#I wrote this in an hour

[carmenberzattosgf]

riding carmy in his office oops!

( this ended up being kinda subby carm??? hope thats okay) I think this is something that honestly wouldn't happen too often, except for late at night when no one else is there. In my mind once The Bear is opened, Carmy tries his best to be more professional. His resolve drops after a particularly bad day, though.

You know from the second you entered the office Carmen had a bad day. It's nearing midnight, and the restaurant is completely empty. The look in his eyes make it clear he doesn't want to talk about it, but you didn't really have much talking in mind anyway.

You start by straddling his hips in his office chair, giving him a big hug. Carmy practically melts into your body. "You know, Carm, I think I know something that might make you feel better," you smirk.

"Oh yeah? What might that be?" You don't answer at first. Instead leaning down to leave kisses along his neck. His grip on your waist tightens as you suck on his pulse point.

"Gonna ride you until you feel better," you whisper into his ear. You feel him tense up underneath you, and move to hold his face in your hands to make him maintain eye contact. "Does that sound good, baby?"

"Y-yes. Yes please," he stutters out, already a hazy look in his eyes. He loves it when you take charge like this. It helps him de-stress after a long day. It's nice for him to not be in control for once.

You work quickly to take of your pants and underwear before moving to his, throwing the clothing to the floor. He's already rock hard before you even touch him. "Oh, sweetheart, you must need it bad, huh?" you say teasingly.

"Need it. Need you. Need to be inside you so bad, please," Carmy begs. His fingernails dig into your skin from how hard he's gripping your hips.

"I'll take care of you, baby. Gonna make you feel so much better." You line up his weeping cock with your center before sinking down on his length. A guttural moan leaves Carmy's throat at the feeling of your soaking cunt engulfing him. His head falls into the crook of your neck when you bottom out, trying to muffle his desperate whines as you moving on his cock. You won't allow that though. You wanna hear him.

With both of your hands you pull his head out from your neck and cup his face. "You know I don't like it when you hide like that. Want to hear you and see that beautiful face, my pretty boy." Carmy's face is practically painted pink at the praise. He's not going to last long like this.

"Sorry, wasn't thinking. You just feel so good, baby. Shit-" You pick up the pace that your hips bounce, watching as his face scrunches in pleasure. That's your favorite part of having him like this, to see him slowly lose himself in the feeling of you.

You know he's nearing his orgasm by how much he's twitching inside of you. "You gonna cum, Carmy? Gonna cum for me? You've been such a good boy, listening to me so well."

Carmy whimpers as you encourage him. "Shit- you're so good to me. So fucking good to me. Want you to cum, too." His thumb begins to circle your clit in quick movements. The feeling starts to bring you to an edge.

You're getting desperate now, lifting up your hips in rapid succession to chase your high. Carmy's other hand stays on your waist, aiding in your movements. His thumb never slow down on your clit, determined to bring you to orgasm. He's holding back his own climax, wanting to cum with you. This is about him though, not you. "Go on Carmy, fill me up. You've been so good, baby. Cum for me."

A strangled groan leaves his mouth as he spills inside of you. The feeling of him inside of you combined with his thumb circling your clit sends you right over the edge, too. You stay wrapped up in his arms while you both come back down. He's the first to break the silence.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I needed that."

"Anything for you, Carmy. Let's clean up and go home, yeah?"

The night ends with you and Carmy back at home in bed, wrapped up in each others arms while you both drift off to sleep <3

[oceanlix]

Day 23: Hongjoong + Toys

Pairing: Hongjoong x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1922

Warnings: Use of a vibrator, public sex, voyeurism, degradation, dirty talk, edging, fingering, begging, spanking, creampie

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Hongjoong peels down your panties, grabbing a handful of your ass on his way between your legs. He tugs on the little ring attached to the vibrator inside you, pulling the toy out just a little before pushing it back in. You let out a whimper, but he just smirks down at you.

“You’re the one who wanted to be a brat,” he reminds you with a click of his tongue. Hongjoong cups his hand over your soaked panties and you moan loudly. It’s filthy and anyone could walk up the terrace and see you two, but that’s part of the thrill of it all.

“Hongjoong,” you whisper, wrapping your hands around his arm. You don’t want him to stop touching you, not when you’ve been on the edge for nearly an hour. He’s just holding your pussy in his palm, but you’re ready to burst. “Please let me cum, I’ll be good from now on.”

Hongjoong eyes you up and down. You both know it’s a lie, but he seems to be considering it. That is, until he taps your center roughly and pulls his arm back from your grip. Your eyes roll back in your head as the vibrator suddenly buzzes even stronger, your hands gripping the railing. Hongjoong leans back against the railing and smirks at you, his hand wrapped around the remote in his pocket that only you can see.

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet,” he says under his breath, just as Seonghwa passes by you two on his way to the bar. You can feel your arousal starting to drip down your legs, but the only way to really stop it is if you squeeze your thighs together. That would mean no escape from the vibrator, which Hongjoong has on a high enough level now that you’re panting and trying not to moan out loud.

Your skirt isn’t very long, so it’s not going to hide much if you keep leaking like this. Hongjoong seems to know that, judging by the way he glanced around before sticking a hand between your legs. He swipes the fluid up and pops his fingers in his mouth, grinning at you like the cat who got the cream. You feel impossibly hot as you watch him, unable to tear your eyes away. How you landed such a hot man was beyond your understanding sometimes.

“I promise I’ll be good,” you say again, your eyes on Hongjoong’s lips as he pulls his fingers out of his mouth. You want his cock, but you’ll take anything at this point. You don’t even care if he decides to fuck you right here on the terrace in front of everyone; you just want to cum.

Hongjoong looks at you again, his expression unreadable. He grabs you with two handfuls of your ass, hauling your body flush against his. His cock is hard in his jeans, pressing against your clothed center. It makes the vibrator inside you shift and you groan into his neck, clutching the fabric of his sweater tightly in your hands.

“You’ve got me so hard it hurts,” he hisses in your ear, his hands sliding inside the back of your panties and pushing them down. Anyone coming up the stairs can see your bare ass in this position, but you don’t care because your boyfriend’s touching you again. “Would you let me fuck you right here, like a desperate little slut?”

You nod, kissing at his neck while he continues to grope you. The vibrator buzzes along at the same pace until Hongjoong turns it off suddenly, his hands shoving your panties down to your knees. He pulls on the string until the toy pops out, your swollen pussy clinging onto it until the very last second. You whine at the loss, but you barely have a chance to catch your breath before Hongjoong stuffs two fingers into your waiting hole.

“You’re so wet,” he grunts, searching for that spot inside you that will make you scream. He glances over your shoulder at the table of your friends on the lower level of the patio, making sure no one is headed up here or even looking. Yes, it’s hot that you’re letting him fuck you in public like this, but he doesn’t actually want anyone to see you. You’re actually for his eyes only.

“I need your cock,” you tell him, your hand sliding down to palm him over his jeans. You’re bordering on bratty again, but you think it’s better to move this along before someone notices how indecent you two are being.

Hongjoong sighs and unbuttons his jeans, taking his cock out of his underwear. He spits on his hand and spreads the saliva down his shaft, quickly lining his cockhead up at your entrance. He looks around again before pushing into you, groaning quietly as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“You just couldn’t wait until we got home, huh?” he asks, turning you around so your ass is against the railing. Hongjoong’s grip on your hips is almost painful as he thrusts into you quickly, wanting to make sure you both cum as soon as possible.

You shake your head. “No, I wanted your cock so bad,” you babble. It’s not a lie, you really did want his cock from the moment you woke up this morning. But your boyfriend had refused to even touch you, so you’d taken matters into your own hands. You’d tried to suck him off in the shower only for him to push your head away. You’d tried to feel him up while he made lunch, but that had resulted in him ignoring you for an hour. Finally, when you thought he was coming back to bed to fuck you, Hongjoong had pulled out the vibrator and told you he was going to leave it in you all evening while you went out for dinner with your friends. And now here you are, getting railed on the terrace of your favorite restaurant. Perhaps you had won in the end anyway.

“So greedy,” he hisses in your ear. You nod, pushing your ass back against him. “You won’t even take what I give you without complaining.” His hand comes down on your ass with a slap you’re sure is going to draw someone’s attention, but you don’t care anymore. You’re so close to your orgasm that nothing would make you stop now.

“I think we have an audience,” your boyfriend says to you suddenly. Your eyes snap open and you turn your head to look down at the table where your friends are sitting. Wooyoung is staring right back at you, his jaw slightly agape. There’s no way he doesn’t realize the two of you are fucking, not with the way your bodies are moving. You simply stare back at him as Hongjoong reaches down to rub your clit, unable to break his gaze.

“You must really like being watched,” Hongjoong snickers, pinching your clit and making your hips jump. “You’re leaking all over my cock, baby.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as he shifts his hips into a new angle, losing sight of Wooyoung in the process. You can only cling into Hongjoong’s arms as he fucks you harder and deeper, chasing his high. You wish you could see the look on Wooyoung’s face now, but the pleasure is building within you and your focus is entirely on your release.

“Come on my cock, you greedy little slut,” Hongjoong tells you, grabbing your chin in his hand so you have nowhere else to look but at him. You feel hot all over as he pumps his cock in and out of you, his dark eyes locked on yours. It only takes a few more thrusts before you’re coming around his cock, fighting the urge to keep quiet as you clench around him.

Your pussy is swollen from use and it’s a little uncomfortable, but you slump back against the railing and let him continue using your body to get off. Your eyes drift down to Wooyoung again, who’s still watching the two of you intently. You’re probably going to get caught by the others soon because Wooyoung is never quiet for this long consecutively, but you don’t care. You’ve gotten your orgasm and Hongjoong is about to have his, so nothing matters.

“I’m coming inside,” your boyfriend grunts. You’re on birth control and you both know that, but you appreciate the way he always warns you anyway in case you don’t want him to. There’s not much choice here though, since you’re in public and can’t exactly take a cumshot to the face. That’s something you’re saving for a possible next time.

You nod, eyes still focused on your friend that’s watching the two of you. Hongjoong is hitting you so deep with his cock now that your body is moving up and down the railing quite a lot. You can see Wooyoung’s hand drifting to the front of his jeans, just barely palming his cock through the fabric. It’s hot, and it makes your body react again.

“Are you seriously going to cum a second time just because he’s watching you?” Hongjoong asks, almost in disbelief. He gently touches your clit, fascinated with the way you jerk your hips towards his fingers. “Wow, unbelievable.”

He doesn’t sound mad at all, just amazed. You clench and unclench your walls around his cock, urging him to cum. You don’t care if you have a second orgasm or not, you just want to feel his hot seed filling up your cunt. Your panties are too thin to help you hold all of it in for the rest of dinner, but the thought of leaking all over your thighs is exciting you even more.

“Come on, fill me up,” you hiss at Hongjoong, squeezing his arms. “Let’s put on a show for Wooyoung.”

Your boyfriend groans, thumbing at your clit. A few more thrusts and he stills within you, his cock emptying his hot fluid into your pussy. Your own release hits just after his, your walls milking him until he’s dry. You wrap your arms around his waist and hold him still until your toes stop tingling, laying your head on his shoulder.

“That was hot,” you sigh, leaning up to kiss him. Hongjoong smirks at you, brushing some hair away from your forehead. He pulls out of you with a wince, then yanks your panties up to hold in the cum.

“I never took you for such a dirty girl,” he teases, grabbing two handfuls of your ass. Hongjoong spreads your cheeks slightly and lets go, the squelching noise of your ruined panties making you flush slightly. It’s stupid to be embarrassed now, but you can’t help it.

“Maybe we should invite him next time?” Your boyfriend tips his head in Wooyoung’s direction, who’s still watching the two of you and touching his cock as discreetly as he can. You giggle at the thought, filing it away in the back of your mind.

“Maybe,” you reply, pecking Hongjoong on the lips. You help him tuck his cock back into his jeans, not missing the chance to cop a little feel before he zips them up.

“Now behave for the rest of dinner,” he warns you, taking your hand and heading down the steps of the terrace. You bite the inside of your cheek, smiling to yourself.

If there’s one thing you’re going to do, it’s definitely not that.

[antiv3nom]

whatever you say

Pairing(s): Itoshi Sae/Shidou Ryuusei

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Sae isn't surprised anymore when Shidou shows up at his door.

00:38

Shidou

oi underlashes

open the door

come oooooon

don’t make me break through a window

Sae stared at the text notifications popping up on his phone, one right after another. He sighed at the text before walking through his halls to the front door—the demon’s threats were anything but empty, and he didn’t feel like paying to replace a window anytime soon.

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[darkness-in-the-valley]

A DEEPER ANALYSIS ON THE FALL OUT BOY CLAYMATION VIDEO 

  Fall out boy released a claymation video on Christmas, as a celebration of Fall Out Boy video and a promotional video of FOB8. It certainly… is something! I believe that a lot of this has a way deeper meaning than just what we’re seeing on the surface.   I wanna take a deep dive into the analysis of the video, since there are plenty of hidden details that, knowing Fall Out Boy, cannot just be coincidences. 

QUICK WARNING: there will be some mentions/imagery of drugs, and kinda vomit. It's not at all graphic, but I just thought that it might be better to give a heads-up just in case.

A SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

  First, I’ll give a quick summary of the video before I go on. 

The video starts out with stars falling from the sky, as the camera pans down to a Doberman sitting in a backyard. As he lies down, the falling stars emerge from the bushes and approach the dog. He stares curiously as they move toward him and sprinkles stardust onto him. As he inhales it, he starts sneezing, before his doghouse behind him reveals a portal somewhere. The dog appears intimidated as he sees a green, octopus-like monster drag him through the portal unwillingly.

  He’s taken to a much larger purple monster, so large that he can stand on its tongue. He drags his tongue back into his mouth with the dog on it and swallows him. The dog looks confused as standing around him are bright neon hands, regurgitating some kind of green substance. A lot of them appear to be dying. 

  There is one much larger hand that gets up from the ground and looks toward the dog. The hand points towards an image on the wall of a dog, surrounded by hands, and arrows pointing towards it, and he is dragged over to this painting by the hand. The door opens to a beach, where the hands seem excited to see. The dog enters the beach, the hand leaves, and he is welcomed by more creatures coming out behind the palm trees.

  A centipede like creature, and a dinosaur like creature approach the dog, and the centipede turns into a door. The dog is pushed through the door, and is pushed into what seems like the same backyard as he was in from the beginning, but daytime. There’s a man, assumingly the owner of the dog, grilling burgers, and he tosses one to the dog. As the dog is about to eat it, the owner turns around and reveals many faces all over his body. The video ends with the dog barking up at the owner somewhat abruptly.

ANALYSIS

  Now that we know the video, let's take a deeper look into the details and what this video could mean:

The dog’s dimension

  We’ll start from the beginning. The blue skies and the stars seem very similar to the cover of Infinity on High. We’ll get into why this is important later, but it definitely has an influence on the references made in this video. 

  The stars sprinkle stardust on the dog, which is what seems to be the thing that kickstarts his journey through this alternate dimension.

  Stardust can refer to a few things:   -Stardust is a slang term for cocaine   -Stardust can refer to a person’s soul being dreamlike

-Stardust also can refer to the stars and supernovae which lead to the birth of the earth, and actually is what science refers to as the things that humans are made of (97% mostly as carbon is the thing which kickstarted the creation of earth, and is what all life is made of)

  So lets apply what all of these meanings can mean for this video:   For the first definition, stardust is a hallucinogen, and the dog inhaling this could mean he is “hallucinating” what happens. Immediately after he inhales it is when his doghouse opens to another dimension. I don’t believe he’s hallucinating it, but it could be the thing which lead to him seeing this alternate dimension– maybe its a drug which allows people to enter this dimension.

  The second one could be that maybe this is a dream the dog is having, or that his soul is entering another plane of existence. However, it seems like its truly happening, so the soul explanation may make a bit more sense.

  The third is one that could be just a reach. Or it could have something to do with something I’ll mention later, about the end of the video and the man himself.

  I’m considering all options, but the first seems the most likely. 

  Purple monster layer

  Next, we’ll talk about the dimension itself:

  The dog is brought to the first layer of this dimension. I was not able to find any smaller significant details except for the monster having eight eyes, and some are a yellowish green while others seem to be bluish green. I don’t know if this means anything other than a tease for fob8. There doesn’t seem to be too much of note here, so for now, let’s move on.

  The monster’s stomach

  Let’s think about the stomach of the monster. The hands are suggesting they were expecting the dog, almost excitedly as they point towards the drawing of the dog on the wall, and this wall opens up an entrance to the next world. If the door is inside the monster’s stomach, are they living inside of the monster? It is the thing the dog entered through.

  The dog is emphasized by the markings on the wall. There are three hands pointing up, and three pointing right when facing them. These hands are right hands, which will be important later. The existing hands in the stomach appear to be all left hands. There are right hands, but the only ones I can see are dead ones. Not all the dead hands are right hands, but all the right hands are dead if that makes sense. They seem to be sick from something, as they are vomiting some kind of substance.

If we know anything from this video, if they've all been sent by the same stars, it's possible this drug they've been given could mean they're OD'ing, since it is a common symptom. I’ll be mentioning why this is applicable later, but green inverted would appear as red. Could it be they’re coughing up blood?

  The beach layer

  The next thing we see is a beach. Something that’s been really consistent throughout what we know of this storyline.

  The pink shell beach website changed as soon as this video dropped. When clicking on the seashell it now reads: “The beach was never real, none of it is”, and opening the console refers to it as a red herring. The beach has been the most difficult thing to decipher, because although its supposedly not real, its still a theme in what we’re looking at.

  Obviously, this beach has to exist on some level, otherwise why would we have seen this dog entering a beach? It can’t be a coincidence.

  But wait, it isn’t pink is it? It’s primarily green, but green is also a complementary color to pink. When inverted, it would appear pink/red. It could be that the colors are inverted in this reality. We can assume this as the trees are a dark purple and when inverted, will look brown- the way our reality perceives them.

  We are playing an alternate reality game though.

  It’s not that this beach isn’t real:

  It does not exist on the same dimension we are, and to us, does not exist.

  The final part: dog returns to his own dimension

  Now lets analyze the final part of the video, the backyard.

  The dog stayed overnight in this dimension, although he was only there was for seconds, which may suggest time passes much quicker in this dimension. If the man was grilling burgers, then we can assume this is later in the day as well, so he was there for longer than just overnight.

  The man is obviously friendly despite his appearance that we see. He feeds the dog, he smiles towards him, and continues to smile despite revealing his appearance. I assume this man must be the dog’s owner if both he and the dog are already friendly with each other and the man does not question him appearing in his backyard. The dog only seems scared of him once he notices the faces on his body, as if he isn't who he thought he was.

  The faces on his body however, seem angry and in distress as they shout, the man himself is calm. 

  I’ve been made aware (credit to @ive-traced-your-shadows for this one) that one face, on the right wrist seems to have blue eyes, and is the only one while the others have dark eyes black or brown. 

  Does this have correlation with the right hands on the wall of the monster’s stomach brought up earlier? Is there a reason why there are so many hands swallowed by this monster? Why are the right hands dead? 

  I believe this could be a reference to GINASFS, “trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns” which could be a metaphor. This metaphor has been explained as losing your innocence, as people are born with blue eyes but as they mature, may turn brown.

  Are the innocent hands dead? Does this mean innocence is no longer alive in most people, but maybe to this man who may only have an ounce of innocence left? Are the drugs and the trips they caused a symbolism of losing innocence?

  Once again, @ive-traced-your-shadows has added onto these thoughts, suggesting coming out of “the other side of the apocalypse” definitely would drain you of whatever innocence you have left, or at least most of it in the case of this man. Drugs and the apocalypse would certainly get to anyone's head.

  I would also like to mention the man being in swimming trunks, having a barbecue, suggests this is summer time.

  This is worth noting as this means we have at least one reference of three seasons so far.

  “Spring training” in the sending my love to the other side console. 

  “I’m in a winter mood” when clicking on the seashell from the same site, and the date the song snippet was dropped.

  And now, likely this, the video taking place in the summer.

  The only one we seem to be missing is autumn, if it doesn’t yet exist. 

  Or maybe it already does… Could it be “grand theft autumn”?

  But what would it have to do with this video in particular, it sounds like a reach on surface level doesn’t it?

  We’ve been given snippets of a promotional image, and @ive-traced-your-shadows has stitched them together. If you take a look, they look very similar to a specific album cover, don’t they? The same album that would have grand theft autumn. Is this album relevant to what's to come?

EDIT: this has been confirmed by the fall out boy tumblr, but I'm still giving credit to him for getting it right lol

The music snippet

We get a few seconds of a music snippet at the end, and its DEFINITELY giving off earlier FOB vibes, leaning more towards punk rock than they have in recent years (well… recent album its been like 5 years so its not very recent in terms of time, but we’re gonna ignore that).

  Several people have brought up that its similar to “Alpha Dog” which would make sense, this whole video is centered around a dog. 

“Alpha Dog and OMEGAlomaniac” for now are the only lyrics I think are relevant, and it's mostly the sound that's similar. We might have to wait and see what the song is.

I will say though, omegalomaniac is a play on megalomaniac (don’t say it don’t think it-) which means someone who is crazy with/for power. Whether its applicable or not I’m not sure.

What’s the apocalypse?

  Another thing we haven’t answered yet is, where is this dog and this man living? Where is this set?   Well, let’s take a look.   They’re living in a suburban area, the weather is sunny and warm, and there are palm trees in the background. 

  A beach perhaps? The pink seashell beach background does have a lot of houses.

  I’ve been thrown off by “The beach isn’t real”. Was it meant to throw us off from our search? Is it really a red herring or do they want us to think it isn’t? Is it possible that maybe they don’t want us to think its real?

Even if it isn't real, it doesn't remove it from the analysis.   The beach exists on some level, even if not on our world.

  And then there’s the apocalypse, which I've barely touched on yet.

  As we see, the dimension has started to affect the plane of existence the dog is on, as the monsters were the first to approach the dog. Everything seemed to be normal in terms of our reality- until the man revealed himself to be a monster himself. Are monsters affecting the reality? Is this the beginning of them starting the apocalypse? Monsters seem to be affecting the reality, and since the dog seems to know the man we see at the ending of the video can mean a few things: 

-The monsters are affecting him

-The monsters are taking his place

  A running theme in the past of Fall Out Boy is turning people into monsters (Patrick in the Youngblood Chronicles comes to mind, and Pete as a vampire in the Sixteen Candles music video), and if we’re correct about the loss of innocence, the passing of the apocalypse, then it could be this man is turning into a monster before our eyes. And as we can see, the man himself is not hostile, but the faces appear to be. They are clearly separate from who he is.

  The beach could be the start of the apocalypse, and might be why for some reason it isn’t considered real.

I don't have a for sure answer yet on what pink seashell beach could be, so I'm throwing several ideas out there, in case it sounds contradictory.

CONCLUSION

  We are getting references to a lot of albums here. Pink shell beach is going to be very important to this story, it is more than just a red herring. We may be seeing alternate dimensions and I have a feeling we could be getting another storyline with this album. The monsters are likely starting the apocalypse as they traverse our world. There is so much I am not able to sum up in just a few sentences. 

BUT HEY, THATS JUST A TH-

  I plan on adding more thoughts to this as I get more ideas, more connections- I am far from finished with my thoughts. I’m sure we are going to be getting a lot of more things over the next few months (especially if we could be getting this album in the spring/summer).

  These are just my thoughts, my word isn’t law of course. I don’t have answers for everything yet but I still feel a lot of these things are at least important to bring up.

Thank you to my husband @ive-traced-your-shadows who helped me out with this a ton as well ily.

  If there’s anything anyone would like to point out, add onto, suggest, or give insight to what may be important to some of the things I’ve mentioned (especially if anyone is familiar with coding and can find some important info on these websites)- I would love to hear your thoughts! I am most certain that people will have a better clue about things than what I currently do.

  Thank you for taking the time to read this, I really appreciate it! <3

[metacrisisdoctor]

so i wrote a tentoo and mia fic 🚶🏻‍♀️

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[fordp1nes]

favorite stan twins characterization is that they're both equally insane. stanley just gets more air time to show it off. loosely inspired by a post i read earlier but here's some absolutely insane things both of them have done

stanley:

drugged a person and turned them into an exhibit in the mystery shack

had a vegas wedding to a prospector-themed novelty dispenser

gave mabel a grappling hook

failed to steal an animatronic badger

chewed his way out of the trunk of a car

punched at least three bald eagles

is multiply divorced, possibly even with the novelty dispenser

committed premeditated murder on a llama

faked a heart attack to get on Wheel of Fortune

took his clothes off in front of a live studio audience on Wheel of Fortune

has a rivalry with a fifth grader, a grandmother, and a man who exclusively dresses like a corn cob

stanford:

pulled a gun on a bus driver when he wouldn't let a pig on board

directly assisted in mind-controlling ronald reagan during his election in 1980

gave mabel a crossbow

got bitten by a vampire bat and subsequently began sampling human blood

owns contraband outlawed in 9000 dimensions; keeps it in an extremely flimsy plastic case

"accidentally" set a hawk on fire

has exes ranging from as normal as his old college buddy to as weird as a triangle and an alien with 7 eyes who put a metal plate in his head

wears turtlenecks because he's hiding multiple tattoos he regrets, including one themed around "all star" by smash mouth

is an Extremely wanted criminal across hundreds of dimensions; was completely kicked out of one for card counting

is, bizarrely, super into the band Eurythmics

can see shrimp colors

[acorviart]

everyone should attempt an artisan craft at some point in their life because it would cut down the number of comments questioning why handmade goods like ceramics or textile craft or woodworking are so expensive

and this is an unrealistic expectation, but I think the attempt should include seeing through to the end at least one "finished" item, no matter how clumsy or lumpy your first attempts might be. like to me, there's a huge difference in perspective between attempting to learn how to crochet or throw a pot for a few days, acknowledging that it's harder than it looks and giving up, versus committing to finishing that scarf or clay pot you started and working on it for weeks while you painstakingly learn from your mistakes and grow attached to your project while also simultaneously hating it.

once you finish the latter, your perspective changes from "why does this crocheted blanket cost $200" to "holy shit I can't believe they're charging $200 for this crocheted blanket instead of $2000" because you may have known crocheting is hard, you may have easily agreed with the idea that "handmade goods take time and effort" even before attempting a craft, but now you know firsthand the absolute time sink it takes to make things. like yeah dude, that one item took you 2 months to make and probably wasn't even an ultra complex item if it was the first thing you made, now imagine attaching an hourly wage to that time to calculate the cost (and this is ignoring every nuance of the artistic element and master crafters being able to work faster/charge higher because of their years and years of experience)

anyway this rant has been motivated by a comment I saw on someone else's ceramic post asking why a mug was $60 and they understand it's handmade but $60 just seems overpriced, and bro do you know how long ceramics take to make. that mug probably took at minimum 3 weeks between how long it takes to throw the mug, dry partially, trim the mug, dry fully, bisque fire, wait a day for the kiln to cool, sand and paint and glaze, glaze fire, wait a day for the kiln to cool, take product photography of the mug, write description and list the mug online for sale, im not even including the skill needed to complete all these steps without the mug literally exploding or collapsing while also making it an appealing piece of art, aaaaaaaaaaaaa

[lazylittledragon]

ok someone please correct me if i'm wrong but am i weird for thinking those 'audiobooks don't count as reading' posts are ableist as fuck????

[elllisaaa]

YOU SHOULD DO FILMING A SEX TAPE WITH ENHYPEN

yes yes yes !! the only downside of me thinking about this too much is that now i have the increasing need to write a full fanfic about filming a sextape with heeseung

HEESEUNG gets hard the second you mention the possibility of filming a sextape. he strikes me as someone who would fucking love to receive and send nudes, so having videos of the two of you would feel even better. it’s perfect for when he’s away on tour too, because he’s a visualizer and he cannot cum if he doesn’t hear your pretty moans. he’s basically down for doing everything on camera, and he will even end up creating a special folder just for these videos. he has some close up of your pussy covered in his cum, of you drooling around his cock, of your cunt swallowing his big cock. i think he’d also tease a whole lot more, being cocky about the whole situation even if he’s the one losing his mind every time he watches the footage again. anyway, he’s on the nasty side.

“- open your mouth for me pretty, show me how much of a slut you are for me… yeah, just like that.” 

JAY would literally do anything for you, so of course he is going to say yes. i don’t think he would particularly into it himself, but how much it is turning you on is what makes him hard. he’s the definition of a service dom, so it isn’t surprising. he’ll talk about it with for hours before actually doing it so that he can be sure he will fulfill your desires perfectly. and there will also definitely be a much more romantic dimension - footage of your face when he’s making you cum, of him while he’s worshiping your body and you’re the one holding the camera, or of your whole body on full display while he’s fingering you. your fantasy will slowly grow on him though. 

“- you look so beautiful, princess. i love you so much.”

JAKE is a whore, of course he’s saying yes. actually, he will surely be the one to ask you about filming a sextape, something he had always wanted to try. he’s horny all the time, and even more when he’s stressed out and far away from you - some videos of the two of you are not a want, they’re a need. though the content is a little different from the one his two hyungs like, in the sense that jake loves when you’re on top, and that’s what he wanna see when he needs to jerk off. videos of you riding him, of him whining pathetically when you’re edging him, of your hand on his cock while you’re telling him that he’s your toy. he wouldn’t be against having some footage of him destroying your pussy too, but you domming him is always what gets him going the most.

“- fuck, you’re so tight… please, let me cum inside and film it dripping from your pussy… please.”

SUNGHOON is so cocky about it, it’s actually infuriating how confident he is. the whole time you’re discussing it with him, he has that smirk on his face, and maybe he’s even sitting on the couch and manspreading and and and ! anyway, he’s down for it as long as you beg - it’s not that he’s against the idea, it’s just that he loves to see you get down on your knees for him. the majority of the videos consist of showing how much of a slut you are : ones of you being ruined from behind, of you grinding against his thigh with tears in your eyes, and of your eyes rolling to the back of your head just because of his fingers. he’s sending you those footage at the worst moments because he loves it when you’re all needy for him, he just wants to see you go crazy on him.

“- that’s it darling, fuck yourself on my cock like the dumb girl you are.”

JUNGWON is not very big on nudes, he prefers the real thing or to call you if he’s really in need of a quick release, so you’ll have to be the one to bring up the thought. but once you do, he’s actually down to try it with you. i can’t see him loving it as much as the others, but once in a while, it’s something he enjoys. with him, it’s mostly short videos focused on your boobs bouncing with each one of his thrusts, or of his cock buried deep in your cunt when he’s barely moving. what turns him on the most about it are the sounds the both of you are making. 

“- you feel so good, baby, don’t stop… say my name again.”

SUNOO is so shy at first, he’s really hesitant because he doesn’t want to disappoint you if the videos turn out to be bad. but he’s trusting you with his life, and he knows you will stop as soon as he asks you to do so. as much as he is a pillow prince, he will make the videos all about you and your pleasure. his favorite footage is the one in which he’s eating you out like a starved man and you’re moaning his name like a prayer. there will also be some shots of you caressing him while filming everything through the reflection of the mirror, or of his hands running your body up and down. he mostly does it for you because he knows how much you miss him when he’s away, but he gets to cum every time so he loves it too. 

“- i want you to remember how good it feels everytime you rewatch this.”

[dcxdpdabbles]

Jason, holding a plate of cookies: Hey, I'm from room 209. Sorry about the noise last night. Things got a little out of hand.

Danny dark circles under his eyes: I couldn't sleep.

Jason: Yeah, again, I'm so sorry. I made you some cookies-

Danny: Tell your boyfriend to keep it down when he's cleaning out his wounds, dude. I get Red Hood has to dig bullets out of his wounds but-

Jason: What!? That's not what happened-

Danny,holding up a hand and grabbing the plate with the other: I don't want to know anything if it wasn't bullet wounds. Apology accepted. Good day.

Jason stared at close door in horror: That's not what happened.

Tim, covered in bandages, leaning on second floor railing: Ha! Your crush thinks you're a weirdo.

Jason: I healed you, and I can unheal you, boy.

[princess-of-morkva]

thinking about. how merlin brings out the best in arthur and on the other hand arthur brings out the darkest parts of merlin. how arthur always tries to be better and do the right thing because merlin believes in him and he wouldn't want to disappoint him. because he believes merlin is good and he wants to be good for him. how merlin always ends up making the worst decision in his desire to protect arthur, doing things he never thought he'd do. how from saving arthur's life because that's a right thing to do, he goes to putting his life above any of his own morals.

[hedgehog-moss]

I was talking with a friend the other day about how I was fascinated with American school life when I was a teen because it seemed so different from how things are in my country (I knew about US high schools thanks to Hollywood, an accurate and trustworthy source) and we talked about which aspects of US schools felt foreign or strange to us and one thing I brought up was, how American teens only seemed to have like 15min for lunch (I had 1h30 here in France), as evidenced by the cafeteria scenes (no one seemed to eat a proper four-course meal? I definitely never saw a separate cheese course), and I was like, I envied a lot of stuff about US schools but not this

... and I went looking in my old diaries to see if I ever wrote about this, and you know what? I was wrong. I did envy their school lunches which, like almost everything about US schools, felt intriguing and different and cool. The reason middle school-me thought American school lunches were superior to French ones is because, since American teens in TV shows only seemed to get like 4 chicken nuggets and a milk carton for lunch, their lunch tray was very light and they could hold it with one hand under it, the other hand in their pocket or holding their bag strap on their shoulder all casual-like. Sometimes there was no tray, even!

I envied these American teenagers for their lunchtime nonchalance. I would have liked to handle lunch in this cool-cat way but my French lunch tray being loaded with 4 different heavy and breakable plates, I had to hold it carefully with both hands. In my view this was unfair as the hindrance of governmental nutrition guidelines made French students look like uptight nerds, unable to strut around the cafeteria with one hand in our pocket like we didn’t care. Same for the absence of lockers in our schools, we had to carry all our books on our back all day like studious turtles whilst the beautiful 25 year old American teens on my television casually leant against their lockers chatting with friends then strolled around school with just a couple of books tucked under their arm like they were in Dead Poets Society. Thank god there was an ocean between us, imagine a French kid entering a US school cafeteria carrying 3 binders and 5 textbooks in their big rucksack and holding their tray with two hands like a complete loser

Note that these comparisons are quite worthless since I don't know what US school life / food is like in the real world (I imagine it varies a lot!)—I just find it funny to re-read old diaries and discover what was important to kid-me. Discussing these little cultural differences gleaned from US TV series, adult!me is like "yeah I remember being intrigued & envious about a lot of things! Not their school lunches though, they didn't look balanced and nutritious"—meanwhile middle school-me, focused on what mattered, was like, imagine what we could be... imagine being able to hold your lunch tray with 1 hand instead of 2 thus accessing a realm of coolness unfathomable to us in our backward country

[stevebabey]

have sum steddie! maybe modern!au, no upside down!au & a meet cute <3 | ao3

Steve sits in the booth, his foot tapping away mindlessly under the table, with half a mind to abandon the table entirely.

In fact, the only reason he hadn’t yet was because of the $20 he was hanging out for at the end. And the bragging rights, of course.

Robin had set him up on this blind date, plied him with all the promises in the world that he would enjoy it — said she’d spent a decent amount of time hunting for the right first gay date for Steve.

She also conceded that if he, for whatever reason, didn’t enjoy it, she would cough up 20 whole bucks for his wasted time. But he had to actually see the date through for the prize to be claimed.

And the bragging rights were so that Robin — with her uppity, healthy, and happy relationship that Steve was only a little bit envious of — could ease onto the breaks when it came to Steve’s love life.

So it was looking a little bleak at the moment, so what? Every stallion or… lion or whatever had their moments, right? Moments where their mane is a little uncouth and food is low and…. Where was he going with this?

The point was, that Robin got into one relationship and suddenly decided she was fit to become a high and mighty matchmaker. Never mind that Steve had reminded her numerous times that he had dated a lot more than she had.

So, for 20 bucks and the right to stick his tongue out at his best friend when she tried to meddle, Steve could stick one night out.

Besides, she was right about one thing. They weren’t in Hawkins anymore — and San Francisco had a hell of a larger dating pool than his hometown.

Still, that didn’t make people anymore for prompt for dates though, apparently. Steve’s foot taps incessantly under the table, his knee bouncing up and down in his nerves. He runs a hand through his hair and checks his watch again.

7 o’clock, Harvey’s Diner, a cute little Italian place that Steve had begun to frequent since they moved to the city, and a date with a dude called Daniel whom Steve had no idea what he looked like.

This was his Friday night plans.

His watch reads 7:12pm and Steve sighs, his fingers beginning to fiddle with the strap of his watch just for something to do. Great. He had gotten all dressed up for this? To be stood up? How was this any better than his usual Friday night plans that Robin claimed were so pathe—

“Hi.”

Someone sits down in the booth across from Steve, landing with a thump loud enough to give him a fright.

Steve’s head whips up from its focus on fiddling with his watch and— woah. Steve blinks once, twice, and feels his jaw unhinge a little, his lips parting an inch as he gazes at the stranger across from him.

Holy shit, this dude was hot.

He’s got curls for days, dark chocolate ringlets all messy and unkept spilling over his shoulders— long and probably perfect for burying your hands into. Steve flushes a little at the unexpected thought.

He has beautiful brown eyes, widened with a smudge of eyeliner and framed with long lashes. Steve thinks he can spy a smattering of freckles across his forehead. His nose is long and his lips are plush and pink and holy shit, this dude was pretty.

“Oh— hi.” Steve manages to remember his manners. Only after he fully checked this dude out, of course.

God, couldn’t Robin have given him a better warning than just ‘he’s probably your type’? Couldn’t she have warned him that this dude was ‘do-a-double-take-on-the-street type hot?’ What the fuck Robin?

The man across from him grins, wicked and alluring all at once, and shucks off his heavy leather jacket. His eyes do a once-over on Steve, taking his time to check him out— which is great because Steve is stuck on all the glorious tattoos that have just been revealed. So much skin shown in his roughly chopped muscle-tee, swirling ink all down his arms. This dude is hot.

Silently, Steve curses Robin and the 20 dollars that is totally slipping away from him. Why did she have to be right all the time?

“Been waiting long?” The man, Daniel, asks as he makes himself comfortable across the table. He pushes his hair back with both hands, using one hand to gather it into a ponytail, holding it up to air out his neck and Steve now realises he is slightly puffed.

He must’ve run part of the way here, to avoid being later than he was. Steve can’t help but be slightly endeared by that fact.

The man grins again, “Promise I was trying to be on time but, you know how the subway is.”

Steve huffs out a laugh, any annoyance at being kept waiting melting away at his date’s sincerity.

“Not too long,” Steve admits, smiling to ease Daniel’s apparent concern. Across the table, Daniel slumps a little and releases his hair, his curls pooling back around his shoulders. Steve watches, entranced.

“Well, that’s good,” Daniel smiles, eyes bright like he really means it, and his hand darts out to steal the drinks menu from the edge of the table. He looks back over to Steve, a furrow in his brows. “You didn’t order anything?”

“I thought I should wait,” Steve says with a shrug. No point paying for food if your date never shows up.

Daniel looks up from the menu through his lashes and smiles, placing his elbow on the table and dropping his chin in the palm of his hand. “Aw, you’re sweet.”

Steve is a little embarrassed by how easily the compliment makes him blush, feeling his cheeks glow lightly. Across the table, Daniel seems to revel in it, drinking in the way Steve’s face filled with colour with a cheeky smile. His eyes flick back down to the menu.

“You know,” Daniel begins, keeping his eyes on the menu, scanning it with a hum. “Chrissy said you were good looking but I think she seriously undersold you.”

He takes his eyes off the menu to trail up Steve’s body, his gaze heavy. Steve feels a delighted zing go up his spine, feels the way he preens at Daniel’s attraction. Steve opens his mouth to respond, more than ready to return the flirt when—

“Can I get you two started with anything?”

The waitress interrupts. She’s poised with her notepad, standing at the edge of the booth. Daniel perks up and nods.

“Can I get a chocolate milkshake please?” He asks with a polite smile. Steve laughs lightly at his selection and Daniel’s gaze cuts from the waitress to Steve.

“What? Not a milkshake man?”

Steve tries to contain his grin, all too endeared by the man before him. He shakes his head and raises his hand in defense. “Nothing against milkshakes just… for dinner?”

Daniel gasps theatrically and his head snaps back to the waitress. “This man has never had the delight of a Harvey’s milkshake with his dinner. Please bring us two chocolate milkshakes!”

Steve watches as the waitress dutifully writes down the order and turns on her heel, heading for the kitchen. He turns back to his date and gapes, taken aback by the forwardness.

“Did you just order for me?”

“Did you just diss milkshakes?”

Steve scoffs, but even then he can’t stop his lips from curling up into a smile. He can’t believe it but he’s genuinely glad he waited this date out. It's not at all like he was expecting. Even Robin's short description of this dude pales in comparison to the real thing. Steve nudges his foot forward into Daniel’s shin lightly.

“I did not diss milkshakes,” Steve argues, his smile widening at how Daniel’s eyes dart to the table before back up at Steve with a grin.

“Uh huh,” Daniel nods, his voice sarcastic and 100% unbelieving of Steve’s insistence. “Just wait, okay? You’ll be changing your tune soon enough. Harvey’s milkshakes are class. I’ve had a thousand of my best ideas in here, sipping on a chocolate milkshake.”

Steve grins and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. Under the table, he feels Daniel’s boot nudge against his leg gently— and he laughs to himself. This has gotta be the most teenage way of flirting and he’s fucking loving it.

“You know,” Steve begins hesitantly, letting his forearms lean up against the table. “You’re not quite what I expected, Daniel.”

Across the table, Daniel scrunches up his face, his expression one of pure befuddlement. He puts his hands flat on the table and leans forward.

“Wait, you think my name is Daniel?”

Steve splutters for a moment because even though the answer is duh, yes, it’s become increasingly apparent that the man across from him is not who he was expecting. But if he’s not Daniel, who is he?

Suddenly, the door chimes and someone else is entering the diner. It’s a man dressed like Steve — on the preppy side with hair that must’ve taken at least an hour. He scans the booth and spots Steve’s booth, wandering over, his eyes fixed on the man across from Steve.

“Hey, are you Eddie?” He asks confidently, ignoring Steve’s presence on the other side of the booth.

The man — Eddie — freezes as he glances up at the newcomer and then back down to Steve ahead of him. Steve deflates a little inside as he realises abruptly what’s happened— a mix-up of wrong dates that was completely warranted because this dude dresses exactly like Steve. Steve doesn't stare too long to see if he's any hotter.

Instead, he tries to give Eddie the all-clear with his eyes. He smiles polite as he can and gives a little nod to let him know it was alright to abandon him for the date he was supposed to go on. Not to get stuck with Steve.

Eddie clears his throat and smiles, not cheeky like he had with Steve, but stiff and polite. “Ah sorry man, I think you’ve got the wrong guy. My name's Daniel.”

Huh? Steve takes his eyes off the table to steal a glimpse at Eddie (is his name even Eddie?) and something inside him burns hotly when the man glances across at Steve and winks.

The man standing by the booth wavers for a moment, glancing between them in the booth as Steve schools his expression to neutral. After a moment of silence, there's a half-assed apology as the man retreats, heading back out the door he had just come through. The door chimes again on his way out.

Steve straightens up and peers over his shoulder, watching the door slowly swing shut. He turns back to the man across the booth and squints at him. The waitress returns briefly, dropping two large chocolate shakes onto the table, topped with a mountain of cream. She murmurs something about coming back to take their order in a moment.

"Wait, so who are you?" Steve asks, gently sliding his shake closer to him. "Daniel or Eddie?"

His date —well, his new date— has already begun taking a big long sip from his own milkshake, so enamored with it that when he pulls away there's a dot of cream on the end of his nose. He swallows with a satisfied ah and grins across the table at Steve, not noticing the dairy on his face.

"I'm whoever gets me talking with you a little bit longer."

Steve grins, an endeared roll of his eye at the blatant flirting but he can't deny how it makes his chest warm. He grabs one of the napkins and reaches forward, adoring how Eddie goes cross-eyed as he watches Steve smudge away the cream on his nose. He laughs sheepishly, giving his nose a little wipe with his own hand.

"I'm Eddie." He says, finally introducing himself. He doesn't offer his hand, just gives Steve a little nudge under the table and a grin over his milkshake. "And I think you just saved me from a terrible date."

Steve laughs, giving a little shake of his head. He finally goes in for a sip of his own milkshake— and it's just as heavenly as Eddie had promised, glorious chocolate dancing over his taste buds.

Steve groans quietly, eyes bright when he glances at the other man over his glass, entirely amused by how wide-eyed Eddie has become. He releases the straw and sits back, more invested in this date than he has been in... years. Stallion's got its mojo back. Or lion. Whatever.

"I'm Steve," He responds, giving a little nudge back under the table and a grin of his own. "And I think you saved me from being stood up."

[blitzendoggo]

Person in the Mirror

Mr. Goodbid would totally kiss himself? Who wouldn’t? This is a reference from the fan discord, so yes, this is a bit of a shit post.

Mr. Goodbid/Ms. Goodbid (677 Words)

~~

Foresight has never been any of their strong strong suits, but they sure as hell are gods of hindsight. And in hindsight, playing Twenty Questions while being plastered has never ended well in the history of ever.

“There’s no fuckin’ way you’d do it!” Glib slurs, much more prone to smiling and laughing while drunk.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Mr. Goodbid shoots back, only slightly less tipsy than the nearly blacked-out frog.

“There’s no way you’d actually kiss a clone of yourself!” Glib laughs, his whiskey spilling slightly.

“Oh hell yeah I would!” Goodbid snickers. “I’m a handsome man, of course, I’d kiss myself!”

Glib laughs and shakes his head. “Nu-uh,” he snickers, swaying in his seat. “Prove it!”

“I don’t gotta prove anything to you, Glib,” Goodbid counters with a coy grin, sipping his drink as he maintains eye contact over the brim of his glass.

“I bet two gold coins you won’t actually be able to pull yourself!” the frog exclaims with a cocky grin.

Goodbid stands up. “Make it three and you have a deal.”

Glib, never one to be caught in a bluff smiles back at the man. “Deal!” He pulls three shiny gold coins from the pocket on the inside of his cloak and slams them down on the table in front of them.

The hitman makes a show of stretching before walking out the door of their common area and into the hall, scanning for any Goodbid variants. He spots one leaning against a far wall talking with a human Glib with a red cap.

He slowly walks over and examines his target. They’ve got long hair tied up in a bun and are wearing a woman’s suit. As he gets closer he can clearly see his signature mustache on their lip and killer eyeliner on their eyes.

“Howdy y’all,” he greets. “Can I steal this one away for a moment?” He touches his hand to the other Goodbid’d elbow as he gives the other his most charismatic grin.

“Care if we ask what it's for?” the Goodbid asks in a distinctly higher voice before extending their hand for a handshake. “I’m Ms. Goodbid by the by.”

“Mr. Goodbid.” He shakes her hand before answering her question, “My Glib made a bet that I couldn’t pull myself.”

“How much did you bet?” the Glib variant asks, his voice lighter and almost happier in tone than his Glib’s.

“Three Gold Pieces,” Mr. Goodbid explains. “You can say no, but if we really are the same-”

“I’m always game for proving Glib wrong- no offense, Glib,” she says, casting her friend a sheepish smile.

The Glib variant shrugs, “Nontaken.”

“Is that a deal?” Mr. Goodbid asks.

“Do I get a cut of the profit?” she counters.

“Oh, of course! I am a gentleman, after all!” Mr. Goodbid laughs.

Ms. Goodbid links her arm through Mr. Goodbid’s with a cheeky grin. “Well then, my good sir, lead the way!”

They waltz into Mr. Goodbid’s common room and the frog’s jaw drops. “Ain’t no fuckin’ way!” he laughs.

“Oh quite the contrary, Glib!” Mr. Goodbid laughs. “Meet Ms. Goodbid!” He gestures at his partner.

She waves with a cheeky grin. “Hello, Glib.” She turns to her double. “Wasn’t there something more you need to do?”

“Oh yes! This!” He dips her dramatically with one hand on her waist and the other between her shoulder blades. Her hands go to his neck and they grin at each other before leaning in slowly for the kiss. Ms. Goodbid reaches up and snags Mr. Goodbid’s hat off his head to block their faces as they share a simple, sweet kiss before Mr. Goodbid puts the lovely lady back on her feet.

Glib starts laughing again. “I’m telling Callisto!” he says as he stumbles to his feet and walks off into the dock in search of the disgruntled wizard.

The Goodbids snicker as Mr. Goodbid snags the coins off the table and tosses Ms. Goodbid a coin. “Thank ya for your services, Ma’am,” he says with a grin,

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

[forlix]

· . ˚ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

— the moments in which the members of stray kids realize how they truly feel about you.

words・1.4k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / warnings・depictions of conflict and anxiety in hyunjin's and han's / genres・domestic fluff, smidges of hurt/comfort, established relationships

a/n・thought i'd try out a new fic format :-) i had so much fun writing these and hope you like reading them just as much. any and all feedback is appreciated, as always!

chan is in a heated staring contest with his notepad when the door opens, and he knows that it’s you who comes in, but his head is miles away, tangled in an amalgamation of syllables and rhythms. he goes on to forget that you’re here for a short while, poring over the unfinished lyrics in front of him with undivided focus. that is, until he feels a gentle hand on his shoulder.

you’ve just pulled a chair up next to his desk. “lemme see,” you say, gesturing to the notepad. there’s a surprised pause, and then chan places it in your hand, scoots closer to you.

you spend the next two hours talking him through his block, but there are periods when you fall silent to brainstorm or to write something down, and chan takes those quiet opportunities just to look at you: wearing one of his old t-shirts, your hair still damp from your shower, completely concentrated. and he knows, then, that he wants to marry you.

minho doesn’t realize he loves you in a singular moment. rather, he has a faint inkling for some time, and then the rug is randomly pulled from beneath his feet, and all of a sudden he can’t remember a version of his world that didn't have you at its center.

there are times when he’s especially aware of his feelings, though. like when he throws a witty remark in your direction and your retort comes back twice as sharp. when your eyes and smile light up like lanterns as you talk to him about your passions. when one (or all) of his cats hover at your side as you go about your day. when he returns home after a grueling practice and you’re there to offer him your comfort, no matter his withdrawn demeanor or sweaty skin.

he is a quiet lover, and sometimes he worries that he’s too quiet, that you have no idea what’s going on inside him every time he looks at you. but words have never really been necessary with minho. you know. you just do.

changbin is greeted by a chilly breeze when he emerges from the gym, and he silently chastizes himself for forgetting to bring an outer layer yet again. but the temperature moves to the back of his mind when he spots you, waiting on the sidewalk, as you said you would. a familiar grin breaks across your face when you see him, and he feels its shape against his lips when he runs over and kisses you, in lieu of hello.

“what are you feeling for dinner?” you ask once he’s pulled away, and he realizes that you’ve pressed something to his chest: one of the hoodies that he keeps at your place, still soft and warm from just coming out of the dryer. and boom—the epiphany hits him, instantly and unequivocally.

he is dumbfounded for a moment, just processing the newfound discovery; and then, out of nowhere, the two of you say the name of the same restaurant at the same time. he swears he never believed in soulmates until he met you.

hyunjin has always held so many emotions in his heart so fervently, to the point that they sometimes overflow in the form of words that he doesn’t believe, in a tone that he doesn’t intend. and it happened again today, when he spoke to you the wrong way in a moment of pure impulse, and the surprise on your face morphed into poorly-disguised hurt.

a few hours later, the weight of his actions sits heavily on his shoulders. when he lifts his phone to call you, his hands are shaking a little, and a breathy apology spills from his lips the moment he hears you on the other end: “i’m sorry, angel. i’m trying, i promise. i really am.” to which you answer, “i know, hyune. i forgive you. we’ll keep trying together, okay?” and your words pull his heartstrings in a new direction entirely.

he asks if he can come over, you say yes, and he tells you he loves you as soon as you open the door. he’s done hiding his heart from you.

jisung’s contagious grin and raucous cackle come easily to him for the most part, but there are times when he forgets how it feels to laugh or to breathe, times when he wants only to hide from the world and all of its scariest parts. and when you see his figure in the doorway tonight, his face cast in a nameless shadow, his shoulders sunken in quiet defeat, you understand immediately that this is one of those times.

“do you wanna talk about it?” you ask as he approaches you. silently, he shakes his head: not tonight. but his body language asks for what he cannot verbalize. you extend your arms toward him, and he buries himself in them the second he’s close enough to, his face nestling the crook of your neck, the tension in his limbs melting at your gentle touch. you stay there for a long time, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades, coaxing him back to the ground, back to you.

wherever he chooses to hide, he thinks he’d like to take you with him.

when felix opens his eyes, the space in the bed next to him is empty, and the faint scent of flour and sugar wafts through the gap beneath his door.

he gets to his feet, throws on some clothes, and wanders in the direction of the smell, rubbing the sleep from his eyes—and the sight that awaits him makes him wonder if he’s still dreaming. you’re standing at the stove, still in your pajamas, hair slightly disheveled from your rest, and there are pancakes in the frying pan before you; sliced strawberries on the cutting board next to the stove. and the look of sheer focus on your face, as if staring at the pancakes will cook them faster, absolutely destroys him. (and he knows in that moment that he wants to wake up to you for the rest of his life.)

with an enamored smile, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulls your back to his chest, and presses a light kiss to the nape of your neck. “morning, beautiful,” he mumbles sweetly. “how fucking lucky am i?”

being around you makes seungmin feel like a kid with a crush. he smiles brighter and laughs louder. he opens like a lotus in bloom when you say his name. the floaty sensation he gets when you kiss his cheek or hold his hand persists for hours afterward—and none of it makes any fucking sense to him. it’s not that he doesn’t believe in love, but he’s never believed that love could feel like this, straight out of a sonnet.

now, your head is on his shoulder, your body rising and falling in your slumber. seungmin looks at your interlocked hands where they rest on his knee, and at the current track displayed on his lockscreen: “still” by day6, a song about losing and loving, about regret and reminiscence. those bright days between us are over, the lyrics go, and he makes a silent promise to your sleeping form that the bright days between the two of you will never end.

the word "love" still doesn't cross his mind, but it is etched all over his face, and carved into his soul.

you and jeongin are telling each other about your days over dinner when your phone lights up with an incoming call, and he nearly spits out his mouthful when he sees who it’s from. for a few seconds, the two of you just stare at each other in flabbergasted silence. but then, you raise your phone to your ear: “hi, grandma! to what do i owe this pleasure?”

and the voice of his grandmother comes back through the receiver. she tells you that she’s just gone on an evening walk and found herself thinking of you, so she wanted to see how you’re doing; if you’re taking care of yourself. you rush to thank her, looking entirely flustered, and a bit like you’re about to burst into tears.

with that, the two of you launch into chatter about everything under the sun: grocery store discounts, the recent humidity, jeongin’s bad habits, you name it. and it finally dawns on jeongin how inextricably embedded in his life you have become—and that he doesn’t want it any other way.

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[crybaby-bkg]

I think Deku has a bit of a mean streak, actually. he’s no Bakugou—that’s for sure—but he’s not this innocent, sweet angel baby that the media has painted him out to be. but you only catch it when you least expect it, when you’re pushing his nerves, when the stakes to everything around him are high, when he’s tired of endless sleepless nights and just—snaps.

“Oh?” you go, grin unfurling like some grinch, chin resting on your hands as you leer at him from across his expansive desk. “You’re mean.” your words are teasing, a snarl that curls your mouth up. Deku stutters, eyes going wide, jaw snapping shut in surprise as he tries to think back on how rude he just sounded.

“No, I’m not—I mean, you wouldn’t stop and I just—there’s a lot on my plate right now—and you just—you keep on—I’m not—I’m not mean.” He’s sputtering, hands all over the place, the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose falling even lower with how he jabbers on and on. it’s endearing really, to see how he tries to upkeep his image of being so kind and understanding, even though his nostrils just flared at you. and his eyebrows turned down and he gritted at you, his hands were balled into fists, his words were so nasty, so ugly, so unbecoming for Deku.

you liked it. loved it even—vowed to get him like this every single fucking second that you could.

you pick and poke at him whenever you see him, teasing him and pulling at him. pushing him around even though the hero is so much stronger than you, so much bigger. and he lets you, tries to defend himself but—that’s not what you want. you want the ugliness, the snark, the mean.

he snaps, eventually, when you least expect it. grabs you up in black whip when you go to push him against the wall for the third time in only a minute, his eyes suddenly dark, the aura of the room suddenly charged.

“That’s what I was looking for.” you whisper to him, the grin spreading your face quickly dissipating in only seconds when you become the prey. when you become the one pushed up against the wall with teeth at your neck, a hand in your underwear, bullying your hole with too thick fingers.

“Why do you want me to act like this? Be so mean to you, huh?” he sounds so frustrated with himself, with you, growling and nipping and licking when you don’t answer quick enough. but your breath is caught in your lungs because finally—finally, did you get what you wanted. it just took a little bit of pushing, you suppose.