#and they're open to exploring that road with me

[cartographers-office]

The Cars of Mario Kart World

Mario Kart World introduces a brand new open-world style to the Mario Kart series, and with it, an entire island jam-packed with details to explore. While others were focused on completing missions, finding medallions or jamming to the banger soundtrack, another detail caught my attention: The many cars, trucks and other vehicles seen all over the island.

Together with @seandwalsh, we have catalogued every type of vehicle that can be found in this game, and discovered there seems to be a surprising amount of thought over which brands each vehicle belongs to. So here's our breakdown of what the biggest car manufacturers in Mario Kart World are!

Dash

The biggest car brand in Mario Kart World seems to be Dash, represented by a mushroom emblem. What could be their main office can be seen in Crown City, plastered with advertisements and their logo all around. Their slogan is "Accelerate the fun". They appear to sell popular cars for regular use, and are responsible for most cars around the island, including taxis and sheriff cars.

Fire Flower

Fire Flower is another brand of cars for popular use found in Mario Kart World. Their emblem is a square-ish Fire Flower and their slogan, according to a sticker, is "Bloom outdoors". This fits perfectly with the types of cars that carry their emblem, those being outdoors cars such as minivans, RVs and off-road cars. Amazing attention to detail.

Fire Flower also provided the new Mario Kart Television vans.

Super Leaf

Leaving the realm of cars, Super Leaf seems to be the main seller of large vehicles, and their emblem is, adequately, a Super Leaf. They are responsible for the cargo trucks, ramp trucks and tour buses that provide service around the island. The large drivable cargo trucks also appear to be modified versions of this company's trucks.

Interestingly, they make the box trucks that run around dropping Dash Mushrooms on the road. These trucks also have Toad Manufacturing branding on them (the company that runs Toad’s Factory), suggesting that they collaborated with them (or maybe modified Super Leaf trucks).

They also have a smaller mini truck model for regular use.

Banana

The Banana brand might only have a single model of trucks found in Mario Kart World, which bears this company's banana emblem on them, but it's clear that thought was still put in this Donkey Kong-owned company. Their trucks are seen carrying barrel cannons and surfboard ramps around roads. Fitting, for the Kongs. 

As a bonus, I have a small theory about this company. Taking the fact that this is a Kong company and that their trucks are used to carry surfboard ramps around, it makes me think of one specific mechanic Kong with a love of surfing…. Funky has been involved in making barrel cannons before, after all.

Nothing is confirmed, but this is fun headcanon to have.

Spiny

The last brand seen on vehicles around the island is called Spiny, and they are branded with a Spiny Shell emblem. Only one model of truck carries this emblem, a purple pickup truck with orange flames. Given the name, and how their trucks are the only ones that carry enemies, it's possible this company is owned by Bowser or Bowser's Minions.

These trucks have been seen carrying Bomber Bill cannons, Hammer Bros., Spikes and other minions, (and vending machines, apparently). A fun little detail is that, unlike other cars that have Toads, Koopa Troopas and Shy Guys driving them around, Spiny trucks have only Koopa Troopas, the most iconic forces in Bowser's Minions.

Rosalina Automobile

A Rosalina Automobile (or Automobiles, pick one, Nintendo!) building can be found in Crown City, along with other advertisements and stickers around the island, but no cars seem to bear their star-shaped emblem. For a game with so much attention to detail, it seems odd to have a car brand with no cars. Maybe they haven't opened yet? Or maybe they're actually a rental service?

Other vehicles

Lastly, a few other vehicles don't seem to carry any car brands, making it difficult to guess which company made them.

One of them is a toy-esque car with Toad Manufacturing branding that races around dropping items on the road. Unlike the Mushroom truck, this one has no apparent emblem on it. Since it looks much more cartoony, and resembles the design of Toad's Factory, it is perhaps an entirely original creation by them.

The other three of those vehicles are all the same model of pickup truck, seen carrying around pipes and lifts. They belong to a company called Hammer Bros. Repair Services, but it is unclear who provided the vehicles themselves. The truck's grill and headlights form the shape of a spanner, so perhaps they were customized by this company.

And that's all @seandwalsh and I could gather from the vehicles seen in Mario Kart World!

Thank you for reading through my ramblings, and I hope you can now appreciate this miniscule detail in an already amazing game. If I find anything else about those vehicles, I'll make sure to make a follow up post in the future!

[skzficdump]

Dressing Room Temptations

paring: idol!jeongin x manager's daughter fem!reader

gender: smut

word count: 910

warnings: unprotected sex (dont), creampie, dirty talk, rough sex, degradation, teasing, secret relationship

I've been on the road with Jeongin and the rest of the band for what feels like forever, but in reality, it's only been a few weeks. As the daughter of the band's manager, I've always been around, but this time it's different. This time, Jeongin and I are sharing something special, something secret.

Stray Kids is on a roll, performing sold-out shows every night, and the energy backstage is electric. Jeongin, with his charismatic stage presence and undeniable talent, is the life of the party, but he always finds time for me. Our stolen moments are rare and precious, and they always end with his hands all over my body, his lips on mine, and his cock deep inside me.

Tonight, after another explosive performance, the band is celebrating with a wild after-party. I slip away from the chaos, my heart pounding with anticipation as I make my way to Jeongin's dressing room. I know he'll be there, waiting for me.

I push open the door, and there he is, his back to me as he stands by the mirror, wiping off his stage makeup. He turns to face me, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he takes in my eager expression.

"There you are," he says, his voice a low growl. "I was starting to think you weren't going to show up."

I close the door behind me, locking it for good measure. "Wouldn't miss this for the world," I respond, my voice filled with anticipation.

Jeongin pulls me close, his hands already exploring my body. He leans down to whisper in my ear, "You know we have to keep this a secret, right? Your dad would kill me if he found out I was fucking his daughter."

I shiver at his words, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through my veins. "I know," I whisper back. "But I don't care. I just want you."

He smiles, a dark and promising expression. "Good, because I want you too. Now turn around and bend over the chair."

I do as I'm told, my heart racing with anticipation. Jeongin's hands roam over my body, teasing and tantalizing every inch of my skin. He leans down to kiss and bite at my neck and shoulder, marking me as his.

"Such a good little thing, aren't you?" he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble. "So eager for my cock."

I let out a soft moan, pushing my ass back against his growing erection. He chuckles, a low and dangerous sound. "Eager little slut, aren't you?"

He reaches around to tease my chest, his fingers rolling and pinching my nipples until they're hard and sensitive. His other hand trails down my stomach, dipping lower until it finds my throbbing clit. Jeongin strokes me slowly, a cruel and teasing pace that has me begging for more.

"Please, Jeongin," I whimper, pushing my hips forward to meet his touch.

"Please what?" he asks, a mocking tone in his voice. "You want my cock? You want me to fill you up and fuck you senseless?"

"Yes," I gasp, my body trembling with need.

Jeongin chuckles again, a dark and promising sound. "Not yet, my little slut. I want to play with you first."

He continues to tease my body, his touch light and feather-like, driving me wild with desire. He kisses and bites at my neck, his hands exploring every inch of my skin. I'm a mess of need and desire, my body begging for release.

Finally, Jeongin relents, spinning me around to face him. He lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he enters me in one swift, deep thrust. We both let out a satisfied groan, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

Jeongin starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, but quickly picking up pace. He fucks me roughly, our bodies slapping together with each powerful thrust. The room fills with our heavy breathing and the sounds of our pleasure.

"Such a good little fuck toy," Jeongin growls, his voice a deep and dangerous rumble. "Taking my cock so well."

I moan, my head falling back as I give myself over to the pleasure. "Yes, I'm your little slut," I gasp. "Your little fuck toy."

Jeongin's hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as he uses my body for his pleasure. He leans down to capture my lips in a hungry kiss, swallowing my sounds of pleasure.

"Come for me, my little slut," he commands, his voice a deep and dominant growl. "Show me how much you love my cock."

My body obeys, my inner muscles clenching around Jeongin as I find my release. Jeongin follows soon after, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm as he fills me with his hot cum, marking me from the inside out.

He holds me close, our bodies still connected as we both come down from our high. Jeongin leans down to kiss me softly, a contented smile on his face.

"That was fucking incredible," I whisper, my body still tingling with the aftermath of our passionate encounter.

Jeongin pulls out slowly, a satisfied smirk on his face as he sees his seed leaking out of me, a creampie evidence of our rough and passionate fuck. "Yes, it was. And we can do it again anytime you want, my little slut. But for now, let's get you cleaned up before anyone gets suspicious."

[thefanficmonster]

Never Beating the Allegations

Colby Brock x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: A compilation of Colby and Y/N being far too obvious with their feelings for one another for the entire world to see. Basically, a YouTube documentation spanning several channels that marks the history of this goofy relationship

"It's fucking nighttime already, dude! We're running two hours behind schedule!" Sam complains through a smile, shaking his head at Colby who's trailing behind him with bags full of snacks. "All because someone spent those two hours scouring a store!

They're currently in Canada following the filming of a couple investigations for Hell Week with Kris and Celina. As Sam said, they were supposed to be two hours along the road back home already - a very tiny portion of their roadtrip back, seeing as how they didn't get to buy plane tickets on time. So, they settled for a two day roadtrip and the adventure it would bring on.

Colby, not at all bothered by Sam's accusations, smiles at the camera, "I promised Y/N I'd bring back signature Canadian snacks for her. There is no chance in hell I go home empty-handed. She'd kill me." As if to prove he is serious about his quest, he lifts the two heavy looking bags for the camera to get a better shot of them.

Sam's smile falters, replaced by a highly offended frown, "So you're telling me we're not gonna eat any of those snack on the road?" Colby - folding with laughter, mind you - shakes his head. "Are you fucking ki-...."

* * * * *

"I'm almost done!" Y/N calls out from her spot in front of the mirror where she's been stuck for the past thirty minutes trying to even out her winged liner.

A groan comes from a far distance but is still picked up by her phone microphone and is heard by the audience of Y/N's Instagram live, "You keep saying that!"

Not ten seconds later, the door is thrown open, provoking a laugh from the girl. She lowers her hand and takes her attention away from her reflection to pay her roommate proper acknowledgement. "Give me a second, sheesh! Can't a girl make herself pretty in peace?"

Although he never enters the frame fully, the live chat is already flowing with cheers of Colby's name. Whether it was wishful thinking or an educated guess on their part is a mystery. Regardless, they're entirely correct, their suspicions confirmed when they hear his voice and see his arm come into frame, his hand cupping Y/N's chin to tilt up her face.

"You're always pretty." He says, causing her to roll her eyes. At that, he boops her nose with his pointer finger before withdrawing his arm, "You have five minutes to wrap things up."

Y/N's gaze lingers on him until he's out of sight. She shakes her head and catches the camera's eye in the mirror reflection, "The audacity on that man. Tsk

* * * * *

@_y/n_dragonfly Fuck Valentine's Day @_colbybrock

Needless to say, the comments went wild, running with this post on Y/N's Instagram as unofficial proof of the ship the fandom seems to hold so near and dear to their hearts.

Hope dies last, after all. Maybe one day their ship might set-sail.

* * * * *

"Ok, so, update..." Colby chuckles, looking away from the camera he's currently holding blogging style to make sure he doesn't trip on anything, "We were supposed to go grab food before starting the investigation, but then...." He flips the camera to show the backyard of the abandoned house they'll be exploring tonight, "Y/N found a trampoline in the backyard."

As the camera focuses, both Sam and Y/N come into clear view - the former laughing at the latter who's too busy to care. She's too occupied having the time of her life on this raggedy looking trampoline, reveling in childlike joy as she hops around.

Colby sets the camera on the tripod Sam had left nearby, wanting to capture this wholesome moment, even if it didn't make it into the final cut of the video. Though he doesn't see why it wouldn't.

After adjusting the camera, he turns to find Sam has joined Y/N on the trampoline, far more hesitant than she is, though.

"You guys are ridiculous." He remarks as he approaches them, shaking his head with a bright smile on his face.

Y/N lands on her knees so she can be at least halfway at eye-level with her friend, offering him a beckoning hand, "Come be ridiculous too. Don't be a bore."

Colby scoffs and rolls his eyes. Still, he accepts her hand but instead of using it for support to climb up to join his friends on the trampoline, he tugs on it. Y/N lets out a little yelp as she's enveloped in his arms. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist, unwilling to have a rather unpleasant encounter with the ground.

"Colby! Put me down!!" Put her down he most certainly doesn't, instead opting to spin her while securely holding her in his arms, eliciting mock terror-filled screams from her.

Eventually, he does get persuaded into joining her and Sam on the trampoline.

And the whole fiasco eventually makes it into the final cut and onto the internet.

And, inevitably, in edits.

* * * * *

It's an innocent, wholesome TikTok they filmed in the garden of the Conjuring house. Yes, the Conjuring house, no biggie.

Sam is the cameraman who much to his relief didn't even need to orchestrate anything. He just pressed the record button on his phone to capture the tomfoolery going on. The lighting is perfect, provided by the few remaining rays of sunlight before dark befell them. A little lighthearted fun was more than needed before they'd have to go back in the house to chat with spirits for the night.

The video captures Y/N in her natural element - dancing goofily with the pair of headphones they use for the Estes method on her head. The caption under the video reads: 'When the spirits drop a sick beat' and is quite the perfect depiction of the trio's dynamic.

Sam documenting the chaos. Y/N being the chaos. And Colby observing her chaos with heart-eyes from the sidelines.

Although Sam hadn't originally noticed his best friend's awed gaze accidentally captured in the video, the fans most definitely noticed. And, as per usual, they ran with it.

*sigh* These two are never beating the allegations.

@benbarnesprettygurl @jessy-shine @mushycore @richardsamboramylove55 @smuttiest-smuttt @honey-bees-13 @rei-ito

[cramathonn]

ello! are your requests open? if so id like to request lighter x reader headcannons, can be nsfw

tbh an nsfw alphabet would be awesome but it’s up to you if you wanna do that much

anyways take your time, dont forget to drink water, byee! 👋

Oho? An NSFW alphabet request? For the very first time in all of my years of request writing? Hell yeah sibling! Let's get this show on the road!

After finishing thoughts: I started this before he came out... I was right about so many things about him and ON ACCIDENT... Welp, had to edit very little, but enjoy! Sorry for the long wait thought, that's my bad 😞

Reader: meant for anyone to read! No body parts will be specified and no pronouns except "you/yours" will be used

TW: none (as far as I am aware)

Content type: headcanon

MDNI! THERE WILL BE NSFW AFTER THE CUT!

Lighter NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Butterfly kisses all over you and cleaning you up. Doesn't mind a quick after sex showers but they're not a must to him, so he'll only hop in if you insist he joins you. If you don't mind being a bit sweaty untill next morning, he'll gladly cuddle you and take a shower with you in the morning before going out to fulfill his duties as the Sons of Callydon's champion.

B = Body part (their favorite body part in themselves and their partner)

Listen, lighter's favorite body parts of his are his hands and face. He knows he's handsome, he knows he's a damned catch, yet your reactions are the ones that make his heart skip a beat. When you cup his face while making out? Oh, that man is putty now, congrats. Absolutely LOVES letting his hands explore your body, clothed or not, specially if your hands are smaller than his. I can imagine him getting even more turned on just by the fact that he's able to hold both of your hands above your head oh so easily, it's as if you were made for him and his hands to hold.

As for you, I'd say he also has a liking to your face, more specifically, your eyes. Lighter loves seing your different expressions, admiring how your eyes shine with the low blaze of the fireplace or how incredibly hot you look with them half-lifded, irises filled with desire as he touches you. Other favorite parts of his are your thighs and neck. Regardless if your thighs are built like sticks or squishy 'mallows, he will bite them, suck on them and mark them, because seeing them quiver at how good he's making you feel swells his heart with pride. And do I need to explain why the neck? Your scent is there, it's easy to see any marks he makes, if you don't wear high collared clothing, and it elicits such lovely reactions when he as much as touches it, so of course he loves your neck, let him bite it please.

C = Cum (anything cum related)

Lighter strikes me as the thick load type of guy. Doesn't release for long but it is thick. Prefers cumming inside of you, but won't argue if you'd prefer him to cum on your stomach. Oh but seeing your face coated in his relase? Immediate boner. He might have just came, but the moment he sees your face with ropes of his cum in it, it's joever, he's hard again and ready to go. Having you swallow his cum is also a big turn on for him, watching you loudly gulp it down just makes him all flustered inside.

However, if he's bottoming? Do whatever as long as it's not on his face, specifically his eyes. Like, he had to undergo surgery there for fuck's sake, so he's probably really finicky about things getting near them. Otherwise, go ham! Make him swallow you cum, coat his insides with it, cum on top of his pecks and/or stomach. Just keep it clean from his eyes and hair and you're Gucci.

D = Dirty Secrets (self explanatory)

He'd absolutely love to fuck you on his bike, I am not joking. The idea of you all beautiful, sweaty, naked on top of the seat of his bike while he fucks you, eats you or sucks you makes him so hard he has to excuse himself if he's around people.

Has an indescribable desire to masturbate together. Like, no sex, just the two of you masturbating in each other's presence or over a phone call. He wants to do it so bad but is INCREDIBLY anxious about asking it, so he'll leave it only for his imagination.

That and his wishes to be controled and degraded by you in bed. When Lucy degrades him? Nothing, nada, just another normal day. However, when you get angry and insult someone else? Gosh, he wishes that were him. You look so hot like that and he had no idea he liked that type of stuff... Also, pegging is involved in the "being controled by you" category. Please peg him. He'll never tell you he wants it, but god he's begging for it to happen mentally.

E = Experience (do they have experience and know what they're doing?)

My brain is split perfectly in the middle with this one. He either has a considerable amount of experience from his time in the underground ring or he has absolutely zero experience besides the few old movies he managed to fetch from the dumps. For the sake of making it more interesting for me, I'm going with the option that this motherfucker is a damned virgin before he meets you.

If you have more experience? Take the lead, show him what you like, how to pleasure you, help him explore himself and what makes his brain tick, what makes his throat tighten and his eyes glaze over. If neither of you have experience? Go slow together, explore each other and learn what each of you likes. He is absolutely embarrassed that he doesn't know what to do, so please be understanding and take it easy on your teasing for the first time.

Listen, I know he gives fuckboy vibes, the man with the rizz, people puller, the master of the dirty tango (kms for this one/j) but like, he only knows how to partially pleasure himself. Otherwise? Lighter has no idea where to touch or what to do. He would absolutely take the naughty tapes he found in the dumps and the few videos his poor internet allows him to acess as a guide, you'd have to slowly guide him through it.

F = Favorite position (self explanatory²)

In my eyes, Lighter doesn't really have a favorite position. He has preferred ones, yes, but he isn't against trying new ones. The ones he prefers more are Missionary and Cowgirl.

Why those two? Well, he can see your face and stare deep into your eyes in both and he also can grab your thighs during cowgirl to bring you down on him. Bonus, missionary can be varied in of itself! Arms around his neck, above your head, tied to the bed, heck it can even turn into a mating press if both of you are up for it. Its versatility and the fact he gets to see you sprawled beneath him or domineering above him makes it his most preferred position by far.

G = Goofy (Are they serious, goody, etc...)

He falls more on the serious side of the coin. Now, Lighter won't be against cracking a joke here and there, but he's not going to do it all the time. Considering we're going with the "Lighter has no sex experience" belief, he'd originally think he'd have to be hella serious during it, thanks to the videos he watched, but as things progress, he'd realize he could be a bit more goofy. It's not goofy all the time for obvious reasons, but he will tease you and strike a joke every now and then. After all, sex is also supposed to be an enjoyable and fun activity, and jokes are funny, right?

H = Hair (how well groomed? Do the color match?)

Listen, dude might live in the Outer ring, but I like to imagine he is partially groomed. He sees it getting too long and trims it, that's all he does, he doesn't want to yank it or fully shave it. As for color, yes, the carpet does match the drapes, albeit they're slightly more wavy down there at the very tip

I = Intimacy (are they romantic during it?)

Lighter is, to no one's surprise, very romantic during it (or tries to be). We already know that he is weak to romance, and I quote, would be willing to die for love. So, as someone who values you a LOT, he'd be romantic, trust. Kissing you while he fucks you, telling you how much he loves you, this man is pulling all the cards.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanons)

So, I mentioned it earlier, that sometimes he gets so hard he needs to jack off in order to get back to duty. Does it happen often? No, no it doesn't. Lighter is very well composed majority of the times and very respectful of you and your wishes. If you're not up for it, he'll understand and just go take care of his needs by himself. He doesn't see it as being neglected because, hey, not everything's about sex and his partner's wishes are just as important as his.

Now, if Lighter gets a hard on just as he's about to depart for a job with the Sons of Callydon, bro will be so frustrated (and embarrassed), get off his bike, excuse himself for five minutes (it's two), go at it as fast as he humanly can without hurting himself, clean as best as possible, go back like nothing happened and go to the mission. He has a reputation to keep, he can't be looking disheveled after a quick one or let anyone KNOW he beat a quick one, by that matter.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This is the part where my brain wrecks itself because "do I throw my own shit here or do I go crazy?", so I decided to do BOTH!

Lighter striked me as the type to be super into degradation and praise during it. Getting degraded by you, called a slut, a dirty whore and the likes? Oh gosh, he's whimpering, he's a mess, he needs more. After the one time Lighter heard you degrade someone, that kink woke up. And boy oh boy, he might look all cool and stuff, taking compliments from others relatively well, but the moment YOU compliment him? It's over, he's a flustered shy mess and he will deny it to his GRAVE. However, complimenting him during it, saying how good he's doing, will make him almost immediately cum. He is a SERVICE first and foremost, keep that in mind.

Another one he looks like he'd have would be heat play specifically. Drip body safe wax on his body and watch him shiver at the sensation, he loves it. Also choking, please let him do it to you or do it to him. Like I said earlier, he loves your neck and loves seeing his hands on your body, so his hands enveloping your neck? Oh boy, that's so hot to him.

Another one: shibari. Tie him up or let him tie you up. That kink goes along his powerplay, not in a master way, because I think he'd cringe at that, but in a "I am in control here" situation. Being completely under your control is exhilarating to him and he'd absolutely love it. And another obvious one to me, biting. He loves seeing his bitemarks on you and loves the thought of being bitten back (if you do it, he will let out a low moan, so be aware of the power you hold)

L = Location (favorite locations to go at it)

Lighter prefers to be intimate in the comfort of his or your room. Or a secluded place where you two won't be seen, heard or be at risk of danger. He likes the persona he has in front of others and doesn't wanna ruin that but he also really appreciates his privacy, specially for things and situations such as these. While he's not opposed to doing it in public, he'd much rather do it at home, in your shared bed or at any location inside your house.

M = Motivation (what gets them going?)

Seeing you in little to no clothing. Yes, he's seen you naked, yes he's seen you in your underwear, yet it still gets him needy for you, same goes for sexy and/or tight clothes! You whispering dirty things into his ear, your consent and eagerness to go at it just as much as him ough, it makes him go crazy. Have you ever heard the saying "consent is sexy"? Yeah, that's Lighter's motto. He sees you consenting to him fucking your brains out? He's 10x more bricked now, good luck.

N = No (things he wouldn't do, turn offs)

Anything that involves blood. It's common knowledge he cannot stand the sight of it properly, so anything that involves blood is a no go. Also, consensual noncon is also a no go to him. Yes, you might have given your consent, but it feels wrong to him and makes him uncomfortable, so no.

O = Oral (giving, receiving, skill, etc...)

He is pretty indifferent on wether he receives or gives. But again, we're in the "Lighter is a virgin" timeline, therefore, he's not very... Skilled? I mean, he is naturally talented, but besides what he knows from masturbation, he's pretty much in the dark.

Once he gets the ropes though, he's a fucking expert at it, eats you out like you're his favorite dish and sucks you so well like GOD no one has given you head that good before...

Will melt and become a mess if you eat him out or give him head though. Eat him out for the first time and he'll be conflicted, but also on cloud 9. So, give him a break after so he can catch himself and process how he feels about this (he likes it, please eat him out more).

P = Pace (self explanatory³)

Lighter is, at first, slow and insecure. He has no experience, after all. But once he knows what he likes and what you like, it's on sight. You want fast and rough? Alright, he gotchu, you want him to go deep and strong but slow? Already on it! He can vary his pace pretty easily but, when on the receiving end, go rough. When he's feeling sore, be gentle with him but otherwise, go as rough as you can. He wants to feel every part of himself screaming the next day due to how good you made him feel.

Q = Quickie (opinion on them)

Doesn't mind them but prefers longer sessions. If the both of you are horny and in a rush, sure, he doesn't mind it, but wouldn't trade it for long nights with you.

R = Risk (do they take them)

Lighter prefers to play things safe. He is willing to experiment, yes, but if it involves risky things, you'll both need to have a looong talk about it and ensure you're prepared in case anything happens. If you TRULLY want it, he can try, but he'd prefer not to take unnecessary risks, specially not with you

S = Stamina (self explanatory⁴)

Bro is a BOXER for fuck's sake, he has a really good stamina. Can go until you're tired but usually lasts up to 5-6 rounds. Can last more with the... Right incentive (cough cough, aphrodisiac, cough cough), but comfortably lasts 5 and 6 with strain. He starts to cum faster after round 3 so... Be aware of that

T = Toys (do they own any? Do they use them? Self or partner?)

Again, virgin Lighter timeline. He has them, but most likely hasn't used them due to his anxiety. But if you offer to use it on him, he's not so opposed to it- oh, oh he's a moaning mess now... Welp, there's your answer, ig. Vibrators get to him faster, so if you make him use one in public, it'll take all of his might to maintain his composure and not just fucking FALL. He prefers when you use toys on him, but is willing to use them on you too if you really want it.

U = Unfair (do they tease? How much?)

Yes, he teased. When he's on top and dominating, he's going to tease you a lot, specially if you're acting a bit... Bratty. But when he's bottoming? Oh he's a brat, alright. He teases the ever living shit out of you because he finds your reactions endearing (and because it gets you to fuck him harder more often than not)

V = Volume

Top → grunts and huffs, bottom → moans and whimpers. Listen, his noise and his volume depend on his position and it is final. If he's bottoming, he'll be loud, moaning like a bitch in heat, cursing everything because of how good you're making him feel. But if je tops, he lets out more grunts, groans and growls. He'll still curse, but in more of a gruff voice when compared to bottom Lighter moments.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

Listen here, he's either trans and has the juiciest pussy known to man, or he has the biggest dick ever. In both headcanons he has mantits and ass, ok, those are interchangeable. He also likes when you slap his ass and collar him.

Do it, I dare you, he'll moan.

If you slap his ass in public he'll flinch and let out a TOTALLY not manly yelp and will proceed to glare at you with flushed cheeks.

Oh yeah, he also hides his flushed face behind his scarf (when he has it in hands, otherwise he uses his arms)

X = X–Ray

9 inches, slight curved up and thick. Rosy tip, methinks, with some veins popping out very slightly (good luck sucking that)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

A considerably normal sex drive, when compared to his stamina. His mind is dirty, sure, but he doesn't want it all the time. When he wants it, though, it hits him kinda hard. Please help him, he's not rlly good at hiding it.

Z = Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep?)

Kinda fast, actually. He strikes me as the type to fall asleep considerably fast when he's not stuck overthinking... Or when he's been sucked dry beyon belief, turned into a raising, even. So yeah, he falls asleep easily as long as he isn't overthinking or is deadass tired

Written by Cramathonn on 30/12/2024 [dd/mm/yy]

Finished at 11:02pm

[shelbazoidz]

I was rewatching the movie because I hadn’t seen it again in a minute and I saw that Madeline wears glasses to read. She squints at like three different things to try to read it within the first 20 minutes of the movie. I feel like musical Madeline would just struggle to read shit until Helen makes her get a pair. Lets explore that a little.

 (these shorts aren't as heavily edited as my ao3 stories because its just me getting the bees out my brain like I said before. Apologies if it's a lil wonky)

She’s getting suspicious. They’ve been living together for the past five months and Helen’s started to notice a pattern. Every time she points it out Madeline always has an excuse for it. Like why does Madeline have to hold her phone so close to her face when she needs to read something? Oh, of course it's just because she’s tired. 

Whenever they're cuddled on the couch, more often than not Madeline has to squint a little to see what's happening on the TV. But that's just because it's so far away, anyone would struggle to see it. Helen doesn't, but then again she wears her damn glasses. She's also seen Madeline bump directly into a wall that was clear as day. Madeline says she just wasn’t paying attention, she can be so clumsy. Even when that happened a fourth time, Madeline had the same excuse. 

Yeah something's up.  

Helen hoped she'd bring it up on her own but that clearly isn't going to happen. The patience she has runs out as they make their way from their seats while the credits to the movie roll. 

“That was amazing, I wish we hadn't missed the first half hour.” Helen grumbles as they leave the theater in the crowd of people moving sluggishly. 

“Oh my god, I'm sorry! The tickets said 8:30! I swear.” Madeline can only say sorry in so many different ways. 

“If they said 8:30, we wouldn’t have been a half hour late.” She grits out through her teeth. 

“You’re acting like I did this on purpose.”

“Well it feels like it because you didn’t even want to come in the first place.” Helen holds the door open so Madeline can walk through. In a flash her arm sticks out, just before Madeline can run directly into a metal post between the doors.

They share a silent look that Madeline chooses to ignore and continues, “You’re right, I didn't want to come. Historical fiction is lame. But I said I would, and I did! I just thought they said 8:30!”

“And you thought that because you can't see! You need glasses Madeline.” Helen's words make her gasp. 

“I. Do. Not.” 

“Yes you do, Mad. I know you do.” 

“How?” She folds her arms like a child. 

“I'll show you.” Helen looks around the theater lobby. “Alright. If you can see so well, then what color is that guy's tie?” Helen turns Madeline towards a group of people a little ways away. 

“You can't be serious?” She scoffs. 

"If you don't need glasses then just tell me and we'll be done with it.” The challenging look on Helen’s stupid perfect lips makes Madeline want to flip her off. So she does before looking back across the lobby, and tries to see what color the tie is. She can’t even take a guess. Gray? Blue? Fuck, she can’t tell from here. 

“....Green?” She says high pitched and unsure. 

“Wrong.” Helen deadpans. Her eyes search around the space again, landing on a sign that has some information about the theater. It's only a few feet from them. “What about that sign right there? What's it say?” Helen watches as Madeline squints at the sign for a few seconds before huffing.

“I don't know why I'm being quizzed right now.” She averts her eyes, looking anywhere but the sign. Because she knows the answer. It's blurry as hell, she can't read shit. 

“Just admit you need glasses.” Helen sighs. 

“No!” Madeline pushes through the last set of doors that lead outside, stomping her way towards the car.

“Madeline! You drive sometimes! You need to be able to see the road!” Helen chases after her, catching up in a few strides. “Whats the big deal? I wear glasses." 

“Yeah but glasses work for you. You look like a hot librarian. I'll look stupid.” Her head hangs in defeat when she stops under a flickering street lamp. 

“You haven't even tried, can we at least try so you can see. We're dead Madeline, your sight isn't going to get any better.” Helen holds Madeline's shoulders gently with a soft look until she relents.

“Fine…I'll try.” It did suck to have to squint at everything all the time.

“That's all I ask.” A kiss is pressed to Madeline's cheek while she attempts to hold onto her irritation. Another is pressed to the tip of her nose, then to her other cheek, and her forehead. The doting makes a smile break across Madeline's face again. Helen loops their arms together once the pouting is done. The two of them start making their way back to the car. “So are you thinking circle frames?” 

“That is the most disrespectful thing you've ever said to me.” The horrified look on her face at even the concept of circle frames makes Helen burst out laughing.

 

It still takes a few days of convincing and Madeline dramatically throwing herself onto different furniture around their house for them to finally go out to get a pair. The optometrist seems baffled at Madeline's eyes just like the poor doctor she'd seen about her neck. Thankfully he doesn't keel over but Helen sees him standing by a window with a thousand yard stare as she and Madeline head out the door.

“Dead eyes.” He whispers to himself softly. One of his concerned looking coworkers offering him a glass of water. He'll be fine…probably?

The glasses Madeline picks out aren't used immediately. They sit on her dressing room table for two more days until she feels brave enough to put them on.

Early morning rays of light filter in through the sheer white curtain, casting the room in a warm glow. It's a lazy Sunday, they had no plans for today so no one would see her if she looked stupid in the new glasses. The case is clicked open, she holds them up, eyeing the clear frames she decided to go with. The lenses are thicker than she thought they would be. Madeline's head falls back and she groans.

“Might as well sign me up for AARP while we're at it.” She whines, looking at the frames again. “Just do Madeline. You can do it.” She says to herself, sliding them onto her face. Her eyes stay squeezed shut, a slow breath leaving her until she finally opens them again. 

Well this is a pleasant surprise. 

Madeline turns her head side to side, trying to get all her good angles. 

She looks cute. 

She looks good.

She looks hot. 

They don't make her look ancient at all. If anything she likes the cougar energy she radiates now. Ooo! Maybe a sexy secretary? Madeline sits straighter in the chair, getting into character and putting on a dramatic airy voice.

“Oops, sorry the boss isn't here today. Can I help you instead? I'm sure we could squeeze you in.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder before grinning at herself. Yes, this would do just fine.

Besides looking cute, Madeline can see. She can see. Has the world always looked this clear? Surely not? She would have noticed if her vision had gotten that bad over the past few years. It had to of because it feels like someone just turned on the high definition setting in her eyes. Some of her hair is tucked behind her ear, a little smile playing on her lips as her eyes roam over the brightly colored clothing in her closet. Today is absolutely going to be a dress up day. There are so many outfits she needs to see herself in now.

“I take it you like them?” Helen's voice drifts over to her, drawing her out her thoughts. With a grin Madeline turns in her chair to reply.

“Hel, I love them so–...” It feels like her brain stops working when she sees Helen leaning in the doorway in her soft blue robe.  

“They look really good on you, Mad.” The loving smile on Helen's face would make her dead heart stop if it could. 

Madeline should have gotten glasses sooner. She's been missing out.

Yes she knew Helen was gorgeous. She could admit that now that they weren't trying to kill each other most days. Even when she's dressed in her long skirts and beige, Helen is beautiful. But Madeline doesn't think she has seen her this clearly in a while. The warm light coming in from the morning sun highlights Helen's fiery hair. It's like Madeline is lured from her seat just at the sight of her, she's on her feet making her way across the room before she even realizes she's doing it. 

“Give me a twirl.” She asks and Helen gives her a weird look. 

“What?” A brow arches. 

“Humor me?” Madeline puts on the puppy dog eyes, Helen can never say no to.

“Okay werido.” With one more mildly confused look to her, Helen slowly starts turning and tries not to feel self conscious under Madeline's unwavering gaze. 

They aren't painted today since they have nowhere to be so Madeline can see her pale lifeless skin. The robe she's in slips off her shoulder a little when her back is to Madeline.  

She knows it's hard for Helen to believe but she likes her without the paint that makes them look alive. Especially now that she can see all the little freckles that dot across her back and shoulders. Madeline's eyes wander over every detail until Helen is facing her again and she can look into her eyes. Those gorgeous green eyes have a little brown around the iris that look honey colored under the morning sun. There's freckles on her face too. Madeline used to give her shit about them when they were younger (and she could see better) but she's always loved them. It feels like she can't get enough of looking at Helen. 

And she thinks she's fallen in love all over again. 

“What? What are you looking at? Is something wrong?” Helen pats her face nervously. 

“No. Everything's fine.” The silly grin on Madeline's face doesn't let up. 

“Okay, you’re freaking me out. What?” 

“Nothing. You’re just pretty.” The honesty in her voice tugs at Helen's heart strings. 

She laughs awkwardly. “Thanks?” It's still new to hear compliments from Madeline. True ones, ones that make her knees weak. Especially when Madeline looks at her like she's going to devour her right here.

“Like, really pretty, Hel.” Her hands slip around Helen's waist, pulling her closer. She's never loved getting anyone flustered more than she does Helen Sharp.

“We should have gotten you glasses sooner if this is how you act when you can see.” If she could Helen knows she'd be blushing.

“We should have.” Madeline purrs, sliding her hands under Helen’s robe, gliding the tips of her fingers lightly over smooth cool skin.“I wonder what else I can see?” 

“Guess we'll just have to find out, hum?” Helen smirks back, the two of them giggling as they make their way back into the bedroom.

[tttt06]

Love Thy Neighbor

Guy please humor me and play the song. This is the funniest song, and it goes so well with the story😭

This is a safe space so no weird homophobia about Y/N thinking he's gay. Being gay is completely normal and also none of your business. Thanks <3

IdolMinho X Blackreader

Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

Synopsis~ I moved to Korea for better opportunities. With the rise of K-pop, they need more dancers. That is whatI did for a living. It started with complaining to my friend about my gay neighbors waking me up at god-awful times at night, but it went too far. One day I asked them to 'shut the fuck up' in a fit of English. But then I got close. And now, I go over all the time to hang out. Turns out, they might not actually be gay either.

Warning~ Cursing, cock warming, a little aggressive, cunnilingus, virgin, dirty talk. Calls her 'dirty girl' and that's the worst of the worst. Y/N is blunt as hell, and a little asshole.

Word count~ 8.3k

"They're so fucking loud. They have to be having the best gay sex of their lives."

My friend Tanner drank his coffee, "I'm voting for gay sex. But, we love gay sex around here." I quirked an eyebrow, "This is why I think you're gay."

Tanner asked, "I wonder who the top is."

He laughed at his own joke and put the cup down. I said, "Anyways, my new neighbors are annoying. How's it living back in Korea?" He shrugged, "I can't get used to it. I feel out of place."

Tanner and I have been friends since elementary school. His family moved to America to explore. We grew up dancing together. Though he's obsessed with K-pop, and I'm not. I appreciate good choreography. We moved here to apply for better jobs. 

Tanner said, "I feel like you have nothing to complain about. You're living in an expensive ass, two-bedroom apartment." I laughed, "Yeah, but I need the other room as a practice room." 

Tanner rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say." He started to get up as he explained, "I have an audition to go to. I'll come over tonight, probably." I smiled, "For sure. Alright, see you." Tanner got up and left me there on my phone. 

He reminded me that I had to answer some emails. I get a request to choreograph. I had a passion for choreographing, and Tanner has a passion for dance. 

I unlocked my door and threw my bag on the counter. I slid off my shoes and waddled to my couch. I sighed as I lay down in peace and quiet. 

It was nice to finally be able to relax. Tanner wears me out sometimes. He's so high-energy.

I closed my eyes, and if it was on comedic timing, a thump shot through my wall. My eyes shot open as I jolted up. "What the- I'm gonna crash out. I swear to god, I'm about to crash the fuck out."

I rolled over and put the pillow over my head. My door opened, and Tanner was walking in with what sounded like a bag. 

I lifted my head to see THE 'mom's cooking' bag. I couldn't help but smile as I peeked into the bag. "You tired?" I nodded, "I might end up going to bed. That okay?" Tanner shrugged, "I'm in your house when you're not here. I don't care." 

I sighed, "Don't eat all the food. I'll call your Mom."

He rolled his eyes, "Snitch." I laughed as I lugged into my bathroom to shower. I went to bed pretty early. My body felt so exhausted. 

That's a sign I'm gonna start my period. I stuck on a pad because I had intuition. I went to bed calmly. 

My sleep was light. I was having a great dream before I was rudely interrupted by a loud laugh. The walls are thick, it's just there loud asses in the night. 

I stomped out of bed and right into the complex hallway. I had on my night slipper, oversized T-shirt, and my bonnet. I looked like someone's auntie.

I knocked on the door, and the hottest man I've ever seen opened the door. "Yes?"

My eye twitched at how he looked at me. He looked at me like I was disturbing him. I tried to control my anger, but it shot out of me anyway. 

"Can you shut the FUCK UP! I mean Jesus! Nigga's are trying to sleep!" The other guy's head popped up behind the first one. 

I continued yelling, "I've had a long day! I get you two are having earth-shattering brain chemical-changing sex, but please lower the fucking volume!" 

I heaved as the two of them stared at me in disbelief. "Damn." The guy standing behind him walked closer. He looked like a quokka. "Could've thrown a note under the door or something." 

My eye twitched again, "Why are you even up this late at night?" The guy upfront confessed, "We just got back from a schedule..." 

I looked back and forth, "Yeah? Well, I don't give a fuck! Go to bed!" 

I stormed back to my place and closed my door. 

"I can't believe you crashed out on your neighbors." I looked at my phone on Facetime as I walked through the grocery aisle. "You don't understand Tanner. I want what they have for real."

Tanner said, "I need to take a look at these guys. I need to determine how hot they are." I sighed, "I'm telling you, one of them is model-worthy." 

Tanner laughed. I reached for the gallon of milk and looked at my cart. It was only cereal, juice, water, and milk. It's all I really eat. I can't cook for shit. I have to rely on Tanner's mom. I have allergies that prevent me from eating most food.

It was a lot of cereal. I paid for everything in self-checkout and got in my car. 

When I got to my apartment, I had to hang up on Tanner because I had six bags and keys in my hand. I heard footsteps behind me as I stumbled with the key. 

I heard someone pick up my bag, and I turned quickly. 

Who's stealing my shit!?

It was the neighbor from the other day. If I were to guess who the top was, I'd say it was this guy.

His chest was big, and he was bigger than me. His face looked cold, but he held my grocery bags, waiting for me to open the door. That's when I realized I had been staring. 

"Ahem." I cleared my throat as he blinked at me. I opened the door, and he invited himself in, helping me put the groceries on my counter. 

He looked down at my sneakers. "Your shoes are still on." I looked down and then back up at him. "I know."

He studied the see-through bags and came to a realization. He opened my fridge to see nothing but some kimchi fermenting from Tanner's mom.

"Why are you snooping in my house!?" He didn't speak much. Probably because he thinks I only speak English. I quickly code-switched to Korean, "Why are you snooping in my house?" 

His head turned to me quickly, "You speak Korean?" I said, "Fluently." He blinked at me, "My name is Minho." I said, "Okay, Minho. Get out." I pushed him out of my house and slammed the door.

I stared at the door in curiosity for a moment. I didn't hear Minho immediately walk away. 

I thought, His roommate understood me yesterday. He understood me yesterday, too.

I started putting my groceries away and went to my room to check my emails. Still nothing from the job department. 

I came here for better opportunities, but I have no job, and currently living off the money I made from a show I did with a well-known rapper. 

I pulled out my phone and watched my old dancing videos. I felt like I lost my rush. I lost my purpose. 

I felt like I wasn't good enough.

A couple hours passed, and I heard a knock on my door. It was close to sundown. I opened the door, "Tan, you forgot your key or something? Oh-" Minho was standing on the other side with tubawware. I furrowed my eyebrows, "The hell?" 

Minho said, "Take it." I strangely obliged. He commented, "You shouldn't only eat cereal and juice. Plus, I see how much money you spend on buying food. Doesn't your roommate know how to cook?" 

I shook my head, "I don't have one." "Whose that guy then?" 

I lied, "My boyfriend, stalker." I closed the door in his face and opened the Tupperware. I shouldn't accept food from strangers. But I was hungry.

It smelled amazing. I observed it for anything I might be allergic to. I smiled while eating it. The flavor burst on my tongue. It tasted just like Tanner's mom's cooking.

"Fuck. This is amazing." I fear I can't hate him chat.

The next day, I was up early for an audition.

I was going to the JYPE company. I wore casual clothes and made my way to the shared elevator. 

I heard a door beside me open, and I turned around. It wasn't the guy from yesterday. It was the guy living with him. 

I didn't have much against him, so I opened the elevator. He walked in and bowed. 

I looked at him and asked, "You're my neighbor, right?" He smiled. His chubby cheeks and big boba eyes expand. 

I asked, "What's your and his name?" He answered, "I'm Han, and he's Minho. We call him Lee Know sometimes." 

Lee Know... that sounds familiar. Where have I heard that from?

The silence was awkward, and I disrupted it with, "Weird ass nickname but whatever."

Han laughed, and the door opened. I walked out of my car. Han got in an Uber.

I wonder where he's going? I could offer to drive him next time.

I started my engine and drove off. I made it to the JYP building and parked. I saw Han getting out of his Uber when I was at the door. My eyebrows furrowed, and I yelled, "Yo? Han!"

Han turned around and waved at me. I walked over, "You auditioning for dance?" 

He smiled, "No...? You really don't know who I am?" I quirked my eyebrow, "Why would I know who you are? We just met today." 

Han laughed, "You can't be serious. Come inside." I walked with him. He gave his ID to the lady upfront. 

I smiled, "I'm here for dance auditions."

The lady smiled, "Well, you're going to file down that hallway."

I looked at Han confused and asked, "You do press work here? Are you a manager?" Han laughed, "What's so hard to believe that I'm a group member?"

I asked, "What group?" 

"Stray Kids."

The realization hit. My eyes widened. 

Oh my god, I screamed at a celebrity.

I shook my head.

No Y/N, stand on business.

I smiled, "Yeah, sounds like some bullshit. I'll google it later. See ya."

I did the audition. I felt pretty confident that I'd make it in. JYPE needed a choreographer, and that's what I am. 

I also did some googling and found out I live next to Minsung.

Are they actually that gay, though? 

I went down a rabbit hole of Minsung edits and concluded that they were definitely in love with each other.

I drove home to my apartment. Tanner was already inside. "You will never guess what I found out today."

Tanner smiled, "That you live next door to StrayKids. I know."

I was about to scream, but I stayed quiet. "Now I look like a stalker because I auditioned under their company."

Tanner laughed and asked, "You hungry?" I nodded with a pout. "I was gonna take you out to dinner." I cheered, "That's what I needed!"

We were out at dinner. I had a bowl of ramen, and Tanner was eating a lobster special. 

"I heard that Minho leads the dance squad. Most of the dancers were in his dance crew."

I sighed, "So it's over for me." Tanner was finding this whole schpiel hilarious. I crashed out on my future boss. "So what? I'm not gonna make it in. The best thing for me is to background dance for HYBE."

Tanner sucked in an anxious breath, "Yeah... not gonna happen."

I watched as he took a sip of his Coke. He looked back at me and said, "I have to go overseas next week. I have a show."

I smiled, "Really? How'd you manage to do that?"

He shrugged, "My manager probably sucked a couple people's dick's."

My mouth opened in shock, "Tanner! Shut up!" He laughed. At heart, he still is simply a man. 

I finished my food, "Is your mom going with you or not?" He asked, "Why?" I groaned, "I'll eat nothing but takeout for a while."

Tanner smiled, "True. Just try eating out more."

I sighed, and we both got up.

"BYE! Be safe, I'll miss you!" Tanner kissed the top of my head and gave me a tight hug. I said in a muffled voice, "I'll miss you too."

He smiled and ran off.

I bit my lip as I watched him go into TSA.

I walked off and made my way back to my car. 

It's five in the morning.

I drove through a fast food drive-through.

I sat in my car eating as I reviewed my emails. I had an email from JYP Entertainment.

I opened it and quirked an eyebrow.

"What the-"

I gasped, "I MADE IT IN!"

I cheered to myself as I watched the people in the parking lot give me stares. I ducked and excitedly texted Tanner the news.

I drove home and threw away the bag. 

My first day would be starting tomorrow. I was so excited.

The anticipation of knowing I'd be employed again was terrific. 

I almost couldn't sleep from the thoughts bubbling in my mind.

I woke up earlier than my alarm and decided to get ready.

I had to start choreographing for their comeback RIGHT NOW. 

I was speeding out of my apartment when I ran into Han again. "Hey?" I smiled and said, "Hi!" I looked at Han. I realized something. I asked, "Are you going to the same place?" He smiled, "Probably."

I looked at the buttons and asked, "You want me to drive you there?" Han laughed. His smile was bright as he said, "I'm a millionaire." 

I rolled my eyes, "Cancel your damn Uber. I'm supposed to meet with your other member today anyway."

Han smiled, "You are. Changbin, Chan, and I. We're all getting to know you."

I paused. "Eh? All three?" Han nodded, "Yeah, we all produce the music. Then, you teach the choreo to Minho, and he adjusts it how he likes, and you both teach it to the group." 

Everything started to settle in, "So, I have to like... meet you guys."

Han laughed, "Don't be too embarrassed. I would've yelled at Minho, too. He can be annoying."

I let out a deep breath. I walked Han to my car, and he got in. I started to pull off, and Han typed on his phone. "What groups have you've done choreography for?" I glanced at him before returning back to the road. 

"Ah, I did some for Enhypen, Ateez, and Beyoncé."

Han's eyes widened, "BEYONCE?" I nodded, "She's very detail-oriented."

"Wow, you're the real deal." I laughed, "I wouldn't say so. I kind of just reached the top of America. I wanted to come here and work up."

He listened as I continued to talk, "I'm thinking of going to Japan after... maybe Spain... Shakira would be fun."

Han laughed, "The fact that those are your goals tells me that you're the shit."

I smiled. When we finally made it to the building, we entered the studio.

I entered in, pulling my beanie down further. "Hey? I mean, annyeong-haseyo or some shit..."

Chan laughed, "We can speak English." I smiled, "Kidding, I know Korean fluently."

Changbin quirked an eyebrow, "Really?" I nodded, "Yeah, I have a Korean-American friend. His family taught me." I looked at the mirror as I stretched. "So what are we doing?" 

Chan sat on the floor, "We have title tracks we need dances for. Lee Know is gonna meet us here. He had a photo shoot." 

I looked at Han, "I thought you said I wouldn't have to deal with him today?"

Changbin asked, "You've already met?" "He's my fucking neighbor."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "What'd he do? I know he's an asshole." I suddenly felt the need to defend him, "He's not an asshole... He's just loud."

Chan just sighed, "Wait until you meet the rest of the team."

I groaned. Chan laughed as he looked at his phone, "I have this song, it's called LALALALA, then Megaverse, maybe Comflex."

I said, "Alright, play it. Let me see what I come up with on the spot."

He played 'LALALALA' first. I nodded my head with the melody, "Ya'll produced this? This is fire."

Chan smiled. The song went off, and I said, "I have an idea. Can you stand for me?" 

I put them in a triangle formation and stood up front. "I think we can do a stuttering movement for the beginning."

I told Chan to play the song and started to do the dance. My shoulders shook as I stared at the mirror. Han loudly said, "Wa! I love it!" 

I smiled, "Right? Just send me the songs, and I'll figure it out." 

Chan laughed, "Yeah, for sure."

The door opened, and in walked Minho. He had a full face of makeup and sweatpants. "Ya. I made it."

I looked up to see Minho. Something about his aura was intense. When he's at home, he has this carefree attitude. Minho was being professional. 

I said, "Hi, I'm your choreographer."

Minho paused as he looked me over. He gave me a tiny bow before sitting with the boys. I turned to Han, "Is he socially awkward or an asshole?"

Han shrugged, "A little bit of both." I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. I couldn't storm over to Tanner's house and yell about Minho. I had to be professional.

Minho asked, "So, what are we working with."

Chan turned to me. His eyes softened as he explained, "Y/N already had an idea for the choreography for LALALALA."

Minho turned to me as if he was expecting something. His stare was cold, but I needed to be myself.

I'm hot-headed and confident. Why was Minho making me feel stupid?

I stood up, and Changbin stood with me. Chan turned on the beat, and they watched as I danced in the mirror.

I felt like an idiot doing it with only Changbin. 

"Ya, that's awesome. Sit down." I looked at Minho. He still had this aloofness, but his eyes were glistening.

I sat down, "We were gonna leave it to you two to do the rest of the choreo." My head snapped to Han. 

I mouthed, "Betrayal." He cheesed, "I have to do some stuff in the studio." Chan grunted as he got up, "Yeah, me too." Changbin started getting up, "Yeonjun wanted to hang." 

Changbin blew a kiss to Minho, and he furrowed his eyebrows. "Disgusting." I laughed while looking at him. Minho turned to me, and we made eye contact. 

His stare was so intense it made my stomach churn.

"You think it's funny?" I let out a nervous laugh instead, "Ah, no."

Minho continued staring before he cracked a smile, "I'm just messing with you. C'mon."

I got up with him. He said, "So, this choreo you made up. Are you gonna demonstrate?"

I smiled, "It looked better in my head. I don't know if everyone is gonna like it." Minho had this unreadable expression on his face. Only his eyes told me something. "That's fine."

I awkwardly stepped behind him, and he turned to look at me. "What are you doing?" I offered the stage, "You have something in mind?" 

His eyes softened, "You're cute." My eyes widened, "CUTE? I'm not cute!"

He laughed, "Yeah. Play the song, I'll show you what I wanted."

He started dancing. I looked at it carefully. I like the way his body moves. It's so fluid and natural. He makes dancing look easy. 

"Yeah, I like it."

He turned around, "Yeah?" I nodded. Minho smiled, "Good. Alright, that's enough for the day. I'm tired."

My mouth dropped open, "We just started." He smiled, "You can stay behind if you want. I'm going home." 

I stood there in shock as Minho actually grabbed his bags. He turned around and took a look at me. "Wait. Have you eaten?" 

I thought back. I hadn't eaten since 5 in the morning. It was 12pm. "I had uhm... I had fast food this morning."

Minho's face dropped, "When?" I gulped, "At 5."

His eyes widened, "AM?! Jesus. Let's go."

I asked, "Let's go where?" He walked back over and pulled the corner of my shirt. "Let's go."

I let him drag me to his car, "Wait, how am I getting to work tomorrow?" Minho laughed, "We're going to the same place, at the same time, for the next two to three months. I can drive you."

I pouted as he basically threw me in the car. He closed the door behind me and climbed into the driver's seat. 

He started driving off, but I recognized the route. We were going home. Minho said, "Do you often not eat? Do you get distracted by work?" 

I smiled, "Kinda. But, usually, my friend Tanner brings food."

His body tensed, "Tanner? I thought Tanner was your boyfriend?" 

I smiled, "I lied. I thought you were a gay creep."

Minho furrowed his eyebrows, "I'm not a creep!"

Okay, but you didn't deny my gay allegations.

"Well... you're a strange guy."

Minho rolled his eyes, "You're coming to my place. I still have leftovers from last night."

I walked with him to his apartment, and he pressed the key.

He walked into the apartment, and it felt like my home.

Minho was maternal. I could tell by how he kept everything. No dishes in the sink, laundry half folded in the living room, rows of shoes at the door. 

"Sorry for the mess. Make yourself at home." I sat on the island bar stool. Minho pulled out a pot and put it back on the gas stove. I watched as he stirred the soup. 

He went back in his fridge and heated up some rice. 

It wasn't long before he made me a plate. The portion was just right, while his was huge. "It smells good."

Minho had that faint smirk on his face, "Yeah? Taste it."

I blew the hot soup and ate it. It tasted like Tanner's mom's cooking.

"This tastes like how Tanner's mom makes it." 

Minho smiled, "Is that a good thing?" "Yes! She's my second mom."

Minho asked, "Tanner, is he your only friend?" I squinted at him, "No! Actually, I'm friends with some people from your old crew. Tanner is my childhood friend."

He quirked an eyebrow, "Really? You two must be really close then."

I nodded, "We are. Tanner has been there for me." Minho nodded, "That sounds like a good friend." I smiled, "I was over his house more than I was at mine."

Minho laughed, "I'm sure you're pretty invasive." I plucked his arm, and Minho flinched. "Aye! I'm not invasive."

"Kinda are." I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him. "You're invasive. You've fed me, let me in your car, and home... you're crazy."

Minho smiled, "You don't eat. You can't dance well if you don't have a good diet."

I sighed as I ate the rice, "I guess."

Minho looked forward, "You plan on telling Tanner how you really feel about him?" I tensed, "I don't like Tanner. I had a crush on him in high school, but that ended quickly."

Minho turned to look at me. His eyes were soft. I asked, "Do you plan on telling Han how you feel about him?"

Minho smiled, "Yeah, right." 

I couldn't help but ask. That's the second time Minho didn't blatantly deny being gay. 

"Minho, do you like men?" He laughed, "No, Y/N." I asked, "Why haven't you screamed you're not gay yet?" 

Minho laughed through his nose, "Because it doesn't make me angry? There are worst things I could be called. Also, I'm used to people thinking Han is my gay lover."

I smiled, "So, just to clarify, you like women?" Minho stared into my eyes.

He turned away and shrugged it off, "Why? You plan on asking out your boss or something?"

I froze and spat, "No." Minho stood up and grabbed our plates. He asked, "You done?" I nodded. He walked over to the sink and started rinsing the plates off. "Are you afraid of me or something?"

I relaxed, "I'm not afraid of you. You make me feel awkward."

I couldn't see his face, "I get that a lot."

I sighed, "Yeah, and you're lowkey an asshole. You're a great cook, though. You do a lot of sweet actions. Like, feed me. But, I don't know, I'm the type of girl who needs to be told I love-"

I stopped talking. Minho didn't say anything as he waited for a response. He turned around quickly, "Wae?"

I shook my head, "Nothing. Anyways, thanks for the food. I'm going home." Minho walked over, "What just happened?" I shook my head, "Nothing, I just need to go home."

Minho grabbed my hand, and I looked at him. His facial expression was unreadable, "You walk out in the middle of conversations often?"

I laughed, "I don't want to overshare." Minho pulled away, "I won't make you." I sighed, "Okay. I really wanna go. I have to clean up my house and get ready for tomorrow."

His face stayed stoic, "Right, see you tomorrow."

I walked out of his house and calmed down. I stopped talking not because I was oversharing. I caught myself liking him more than I should.

I threw on my backpack and grabbed my keys. I stopped in my tracks as I realized. "Fuck." I stormed out of my house and knocked on Minho's door.

It wasn't long before the door swung open. Han was scratching his head as he yawned. "Y/N-ah. What's wrong?"

I said, "Minho needs to drive me to the building because my car is still there." Han quirked an eyebrow, "Woah, where'd you two go last night?"

I said, "Here. I ate the food." Han invited me into the apartment, and I slid off my shoes. I sat on the couch feeling uncomfortable. Han asked, "Did you eat anything?" I shook my head, "I can't eat much before work. It makes me feel like I'm gonna throw up."

Han sighed and walked away from the fridge. Minho was showering. I could hear the water splashing from the living room. I asked, "Minho won't walk out here naked, right?

Han turned to me and said, "I'll be right back."

He ran to the bathroom and opened the door. I could hear his voice, "Hyung." "Mhm?" Lee Know responded calmly. This must not be the first time he's walked into the bathroom with him. 

I know the two of them are gay.

"Y/N is here. She's waiting for you."

I didn't hear the rest because I stopped paying attention. 

I got comfortable on the couch, and the early morning tiredness started to get to me. 

My head hit the back of the couch, and I fell asleep. 

I woke up to Han standing over me, "Y/N."

I slowly woke up. "Let's go. We gotta go to practice."

I lazily walked to the door and slid on my shoes. I slowly trailed behind the guys. They were talking about nothing. I sprawled across the backseat and fell asleep. 

It was a short nap. I was as energetic as ever once we made it to dance practice. 

Minho was in the mirror doing the choreo I taught him as I hopped around. "You like?! I came up with it in my dream." 

Minho hadn't smiled, "You need to sit down."

I shook my head, "Make me." Minho was quick to walk over to me, grab both my wrists, and sit me on the couch. 

I stared at his tired eyes and looked away. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and my breath hitched. Minho pulled away, "Sorry." I looked back at him. His ears were burning red.

"It's okay, you're tired."

Minho stepped back, and I stayed there silently. 

Practice was over, and Minho was being really awkward. I understood why he did that, but I couldn't get over his ears. They were so red. I was starting to doubt it was from embarrassment.

Honestly, I liked the way he took control. It was so intimate. But Minho was pushing it away. 

I decided to lead, "I'm pretty hungry. Can I come over?"

Minho's ears went back to red, "To eat? Yeah."

I smiled, "Okay. I'll meet you at the apartment."

I got in the car. I had to sit there and think. Minho was starting to look attractive to me. He's gay. Minho can't possibly like me. 

Okay, maybe he's bisexual.

I bit my lip as I thought about Minho touching me. Fuck I wanted him all over me. 

I pushed those thoughts down and drove off to our apartment. 

I got in the elevator and made my way up to his floor. I walked into the hallway and knocked. "Passwords 0325." I put it in, and it opened. 

"Hey. You didn't have to start cooking."

"I did. We didn't have any leftovers." I smiled. He was cooking meat. 

"What time did you go to sleep last night? You were sleeping all day."

I thought, "Pretty late. I always have issues with falling asleep, though." Minho looked at me like I was the oddest human.

I interrupted what he was about to say, "I gotta pee. Where's the bathroom?" He pointed at the door, "That one doesn't work. Use the one in my room."

I waited for him to look up again. He stared, "My room is on the left."

I nodded and walked to his room. It was clean and smelled like him. There weren't many personal items in his room. There was an occasional cat photo and family photo, but nothing else.

I walked into his bathroom and did my business. I washed my hands and looked at his sink.

Toothpaste, Listerine, Q-tips, and two toothbrushes, 

Two? I wonder who the other one is for? 

The way they sit next to each other is intimate. That toothbrush is for someone else.

I backed away as my heart shattered. 

Is he in a relationship? That's a shame. I think I was starting to like him.

I walked out of the bathroom. Minho was standing in the doorway. "You were taking a while, I thought you started stealing."

I laughed while emptying my pockets. I said, "I was washing my hands." Minho stare on his face was intense. Well, it would be if I didn't see his soft eyes.

"What's wrong?" "I'm hungry! Let's eat!" 

I ran past Minho. I was already in the cabinet to grab a plate. "Ya, wait." He ran after me.

He didn't take his eyes off me, and I couldn't let my facade falter.

If I were his girlfriend, I'd be pissed if he had a girl in here and feeding her. Is this guy a two-timer?

Minho sat next to me and ate. "Is it good?" I smiled, "Mhm! It's delicious." 

He let out a long sigh, "What's up? Something's wrong." I pushed back, "Noth-"

Minho quirked his eyebrow, and I sighed. "You got a boyfriend?" Minho smiled, "I'm not gay, Y/N. Seriously." I said, "Well, a girlfriend." 

Minho laughed, "What is with you?" I felt easy, "Well, you have another toothbrush in your bathroom."

"I do? It's probably Yongbok's. He and Han stayed up playing video games." 

"Yongbok is your team member?" He nodded, "Yeah. Why are you so hellbent on my sex life?"

I shook my head, "I'm not! It would've been weird if I was over your house if you had a girlfriend."

Minho rolled his eyes. "Well, I feed the homeless often."

I smacked his shoulder, and he laughed. "Asshole."

The next day was a break from practice. I stayed home and watched TV all day until I got a text.

.

.

.

Ilikemenhoe

Come over

You

Bootycall?

Ilikemenhoe

No pabo you haven't eaten

Ilikemenhoe

Not a doordash or anything has hit your door

Ilikemenhoe

Han and I are eating right now

Ilikemenhoe

Passcode is 0325

You

Ugh, I don't feel like getting up

Ilikemenhoe

I'm not playing with you

You

Ouu talk to me dirty

Ilikemenhoe

You talk different over the phone

You

SHUT UP

You

FINE i'm coming

Ilikemenhoe

Looks who talking dirty now

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I laughed and slid on some slippers. I walked into Minho's apartment, and Han looked up from his phone. "Ah, what are you doing here?"

I pointed at Minho, "He invited me for a meal."

I sat down and got a serving. It was quiet before Han said, "Anyways, I was trying to, but it wouldn't let me."

Minho nodded, "Mm, I'll look at it later." I looked at the two of them talking and shrunk into my own head.

I saw Han look at me and say, "Y/N? How's practice?"

I jolted up, "Good. Your songs make for easy choreo."

Minho laughed and looked at me, "Really? You were crying about how you wanted to give up yesterday." "That's different. You be getting on my nerves!"

Han looked at the two of us bickering, "Uh huh..."

Han asked, "Ya'll in love with each other?" We both turned around at the same time, "What? No."

Minho said, "You don't know what you're talking about."

Han quirked an eyebrow while staring at his eyes. He grabbed for his drink, leaving it to spill all over me.

I scooted back quickly, "Aw shit."

Han looked at me, "I'm so sorry! Let me help." 

Except he couldn't. It was all over my chest. I waved my hands, "It's fine. I live next door, I'll just..." 

Before I could finish, Han threw off his hoodie and handed it to me.

"At least let me clean your clothes."

I sighed, "Fine."

I changed in the half bathroom and gave Han my shirt. His hoodie was big on me. It fell farther from my hands and reached just above my knee. 

"Are you comfortable?" Minho's jaw was tight as he forced out those pretty words. "Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?" I lifted the hoodie, and Minho started rapidly blinking. He saw my pajama shorts underneath, and his chest relaxed.

"It's just you guys." Minho's eyes softened. He liked that I was comfortable being dressed down around him.

"Yeah." Han came back and sat back at the table. "Again. I'm sorry." I smiled and touched his arm caringly, "It's okay, Han."

Minho's eye twitched as he stared at us. He looked me over again and again. Han asked, "Is my hoodie comfortable?"

I smiled, "Definitely! Where'd you get it?"

He admitted, "I think it's a Gucci hoodie. I don't remember." I laughed, "Wow. Wish I could not remember if it's Gucci or Versace."

Han laughed. I picked up the last dumpling and ate. I was chewing while Minho silently stared down Han. "Minho. What's wrong?"

He turned to me and took a deep breath. "Nothing. I'm full."

I read the room. I think the two needed to be alone to make out or something. I said, "I'm gonna get going. Call me when my clothes are done Hannie."

Minho jolted, and we both looked at him, "I will."

Han's eyes didn't leave Minho's as I carefully walked out.

As soon as I closed the door, I heard Han start to yell. I laughed and entered my apartment. I sat on my couch to continue my show.

My phone dinged three times, and I had to look at it.

.

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Hannie

Aye you like Minho right?

Hannie

He obviously likes you

Hannie

Sorry for spilling the drink it was for an experiment

You

What experiment????

You

Who said i liked Minho????????

Hannie

You saw how quiet he got when you were wearing my hoodie

You

I did

Hannie

I'm going to the studio tonight

Hannie

Come over when the clothes are done in my hoodie and see what he does

You

Why tho???

Hannie

You'll see

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It was about two hours of silence until I heard my phone ring again. This time, my heart quickened. I knew it was Minho, and it made me nervous. He texted me that my clothes were done. 

It was about 12 AM now, and I was prepping for sleep. Han's hoodie was long abandoned.

I slipped it back on and made my way into the apartment. I put the code in and walked inside. Minho was in the kitchen cleaning up. 

He looked over, "Mm, it's over there."

I looked at Minho as he stared at the hoodie. He wanted to rip it off. His jaw was tight, his muscles tensed, and his eyes locked on the hoodie. 

I walked to the couch and reached down to pick it up. I felt the hoodie ride up, showing my shorts underneath.

I heard Minho grunt, and then he pretended to clear his throat.

Oh shit, he wants me.

I walked over to the door, and Minho cornered me. "Why haven't you changed out the hoodie?"

I bit my lip as my eyes widened. Minho's hand tugged on the hem, and a whimper left my throat. "I'll change out of it when I get home."

He growled, "Yeah? Good."

He let go. I could tell it was physically painful to restrain himself from me. I wanted him too, but I haven't had sex before.

I walked out and called for Tanner. He answered, "Hey! It's been a while!"

I said, "Tanner! I have a fat crush on my neighbor."

"Woah! I missed a couple of chapters." I said, "Well, I hadn't eaten much, and Minho noticed. He started inviting me over to eat. Han spilled something on me, and Minho was seething at the thought of me in his hoodie. Now I want him. What do I do?!"

Tanner said it like it was the obvious, "Uhm, take his clothes off."

"I've never-" "I know," Tanner interrupted. His eyes were soft, "You're dealing with a grown man. You're gonna have to eventually."

I sighed, "Maybe I should talk to him tomorrow."

Tanner smiled, "You should."

I skipped into Minho's apartment. I called, "Minho, come here." 

He walked out of his bedroom. His hair was messy, his face was red and puffy, and he was shirtless. 

His abs were chiseled, and his chest was broad. My breath hitched as my teeth sunk into my bottom lip.

"What?" He threw on his shirt and sat on the couch, "I like you."

Minho's head turned quickly, "Eh?" "You heard me."

He stomped over to me. Minho grabbed my hands, "You like me?" I nodded.

Minho was staring me down like I was prey. I could tell he was aggressive in the bedroom. Something about Minho made me feel so hot.

"You sure?" I nodded, "Let's make this happen."

Minho was careful. He leaned down and sank his soft lips into mine. He pulled away, and a click from our lips echoed between us.

I lifted my head and let my hand travel to his face. He leaned back in and kissed me deeper. My arms wrapped around his neck. His hands grabbed my waist to keep me steady. I gasped when his hand squeezed my ass. 

I pulled away first, "Minho. I should let you know that-" "I know. I won't do anything you're not ready for."

Minho and I have been peacefully dating for a month. It was a month of will we, won't we. 

Make-out sessions would turn heated too quickly. One minute, we're eating, and the next minute, I'm sprawled on the table. Minho is shoving his tongue down my throat. 

His hands would travel all over me when we'd be practicing.

Minho was an intense and passionate person. 

I, on the other hand, was too shy. I'd pull away when I'd feel Minho's boner. I'd tell him to stop when he touched too far. I'd push him away when he'd kiss me too hard.

I was constantly shooting him down, and I could tell it was getting to him.

My touchy-feely boyfriend was distant.

The only time we'd touch these days was when we'd cuddled.

Minho started inviting me over to help me sleep. Of course, we'd cuddled and snuggled. Sometimes, I'd feel Minho growing in size.

He used to pull me into it, but now, when he gets a boner, he turns around. If it gets so bad, he leaves and doesn't return until I've fallen asleep.

As nervous and innocent as I am, I missed how touchy he was.

He doesn't tell me he likes me. He shows me. He touches me, feeds me, and hangs out with me.

Now he doesn't slap my ass when I look sexy. He stares and walks off. 

I came over for my routine sleepover in Han's hoodie.

I had forgotten it was Han's. I noticed it smelled different but didn't think much of it.

Minho grabbed me by the hips as I walked through the front door.

"No. Take that off."

I hugged him, "Hmm." Minho's grip tightened as he said, "That's Han's hoodie." I looked down and touched it, "Oh, I forgot about that."

Minho smiled, "Then take it off." 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tippy toes, "Make me." 

He pulled away, but not far enough because my arms trapped him.

"What's gotten into you?" I didn't answer. "I think we should have a talk."

I let go, and we walked to his room. He closed and locked the door behind us. I couldn't get a word out because he was already skipping past me to his closet.

"Here."

He threw a snuggly hoodie, "Let's go to sleep."

I held the hoodie and shook my head, "No. I want you to take it off me." Minho paused and sucked in a breath. "What are you talking about?" 

I said, "Come take it off." Minho leaned close to my ear. He whispered, "I'm not playing with you. If it were up to me, I'd fuck you to the edge and not let you cum. I'd beat myself and cum all over that hoodie and give it back to Han just like that. You better start changing."

I bit my lip, and a whimper came out. "I want you to."

Minho pulled away, and a calm breath escaped his lips. He closed his eyes and said, "Not until you're ready."

"I am ready."

Minho's eyes widened, and he rapidly blinked at me. 'What?"

I pulled his arms, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, "I want you to take my virginity."

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, "Yeah? Well, I won't be the rough boyfriend you expect. I like it slow and gentle."

"That's okay too."

I scooted to the headboard, and Minho kissed me. He tilted his head, and I felt his warm tongue swipe my bottom lip. His smooth teeth bit my bottom lip.

I whined when he pulled away. Minho sat on the bed and pulled me on top. I kissed him again, and he pushed me back, "You have to tell me what you like. You have to show me where to touch you. I don't want to hurt you."

I nodded, and Minho's lips connected to my neck. I pulled his hands to wrap around my waist. My hips started to move on their own. He steadied my hips, "Slow down, Jagiya."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he slowly flipped us over. His body seeped between my legs as his kisses moved to my collarbone.

"Take this stupid hoodie off."

He was swiping it off my body in a quick motion. "You make me crazy." He kissed down my chest as I looked at his lips connected with my breast. 

He took off my bra, and his tongue licked my nipples. I moaned. I grabbed his hair, "I want you to kiss me."

He let go and kissed me deeply. I shoved my hand in my pants and tried to touch myself. Minho grabbed my hands with one hand and raised them above my head. "Not yet."

I watched as he kissed down my stomach to the hem of my shorts. He pulled down my shorts, and I felt the breeze.

My stomach sucked in rapidly as I felt him flick his thumb over my clit. I moaned, "I like that."

Minho raised his head between my legs. His eyes were so intense. My hand dove back as I closed my eyes. 

Minho seeped his middle finger into my hole. I gasped at the burning feeling.

"I got you."

He sucked on my clit, and I let out a whine. His tongue lapped over my bundle of nerves. My wet slick spilled all over his finger. I felt his knuckle against my walls, and my pussy clenched around him. 

He smiled, "Fuck. Do that when I'm in you."

He added two more digits. My legs shook from the thin line of pain and pleasure. I gripped the sheets, and my eyes squeezed shut.

He stretched out my little hole mercilessly. Nothing but his name could come out of my throat, "Minho~ It feels so good~" I kept singing to him.

His mouth wasn't done sucking on my bud. I was hot and sticky from sweat. My legs begged to come together like magnets.

All I could do was let him ruin me.

The sounds of wet sucking and the drool sliding down to Minho's quick pace were enough to make me cum alone. 

My stomach was aching for the orgasm that was building up. Minho's fingers moved quickly beneath my folds. It sent a rapid wave of pleasure shooting up and down my spine.

"Ah~ It feels so good."

Minho didn't respond. He was too distracted. He pulled me closer by my thigh. I felt my body start to shake. Minho's other hand grabbed my tits and started playing with my nipples.

I shuddered, and I started cumming. My walls fluttered around Minho's fingers as I let out shaky breaths.

I've never had the stamina to do more than two rounds. I was already tired and fucked out. 

Minho asked, "You want me to wear a condom?"

His eyes were intense as he stared at me. I shook my head, "You only fuck me, right?"

Minho smiled. He leaned down to give me a sweet kiss. The ones we'd give each other after not seeing each other all day.

The butterflies returned back to my stomach.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and his tongue swiped my bottom lip. His soft lips pressed against mine, and his sharp nose pressed into my cheek.

I gripped his shirt, and he pulled away. "You want me to take this off?" I nodded, "Yes, please."

He smiled at my politeness. 

He was taking off his shirt and underwear. Now, he was just as naked as me.

He towered on top of me. His whole face was red now. His dick rubbed against my folds. His precum was cold, making me wonder how long he was holding out for.

He was thrusting against my clit for a minute as he sucked my neck. My hips bucked into him. His tip accidentally pressed into my hole.

We both moaned. My breathing got heavy as my body got hot again.

I begged, "Please! Minho, I can't take it anymore."

He pushed himself slowly into my folds, and I waited until he bottomed out. 

It hurt so much. I've never been stretched out like this before. 

He didn't move an inch. He isolated his lower half and kissed my cheek. I pulled him in for a kiss on the lips.

My head tilted as his tongue slipped between my lips again. I felt my body relax. Minho started to move, and I gasped against his mouth.

"I know jagiya. It's okay."

He was so gentle and slow. His voice was soft. He never gets soft.

It's moments like these when I realize how tender he really is.

His thrust got quicker. His strokes go deep. I looked at where we were connected and couldn't help but notice a bulge in my stomach.

I cried, "Minho, you're so big."

He looked down at the bulge, and his face got redder. His eyes widened, and he sank. His head lay in the crook of my neck, and he picked up the pace. 

He fucked me into the mattress. My body recoiled against his and the bouncy surface.

My pussy twitched, and Minho groaned so loud in my ear.

"Oh fuck. Y/N, you're so tight."

His dick made it to my G-spot, and I screamed, "Yes! Minho, yes!" 

Minho growled, "That feels good? Do you like it when I destroy you like that? Yeah? Dirty girl." 

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as the ache became unbearable. My legs shook, and my grip on him got tighter. "I'm g-gonna cum."

"Cum for me baby. Cum all over this big dick."

I whimpered as I felt myself release all over him. Minho didn't go any slower as he chased his own high.

His cum filled me up. My body relaxed, and Minho pulled out.

I whined from the coldness. "Come back."

A laugh escaped his nose as he wrapped us in blankets.

He big-spooned me and sank his cock back into my little hole.

My pussy fluttered. I said, "You definitely don't like men." Minho laughed, "I know, Y/N."

I calmly fell asleep in his arms.

When I woke up, Minho was still there. He was watching me sleep. He pushed a loc back in my bonnet and smiled. "Good morning."

I smiled, "Morning, baby."

Our relationship was as good as new.

Minho has a high sex drive, so we'd fuck at least five times a week. And that's multiple times in a day.

He's even more touchy than before, too.

Fuck... I loved him.

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let me know what I missed and self recs are welcome (also as always check tags for each one to protect yourself)

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**And I know older is relative term bc most of these wolfstar are in their 30s I do believe. But. They have more life experience than in Hogwarts or uni so I counted it.

--orange juice (i've been ready for you to come home for so long) by raggedypond: @fortunatelyfuzzywombat divorced parents of teddy with one bed at his graduation

-Honey If I'm Not by @brigid-faye divergent post war where remus left, jily lived, and wolfstar only reconnects years later by chance. (Also has a Sirius pov)

---used my best colours for your portrait by @littleoldrachel lie low at Lupin's with flashbacks exploring remus' life

-Looking for Moony by Writer_INFJ_2w1: meet and fall in love birthday party

-Flight of Destiny by @lucigoo lesbian wolfstar meet on plane (Luci also has several others where they're older and lots of beautiful fics

--Aging Gracelessly by orphan_account: texting fic

--the mayors of simpleton by fruity_individual divorced wolfstar get back together, raising teddy

-Second Generation by MsAlexWP single parents, getting back together. The sequel is so perfect too! It's a Nice Day for a Wolfstar Wedding

-the sea is a good place to think of the future by peachyybabe (second in series is mcd but this one is open ending)

-Of Memories and Milk Thievery by moonymoment raising teddy, get back together

--Birthday Blues by YouBlitheringIdiot @blitheringmcgonagall :Sirius is turning sixty and he is appalled...

--Give Quarter to Old Men - @krethes series

--dear your holiness by mollymarymarie

--The Postwar Chronicles by @sliebman10 post canon series

-Vigil Strange I Kept by whitmans_kiss explores effects of lycanthropy

--ten reasons (to go to michigan) by @greyeyedmonster-18 remus headed home, trying to move on from divorce

--Prettiest Star Verse by Raging_queer

-I didn’t sign up for this by Moonystoastandmarsbar divorced wolfstar

-Of Protein Powders and PTAs by @squintclover and @tracingpatternswrites rivals to lovers

-An Infinte Ocean by orphan_account raising teddy strangers to lovers

--The Road Not Taken by @mollymarymarie

-extra credit by MsAlexWP rivals to lovers

-Baby On Board by aqua_myosotis

-Of Memories, Bitter and Sweet by MsAlexWP memory loss

**luci's recs

-my love, take care of yourself by littleoldrachel

-How to romance a guy with (terrible) poetry by BayleyWinchester

-Teddy Plays Matchmaker by grow_as_we_go

-The Front Step Surprise by R33sesPieces

**Recs from others** (I haven't read all these yet but wanted to include)

--Just what the doctor ordered by WrappedUp (be aware there is age gap)

--The Lab by de_sire again an age gap

-Till We Have Arrived Home Again by prouvairing divergent post canon raising harry

-The Patchwork of Us by TracingPatterns

-The Things I Did by Lolo_row

-The Phoenix Agency by LupinsChocolatePraline

-The Fall by EuripidesTrousers

-Pages of You by wolfpants this is drarry main but apparently background wolfstar is really good

-Just Like Heaven by the_prettiest_w0lf_star: mechanic Sirius and librarian Remus

-soloorganaas

-impishtubist

---new additions--

•too busy being yours by peachyybabe ft deaf remus and fluff

***Self rec***

--Memories of You: mcd exploring memory loss

--Through the Years: Sirius thinks about the past and how handsome his husband is while holding their granddaughter.

--DN(R): Lie low at Lupin's era where they discuss decisions Remus made in the lost years.

•Silver fox fluffy 1 shot

**also- the wolfstar librarian is always a great resource make sure to give some likes on posts: 30yo and Up part 2 Bring Black Back Back from the Veil Lie Low at Lupin’s Post Azkaban Grimmauld Place

--Feel free to check my other rec lists, as well as the rest of my fics

--also ... This is list of canon divergent fic recs: post-azkaban, bring back black, lie low at lupins. Lots of same fics but I might not have all in both places.

[legobiwan]

Gravity Falls fic rec list...Part 2.

I should be grading writing right now, but in the spirit of procrastination, I'm going to instead post about my favorite new fics that have emerged in the post-Book of Bill era.

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Gen Fics

A Mariner’s Guide to the Unexplained by mariezies

Another fic that tackles the idea of Stan's criminal past coming back to haunt him as the elder Pines twins take to the sea. What I really like about this fic are Ford's inner monologues and in particular, the way he overthinks his interactions with his brother post-Weirdmaggedon due to the crushing level of guilt he feels. Bonus points for the incredibly adorable cat OC who joins the twins on the Stan o'War II. Incomplete.

We're Still Here by Simplistic_Apricity

What if Stan hadn't knocked Ford through the portal in 1982 and stuck around Gravity Falls instead? A bajillion fics have been written about this concept, but this one takes a slightly different approach as to the fallout from a Bill-possessed Ford attacking his brother as Ford slowly (slowly) comes to terms with what exactly he has wrought in that basement. The characterization and interactions of the twins and Fiddleford are incredibly grounded, avoiding melodrama while still being wildly effective. Incomplete. TWs for violence and medical trauma.

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Billford Fics

Not to sound like a 2013 hipster, but I do want to state that I hopped on this seafaring vessel pre-BoB and am delighted to witness the explosion of works exploring the demented, tortured relationship between these two absolute disasters. I've decided to let my cringe flag fly high and free here, with the caveat that I only indulge in triangle!Bill stories (accept no substitutions), as, let's face it, Ford is a freak (affectionate) and he loves his geometry.

Statement Abnegation by Anonymous

This one probably needs no introduction, but I'd be wholly remiss if I didn't include it on my list. A+ characterization of both Ford and Bill and it fucking nails the landing. Ford is taken prisoner during Weirdmaggedon, but this time Bill's playing for keeps. Complete. TWs for torture, death (temporary), Stockholm syndrome, and explicit sexual content.

apology tour by dolorous

There's something downright wistful about this story, which presents as "crack taken seriously" when Bill chooses Ford to be his keeper/chaperone as part of a Theraprism-mandated apology tour to those he has wronged post-BoB. Ford hates Bill. Ford sometimes doesn't hate Bill. Ford definitely hates Bill. And now they're stuck on the road trip from hell. Complete. Implied past (current/future?) relationship, no sexual content.

Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem by tempusedaxrerum

Takes place post-Betrayal but (so far) pre-Stanley arriving in Gravity Falls. Bill is determined to drag Ford into opening the Portal, kicking and screaming (limbs optional). Features an incredibly well-developed OC who is battling demons of her own when she has the misfortune of crossing paths with both Bill and Ford on a snowy evening in Oregon. Incomplete. TWs for violence, attempted sexual assault via possession, substance abuse.

Live, Laugh, Lather, Rinse, Repeat by ShibaIntuit

The conceit of this story is absolutely wild. Essentially, Ford eats a cursed piece of pizza and suffers from existential indigestion. The world-building once Ford is in the multiverse is delightful as an older Ford tries to renegotiate his past with a Bill Cipher of thirty years previous. Incomplete. TWs for violence.

as falls gravity so falls gravity falls by underwater_owl

A series of three stories that take a deep dive into Ford's subconscious while exploring the idea of the Axolotl placing Bill under Ford's mental power due to shenanigans you are better off reading about than me explaining here. Bait & Switch is the main narrative, which is a gen work featuring the whole extended Pines family plus Mabel and Dipper's mother, while Because & Despite and Cause & Effect explore the intense psychosexual relationship between Ford and Bill before and during the events of Bait & Switch. These last two stories really dig into the nature of Ford's deepest and darkest desires and the utterly twisted relationship between Ford and Bill. Incomplete. TWs for explicit sexual content (read the tags on those two last stories, folks! This author isn't, or is, I suppose, fucking around).

Snakes in the Garden by Miss_Ginger_Bread

Another Jimmy Snakes story! Because both Pines twins have terrible taste in men/demonic entities. A ghost from Stan's past shows up in Norway, prompting Ford to take matters into his own hands. Lovely interactions between the Pines twins, including a murderous, protective Ford and a Ford who is harboring a gigantic, triangle-shaped secret from his brother. Incomplete. TWs for abusive relationships.

[brittle-doughie]

Love how everyone's Y/N is super nice while mine is just a traveling mage that is just trying to explore the world and learn more about the witches and their magic before their mortal life comes to an end..

Total nuisance to big powerful figures cuz Y/N avoids being recruited or captured by them like their life depends on it.

Any cookie asking them to stay is just asking to get their heartbroken. Forcing them to will give means for Y/N to fight back and flee..

Not that my Y/N doesn't want to be in a relationship, but they just don't think they'd make a great partner. Especially if they're traveling half across the world for years with no sign of returning... No permanent place to stay, always on the move... They might die on the way, who knows?

But when you spend the first stages of your life cooped up in a room, of course Y/N would choose to continue traveling the world for what it had.. Whether it be good or bad...

Maybe one day, they'll settle down...

You had to be the heartbreaker for the cookies that got too attached for their good, hoping that there was a sliver of a chance that they can get you to stay with them, enthralled by your teasing charm.

Your hand on their cheek would be enough to have them becoming a blushing mess, it was simply cute seeing them react this way, it always reeled them in, giving them hope that their next encounter with you would be a permanent one. Maybe that could happen someday, but your heart belonged to the world that was waiting for you to explore it in the meantime.

An open world that will only offer even more potential admirers that you’ll leave in your wake~

“You’ll return to the Dark Cacao Kingdom someday? Yes! I’ll wait for you! I’ll always be waiting at the citadel gates for the day that you return!”

“I can’t keep you away from your dream of exploring the world and what lies beyond it. I will dream of the future where our stars will align once again…”

“R-right. I see that your home is the open road, taking you to wherever you’re needed. I’ll will watch for your return someday, when..I’m ready to get something off my chest.”

“If our paths do cross again, then that alone will give me peace that I’ll see you again. When you will have made your choice to call a place home, I’ll be here for you for when the Silver Kingdom becomes that home…”

Looking back, seeing those eyes full of hope and dedication, only made the smile on your face wider…

[datgreenmonstah]

Theropod Facial structure theory

I have been trying to write this paper out so many times and the lack of funds to hire an editor/publish as well as getting this organized in a fashion that's considered proper for a scientific paper has caused me to hit so many walls, not including the learning disabilities that have made this worse to get this out. So i'm doing this to get what information i've been gathering since 2018.

looking at young corvid images of their open mouth, they had a lip area in their mouth that the upper beak would overlap and lay in perfectly, this is what started me down the road along with noticing the formina on the sides of theropod faces matched that of goose skulls I saw online. As I had no access to actual specimens in person.

feeling as though waterfowl specimens were the easiest to obtain(they were actually more difficult than thought) as well as being closer to dinosaurs on the evolutionary tree next to ratites, and even living along dinosaurs during the late cretaceous ie presbyornis, they seemed to be the best to study for this.

After obtaining a pair of peking duck and an african goose, from some local farmers that donated them, they were dissected and preserved using techniques learned from taxidermy for study. The specimens had one side of their bills removed while leaving the skin intact on the otherside. One of the peking ducks kept the tissue on both sides, while only one side had the top layer of the epidermis removed, exposing the harder dermis underneath. A noticeable attribute was that before preservation the bills were plump and didn't show any texturing, except for the goose around the back nearest to the corner of the mouth. Once preserved however, the skin on the bills shrank, revealing grooves and texturing where nerves and blood vessels would run.

The sensory organs and nerves that ran in the bills were observed using a candlelight method/ie holding them up to the light.

Tyrannosaurus Juvenile Jane specimen for comparison

The deep grooves and formina on the bill, as well as the formina and grooves that are seen in T.Rex have many similarities, which was the main focus of this study as they're are numerous studies pertaining to their sensory organs. Also something to compare is that there is a distinct row of formina that's more prominent on older crocodiles and alligators along the dentiary similar to that of T.Rex, on both the top and bottom row of the mandibles.

saltwater crocodile head from crocodiledarwin.com and alligator from encyclopediaofarkansas.net

komodo dragon profile view(comparing formina)

Though waterfowl having lamillae cannot be used to compare enamel ware. While crocodiles and alligators have teeth, but are known for not having lips, have ware and tare on their teeth than animals like monitor lizards that have lips as shown in this study using a relative of Tyrannosaurus rex to prove they had some form of lip to protect their tooth enamel.

Another observation is that in alligators the bottom row of dentary is tucked under the upper mandible and covered more than in crocodilians. It would be interesting to see the tooth study done with other teeth on both animals, as some of the posterior dentary on the upper mandible can sometimes be seen tucking away in a pocket of skin as protection in some alligators.

Also looking at neonatal alligators shows a depression in the lower jaw area that the upper dentary could sit in, almost as though their reminants of lips

neonatal alligator from natgeo on alligator facial mechanoreceptors

and while alligators and crocodilians seem to have scaling on their face this is just thickened sensitive skin with cracked texturing imitating scales. Bills on waterfowl are also thickened as this allows them to forage in merky waters and plants without damaging their bills. While both animals have thickened skin on their manidbles, it is still a very sensitive part of their body that they use to navigate and explore/manipulate their environment as well as interact with other of their species. While reptiles have less sensitivity and do not share these organs along their faces(the skin sense organ of some iguanian lizards). This could be also a lack of information on the anatomy of reptile skulls and facial structures that could be expanded more for comparison.

However there was a study done on the facial sensitivity of Tyrannosaurus along with alligators

See Complex Neurovascular system in the dentary of Tyrannosaurus

See Despite their thick skins, alligators and crocodiles are surprisingly touchy

and while it took awhile to find and make available, there had been a paper written on a very similar organ within the bills of waterfowl, namely mallard ducks.

See The Morphology and Distribution of Cutaneous Mechanoreceptors(Herbst and Grandry Corpuscles in Bill and Tongue of the Mallard)

And while Monitor lizards and other reptiles share a similar formina pattern, they lack the textured grooves and sensitive organs archosaurs and certain avians share, as well as other anatomical features of moniotor lizard skulls that they share more closely with other reptiles and snakes than they do with the archosaurians and avians.

komodo dragon skull ventral view

Alligator(left) Crocodile(right) ventral views of skulls

Peking Duck skull with bill skin(ventral view)

T.Rex skull ventral view

another observation in many reptile skulls is how the upper and lower dentary interact. While some had teeth that overlapped the lower mandible, there seemed to be somewhere that the teeth met, either at the anterior end of the skull or continually all around, in monitors there was some sort of gap at the anterior portion of the dentary to make way for the tongue to be able to slide in and out without being obstructed too much while allowing the mouth to stay closed. Where as archosaurs and avians the two overlapped one another allowing for a scissoring affect with the teeth, the most noticeable being the anterior end of the mandibles. And while waterfowl lack the dentary that archosaurs and reptiles have, the lamillae still slide past one another similar to what's observed in many theropods, even in non avian dinosaurs. The thought of bone to tooth contact is considered as well, and there can be a sizeable closure without the need for the amount of soft tissue observed in reptiles.

proposed crocodilian like contact of tooth on mandible(top), proposed soft tissue similar to that of monitor lizards(bottom left), new proposed soft tissue without scaled lips(bottom right)

Having soft tissued lips that is similar to that of a waterfowls bill allows for the mechanosensory corpusicules to interact as well as still allows for protection of the tooth enamel.

The way their upper dentary line up with their lower mandibular formina seems to follow the same pattern, compared to reptiles that didn't curve upwards towards the anterior portion of the lower mandible. There's also a possibility of having a nail, like waterfowl, or some large scale, like many other reptiles with dentary, at the anterior ends of the upper and lower manible. This is due to the amount of formina clustering in a pattern like structure similarly seen in both waterfowl and reptiles.

These observations and studies allowed for an idea of how to reconstruct Tyrannosaurus Rex

Juvenile Jane Tyannosaurus Rex skull, with open and closed mouth(top) and reconstructions

Even constructing a physical reconstruction to better observe how the lips and teeth would interact.

Paper mache head reconsturction done in a similar manner to the duck and goose specimens used in this study

Also when reconstructing, and also accounting for tooth slippage, there was an issue with a sizable gap at the anterior end with the front dentary when closing the jaws when attempting to imitate the mouth closing similar to that of previous reconstructions using reptile lips, where as with the more waterfowl skin reconstruction there was less of an issue and also less of an overhanging bottom lip.

Pages from personal study notes

There was also the issue of either exposing the jaw muscles similar to how crocodilians, alligators, and other reptiles are observed to have, or to cover it in skin like birds. One of the arguments is that the mouth wouldn't be able to open to the extent allosaurians and tyrannosaurus are able to open their mouths. When there are several avian species with skin over the area that can very well open their mouths just as wide, ie Bell Birds, which have a widened jugal bone like that of tyrannosaurus.

Young tyrannosaurus specimen(chomper)

Also to note, in most reconstructions where there is a bony knob on the jugal, circled in the above example, is more than likely a muscle attachment point, and the divet in the space before the attachment point could allow for the corner of the lips to sit.

In conclusion, Tyrannosaurus Rex and possible other theropod dinosaurs with similar skull anatomy of the upper and lower mandibles more than likely had thickened yet sensitive skin with a lip like structure similar to that of waterfowl and not a scaled skin.

Additional research papers on duck bill anatomy/mechanreceptors

Histomorphogenesis of Upper Beak in Muscovy Ducks (Cairina moschata)

3D architecture and a bicellular mechanism of touch detection in mechanosensory corpuscle

Molecular basis of tactile specialization in the duck bill

Personal Notes on research

[clawsdevour]

‧ ⁺彡daichi bf hcs

wc: 0.5k content warning: fluff, slight smut, aged up, mention of praise, not proofread, post-time skip, my booty writing

ᛝ࣪; ⋆ ᧔ꪫ 🐦‍⬛

ִ-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to treat you with the world's utmost care. His every approach with you is like you're being pampered even if it's the most little acts of love. For example, he'd follow the side walk rule, tie your laces when he notices that they're untied, hold your bags and opens every door for you.

-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to love just being with you. He'd love to just cuddle with you on the couch cozily as you watch some sort of comedy or romcom. He loves holding you as both of your warmth mixes together, he'd also love giving you kisses on the top of your head.

-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to love going on road trips with you. He'd book out all the hotels and plan out routes and schedules for the touristy spots so you can both enjoy them together. He'd love just walking around somewhere new with you, exploring the world hand in hand.

-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to check in with you on the phone while he's out patrolling. He wants to know if you've ate or just overall talking care of your own health. He loves to know what you have been up to the whole day with frequent phone calls, your voice simply just comforts him.

-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to LOVE when you cook him food. But if what you serve him doesn't taste right, he'd still eat it and tell you it's good because you made it for him with love. His face may tell a different story though...

-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to love holding your hands, or having your arms around his biceps. He loves knowing that you want to be with him at his side at all times.

-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to have your parents absolutely love him. Upon first meeting him he's literally become their son. Daichi's out there helping your parents set up the dinner table and maybe even with the cooking. They love his refreshing and down to earth energy, especially how grounded his love for you is.

-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to praise you throughout the whole time you're taking him. He loves to pepper you kisses starting from your face down to your torso while saying something like 'you feel so good.. and look so gorgeous beneath me.'

-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to put you into a mating press when you want him to go ham inside of you, especially when you're going feral over each other. He enjoys having your legs pushed down all the way down towards your chest, mainly having his strong hands under your plush thighs as he sees them squeeze out from the sides.

-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to have you all cleaned up in bed while holding you to sleep. He'd coo in your ear how you're literally the love of his life as he watches your breathing pace slowly rise and fall, waiting for you to fall asleep before he's able to drift off.

masterlist here

[apomaro-mellow]

Govt gets kas!eddie fin

Part 8

"They're coming?! What the hell does that mean, Sinclair?!", Robin shrieked.

"The babies! Okay?!" Lucas went to Steve's side, dropping his weapons and pulling up the thick hoodie, revealing his stomach.

Robin felt rocks drop in hers when she saw how big it was. The it rolled when she saw it move. "What the-", she gagged a little and put her hand against a tree. "I can't do this. I can't do this."

"Robin, you gotta help me! You're a girl!"

"This!", she jabbed her finger towards Steve's stomach. "Has nothing to do with womanhood!"

Steve regained lucidity for just a moment, coming back into himself and gasping. "Please. Robin please. They're Eddie's. Mine and Eddie's. Please, Robin, I don't know what to do."

His eyes were glistening and any nausea Robin felted was replaced by loyalty. "Let's get out of here first", she said.

She and Lucas both helped Steve to his feet and hobbled more than walked back to the portal El had opened. Steve was heavy on a normal day but now that he was pregnant?

'How is he pregnant?!!!!', Robin's brain wailed while she tried to get Steve to safety.

Steve's car was right there and Robin helped Steve into the backseat while Lucas got behind the wheel. They had both completely forgotten about the others until the walkie crackled to life and Mike could be heard on the other end.

"Lucas?! Robin?! What happened!?"

"Something's wrong with Eddie, he went berserk and took off!", Dustin screamed.

Robin met Lucas' eyes through the rearview mirror. Then Steve let out a scream and they both got their heads in the game. Lucas grabbed the walkie-talkie and sped down the road, one hand on the wheel.

"No time to explain! He's probably following us. We're going to Steve's!"

"Did something happen to Steve?!", Dustin screeched. "Why is El smiling?!?"

Lucas slammed his foot on the pedal the moment the Harrington house was in sight, parking haphazardly in the driveway. Moments later, they heard a strange wail and a portal opened up in the front yard. Eddie bounded through it, blood still dripping from his mouth.

Without a word, he scooped Steve from the backseat and brought him inside, placing him into his nest. Lucas and Robin were still panicking, scrambling around and grabbing birthing supplies. But all Eddie did was rumble softly and Steve's fears were put to rest. He was still in pain, but he knew Eddie wouldn't let anything happen to their pups.

"Oh god this is gonna be a mess", Robin said, snapping Steve back to reality.

"Eddie, take me upstairs. To the guest room." He didn't know how the babies would be coming out, but soon the house would be full of people and he'd prefer it if every single one of them didn't see his junk. Eddie obeyed without question, carrying him up the stairs.

Robin followed, holding Steve's hand the moment he was put onto the bed.

"You sure you wanna be here? It's gonna be gross", Steve warned her.

"Well, don't women usually have their moms around for support? And your mom's not here so..."

Steve laughed through the pain and Robin helped him strip down while Eddie washed Vecna's blood off. He would greet his offspring with a clean mouth and hands. Once cleaned, he put a hand to Steve's stomach.

"They're ready. Are you?"

"As I'll ever be", Steve breathed out.

Downstairs screaming could be heard as the others arrived. Dustin was the first to try and bound up the stairs but Lucas grabbed him in time.

"You don't wanna go up there, man."

While Lucas was bombarded with questions and he gave the best explanation he could, Steve pushed three new lives out of him. When it was all said and done, Steve was drenched in sweat and the room was covered in black goo. And there were three blobs of blackness cradled in Eddie's arms. They looked spiny, almost like seas urchins, but Steve could tell they were soft. He'd know if there'd been something that sharp in him.

"Oh Eddie...", he sighed. "They're..."

Their little spines touched at Eddie and each other, exploring the world already. Eddie cooed and laid down next to Steve, letting him touch. They were wet and a little slimy but utterly perfect to Steve.

"Hello", he whispered, completely in awe.

Robin crept out to give them some privacy and to clean herself off a bit. While she was gone, the new parents continued to speak to their babes when something strange happened. One began to move oddly, shifting and turning, its color changing as it did. And right before their eyes, their pup changed from appearing like a sea urchin to a normal human baby. Well, almost normal.

The other two followed suit, flexing their toes and fingers, getting used to the new form before giving their lungs a test run and crying. One had the beginnings of a tail, like Eddie. The second baby had tiny wings on their back, useless for now but would probably take them to the skies when they grew. And the third had the most human appearance if it weren't for the start of teeth already that promised to be fangs and claws.

Steve chuckled. "Not looking forward to breastfeeding you."

Eddie kissed his forehead. "They know not to bite their mother."

They adjusted so that they could try just that. Steve didn't think it would work but he was able to get one latched on while Eddie held the other two. They'd need names. And beds. And diapers. And shit did they still live in a good school district? Eddie pushed those thoughts away with another kiss, this time to his lips.

"Did I make good on that promise?", he asked, looking more like himself before he died than ever.

Steve grinned. "I don't know...Three is hardly a litter. You might need to knock me up again~", he winked.

Eddie beamed and kissed him again, careful of the infants in his arms. "That can be arranged."

There was a knock so hesitant at the door, Steve could have cried.

"You ready to face the wolves?"

Eddie looked at him, eyes full of love. "Better the wolves than the government."

END

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[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"I HATE YOU, LOVE" (PART 2)

THIS IS THE SECOND PART OF THE FIC I JUST POSTED, SOOO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AS WELL! 🖤😊

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

As agreed, when you finished your shift, you met him outside the restaurant.

He was talking with the rest of the sons, who nodded to you.

Jax led the way, and they all followed until the two of you were alone. Chibs looked adorably nervous, which made you smile.

"Hop on," he said, tapping the seat of the bike behind him. He handed you his helmet.

"Where are we going?" you asked, climbing onto the Harley.

"The only place where we can talk without anyone bothering us," he said before giving the bike a boost.

A few minutes later, you arrived at a kind of house near the road.

Chibs parked in front of it, and you got off the bike, taking off your helmet at the same time.

"What's this?" you asked, looking at the structure

“Diosa is doing very well, and we've been thinking about expanding.” He nodded toward the house. “It's all fixed up, but we haven't even opened it yet.”

As you walked in, you noticed the large red sofas in the entryway and the simple black and white decor.

“It's beautiful, Chibs,” you smiled. “Whoever decorated it definitely has good taste.”

“It was Nero with Gemma's help,” he said. You smiled.

“I'm glad they're doing well,” you commented. He nodded.

“Me too,” he confessed. “Gemma deserves to be happy after all the shit she's been through, just like Nero,” he murmured. “I guess they complement each other in some way.”

“That's… very nice,” you whispered. It almost seems like you didn't say it.

“Oh, shut up,” he said, making you laugh.

“What did you want to talk about?” "You asked, wanting to get straight to the point."

He crossed his arms, the leather of his jacket making a soft rustle that made you even more nervous than you already were.

"I want to clarify what's going on between us."

"And what's that?"

"That we hate each other."

"Then there's nothing else to talk about, right?" you blurted out.

"You can't walk away from this conversation, love," he murmured gently. "I brought you here so we can talk, so that's exactly what we're going to do."

"Okay," you agreed, looking at him intently. "Talk then." I've been the one who's said the most since we arrived.

"Fair enough" he murmured, running his hands through his hair as he sat down on one of the blood-red sofas. "I think the reason I started hating you is because I didn't know exactly what to call the feelings I have for you," he began, stealing your breath away. "So instead of facing them head-on, I hid behind the wall of shame, telling you I hated you so I wouldn't have to admit…"

"What?" you murmured in a whisper. He looked up at you. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the first time I saw you," he blurted out. "And that makes me hate myself."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not supposed to be feeling this."

"Who says?" You turned theatrically to both sides. “I don’t see anyone.”

“Fuck, you’re insufferable,” he said, laughing. “I hate you.”

“I know,” you smiled.

You stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, until one of you took control.

That’s how you ended up on Chibs’s lap, his hands exploring every inch of your body just as he did with his mouth.

“Baby,” he gasped as he shed all your clothes and scanned your face before looking at your face again. “You’re…”

You didn’t give him time to continue.

You placed your lips against his, causing him to firmly grasp your face in his hands.

Clearly, he wasn’t going to let you go, and you didn’t want him to either.

You moved on top of him and could feel his straining erection straining against his leather pants.

You both gasped at the feel of that bulge between you.

"Do you feel it, sweetheart?" he growled in your ear. "That's what you do to me," he whispered. "Only you."

"Chibs… I need…" you gasped when he grabbed your chin to kiss you again.

"I know, doll. I know exactly what you need," he murmured, undoing his belt and slowly pulling down his pants in a messy manner.

You didn't care about anything anymore; you just wanted him to do it already.

You needed him so much that you felt like you were running out of air if he didn't do it now.

"Are you ready?" he asked. You nodded, unable to speak.

You had never felt so full as when he entered you.

You dug your nails into his leather jacket, right over the reaper, while he moved against you, letting out the dirtiest moans and gasps you'd ever heard.

"I hate you," he growled as he grazed that spot inside you that was making your head spin.

"I thought we were past that phase," you blurted out, kissing him again. "Besides…" you said between kisses, "If you hate me… Why are you inside me?"

"I could ask you the same question," he blurted out, mimicking your earlier response. "Why did you let me be?"

"For the same reason you brought me here in the first place," you murmured "because I hate you, and you hate me too, don't you?

“I'm not sure about anything anymore,” he moaned, holding onto your hips. “I'm going to cum,” he warned. “Fuck, I've only been here a short time and I'm going to cum like a fucking teenager at the tender age of twelve.”

“Well, I guess you don't have as much stamina as before,” you gasped, causing him to pull your hair back slightly so you were looking directly into his eyes.

“I've changed my mind. I still hate you,” he blurted out as he emptied himself out of you.

After that, you lay down on his chest and without realizing it, you fell asleep to the sound of his breathing while he combed your hair between his fingers, thinking about what he had done to deserve a girl like you.

[fallloverfic]

Thoughts on To Be Hero X Episode 3: The Ever-Standing Hero

Another great episode!

The animation's still so lovely. I do like what they're doing with the 3D, but I'm just imagining how much more fun a full 2D animated series in the style they use would be. It looks so nice and I love whenever they use it, though this episode they kind of cranked up the horror, at least for the downsides of Firm Man's powers.

I like they still focus on Lin Ling's regret. They could have easily moved on, and many shows do, but obviously he feels doubts, and maybe that ties into his increased anxiety he mentions as part of his perfect powers. I also appreciate they incorporate it a bit into his movements (e.g., with the soda cans, and even how he moves around spaces). OCD can be really debilitating. They haven't really shown the full breadth of it (though the at least vague implication it's maybe what led Nice to jump is there, I suppose), so it'll be interesting to see how it's explored in future.

Apparently Nice's Hero Tower floor number is actually a 12, not a 10, but also not a 15. So did Lin Ling drop in the rankings to 15 from Nice's 12 at some point? Wouldn't really make sense because he seemingly didn't move rooms, unless they just did it without showing us...

It's a really weird way to draw a two, though.

Also did that one guy get smashed to bits against Firm Man adlkjal I know the show opened with an apparent suicide, but wow lol

This is me.

I also just want to compliment how nice (no pun intended) it is watch Lin Ling fly around. It's so smooth and pretty. His movement in general is really pleasant to watch.

I don't feel super big brain for guessing Wolf Girl was the little girl. That seemed really heavily foreshadowed lol I think the angle of "this fan noticed something no one else did and tried to help in their own way" is an interesting premise for a narrative, especially when, despite Lin Ling's insistence that she wasn't going to kill the other little girl and didn't care about destroying the statue, she likely hurt and maybe even killed a lot of people. The piping is seemingly for water, and we have no idea how much damage her stunt caused to the local infrastructure. How many people might be without running water or have contaminated water for some length of time, or no access to functional bathrooms, or any sewage backlogs that might cause issues even with the functional stuff, let alone how screwed up the roads are going to be for deliveries, travel, and work. How many people were trapped in collapses or injured by debris, especially disabled folks, or will suffer while waiting for rescue as most of the other heroes are busy or disabled themselves.

There's just the disconnect of "people force a lot of expectations on celebrity" and "some people notice how bad that is for them and just want them to be free", which can be a good thing, with, "okay, but she definitely killed and/or injured people, possibly permanently, just to save one guy, who would have potentially been haunted with letting the world down or letting a kid die." And maybe that's part of the point: obsessing over a celebrity and trying to control them because you think you know what's best for them isn't a good thing, either. It was Lin Ling's interference that saved the day, to a degree, after all, not Wolf Girl's. And Firm Man's decision to let go of his power.

Also liked the "bullying is shitty" plot. Some folks mock the bullying in these animated series like, "Oh it can't be that bad, that's cartoonishly over the top." Nah, it's generally worse :/

Generally, though, I appreciate the story exploring the downsides of certain powersets. Poor Firm Man. He really went through a lot. I hope he gets to sleep and go to the bathroom normally and just breathe. I also love Lin Ling's aside that lifting the world's biggest boulder really isn't hero work or generally necessary lol I mean why is a giant statue made of diamond(???) necessary (also why couldn't they have, I don't know, moved it over a few feet, set it down, and then gotten to safety?).

Also I'm happy the little girl got up and ran to safety instead of waiting for Firm Man to do it. Another show might have made her wait. She didn't. She was proactive. Good.

Considering Enlighter's whole thing is about revealing frauds, I wonder if that's even Moon, or just a decoy, maybe someone he dressed up, or even a hologram or something, considering what we've seen of the technology. But generally, it sucks if she got captured when she thought she was free! Since she left her gun behind, and potentially her power with it, she probably is more vulnerable.

I'm curious if Wreck (if he survived) will come back next episode? To help "Nice" maybe? It'll be interesting, anyway. Looking forward to Episode 4!

More thoughts:

Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3 (You are here), Episode 4, Episode 5, Episode 6, Episode 7, Episode 8, Episode 9, Episode 10, Episode 11, Episode 12

[shallowseeker]

i wonder if the empty deal would've made a bit more sense as like. framing castiel being stagnant as being miserable for him, while allowing himself to change and move onto the next stage of his life would be happiness. like him confessing is not necessarily the Peak of happiness but rather him allowing himself to move past where he's been stuck for the past year, and giving himself permission to be truthful and open, and the empty is punishing him for being willing to change.

You know, I actually quite like that—angels being framed as a kind of prolonged stasis.

ANNA: SICK FOR HOME

Anna hints that this is especially relevant for the soldier class of angels. In 4x10, she talks about being kept in the dark while she was stationed on earth, far away from home/Heaven:

ANNA: I was stationed on earth 2,000 years. Just... watching... silent... invisible... out on the road... sick for home... waiting on orders from an unknowable father I can't begin to understand. So don't tell me that -- 4x10

Anna struggled with being a non-participant in the beauty of her own life. That seems to be a primary reason she fell—this intense loneliness.

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CAS: LIMITATIONS & REPETITION

And if we go back to Cas’s Ecclesiastes-like breakdown in Season 7, you can see glimmers of that theme there, too—this idea of repetition, futility, the weight of an existence that just is, without real progress or change.

(Aside// Ecclesiastes is a book in the Bible that explores the meaning/meaninglessness of life, and in one of the scripts, Cas mentions favoring it in a conversation with Jack. I've found it fitting ever since.)

In 7x21, Cas talks about the (symbolic) futility of striving for resources, for happiness:

MEG: Oh. Okay. He's at a dog track in Perth. CASTIEL: I’m surrounded by large unhappy dogs. MEG: Yeah, they're unhappy 'cause the rabbit's fake.  [...] CASTIEL: [to MEG] You know, those racing dogs were absolutely miserable. They can only think in ovals. 7x21

Cas talks about this again with respect to the horror of the repetition. It's boring being a non-participant. The wars and sex mean nothing when you love nothing.

CASTIEL: They're from the Garrison – my old Garrison. Looks like Hester's taken over. We were assigned to watch the earth. Often, it was boring. The wars were very boring and the sex – you know, the repetition. Anyway, I was, uh... I was their captain. Isn't that strange? 7x21

CAS: DISTANCING HIMSELF FROM HUMANITY

Here, Cas is retreating into a shell. He's purposely distancing himself from his own life (and mistakes). His breakdown is regression to the nihilism of non-participation.

He distances himself from humanity, from his own feelings, from Dean. He talks about humans in the abstract ("monkeys"), and he seems to retreat into accepting his place as being "a station above them," prospering from humanity's misfortune.

CASTIEL: You know, we weren't sure at first which monkeys were gonna make it. No offense, but I [DEAN moves a marker on the board] was backing the Neanderthals because their poetry was... just amazing. It's in perfect tune [CASTIEL picks up a card] with the spheres. But in the end, it was you – the [CASTIEL moves a marker] homo sapiens sapiens. You guys ate the apple, invented pants. [...] CASTIEL: We live in a "sorry" universe. It's engineered to create conflict. I mean, why should I prosper from... your misfortune? [CASTIEL puts down a marker and moves DEAN’s marker back to the start.] But these are the rules. I didn't make them. 7x21

The human-angel divide is a deep throughline from s6 through s10—and probably beyond. Cas’s struggle with free will, the angel wars, Metatron’s schemes, Gadreel’s arc, even Dean’s Mark. It’s a constant power imbalance, always circling back to what truly makes someone human—or angelic. "I need your blood... I'm not human." / "I'm not human. It won't work for me." / "I just want to be an angel (again)." / "I'm a lot like people." / "Don't make things complicated as you humans tend to do."

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And yeah, that's a lot of words to say I agree that Cas retains this sense of angelic stoicism/asceticism, even after coming to Earth and loving and protecting his human family.

He's been trained his entire life to hold back emotions (SEE: The implications of the existence of Rit Zien, period). As late as season 10, he's (hypocritically) working to scoop up other angels and send them back to Heaven, even when they want to stay on earth! Then there's his whole... thing with guilt and penance.

Cas is so complicated!

him confessing is not necessarily the Peak of happiness but rather him allowing himself to move past where he's been stuck for the past year, and giving himself permission to be truthful and open ... and the empty is punishing him for being willing to change.

But you're right that this deal has a horrific implication because, as empowering as it is that Cas is breaking out of stasis, in pushing past his angelic asceticism, it reads as punishment.

Even the visual language reinforces punishment. The abyss opens between two handcuffs—literal restraints:

And even at the end, it reads like an empty chair, but not just any empty chair. It's a chair caught in a snare, a devil's trap! Even after the sacrifice is over, Dean’s feet are still inside the circle.

Still trapped there, too (symbolically).

I’ve said it before, but there really is something fascinating about the respective traps in 15x09 "The Trap" and 15x18 "Despair." In both, Cas disappears from the circle. In both, Dean is left desolate and alone.

First, in a Purgatory of the non-participatory non-living. Then, in a torture dungeon.

I mean… deep sigh. I think you're right that there's no way getting around the structural, visceral, visible specter of it being a cruel punishment.

It’s devastating on so many levels.

[entomolog-t]

The cold weather has me absolutely FERAL for cold weather G/t meet cutes (and not so cutes).

Like, maybe a borrower is looking for a particular item their resident human keeps in their purse/backpack etc... and while routing through it, they happen to miss the sound of the human's alarm going off (much earlier than their normal routine). They don't, however, miss the sound of them barreling down the stairs. Before their mind can form any semblance of a coherent thought, they're sent sprawling back as their whole world seems to flip as the human haphazardly grabs the back and rushes out the door.

The car rumbles to a start- and they hear the muffled sound of the human swearing and the door opening and closing again. They risk a peak outside the bag and see the human preoccupied with scraping ice of the window.

In a snap decision, they clamber out of the bag, hiding themselves in whatever spot they can manage. This was fine. They'd have to figure a way back in the bag later, but the human never left the house for longer than a few hours at a time. They'd never actually been in a car before- and the air that was being blasted through it was warmer than expected. Perhaps they notice some travel snacks laying about.

This would be fine...

Right?

Hours later the borrower is deeply regretting their choice to abandon the bag, having learned that the car, unlike the house, does not stay warm while the human isn't inside. They can hear the wind howling outside.

In the beginning it was almost peaceful. Watching the snow fall from the safety of a still bearably warm vehicle, sheltered from the ruthless wind outside... but as the chill sets in, so too does the panic.

They try to take their mind off the cold, moving around, exploring the vehicle to stave off both the chill and boredom alike, though their curiosity is short-lived.

Hours pass, the winter sun too quickly setting in the horizon, and taking with it what little warmth it offered. If they're lucky, maybe there's a discarded glove or hat left laying about that they can take some degree of shelter in, though it offers little relief.

They don't remember falling asleep, but they do remember waking- their body racked with brutal shivers, teeth clacking together as they curln in on themselves. It's dark. Though in the pale light of the moon, they catch the soft puffs of their breath in the air.

The approach of footsteps is both terrifying and relieving simultaneously. The borrower scrambles out of sight and lets out a barely audible sigh of relief as the car rumbles to a start, slowly bringing warmth back into the vehicle.

Their relief, however, is short-lived. The human tosses their bag in the back with a huff- out of reach of the borrower. They panic the whole ride back, trying to come up with some semblance of a plan but- nothing.

The human drives, eyes barely managing to focus on the road. Exam season was painful. They'd spent the whole day on campus trying to cram a semesters worth of material into their brain. They hadn't meant to stay so late, but their practice exams had gone... not great.

As they pulled into their parking spot, they could practically hear their bed calling their name. Though, as they go to exit the car, they hear something else entirely.

"Wait!"

They swallow. A strange feeling of dread pricking at the back of their neck as they realize the voice had come from their own car. Frantically, their eyes scan the car, thankfully seeing no person hiding in the back.

Just as they're about to dismiss it as some sleep deprived strangeness, they see it. A small figure, standing frozen on their passenger seat. Even at their tiny size, they're visible shaking.

"Please... I-" they seem at a loss for words. Maybe they don't know how to explain the situation, maybe they don't want to. The only thing they know for sure is they absolutely do not want to stay in the car another second.

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AHHH ! I love cold tiny meet cutes so much!! Especially when it differs a bit from the classic "tiny passed out in snow"

Anyways! Enjoy my current flavor of g/t brain rot😘