#now maybe my mind is just continuously in the gutter

[transingthoseformers]

i stg

Firestar, what did you witness

Nautica, what did you do

#maccadam #transformers #mtmte nautica #now maybe my mind is just continuously in the gutter #but #mtmte firestar

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: perv!wonwoo (not super pervy but i tried my best 🫡), smut, f reader, penetrative sex, established relationship (situatuonship is mentioned but idk lets assume they're exclusive just bc i can), he's kinda a dick, etc.

wc: 905

masterlist

streamer!wonwoo perv!wonwoo whose audience believes him to be a golden boy. simply a polite yet charming guy whos into video games, who just so happens to be insanely handsome. his thick rimmed glasses and wavy hair almost covering his eyes, accompanied by those wide shoulders, was able to catch the attention of all of those looking for a pretty face to look at while consuming content from their favorite video games (although many keep their eyes glued to the tiny view of wonwoo on the corner of the screen rather than the game itself).

the people watching him through the screen dont even see the half of it, though, not knowing how much of a perv he is when in real life. not so much a respectful and charming guy, but a degenerate who keeps up the act for appearances. after all, that is how he first got to you a few years back, when you, one of the few who had been a loyal viewer since before his channel blew up, decided that you just HAD to have the pretty nerd rambling about league of legends on stream.

after a few (okay, maybe more than a few) attempts at catching his attention through leaving various suggestive comments, wonwoo finally decided to take a look at your account, noting an instagram linked on your bio. after seeing that the desperate commentator he had taken a liking to seeing always punctual in his streams was a pretty girl in his area, his mind went straight to the gutter, finding his hands moving on their own to send you a message detailing his interest.

a few months later and you found yourself in a months-long situationship with the streamer, having him hit you up almost every other day when he needed 'something warm warm to stick his dick in', as he so nicely put it as he had you sitting on top of him, cockwarming him while he gamed (off-stream, of course).

having a such a well paying stay at home job had many perks, including the ability to take any day off he wanted to fuck you into his bed, somehow managing to never scare you away with his very obvious obsession with your body, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you with little to no regard for the exhaustion you'd feel after a few hours with him. somehow the roles had reversed, with him now being the one to continuously pursue you under the vice of getting under your pants every second he could.

"n-nonu fuck. slow down, i-" you whined as he senselessly bounced you up and down on his dick, rhythm completely lost a few rounds ago.

he practically growled at your complaint, "you asked for this when you showed up wearing that tiny excuse for a skirt while i was on stream."

"you asked me over-"

"for moral support, baby. not for you to parade yourself around me knowing i wouldnt be able to hold back from taking this pussy," he breathed out, angling you slightly differently, now causing you to whine even louder at your clit being stimulated by the friction.

"does your audience know how m- agh fuck. how much of a perv you are? leaving mid stream to get your dick wet?"

your brattiness causes him to disconnect your bodies, flipping yours over to put you on your hands and elbows and ramming himself into you with no warning.

"be thankful i'm fucking you of all people baby. be thankful this pussy has such a grip on me to get you on my bed every night," he sped up as he spoke filth into your ears.

wonwoo had a special way of making you feel like an object, something which you only enjoyed when it came to him. despite being such a fucking perv, you enjoyed the dynamic you had built, allowing him to play with your body however he saw fit as long as he made you cum. and jesus christ, did he.

"fuck," you felt the end coming near and began to push yourself back against him, grinding into him as much as you could despite his clammy hands having such a tight hold on your hips.

"im gonna make you cream all around me and then im gonna fill you up. okay, baby? then im gonna go back on stream while you keep my bed w- ah fuck. warm for me. if you're a good girl for me, i'll fuck you to sleep afterwards," he rasped out, losing his rhythm even further as he neared his own high.

a few more harsh thrusts later and you were creaming around him, tightening up so much that he, too, reached his peak, filling you up and letting go of your hips, causing you to fall flat against the mattress.

"fuck. baby, never show up like that here again. i almost died," he breathed out as he tried to do a decent job at cleaning you up a bit and tucking you under the covers.

despite his perverted treatment of your body, wonwoo was always sweet to you when his mind wasnt filled with sex (which admittedly wasnt often).

"you act as if i forced you to fuck me," you retaliate despite knowing you did wear that skirt with a specific purpose in mind.

"just shut up and go to sleep, baby. you'll need your energy back soon."

n/a: this is ass im rlly bad at writing men who r not obsessed with their s/o im sorry </33

#seventeen #svt #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagine #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt smut #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo x reader

[astonmartingf]

STAY WITH YOU ; CS55

carlos sainz x fem!reader

. . . the budding emotions continue at a high as you spend more time with carlos, the real question is who will make the first move?

previous: situations

yourusername uploaded a new story

[every time, he knows how to make an itinerary]

carlossainz55 replied to your story

i take it that you enjoyed our date and you definitely didn't regret meeting up with me?

hmmm

i wouldn't want to feed your ego any more but i guess i could say that you know how to work your way in my heart

is that you saying you want to go on another date with me?

take it whatever you will sainz, i don't have time for your teasing 🙄

HAHAHAHAHAHA you're annoyed again

i'll definitely take you out on another date

when are you free next?

i'll let you know

you never make it easy huh

doesn't matter, i'll be waiting for your message then

yourusername uploaded a new story

[team bonding activities with mr. country club]

carlossainz55 replied to your story

i'm back to being mr. country club?

i thought we'd built a stronger relationship than that

wym?

you're my only mr. country club, i think we have more relation than others already

"my"

my my, staking claim over me already?

there you go again, you're twisting my words always carlos

i'm joking...

but i can't help but imagine you saying that to me, i'm flattered what can you say

i say you're full of shit

and who's fault is that?

you keep filling my head with these thoughts

i don't say things like that...

get your head out of the gutter

you keep complimenting me, it feeds the soul

you mean your ego

i'm not about to deny that you have that effect on me, it is what it is cariño

yourusername uploaded a new story

[finally got to taste the infamous fluffy pancakes]

carlossainz55 replied to your story

i told you i make good pancakes

yes, yes

they are delicious

and isn't the shape amazing as well

...

don't act like i didn't see you hide the failed pancakes

they weren't heart-shaped that's why

you could've just given me the circle ones

i wanted to give you the heart ones

and how many heart pancakes were you able to make?

just the one in the picture 🥺

doesn't matter carlos

i'd eat whatever shape pancake you give me

i like you like that

carlossainz55 uploaded a new story

[making me a run for my money, beat my race time]

charles_leclerc replied to your story

let us meet her now

it's about time

i'll think about it

i want time for myself right now

wow, you're serious about this

ofc mate, i like her like that

landonorris replied to your story

first is karting, second is paddock time

i swear what's preventing you from asking her out this time?

maybe i just need more time

okay now you're lying to yourself

i'm afraid if she doesn't want to be with me like that

WHAT? you're joking

i haven't seen you two irl but from what i see i don't think it's a one lane highway

you clearly like each other

well, wait for me to make my move ig

are you cooking something?

cooking what? i'm not cooking

you know i meant something else

never mind, go get it carlos

yourusername uploaded a new story

[what can't he do?]

charles_leclerc replied to your story

ask you out 😁

literally shut up charles

i can't be silenced because i'm telling the truth

should i ask him out at this point?

what are you waiting for?

nothing really

then go for it

just don't forget to tell me first

carlossainz55 replied to your story

i ask myself too sweetheart

here we go again 🙄

did you get home safe?

you dropped me off right at my front door, i think that's as safe as it can go

how about you? are you home already, considering you're replying quite fast

i just arrived home

thank you for accompanying me tonight

no worries

it was definitely fun to see you sweat, and then go for a swim...

you enjoying the view?

yup

now rest and go to sleep

you really cut that conversation short...

because i know where it's going cariño

go to sleep carlos, or else

okay ma'am

i will sleep now

goodnight cariño

yourusername uploaded a new story

[if he isn't my boyfriend after this, i'm actually asking him out myself]

charles_leclerc replied to your story

OOOOOHHHH

date night

exciting

shut up charles

tell me how it goes please

you're just nosy

okay and?

it's data gathering

whatever charles, now leave us alone

enjoy your date with your future boyfriend

don't forget to let me know okay?

message me the details

carlossainz55 posted a new video

view comments...

user1 wait.... i've connected the pieces

user2 is this the girl from the summer fling?

user3 OMG WAIT! they're dating already 🥹🥹🥹

user4 anyone else IGNORNING THE FACT that it's CARLOS MF SAINZ???

charles_leclerc i thought i said update me yourusername now i see this on carlos tiktok feels illegal

carlossainz55 why am i hearing about this for the first time?

charles_leclerc what can i say, i just have the intel for that

yourusername you finish data gathering charles_leclerc?

user5 the girls are fighting

user6 rewatching the summer fling tt feels different now

user7 right??? like...

user8 wow, this was the result of the silly season last year

user9 they're so cute and then i remember the summer fling version of this and CRY EVERYITNM

yourusername i love you so much carlos and i very much so giggle and think about us all the time

carlossainz55 i'm glad i'm in your head rent free

yourusername 🙄🖕

carlossainz55 you love me amor ❤️

#f1 smau #f1 x reader #f1 fluff #carlos sainz smau #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz fluff

[feyhunter78]

Flowers on Your Doorstep

Art cred: Panprika (y'all have no idea how long I searched for this pic, I was losing my mind)

Description: After you bail on lunch, Miguel finds himself seeking advice on how to deal with your cold shoulder.

You’re ignoring him, phone on do not disturb, dodging him on campus and you’re even skipping lab. Of course, the TA said you emailed saying you were sick, but Miguel doesn’t believe it.

He knows you, knows you always push through, that you never skip lab because you’re too afraid you’ll miss something important, and your grades will slip. You’re not sick, this is something else. Something that you won’t tell him, and Brett won’t tell him either.

So, he turns to his next best option, Mina. She’s laying on Gabriel’s bed like she owns it, phone in hand, the room smelling faintly of weed. First, she glares at him, and then clicks her tongue disappointedly, sighing, “you just had to go running around with Ava again, huh?”

“Bro really?” Gabriel groans from his desk, spinning around in his chair to face Miguel. “She’s the fucking worst.”

“She just needed someone to talk to, she doesn’t trust anyone else, I was just being nice.” He says, massaging his temples as Mina continues to click her tongue, the tsk, tsk, tsk sound starting to give him a headache.

“You know what she does to you.” Mina chides, pushing herself up into a sitting position.

He does, he knows it all too well. Ava brings out the worst in him, she corrupted him, as you might say. But she’s still a person he once cared about, even if she stomped on his heart and threw it in a gutter, all the while laughing with her new boyfriend.

“She’s changed, she and Kyle broke up.” He shouldn’t be defending her, he knows that, but there’s still a part of him that wants to prove it wasn’t a mistake to love her.

“Oh again? What is this the twelfth time? I’m sure it’ll last this time around.” She deadpans, raising a perfectly arched brow at him.

Gabriel snickers, then gives Miguel a half-hearted apologetic look.

“What does this have to do with y/n, Mina?” He says tersely, running a hand through his hair, frustration burning, licking at his heels. He just wants to leave, to find you and beg you to tell him what he did wrong.

“She likes you, dumbass, and then she found out you’ve been hanging around Ava, while you’ve been hanging with her. What do you think that looks to her?” Mina asks, her expression making it clear to him that the answer should be obvious, and that she thinks he’s stupid.

He’s going to be sick.

“I—I would never—it’s not like that, I don’t want Ava back, I was just trying to be nice, I didn’t think…”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Mina scoffs, going back to her phone and tapping it a few times.

His stomach churns as he thinks back to earlier this week, the way Ava dragged him away, distracted him with stories from back when they were dating, good ones, funny ones. It was only meant to be a short conversation, you were supposed to get lunch, like always, he wanted to get lunch with you, like always.

He can picture it now, you hiding behind the Sig Epp letters watching him, watching the way Ava still didn’t understand boundaries and put her hands all over him. He could hear the tears coating your voice when he called you, it was like a knife through his chest and he just wanted to go to you. Wanted to wipe away your tears and do something, anything he could, to make it better.

“Look Miguelito just apologize, maybe bring some flowers and wear that sad puppy dog look you’ve got perfected.” Gabriel chimes in, stretching his arms above his head, before standing and approaching him, squeezing his shoulder empathetically. “You can never go wrong with flowers.”

Gabriel was wrong, very, very wrong.

You take the flowers Miguel offers you as he stands on your doorstep, patient, anxious, stomach still twisted in knots.

“Did Ava not want these or…?” You ask, inspecting the flowers with a detached look.

“No—no, I mean, they’re for you, only for you.”

“Oh, okay so she got her own, cool, cool.” You say, placing the flowers on the entryway table next to your door and crossing your arms over your chest.

“I didn’t get Ava flowers.”

“Okay.” You say, foot tapping against the wood laminate of your doorway.

“She’s my ex-girlfriend, we dated for a while, she cheated on me.” He admits in a rush.

Your frigid expression melts into something softer. “I—I didn’t know that.”

He rubs his neck sheepishly. “I don’t like to talk about it. It was a really rough time in my life. But her and I are over, I don’t have any lingering feelings for her.”

“Brett told me. He’s seen you and her together, both before we got close, and after…” You wrap your arms around yourself, your eyes downcast. “If you still have feelings for her, I get it, she’s gorgeous, and you guys have a lot of history.”

“I don’t have feelings for her, we broke up the summer before my freshman year here. She just transferred in at the beginning of this year, and she’s been having problems with her boyfriend. I guess she hasn’t really made any friends, so she’s been leaning on me.”

“And you’re too nice to say no to her.” Your voice is soft, tainted with sadness.

“I told her to find someone else, after you canceled lunch, she wanted to keep talking, keep flirting with me because she knew her ex would see us. I said no.”

You look up at him, half in hope, half in disbelief, it’s written all over your face. “Yeah?”

He nods.

You bite your lip then release it slowly, picking the flowers back up. “These are really pretty.”

He gathers his courage. “Just like you.”

A smile flits across your face. “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I gave you the wrong impression with Ava, I shouldn’t have left you stranded while I talked with her, we had prior plans, and I should have stuck to them.”

“It’s okay.” You tell him, holding the flowers to your chest.

He wants to ask you if what Mina said was true, if you feel the same way he does, but it feels wrong somehow. Like it would cheapen the moment.

“Do you want to come in and see our costumes for the dance?” You ask, taking a step back and allowing him entry.

Directly connected parts: Jealousy, Jealousy (previous part) and Semiformal Kisses and Cat Fights (takes place after this current part)

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows, @36namey, @scoobysnakz, @ihateuguys, @idkbros-world @smartyren, @deputy-videogamer, @blackrose8425

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[britany1997]

Fate Yields For No One

Chapter Two

It’s here y’all! The next chapter of Fate Yields For No One! I’m so excited for y’all to read it! Hope y’all love it🥰 let me know in the comments if you’d like to be added to the FYFNO Taglist, or to my main list:)

Poly! Lost Boys x Max’s Daughter Reader

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Prologue, Chapter One

California, 1986

“I know you resent me now, but I’m only doing what’s best for you. I take care of my children, and I hope that in time you can learn to see me as your father.”

Fuck Max. Fuck California. Fuck everything.

The second you’d carved even a sliver of a life for yourself, it’d been forcefully ripped from you. You weren’t allowed to be free. You had been “gifted” with eternal life, but you couldn’t truly live.

Max saw himself as a savior. According to him, he’d rescued you from the gutter, from an impending death. But you’d died everyday since his fangs had sunken into your skin.

A stake through the heart was a kindness you would never be afforded. Your future had never been yours to control.

The room you’d been banished to at the top of Max’s house felt more like a gilded tower as the nights wore on.

You were semi-imprisoned by your self-proclaimed father, and semi-imprisoned by your own will. Max didn’t trust you enough to allow you out alone at night, but you’d be damned if you ever went out with him.

So you stayed, confined to your prison and guarded by Thorn. You seethed in malice, all alone.

Or sort of alone, as you’d done in life, you allowed yourself to escape to worlds within literature. Your bedside table was stacked with Mrs. Dalloway, The Bell Jar, and of course, Jane Eyre. What were you if not a mad woman locked inside a room. All you needed was a match.

You were skimming the pages of The Feminine Mystique when you heard a firm knocking on your bedroom door. Shortly after, Max entered, his tall, broad frame filling the doorway. “I want you to come to the video store tonight, in fact, I’d like you to start working there for me.”

You continued to read, refusing to so much as look at him as he spoke to you, “why’d you knock if you were just going to come in anyway?”

Max frowned, “you’ve been here for almost a month now and you’ve done nothing but refuse to acknowledge me and behave terribly.”

“Not true,” you said nonchalantly, holding up your book and finally meeting his eyes, “I’ve also been reading.”

Max’s head fell into his hands in frustration. “I’ve tried so hard with you but-”

“Tried what?” you interrupted, “thrusting the curse of immortality onto me without explaining what you were doing? Without telling me what it meant? Without giving me a choice?!”

Max crossed his arms, preparing himself for another of your monologues.

“Or maybe you mean ripping me from my home, from the life I’d made for myself. Because God forbid I do anything on my own, God forbid I allow myself to be happy for once in my unlife. No, you’d rather keep me under your thumb, calling yourself my father just to spite me.”

“Are you done?” Max asked, eyebrow raised.

“Might as well be,” you spit, “you can hear me but you never listen.”

“You mock me for calling myself your father, when all you ever do is act like a rebellious child.”

You grimaced and turned your eyes to the ground.

He stepped forward, “I don’t want to use it, but I will.”

You sucked in a breath at his words. He was referring of course, to his thrall.

As your sire, Max had completely power over you. If he chose to, he could utter the words and force you to do whatever he wanted.

Max had assured you that he wouldn’t use this power unless he deemed it absolutely necessary. Yet this didn’t set you at ease. The threat of your agency being stripped from you was constantly present in the back of your mind.

It was better for you to choose to do what he wanted, if it could be called a choice.

You sighed, dog earring your book and throwing it into your tote as you slipped it over your shoulder. You moved to walk out the door but paused in front of Max, “I hope you know how much I hate you.”

He sighed, a sad smile stretching across his face, “I do.”

You arrived at the video store to find that an application had already been filled out for you, and your employment had been approved.

You glared at Max as he pulled out your name tag, “this is demeaning,” you told him.

He rolled his eyes, “having a summer job you were given because of nepotism? Yes, no one has suffered as you have suffered.”

He clipped the name tag to your shirt, “enough with this attitude,” he whispered.

He turned to a pretty, curly haired girl working the counter, “Maria, this is my daughter,” you waved awkwardly, “she’ll be working here this summer, show her what to do.”

He turned back to you, “I’ve got to do inventory, listen to Maria she’s a nice girl.”

With that he patted your arm and headed to the back of the store.

Maria came out from behind the counter and offered you her hand, which you gladly took. “I’m Maria,” she smiled the most genuine smile you’d seen in a long time as she shook your hand, “I’ve been working the night shift alone for forever! I’m really glad to have you here.”

Your cheeks flushed at her words, “well, I’m glad to be here,” you said genuinely. It’d been awhile since you’d had anyone you’d been able to truly connect with.

In her smile you saw the potential for a confidant, something you desperately needed. Maybe you couldn’t tell her about the monstrous side of you, but you wanted her to know everything else. You wanted someone who truly knew you.

The night passed quickly as Maria taught you how to work the register, stock movies, and use the stores check out system. With the rest of your time you were content to listen as she rambled about her life.

You smiled softly as she told you about her friends, her classes, and her family. Maria was the oldest daughter of a huge, tight knit family. Five siblings meant she spent a lot of her weekends babysitting, but she didn’t seem to mind.

She gushed to you about each sibling, their personalities, their quirks, their likes and dislikes, by the end of the night you felt like you knew each of them. You were touched by her obvious care for them.

When the end of her shift came, you were holding back tears. She loved her family just as you’d loved yours. For the first time in a long time, you’d met a kindred spirit, for the first time in a long time, you had a friend.

When she’d finished packing up her things, Maria pulled you in for a hug. “It was so nice to meet you! I can’t wait to see you again for our shift tomorrow.”

Your heart swelled, “I can’t wait either!”

She shot you another one of her bright smiles before turning to head out the door. You beamed to yourself as you fiddled with the register.

“Hey babe, heading out already?” your ears perked up at the sound of someone speaking to Maria.

She giggled, “Paul, you know you’re not supposed to be in here anymore,” she sing-songed.

Paul sighed dramatically, “oh babe I’d stay away, but I’d miss seeing ya every night!”

Maria laughed once more, “we couldn’t have that now could we.”

You rolled your eyes at this Paul guy’s cheesy flirting, wondering why he wasn’t allowed in the store.

“Who’s the new chick,” Paul whispered.

You tried to ignore him as you counted the cash.

“Why don’t you see for yourself Paulie,” Maria teased, “I’ve gotta get going.”

“Sure baby, let me just turn on my charm.”

You could hear his voice dripping with fuckboy confidence. This would be good.

You were jolted from your thoughts by the repeated ringing of the bell on the counter. You sighed, turning around slowly, an annoyed expression on your face.

Your eyes met the blond man’s piercing blue ones, as you stared into them your frustration melted into shock.

Paul’s eyes widened as he realized who you were to him. You wished you could have stopped the word that fell from his lips.

“Mine.”

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[oddballwriter]

"So I Went Out with This Guy"

Summary: You and Steven met on a dating app and went out on a date. It seemed nice by Steven is having doubts on if he did good or not after getting back home. It's by chance that he just happens to get his answer to his concerns placed at his lap. 

Warnings: It's mentioned that reader thought that Steven was going to ask to hook up, but that doesn't happen. Steven being a nervous man. Marc and Jake are there but they are honesty acting more as Steven's thoughts and play as no actual role in this. The reader is meant to be gender neutral, no mention of gender and pronouns used for them is they/them. 

Author’s Snip: This was inspired off of my scrolling through my insta reels and coming across a video of a girl talking about a date she just had.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

"I'm not sure how well that went." Steven muttered to himself after walking through his flat's door and locking it behind him. "What's the matter? Didn't you say they were attractive?" Marc asked from the fold-in mirror. "They are. But- I don't know, I feel like the ending was a bit off." Steven explained as he walked over to the mirror to ponder with his headmate better, pausing for a moment at the last word to find the right word to use.

"Was it weird for me to ask them to come to my place on the first date? It sounded better when I thought about it. They said they admired my interests. I figured that it would be nice to have them come and see all my things." Steven anxiously rambled. "It was kind of forward." Marc admitted.

"Maybe they thought something was going to go on." Jake budded in in the reflection of the other side mirror. "What do you mean 'something'? We talked about my interests. That's something, isn't it?" Steven questioned. "No, no. You know, like, something was going to go on here." Jake hinted more clearly. Steven scoffed at the idea.

"Oh, Jake! Get your mind out of the gutter, will you? I would never do that! I wouldn't be such a brute that I'd try and have sex with someone on the first date!" Steven scolded. "Listen, I'm not saying that you would. But the dating scene isn't as great as you might be. Maybe they've seen enough first dates that that's something they expected you to ask for." Jake defended, "Maybe they were just waiting for the ball to drop.".

"Maybe..." Steven pondered. "Should I text them that I'm sorry if I made them uncomfortable?" he asked. "No. No, Steven. That would make it weirder." Marc suggested, "I mean what are you even going to say? "Sorry I didn't ask to have sex with you"? That sounds weird and out of no where." Marc questioned, bringing up a good point.

Steven sighed. He knew that the first date always felt off every once in a while. But he wasn't used to actually getting to have a first date so he just did what he knew and thought was good. And maybe it wasn't that bad to have you over and see his place since you had an interest in hearing about his hobbies and interests in Egyptian mythology. In all honesty, he liked you. He thought you were lovely and had a great personality, and would like to see you more. But that was him. For all he knew you could have decided that he just wasn't it for you.

It was a lot later in the night. Steven was on his phone scrolling through his only social media feed, which he only had because he wanted to see dumb memes and posts about his little interests. But at some point he came across a video.

It was a post you had made a few hours ago in which you were talking while doing what must have been your nightly routine before bed, starting right off the bat saying "So I went out with this guy," and continued from there.

"We matched on a dating app and had talked for a bit before setting up the actual date. I did see his whole profile for a bit when he came up and he seemed like a really cute guy, but I didn't really know anything more about him than what was there. We just messaged hi to each other and then I asked him when he was free." you explained. "So, we went to this cute little vegan place, cause he was vegan, and it was... nice." you say, with a pause between your last words. "Okay, that sounded like it wasn't. It was. It was really nice. The food was good. He was really sweet. But he was nervous, I could tell, even though he was trying not to be. He mentioned that he didn't go on dates a lot so maybe that's why." you clarify. "He was super sweet, though. He pulled out the chair for me and complimented me. Which I know is the bare minimum, but there was something about it that just..." you remark, doing a little fluttering gesture with your fingers where your stomach was.

"So while we, of course, talked while waiting for the waiter to come, wait for our food, and while having dinner about our hobbies and what we did. And we got on the topics of interests and I tell him mine. But, guys," you spoke before continuing.

"Okay so I asked him about any of his interests and he kind of goes on a tangent about his love for Egyptology and Egyptian mythos. And, listen, when a man starts going on a tangent and takes up most of the date time talking about said thing, I usually just nod along and hope that they stop and move on. But with him I actually listened because he just sounded so enthusiastic about it instead of the whole bragging attitude that most guys have." you explain. "But no. he was actually a really good talker with it and only really changed the subject when the waiter came back with our food and he decided to change the subject to something else since he'd been talking for a while." you praise.

You go on for a bit, just describing the whole date with little intervals where you would make a comment or remark. It felt a bit strange just seeing you talk about the date you were just on with him since you were sort of airing out what you thought and felt. Not really nitpicking. It seemed my like you were recording and posting just to be able to talk about it as you do all your routine.

"Now, you guys might judge me for this because I've mentioned before that I don't do hook ups on first dates. But at one point when we're waiting for the waiter to come back after we've paid the bill he asks, kind of out of no where, if I want to go to his place to see his collection of Egyptology stuff. Now, he didn't imply anything but I've had enough first dates with a handful of guys to know that when they ask you to come to their place, it's usually because they want some." you explain. "And I thought to myself, in that moment, am I down for it if it leads to that? And the answer was sure, if he wanted to." you defend.

So there was the answer. You were expecting him to try his cards at getting lucky tonight. But it did relieve him that you didn't actually feel pressured into doing it if he had and had come to the decision on your own consent beforehand.

"But no. He was nice and gentlemanly. He made me a cup of tea which was really sweet of him. And then after a while I left, and he actually waited outside with me for my ride, which, again, very gentlemanly of him. So..." you continue.

"I might text him and ask if he'd like to have a second date." you conclude.

"Let's go, hermano! You're all cleared for a second date!" Jake cheered in the back of their collective head. "Oh, thank goodness." Steven sighed in relief, "I thought I weirded them out too much." he commented.

"The only actual weird thing that happened," you voice in the video breaks through, causing everyone to stop their excitement. "...Was that when I ordered lentil soup as an appetizer for myself and my actual meal, he gave me this weird glance but stopped a literal second after he did it." you finish.

"I don't know what he has against bean soups but I guess if me and him become a thing I'll figure that out."

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[gary-mu]

Breaking the rules

Pairing: Kishibe x female/afab reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2626

Warnings/Tags: pwp, age difference, dirty talk, teasing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, outdoor-sex, semi-public sex, Kishibe being a horny bastard.

Summary: After a surprisingly successful mission, you and your teammates decide to grab some drinks. Kishibe, your captain, agrees to come along and have some fun with the team.

Little you knew the night would bring you more than alcohol and laughter. A special reward for your victory was waiting for you in the shape of an old hunter with a liking for booze, killing demons... and you.

A/N: When it comes to this man, I just can't get my mind out of the gutter 🥵🥵🥵

Enjoy my beloved Kishibe simps :)

Cover by: @edpanart

Read it on AO3

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The night is young, alcohol is flowing, and conversations are getting livelier and livelier. The atmosphere is filled with camaraderie and the satisfaction of knowing that the entire team survived the last mission. Today there are enough reasons to celebrate.

Your job as a demon hunter has taught you -the hard way- that you only live once, and you have to live each day as if it were your last. Tonight, it means getting drunk and forgetting about the world for a while.

On the other side of the small wooden table -right in front of you- sits the legendary Captain Kishibe nursing his fifth glass of whiskey. You still find it hard to believe that he has accepted your invitation to come along, but you are glad he has. His presence makes you feel safe. After all, thanks to him, many of those present did not suffer a slow and painful death. But there is something beyond your admiration for him, something less noble and more primitive. 

Your eyes travel from Kishibe's long fingers to his strong biceps -visible under the white fabric of his shirt- then to his mouth. Letting your imagination run wild, you press your thighs together, trying in vain to relieve the tension that continues to increase with each fantasy. Your body temperature rises, and you open a couple of buttons on your shirt to cool down.

Kishibe has drunk a lot, but his perception has not been affected. For several minutes now, the hunter has noticed the weight of your gaze on him. More than being annoying, it arouses his curiosity. Once your attention makes it hard for him to concentrate on the conversation with other teammates, he turns to look at you. His deep grey eyes seem to search your soul until they reveal your darkest secret. Everything is so sudden that you don't have time to hide your longing gaze.

Oh, little bunny. If you come closer, I might eat you alive. Kishibe thinks, emptying his glass while he holds your gaze. He needs nothing more than to look into your eyes to know what you want from him. Hot blood rushes through his veins at the possibility of having found a new toy, and suddenly the night becomes a lot more interesting. Will you let me sink my fangs into your soft flesh?  The question floats in his mind, and he wishes you could read his thoughts and see all he can offer you if you accept his proposal.

If alcohol wasn't starting to cloud your common sense, you'd probably be ashamed of the improper way you look at your superior. But lucky for you, he doesn't seem to mind it at all. You might even say he enjoys it. Kishibe's eyes are glued to you. His fingers stroke the empty glass between them with the sole intention of torturing you. Finally, the tingling sensation between your legs and the effort you're making not to jump on him and rip his clothes off in front of the whole division force you to get up, excuse yourself and go out for some fresh air. Maybe the older hunter will get the hint and decide to follow you, or the breeze will turn off your arousal. Either way, you would be happy.

The chill air blows gently on your face, the sounds of the city surround you in their chaotic melody, and you close your eyes, letting them clear your mind. Five more minutes, and you can go back inside with your teammates without worrying about the effect Kishibe has on you. But when you thought you were back to normal, you perceive the restaurant door open behind you, then the distinctive click of a lighter. Your heart skips a beat, and you open your eyes wide to be met by the imposing presence of your captain.

"I know what you want, Y/N." Kishibe's deep voice prevents any other sound from reaching your ears, claiming your attention.

A few moments before, you would have pulled him to you to catch his lips in a fiery kiss, but the hustle and bustle in the street have mitigated the effect of those glasses of beer you drank as if it were water. Now shame returns to keep you from making a fool of yourself.

"I-I-I don't know..." you try to lie, but his intense gaze frustrates any attempt to pretend you don't know what he means. Instead, you decide to shut up and avoid his eyes, clenching your fists as if it might keep your cheeks from turning crimson.

"It's okay," Kishibe reassures, blowing some smoke as he approaches. "There's no need to deny it. I saw the way you were looking at me back there. I am not blind, you know?" he reveals matter-of-factly without a hint of anger or discomfort.

What now?  You ask yourself, afraid to answer your question. A side of you wants to apologize, blame it on the alcohol, and pray it won't get you in trouble. But the other one -the one who's currently winning- wants to move forward, to take the first step and beg your superior to rail you because your arousal would drive you mad otherwise. Because you need him buried deep inside you since the first time you crossed paths with him and his sinful magnetism.

"Do you want it now?" Kishibe offers, with a voice like dark chocolate, rough and tempting. The cigarette burning in his fingers falls to the floor and dies under the sole of his combat boots.

The hunter's movements are calm, and his face remains serene, but just like you, he can't wait to touch you, to have you wrapped around him and make you moan his name again and again. If it wasn't because you are in the middle of a celebration and his presence is required to boost the team's confidence, he'd take you home and spend the whole night making you come until you beg him to stop. But he knows that would be too much to ask. He'll have to settle for a few minutes, knowing it will be enough to become your new addiction.

"Yes," you reply immediately, forgetting the rules, the chain of command, and the shame you'll feel tomorrow when alcohol is no longer flowing through your veins. The hunter answers your impatience with a satisfied grin and a soft "Come with me."

An eternity passes as you follow your superior into a dark alley behind the bar. The pounding of your heart in your ears prevents you from hearing your footsteps, and your body trembles despite the fire burning inside you. Suddenly, as if you've fast-forwarded the scene with an invisible remote control, you find yourself with your back against the wall and Kishibe's hand pinning your wrists above your head. His scent of sandalwood, fine cigarettes, and whiskey is intoxicating, and you can't help but take a deep breath to let it invade you. The hunter gives you one last predatory glance before catching your mouth in a passionate kiss. The desperate whine coming out of you makes him chuckle. From that moment on and at the same time, everything happens fast and slowly.

With the swiftness that comes with years of physical training, the hunter lifts you effortlessly, placing your legs on either side of his waist. His mouth seeks yours again in a mind-numbing, breathtaking kiss. His tongue finds its way between your soft lips to intoxicate itself with your taste. His already stiff cock presses hard against your clothed core making you whimper and tighten your legs around him.

"Good girl," Kishibe praises, breaking the kiss to look into your eyes, chuckling when they roll back into your head as soon as he begins to move his hips, teasing you. Making you impossibly wet with every inch of his erection rubbing against your slit at a deliciously even pace.

"Kishibe-san~," you mewl with your fingers tangled in his hair and with his mouth leaving wet kisses on your neck. His strong hands squeeze your butt, and your walls throb, desperate to be filled to the brim by his rock-hard cock. Lust has set your body ablaze, and your only goal now is to surrender to Kishibe's desires, to let him use you in every way he wants.

"What is it, sweetheart?" The hunter whispers against your skin, pretending not to notice that you're entirely under his spell. "Do you want me to fuck you hard ?" He husks, pressing the tip of his erection to your nub.

"Yes... please, " you beg, bucking your hips and cursing the few millimeters of cloth that get in the way between your bodies. "I need you."

"Oh, Y/N. It will be a pleasure to ruin you." Kishibe grunts before nibbling on your collarbone, allowing himself to enjoy for a few more seconds those faint desperate noises that tear from you every one of his caresses. "Turn around and undo your pants, doll," he commands after a while, putting you down.

Despite your trembling legs, you do as he says as fast as you can. You unbutton your pants and let them drop to your ankles, shivering as your red-hot skin meets the cold night air. Behind you, the hunter frees his erection, giving it a few pumps as he takes in your figure and your ass raised towards him like an offering.

Kishibe approaches you slowly, his stiff member resting on your buttocks while a callused hand snakes inside your soaked panties, exploring, making you squirm with neediness. You're already a heavy-breathing mess when deft fingers find your nub and begin pressing slow circles over it. With his name on your lips, you throw your head back against his shoulder as you spread your legs to give him more room to play.

Lucky for you, the hunter doesn't need any more clues to know what you want. A single digit caresses your swollen lips before sliding inside your warm walls, and you press your eyes shut, biting back a moan. A second and third finger join not long after, bringing you closer to the stars. The hunter has you writhing desperately against his hand a few moments later.

"Does it feel good?" Kishibe breathes in your ear as if he doesn't know the answer already, as if the way you fuck his fingers isn't enough proof that you're enjoying every second of it. The hunter wishes he'd had more time to tease you. The way you beg for his cock is like music to his ears, and he could listen to it all night long, but your ass rubbing against his erection is making him lose his patience.

After fumbling in his pockets, the hunter finally founds a small plastic wrapper. With a hoarse "hold on, doll." and a featherlight kiss on your shoulder, Kishibe withdraws his fingers from you to open the packaging and unroll the condom over his dripping member before coating it with your glistening juices. His heart races as he pulls your panties down and guides his tip to your dripping slit.

"Are you ready for me, my little bunny?" Kishibe husks. The pleading "yes" coming out of you is all he needs to hear before entering you slowly with a drawn-out grunt that reverberates throughout your body. His hands slide down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he takes time to savor -with closed eyes- the way your wetness swallows him whole. Reminding himself that both of you must return before raising suspicion, the hunter begins to move in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Finally, what you had been fantasizing about for so long has come true. Kishibes's thick cock feels better than you ever imagine, and your mind stops functioning. Your vocabulary is soon reduced to two syllables and a common curse word. The hunter stretches your walls so deliciously that you can't help but moan his name out loud as you pull him closer against your back, bringing his mouth to your neck and lifting your buttocks to take him deeper.

"Fuck me harder," you plead when the fire burning inside you needs more fuel and when the sublime ache between your legs compels you to pursue its explosive end. Unknowingly, you have just awakened the beast inside the hunter. Following your command, the gentle pace of Kishibe's thrusts increases to become a relentless pounding. The chaotic sound of the city can barely muffle your melodious moans and the hunter's low grunts. Squelching noises mix with breathy curses as you bend over to allow him a better angle, finding support in the damp wall in front of you.

"Ohhh, Y/N... I might get used to fuck that sweet pussy of yours," Kishibe growls, watching himself disappear again and again inside your warmth. Amidst cries of pleasure, you agree to his disguised proposition, and the hunter feels himself throb. If he isn't careful, he might get too carried away and finish quicker than intended.

In the enticing torture of unmeasured lust, you reach for his hand and guide it to your pulsating clit. The hunter can't help but smile as you show him how badly you need him to finish the job. With his fingers eagerly rubbing your sensitive spot and his hips smacking against yours with every powerful thrust, you feel yourself ascending faster and faster to that paradise that only those who dare to give free rein to their desires can reach.

With his name on your lips and shudders of pleasure flowing through your body, you finally surrender to the sweet bliss of your orgasm. Amid ecstasy, you notice how Kishibe's breathing becomes shallower, and the pace of his pounding becomes more erratic. Soon after, he's joining you in heaven with short and breathy curses.

*****

Once you get your breaths back and have finished adjusting your clothes and hair, the two of you return to the restaurant. Your legs are still a little clumsy, and you blush when you remember what happened just a few minutes ago and a few meters away. The man next to you, on the other hand, looks as calm and neutral as ever, except when he turns to look at you and gives you a knowing wink.

Most of your teammates have already passed out on the table, and the rest -who are still a little conscious- are calling cabs for the whole team. The young man -who's been working with you for the past seven months- waves at you when you come closer. His gaze is blurry, and the stupid grin on his face is a sign that tomorrow he will wake up wishing he had died during the mission.

"Y/N! I-I... thought you had... gonehome," His words slur, and you barely understand what he's saying. "Are y-you... comingwithus?... We are s-sharing a cab." He concludes, trying to point with a akward finger at the people he means by "us."

"It's okay. Y/N was having a smoke with me," Kishibe replies before you even can come up with an answer. "And no, I already offered to take her home..." he adds before turning to you and lowering his tone. "That, in case you're ready for a second round."

The warmth of a deep blush crawls up your neck. The boldness of Kishibe's offer takes you aback. But you would never forgive yourself if you turned it down, not after having a small try at your captain's talents. After checking that no one else had listened to that last sentence, you stroke your partner's shoulder and wave your team goodbye.

"Let's go, " you reply, and Kishibe's shit-eating grin makes you doubt for a moment if you made the right decision.

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[gnashingwailing]

@fireflywritesgt LOVINGLY WRITING MY UNHINGED CH23 THOUGHTS AND THEN BURYING THEM UNDER A READMORE. I felt such overwhelming hype when I saw we got 2 chapters in 1 day I truly was ready to throw my phone out the fucking window. TOO MUCH JOY FOR ONE LITTLE GNASH... I hadn't even finished processing ch21......

first off pov Joe when he goes to Calloway's to pick up his cute new tailored fit in 3 days

soooo right from the jump. hey.

"“…’cause he’s way better off than I am, it’ll make it harder for me to leave him or something. That he’s luring me in. I mean—” Joe laughed nervously as he steeled himself in preparation for how the captain would react to his next statement “—if it were a giant treating me the way he treats me, everyone would call me a pet.”

“Well of course they would, Joe. That’s because giants are evil.” The captain said matter-of-factly.

He may as well have poked Joe squarely in the eye. Nonetheless, the bartender continued."

hey. UM. Joe you beautiful idiot who canonically has bad luck and, presumably from reading this very chapter, a terrible poker face. Maybe you should have said. Any Other Thing? GODDD in my heart he's definitely sooo overconfident and drunk like wow I am so smooth :) nobody suspects a thing :) while Calloway is having a conversation with him like uh... just saying, but you know, none of us could stop you from. for example. idk. becoming a giant's pet. we wouldn't like that but it's just a random thing that came to mind just now, unrelated to the really tall really wealthy really powerful guy who is afraid of taking advantage of you by luring you in and giving you things like a giant would and maybe isn't treating you like a person. And you're afraid you shouldn't want it. Like BRO IT IS SO OVER FOR YOU even without Harry literally calling Joe's name 3+ times in the dead silence 😭😭😭😭 And presumably Harry having been waiting around there for a while to see Joe! Loitering in a way we know tinies are on guard about since they all noticed that snatcher back in Ch13!

They're idiots ur honor, so true, but it's all worth it to see Joe get rescued and swoon like a damsel ... I definitely wonder if Calloway observed any of that, and what he might think about it if so. >:) May or may not have been daydreaming and writing bits about how horrifying it would be to give your surrogate kid all this well-meaning advice, see him nearly slip to his death, and while you're hurrying down to try and help him, watching him call out to a walking nightmare for help and then get whisked away by it

I have a pet theory that everything we've seen from Calloway so far has been pretty heavily colored by it being from Joe's perspective when he's having a bad day, and maybe he will be more understanding than we think? Objectively, I didn't think he was being very rude or anything back in Ch 13, when he was speculating on Joe's love life. It rankled Joe, which is understandable, but he 1) he's happy that Joe looks good, 2) he doesn't let Gutters or O'Grady rag on Joe too hard and 3) he just generally seems like an interested father figure would about his kid's love life:

"“Oh, lay off him, Tim. It’s a good borrowing year!” Captain Calloway cut in. “We all have ‘em, we all enjoy ‘em, we all cry ourselves to sleep when they’re over.”

Relief washed over Joe like the warm water in Harry’s sink.

“Though I gotta say…” The captain gave a wry smile as he continued. “…it could just as easily be someone else’s good borrowing year if ya’ catch my drift. Could be he’s got a little sweetheart looking after him. A brick of pure chocolate? That’s practically a dowry."”

Although I may be wrong here, since Ch 21's incident at Tiny Town with the Italian mob that saved him gives us the insight that "[for] the first time in Joe’s entire existence at that, Joe understood what it was like to have a real father." So maybe Calloway is not that nurturing to Joe and not much of a caring dad -- as @remordsposthume's tags so wisely point out:

WTF WAS HE DOING LETTING HIM LEAVE THE BAR LMAO. Calloway's Den of Drunkards confirmed for an "everybody drive home drunk. it's not my problem" bar??? Everyone is processing TAoLaW thru their own cultural lens and. in that spirit. lmfao. I must say. Calloway reminds me of the libertarian redneck dads I've known who just let their kids do whatever. If he was a giant I think he'd let his kids ride ATVs thru the woods drunk. Most probably he would also be ridin around drunk with them. "If you die it's your own damn fault" being his motto is too on the nose LOL. Huge farm dad "I LOVE MY SONS. ONLY HALF OF THEM WILL SURVIVE TO ADULTHOOD BUT I DO LOVE THEM" energy. To Me.

(Btw Harry & Joe processing their parental issues together WHEN <3)

BUT ANYWAY YEAH EVEN IF CALLOWAY WAS THE MOST UNOBSERVANT GUY IN THE WORLD RE: THAT SUSPICIOUS CONVERSATION? YOU WERE LITERALLY BOTH SCREAMING EACH OTHERS' NAMES LIKE LOVESICK ROMANCE PROTAGONISTS RIGHT UNDER THE DREDGE THAT'S STILL PROBABLY GOT AT LEAST SOME NIGHT MARKET CUSTOMERS? HELLO?? @94444 we are on the same wavelength rn

AND MORE ABOUT CALLOWAY... I am very heartened by how you mentioned once, Warren, that you planned to give each character real depth and treat them with sincerity. I feel very interested about when that time will be for Calloway! We know that he takes in kids (or at least O'Grady and Joe scratch that. tag lore be upon me) and teaches them how to sell trinkets. We know that he hates giants. We know he's been horribly injured in a way that led to him losing a hand, an eye, and possibly teeth. Knowing what we do about the risks of being a borrower, and how casually cruel giants are to them, it's not unlikely those last 2 things are related. I'M TAKING YOUR TAGS AND RUNNING AWAY WITH THEM LIKE A DOG W SOMETHING IN ITS MOUTH.

So Calloway knew them for several years as vulnerable kids... then lost them for a year or so... then got them back after they escaped the watchmaker's? I will be interested to see if that trauma means he's more protective of them, or uh, still more drunk libertarian dad about them. Lmao. He seemed like he cared about Joe getting into Tiny Town way back in Ch3 tho at least! (as an aside... interested in who Gutters is, too. He SEEMS to be older than Joe/Tim, but he could also still be a Calloway Kid himself... he seems to defer to Calloway... and/or he could just be some guy embittered about giant/tiny relations. which. fair, brother.)

If the broader Tiny Town culture (such as it is... would word get around about this incident with Joe and Harry, or does news just not travel that well amongst lots of secluded borrower communities? much to consider. it makes sense in a dark way why you would physically mark somebody who's transgressed against society's cardinal rule, in a culture where you cannot generally spread information effectively) would reject Joe for his proclivities... will Calloway, too? Or is it Joe's anxiety making him think that? I'm afraid we already know how Tim would feel. Other than him, Calloway is the person who Joe seems most connected to in miniature society... Although Harry's worry about Joe not spending enough time around his fellow miniatures in Ch22 is at least partially motivated by his own guilt-trip, I think he has a bit of a point! I hope Joe doesn't lose touch with everyone -- or if he does, I hope there will be new friends out there for him, too, who are more understanding.

(LORRAINE WHEN)

Now Calloway aside, OBVIOUSLY THE ENDING OF THIS CHAPTER HAD ME HOOTIN AND HOLLERIN.

“Joe… can we go back to the big, sexy giant part for a second?” <- LIT'RALLY me rereading this chapter 800 times

A snapping turtle is a fantastic little horror for poor Joe to face, woof. Those fuckers are scary enough when ur height is measured in feet. The quick way they snap is no joke. Just want to 👏👏👏👏 about how good this passage is: The turtle’s maw emerged from the waters of the lake like the gaping mouth of some ancient monster that fed on the souls of sailors. The grimy lakewater rushed over its beady little eyes as its beak, sharp as a dagger, flew towards Joe faster than a gunshot. YEAH.

It just!! makes my little heart sooooo happy to see that Joe does have someone who will unconditionally look out for him...!!! Harry has his issues, and they're still learning how to open up about themselves, but he consistently shows up!! :') the thought of him waiting for his man all night ... hoping the dredge would be the place Joe meant ... and then acting sooo fast when he saw a tiny guy fall off of it... what a faithful hound of a [future] boyfriend. Calloway is so right. Joe deserves somebody to look after him. And Joe has done the (forgive me for the loaded meme) girl math on this. One big man is the best possible outcome for him. ONLY THE BIGGEST MAN WILL DO to keep him off of his bullshit as much as possible 👍👍

And OF COURSE god their conversation is just so so so fucking funny. "Thank you" "fuck no I'm not" -> "FUCK YOU" is INCREDIBLE i CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT lmaooooo and Harry still being so gentle about receiving this insult and trying to parse what Joe means ... he does listen to Joe, they're definitely not back to square one as drunk!Joe feared, his own issues are just getting in the way! (And Joe's are getting in the way of him seeing thru Harry's facade into what the real issue is! We love to see it!)

"“I meant that. You don’t get to call me handsome until you start listening to me.” He slurred. “You gotta—you gotta want it.”

Joe crossed his arms and scowled up at the beautiful man and his beautiful face as Harry tried to parse what Joe was saying.

“Want it…?” Harry echoed.

“Yeah. You gotta want to be my friend. And screw what anyone else thinks!”"

And did anyone else cackle at how Joe telephone-gamed Calloway's advice to still be in plausible-deniability-land. "You gotta want to be my friend" ok. not what he fuckin said. run that back real quick -> "Not if you’re being open about what you want and everything. That’s how love works, Joe. You gotta want it."

I just adored the moments of insight between them, too. "... Joe knew his real answer was yes – he was just too afraid to say it overtly. He argued and fought and begrudgingly accepted it instead. / What was that saying to Harry?" vs. Ch22 Harry's revelation: "How much of his relationship with Joe was genuine, he wondered, and how much of it was Joe going along with Harry’s suggestions in the name of diplomacy?"

Joe IS acting like somebody who's being coerced! Harry IS being a trustworthy guy by noticing it and checking in once their relationship is definitely turning intimate! It's so fascinating to think in hindsight that every time Joe turned red and embarrassed, Harry was having a thought at the back of his mind like "he doesn't want this. I'm scaring him. He doesn't want me, and he doesn't even know the real me yet. And worse, he can't tell me, because he's afraid of what I might do to him." But he can't SAY all that because it would hurt too much if he said it and Joe confirmed he was actually correct, so Ch22 comes out as a trainwreck where he's accidentally insulting Joe's ability to survive without him. (Side note I KNEW Harry wasn't REALLY considering Joe his landlord. Sad!!! That fucked up scrawny starving guy has squatter's rights and he was doing pretty good all things considered maybe !!!)

The respective issues ~Society~ has given both of them just make it impossible to talk about the root of their problems without baring your guts in a really terrifying way. OOF.

HOWEVER this chapter confirming that homophobia isn't such a problem in tiny society is going to make this eventual conversation betwen them real interesting... Harry like "You don't understand Joe :( there's something really wrong with me... ... I like ... men..." and Joe being like "omg :) :) :) :) :) wait what's wrong with you tho" and then Joe "No you don't understand Harry :( I know this is sick but... I like.. giants... I'm sure you could never see someone smaller than you as anything other than a pet ..." and Harry just ":) :) :) :) oh what no :) Georgie was shorter than me" I hope they can have a good, baffled laugh at how long they could've been snuggling guilt-free. At the end of the angst. <3

#taolaw

[creamytinydays]

The Crush: Spiderman x Everlark - Chapter 7 Sneak Peek

Summary: Mild-mannered student by day, famed thief-turned-hero the Black Cat by night, Katniss Everdeen is juggling taking care of her sister and protecting New York City all while not trying to fail Criminology 101. If that weren’t complicated enough, she’s got a crush on two guys - Spiderman, and the cute nerd she sits next to her in class. What’s a girl to do?  

Unbeta’d.

Rated Teen

Tagging some wonderful readers in case they want to take a sneak peek at the last Chapter, which will be posted by Tuesday, April 23! Thank you all SO MUCH for reading <3

@iamareader-01-blog @purpleblueberries @daydreamsandcaffeine @honeylime08

kpkpkpkp

The next week is absolutely miserable. I’ve been subsisting on a diet of ramen, ice cream, and reality TV. I tried to shake off my mood by polishing all of the diamonds in my vault, but I barely got halfway through before I gave up. My heart just wasn’t in it.  

The only time I see Peeta all week is during Criminology 101, a few days after the break-up. He sits as far as humanly possible away from me in the cavernous lecture hall, his shoulders slumped, as he mindlessly taps a pencil on the desk. I keep my eyes averted, but when I do summon the courage to look, he’s staring out the window.

I faithfully continue patrolling every night, hoping flirting with Spidey will do me some good. After all, now that Peeta and I are over, I can flirt with Spidey totally guilt-free.

Which would be great, except I can’t find him.

Spider-Man isn’t patrolling by his favorite pizza shop in Midtown, or hanging upside down from the Brooklyn Bridge. He isn’t on top of the Empire State Building, which I had to check by taking the elevator while in costume with some very confused tourists.

Spidey’s never disappeared like this. Sure, we don’t patrol every night, but this is completely new, and worrying. What if he’s in trouble?

I double my efforts, searching the city, and even calling Poison Ivy to see if her underground network has any leads, but there’s nothing. No chatter about his whereabouts, no sightings posted on the message boards. So a week passes, and I’m very close to freaking out and calling hospitals and morgues, when one day I’m prowling the top of the Flatiron building and Spidey lands softly beside me, cool as a cucumber.

“Hey Cat.”

“What the hell!” I try to punch him in the shoulder, but he dodges. Damn those Spidey reflexes. “Where have you been?”

“Around.”

“Oh, come on. You left me!”

He sighs. “It’s been a shitty week.”

“Yeah? You and me, both. It would’ve been better if I’d at least known where you were! I thought you were dead in a gutter somewhere!”

“Aw, I had no idea you cared about me so much,” he says, but there’s nothing flirtatious or playful about his tone.

I narrow my eyes. 

“Go AWOL like that again and I’m going straight back to Tiffany’s, the hero life be damned-”

“I needed space from you, OK?” he exclaims. “I’m allowed to be upset!“

I’m so confused that I don’t even know what to say. I card my fingers through the platinum strands of my wig. I’m running through various theories such as Spider-Man has been abducted and replaced with an alternate dimension Spider-Man, or maybe he’s just lost his mind in general, but before I can figure it out, Spidey has tackled me to the floor.

“Stay down,” he says, but it’s too late. There’s a metallic whirring sound above us, way too close, and I realize why Spidey knocked me to the roof. We both attempt to scramble out of the way, but sharp metal talons seize me around the ribs, gripping so tightly I’m fighting to breathe.

“Well, well, well,” says the Vulture.

kpkpkp

#thg #the hunger games #fanfic #hunger games fanfiction #katniss #peeta #everlark fanfiction #everlark #fandom #ao3 #archive of our own #chapter 7 #the crush #spider-man #the black cat #marvel #creamytinydays

[spectrum-spectre]

ITS HERE FOLKS! FINAL PART TO THIS POST!

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Eddie Munson is not dead. He's not quite sure why that is, though.

He remembers being on the boat, seeing Steve take his shirt o-get your mind out of the gutter Munson, for fuck's sake-and then jumping into Lover's Lake, and... Huh. Well this is a predicament.

It's kinda hard not to believe in soulmates when you can see the edge of a soul mark peeking out from under a bandage. He just hopes the bats didn't chew off a piece of it. Of fucking course they managed to tear away parts of his tattoos, though. He paid for those, damn it!

Better scarred than dead, he supposed. Wait. How is he alive again? Henderson sure as shit didn't carry him; the little brat just had to come back for him and get hurt in the process. So that rules him out. Speaking of Henderson, right now he's talking a mile a minute, won't seem to shut the fuck up about Harringt-hang on a fucking minute.

Steve Harrington carried him out of hell??? Well..... Shit. Maybe they are soulmates.....

Speak of the devil, here he comes. He looks rough, like someone sucked the life out of him. Which is ironic seeing as Eddie was the one in a coma for about five days. He can't help but feel concerned for the other man though. Why does he seem nervous? Are the scars all over his body really so hideous that Steve can't even look at him? He hasn't had time to check a mirror since he woke up, but Wayne said they weren't that bad. They can't be. Right?

"Hey," Steve mumbles, shifting from one leg to another, not able to make eye contact. His focused is fixed on Eddie's arm. On the mark.

'Ohhhhh no,' Eddie realizes. 'He gave me CPR, he dragged my sorry ass for miles, he HAD to have seen my soul mark!! He knows!!!'

"I'm glad you're okay," Steve continues. "We were all really worried about you. I was really worried about you." The last part is whispered, but Eddie catches the words. His eyes wander away from the younger man's downcast face, towards his arms. His left arm, to be precise, where a soul mark rests. It's identical to Eddie's: a bat in mid-flight. Only where the older man has an extra, to go along with the flock already tattoed there, Steve only has the one.

"I guess we have a lot to talk about," Eddie braves with a tentative smile.

"Yeah. I guess we do," Steve replies, a grin of his own growing in return, and oh what a beautiful sight that is.

He's not sure when it happened, or how it happened to him of all people, but Eddie Munson started believing in soulmates that day, and Steve Harrington began believing in fate.

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Once again, thank you all so much for your patience and support. Sorry that last time I said it would be done soon, but. Life Happened™

I honestly didn't know what to do for the ending. I wanted there to be like, some dramatic build-up and nervous tension but I really just don't have the spoons to write any more. I wish that I could've given this a mote satisfying ending, but at this point the desire to just Be Done overrode the fear of not making it perfect.

If anyone wants to write their own version for the ending, be my guest (just tag me in it pls)!

Happy "Eddie Munson Lived" Day! ❤️ 💙 💜 💖 💗 💘 💝

My amazing cheer team, I love you all so much:

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#can't believe i forgot to tag #ffs #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #soulmate au #soulmarks #soulmark au #soul marks #soul mark au #steddie soulmate au #my achilles heel #my writing #steddie fic

[aloneodi]

Surprise | Elizabeth Olsen

Summary: Y/n has a surprise for his girl. But does she like it??

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x male reader

Warning: nothing I guess just fluff.

"I have a surprise for you."

"ooh, what kind of surprise?"

"Will you keep your mind out of the gutter for one moment?" Y/N replied, trying his best to sound serious but unable to stop the corners of his mouth quickly creeping upwards. Lizzie giggled, lightly swatting him with the magazine she was holding.

"That's not what you said last night, baby," she said, offering him a sensual look as they stood facing each other. He chuckled, pushing her playfully.

"you are shameless!"

"But that's why you love me..."

Y/N smiled, glancing at the floor for a passing moment. He knew this carefree banter would soon fade when he informed her of his surprise. But he also knew the stalling couldn't wait any longer.

"Do you want your surprise or not?"

She held up her hands in apology, and nodded with a smile. Y/n exhaled deeply, preparing himself for the enormous amount of convincing he would have to do.

"I'm ready,"

"Okay..." he paused, talking another breath. He was sure that she had now noticed his nervous demeanour, but there was no way he was stopping now, "...I went down to the post office today, and in front of the door they had this box full of puppies."

As soon as he had uttered the latter he knew he had made a mistake. Her expression changed dramatically, even going as far to take a step backwards,

"puppies? Please, Y/n, do not tell me you've gone and adopted a dog!" despite her apparent anger, Y/n recognised something deeper in her tone. Fear.

"Lizzie, I need you to hear me out on this one! You can't live your life consumed by such an irrational fear..."

You've really put your foot in it now, Y/n,

"I-I didn't mean it like that.." It was no use. He had said it.

"Y/n, I was attacked by a dog when I was six!"

"I know, Liz, I know."

"you see this scar?" she pulled up the hem of her shirt, revealing a series of small scars that formed a large bite mark on the side of her stomach, "I didn't get this falling in church! An Alsatian ravaged me." The way she said the words were harsh, and Y/n stepped towards her, taking her in his arms. He was surprised when she relaxed almost instantly, burying her head in his chest as she sighed deeply.

"I love you, okay?" he whispered, using his hand to tilt her chin up so that she looked him in the eyes. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss, " ...and I'd never do anything if I thought it would end up hurting you," he said, pulling away and continuing to hold her close.

"I know."

"...she's a golden retriever."

"you've seen those, right? All cute and fluffy. Bit like you, minus the fluffy part," he chuckled, and she smiled.

"I've seen'em"

He could tell she was still unsure, but he was relieved she wasn't shouting at him anymore.

"The dog that did this to you..." he began, slipping his hand underneath her shirt and gently caressing the damaged skin beneath. She breathed softly, keeping her eyes locked on his, "...was a whole different kettle of fish. If you want it, this would be our dog. And it would love you as much as I do, maybe even more so."

Lizzie chuckled lightly, starting to feel the rush of adrenaline caused by the difficult memories fade gradually.

"If that's even possible..."

Y/n kissed the tip of her nose, unable to stop himself from smiling.

"That's my girl. Just give her a chance, and if you can't then we'll find her another home.

"one of these days I'm going to have to kick your ass, you know that?"

He laughed, happy that she was relaxing after her outburst. Not that he blamed her for having an outburst. It was sprung on her rather quickly.

"I look forward to it, now c'mon..." reaching for her hand to lead her away, he paused when he still felt tension in her touch, "...Actually, you stay here. Sit down, make yourself comfortable. I will bring her to you"

Lizzie nodded with a smile, taking a seat on the sofa as Y/n made his way to the front door. He stepped outside, bending down to pick up something out of view before poking his head around the door to look at her.

"you ready, babe?"

He was smiling, obviously trying his best to keep a hold on what he was carrying. Exhaling quietly, she nodded.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Great, here I come."

And with that he pushed the door wide open, and immediately her eyes fell to the small, golden bundle of joy Y/n was holding with his free hand.

Of course she felt the fear. Of course she did. But Y/n was there. And he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

As he came closer, she finally got a good look at the puppy. Lizzie had to admit she was a serious cutie. Glancing up at Y/n, she almost laughed when she saw the look in his eyes. It was taking some serious restraint to not melt into a puddle of goo at the sight of the tiny thing.

"She's... she's adorable, baby..." she said with a smile, watching as the puppy squirmed, obviously not happy with the height it was being held at.

"Here," he said, squatting down in front of where she was sitting. Briefly, she panicked, but Y/n caught the look in her eyes and placed his hand on hers, "Relax, baby. Nothing's gonna happen to you."

"Oookaayyy..." she breathed shakily, trying to focus on the positives. It's little paws were incredibly cute.

"Let her sniff you. You just sit still and she'll do her thing."

She trusted him more than anybody. He had been around dogs growing up, so he knew what he was doing. Now she had to do her part.

Waiting until Lizzie had relaxed considerably, he slowly moved the puppy towards her until it's nose was next to her hand. Y/n could feel her tension, but he was proud of her for even trying this.

"Relax, baby"

"I know."

The puppy sniffed at her hand for a few moments, before gently licking her fingers. The sensation came as a surprise to Lizzie, but she remained still nonetheless.

Y/n smiled, lightly scratching behind the tiny puppy's golden ears.

"Do you want to hold her?" he asked, keeping a firm hold on the puppy itself. The last thing he needed was it jumping onto her and setting her back in her ways.

Being extremely careful, he slowly placed the retriever in her outstretched hands. The puppy squirmed for a second before relaxing again, lying comfortably in her arms. Lizzie smiled, running her fingers along the golden fur coat that covered the tiny creature.

"pretty amazing, huh?"

Y/n leaned down, kissing the top of the puppy's head much to Lizzie's amusement.

"Does she have a name?" she asked, and Y/n nodded.

"Her name is Goldie, but we can always change that in the future" he explained, and she shook her head.

"I like it..." she smiled, stroking Goldie's head as she sat, "Hi there, Goldie. You're not scary at all, are you?"

Chuckling lightly, Y/n got up and took a seat next to her on the sofa, all the while watching the small puppy as it scrambled around her lap.

"I'm glad you like her, baby. And I'm proud of you for being so brave," he said, tilting her face towards his as he spoke. She smiled, pressing her lips to his in a loving kiss, almost wanting to deepen it immediately But there was a certain canine that probably wouldn't appreciate such a romantic display of affection to worry about.

Pulling away, she smiled softly.

"I love you, Y/n. Thank you"

"you're welcome, Liz. And you love Goldie too, right?"

"More than anything.."

"Oh, so now I'm second in line for your affections?"

"Every doofus has his day, Y/n."

"Thank you, baby. You always know how to make me feel better..."

"Remember you're my perfect girl"

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This is for you my love, my girl @gingerninja-93 ❤

#the avengers #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff x male reader #elizabeth olsen x male reader #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen x male reader #lizzie olsen x reader #lizzie olsen x you #lizzie olsen #i love wanda

[threadbaresweater]

sleep

Just a little drabble about a reader who can't sleep (me). The world needs more Aki Hayakawa fluff. Super short, totally written on the fly. Sweet dreams, dear readers.

Aki understands what it's like when sleep doesn't come easy. He's had his fair share of nightmares and a few too many restless nights spent on the balcony with a few cigarettes and a balmy, summer breeze. He's spent more time than he'd care to think about tossing and turning, until he gets out of bed to take a hot shower in hopes of calming himself enough to maybe catch a few hours of shut-eye. There's nothing glamorous about the dark circles under his eyes or the way he has to drink copious amounts of caffeine to get through a day.

So when he sees you struggling in a way that he's all too familiar with, he wants to help. He's fresh from the shower when he comes to check on you, curled up in a corner of the couch with your legs tucked beneath you and a book in your hands. It's well past midnight, and yes- you're due at work in the morning, but you can't seem to shut your eyes long enough for the blanket of sleep to wrap you in its gentle embrace.

"You coming to bed?" he asks, folding his arms on the back of the couch to rest his head. He smells clean and fresh, and your tummy does a little flip.

"Soon. If I can manage to unwind a little," you reply, leaning back to smile at him with your eyes closed.

He kisses your forehead and stands, walking around the couch to sit down beside you. "Can't sleep?"

You shake your head and close the book around your index finger, marking your spot. "Third night this week. I just can't seem to relax enough to make it happen."

Aki slips an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer so that you're resting against his chest. You feel his heartbeat through the softness of his t-shirt and shut your eyes as if you're committing it to memory. "You know," he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, "I could help you relax."

Aki isn't always playful, but when he's managed a few restful nights and a lighter than usual workload, you find that he's more likely to make jokes, to be more openly affectionate with you. You giggle at him, and then you giggle at yourself for how giddy you sound. "Yeah? How you gonna do that, hm?"

First, he traces his fingertips across your cheek, then behind your ear as he leans down to whisper, "Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Why do you think my mind is in the gutter?" you retort, feigning innocence. His fingertips stir something in you. He's got a way of touching you that's utterly irresistible (and almost always leads to something more than a simple touch).

"Because I know you." Those same, warm fingertips begin mapping out the column of your neck, and you uncurl your legs from beneath you, pointing your toes out in front of you before relaxing further into the couch, into Aki.

"Mmmm...you think you know me," you murmur as his touch extends to your collarbone, skimming across with delicate ease.

"Oh, I do. And I know you think I'm trying to get into your pants right now."

"I'm wearing shorts."

He scoffs, but there's a playfulness to it. "Don't be a smart-ass."

"Would you prefer I was a dumb-ass? I wouldn't be able to keep up with your witty banter if I was."

He sighs deeply, and a little part of you is smug and satisfied because you know he's growing weary of your snarky comebacks. "Just relax, yeah? Let me help."

You sigh, too, and close your eyes again, letting the book fall closed in your lap. Aki continues to trace the contours of your upper body– focusing mainly on your face. Your cheeks, your jaw, the bridge of your nose and the line of your brow. He's quiet, too. The steady sound of his breathing and the gentle beat of his heart are all you can focus on. It's almost meditative how he works, and you begin to realize that he really does want to help you relax...and not in a sexual way.

"How does that feel?" He's so quiet, his voice just above a whisper. You feel it in his chest when he speaks; it's a low vibration against your ear that serves to only relax you further. He traces his fingertips over your other ear, then along your jawline again.

"'s nice. Feels good," you slur, feeling drowsy and calm.

Within a few minutes, you're breathing deep and steady against Aki's chest, sound asleep. He kisses the top of your head and moves your book to the coffee table before lifting you gingerly from the couch to carry you off to bed.

He'll help you unwind a different way tomorrow night.

#aki hayakawa #aki x you #aki x reader

[julietpricee]

Day 12 - Sharpuary (Bad Day)

(Accidentally saved this to my drafts instead of posting it 🙈)

MC knows exactly how to cheer Professor Sharp up (Get your head out of the gutter!!)

TW - Mention of character death

“Galleon for your thoughts?”

Professor Sharp was hunched over his desk in his dark, empty classroom with his head in his hands. He looked up at you, wondering if he had finally, completely lost his touch having not heard you enter the room or approach his desk. 

“Evening Miss (L/N). Shouldn’t you be… literally anywhere else?” He bit through gritted teeth.

You scoffed gently at him, taking a small napkin-wrapped package out of your pocket. “Fine, I’ll just take these pumpkin pastries and leave.” You watched his face light up before you turned smugly to tease him by walking off. 

“Now, now,” you heard his gruff voice call out almost immediately. “Let’s not be too hasty.” 

You hear a loud squeak and spin around to see him pushing a chair out towards you. With a wide grin, you take a seat, placing the pastries out in front of him. Much to your enjoyment, Professor Sharp wasted no time in grabbing one and taking a large bite. 

“These are my favourite,” he said with a full mouth. 

“I know,” you replied with a chuckle, taking a bite out of yours. You swallowed before continuing “I noticed you were a bit blue in class earlier, so I thought these might cheer you up.”

He looked over your face with slight shock and almost embarrassment. “It really isn’t your responsibility to look after my welfare Miss (L/N), that is my job.”

You smiled warmly at him. “I don’t mind,” you confess, taking another bite of your pastry. 

An uncomfortable silence fell between you as he finished his pastry and you wondered if maybe you had overstepped and hurt his pride. In a desperate attempt to avoid his eye contact, you started scanning the room, acting as if it was the first time you’d ever stepped foot in it. 

“Why must you always do this?” Professor Sharp asked, breaking the silence.

You swallowed the last bite of your pastry, looking at him with confusion clear on your face. “Do what, Sir?”

“Put everybody else's needs first?” He continued. You stare at him, not knowing how to answer. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you mediating your friends every time they get into a disagreement. All Mr Sallow has to do is sigh and you’re right there, ready to help. I’m your Professor for Merlin’s sake, and here you are trying to pick up the pieces for me. Why?”

You look down into your lap, swallowing your feelings down. “I don’t know, sir.”

“It’s not a complaint as such, you don’t need to feel ashamed,” he stated softly. “But I must admit, I am a little concerned.” You look up at him with wide eyes. “If you’re constantly running around picking up everyone's pieces… who’s there to help you when you’ve had a bad day?” Your eyes begin to well up and a single tear rolls down your cheek, but you quickly wipe it away. 

Another silence falls between you as he awaits your response.

“Fig,” you croak before clearing your throat. “Professor Fig was always there for me, picking up the pieces as I went.” You let a small chuckle escape your mouth as you look back down into your lap. For a moment you lose yourself in your memories, only to be brought back into the room as you feel another tear roll down your cheek. “Since he died I’ve just been dealing with everything on my own.”

“And how has that worked out?” He asked, leaning forward onto his desk in interest. 

You scoff. “Brilliant, yeah, that’s why I’m crying,” you reply sarcastically. The two of you laugh together before he rests his hand on your shoulder delicately. 

“Well, I can’t promise I’ll be as good as Fig was at being your mentor, but I’m here if you need me,” he continues. 

You smile warmly at him, taking a deep breath to relax your nerves, but your face quickly turns sceptical. 

“How did you do that?” You question him curiously.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he chuckles in response.

“We were talking about you! How did you twist the conversation like that?” You chuckle.

He taps his nose playfully. “An old Auror trick. Maybe I’ll teach you sometime.”

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53448181/chapters/135983035

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fandom #professor sharp #aesop sharp #professor aesop sharp #daddy sharp #hogwarts #sharpuary #sharpuary 2024

[jmdbjk]

Good morning! Pt. 2

I forgot to mention that it started to pour down rain (hence Rainy Day Fight) whenever JK was out there lost in the streets and I’m sure that added to his stress because he didn’t know how to get back to the dorm. Thundering, lightning, who knows... wind maybe... some outside force got upset at JK in that moment. The Universe seemed to step in and pour a bucket of water on a young JK's head to get his attention... it worked.

Continuing...

So he's scrolling through a million cooking videos and then all of a sudden "Lee Mujin Service April Fools Day Special" comes up?

I can't be the only one who is giving that the big ol' side eye... amongst all the food/cooking videos THAT one shows up? Riiiight...

He says he hasn't seen it... riiiiight.... whatever you say Kookie.

Curiously... the translation subtitle says he said "Jimin!" but that's not what he said. I don't know what he said but it wasn't Jimin.

He fast forwards a little and then this:

Hahahahaha! Yep, I bet you've heard enough about Face album to last you a while. That project tied up your Jiminie for most of the past year and had you sitting in your living room-cave drinking beer and eating gobs of fried chicken in front of Netflix all winter long singing to your giant tv and keeping the neighbors awake.

But that doesn't stop Kook from obviously loving Like Crazy...

[we're sorry we're experiencing technical difficulties with the video, please standby]

He couldn't think of Bosa Nova for the genre.

The mimicking was 💀 ... I died. I can see Jimin practicing some mock interviews with him. That seems very much like something Jimin would do. JK loves his Jimin. That's all there is to it.

Then he sang along with Lee Mujin on "Butterfly" and "Traffic Light" where he unleashed some killer ad libs. He proceeded to play air drums.

When he was done with that he scrolled some more and commented there are only cooking shows... I swear ... how did the Lee Mujin show just appear amongst all the cooking shows Kookie?? hmmmmm????

He has watched it before, that's how, it was in his history.

I have to tell you... I will admit, my mind lives in the gutter... please get that stick out from between your legs and ESPECIALLY STOP rubbing the knob at the end of it!!!

You can't tell me he doesn't know what we say on here about him. He lurks in the rabbit hole...I just know it.

Finds this specific thing and then proceeds to sing along with himself... if the neighbors managed to keep sleeping through the drumming on the furniture jam session, they surely woke up when he started to belt out Airplane Pt. 2.

But he couldn't remember the lyrics to Save Me...

When the Best of Me verse came up where he and Jimin do the switchy-switchy back and forth choreo he couldn't help himself... he had to couch dance... and it turned out to be a loop hahahahaha!

Then he belted out Wasurenai by Tanaka. The neighbors probably have given up on sleeping in by now. It's a workday anyway. Get your ass out of bed.

[the toes...] I'm not a foot person but I would give him a foot rub.

That's because you are interrupting your body's involuntary intake and exhalation of oxygen. It is theorized that the brain triggers yawns to keep you alert. I know everyone needed to know that. Don't look at my brain, its scary in there. Moving on...

And then he swapped hats and launched into a 5 minute impression of G-Dragon... I don't know anything about G-Dragon except he was in BigBang with Taeyang. I did see him arriving at Incheon one time and he was wearing the shortest shorts I've ever seen a man wear in public these days. They were like booty shorts... He did not make eye contact with anyone, as if he wished he was somewhere else. Came across as a typical western rapper... full of attitude and not gratitude. That's my impression of who G-Dragon is. Anyway. This:

Paint me clueless because I have no idea what just happened.

Ok, let me take a step away for a second and speak about something: Jungkook just parodied G-Dragon. He was mimicking Jimin earlier... ALL IN FUN. The theory is, when you mimic others, you subconsciously create a bond with those individuals. If you dislike someone, your subconscious will dampen any desire to do that. Psychology is fascinating isn't it?

I've seen some trying to weaponize these instances during this live. Jungkook mimics and copies because these are people he enjoys, not people he hates. There is not a malicious bone in JK's body. Just a lot of bones and cartilages that sound like bubble wrap being stepped on when he cracks them. Again moving on...

He stopped on Kurzgesagt, a Youtube channel that creates animated videos on a variety of topics that are informational and enlightening. Kookie loves the aesthetics of the channel.

He spends the next 10 minutes searching for something to watch while his brain tries to wind down and tell him its time to sleep. He subconsciously starts humming Like Crazy again and then finds a Jay Park song. I am thinking a collab is coming even though most of us could do without Jay Park. Obviously, Jungkook has a thing for him so I will remain open minded about any song should one be released. JK's vocals will elevate it to the stratosphere regardless.

I remember the pushback when we learned about Jimin's collab with Taeyang. And it turned out to be a great song and speaking for myself, I found Taeyang to be a decent and likable human. Why I ever doubted the kind of person Jimin would admire, I have no idea.

Displaying his prowess of composing songs on the spot:

The entire live was classic Jungkook. He will talk about almost anything and share a wide-ranging amount of TMI. Even now, he shows us how open he is about so much. He covered so many random things but mostly talked about his three favorite things: working out/body care, cooking and Jimin.

And Jimin and Jungkook...they are still the same as they've always been, always and forever since the rainy day fight up until now.

He finally decided to "rest a bit" before heading out and bid us farewell.

Apobangpo Kookie! I hope we get to see you soon again!

More thoughts as I sit here thinking about Jungkook and Jimin through the years... it shouldn't be taken lightly how much influence Jimin has had on Jungkook. And to think of their dynamic over the years, watching the way they look at each other and speak to each other has evolved. It is rare to be able to observe such a thing happen between two people in real life. The way they both light up when they see the other's presence... lately we've seen it during these lives... they both beam with joy at each other... it's an amazing thing.

(FYI: My gifs and video prevented this post from showing up on the tumblr feed so there are screenshots for now.)

#that sad excuse of a floor lamp behind the couch... #jk is the biggest pjm #jikook #i was interrupted 5 million times at work trying to finish this #HE CUT HIS HAIR #IT'S THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF HIS LONG HAIR! #apobangpo #festa 2023

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

I might be a bit cliché haha but may I request a nice Steddie + Ronance double date? Bonus points if they end up telling embarrassing stories about their partners in front of their friends ❤️

Ooh, yes 💕

Well, they're not exactly teasing their partners, but I hope it'll do!

As much as they joked that their first double-date was their time spent trying to escape the Upside Down, it was nice to actually do something normal together. Sure, Eddie rolled his eyes and huffed that bowling was "lame and cliché as fuck," but that lasted right up until he got his first strike.

Yes, he got it with Steve's help. Yes, Steve's hands were on his waist. No, Robin would never let him live it down.

He squeaked. It was glorious.

Nancy approached bowling like she approached everything else: with competitiveness and single-minded determination. Maybe Robin was drooling a bit, sue her. No one should be capable of making bowling shoes look cute, but Nancy somehow pulled it off. She watched Nancy approach the line, eyes narrowed as she stared down the lane, eyeing the pins like they'd personally offended her.

She only knocked over three pins and cursed so loudly that a nearby mother gasped and covered her young son's ears. Eddie laughed so hard he fell off Steve's lap.

"You'll get the next one, Nance," Robin soothed, kissing her cheek.

"I will," Nancy said, with a slightly wild gleam in her eyes. Maybe it was because Eddie was winning and they simply couldn't have that. Steve was just giving Eddie that sappy little smile, clearly unphased by his second-place spot, while Nancy considered it an insult.

Robin was losing. Like, by a lot. She slipped and got two gutter balls in a row. But, hey, it came with a perk! Nancy kissed her each time and even bought her a slushie. Robin considered slipping on purpose, but wasn't willing to risk actually breaking a leg or dropping the ball on her foot.

Eddie caught her eye and smirked. Robin loudly slurped her slushie, unapologetic as Nancy fussed over her. It was so worth it.

"I've seen worse from her," Steve said. "There was the time she fell over two display cases and landed on her ass because Vickie smiled at her, and then-"

"We don't speak of it!" Robin squawked.

"No, hold on, I wanna know more," Eddie said quickly, grinning.

"I've got dirt on you too, Munson," Robin hissed, pointing at him. "Don't try me."

"Dirt," Nancy repeated, amused. "Such as...?"

"Don't you dare, Robin," Eddie warned.

"Eddie's big bi panic the first time Steve lifted him up!"

"Buckley!" Eddie protested. Steve looked especially smug.

"Oh really?" he drawled. He scored a strike like it was nothing, the little shit. "Tell me more."

"You literally put your hands on my waist and lifted me out of your way!" Eddie huffed, gesturing dramatically as he spoke, practically flailing his arms. "Cut me some slack, man, I'm only human."

"Don't worry," Nancy said soothingly. "Steve walked into a doorframe because you were showing Argyle your chest tattoo."

"Nancy!" Steve yelped, flushing. "What the hell?"

"That's what that was about?" Eddie demanded.

Robin cackled gleefully. That had been a glorious night indeed; what a way to realise you were bi. Poor Steve had taken hours to recover.

Steve's eyes narrowed on Nancy. His smile was downright predatory.

"Alright, Nance," he said, far too sweetly. "Why don't we tell Robin here about those practice conversations we had? Remember, when you wanted to rehearse asking her out?"

Nancy went beet red and froze in place. "Steve Harrington," she said slowly. "Don't say a word."

Robin perked up. "Practice?" she asked eagerly. "Really?"

"Oh yes," Steve said gleefully.

"Shut up, Steve!"

"Nancy was nervous, so Eds and I offered to help."

"Steve!"

"She wanted to get it just right and...Now, Nancy, remind me what your first attempt was?" Steve's grin grew. Eddie badly concealed a snort as a cough. Nancy slowly shook her head, silently daring him to continue.

Well, Steve had never been known for self-preservation.

He looked at Robin, hands on his hips. "Nance here looked me right in the eye and said, Hi Robin, I'm bye-bye. I mean bi. I mean- girls. You. Date please?"

"I hate you," Nancy hissed. She slumped in her seat, hiding her face in her hands. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you."

"Damn," Eddie snorted, grabbing Robin's slushie and slurping before she could stop him. He had the gal to fight her off as she tried to snatch it back. "We're all disasters, huh?"

"Monster hunting is easy," Robin said, successfully reclaiming her slushie. "Flirting? Not so much."

"Speak for yourself," Steve said.

"Don't make me resurrect the board, Stevie-boy."

"Board?" Eddie tilted his head, reminding Robin fondly of a little puppy. Nancy gave her that adorable, curious pout.

Steve was already blushing scarlet.

"Robin," he pleaded. "Don't."

Grinning, Robin threw her arm around Eddie's shoulders.

"Eddie, do you remember Scoops Ahoy?"

#i love them your honour #they're disasters #answers #asks #prompts #the fruity four #fruity four #steddie #ronance #steve x eddie #robin x nancy #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #snippets

[know-the-way]

Phrack Marriage Scenario that’s been floating around in my head the past couple days:

Disclaimer: I’m not sure if my working knowledge on transfer of peerage is at all correct, so this could be entirely stupid, but just hang with me.

Okay. So. The scenario - The Baron of Richmond shuffles off this mortal coil (awwww so sad, tears on our collective pillow). As his only surviving child, Phryne inherits the title, making her Lady Fisher. And it would also make any man she married a Lord, giving him access to the House of Lords in parliament**. Which is an enticing level of influence and power - e.g. why continue to search for ways around the law when you can simply change the law instead (obviously it wouldn’t be that simple, but hopefully you get what I mean)?

(**Technically, the seat in the House of Lords should be Phryne’s right, but ya know… misogyny of the early 1900s and all that. Apparently, the first woman to take seat in the House of Lords was a baroness in 1958.)

Now… since she’s a widow, she has free reign to marry whom ever she wants… and I reckon she’d want someone she could trust to carry out her political wishes, on her behalf, in the exclusively male parliament. I’m not saying that someone would/should be Jack, but also yes I am. Because what an entertaining romp it would be to get phrack marriage that doesn’t “tie Phryne down” or “compromise her independence,” but in fact - grants her more power to change the world than she currently has?

We’d also get to witness the uncomfortable, yet surely comedic journey of Jack reluctantly navigating through the uptight, condescending crowds of British nobility. And, after enough harassment about him being unworthy ‘cause he’s from the “gutter of the realms” Australia, Jack puts on his dom!suit and makes them all his bitches by using his seat to advocate for Australian autonomy from Britain. Like, “If we’re such a trash realm, you won’t mind losing all the capital and resources of the land you loathe, right mates? Oh, what’s that? The King is upset about the inevitable and now imminent dissolution of the commonwealth? … Aw, that’s so sad, Alexa play ‘Cry Me a River’ by Justin Timberlake.”

In the mean time, Lord and Lady Robinson make frequent journeys between the two countries, scheming together, planning their world domination (see: liberation), and solving a murder or two along the way in all their power couple glory. And maybe* they have a lot of sex, too. (*definitely)

Fin.

Could I have made this a fic? Yeah. Do I currently possess the stamina and attention span to do so? No. Absolutely not. (But if anyone else wants to take a swing at it, feel free.)

#mfmm #abstract concepts at 2am because why not #phrack