my forehead and began to walk out.

"No, stay," I called out groggily before I could think about my actions.

He gave me a soft smile before closing the door and walking back to my bed, climbing under the covers with me. He wrapped his arms around me, falling asleep almost as fast as I did.

Pt 4 sooooooon!

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beyond the contract - part 4

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader summary: where the sturniolo triplets are part of an organization known as the eclipse alliance, matt has constantly failed to pull through with pulling the trigger on a target. fed up, their boss gives matt one last chance, where he is sent to northside high school to get some answers out of a girl. warnings: cursing, mentions of drugs and a lot of mafia shit??, some smooches rahh author's note: HI FRIENDS!!! lots of important context in this chapter, i hope it's a good one <3 back to reader pov next chapter!! some fun sibling banter too yayyy also yes i Did delete this chapter on accident after LITERALLY FINISHING IT. :D WC: 2024 (lol xd) lowercase intentional !!

i couldn't help but allow my gaze to linger across matt's features as he kept his eyes on the road, a hand on the wheel and the other on his own leg.

matt seemed to pick up on this as he turned to face me, his eyebrows furrowed. "what's your deal?" he smiled.

"where are you taking me?" i questioned.

matt and i were having our first date today. it had been about a week since he asked me that night at the pond.

"uhh, well.." matt trailed off. "i don't like crazy stuff, i could only think of more chill stuff, so…" he trailed off.

"soo..?" i continued for him and smiled as he shot me a joking death glare.

"we're going to an art museum?" he stated, but it was more of a question as he turned to me for half a second and back at the road.

i gasped and clasped my hands together. "i've never really been to one!" i chuckled as i looked out the window at the trees passing by.

matt just smiled softly to himself as he continued to drive. he really hadn't been to one either, but he knew that wherever you two went, it would be a fun time.

-

"where's matt?" chris called to nick from the kitchen.

nick was laying against their couch, his eyes glued to his phone. while they had a lot to do, he needed the break more than anything. he scrolled through his phone as he let out a deep sigh. "i don't know, chris, he's probably out getting tutored. or his dick sucked or something."

"ew, nick," chris muttered as he opened the fridge and grabbed a pepsi, moving to take a seat on the couch as well. "gross."

they sat in silence for a few moments before chris cleared his throat and turned to nick. "i talked with the coordinator the other day," he breathed, and nick immediately dropped his phone and gave chris his full attention. he nodded his head at him with wide eyes as if to say, 'go on.' chris let out a deep sigh as he messed with his hair. "it.. didn't really go well. we need to break the news to matt soon. or else.." he trailed off.

"or else what?" nick muttered, before he sat up from his previous laying down position to look at chris. "what, chris?" he repeated, shifting to be directly in front of the younger's face.

chris immediately shoved him out from in front of him. "no need to be so close, god," he muttered before he shrugged. "he said he'd complete the mission himself." he stated.

nick blinked a few times before he let out a deep sigh. he leaned back against the couch as they both stared at the ceiling.

"nick… how did we get into this situation?" he questioned, almost as a whisper as he turned to the oldest triplet. "to be completely honest, i don't really know why we're doing this all. i just want to be with my brothers. but it doesn't make sense to me. why are we killing people, why are we kicking up dirt on people and.. why are we getting each other involved so severely? we both know matt wants nothing to do with it, and i'm not entirely sure i want to be involved either." he trailed off, and nick simply listened to him.

"it's… a long story." he stated softly, but his eyes closed.

"i have time." chris stated firmly, sitting up to listen to nick.

"okay well, are you gonna interrupt me every five seconds? that'll make this five hours longer than it needs to be." nick spat, but chris only cracked a smile.

"no, just get to it kid," he responded as he took a sip of his pepsi.

nick took a deep breath before starting. "well, as you know, the eclipse alliance prioritizes discipline, order within ranks, and most of all, loyalty. the alliance was established decades ago amongst a few teenagers who seeked power, wealth and control. they got this tightly knit group and developed a hierarchy structure. with their goal to expand their influence, the alliance grew rapidly. this caused them to expand to various legal enterprises including smuggling, extortion, drug trafficking, and money laundering-"

"nick, stop with the big words, bro. i understood maybe half of what you just said." chris stated blankly, but he was clearly interested in the topic.

nick rolled his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. "anyways. we got involved with eclipse alliance because.. well.. we had financial struggles growing up," nick stated bluntly, shrugging as he stared into space in front of him. considering they lived from ten onward without parents, nick took initiative at a young age to try and keep him and his brothers stable. "since around when i had joined eclipse alliance, black veil operations emerged as a challenger to us. their logo is a silhouette of a woman with a veil and a growing flame behind it." nick stopped to take a soft breath before continuing. "they were fueled by the desire to trial their dominance and establish themselves as a rival power." nick took a deep breath as he looked at chris, who was listening closely. "while eclipse alli-"

brrr.

nick cringed at chris, who let out probably the most disgusting burp known to man. "can you fucking listen?" he spat, and chris immediately threw his hands up and pointed at his pepsi. after a few moments, nick continued. "while eclipse alliance prioritizes hierarchy, order and loyalty, black veil operations takes a more decentralized approach to their operations. they're known for their cunning tactics, flexibility, and willingness to exploit weakness within their rivals, which is us." chris nodded along. "they're determined to undermine the eclipse alliance's power and expand their own influence by using any means necessary."

chris stared at nick and slowly nodded before blinking a few times. "i see. i guess." he thought for a few moments before he shrugged. "i don't know, i think people need to let go of grudges."

nick chuckled and stood up. "what i'm saying. but i did what i could to get us to where we are today. even if it means risking my life, or.. ours, now." he shrugged.

chris nodded and smiled. "thanks for explaining to me, nick."

-

no pov.

the sun had began to set, and matt was now driving home with y/n in his car. when he pulled up in front of your house and noticed the empty driveway, he cocked an eyebrow. "business trip?"

you smiled and nodded to him, shrugging as you began to get out of the car.

matt quickly followed and got out with you.

your first date was great. matt felt like he had an amazing time with you. he loved the way your hand felt in his, like they perfectly molded together. but now it was time for matt's plan to end the night. he smiled at you as he bit his lip, expression clearly nervous.

you seemed to quickly pick up on this and spoke up, "you okay? what's got you so nervous?" she questioned, and matt internally cursed at himself.

"i uhh. got you something? but don't be weird about it." he breathed as he watched you stare blankly at him. fuck, he felt so shy. this was the worst moment to start kicking himself in the ass. "can you uhh.. turn around?" he chuckled nervously when you looked at him confused before you obeyed and turned around, moving your hands over your eyes.

matt bit his lip as he pulled a few things out from his car.

"y- you can turn around now," he stammered.

you did just that, and upon turning around, your jaw dropped.

matt had a small posterboard with "PROM?" written on it, and a bouquet of flowers in one hand that held the sign while his other just held it tightly.

"you're such a dork," you whispered as you smiled and stepped towards him, carefully taking the bouquet of flowers to relieve him of awkwardly holding them with the poster.

"i know you really wanted to go to prom, and… i don't, but. if it'll make you happy," he trailed off, and tried to bite back a smile as he watched you smile in awe at him.

"i'd love to." you responded.

matt smiled warmly at you. his heart was racing. to get answers out of this girl, did he need to ask her to prom? no. but did he really, genuinely care about this girl and what she truly wanted? yes.

they stared at each other for a few moments as matt put his arms down, letting the sign sit at his feet. he hadn't even realized how close together you guys were now, standing between his car and the curb.

you both smiled at each other, you faces both a shade of pink.

how could this girl have any ties with black veil operations, matt thought to himself. she was an innocent girl, a beautiful innocent girl. a sweetheart. his internal dialogue rambled, but it immediately came to a halt when he felt your lips press against his.

his eyes widened for a moment before they fluttered shut and he felt his hands subconsciously move to your waist.

when you pulled away, matt stared at you for a few moments, his eyes wide, and yours were just as wide.

just as you were about to apologize for the action, matt gently squeezed your hand.

"wanna come inside for a bit?" you asked, and matt felt his stomach turn.

-

chris groaned as he turned to the clock beside him. matt was supposed to be home an hour ago. he sighed as he set his headset down and carefully picked up his phone, pulling up matt's contact and shooting him a text.

chris:

hey wya??

-

matt allowed a soft groan to leave him upon feeling a hand of yours run up his side and gently along his back.

'wanna come inside for a bit' led to you both against your living room couch with matt on top of you.

matt gently ran a hand down your side and tucked it under the hem of your shirt, his cheeks burning pink as he stopped.

the way you smiled against his lips and parted your own softly gave him enough permission to gently tuck his fingers under the hem.

matt couldn't help but glance down at the now exposed skin under your shirt before an inked spot on your skin caught his eye. he immediately halted and turned to the decorated skin, his entire expression falling.

"what's wrong..?" you questioned, sitting up slightly.

"what is this?" matt was pale. he looked up at you, his entire demeanor changing.

you smiled nervously as you looked away. "ahh, i don't know.. i've had it since i was like twelve." you chuckled, but your smile faltered when you looked up at matt.

matt let in a deep breath as he stood up and checked his phone. 12:37am.

"fuck, i promised chris i'd play fortnite with him." matt chuckled as he shoved his phone in his pocket.

"are you okay?" you questioned, scrambling to your feet and straightening out your disheveled clothes and hair.

matt smiled reassuringly at you and nodded, walking to the door. after walking outside, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips that lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away and hugged you tightly. "thank you for today, i had an amazing time." he whispered against your ear.

you nodded softly and hugged him back.

as matt began to walk to his car, he smiled brightly at you and waved. he got in his car and started it, driving away once you re-entered your house. he drove down the street before he pulled over and buried his face in his hands. the only thing he could think of what the inked skin just above your pelvis.

a silhouette of a woman with a veil and a growing flame behind it.

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Sorry to send another ask so soon (and idk if someones asked this already) but if you have any headcanons for Jon I'd love to hear them!

OK SO im really sorry it took me THIS long to get to this i quite literally.. forgot i had smth in my inbox woopsies. the reason i remembered is cause mootie posted some Spine hcs and i was like "woah"

alsooo im not good at putting my thoughts onto "paper" especially in english so you will have to excuse me

anywho my jon headcanons some sad some random /ref

First of all i think that his relationship with Peter Walter I would be far from close. he would be seen as the type of child who's both "too much mess to take care of" and "strong enough to take care of himself" if that makes sense. Peter did love him as his creation but would openly admit that he's not his proudest one, meanwhile Jon wouldn't feel much connection at all. he sympathized with his creator but only in a way he would with any other human being, there was more gratitude than love

Jon struggles with constant malfunctions and his mechanisms are a mess (partially because he gets himself in trouble all the time), so at one point Peter would get tired of fixing him so frequently, and tell him that he can just "walk some things off". That thought stuck to the bot and he would think of all of his malfunctions as slight inconveniences, i mean, he can still perform so why pay attention to the constant neck pain or powering up struggles ? it just became a habit and he kind of forgot that things like that shouldn't be ignored

After a long while when Peter Walter VI grew up enough to start learning more about how automatons work, Jon would be used as a "lab rat" (not really but its just what he himself called it) for young VI to practice fixing mechanisms. thats pretty much when he heard "Wait this cant be right" about his messed up physical state for the first time in a long while. little Peter didnt get to fix all of the things that were wrong with Jon's body, but he did manage to take care of some of them, which almost surprised Jon with how nice it felt to not hear pieces of broken gears rattle in his head every time he moved (who wouldve thunk)

ok now to more lighthearted stuff !!

Jon actually has a very strong bond with Sam ! He loves watching the mustached man work and sometimes follows him around, just enjoying his company. At first Sam thought that the tone-gold automaton was creepy and uncanny, but grew attached to him and his stupidity (/lh). i also think that Sam would be one of the few Walter workers who dont baby the Jon and actually treat him like they would treat any other robot :3

Also Jon just loves his robot family endlessly. shocker !! im not sure how explain it but i think hes the only one to look at other Walter automatons and go "bro i love them so much" at all times. in his head at least. obviously he teases them and argues with them but he wont think twice before accepting a hug from his siblings (except for Upgrade theyre rivals /j)

Speaking of Upgrade !! They feel the most sibling-ish to me (aside from Rabbit & The Spine) because they constantly poke fun at each other yet they still are willing to give each other help and comfort when needed. She once had to carry him all the way back to the Walter manor because they forgot to take some extra cans of crystal pepsi

Also Upgrade got in an accident once which caused her to have a fractured face for a couple of days, and Jon was there the entire time to comfort her and constantly tell her that shes still very pretty

Unlike with other robots, the food that Jon eats doesnt just fall through his uncovered jaw/run into his boiler or anything like this, instead it just. disappears. once he closes his mouth the food just vanishes into the unknown, yet Jon claims that he enjoys the process of "eating" (nobody knows how it works)

LITTLE GIRLS THAT GO TO SPG SHOWS LOVE HIM !! once the band finishes performing, he constantly gets pulled away by a small giggling pink-ish blob to join their tea party or hula hooping contest. thats why he has quite a knowledge on "girly" themes and educates other automatons on the matter

THATS IT FOR NOW TY FOR READING :3

top five annoying mulder moments <3

okay, i have two lists for you: annoying moments that i find endearing, and annoying moments that make me want to beat him over the head with a chair

annoying moments that i find endearing:

(as of today, these could all be different tomorrow)

1/ "you mean i might get my 29.95 worth after all?" (731)

insane thing to say with 6 minutes to live about the mail-order VHS tape that might save your life. the way he casually cracked jokes in front of that bomb haunts me. unfortunately, this joke made me laugh so hard when i first watched this episode, that it became a core memory of the show to me, and it's still one of my favorite lines

related: putting on a comedy show for the nazis in the pine bluff variant

"ooh, is this the pepsi challenge? how 'bout some fresh air, boys" "you can just call me a cab, that'd be fine" sir they are about to execute you in a field

2/ his general behavior with the neighbors in arcadia

not his behavior towards scully, that's a different thing. i'm talking about mulder showing up in a neighborhood that deeply values regulations and appearances, and dragging out his basketball hoop at 10:30 at night. kicking mailboxes. putting that plastic flamingo in the lawn.

he went undercover in this subdivision to investigate the disappearances of multiple missing families, and his entire investigative strategy, is to fuck around and find out.

the fact that the neighbors start off concerned for him, worried that the monster is going to kill him for violating the HOA rules, and trying to warn him and help him, but eventually are so irritated that they decide to just leave him to die

is without a doubt my favorite thing about this episode.

3/ running in front of a car (colony)

literally made eye contact with the driver and kept running into traffic....busted up that guy's whole windshield.....like he went THROUGH that guy's windshield.....once again, i say, do you have ANY IDEA HOW PISSED I WOULD BE to just be minding my own business driving home from work, and end up with a MULDER-SHAPED HOLE in my windshield.....and then he just mumbled something about getting the wind knocked out of him?? and got up and kept running?? you KNOW he didn't pay for that guy's car. used "i got hit by a car" as an excuse for not filing his report on time??? i love him but he is not serious people

4/ reading the articles in a porno mag at the office (the jersey devil)

the jersey devil my most beloved most watched episode ever....cannot even express to you how funny i find it that when scully got into work, he's just sitting there staring intently at porn and starts telling her about the articles. he turns the magazine so that she can see. kinda the funniest thing that he ever did.

+ scully's lil "workin hard, mulder?" and "sorry to interrupt your serious investigation" ...they're best friends

5/ "why don't you take that gun and shoot yourself in the head like you shot my father" (piper maru)

girl WHAAAAAATTTTT??

BONUS: all of his comments about religion (various episodes)

i put this one on the list and took it back off so many times but i have to speak my truth. every last one of them. i know they're mean and judgmental. i like it.

honorable mention: the mulder ditch™ (too many episodes in too many circumstances to make one of the lists but the way he constantly just leaves scully places deserves to be included. he literally has the object permanence of a 3-month old)

annoying moments that make me contemplate violence:

(only came up with 4 for now...but they're serious to me)

1/ "when he's old enough, tell the kid i went down swinging." (vienen)

me when i'm two weeks out of the grave and have purposefully endangered my ass on a boat full of killer alien goo and my idea of a funny sarcastic joke is to goad my partner into saving me by JOKING!!!! about her having to tell my baby that i'm DEAD!!!

what compelled him to say this. this is my "WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS" infographic mulder moment.

my favorite part is how scully doesn't even address it she just gives that kind of "jesus fucking christ" sigh and tells him to put doggett on the phone lol

2/ “all this because i didn’t get you a desk?” (never again)

literally god forbid a girl have an existential crisis in some FUCKING PEACEEEEE

3/ "diana saw it too. and no matter what you think, she's certainly not going to go around saying that just because science can't prove it, it isn't true." (the beginning)

lolololololol

listen, i defend him for the diana stuff, and i get it. i could write you a dissertation on the complications and emotions of it and why he says things like this or whatever. but it still annoys the ever-loving fucking hell out of me.

this one bothers me more than "scully, you're making this personal" because it's such a direct blow to the core of their dynamic and to what she tries to do for him. this comes so soon after he looked at her in the hallway and told her that her rationalism and science saved him.

which is a moment that meant so much to her and that she references in this same episode. she grabs his hand and she says "you told me that my science kept you honest. that it made you question your assumptions. that by it, i'd made you a whole person."

she has memorized everything that he's ever said and she heard him so deeply in that hallway. she stays so dedicated to offering that science and rationalism that she knows he needs, that she heard him say was best for him.

that moment in that hallway changed them for the rest of their lives, and this is when skepticism and belief start to morph from genuine ideology into roles that they play for each other.

she's doing her part, she's offering him her side, she's playing her role. and he throws it back in her face, says he'll just go play with diana then, because diana would never counter him with science.

LOLLLL okay then spooky, we'll fucking see if it's diana that comes to save your ass in the bermuda triangle

4/ "you act like you're surprised" (three words)

debated putting this one on here because everyone knows i loveeee three words and i loveeee s8 mulder and i'm obsessed with this scene, i've written multiple pieces about the fish in it, i wouldn't change a word of it

but i just have to because this is the other one that grates at me in the back of my head from time to time...because it's not that he doesn't think resurrection is surprising. it's not that he thinks it's a given that he'll always be around.

he just cannot hear and acknowledge how painful and difficult losing him was for her. because it would mean hearing and acknowledging that what he does matters, not because of what he can do or find, but because it matters that he's there. because it matters whether he lives or dies.

this episode is so heartbreakingly cruel in a way that they just aren't to each other, and that's what i love about it and what makes it stand out to me.

she's pregnant with his baby and she buried him. she was ripped off of his corpse screaming and she planned a funeral and decorated a nursery at the same time, alone. she sat in a hospital chair and held his hand for days when she knew he couldn't feel it.

for six months, he was gone. for three months, he wasn't ever coming back. that first day that they were looking for him, she teared up and whispered, "i just can't take the chance that i'm never gonna see him again," to skinner, and then she lived in a reality where she was never going to see him again. for three months.

she prayed and she prayed and she prayed and then she got to cry and laugh and hold onto him and take him home. and she tried to tell him, quietly, about the last six months. about how she doesn't think he could ever understand what it was like. about how she prayed, and about how her prayers "have been answered."

she told him how hard it was to learn he was missing, to search, to find him dead. "and now to have you back...," she smiled and said through tears.

"well, you act like you're surprised."

in less than 24 hours he is going to run towards death again and she is going to be left again with nothing to do but pray, and he cannot hear that it matters.

(y’all, remind me to do a post about mulder + humor in s8)

BONUS: referring to his mother's house as "the vineyard" (various episodes)

this one isn't that deep to me but "scully, i'm at the vineyard" just IRKS me like it gets on my NERVES. just an obnoxious ass thing to say

The outsiders HC

TW: murder, break ins (literally one hc in dally’s section includes these), abuse (one hc in steve’s section)

i like angst ok 😭

ponyboy

he pretends to absolutely hate when somebody asks him to read a book out loud to him but in reality, ask this man to read out loud to you and it’ll make his day.

i don’t remember where i saw this but i remember one time i saw someone say he had really bad luck and if anything bad/unlucky happened to one of the other guys they’d all call it “pony-luck”

ever since he and soda started sharing a bed, 1. he can’t sleep without someone beside him (that’s actually canon though i think?) 2. he can happily sleep without a blanket (more on that in sodas HCs

Darry

i find it sweet to think that he sleeps with a stuffed bear that one of his parents gave him as a joke present for his 18’th birthday, he never let on, but it’s one of his prized possessions

he absolutely sucked at cooking when his parents died, he had like 2 things that his mom taught him when he was younger and that was like how to bake bread and how to cook pasta right. i think it’d be funny if soda felt bad and pretend he loved pasta sandwiches for a solid month just to help darry feel better

darry isn’t very interested in dating, sure he would love to settle down and have kids some day, but he doesn’t think there’s a rush, he’ll know when the right girl comes along. all the guys tease him saying it’s cause he can’t get a girlfriend but really he’s just not bothered, he doesn’t think he needs one.

even though he isn’t interested in dating he secretly loves a good romance novel, he has a stack of them in his wardrobe, ponyboy found them one day and was traumatised by the…”spicier” moments. they still joke about it

when he and pony fight and pony goes into his room darry just kinda stands outside for like 5 minutes wondering if he should go in and apologise

Sodapop

he’s the type of person to steal all the blankets when he’s sleeping. he always ends up like a little burrito. pony once tried to bring and extra blanket to bed so he could- yk actually have some blankets but soda just stole that too.

he started having nightmares after his parents died, all three of the curtis boys did. he would often wake up in a cold sweat or crying, but he never said anything since he didn’t want to worry anyone. when he had to move in with pony he pretended to be annoyed but secretly he was happy, sleeping next to someone helped soothe his nightmares too

he loves to go for long, late night walks alone. it helps clear his mind. the first few times he got caught sneaking out darry got a bit mad with him but after they sat down and soda explained why he was leaving darry let him go. now when darry sees him leaving he just says something like “stay safe, take as long as you need. when you get back come in and say goodnight.”

sodapop curtis can play piano. that’s all. i’ve just decided he should be able to play piano.

soda does actually drink. he doesn’t tell pony, to kinda “save his innocence”. he only drinks when he and steve go out and pony isn’t with them. he used to drink when pony was there but just put his beer in a pepsi can but one time pony asked for a mouthful and soda just had to chug the entire thing.

Dally

he secretly loves to watch the sunrise. he normally makes himself a cup of coffee, goes up to the roof of bucks place and watches the sunrise while drinking his coffee. he hates the sunset though, he hates that it ends in the dark. it sounds stupid, but when the sunrise ends, it ends in light, and that kinda gives him some sort of hope? i dunno, ask him

dally is an orphan, but he just says that his parents don’t care about him. his mother died during childbirth. his father died when he was nine years old. one night there was a break in, he hid dally in a closet. while he was hiding, he heard a gunshot. he heard a car drive away and he came out. his father was lying on the floor, motionless. rather than go into foster care, dally ran away, lived on the streets. eventually he made his way to tulsa.

he plays music in bucks about twice a week to “earn his stay”. he plays the guitar.

he loves to draw, snakes mainly. but he doesn’t like to draw on paper, he likes to draw on his arms and the arm of whoever is willing. for a while he thought of becoming a tattoo artist, he’d love to. though he realised that it’d probably never happen.

Two-Bit

he’s like- scarily graceful. you’d think he’s clumsy given he’s always drinking and everything, but he acts like a freaking cat. if he drops something he just scoops it up and keeps walking without stopping. if he’s walking around the Curtis house and the coffee table is in the way he just walks over it.

he’s surprisingly good at styling hair because of his little sister (it’s canon that he has a sister right?) he always does her hair before school. whenever he’s stressed he grabs pony or johnny since they have the longest hair and just starts putting tiny braids in their hair.

he just mentally combusts at the first sign of a girl flirting with him, he’s a real flirt until a girl does something back, he doesn’t know how to react.

he normally picks ponyboy up from school, he’s just worried that something will happen to him otherwise. he sees pony as a little brother almost.

steve

this boy is obsessed with bugs and frogs. don’t ask why i have no explanation i just think he does

he’s very self conscious of his teeth, he saves everything he can from working in the DX to put towards braces

he learned to fight to defend his mam from his dad, even when he was little his dad would hit his mother so at like 7 he asked Mr. Curtis to teach him boxing because he wanted to be like “Sonny Liston” (famous boxer at the time) but in reality he wanted to fight back for his mam. eventually she left, she wasn’t able to take steve with her.

Johnny

allergic to peanuts.

he befriends all the stray cats and dogs in tulsa. or at least the ones that appear in the lot.

he and pony have weekly sleepovers, even when they were really little. they only ever went to Johnny’s place once, but after seeing what johnnys parents were like pony decided that from then on they went to the curtis’s place

he’s suprisingly good at baking, especially cookies. he’d love to own a bakery when he’s older. (poor johnny didn’t get his bakery 💀)

Charlie goes to his crusty bedroom and reads his precious Moby-Dick essay one more time while glugging from a two-liter bottle of bed-Pepsi. We get to hear his favorite part of the essay: “The whale doesn’t have any emotions, he’s just a poor big animal.” As a fat person who has actually read Moby-Dick, even the “boring chapters,” THAT IS NOT WHAT MOBY-DICK IS ABOUT OR WHAT MOBY DICK THE WHALE IS LIKE AT ALL. Obviously we’re supposed to draw some parallel between Moby Dick the actual whale and Charlie the human whale, but, like, why? What shallow fucking bullshit! Can you even map one on top of the other at all? Has anyone ever read Moby-Dick and thought, “wow, what a pathetic loser” about the whale? The ungraspable phantom of life himself???? Thin people don’t think of fat people as powerful and inscrutable phantoms—they’re absolutely positive they can scrute everything about us, our “everything” being CHEESY BUGLES! Hence this movie!!!!! Don’t talk about my favorite book, DARREN. I don’t come to your house and explain The Mystery Method wrong! Anyway, then Charlie uses his cursed rusty mobility aids to turn out the light and go to sleep. Spooky!

[...] How do fat suits work? Does Brendan Fraser have to wear individual little sausage tubes on each finger? I can’t stop thinking about how many awards the visual effects people (or whatever department makes fat suits) are going to win for this. It’s like if I got a Nobel Prize for drawing a mean picture of your grandma. Also, for the record, I know the fat suit was really expensive, but it looks weird! It doesn’t hang right! He looks like the mascot for an NBA team called the Wichita Big Pile of Raw Chicken. Hmm, if only there was a way to depict a fat person in a movie without an expensive flappy silicon slug bag!

While Charlie is in the bathroom crying (really), Thomas shows up again and Ellie introduces herself: “What’s more surprising—that a gay guy has a daughter, or that someone actually found his penis?” Wow, once again, thank you so much to Darren Aronofsky and playwright Samuel D. Hunter for spending TEN YEARS on this extremely humanizing screenplay! I feel seen, unlike my own genitals!!!

Charlie is so moved that he goes, “You wrote these amazing, honest things… You’ve all been so honest with me. I just want to be honest with you too.” And then he TURNS ON HIS WEBCAM and SHOWS THEM HIS HUGE FACE AND BODY! All the students lose it and they’re grimacing and cowering before him and taking pictures of the screen, LOL, even though literally it just looks like a regular guy???????? It’s a Zoom square! It looks like a close-up of a guy’s face! No one would have any reaction to this! If there’s one thing this movie does perfectly, it’s trick thin people into telling on themselves about how uncomfortable they are around fat people!

Then Liz comes back and reveals that, LMAO, what happened to Alan is that he starved himself to death (kind of), and that’s why now Charlie has to EAT himself to death. Wooooooow, who wrote that brilliant juxtaposition? Grover??? Is this supposed to be profound? It's less nuanced than when people say “the terrorists hate our freedom”! Actually, you know what? This detail with Alan is the central problem with this entire movie: Being thin is not the opposite of being fat!!!!!!!! STARVING IS NOT THE OPPOSITE OF EATING. Having a body is a complex state! [...] Then they clarify that actually Alan starved himself ALMOST to death and then jumped off a bridge. Jumping! The most thin-privilege way to die!

sorrynotsorry bout all the whale poasting but this review by lindy west was very cathartic for me! its a shitty movie and extremely triggering not just for fat people but anyone with any sort of complicated feelings around food and your own body tbh. so im sharing it here. butt news has a free subscription and lindy west is hilarious so. go read it and maybe read some other reviews too

so when i first watched star wars, i was a child and basically most of it was my dad sitting me down in front of the tv and forcing me to watch them.

when i was a child, i didn't have any media literacy (obviously. i was like seven). i found the action scenes and the cgi boring as hell, but i thought hayden and natalie were the most gorgeous people i'd ever seen in my entire life so i loved the movies.

anway now that ive returned to them over a decade later, its just wild to me how much i can recognise the elements of the prequels in my own life in 2023. mostly this comes down to the political climate and the characters.

the seperatists vs the republic

i mean come on. its literally just brexit.

the eu is corrupt and it has major flaws and senseless policies but a lot of good also comes from the eu. and at this point, i really wouldn't be surprised if england was secretly following the orders of a sith lord.

not even to mention the war in ukraine. ive said it once and im gonna say it again, bureaucracy is one of the biggest evils in the world and it literally enables every other evil in the world to take place.

in my life, i have an aunt who wholeheartedly believes that putin and a lot of other russians are evil, and then i also have a father who says that putin is only defending russia, and a mother who believes that trump did america a whole lot of good, but who also believes we should move back to china, and friends who tell me im evil for drinking pepsi because we're supposed to be boycotting israel.

basically, i have a lot of people i hold dear and who i love in my life telling me a whole lot of contradicting questionable stuff about morality and the current political climate. sound familiar?

so yeah i really do understand anakin's frustration and confusion with bureaucracy and the senate and jedi council and all that because i literally also feel it. i also don't know what the solution to all these problems are, and i also have no idea what i'm supposed to do really, and oh boy wouldn't it be convenient and soothing if someone you trusted came out and said he had a solution to fix it all?

(i understand WHY anakin decided to just give up control to palpatine. that being said, that doesn't mean i agree with it lol. we're anti facist around these parts. )

2. the characters

seeing anakin's terrible dramatic edge lord behaviour is literally just some of my other friend's behaviour on the big screen.

like i've also had white boys who's morality is suspiciously right-leaning confess their undying love to me. more than once!

i also have white girl friends who excuse their (also white) boyfriend's strange jokes. and by strange jokes i mean sexist, racist, homophobic jokes.

white male teenagedom is a very troubling breeding ground for bigoted views and their girlfriends excusing it (cough padme when she didn't even care that anakin was a literal mass murderer) doesn't help.

anyway just my thoughts on how the prequels relate to my experiences specifically.

Hot Cocoa

They were playing an outdoor movie downtown.

Typically it was a summer event. All shorts, bug spray and vendors handing out ice cold Pepsi, but the week before Christmas was an exception to that rule. Once a year, the residents of Kildare pulled up with their fuzzy blankets and hats and bundled up to watch whatever Christmas movie they happened to decide on.

This year, the honor went to Jim Carrey running around in his fuzzy green Grinch suit.

Ward packed up the entire family, as he always did to town events. Rafe had kicked his playstation across the room at the news, but to Sarah it was an opportunity to show off the cream UGG mittens she’d bought on the mainland weeks ago. They looked amazing with her sweater, and in North Carolina, excuses to wear them were few and far between.

Sarah waved at Scarlet and Caroline and beamed when Victoria complimented her mittens. The movie was a classic, and the cute sophomore boys from the back row kept making too convenient eye contact every time she looked over.

The prospect of the older boys was new and exciting, but Sarah’s attention kept getting pulled to the little styrofoam cups clutched closely by passerby. Every group of kids she saw seemed to have them, and with every one her mind drifted closer to a rich peppermint hot chocolate from Starbucks.

There was a stand in the corner of the field, as there usually was. Rafe would say the pogues were there to try to weasel more money out of them, but Sarah’s mouth was watering.

“I think I have to have some of that hot chocolate,” she finally announced, blinking up at Ward. Rose was cuddled into his side, looking like she’d rather be literally anywhere else, and Rafe was nowhere to be seen. Had no doubt skulked off behind the screen to pour back some shots with his friends.

But Sarah had stayed, ever her dad’s perfect pretty little prop.

“Sure, sweetie.” Ward handed her a few bills. He glanced over at Wheezie, who was collapsed in the grass, burrowed so far into her blanket they could hardly see her eyes. “Get some for you sister, too.”

“No thanks,” Wheezie grunted, from within her mound of fluff.

Ward raised his eyebrows. “Never mind, then.”

Sarah crawled to her feet, the cold seeming to bite at her face more with the increase in altitude. Call her a baby, but forty-five degrees with no sun might as well be Antarctica as far as she was concerned.

Two boys idled behind the stand selling hot chocolate. One of them had his apron pulled up over his face, the bottom flapping up and over his head. The other made slow eye contact with Sarah, jaw going slack as if he was a guppy fish and she was a shark with all her teeth bared.

The second boy’s hand flew out, slapping his friend on the chest, and the friend sputtered, apron flapping down. The motion nearly sent his hat flying off his head, and he scrambled after it, miraculously managing to slam it back against his head before it slid off.

She recognized them. Well, she recognized them mostly.

She knew John B and Pope in the way it was impossible to forget a face close to her own age on an island so small. They hadn’t gone to middle school with her, and she doubted she’d see them in high school, either. No doubt they attended the public school with most of the other kids on the island, and especially those from the Cut.

John B adjusted his hat again, which did nothing to tame the mass of curly hair poking out from underneath it. Strips of pink crept underneath the freckles dotting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He seemed a lot taller than the time she’d seen him last summer cleaning out the neighbor’s pool.

He was cute, she realized. Really cute.

“Uh, hi-hey,” he managed, in a voice like all the air had left his lungs. Pope still stared. “How are you?”

Sarah giggled. “I’m great.”

“Uh, what can we do for you?” John B asked. His hands plopped on the counter with the air of someone trying and failing to be smooth.

“One hot chocolate, please.”

“You got it.”

John B took her money and passed it off to Pope, who still hadn’t spoken, and then shuffled around at the rear of the stand, pulling out a cup from a stack arranged with the finesse of a hippopotamus walking a tightrope. There was a tiny crash, like something somewhere had fallen, but he didn’t flinch.

Somehow, this made a thought occur to Sarah. “Oh! Could I get extra whipped cream?”

Pope gaped at her. Turned to gape at John B, whose eyes glinted at her from in under his cap. He blinked several times, and some indecipherable language passed between the boys. His eyes trailed to the cup of steaming liquid in his hand.

John B finally threw an arm around Pope’s shoulder, and the leaner boy’s mouth snapped shut. “Uh, we’re fresh out of that—Got some marshmallows, though.”

Sarah didn’t get what the big deal was, but was left with the distinct impression that they were somehow laughing at her. Judging her, like an off brand of the girls at school whispering about one another’s outfits.

Her brow wrinkled. “Oh, that’s fine.”

Somehow, Pope had managed to count out her change. He passed it off to her, stiff as a board, and John B followed it with her cup of hot chocolate

The marshmallows were small, bent, and more than a little stale, but she offered them another smile over her cup. If it was a little stiffer this time, then it was no one’s fault but theirs, she decided.

“Thank you,” she said, and then it was the turn of the little boy in line behind her.

There was a distinct feeling of disconcertion nagging at Sarah, even as she stopped by the edge of the field to say hello to Scarlet. They exchanged the news that Victoria had dumped Denny after receiving his less than stellar Christmas gift, which would have been hot gossip if not for the fact that Sarah’s attention lingered on the little growing gang of pogues over by the stand.

Two more had joined them; JJ Maybank and Kiara Carrera, she was fairly sure. JJ was in short sleeves and a pair of shorts, and the sight had Sarah clutching her hot chocolate more tightly. Her family wouldn’t have even let her out the door without a jacket.

They appeared to be closing for the night, even though the movie was only halfway over. Sarah dragged her attention away from them and made her exit with Scarlet, intent on returning to her nest of blankets and enjoying her hot chocolate in peace.

Just as she turned to head back to her row, something slammed into her, dipping her elbow precariously downward.

Her Styrofoam cup plummeted to the ground, its beloved contents coating the grass. She looked to her mittens instinctively, and somehow, miraculously, they had been spared from staining.

Two flannel jacket clad sleeves stretched out towards the fallen hot chocolate, as if he were still hoping to catch it.

“Oh, God—I am so sorry,” John B said. His friends were halfway across the field, either oblivious to what had happened or laughing at him.

“Uh—“

“I can’t believe I did that.”

“It’s—“

“Take mine,” John B insisted suddenly, cup thrust under her nose. Sarah had hardly had time to blink down at it, half comprehending, before he was blurting, “I didn’t drink out of it yet, I swear.”

He nudged the cup into her hands. Sarah had the wild thought that if she hadn’t been wearing mittens, their fingers would’ve brushed.

“I’d get you a new one but we kind of ran out of packets.”

“You don’t have to-“ Sarah cut herself off. He looked so sincere, so panicked, that she corrected, “Thank you.”

“You too.” John B’s mouth hung open, like he was trying to process what he’d said. He took two backwards steps, pointing at her with both hands in some lame imitation of finger guns. “Uh, Merry Christmas.”

“You too,” Sarah teased, but he seemed to miss her grin. Had already disappeared into the crowd somewhere with his friends so quickly that she didn’t even know if he’d heard her.

The hot chocolate was mediocre at best. A little watery, and it didn’t have the little peppermint flakes like the ones she would have ordered when she was out, but its pleasant heat radiated through her mittens.

She took another sip, and she couldn’t help but think about his eyes. Deep, rich brown, swimming in the tiny constellations of freckles across his nose, and warmer than any drink could ever be.

End of the Line

uhm yeah. its literally just sylvia and tim being friends again after not talking for a while. domestic fluff, little bit of angst, lots of detail and i am so sorry. this was 7 pages on google docs lol

words : 2858

characters: Tim Shepard, Sylvia, Original Characters

genre: angst + fluff, rekindled friendship

Tw : cursing, slight religious imagery, slight mention of domestic violence and murder, canonical character death menttion

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He can’t tell what colour her eyes are. Whose eyes did she end up with, anyway? She doesn’t have her momma’s hair, that’s for sure. Those indescribable eyes follow him as her momma paces the kitchen, muttering as her bare feet slap against the cold tile floor. 

“I woulda thought you’d taken me off your bail-me-out list.”

Tim Shepard scoffs from the brown sofa. The apartment is small and smells of a million different things he can barely name. Cologne, cigarettes, hairspray, and weed, to name a few. As a cloud of smoke blows past the window to his right, he realizes where the weed must be coming from. Toys are cast in every direction on the carpeted floor, dolls and alphabet blocks in front of the television, a few Lego blocks make a trail from the box in the corner, ending beneath his feet. The coffee table sits in front of him, a Lego house paperweight pinning invoices and final warnings to the table, to be ignored just a little while longer. 

“It’s easy to get off the list,” he replies when she bumps the fridge closed with her hip, dark eyes narrowed to daggers. “When I call, don’t answer.”

Something rips, a microwave is flung open. For a moment, and a moment only, he considers standing and taking the baby off her hip. Like an ember, the idea dissipates in an instant when the microwave hums quietly, warm yellow light the only thing illuminating the kitchen. She leans her shoulder against the wall, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You aren’t the only hood with my number, Tim.”

She’s quiet for a moment; the microwave’s steady hum is replaced with a sudden long beep, and the furious stomping from the person upstairs in response. “Thought you were someone else.”

There’s a bottle in her hand when she comes back, lifting her chin and gesturing to the lamp beside the sofa. He turns it on in silent understanding, soaking the room in a soft, warm glow as the girl he’d known his entire childhood coos quietly, guiding the bottle to her daughter’s lips. 

Sylvia, not even in her best of moments, was ever seen as nurturing. It’s at that moment Tim realizes just how long ago those days were. It’s damn hard to be a kid when you have one of your own, ain’t it?

“How’d this happen?” He asks, gesturing vaguely. His question is answered with a condescending tilt of the chin. 

“You’re twenty-one years old, an’ you really don’t know where babies come from?”

“Y’know what I mean.”

She smiles, combing her fingers through her daughter’s hair soothingly. It’s short and brown, curled into tight ringlets around her face. When Sylvia looks back to the man on her sofa, her smile is genuine. “Lori- Loretta. Buck thought it would be nice, an’ I was too doped up on meds to really care. So Loretta it is.”

The bottle is still three-quarters full, but her eyelids are heavy and her head lulls to the side. She settles into his leather-clad arms almost instantly, heartbeats falling into a steady synchronized rhythm.

“Remember when I came by, told you I was leaving?” Sylvia asks, tidying the living room, placing blocks and toys on the table, burying bills and documents spread there. Tim has the bottle in one hand, the other on her back. Loretta’s full head of curls just beneath his stubble. 

“Yeah, ‘course I do,” he scoffs. “Said you were leavin’, didn’t think you’d ever be back.”

He leaves out the part where she asks him to go with her; that he’d done all Tulsa could ever provide and it was time to move on. She never said before he ended up like Winston, but Syl had always been like that. Between the two, some things were better left unsaid. 

“Went down to Charlie’, since you didn't feel like comin’,” she says in a sing-song voice. Tim knows the bar well enough- not because he’d ever been, but because it was the only place in town Curly thought he could get a few drinks without word getting back to his older brother. “He was watchin’ me, I was watchin’ him. Had a few drinks, danced to a few songs…”

She smiles at the memory, her hands finding a home in the back pockets of her blue jeans. Her eyes wander from the table and bills, to her daughter and old friend. Then, to her own bare feet. “One thing led to another, an’ then we were in his backseat. Nine months later, we’re in an apartment on the south side.”

Tim looks up from the body on his chest, sleeping peacefully. “Dad still around?” He asks, voice painfully void of emotion. If it weren't for the windows sealed shut, Sylvia would have blamed her goosebumps on the autumn wind. His eyes are on her, the left a bit bruised, but still narrowed. She swallows once, turning on her heel and raking her eyes across the floor for anything she may have missed. Sure, all those toys were hand-me-downs from Ruberta in 5C, but they were still Lori’s toys. 

“Uh-huh. Y’know how guys are, though… Flakey.”

He’d been gone when she got home, leaving skid marks in the parking lot where the Lincoln was supposed to be, car seat and all. 

When she turns to face him again, Tim is staring down at Lori as her fists clench and release, milk and drool staining her cheek and dribbling down onto the cold hood’s red shirt. “An’ who is he?”

She brushes the question off her aching shoulders with a subtle shrug and scoff. “No one important,” she reasons – more to herself than those bold, blue eyes. “You uh, you remember the Dawson boys, don't you?”

“Sylvia, I swear to all that is fucking holy-”

Tim Shepard has always been a hypocrite. Invoking holy wrath, all so he can throw the word fuck in the mix. Even as she stands there, tasting blood and bile in the back of her throat as she stares at the seven-hundred and fifty square feet that have become her life, she was almost grateful. Some things, no matter how long, or the circumstances that drive you apart, never change. 

“-You coulda gotten out, an’ instead you get knocked up by Billy fuckin’ Dawson? You move in with him?”

If it weren't for the baby pinning him down, Tim would've been on his feet some time ago. Pacing the living room, hands limp at his sides, jostling with every step. Had it not been for the baby, he knows Sylvia would've been long gone by now, too. Like they planned when they were younger, when the responsibility of making sure the siblings had enough to eat and Dad got to work in the morning seemed like it would vanish when they turned eighteen. 

If it weren't for the baby on his chest, Sylvia would've been a million miles away instead of playing house with a wannabe thug. 

“He’s settled down now,” she justifies, “has been ever since Harvey went away.”

Tim throws his head back, running his tongue over his teeth. It was quite the day for the press when Harvey Dawson went down; put away for years over an illegal firearm, personal vendetta, and shitty aim. That waitress was never supposed to get shot, he’d been screaming that when the cops drug him out of his house at four in the morning, but it doesn't change the fact he went to the Dingo to kill someone. He was seventeen then, last year, and it'll be a long damn time until he ever gets out. Sylvia’s right, watching that better be sobering. 

Her arms are crossed over her chest now, eyes narrowed. “Don’t look at me like that- like I’ve never dated a fucking greaser before.” She scoffs again, hands pulling at her dark green shirt before she turns. “Hold on a minute,” she spits, “thought Ma was lying when she said chafing was the worst part, gotta take this bra off.” 

His voice carries down the hall, echoing off the paper-thin walls. Even if it’s only eight o’clock, she knows her neighbours are gonna have something to say about all the ruckus on her way to work tomorrow. “He’s nineteen, Sylvia! He doesn't know the first fuckin’ thing about takin’ care of you or your baby.”

A silence rests heavy in the air then. Lori stirs on his chest, settling when he drops one scarred hand between her frail shoulders. Tim Shepard had never been one to be around babies as much as kids and teenagers. When his siblings were still babies, his mother was still at home and taking care of them to the best of her abilities, even if her children would all come to resent her in a few years time. Tim never had much experience with babies, being as cold and tuff as he was, but that didn't mean he didn't like them. Especially when they were sleeping like this. 

Doors and floorboards creak when Sylvia comes out of her bedroom, down the hallway left of the kitchen. She curses under her breath as she rifles through every cupboard and drawer, face whiter than the linoleum tiles. “Nononono,” she repeats like a mantra, oblivious to the dread curling in Tim’s stomach when he stands, cradling Lori to his chest. “You motherfucker, you wouldn't-”

The telephone, red paint already peeling rests between her shoulder and ear as she dials furiously. Standing in the kitchen now, Tim stares at the refrigerator. Magnets hold parking tickets, schedules, phone numbers on its yellowed surface. 

“Shirley? Yeah, it's Sylvia-”

The counters are cluttered. Dishes air dry in the sink while coffee mugs and empty cereal boxes, a single wilted flower, take up space in the corners and windowsill. 

“No, Lori’s alright, it's Billy. I-I don't know where he is-”

The phone is slammed back down, with enough force for the body in Tim’s hands to jolt awake for a split second. His hands move automatically, tracing small circles on her back; like Angela and Curly always asked when they couldn't fall asleep. Sylvia moves past them wordlessly, eyes set on the brown purse hanging on the back of a chair. Her hands tremble as she pulls at the clasp and zipper, sending wrinkled bills and coins falling to the table. To anyone else, her shaking hands and blank stare wouldn't mean much. Not unless they'd grown up together. She drops into her chair and holds her head in her hands, not moving. Not even when the second chair is pulled out, creaking from the sudden weight. 

“What’s goin’ on, Sylv? You can tell me.”

“He took the money,” she mumbles into her sleeves. “Had the rent an’ everything in an envelope on the bedside table, an’ now it's gone.”

Bloodshot eyes bore into him, blood stains her lip the more she bites at the dead skin. Her hands move to her hair, pushing and pulling until white knuckles poke through the strawberry blonde. “His momma hates me- doesn't even really think Lori’s her granddaughter. She wouldn't tell me where he is, even if she knew.” Four eyes linger on the money on the table, the apartment growing darker as the sun sinks further below the mansions to the west. “Forty-six fifty,” Sylvia answers weakly. “Emptied the bank account for groceries and rent this week, took the rest out tonight to pay your bail.”

“Why did you bail me out?”

They were six and seven when they first met. Lived only four blocks from each other, passed one another in the halls and on the playground every day. It wasn’t until he was ten and she was nine that they finally spoke, the Shepard kids breaking bottles and tossing rocks against the asphalt when she came down the street and asked to join. A silent understanding, alliance, even was made that day. After all, kids only ever came to the lot if it was better than being at home. 

Dallas, Johnny, and even Bob Sheldon's death left an ugly red stain on Tulsa. Eden years after, when it seemed that things were starting to move forward, it lingered. Everyone knew of Bob and Dallas, two polar opposites, killed by their enemies only days and a few blocks apart. It meant no one was safe. No one was as invincible as their childhood had led them to believe. 

“How’d you get my number?”

Billy Dawson was meant to be a fresh start. A God-given sign her life in Tulsa wasn't over. And like the fool that she was, Sylvia dove headfirst, forgetting that even the Devil was an angel at one point. Maybe that's all he was ever meant to be- a lesson. A lesson to avoid temptation and stay on her path, before she cut off all her roots and was left in an apartment with a baby and not even fifty dollars to her name. 

“Asked around,” Tim answers nonchalantly. “Eventually ran into your momma downtown, got it from her. Got your address, too, but figured you were gettin’ sick of me at that point. Y’know, if you were willing to move across town and have a kid without tellin’ me.”

“I know you'd be mad at me once you found out who I was seein’,” she says suddenly. “Billy an’ the rest of his boys have never been your biggest fans, either.” She almost smiles. The idea of being eighteen now, and some silly little rivalry from her youth still dictating her life was enough to make her forget about the money for a moment. “I don't even know why I did it- guess I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

Tim chuckles tiredly across the table, raising one hand to rub his eyes. She sounds like Angela, he thinks. She tries too damn hard to solve her own messes, Lord forbid her brothers come along and lighten the load. “I was never mad at you, Syl. Jesus, if you wanted to move out, I woulda helped you find a place! We woulda helped you move! We woulda found you a better guy than Billy Dawson, too, that's for damn sure.”

They stay there longer than they should've. Until it's too dark to read the clock hanging behind Tim’s head, until it's as if nothing had changed at all and they'd never been forced apart by circumstances of their own design. Sylvia holds her daughter now, in the dark, cramped kitchen, shifting her weight from foot to foot. The apartment creaks and groans the longer Tim walks around it, hands pushed deep in his pockets and the collar of his leather jacket almost touching his jaw. He studies everything he can see, from Lori’s finger paintings on the kitchen floor beneath the table, to the fist-sized hole in the living room wall. It's beside the door and makes him wonder how the hell he missed it when he first came inside. 

He wraps one hand around the doorknob, unlocking the deadbolt before he twists it and comes face to face with a cramped beige hallway. “Remember when we were kids, an’ you used to come over all the time?”

She laughs. “Between your place and Buck’s, I didn't need to go home. You woulda thought I was an orphan.”

He nods, smiles a little- the ripped skin on his cheek shifting is proof. “I, uh… I meant what I said, ‘bout the couch being yours if you needed it. Hell, we can do some rearranging if we need to stick a crib in Angela’s room.”

“Don’t make offers I might have to take you up on,” Sylvia groans as she crosses the floor into the living room. She follows his eyes until she finds the hole in the wall, exactly parallel with her face. “Rent’s due on Friday an’ I don't get paid ‘til Monday. Even then, it's not like it'll be enough when all I do is flip switches all day.”

“You should come over tomorrow night,” he answers as he steps over the threshold, “it's Curly’s turn to make dinner an’ we need a neutral party to tell him he fucking sucks at it.”

“I'll see if I can fit you in my schedule. Call me when you get home, yeah? It can get pretty rough around here at night.”

He rolls his eyes and reaches to close the door. “Jesus, Sylvia, you're forgetting who you're talking to, doll.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get outta here, I gotta put the kid to bed.

“It was good to see you, Syl.”

She smiles back at him, using the back of her hand to stifle a yawn and pull Lori just a little bit closer. “It was good to see you, too, Shep. Not that I missed you or nothin’-”

Just as he had always been, Tim pops his collar before making his way down the hall, waving with the back of his hand as the stairs grow nearer. “‘Course not.”

vanilla or chocolate?

Vanilla unless it’s literal chocolate

pineapple or orange?

Orange

summer or fall?

Summer

winter or spring?

Spring!

coke or pepsi?

Coke

flip flops or converse?

Chuck Taylors

thanksgiving or christmas?

Thanksgiving

lil wayne or kanye west?

Kaaannnnyyyeeee

degrassi or glee?

You said what?

iphone or blackberry?

Neither. Get a life.

baseball or football?

X games motocross and mma

basketball or soccer?

Listen..

facebook or myspace?

MySpace 🥺… the original

twitter or photobucket?

Do either even exist?

snapple or vitamin water?

Snaps

math or social studies?

DAM.

I can’t choose they’re equally terrible

Math.

purple or red?

💜💜💜

mac or dell?

I don’t even have a computer anymore

msn, aol, or aim?

Aim 🥺

uggs or emu?

Sorel

facebook chat or IM?

Texting

texting or calling?

Calling

air heads or starburst?

Starburst 💦

sweet or sour?

Both

paramore or the fray?

Who?

sunrise or sunset?

Sunrise but … sunset

girly girl or tomboy?

Tomboy

delia’s or hot topic?

Hot topic but I do miss Delia’s

ipod or cd player?

I have a phone

love or money?

Love

Here’s the latest. You know, the best thing about the Internet is the ability to talk about yourself. A LOT.

If I looked on the bed next to you, what would I find?

My man

Do you go to the bathroom with the door open or closed?

Depends on the bathroom. Like home bathroom or work bathroom?

Are your underwear and socks folded in your drawer or just thrown in?

A nice even mixture of both because i hardly have drawers

Sleep on your back or stomach?

All over

Are you a cuddler?

Yes, although I’m also the cuddled

What would I find if I looked UNDER your bed?

Clothes because I kind of don’t have drawers

Something that happened today that made you angry?

My boyfriend, because he was at work and not with me, even though I was also at work, but it annoyed me.

What were you doing before this survey?

Reuniting myself with my tumblr for the 578th time

What will you do after the survey?

Bed

Marriage or living together?

Marriage is the preference but he moved himself in and I didn’t say no

What shirt are you wearing now?

Black tank top with a green tie dye hoodie

Do you sing?

Yea but the cigarettes really throw a wrench

Do you de-label your beer bottles?

I don’t drink beer

Do you talk about your feelings or hide them?

Bury! Bury them all!

Is there something you regret and wish you could take back?

Eh, no

First thing you do when you wake up?

🫢

Ever had surgery?

Twice

Last argument you got into with?

I live with my man, take a wild guess

Do you tend to rip the paper off water bottles?

I don’t use those I have the metal refillable ones

What’s one good thing about your best friend?

He listens to me complain and loves me anyway. He calms me down. He has my back

How long does it take for you to fall asleep at night?

Most of the entire night

Current song on myspace?

🙄

When you shut off your alarm clock, do you tend to fall back asleep?

Remember the question about who i last had an argument with?

If you were given the chance to take care of a monkey for a weekend, would you?

No.

What are you looking forward to in the next few months?

Finishing school

It��s Wednesday afternoon, where are you usually?

Work

Honestly, if you could have ANYONE in the world, who would it be?

The one I have now

Your Christmas list consists of?

We still doing that?

Ok cool I want a house

No no no I want a million dollars for Christmas

You’re going to New York for school shopping, where do you go first?

I guess this question is assuming I got what I wanted for Christmas

You need a new pair of jeans, what store do you go to first?

Abercrombie or temu there is no in between

How do you feel about your hair?

I like my hair

What movie is in your DVD player?

DVD player lol

If you could move away, no questions asked, where would you move?

Italy

How much do looks matter to you in a guy/girl?

I’d be lying if I said they don’t matter at all. They matter. A lot. However, once I love that person, they could let themselves go and I’d still love them just as much. But since they’re already attractive they prob aren’t going to let themself go feel me

What’s the greatest thing that happened to you today?

My son came home from babysitting and my boyfriend came home from work and we’re all safe and sound and home together

What would you change about your life right now?

Money

How many TRUE best friends do you have?

1, may be 2

What’s the best feeling in the world?

Being in his arms, head in his chest, and he randomly kisses me on the head

survey #065

Favorite South Park character? I don't watch it. The super immature-type humor isn't for me. What are your views on abortion? I am entirely pro-choice. Does your dad barbecue a lot? I don't live with my dad. It was rare back when my parents were together, but it would happen now and then. Who’s your favourite character from one of your favourite books? I remember I really liked Dally in The Outsiders. What are some of your interests? Animals, art (like photography, drawing, writing, etc.), video games, reading, music (specifically metal), science stuff...

What is your favorite animal? Meerkats of course, but I am also really into opossums, tarantulas, and snakes. Who is the last person you sent a Facebook message or comment? My friend Baylee. She wanted me to shoot her upcoming wedding, but she was letting me know that she was calling off the wedding and we talked for a while about that. She's going through it right now and I really hope this all goes well. She hasn't told her fiance yet... Have you ever had a teacher hit on you? No, that would REALLY creep me out. Have you ever hit on a teacher? Nope. Do you know what an "AMV" is? Yep, used to make 'em sometimes. Would you rather be a bird or a fish? Bird, for sure. What is your favorite type of muffin? I actually really like blueberry muffins. Chocolate chip is good, too. What is the background on your computer? The background and lock screen are both pictures of meerkats. Who in your life are you scared to lose more than anything? My mom, very closely followed by Girt. Have you ever cheated on someone without them finding out about it? No, because I don't cheat to begin with. Was the last person you kissed male or female? Male. Who were you with the last time you went swimming? Just Mom at the gym. Who was the last letter you wrote addressed to? Jason. Do you believe the Holocaust happened? Of fucking course I do. I cannot fathom how deniers even exist. I'll never forget in high school we actually had a man who survived it talk about it in front of the students. I still remember how fucking disrespectful a lot of people were, murmuring and just in general not paying attention. Does it ever bother you when you see someone damaging the environment? Yes, in fact it really fucking pisses me off. Do you listen to OTEP? Oh my god, someone who knows who they are. Yeah, they're high on the favorites list. I have a tattoo of the lyrics "perfectly flawed" by them. Why were you last in a hospital? I was suicidal. Has anyone ever told you that you have a cute nose? Yes, actually. When was the last time you wrestled? I dunno, I'm sure it was sometime with Girt though. Who was the last person’s voice you heard? Well I'm listening to Rammstein, so Till Lindemann's. Have you ever done something sexual that you regret? Yeah, shouldn't have done things I have on someone else's bed. What are the names of all the people you have dated? Aaron, Juan, Jason, Tyler, Sara, and Donald. What do you like better: Dr Pepper or Pepsi? Dr. Pepper; I'm a Coke person, not Pepsi. I don't like drinking Dr. Pepper if I haven't had my antacid med that day though, because it causes it BAD otherwise. How do you like to eat your eggs, if you like them at all? Scrambled with cheese. Gonna have to start trying some new stuff soon though, I'm starting a high-protein diet with this weight loss program I took up yesterday and it sounds like eggs are gonna be a very common thing to eat with how picky I am. What color of eyes attracts you most? Sapphire blue. Do you drink lots of water? I used to drink pretty much literally none, but back onto the diet thing, I'm trying real hard to just suck a lot down. When was the last time you were really grossed out? Earlier when scrolling through Facebook. I didn't WANT to abruptly see a rhino give birth, but I did lmao. Have you ever worn a belly shirt in public? No, not even when I was fit. That's a level of confidence I don't have. Where is your significant other? He's at work. Did your last ex try to get back together with you after the break-up? No, *I* was actually the one who talked to her once about trying to be a couple again, but she declined. Nowadays I'm glad, lol. If you were paralyzed from the neck down, would you still want to continue living? Why or why not? NO NO NO NO NO NO. This is like my biggest fucking fear ever and why I'm horrified of driving. I would 120% rather be dead. Have you ever known anyone with an eating disorder? I do know someone recovered from I believe bulimia. Do you ever feel like someone would be disappointed to see your body or are you comfortable with your body enough where you don’t think that? I am fucking HORRIBLY self-conscious of my body. So much so that even after all this time my boyfriend has barely (if at all) "seen" most clothed parts of me. I don't even let him touch my legs under clothes. What is your favorite flavor of Monster? I don't like Monster. Have you ever written on someone’s face in your yearbook? Yeeeaaah, as a mean kid. What is your favorite stuffed animal that you own? There are three big contenders here: Brownie, the moose plush I got from Cabela's in Ohio and slept with most of my childhood; the stuffed meerkat Jason gave me named Rebel; and a cute little bat that Jason's now-deceased mother gave me. Do you have any trophies? Yeah, somewhere. Have you ever been in a talent show? Nope. Have you ever won a contest? A few. Do you like screamo music? No. Does your family have a secret? I don't think so. What do you like about the lead singer from your favorite band? As for Ozzy, he's... Ozzy, ha ha. I think that is a perfectly acceptable answer. For Rammstein, I love how gentle and kind of a human Till really is. One of my favorite things I've ever read was an adorable quote from an interview about how he was contemplating getting rid of his "fishies" because he's never home and it's dark in there with all the shades closed and just oh my god he's so pure and also simultaneously just a certified fucking chaos goblin. He will do some WILD shit. When/where are you most likely to sing? Hm, I guess the car. Maybe. I don't really sing. Would you ever wish to explore a cave? That's literally a dream of mine. What is the most illegal thing you’ve done? Ridden in the passenger's seat with a driver who was high. I was fucking terrified. If we got pulled over, both of our asses would've gone to jail. What is your birthstone? Do you have any jewelry with it? Amethyst, and yes. Who was your first love? Jason. Who was your first kiss and when? Jason, March of 2012. Who was your first prom date? Jason. Who was your first room mate? ... Still Jason ha ha, plus a pair of friends that were also a couple. What was your first job? Sales associate at GameStop. Where did you go for your first date and who was it with? The roller rink with my first "boyfriend" Aaron and I remember like, two or more friends also being present. Was that even a date at that age? idk Who was the first person to send you flowers? I think my parents at dance recitals. Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or a groomsmen? My older sister Ashley's. What was your first career choice? Paleontologist. What was your first sport? I want to say t-ball. Do you think it’s cute when you’re going down the road and see a dog with its head hanging out the window? Oh absolutely, I'd love to know that kind of bliss, ha ha. Does anyone in your family play in a band? What band? No. What’s the biggest spider you’ve come across? In the wild, probably just a wolf spider, really. I've held a tarantula at an exotic pet store, though. Have you ever been bitten by anything venomous? I have not. Which Mario game would you say is your favorite? That is, if you even like Mario? I think Mario Kart is fun with others. Do you have a deviantART account? I have two, actually. One just for photography and then the other is for like drawings and poetry. Have you ever pet a tarantula? Ha ha yes, even though you're not supposed to PET them; American species have urticating hairs on their abdomen that are very irritating to the skin to deter predators. I did in fact get a rash on my hand. Look, I didn't know ANYTHING about tarantulas back then, cut me some slack lmao. What was the first television show you were obsessed with? Pokemon. Have you ever been in a car wreck? Yes. Has anyone ever taken your own clothes off you before? Yeah. Did you kiss the last person you really wanted to kiss? Yes. What’s your favorite flavor of Doritos? Cool Ranch. What kinds of things are going wrong in your life right now? My lack of a job or going to school or just doing something worthwhile is the main thing. My weight loss hasn't been going as planned, but that'll hopefully start to change now... and I've been bad about not exercising, even though now we have the exercise bike. My mental health isn't fantastic. I really need to get my shit together. What kinds of things are going right in your life right now? My relationship with Girt, more than anything. That's... kinda all I can think about right now. [TW: RAPE] What was the last thing that made you feel sick to think about? I can't remember how my brain went here, but I suddenly recalled the time my sister was nearly raped by a childhood neighbor on our trampoline. Who is one very unique celebrity/musician/whatever that you love? I'd call Markiplier a unique one. Do you know any children who are very advanced for their age? I don't think so. How many Tim Burton movies have you seen? What do you think of his movies/animation style? Oh I don't know, loads. I adore his style. Do you park your car in a garage, carport or just in a driveway? We only have a driveway. Who is the person you dislike the most? My uncle that my family no longer associates with. How many cars can fit in your driveway? Barely even two. Do you have a little sister? I do. She's not so "little" anymore though, hasn't been for years. Do you think that your boyfriend/girlfriend can also be your best friend? I think they SHOULD be your best friend, at least one of 'em. Do you wear glasses? I do. Wish I could wear contacts, but they annoy the fuck outta me. What’s on your mind? I'm actually really hyped, a YouTuber I'm a big fan of whose individual channel I'm now explored has a playthrough of Parasite Eve 3, which I've wanted to see for years. It's a PSP exclusive so one I can't play myself, but it's also quite hated among original fans of the series and I'm curious, ha ha. Are you guilty of flirting too much? Definitely not. I only ever flirt with my boyfriend, anyway. What are your plans for tomorrow? Nothing, really. What is your middle name? Marie. Is there a name that you can’t stand but it’s the name of a loved one? Ha ha soooo I hate the name Donald, I hate his nickname, AND I hate his last name. Poor fuckin' guy lmao. When did you last make up a baby’s bottle? Never. What place outside of your own home do you spend the most time at? My sister's place. Hell, or my doctor's office. All my current doctors work at the same place. Why did you last see a doctor? My throat wasn't recovering from Covid and I'd practically entirely lost my voice, so I needed some antibiotics and stuff. Do most of your relatives live in the same state/province as you? No. Only my immediate family is here. Have you ever participated in a medical study? Quite sure no. Do you have any family members who are cancer survivors? My mom, twice. <3 I know I have one aunt (who we no longer associate with) who survived breast cancer, and I feel like there's more... Describe your favorite pair of sunglasses. I don't own any, but I've always wanted heart-shaped ones, probably a rose gold color. Do you have any licenses other than your driver’s license? No.

soooo today i learned that back in the early 90s, coca cola tried making this thing called “ok soda” as a marketing stunt to beat out pepsi since they had way more of a hold on the “younger/rebellious” generation at the time, and their way of doing that was naming it “ok soda” so that they could copyright the word “ok”, the most popular word in the world, and at the same time brand it as an…ironic soda??? like the whole thing with it was that they tried to brand ok soda as a counterculture soda but instead of making it about typical 90s RADICAL EXTREME!!! fodder the theme of it was uh. unsettling capitalist brutalist dystopia. instead of being bright and colorful the color scheme was only stark whites, grays and reds and the cans looked like this. bold shapes and labels stating ominous, robotic things with a figure always staring dead into you on the front, no coca cola branding on it at all.

sometimes there would be “prize cans” of this stuff where instead of having soda inside it there would be hats. and they didn’t sell this option in boxes by the way they just put prize cans in random vending machines. and put like 25 cents in it so hey. you could get an actual soda that isn’t just hats. maybe.

did i mention that this soda also had a fucking MANIFESTO??? because yeah it sure had that printed on some cans and it goes as follows

and there’s these things called “coincidences”, which… yeah it doesn’t make it sound any less ominous

and you might be wondering how the soda itself tastes like does it taste good? ok? well apparently it was just a regular “citric” tasting soda but somehow they fucked it up so bad that it was compared to “carbonated tree sap”, and instead of trying to make the drink taste better they included that it tasted like shit, INTO THE ADVERTISING SCHEME ITSELF. they would literally advertise that it tasted like ass as a part of the ironic marketing, no i am not kidding.

but if you thought that’s where it ended there’s one more curveball and without any exaggeration, you will not expect what i am about to tell you.

take a look at this guy.

this guy is the “face” of ok soda, as in he was printed on the most cans and technically served as a mascot of sorts for the entire thing. his face was a major part of the branding, and this design for the cans was one of if not the most common.

okay. cool. no issue there right?

take a guess on who this guy is based off of.

the artist’s coworker? a generic guy? the artist himself? a relative? some random reference model they hired?

CHARLES MANSON. YES, THIS IS REAL. MEANING FOR A BRIEF MOMENT IN TIME, CHARLES MANSON’S FACE WAS USED AS A MEANS TO SELL COCA COLA.

the lead artist himself has even come forward to say this is the case. and now you may be asking wait. how’d he do this? how’d he possibly get away with this, years after the crimes had been committed?

well according to him, it was simple. apparently none of the contracts he signed said anything against putting a mass murderer on the can. so. there’s THAT.

unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it, ok soda never really caught on since *surprise surprise!* teens really don’t want to buy soda that looks like a brutalist art museum, and it never had a wide release so it was only a thing for like two years between 1993 and 1995. but from what i’ve heard there’s still people who are giving this soda a small modern following, collecting all the cans and merchandise and even coming up with stand in recipes for the soda formula itself.

so yeah! that was ok soda.

what the fuck