#also.. I’m really fucking lonely. just to throw that out there. if you can’t tell by my reblogs.

[floral-hex]

Just canceled all of my future therapy appointments. Big fudgin’ bummer. Did I mention I lost my insurance? Didn’t even find out about that until the day it lapsed. Trying to find a way to fix it now, reapplying and whatnot, but ya know, it’s bureaucracy so who knows how long it’ll take. Just fingers crossed I don’t run out of meds first.

lol it’s underwater 🐠

#ugggghhhhh so sad #like genuinely I think my therapist rocks #he’s the best one I’ve ever had. nice and cool but no BS and just harsh enough to push me #I feel like such a baby for saying it but literally the number one thing I’ve wanted these last few weeks was to go to therapy #I had to skip my last appointment so I haven’t seen him in weeks #between my mom’s organ transplant and driving back and forth to see her everyday and taking care of my bros aaand super suicidal birthday #I’m just… I’m tired. I want to vent. I just want to spill my guts for an hour and maybe cry a lot #and I can’t do that with anyone else. I know that’s dumb to say #I 100% can’t complain to my family because ya know I gotta be strong and they don’t need me being a burden #and I love my mutuals but I don’t know any of you anywhere well enough to feel comfortable venting #I mean. y’all can vent to me all day. I’ll gladly listen to you talk about yourselves. I’m here for it. I just can’t do it myself 😕 #I’m so tired and anxious and I don’t want to really get into the self harm talk but I’ve had some serious self destructive thoughts lately #I don’t know what I’m going to do #I have to believe it’ll get better #because if I don’t believe that then… what’s the point? #also.. I’m really fucking lonely. just to throw that out there. if you can’t tell by my reblogs. #I am like desperately and ravenously lonely and full of longing #and you add that to everything else it’s just the sad little cherry on top… #now I want an ice cream sundae… mmmm…. #I need 1000 hugs and to sit with someone and maybe get fucked up and complain and sit in silence and and and blegh #but that’s life. it’ll be… it’ll be whatever it is. #sorry. this is a bit too heavy for this time of morning #I’ve been sick. really bad vertigo and vomiting and I’m just wiped out and sad #but I love you stranger or at least I like you enough to be okay with you reading this #okay be safe #goodbye forever #text

[pjmxtra]

Take care of you…ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

જ⁀➴ pairing: best friend! jake x f!reader

જ⁀➴ synopsis: After your boyfriend has been ignoring you jake decided to make you less lonely… in many ways.

જ⁀➴ genre: smut !

જ⁀➴ notes: There is cheating in this fic obvi. but not you being cheated on ;) also sorry for the late updates :,( work has been busy as hell !!

“I’m so over it” you rolled you eyes, as you let a sigh escape past your lips. You had just been complaining about your boyfriend to your best friend Jake for the a millionth time. Jake let out a little laugh has heard you complain once again.

“It’s not funny Jake” You pouted, throwing a pillow at him. “It’s like he doesn’t even care about me” A frown was now seen on your lips. Thinking about your boyfriend was just making you so annoyed. The only reason you had came over to Jakes was to tell him about the horrible thing your boyfriend did.

Your boyfriend was invited to a party so of course you came along. However, your boyfriend was chatting up a storm with anyone that wasn’t you. You felt so isolated. How could your own boyfriend not at least let you join the conversation. Every attempt you made to chime in you would get talked over or just plane out ignored. How thoughtful his friends were.

Jakes eyes connected with yours as he moved his hands and grabbed yours. “ Y/N you are an amazing girlfriend that fuck doesn’t even deserve you and you know it” You let out the breathe you had been holding in. Your heart beging to race as his face inched closer towards you.

Feeling a sudden shyness wash over you. It’s true you had always had a little bit of a tiny winy crush on Jake. I mean who wouldn’t. He was so nice and sweet. Such a gentleman and he was 10/10 handsome. You couldn’t even deny it.

But you do have a boyfriend so you can’t be to shameful. You had pushed those feeling way back when you got together with your boyfriend but you can’t seem to get rid of all the feelings you have for him. Especially seeing him looking so. Handsome. As he stared into your eyes, you couldn’t help but admire him. He looked so well put together and that turtle neck was doing him justice.

Jake let out a sigh as his hand lifted up to pat you head. The slight gesture sending your heart in motion. No way. Your only feeling this way because your touched deprived. Yeah that’s it. You really tried to reason with the feelings that where starting to crawl out from deep deep within your heart.

“You know…” Jake started, the shift in mood couldn’t be more obvious. “I can take care of you” His eyes shifted as his voice became lower. Your breath got stuck in your throat.

He moved towards you leaving only an inch left of space between you two. “Would you like that?” He asked, slowly you nodded your head to the best of your ability. You knew it was a very bad idea, for crying out loud you have a boyfriend. But all thoughts of him where thrown out the window once he really had shown interest.

Jake had been waiting for this moment for so fucking long. Way before your stupid boyfriend came into the picture. He really can't stand him. He doesn’t deserve you like he does and today he finally gets to show you that. No matter how long it takes.

His hand caressed your cheek, he slowly moved closer to you. The tension in the air was thick, but none of you were complaining. You two had waited for this, no matter how much you deny it. You always wanted this… wanted him.

Growing impatient you grabbed both sides of his face. Closing the gap between you. Jakes hands began to roam around your body. Making sure to touch every last piece of you.

Separating to catch your breath you stared into his eyes. You rapped your arms around his neck. Not saying a word. He tilted his head to the side. Lowering it towards your neck. Slowly starting to leave a mark. A high pitch moan leaving your throat.

“I’ve waited so long for this.” he whispered into your neck. Your heart began to race as your breathing became heavier. Starting to run your fingers through his hair. You couldn’t help but feel so loved. Finally being the center of attention. A pop sound was heard as Jake parted his lips from your neck. He moved his head back. admiring the mark he had made.

“Look at you, all marked up for me.” A little whine came from you. Jake couldn’t help but let out a laugh at how cute you looked. All shy. Just because he marked you up. Marked you as his.

His hand brushed over the red mark, smirking at his creation. “So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” He reconnected his lips with yours as his hand slowly started to hick up your thigh. You started growing more impatient by the second. All you wanted was for him to touch you already. You started to move your hips to at least try and get some friction.

“Jakeee” You whined in between the kiss. Your eyes becoming droopy, you pouted at him. Hoping he would just give in a fuck you already. He broke the kiss and started making new marks on your neck.

“What do you want? hmm what does baby want” Oh god how sexy can his man get. Being treated like this by him made it hard for you not to soak your panties. You let out a moan as he continued to suck on your delicate skin.

“I want…” shyness over taking you. You started to become embarrassed. Your grip around his hair tightened. “I want you to touch me” you said in a whisper. Burning your head into his hair. You felt him smirk against your skin. Without any warning Jake picked you up over his shoulder.

“Jakeeee! Put me down!” You squealed, hitting his back as you tried to wiggle in his grasp.

“No can do baby” He chuckled, enjoying the way you tired to escape. He placed you onto the bed. Pushing you back so that your own your back. “mm so pretty” He said before connecting his lips with yours once again. His hand began to move up your leg he stopped right where you needed him most. You left out a whine, moving to try and have him finally touch you.

“You sure you want this?” He asked, his expression changed to a genuine one. You nodded eagerly. He chuckled at how needy you were.

“Words baby”

“Yes! yes.. I want this” You answered. “Please just fuck me already” And that he did. He hocked his fingers around your panties. Pulling them down to your ankles. A squeal coming from you. His fingers pressed against your clit, slowly moving them in a circular motion.

A moan slipped passed your lips, moving your hips. “mmm please jake, more” your plead was just so desperate how could he not grant you your wish? He kissed down your neck and the pace of his fingers went faster.

He loved the sounds you made so so much. He always thought of you this way. Even after you got your boyfriend. How could be not? You always wore those skimpy outfits that showed off your body just right.

“You’re such a slut,” he said “Letting a man that’s not even your own boyfriend, touch in such ways.” lifting his face from your neck. You let a moan slip past, why did he have to sound so hot.

“Jake- please i’m so close.” you moaned, ignoring the fact what you guys were doing was so wrong. So fucking wrong. But why was it so good? So good that you couldn’t stop. Not even if you wanted to. Finally being the center of someone’s attention felt so nice. Even if it wasn’t from your boyfriend, you aren’t mad it’s from Jake.

“Yeah baby, you close?” He whispered with that stupid smirk on his face. Why did he have to be so fucking sexy? It was so hard to feel an ounce of guilt when he had you feel so good. You gasped as you felt his fingers curl, hitting a spot that just felt to good.

“Go on, cum like the nasty slut you are..” You moaned as you shifted in his lap. Just his words alone were sending you into overdrive. The sensation was all to much. You moaned as you came on his fingers. You let out a sigh as you tried to catch your breath.

Jake pulled his fingers out, causing you to whine at how sensitive you were. You watched as he lifted his hand and slowly slipped his fingers into his mouth. Releasing them with a popping sound.

“Now that was fun, wasn’t it Y/n?” He said, smiling down at you. You hummed as you let your head rest on his chest. Silence washed over the both of you. The smell of sex was in the air, “Round 2 ?” you whispered, lifting your head. Jake let out laugh, “Who am I to pass that up.”

Whether it lead to guilt and reget. This was gonna be a long night for sure…

A.N: I’M SO SORRY FOR BEING IA FOR SO LONG 🥹 I’LL POST MORE I SWEAR!! Hope you enjoy this post !!

#enhypen #jake #enhypen x reader #jake x you #jake x reader #jake sim #jake sim x reader #jake smut #jake scenarios #jake imagines #jake x reader smut #enha scenarios #enha x reader #enha jake

[steddieas-shegoes]

Read Vampire Eddie first!

Dustin shows up first.

They didn’t call him yet, he just seemed to have a fucking sixth sense or something.

Steve had fallen asleep in Eddie’s lap after crying it out, as anyone would do when their sort of friend/sort of enemy comes back from the dead (kind of) unexpectedly.

But he was woken up by a yell that either belonged to a young girl or Dustin Henderson.

“Steve! You better explain what the hell is going on!”

Steve’s eyes blinked up at where Dustin was standing in front of them with his hands on his hips. If it were any other time or day, Steve would probably be proud of him for it.

“Did you have to wake him up? He only just got to sleep.”

Steve sighed before he answered Dustin’s question.

“It was really late and you didn’t answer the radio. We were gonna call when we got up.”

“This isn’t wait to call news, Steve! This is show up at my door news. This is take an ad out in the paper news.”

“Dustin, you’re being dramatic.”

Dustin just stared at him for a moment before throwing his hands up.

“You’re. Sitting. In. Eddie’s. Lap. Steve, you realize he’s been dead for a month! A month!”

“I haven’t been dead for all of it! Only like, three or four days of it!” Eddie looked away. “Or at least that’s how my math is working. But I failed math a few times.”

Dustin was staring between Eddie and Steve.

“What do you mean?”

Steve was still trying to wake himself up. He apparently hadn’t been out for long, but it felt like he was pretty deep into sleep.

He suddenly felt Eddie’s fingers running through his hair.

“‘S not helping.”

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll talk to him.”

Steve let his eyes close, but he still listened to them for a few minutes.

“And why the hell did you come to Steve? You barely know him! You could’ve come to me.”

“Dude, I didn’t pick this. I just appeared here.”

“What do you mean?”

Steve couldn’t see, but Dustin seemed to be calming down from the shock now, focusing on his natural curiosity.

“I just. Thought about being here I guess. Maybe I was delirious or bored. I was definitely lonely. It’s hard wandering that place for so long by yourself, man.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how Will did it.”

“I don’t know either. I’m not even completely human anymore and I was ready to give up.”

Steve was drifting, catching only a few words here and there.

“….explain….Steve….him sweetheart?”

“Just….and….I know….love….”

— — — — — — — — —

Steve woke up in his bed again.

The sun was shining much too brightly for it to be early in the morning, but he couldn’t think of the last time he actually managed to sleep more than a few hours.

He looked over to the bundled up mound under his comforter and everything from the night before came flooding back.

He heard a snore from the floor to his left and leaned over to see Dustin curled up with a blanket and pillow.

Steve has two guest rooms, one of which is frequently used by the kids when they stay over after movie nights. Why wasn’t he in those?

“He didn’t wanna leave either of us.”

Steve jumped at the sound of Eddie’s voice.

It wasn’t loud, in fact, it was barely above a whisper. But he’d assumed Eddie was asleep.

“Woke up a few minutes before you. Dustin snores so loud.”

Steve snorted and then lifted the comforter so he could look at Eddie, who was cuddling with one of Steve’s pillows.

Oh, that was cute

“Okay, I have to tell you something. I should’ve told you before.”

“What is it?”

“I can…kind of…read your mind?”

Oh no.

Oh no.

“Yeah. Sorry. I’m not trying to. You’re the first person I’ve been around so I figured it was just a new thing I could do, but I can’t read Dustin’s mind and we tried a bunch of things. I’m trying to block it out, but it’s hard when it’s just us.”

Eddie looked…was that shame?

Steve couldn’t let him feel ashamed for this. It was not only out of his control, but also a super shitty thing to have to deal with. Listening to Steve’s thoughts? Steve didn’t even like doing that.

“Hey. Be nice.”

“I’m not being mean to you!”

“Not to me! To you!”

Steve couldn’t help the confused look on his face.

Then he realized that if Eddie could read his mind, he could hear when he put himself down.

“You do that often?”

“What?”

“Treat yourself this badly?”

“Well…”

“Steve.” Eddie placed a hand on his cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth along his cheekbone. “You know how amazing you are, don’t you?”

Steve shook his head.

What else could he do? He couldn’t lie. Eddie would know.

Eddie’s other hand was settled on Steve’s hip, squeezing his fingers just enough to ground Steve.

“Well, since I’m being honest this morning, let me hit you with another truth. This one’s been hanging around for years, and got much worse when you decided to make it worse in the Upside Down.” Eddie took a breath before continuing. “I’ve had a crush on you since your sophomore year. It’s so stupid, right? You were everything I was against. I actively fought with Tommy frequently and you just watched. But I’d always watch you when he was finally done and you’d just be watching me with this look. I don’t even know what it was, maybe I was reading too much into it because you were so god damn cute, I dunno. I’m rambling. Jesus Christ, I’m shutting up now.”

Eddie started to pull away, but Steve wasn’t gonna allow that. Not after that confession.

Not after he’d spent the last month mourning a lot of would’ve, could’ve, should’ve moments.

Steve pulled himself closer to Eddie, hands curling up against his chest, telling himself not to panic when he didn’t feel a heartbeat. He’s alive.

“I didn’t know then. I didn’t know why I looked at you like that. I didn’t know I could feel the way I did about girls and about you. I didn’t have anyone to explain it to me.” Steve’s breath stuttered as he looked up at Eddie, who was watching him with wide eyes. “But I know what it was now. You were pretty god damn cute, too.”

Eddie’s hand found its way back to Steve’s cheek. Steve leaned into it, letting his mind run through thoughts he remembers having about Eddie through high school, the Upside Down, and after.

“You really thought that? You’re not making this all up?”

“I wouldn’t make it up, Eds. You don’t have to believe me, but I want you to know that you’re amazing, too.”

“You two are disgusting.”

Steve and Eddie both jumped at Dustin’s voice, but smiled at each other before Eddie pushed the comforter off of their heads.

Dustin was sitting up on the floor, sleepy eyes still managing to glare at them in bed.

“Sorry, bud. Forgot you were there.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Dustin yawned. “I’m gonna go let everyone know that Eddie’s back and wants their blood.”

“Hey! I do not! I just want some blood, not their blood.”

“It’ll be fun to make them think so, though.”

“Dude, the way to break this news to them is not gonna be making them think Eddie’s Dracula.”

Eddie snorted at Steve’s words and Dustin shook his head.

“There is no other way to break the news. You two get whatever this is out of your system by dinner time. Everyone’s gonna want to see you.”

When Dustin had this particular tone, they knew they had to listen. Which was kind of annoying because they’re the adults, but whatever.

Steve was kind of just glad that Dustin was showing some emotions besides anger and sadness again.

“Fine. Don’t come back before 7. If you do, I’m not sorry for what you walk in on.”

Steve felt himself blush as Eddie spoke.

“Gross! Can you at least pretend I’m not leaving you two to have sex? Jesus.”

“Nobody said anything about sex. You’re such a teenage boy, Dustin.”

Steve giggled as he rested his head against Eddie’s chest.

Dustin didn’t add anything else to the conversation, probably sensing that Eddie was going to say more embarrassing things the more he argued.

“Seriously. 7:00. Be dressed and at least mildly presentable,” he said as he left the room.

Steve felt Eddie relax and wrap his arms around him, resting his fingers along his spine and tapping a melody. He did that a lot against his own leg or tables, Steve had noticed before everything happened. It seemed like a nervous habit, but he shouldn’t be nervous now. They’d done the hard part already; Admitted feelings and faced the possibility of rejection.

“Hey. What’s wrong?”

Steve didn’t want to look up at his face yet. Not if he was changing his mind.

“I’m. Well, I do need some blood.” He started to pull his arms away from Steve, like he was actually going to leave this very warm and cozy bed. “I can be back quick. I mean, animal blood seems to work pretty well so.”

Steve looked at him.

Really looked at him.

He shouldn’t do this.

He really shouldn’t do this.

“I mean I have plenty of blood. Like, if you didn’t wanna go out.”

Eddie stared at him, possibly not even comprehending what he was subtly (not really) offering.

“Uh.”

Steve tried not to feel too proud about rendering Eddie nearly silent, but considering how much Eddie always spoke, he counted it as a win.

“I mean, you don’t need much right? It’s like donating blood. People do it all the time.”

“Steve. I can’t. I can’t drink your blood.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not sure I’ll stop.”

Something about that made butterflies appear in his stomach, which is probably not the right reaction to someone saying they could drain your entire body of its blood. Steve was learning a lot about himself today.

“You’ll stop.”

“I’ve never had a human’s blood before, sweetheart. I don’t know if I could stop even if I wanted to.”

“You’ll stop.”

Eddie shook his head.

“I can’t take that risk with you. Not unless I know I could stop.”

“How else will you know if you don’t try?”

“I don’t know, but I can’t use you as a test subject. Especially not while we’re alone. Someone should be around in case I can’t stop.”

“We’ll call Robin then.”

Steve started to sit up so he could use the phone by his bed to call her when he felt Eddie’s hands on his shoulders.

“Steve. I don’t know if it’s a good idea. The few times I’ve drank from an animal that was still alive, they were like, hypnotized? I don’t want you to get like that. You wouldn’t have any control.”

Steve’s reaction was probably not what either of them expected, and it definitely wasn’t normal.

He whimpered. Like he was already being drained of blood.

And he was, kind of. It was all going to his dick.

Eddie looked like he might actually eat Steve. Steve was gonna be okay with that, actually.

“Steve. I have to go. I don’t think I have enough control.”

“Please.”

Steve sounded desperate, which was what he was. He’d be embarrassed about it if he could think about anything other than having Eddie’s mouth on his neck, teeth in his skin.

Steve was crawling into Eddie’s lap, wrapping his legs around his waist and arms around his neck, pulling him as close as he could.

If Eddie had any type of super strength, he wasn’t using it to push him away.

Steve counted that as another win.

“I can hear what you’re thinking. This isn’t fair to you. I have every advantage.”

“I want you to.”

“What if I can’t stop?”

His voice was quiet and Steve paused for a moment to gently cup his cheeks in his hands.

“I know you can. You’ve had every opportunity to hurt me, Eds. You could’ve hurt Dustin. You could have run from here by now and gone to anyone’s house and hurt them. But you haven’t. And you won’t hurt me. You’ll stop when you’ve had enough.”

“I don’t know that I could ever have enough of you.”

If Steve wasn’t fully on board with this before, that would have sold him on it for sure.

This may be a risk, but it was a risk Steve would rather die than not take.

“I trust you, Eds.”

He felt more than saw Eddie give in.

Steve rested his forehead against Eddie’s and closed his eyes.

He took a shaky breath, suddenly nervous that he’d made a fool of himself. He pushed the nerves down, though, knowing Eddie would leave if he thought Steve was having doubts.

“I want you to take what you need from me. Please.”

Part 3

TAG LIST: @bisexualdisastersworld

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #tumblr drabbles #part 2 #vampire eddie munson #this might have a part 3 sooner rather than later? #i got carried away #i won’t apologize #but I will say you don’t have to join this unexpected journey #I can go to this particular Mordor alone #dustin henderson

[skzpixiekaifei]

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969

Kai: Hey, you want some leftovers?  Minho: What's that?  Kai: You've never had leftovers???  Minho: No, because I'm not a quitter. 

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Chan: I drink to forget but I always remember.  

Kai: You're drinking orange juice. 

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Kai: Can we talk about that mass email you sent?  

Changbin: Why? It was important.  

Kai: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit".  

Hyunjin, shrugging: The people need to know. 

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Kai: *pitches an idea*  

Jeongin, impressed: Huh, there might be something here!  

Seungmin, under their breath: Yeah, a lawsuit. 

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Kai: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time. 

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Kai: Twilight Sparkle was the main character because she represented the element of friendship—  

Hyunjin, tied up: PLEASE, I JUST WANT TO SEE MY FAMILY AGAIN!

Kai: I'M NOT DONE!  

Kai: And Rainbow Dash was the sporty girl— 

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Felix: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.  

Seungmin: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot.  

Felix: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!  

Kai: Hmm... I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free... not sure where you're getting your facts from... 

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Jeongin: Don't have a bookmark? Try ketchup instead!!  

Kai: What makes you think I read? 

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Kai: Christmas lights?  

Chan: Check.  

Changbin: Thermos of hot cocoa?  

Chan: Check.  

Felix: Santa suits?  

Chan: Check.  

Kai: Shovel?  

Chan: Check.  

Minho: Alibi and bail money?  

Chan: Check- wait, WHAT?! 

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Han, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.  

Kai, entering the room with a small cut on their ankle: Who the f- 

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Changbin: I love you.  

Kai: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.  

*Kai and Changbin kiss passionately*  

Minho, to Seungmin: You owe me 20 dollars. 

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Seungmin: Changbin, I don't like you.  

Changbin: What did you say?  

Seungmin: You heard me!  

Changbin, internally: And it turns out I actually didn't hear what the fuck you just said. 

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Chan: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-  

Felix: It was me...  

Chan: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance. 

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Felix: We call that a traumatic experience.  

Felix, turning to Seungmin: Not a "bruh moment".  

Felix, turning to Kai: Not "sadge".  

Felix, turning to Han: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO". 

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Jeongin: You use emoji’s like a straight person.  

Kai: That’s literally the worst thing anyone has ever said about me. 

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Hyunjin: What do you think Kai will do for a distraction?  

Han: She'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.  

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*  

Han: ...or She could do that. 

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Kai: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down. 

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Kai: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat. 

Hyunjin: I’m not stupid, you know.  

Kai: Well, you’re doing a really good impression of it! 

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*Kai and Felix texting*  

Kai: Come downstairs and talk to me please. I'm lonely.  

Felix: Isn't Hyunjin there?  

Kai: Yes but I like you more. 

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Jeongin, referring to Han and Felix: Those guys are dorks.  

Kai: Yes, but they’re my dorks. 

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Seungmin: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!  

Changbin: It's kind of complicated, but Kai- 

Seungmin: Got it. Forget I asked. 

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Seungmin: Hey do you wanna hang out this weekend?  

Kai: Generic excuse.  

Seungmin: I can’t believe you said that out loud, to my face.  

Kai: I can. 

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Felix: CHARACTER. FLAWS. ARE. FUCKING. IMPORTANT.  

Kai: Me when someone tells me to stop eating mayo packets like they’re gogurt tubes. 

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Changbin: If you want my advice-  

Han: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times.  

Changbin: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me.  

Hyunjin: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder. 

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Kai, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-  

Seungmin, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?  

Hyunjin, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.  

Chan, appalled: Call the exorcist. 

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Kai: What’s your name?  

Changbin, whispering to Jeongin: Can I tell Her my real name?  

Jeongin: No!  

Changbin: I’m… Jeongin.  

Jeongin, whispering to Himself: The ONE TIME he gets my name right… 

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Kai: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Ohio! 

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Hyunjin: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.  

Kai: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to?  

Han: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit.  

Seungmin: Guys. 

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*at 3am*  

Felix, holding the vlogging camera: *runs into Changbin’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead!  

Changbin: *wakes up* Dude!  

Felix: *cackles*  

Kai: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind Changbin* What the fuck, Felix?  

Felix: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT- 

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Kai: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges. 

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Changbin: Stay foxy.  

Han: Die lonely. 

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Kai: How many children do you have?  

Chan: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference. 

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Chan: Hey, Changbin? Can I get some dating advice?  

Changbin: Just because I'm with Kai doesn't mean I know how I did it. 

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Kai: “Ladies and gentlemen” is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lengthy, and honestly, I’m falling asleep already. “Cowards” on the other hand, is inclusive to all genders, to the point, and dramatic. 

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Kai: Hey guys, I’m making french toast sticks in the oven. I’m gonna take a quick nap, so wake me up in 5 minutes to flip them over.  

*5 minutes later*  

Jeongin: Kai it’s been 5 minutes, time to flip your sticks.  

Kai: snnnzzzz...  

Jeongin:  KAI YOUR STICKS! 

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Han: Life is like Kai. It's short. 

#skz #bang chan #changbin #writing #han jisung #hyunjin #lee know #skz imagines #jeongin #lee felix #skzkaifei #seungmin #stray kids #skz 9th member #skz female member #skz female addition #skz female oc #skz oc #stray kids female member #stray kids female oc

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Pets

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Alien: Why did you invite me over? Human: To introduce you to the newest fluffy member of my family. Alien: I did not think you capable of procreation. Human: Really? Human: How do you think my species has survived so long? Alien: No I wasn’t talking about your species, just you. -------------------- Human: *Throws ball for doggo* *Doggo chases after it* Alien: Why do you repeat this process? Human: Because they love it. Alien: Hmmmmm. Alien: *Uses telepathy to read dogs mine. Dog: Why do they keep dropping this sphere? Dog: Maybe this time they will hold on to it. -------------------------- Human: This is my pet crab “Mr. Snips”, and he is a pirate. Alien: Awe. *Playfully sticks finger out to pet crab* Is that because you let him sit on your shoulder? *Crab reaches out with claw and grabs finger* Human: No, it’s because he’ll cut you. Alien: *Looks nervously at Mr. Snips* -------------------------- Alien: Why do you have three of the felines? Human: Well Otto has been with me the longest for over a decade. Alien: Ok. Human: But when I got a new job I was at home less so I got worried that he’d be lonely so then I got Binbin. Alien: Logical. Human: But then I realized Otto only loved me and didn’t want to play with Binbin so I had to get a new cat who they could play with. Alien: Why did you not just take the second cat back? Human: What kind of stupid question is that? Human: *Mockingly* Why didn’t you just take the second cat back! Human: Why don’t I just shove my poo back in me because I miss it inside me? Alien: That is gross and not at all related to our discussion. Human: You made me upset and I’m swinging wild man! ----------------------------- Alien: Why do you have that bird? Human: It’s a smart bird you dumb dumb. Alien: What makes you say that? Bird: *Squawk* Bird smart, bird smart; you dumb dumb! *Squawk* Human: See what I mean? Human: He’s a smart bird. -------------------------------

Alien: I see your canine also wears a collar. Alien: Does that mean it is kinky too? Human: What the fuck kind of question is that? Alien: I only ask because last night you told me to- Human: *Panic slaps alien to be quiet* --------------------------------- Human: I got a pet turtle. Alien: I see you have finally found something that chews their food even slower than you do. Human: Why do you do me dirty man? Alien: It took you ten minutes to finish chewing a single bite from a carrot. Alien: You know why. --------------------------------

Alien: You have an adorable canine companion. Human: Yeah, he’s the best. *Squeezes doggo’s face cheeks* Human: *In cute voice* If anything ever happened to you I’d start shooting; yes I would, yes I would. *Doggo walks off* Alien: You say the cutest jests sometimes. Human: Who said I was joking? Alien: You can’t tell me you’d- Human: *Places gun on table with loud thud* Alien : *Looks down in silence* Human: Did I stutter? -------------------------------------- Alien: What does this tiny rodent do for fun? Human: I put them in a tiny ball and they run around like it is mad max. Human: Watch. *Puts hamster in plastic ball and they begin running* Human: They become the roomba’s natural predator in that thing. ------------------------------------------ Alien: I see your reptilian is almost as big as you are. Human: Not quite, but he’s getting there. Alien: How can you tell? Human: At night he slithers into bed next to me to sleep. Alien: …………. Alien: You know that they only do that to- Human: -measure themselves to see if they are long enough to eat us; yes I know. Alien: If you know then why in florp’s name do you allow it?!?! Human: You haven’t seen his cute begging face. -------------------------------------------- Alien: Why do you have a spider as a pet? Human: I can see a lot of myself in them. Alien: They both are disturbing and don’t like to be touched? Human: No; more of that they like to dig a hole to be alone and only come out when food is close by.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #funny #animals #pets

[leavemeal0newithmym0ss]

let’s fucking get started with that 1st opening minus the lyrics bcuz that’s a whole other can of worms

Someone else (can’t remember who off the top off my head) pointed out how the flower represented saiki and I just. it not even being a dead flower??? The petals are just coming off??? MORE PETALS COMING OFF WHEN HIS FRIENDS ARE FIRST INTRODUCED???? I’m already crying man. They really were bringing his spirit down when they kept projecting on him and therefore weren’t really making an effort to know him bcuz they thought they had him all figured out huh. We haven’t even scratched the surface of what I wanna talk about and the screenshots make it extra long lmao.

Let’s talk about why they choose these two powers to show off. First off him just being able to easily destroy stuff is probably meant to show how fragile everyone and everything seems around him and how easily he could hurt someone (he would never, but his upbringing and self-deprecating thoughts says he could and that’s all that matters). Next, flying. It seems really cool but the fact that there’s literally no one else there makes the scene feel like incredibly lonely to me. Like minus the buildings and moon the sky is a whole lot of nothing.

Saiki’s friends making him feel trapped minus takahashi get the fuck out this isn’t about you. Hairo trying to make the rope tighter might be representing him making situations worse without meaning to; I wouldn’t be surprised if he thinks he’s loosening it. Toritsuka just sprawling on top of saiki with no regard for him. Nendou is probably representing a weight to saiki; he’s not really doing anything other than eating ramen but saiki likely feels guilty about just being a danger to the dude. I’m pretty sure in the beginning of the manga saiki stated multiple times that Nendou was a good guy. Kaidou drawing on his face and pointing at him is definitely about how Kaidou projects onto saiki and “creates” a personality for him. Teruhashi is interesting bcuz she’s not really doing anything to him unlike the others but she is also up in his face like she’s trying to get his attention and saiki, who in this big metaphor can’t move his body (probably bcuz he’s scared the slightest twitch will throw off their illusion that they created for him and he has abandonment issues they’ll leave now that I think about it), can’t really tell her to stop.

Ok who’s house is this and why is saiki using his x-ray vision? Why did they choose this house to start off x-ray? Is it teruhashi’s? Why does it feel like teruhashi’s and why is saiki using x-ray vision on it?

Him putting the flower that represents him back together with his powers we love to see it. This is probably at the end where he finally excepts his powers as a part of himself and stops tearing himself down bcuz of them (although that is going to take time, he’s starting to at least).

MORE FLOWERS GROWING IN THE FIELD THE MORE FRIENDS HE SURROUNDS HIMSELF BY AND THE MORE PEOPLE HE LETS GET CLOSE??? HIS EYES HAVING A SHINE IN THEM AT THE END WHEN IN THEY BEGINNING THEY WERE DEVOID OF LIFE??? WHAT IF I SOB

#the ending of the op always gets to me man #Holy shit this is long I’m so sorry #saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki no psi nan #saiki kusuo

[lillylvjy]

You’re the only (friend I need)

A/n/// JAMES FIC JAMES FIC JAMES FIC. Ok so yes ! This is all platonic! And I had fun writing this! I tried my best but also I have another coming tomorrow so! Stay tuned!

Warnings// swearing a lot, ylyl stream, James being James, James pushing reader, reader slapping James, pure chaos.

^^ look at smiley boy

James had asked you to come on his stream to do a classic “you laugh you lose” stream, and plus people missed your awesome presence and both of your guy’s banter. So of course you said yes.

As the stream began and James did his intro and yelled at the people in chat for calling him an old man, which you agreed with, videos started coming in. Knowing you, James tweeted out to send videos of people getting hurt or hurting themselves in the most stupidest way ever. Which you weren’t prepared for.

As the first couple videos came in, you barely even cracked a smile as you stared intensely at the screen.

“Will these get any good?!” You complained at James and the chat. All James did was smirk at you and leaned back in his chair as he watched the screen.

Immediately you regret saying that as a video of a kid falling face first onto the ground plays on the screen. You immediately go wide eyed and cover your mouth to stop from laughing as James just laughs at you.

“You regret that now you little fuck?!” James teases you as you glare at him and hit his shoulder.

“Yes I do and I feel bad because it was a fucking child!”

“Don’t, they deserved it.”

“James-“

As the stream went on, the harder it got to control the laughter bubbling up in your throat.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it in. These videos are actually so fucking good.” You tell chat as James just smirks. As you look at him with the most confused look ever, you turn to look at chat to see them spamming

‘JAMES TWITTER’

‘HE SAID TOO’

‘HIS FAULT!’

“Fuck you dude!” You slap his shoulder as you stand up and look down at him as he cowards in the corner.

“Wait! I can explain!” James pleads as he looks up at you with the most horrified look.

“Fine. But make it quick.” You sat back down as you glanced at chat, then back at James.

“There really isn’t an explanation, I just wanted to fuck with you.” James laughs as you narrow your eyes at him.

“You motherfucking bitch. Why am I friends with you?”

“Because you love me!” James said as he did his little… thing… as his voice pitched up a couple octaves.

“Not anymore. I just got full on second hand embarrassment and cried after that.” You looked at him with the most disgusted face ever. You looked over at the chat as you smiled at all the comments.

“Y/n. I feel like you forget that you are my best friend. You are automatically supposed to deal with the second hand embarrassment.” James laughed as you pursed your lips, not having an argument for that.

“I should have left you on that swing set alone that day at school.”

“Oh fuck you. I was cute.”

“No. No. You were just lonely.” You said as you tried not to laugh at James’s hurt expression.

“Guys cancel Y/n! I can’t handle this abuse for much longer!” James overdramatized as he gets on his knees and pleads.

As you laugh at james, you look over at chat and see them all defending you.

‘THEY HAVE A POINT’

‘YOU DO LOOK LONELY JAMES’

‘WAIT?? HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN EACH OTHER??’

“20 beautiful years that I’ve known this man.” You said as you pat James’s head.

“See. You wouldn’t have stayed this long if you didn’t love me.”

“Yeah yeah. I love ya’, blah blah blah-“

“Chat. Chat, clip that. Chat. They just said they loved me.” James whispers into his mic as you roll your eyes and hit him in the back of his head.

“And this is what makes me not love you.”

“What if I said I loved you too…. Would you just throw all of our history away? Would you throw my heart away?! I can’t believe you! You’re just giving up now?! I see how it is. Fine. I’m not getting you dinner after this.” James fake cried as he gave his “speech” to you.

“Why did that sound like you just broke up with me?! Chat. Me and James are strictly platonic. Mr has a girl! But also-“ you slap him in the head again. “You are getting me dinner for being so mean to me.”

“I’m mean-“

“Shush. We’ll discuss this after the stream.” You push your finger onto James’s lip to shut him up as he side eyes the camera, looking at it for some sort of ‘SOS’.

He pulls your hand from his mouth. “Fine. Fine.” James turns to look at you. “Hey. But truly I love you. In the most platonic way there is.”

“No shit Sherlock. And yeah. I love you too. In the most platonic way possible.” You said mimicking his words.

“Oh shut up-“ James said as he pushed you over, resulting in you falling out of your chair, for everyone to see.

“You motherfu-“

Stream disconnected.

taglist: @deadphantomsociety @jadeissues @aimi-chann @z0vamp @art3m1s-adelia @gaytoadwithapopsicle @sixofshadowandbone @maarriiii @romancingdaffodils @mcr-pr-fob @ezzylikesdabee @swevenne @bird-shack

#lilly writes #james marriott #james marriot x platonic!reader #why aren’t there more james tags??:(((

[iavenjqasdf]

👷‍♀️occupational hazards🐜

WorkerAnt, the world's app-first construction contracting platform, revolutionized the building-building industry. All you gotta do is just scroll through a couple of boring legal things on your phone and check some boxes and voila; you have everything you need to try and build a living with your own two hands! Who needs a fancy degree, or the hassle of going to a trade school? I certainly didn't!

They didn't even make me do a drug test, or ask why my name and sex didn't match what it still says on my license, so honestly it's like a win/win for everyone involved.

I did my paid training in like 20 minutes; I just needed to watch a few videos telling me where to go and what I’ll get fired for, plus one on how to use pronouns respectfully.

I already knew most of the stuff they were telling me, so I pretty much just got paid to relearn what the right things to call myself are for liability purposes. I usually do that for free!

Every day, all I gotta do is show up at the check-in location, get handed all my tools, and then I take my mandatory 30 minute lunch break in the app right as I wait in line for the elevator up to the job site, so I can focus on nothing but work for the next 12 hours. I don’t need to worry about food anyways, because they sometimes throw pizza parties for us, and there might be a few slices left when I come back down.

Most of the time work’s pretty boring; I'm just hammering some boards together or whatever. The whole building looks like it's basically already all built, so I'm not sure what all the things we're attaching and connecting to each other are supposed to do, and I don’t get paid enough to care.

But I can’t complain. It’s an honest job; I have tasks to accomplish and all the tools I need to accomplish them, as long as I don't fuck something up.

I'm very happy with this arrangement and it's all worked out really great for me so far.

It does get a bit lonely up there sometimes though.

There is my one coworker, Lana; I think she might also be trans, though it's kinda hard to tell under the hard hat goggles and respirator I always see her wearing. But she's always polite at me and doesn’t give me any trouble, and the bits of her voice I’ve heard that aren’t drowned over by power tools sound really nice.

Sometimes I think about it even when she's not around, which now that I think about it is kinda like stealing from the job site, and that’s a firable offense, so maybe I shouldn't be doing it.

She tends to work late like me, too. It takes us both longer than everyone else to finish all our tasks, but at least they pay us almost as much!

Tonight, it's New Year's Eve, and we're the only ones still up there; hammering stuff together, unable to look out at the empty city below, lit up and then abandoned for the season, because I'm being paid the minimum tipped wage to cut a 2x4 with a dinky little dollar store dremel, and we have to finish up before the sun sets, cause the cost of running the lights gets taken outta your pay.

BZZSCHLKK!

And now my finger hurts too.

I look down, staring at the little squiggly meat piece of guy lying on the workbench, and after a minute I realize that oh shit, that used to be part of my right pinky.

So might the scarlet mist that now covers most of the walls and floor. I’m gonna have to get THAT painted over before the end of my shift, too.

First things first, though.

"Um, hey Lana?"

The whirring echoing from the other side of the room powers down. Lana pulls her plastic goggles over the rim of her hard hat, both now spritzed ever-so-gently with my crimson phalangemarrow. She looks only mildly concerned as she swims upstream along the spatter pattern.

One of the stickers on her hat catches the sunlight, holographic prism reflections dazzling my vision before my pattern recognition software kicks in-

Y-yeah, I know what that logo is. I’m too afraid to ask her if she does, too though. They make s*x t*ys, after all, and I think those are by definition Not Safe For Work.

Without saying a word she grabs my wrist, yanking my hand up to her face to examine it. Even under the visor, her eyes are red; bloodshot, and they scare me a little, so I try speaking up.

"Um, Lana, I think I need to go to the, uh. Hospital, place,"

"Why?"

I stare at her, dumbfounded for a second, before a pulse of pain reminds me of the severance’s urgency.

"W-well, to get it, like, reattached, y'know?"

She looks at the little meat squiggum lying sadly on the bench, letting go of my hand.

"Not really anything left to reattach."

Her voice is muffled by the respirator, but her expression is one of almost boredom. I feel bad for offending her, even though I’m not sure how I did it.

I try flexing a bit. OUCH! Bad idea. I pinch hard just below the cut, to try to keep more things from coming out of me. "W-well, we have to at least try…"

She eyes her own workstation impatiently, dying orange skyfire burning in the reflections of her eyes. A little spurt of blood squirts out of my pinky stump.

"Look, if you keep wasting time worrying about stupid little things like that, you’re not gonna last long here.”

What the fuck is she talking about?! I’m very badly hurt, and I need to go get it checked out right away. Tears well up in my eyes as I keep staring at where my finger now ends, just above the second knuckle.

I'll never get to pinky promise silly things to my little sister again; I’d only have a reminder of this loss, something permanently removed I could never get back.

I inhale a sniffle. "P-please, we gotta go. I don't wanna go around rounding up the number of fingers I have for the rest of my life."

She rolls her eyes, reshielding them with her goggles. "Would a round number make you feel better?"

"What?"

My dremel's motor whines to life as she turns back to face me.

"For symmetry, y'know?"

Her tone concerns me.

She grabs my good hand, forcing it flat against the workbench. I try to pull free, but my knees are still a bit wobbly from the pain, and I don’t want to risk any sudden moves around the little spinning amputation death motor, so I can't try too hard.

“L-listen, I’m sorry for involving you. J-just let me go and I-I’ll just clock myself out, and get to the hospital on my own…” My hand grasps at her, trying to push her away, but all I succeed in doing is knocking her respirator loose, and I gasp as all the gouges and scars and other missing bits of her face come into focus at last.

I see her teeth click as her jaw clenches, bone trembling with the purest expression of rage. Her knuckles are white around the dremel.

"Long term, working here is gonna take a lot more of you than I’m gonna.”

BZZZZZZSZCHLRRKKRRRRRK--

“Oh, hold on, it got stuck.”

My vision doubles and quadruples, the room swimming around me as I try to keep myself from passing out. This is obviously a dream, and hey, I haven’t had one of these in a while, let’s just try to keep it going right hahahaha-

WHRRRGGZZCCHLLTLTTTTTT!

The spinny deathblade plants another gentle kiss against my fingerbone, tingling my entire skeleton with electromechanical sparks. I stare at a bead of sweat tracing down Lana's cheek as the blade grinds through at last with a spray of calcium white.

The whine fades as the disposable plastic motor inside the tool gets gummed up with mutilated chunks of gore. My mouth hangs open making a noise and I'm afraid it's probably kind of a pathetic one. The bottoms of my goggles are filling up with tears, but that means I’m doing a good job of keeping the crying contained inside, so there's a chance Lana might still think I'm cool.

“There you go. Eight plus two halves equals nine. Almost as many as before.”

“ohgodohgodohgodohgod-” I wish I had something more interesting to say.

“What? I thought you wanted a round number.”

“Ijustwantedmyhandstobenormalagain-”

She pauses for a moment, then wanders off into the neighboring room, leaving me standing there, trembling alone in the dark.

I think about trying to find my own way back to the elevator, but I’m afraid of tripping over a lead pipe or something on the ground and having to use my damaged limbs to break my fall and mangling them further, and I don’t wanna get my phone all bloody to use the flashlight either, so I stay put.

Fireworks burst off in the distance, prematurely celebrating the dawn of a big new thing. I try not to look down at my mutilated handflesh, instead insisting my gaze on the sunset bathing over the city.

It's a really nice view, and I don't know if I'll get to be up here to enjoy it ever again.

“Okay, here, I can fix everything.”

She's returned, and I can’t get away from her because I don’t want to say no, so I let her take my bleeding broken hands and lead me to the workbench again.

Behind her gore-spattered goggles, I can see her eyes are swimming with tears now too, like she doesn't know what the fuck she's doing either, but I don't even hate her for it, I don't think.

"Here, just hold onto me. I'll fix you."

She presses up close, close enough that I can feel a bit of her heat even through her jacket. She takes my unrecognizably mutilated hand in her own and strokes it softly.

The lead in my stomach sinks deeper when I see that she's holding a staple gun in her other.

I tighten my grip, spilling blood onto her palm.

THUNK.

THUNK.

THUNK.

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She sweeps the remains of my amputated digits off the ledge with her boot, sending little chunks of meat tumbling into the glimmering city grid. Thankfully, the night is cold enough now that I can't feel much of my hands at all.

Staple gun didn't work out too good.

She fiddles with something on the side of her hard hat, and a light comes on. It's kind of dim, but it's better than nothing.

We walk past piles of unsawed boards, boxes of nails and wrenches and other tool things. Neither of us say anything to each other. Even more fireworks are whistling and exploding above the city in the distance but I'm not getting paid to care.

She stands beside me in the dusk-filled elevator. We descend slow, neither of us averting our gaze from the doors sealed tight in front of us.

“Um, Lana?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think I'm coming in to work tomorrow.”

“You’re not,” she states plainly. “Any injury sustained on the clock is grounds for termination, remember?”

“Oh, right…”

We’re quiet for a while. I don’t like the silence, the emptiness, so I try to fill it as always. “Um, I’m sorry for getting you involved…”

“It’s fine,” she lets out a quivering little sigh and turns to face me at last. “I don’t think they were gonna keep me on much longer, either way. I waste a lot of staples…”

I pick at a little crooked piece of metal worming its way through the layers of fat and muscle that once made up our entwined fingers, wondering how much more might need to be amputated by the time we get to a hospital, then a laugh catches in my throat, when I remember we no longer have health insurance.

ao3

#📝 #guro #ero guro #original fiction #toxic yuri #worker ants

[goldensstateofgrace]

Migraines and Cuddles.

A/N: This is entirely self serving lol I wrote this while on day two of having a migraine and wanted this but i’m single and lonely lmao. 

Also I missed you guys so much! I’m really hoping some of you will send in some request so that I can get back into writing and be more active on here!! 

Summary: You wake up with a migraine and Harry takes care of you <3 

Warnings: STRAIGHT FLUFF 

Word Count: 1602 (Short fluffy fic) 

Happy reading babes, hope you enjoy!! - G<3

Masterlist | REQUESTS (always welcome) | Tell me your thoughts <33 |

It wasn’t unusual for you to get migraines, honestly, you got them quite often. More than a normal person would at least.

You’ve had them since you were little, around the age of 6 or seven. You’d come home from school with the worst headache that you’d fall asleep and your mom would have to wake you up for dinner otherwise you’d sleep right through it and into the next morning. 

They always took your energy, some days it hurt to open your eyes because the sun streaming into your room was too bright. Today was one of those days, lucky you have blackout blinds on your windows just for that reason. 

You had closed them the night before when you went to bed with a small headache after taking some ibuprofen hoping it would make it go away while you slept. 

But when you woke up this morning, you instantly felt the pain behind your right eye and knew that it was still there, only worse. 

Groaning, you slowly roll onto your back from your left side, eyes closed as your head throbs. You knew it was going to be a day spent in bed when you tried to lift your head to look at your alarm and it sent a wave of pain through your whole head. 

It was the worst when you couldn’t even lift your head an inch off your pillow without the urge to throw up. Because that happens, you always feel so nauseous and hot. You have the worst hot flashes when you have a migraine. You can never find a good medium, you’re either bundled up in blankets or you have the air on 60, the ceiling fan going and a portable fan that you have next to the bed that you use for the sound because you can’t sleep without it. 

The sheet lays haphazardly across your waist, your feet out from under it and your upper body covered but barley in your thinnest tank top. 

When you finally gain the courage you lift up and swing your feet over the edge of the bed, sitting there for a moment as nausea washes over you and your head pounds. ‘Fuck’ you groan, just sitting there hunched, your head dipped because it takes to much energy to hold up at the moment. 

Peaking an eye open, it takes a second for your vision to clear from the deep sleep you were in and to see the time that reads - 12:43pm - in bright red block numbers. 

Well that’s better than the time you slept until 3pm because you couldn’t even work up the courage to fully wake up. 

You faintly hear the front door open downstairs as you stand slowly and make your way to the ensuite bathroom in Harry and your room. You leave the light off seeing as you don’t have the blackout blinds in here, just regular folding blinds so it’s pretty bright. You squeeze your eyes shut before squinting them open just the slightest bit so you can see where you’re going and don’t trip. You quickly use the bathroom, not wanting to be up any longer than you need to  faintly hearing footsteps on the stairs heading your way. 

“Y/n, love are you awake?” You hear Harry’s voice, but not having the energy to answer. You quickly - or as quickly as you can - finish up in the bathroom before making your way back into the dark bedroom finding harry sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the tv and he must have turned on. 

He must have gone on his morning run, seeing as he’s dressed in a gray athletic tank top and black running shorts, his shoes discarded by his side of the bed. His blue hat sits backwards of his head, you watch as he looks your way when he hears your soft footsteps stop in the doorway of the bathroom. 

“Oh, love,” he says softly, already knowing by the sound of your footsteps that you’re not feeling well. “Migraine?” he asks, getting up and coming to stand in front of you. 

You start to nod, but stop wincing at the pain that flows through your head. 

“Go lay down love. I got you your favorite smoothie, it’s on your nightstand,” He says in a whisper, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. You lean forward and gently rest your head between his pecs and his collarbone. 

“Thank you,” you whisper into him, faintly smelling his body wash from last night's shower and his sweat. “I don’t know if i’ll be able to keep it down, but thank you, H.” 

“You’re welcome, darling,” He whispers. Harry leans his head down, puckering his lips to leave a kiss against the crown of your head as his hand comes up to gently grasp the back of your nape and massages ever so slightly. 

Groaning, you whisper so quietly he probably didn’t even hear you, “That feels nice.” 

“Go lay down, love. I’m gonna grab a quick shower then I'll come lay with you and we can cuddle.” He tells you. 

Pulling away, you give him a small smile, one that he returns before you slowly get back in bed and pull the sheet back over your bottom half, kicking it off your feet as you find the perfect position for your head that doesn’t hurt and make you feel too nauseous. 

Closing your eyes, you listen to the low murmur of the people on tv and the hiss of the shower turning on. 

You didn’t even realize, but you must have drifted off because you wake up to slight movement from the edge of the bed. Harry sits there in only a pair of black boxers, his hair damp and shaggy - like he towel dried it and shook his head afterwards. 

He smiles down at you softly when you peek your eyes open ever so slightly, “I’ve got you some medicine, darling.” He tells you, holding out his hand to show you the two little white pills. 

Ever so slowly, you get your arms beneath you and gently push yourself up into a sitting position, “Thank you, H.” You mutter, taking a moment before you take the medicine from his palm, going to reach for your strawberry smoothie but wince when your head throbs from turning it. 

Harry grabs it off the nightstand, holding the straw as he brings it to your lips and helps you take a small sip to make sure you can keep it down before you nod and he holds it back up and you take a bigger drink, popping the medicine in your mouth and swallowing. 

“Good job, darling,” Harry says with a smile. He sets the drink back on the nightstand before getting up and making his way around the bed and getting in, taking care to do it slowly so as to not jostle your body. 

You watch as he half lays down, his shoulders propped up on his pillows against the headboard before he holds out the arm closest to you, urging you to come lay with him. Which you do, gently setting your head on the part of his chest between his pec and shoulder. 

“I’m sorry you don’t feel good, love,” Harry murmurs, leaning down to plant a kiss against your head as his arm wraps around the back of your neck gently and his fingers graze over your forehead. 

You love it when he does this, it feels so good and it’s also a distraction. Your mom used to do it when you were a kid, putting you to sleep. It brings back good memories and makes you feel good. 

“Love you, H.” You tell him, wanting him to know just how much you love and appreciate him and how he takes care of you with such gentleness. 

“Not as much as I love you, darling.” He replies, his fingers gently making their way from your forehead into your hair and rubbing softly to try and ease the ache. 

You stay like that for hours, his fingers in your hair, falling in and out of sleep. The low murmur of the tv in the background. You wake up around 4pm, no longer using Harry as a pillow but actually sharing one with Harry. Face to face, you share the pillow, the sheet pulled up around both of you. Harry has his hand cupping your cheek softly, his thumb resting against your cheekbone like he fell asleep gently stroking your cheek and watching you sleep. 

You smile gently, watching his sleeping form. He looks so peaceful. His face is soft and swollen with sleep. 

You feel slightly better, the migraine is no longer right behind your eye but a dull ache at the base of your skull. 

Moving just slightly, you try and sit up trying not to wake Harry but fail when he jerks awake, his eyes blinking trying to clear his sleep-ridden vision, “what’s wrong?” He asks you in a deep voice filled with sleep. 

“Nothing, go back to sleep, H. Just getting up to use the bathroom,” You tell him softly. 

He looks up with sleepy swollen eyes, “feeling better, love?” 

“Yes,” you tell him. “Much better thanks to you.” 

Harry smiles sleepily, burrowing his face deeper into the pillow before murmuring, “just doing my job, darling.” 

Your heart smiles wide at that, a warm feeling moving through you. 

You got so lucky with him. You’d never take him for granted. 

You can confidently say, Harry Styles is the love of your life and you’ve never been more happy..

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We'll Do More than Just Get By Together- also on AO3

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After officially getting together, Yuta and Danny are having serious feelings about each other and glasses. And those feelings are leading them to…new discoveries.

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A Chanukah gift for my dear @sarahcakes613! Happy Chanukah, darling! Also my first time writing breeding kink, so. Here. Title from Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy. Sequel to Part Time Soulmate, Full Time Problem.

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Danny’s been silent, curled into Yuta’s side for hours. He doesn’t deal with loss the way Yuta does, doesn’t brush it off and move on. At least, when it’s against Bryan. Yuta wonders, briefly, if joining the BCC back when he was supposed to would have changed that. He hopes not.

“Baby,” he murmurs, “you’re going to fuck up your neck if you keep leaning like this. C’mon, move.”

Danny digs himself further into Yuta’s side, throwing long legs over his lap like he’s demanding the comfort.

“You’re taking this really hard,” Yuta sighs, wrapping his arms around Danny. “You still have two more matches in the tournament.”

Danny makes an indignant, pissed off noise, and Yuta stops just in case he’s about to say something. But no. Still furious silence. “Okay, then I’ll keep talking.” He resists the urge to roll his eyes. “Losing to Bryan Danielson isn’t a bad thing. Everybody loses to him. Even – even fucking Page went to a time limit draw, okay?” He plays with the collar of Danny’s tee shirt, soft and worn. “And then you almost went time limit with Claudio, which is fucking insane, since, well, Claudio.” He doesn’t know what to say when it comes to Andrade. He doesn’t know him like he knows Claudio and Bryan, doesn’t know just how brutal he can be behind closed doors in a workout.

Danny shifts a little, a tiny movement of his head, so one of his eyes is now peering up at Yuta. “Not gonna say anything about Andrade?”

“I don’t know him,” Yuta says. “All I can say is you’re way hotter than he is.”

Danny immediately breaks into a smile, turning so his head is even worse craned than it was before. “Yeah?”

“Okay,” Yuta sighs, rolling his eyes. “Now you’re just fishing for compliments.”

“Then swim away better,” Danny says. He relaxes back into place, covering Yuta like a blanket. “Next I have Eddie and Brody.”

“You do,” Yuta says. He intentionally doesn’t mention how Eddie yanked him aside during Collision to tell him not to be mad when he kills Danny.

Danny groans and rolls off the bed to face plant onto the carpet. “The problem is they’re hot,” Yuta thinks he says. He’d like to break Danny of the habit of speaking into non-speaker objects, but it doesn’t seem to be possible. “So I get distracted, because they’re all hot and, like, strong, and fucking incredible wrestlers.” He rolls over, starfishing on the ground. He looks at Yuta.

“What?” Yuta asks.

“I’m trying to figure out how to insult you, but I can’t figure it out.” He sighs. “Is this what love is?”

“No,” Yuta says, and he slides down to the floor to get Danny in a seatbelt in three seconds flat. Danny’s giggling but not fighting him for real, kicking his legs at Yuta’s face. “This is.”

~

Yuta makes it through Collision alone the next night. Danny had match research to do, whatever that means, so Yuta was stuck navigating everything on his own. Since March he’d gotten used to Danny being around him all the time, next to him when he showered, all over him in Lyfts back to the hotel. Now, as he walks across the highway and streets the short path back to the hotel, he almost feels lonely.

He’s pretty sure being in love is mildly annoying. But it’s worth it.

He unlocks the door of the hotel to see Danny curled up in their hotel bed with his glasses on. His heart stutters.

“Hey,” he says, letting his bag slide to the floor. “Wearing the glasses again?”

Danny looks up and wrinkles his nose, the glasses adjusting. Yuta’s brain fucks up a little. “And?”

“They’re cute,” Yuta says. He kicks off his shoes and walks to the bed. Without a word, he takes Danny’s iPad out of his hands and sets it to the side. “You’re cute.”

Danny grins up at him. “It’s the glasses, isn’t it.”

“Yeah,” Yuta says, scoffing. “You look all cute and –” He cuts himself off. “Well, you know how you look.”

Danny raises an eyebrow. “Cute and what?”

Yuta sighs, sliding his hands up Danny’s shirt until Danny shifts to let him take it off. “A little submissive,” he murmurs, kissing the side of Danny’s neck. “Like you’re all mine.”

“Submissive?” Danny asks. “I’m not submissive!”

“You are, a little,” Yuta says. He kisses down Danny’s collarbone, his chest, his tummy. He glances over and Danny lifts his hips. “See? I don’t even have to see anything and you let me do whatever I want to.” He licks up Danny’s cock when it pops out of his sweatpants. “You trust me,” he teases, sucking just the head of Danny’s cock into his mouth. Danny whimpers. “So you know whatever I do is gonna be good.”

“N-not submissive,” Danny stammers. He doesn’t thrust, exactly, more twitches. “Just – I know you’ll do what I like.”

Yuta grins. “I think it’s a little more than that, baby.” He digs his fingers in as he sinks down on Danny’s cock again, bobbing up and down, then he pulls back off, basking in Danny’s little whimpers.

“Please keep – okay, I’ll be submissive if you keep doing that,” Danny whines.

Yuta does as Danny asks for a few minutes, then pulls back for just a second. “Yeah,” he chuckles. “Like I said.”

~

They end up arguing about whose home to go back to after Collision and end up going to their own places for a few days, only to meet up Tuesday night in Garland, ravenous for each other.

“You’re wearing the fucking glasses again,” Danny gasps, shoving Yuta up against the wall once the door closes behind them. “That’s not fair.”

“You’re wearing them too!” Yuta says. He pulls at his clothes, at Danny’s, and then the two of them are all over each other in bed. “Fucking glasses, making you look all – fuck.”

He’s not gentle with it, not slow. They’ve been apart for only a few days but it’s too long for Yuta to pretend he can wait. Danny’s just as demanding as always, insisting on faster, harder, more immediate, and Yuta is all too willing to oblige.

“On your back,” Yuta insists. “Wanna see that pretty face of yours in those glasses.”

“I’m not pretty,” Danny argues, but he throws a leg over Yuta’s shoulders and spreads the other as Yuta lines himself up. “I’m rugged! Handsome!”

“You can be all of those things,” Yuta says. The two of them groan in tandem as Yuta pushes into him. “God, you feel good. How’s it only been a couple days and it feels this good?”

“What, like I’m not a good fuck two days in a row?” Danny digs his heel into Yuta’s shoulder, rolling his hips up. “That feels like slut shaming.”

“Don’t – shut up.”

Immediately Danny’s eyes widen, his mouth closed.

“You like that?” Yuta asks, grinning. He picks up speed. “Want me to tell you want to do?”

“I hate it, but yes,” Danny says. “I – yes.”

Yuta laughs, and even he can hear it’s a little mean. He grabs at Danny’s thigh. “You’ll do whatever I ask you to, won’t you,” Yuta says, fucking Danny deep. “Don’t even have to ask for it – you know I’ll do exactly what you want.”

Danny nods, eyes squeezed shut. “Yeah,” he says, “yeah, fuck.”

He turns his head and bites a kiss into Danny’s calf. “Get you all riled up like this and you’re so goddamned sweet for me.”

“Yeah, Daddy.”

Yuta pauses. “What?”

Danny’s eyes fly open in a panic. “Um.”

“Sorry, you think I’m old enough to be a Daddy?!” he asks, frowning down at Danny. He’s still hard, though. Both of them are. He takes note of it.

“I don’t know!” Danny says, cheeks flushed pink. “I just – the glasses.” He shrugs and rolls his hips a little, grinning when Yuta gasps. “They work on you, you know?” Yuta meets his hip roll with a thrust of his own. “Make you look all distinguished.”

“Oh, I get it,” Yuta says. “This is you agreeing that, when I wear my glasses, I look distinguished and all, in your words, Daddy, and when you wear them, you look all cute.” He licks his lips, and tries something. “All submissive and sweet like when you wanna be.”

Danny lets out the tiniest whimper. “I – yes,” he concedes, and Yuta rewards him with some long, easy strokes.

“Submissive and breedable,” Yuta says, grinning. Danny squawks in indignation. “See how easy it is to be real with yourself?” Yuta murmurs. “But do you really think I can pull off – do you really see me and go, ‘Oh, he’s Daddy’?”

Danny shrugs, bracing himself against the headboard. “It’s an energy, right?” Yuta nods with a shrug. “Why?” He rolls his hips to meet Yuta. “Who do you think of when you think Daddy?”

Yuta continues fucking Danny slow as he thinks. “I think Billy Gunn.”

Danny stares at him. “You immediately go for Billy Gunn when you think Daddy?!”

“Am I wrong?”

“No, I guess – no! But, like.” He rolls his eyes. “God, you’re predictable. Of course you think of a guy who could literally be your father.”

“I don’t think of guys that way. I don’t look for Daddies,” Yuta replies. He smirks down at Danny. “Clearly. Look at you.”

“Shut up.” Danny’s flamed red and hard as hell, and Yuta fucks him until the bitchy look in his eyes fades to bliss again.

“Tell me who else,” Yuta teases. “Who else do you think of when you think Daddy?”

“Mox, obviously,” Danny replies.

“Mox?!”

“You sound shocked,” Danny says. “Are you not into it or something?”

“No, I am. But not the way you are.” He licks his lips as Danny rolls up against him.

“So it’s that you wouldn’t call anybody else Daddy?”

Yuta sighs. “Danny. Again.” He slowly fucks Danny until Danny’s squirming, panting, whimpering. “I want you to think real hard about that.”

“Okay,” Danny gasps, “okay, yeah, you want – you – does that mean I can call you Daddy in bed now?”

Yuta thinks about it, fucking him more deeply, intentionally, quickly. “Yeah,” he says, grinning. “Only if you wear the glasses in bed a little more and I can call you baby whenever I want.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “You always call me baby.”

Yuta leans down and bites at Danny’s earlobe. “Exactly.”

Danny comes with a cry. “Fuck, Daddy,” he whimpers.

Apparently Yuta does like it – he comes so hard he sees stars.

~

Danny’s started to play dirty, Yuta’s figured out. He’ll walk down the hallway past him and lean into Yuta’s ear. He’ll whisper, “You look good, Daddy,” in front of everyone, then walk away with a bitchy little grin. Yuta can’t decide if he wants to kill him or fuck him in the middle of the ring about it.

It’s the Dynamite before World’s End when Yuta basically snaps. Danny’s teasing him, he knows Danny’s teasing him, but knowing what he’s doing doesn’t make it easier to handle. Every time they go back to the hotel and fuck like rabbits, he thinks it’ll get out of his system. Instead, it just builds. He’s pretty sure it’s making things harder.

Multiple things.

“If you don’t get yourself under control,” he says, grabbing Danny by the waist and yanking him close after the third time Danny backed his ass into Yuta’s crotch, “I’m gonna do something really stupid in front of the whole company.”

Danny laughs, loud enough that other people notice. “Yeah? Promise?”

“Oh my god,” Yuta says. “You’re impossible.”

Danny shrugs. “Not doing anything worse than what Matt does backstage.”

“Do you really want to be slightly better than Matt Jackson?” Yuta asks.

Danny opens his mouth, then closes it. “I’m not gonna say what I’m thinking.”

“You better not.”

Danny and Yuta turn around. Hangman’s sitting there, arms folded over his chest.

“We were just leaving,” Yuta says, and he grabs Danny’s hand and yanks him down the hallway. “This is what I mean, you dumbass. You’re gonna get us killed.”

“You’re the one who was insulting Matt Jackson at the Matt Jackson company,” Danny says.

“Okay, technically, it’s not an insult – just stop talking.” He shoves Danny down on the couch of the BCC locker room. “Stay there.”

“What if Bryan shows up?”

Yuta groans and rolls his eyes. “Tell him you’re acting like Mox back at the first Forbidden Door and he’ll understand.”

Danny blinks. “Do I want to know?”

“No,” Yuta says, the memory of Mox practically trying to climb Okada because Bryan wouldn’t confirm or deny if Claudio was coming burned in his mind. “No, you do not.”

~

“Get in the Lyft before I jump you in public,” Danny says once Yuta gets back from his match.

“Can’t I shower first?”

“Nope,” Danny says, scanning Yuta’s body. It’s hunger in his eyes, and Yuta feels consumed by it. “I like it when I can still see your ring work on you.”

“Wouldn’t the bruises be enough for that?” Okada hits hard, and Yuta kind of regrets being Bryan’s trio tag partner for the match. Mox got the worst of it, at least, but Mox likes getting his ass beat.

Danny licks his lips. “Yeah, no,” he says.

His hand is in Yuta’s lap during the drive as he continues a conversation about basketball with the Lyft driver. Yuta’s barely able to count the stores as he passes by, trying desperately not to lose it before they even get back to the hotel.

“Alright, thanks!” Yuta says, his voice higher pitched than usual as he vaults out of the car. He leaves it to Danny to take care of the tip and the pleasantries, because the situation in his pants is pretty obvious and dire right now. “C’mon, Danny.”

“Who’s being like Matt now?” Danny says, and he’s infuriatingly collected right now. He takes Yuta’s hand, the one he’d been using to cover his tented crotch. Yuta swings his bag in front of his dick.

“I’m either gonna fuck you or kill you within the next five minutes. It’s your choice which.”

By the time they’re up the elevator and in the hotel room, Yuta’s shoved Danny up against the wall and ripped his tee-shirt off to get at his collarbone.

“Holy fuck,” Danny whimpers. “Yeah, okay.”

“Shut the fuck up and get naked,” Yuta growls. “Fuckin’ tease. God, I can’t stand you sometimes.”

“The way you’ve got your hands all over me says otherwise,” Danny says, laughing.

Yuta grabs him around the waist with one arm and throws him on the bed. “I can’t believe how much I love you,” he grumbles, diving on top of Danny. He yanks down his sweats. “That’s the only reason I’m not, like, throttling you right now.”

“You could, if you want,” Danny says, and his smile is somehow both bitchy and adorable. “I’d be down.”

Yuta rolls his eyes and dives at Danny, sliding his tongue into his mouth and a hand into his hair. It’s finally long enough to tug, and Danny whines.

“There you go,” Yuta chuckles. “You’re so much easier when you stop talking.”

Danny rolls them, over. “Oh, wait,” he says, pausing mid-straddle. “I have to take my contacts out.” He grins, knowingly, and Yuta might be forced to kill him. “Don’t want my eyes drying out.”

“You’re the fucking worst,” Yuta groans, dropping back onto the bed.

“You should put your glasses on too, too,” Danny says. His gaze is searing when he adds, “Daddy.”

“Fucking Christ. Fine.” Yuta stands up and takes his contacts out with more aggression than necessary and shoves his glasses on his face. Danny’s taking his sweet ass time. “Hurry up!”

“Why?” Danny asks, meeting Yuta’s eyes in the mirror. “You want something?”

Yuta’s nice enough to wait until the glasses are on his face before he grabs Danny at the ass, hauls him into his arms, and manhandles him back to the bed. “You’re so goddamned lanky,” Yuta grumbles. “Where the fuck do I even put all this leg of yours?”

“You like me in the trunks, is what I’m hearing,” Danny says.

“Yes, obviously.” Yuta gets his hands all over Danny, stroking, touching, pressing. He can’t get enough of Danny, never can, but right now it’s worse than normal. He bites at Danny’s neck, marking him with tiny bruises that belong to him. He presses Danny’s hands to the side of the bed with a hand. He wishes he could press his fingerprints into Danny’s skin. It might be proof enough for Danny that he’s in this for good. When he opens Danny up, he makes Danny look him in the eyes.

“Just like that,” Yuta says. “You tell me what you want. All of it.”

“Fuck me,” Danny says, automatically. “In the glasses. Fuck me and make me remember it.” He squeezes his eyes shut as Yuta strokes inside him, determined to make it last, to make Danny beg for it. “I wanna feel it on the plane tomorrow, please.”

“Yeah?” Yuta asks. Danny whines when he twists his fingers, when he pumps them faster, when he adds more lube. “You won’t be able to stop thinking about it, baby. I’ll get you all over good.” He takes his free hand and presses it, oh so gently, to one of the bruises on Danny’s chest. One Yuta made, one that belongs to him. “Just touch this and know I’m on you.”

Danny exhales slowly, deeply. “Fucking hell, Yuta.”

“I think you’re ready,” Yuta says, twisting his fingers again. Danny twitches his lips up. “Are you?”

Danny nods frantically. “Yes. Please, Yuta, please.” His eyes go big and pleading. “Wheeler, Daddy, please.”

“Fucking – god, when you say it like that.” He pulls his fingers out and lines up his dick. “Yeah?”

“Give it to me,” Danny demands, eyes fire on Yuta. “Hard. Now.”

Yuta slides in without another warning, and Danny whines. “There you go.”

“C’mon,” Danny says, bucking his hips. “There – I want you – now.”

Yuta does as Danny asks, gives it to him hard enough that the bed starts hitting the wall.

“God, yes, Daddy,” Danny whines, tangling his fingers with Yuta’s. Yuta goes as hard as he can, intent on giving Danny exactly what he wants. He goes quiet, focused on Danny’s face, on the way purple bruises bloom, on the idea that Danny is his. His face goes wanting and pinched before too long, the telltale sign that Danny is about to come all over himself.

“You wanna come?” Yuta asks, keeping pace. “I know what that face means. You’re close.”

Danny nods frantically. “Please. Keep – just like that.”

“Yeah, you like that?” Yuta says, and he doesn’t even know what’s coming out of his mouth. He just keeps talking, desperate to get Danny wild and out of his mind even more. “You like it when Daddy gives it to you good?”

“Keep that up,” Danny pleads, voice hardly more than a whine. “Oh, my god.”

Yuta’s been worked up for so long he knows he’s sprinting toward the point of no return. He’s not willing to leave Danny hanging. “Yeah?” Yuta asks. “You want me to fill you up? Wanna get filled with Daddy’s come? Make sure it takes?”

“Holy fuck.” Danny’s eyes fly open and he grips at Yuta’s biceps, nails digging.

He isn’t keeping track of what he’s saying, focused only on how he wants Danny to look like this for him forever. “Gonna knock you up so you’re mine forever.”

Danny comes with a groan from so deep within himself Yuta didn’t know it existed. The look of it, the feel of Danny clenching down on his cock, is the end of it for Yuta. He shoves himself into Danny and loses all sense of himself beyond where he’s touching Danny. He doesn’t even have the energy to pull out. He just collapses on top of him.

They’re silent, breathing in tandem as the sweat and come dry on their skin. Yuta tries not to panic, the echo of his words ringing in his ears. But he remembers: Danny trusts him. And he trusts that Danny would tell him if something was wrong.

After god knows how much time, he feels fingers gently running through his hair.

“So,” Danny says. “That was new.”

Yuta chuckles into Danny’s skin. “Was.”

Danny pulls a little, enough to encourage Yuta to life his head. There’s the tiniest hint of a laugh in his tone when he asks, “You wanna knock me up?”

This time, Yuta’s the one turning pink. “I – okay, it just came out.”

“It was good!” Danny says. “Don’t get me wrong, that, uh.” He licks his lips, flicking his eyes to the side. “That felt good.”

“The words felt good?” Yuta rolls to the side, still keeping his fingertips tangled with Danny’s.

Danny turns his head. “You like – love – me so much you wanna keep me forever.” He reaches up and brushes a thumb along Yuta’s cheekbone. “You don’t see how that would…well, after everything with Bryan, with how we started…” He presses his lips together, searching Danny’s face. “It makes me feel like you’re really choosing me.”

Yuta licks his lips, eyes on Danny’s mouth. “It wasn’t weird?”

Danny shakes his head. “Not at all.” He grins. “But there is one problem with al of this.”

“Problem?”

Danny nods. “Unfortunately, you were right.”

“I was?”

Danny breaks into a grin. “Remember that time you teased me and said I looked submissive and breedable with my glasses on?”

Yuta laughs so hard Danny gets him in a headlock, but it’s worth it. It’s so worth it.

~

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GloPoWriMo 15.4: Lot's Wife

(prompt asked for a quotidian-formed poem, so I made a conversational prose poem that only occasionally waxes lyrical)

I salt the oyster mushrooms, so they taste richer and more succulent and occasionally I wonder, “is it her?”

Oh, I don’t think it’s entirely a punishment. Sure, salt can imply barrenness, but also, let me tell you, those mushrooms were TASTY. And hey, if salt loses its savor, what is it good for, and all that.

But nah, if it was her, she was pretty tasty.

You know, sometimes we all look back on things we shouldn’t, y’know? Sometimes we inadvertently see the face of God.

Like those patent leather Docs I could’ve used that money i used for electrolysis instead. I can shave- but I kinda can’t afford not to be stylish at concerts. The humiliation!

Or that time when I kinda sucked as a person, frankly. I have scrupulosity OCD, so yeah, I need to hold myself accountable, be better than I’ve been and all that.

But sometimes my brain goes “you’re still the literal antichrist, you should be crystallized instead of her, she should be seasoning an omelette with you.”

And a vengeful God sees my rot and condemns me to burn for millenia and I am chained alone, like a kid in a closed store forgotten by her parents who assured her that they’d let them out, but they never did.

And the kid’s utterly alone and everyone else has gone to their divinely-made homes, and suddenly the wall of TVs doesn’t look so friendly.

And she’s so SMALL and the appliances are so LARGE.

It would be fine if someone would even just break a chunk of salt off of me, but I’m a lone byword by a burnt city, the city of my own damn iniquity.

A city of cold steel grills, excess mocking me, dead Sears Sodom skeleton dessicated, nothing to throw my heart into, nothing, just an eternity of mall corpses.

Fuck, I don’t even know anymore y’all. Let’s have some more salted mushrooms. This whole allusion was a bust.

These things are really good fried. Just don’t think about the burning.

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Hi I was wondering if you have seen nope and if so if you had any thoughts because I like your analysis

I have seen it!!! Absolutely fantastic movie. I’m not a movie buff for anything so my ability to compare it to other horror/alien invasion movies is fairly limited, but I think it’s a refreshing take on the alien invasion genre because it’s not actually an alien invasion movie. Like for one thing the state is not present in that movie at all - there’s no military or police response to it the way we normally see when there’s some random weird shit appearing in the sky. It’s not a movie about the limits of state surveillance, because I think those movies tend to be about redirecting whatever horror people feel at mass surveillance by insisting it’s justified because there is always the possibility of imminent invasion by an alien (foreign) threat. In contrast, the largest slice of the broader public we see is a crowd at jupe’s ranch. The movie itself feels pretty lonely. It’s using the convention of an alien invasion story to say that this thing is not actually an alien, it’s a representation of the alienation that comes from societal obsessions with documenting everything. It’s a movie about the horror of spectacle, which is why the only approach to interacting with the alien is OJ’s insistence to look away from it. It’s also why the alien consumes people completely and spits out the shit it can’t fully process - “representations” of what those people used to be when they were alive, I think in a direct parallel to all the memorabilia Jupe has from the tv show he was on as a kid (I forgot the name of it atm) on display in a fairly gruesome way. He can’t process the event, so he represents it in bits and pieces as this horrifying spectacle instead. It’s also why he tells people to watch the SNL skit about it rather than just relate the events from his own perspective.

And like all the weird shit in that movie - the opening scene being a monkey attacking people on a television set, the inflatable car dealer tube things being used to spot “Jean Jacket”, the fact the alien is called Jean Jacket - even the fact that OJ is named OJ (who is properly introduced to us by some lady making a weird racist face about it, explicitly drawing our attention to that fact that his name calls to mind an extremely public and publicised criminal trial) - these things throw you off balance by just how fucking bizarre a lot of the movie is because it’s trying to represent how fucking bizarre social media spectacles often are. There’s a fatigue I think most of us have to how deeply alienating it feels to see people doing insane shit online for views, and rather than trying to emulate that by focusing on social media (which I think would date the movie, and imo most attempts to replicate, like, twitter in movies feels cringey and out of touch), the movie itself is just weird and absurd.

I also recommend this article if you’re looking for a more structured and coherent review lol. But I really like the movie, I’m just gonna watch whatever Jordan Peele puts out now

#asks #nope 2022

[starsstuddedsky]

Star’s 2023 Top K-Pop Songs 

*only one song per artist

**I forgot half the songs I listened to this year 

27. The Rizzness – Taemin 

This song had potential for top 5, were it not for that fuck ass title/the lyrics. The instrumental track is just too good, I loooooove it so much. 

26. In Bloom – ZEROBASE ONE

I think this says more about me thank anything else but i just love a pumpy song, it was fun, good track, what else is there to say 

25. Still You – Seungkwan 

This is me cheating and throwing in an OST but it is far too good and I don’t ever hear anyone talk about it. This song kept me together for half the summer. Go listen right now and tell me im wrong for adding it. 

24. UNFORGIVEN – LE SSERAFIM

This is partially because of the MV, i simply love cowboy concepts. Just iconic. dont come for me if their new releases are “better” bc this is my list and also i haven’t listened yet. I am behind. 

23. SHALALA – TAEYONG

ICONIC. MV, song, all of it SCREAMEDDDDD ty and i love him for that. I really admire artists that are truly dedicated to their craft and taeyong is just one of those dudes.  

22. Say You Love Me – Kai 

I couldn’t not put him. I can’t believe there’s a whole year left until he comes back. It’s genuinely insane. anyway rover deserves to be on here too but i wanted to be special (also ur lying if you think this isnt the best song on that album. the only alternative is sinner) 

21. Air Force One – ODD EYE CIRCLE 

Right when I started wanting to listen to LOONA, everything happened and, well, at least they’re safe. This song is such a bop idk 

20. Will I Ever See You Again? – Red Velvet 

I think this is mostly just my personal taste but it’s sooooo good, an easy listen but consistently good???? 

19. LEFT RIGHT – XG 

2000s concept SLAYED, idk it’s just such a good song? like i’m not picky in my music taste but this is very much my style 

18. Get Loose – THE7

yes i got it from tiktok but a good song is a good song and this is a good song. I actually just like fun songs 

17. LONE RANGER – MONSTA X 

Remember when i said i love cowboy concepts? yeah. I also was working on a horse farm when this came out so like. it just fit  

16. Fire Eyes – The BOYZ 

Remember what i said about fun songs? i don’t even know how i found it bc i dont listen to the boyz religiously but i LOVE this song 

15. Memories – RIIZE 

They’re actually iconic for having siren and memories as pre-releases and showcasing their dance/singing abilities. K-pop is very much about singing for me and boys can sing, so memories made the cut. Honestly all their songs have been on repeat for me though, i just love the final chorus of this song ugh 

14. PADO – NCT U 

This is another cheat but i couldn’t not put it on. like haechan????? xiaojun???? yeah.. you got me confused…… you got me soooo satisfied 

13. Cool With You – NewJeans

Ditto remains my top newjeans song but cool with you… like i said with left right, it’s just very my style and idk i really enjoyed it. The whole album was soooo good JUST TOO SHORT 

12. Bubble – STAYC 

SLAYC IS BACK LETS GOOOOOO!!!!!!! I LOVE bubblegum pop so this was right up my alley. It’s just so funny and i love the girlies so much im so mad i couldn’t see them on tour 

11. Space – NCT 127 

WE’RE IN THE TOP TEN NOW LETS GOOOOO!!! Every time this song comes on i ascend to a higher plane of existence like that one spongebob meme. Let it breathe. Let it chill. Yeah we doin’ too much too much. specifically jaehyun on that part……. Oouugghhhhhhhh (whatever instrument/fake instrument that’s doing that one part…. Idk how to describe but ooughhhhhh) 

10. BOUNCY (K-HOT CHILLI PEPPERS) – ATEEZ 

When i tell you this was on REPEAT while i was in japan… i was making it bouncy all through the streets. played it for my mom and she said “this is a weird song” 

9. Fighting – BSS

That one tweet that’s like BSS’s music is like “dont kill yourself were booseoksoon.” yeah. It’s half that and half their performance and incredible ability to always make me laugh 

8. Poison – NCT DREAM

my world STOPPED when that track video dropped like…… have i mentioned haechan bc wow. he saw the baekhyun poster outside the recording studio and swore he wouldn’t let him down and he did just that. i love me some good whore music and that is whore music baby 

7. Spicy – aespa 

Perfect balance between bubblegum pop and noise music. the girlies came to serve and they did just that. 

6. JUMP – P1Harmony 

Not to be that person but they are seriously soooooo underrated. Justice for my boys because this song is just so good. I NEED to see it in person 

5. Queencared – (G)-IDLE 

SO hard to choose between this and I DO (and allergy) but ugh. the bubblegum pop won in the end. I love this song so so much, had the time of my LIFE singing along to it. Yuqi come home <3 

4. Poppin’ Love – WayV 

Idc if you don’t think they’re kpop, they’re going on my list. This song just has it all

3. I Don’t Understand But I Luv U – SEVENTEEN 

Remember what i said about whore music? also i genuinely don’t know why anyone was surprised when they looked at the lyrics for the first time like just listen to the song and it’s obvious what they were singing about idk. thank you woozi, thank you jun, thank you hoshi, thank you minghao, and thank you dino. if i dont see this song in concert……… lord knows what will happen to me 

2. Let Me In – EXO 

this was my number one song of the year i think. It came out right before i went to japan so all those positive memories are associated with this song, but also like.. she’s just that bitch. My first release with DO, Chen, and Baekhyun on one track together and let me tell you.. This song is just too good. Vocals will always win me over and the entire bridge-last chorus (actually the whole song).. just so good. 

1. Can We Go Back – NCT DJJ 

Whore music. Vocals. What else do you need???? When i tell you this song has brought me out of a Mood several times,,, idk what it is i just love this song so much. i put it on to write this and like. there’s just nothing bad about this song, its too good. the instrumental, the vocals, they knew EXACTLY what they were doing. PLEASEEEEE keep letting jaehyun sing it’s such a crime to hide his voice 

Runner Ups: 

I DO – (G)-IDLE, Allergy – (G)-IDLE, Super – SEVENTEEN, Perfume – NCT DJJ, SHOOTING STAR – XG, Sinner – Kai, Rover – Kai, Ay-Yo – NCT 127, Lip Gloss – THE BOYZ, God of Music – SEVENTEEN, RODEO – WayV, Get a Guitar – RIIZE, Talk Saxy – RIIZE, Welcome to MY World – aespa, Drama – aespa, Guilty – TAEMIN, She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not – TAEMIN, NewJeans 2nd EP ‘Get Up’ 

“What about _” i probably forgot to add it, i wont lie 

inspired by threads ive seen on twitter. if you see this and want to do it PLEASE do!!!! and tag me in it!! i love reading these :)

#star talks 💫 #🎧 now playing... ☆ #this was so fun to make #i’ve been wanting to do this for like two weeks now

[sorrowful-sparrow]

Here’s some thoughts I’ve had about our sweet boy Ed-weird-o. This has no organization, is straight off the dome mostly but he’s just so asdfgjk;/&-/)/@ ✨✨

The reason his kindness shines through his tough/metal head exterior is because he knows how lonely he’s felt as a kid and doesn’t want to let the endearingly named sheepies ever succumb to what society and the “American dream” thinks they should enjoy

Even if Henderson (his favourite even though he’d never admit it out loud in such words) annoys the piss out of him with the fact that he NEVER SHUTS UP OR IS WRONG. It would hurt Eddie so bad if he had the same moment Steve did when Steve pumped him up before the snowball

Like Eddie would wanna throw DOWN

“FUCK THAT HENDERSON. Who gives A SHIT if they think you’re weird or a nerd. They’re just pissed they don’t have a single iota of your intelligence or creativity”

“FUCK MAN.” Fusses with his hair and tries to catch his breath and just makes himself more annoyed “who the hell do they think they are?!”

Finally de-escalates after Dustin keeps trying to calm him down with a super shocked face “dude… am I your favourite?” Cheeky grin

“Shut the hell up Henderson! It just makes me so—”

“Does this mean I can help with the Next campaign?”

Eddie scoffs, slightly offended “does my mastery of the dungeon not meet your expectations?”

“NO! Of course not! I just think if we collaborated we could really show them- ”

Then they argue/collaborate about the next campaign Eddie swinging from excitedly needing to take notes but not having paper or wanting this wave length of PURE GOLD to stop for him to find some

Later when he’s at home at the trailer (IF HE DOESNT GET DISTRACTED 🤦‍♀️) he’s furiously trying to remember everything and write quick notes so he can elaborately trick Dustin into falling into a trap

Plot twist: Dustin probably doesn’t. That kid is too friggin’ smart

Okay that was a lot of one scenario of Eddie and Dustin but I just love them guys. The brotherly vibe they give off is just 🥹🥹🥹

Eddie with a girlfriend would INSIST he isn’t whipped or a “simp” at first

But he totally is.. cmon.

If that guy got a single sliver of undivided attention from a pretty babe he’d fucking run with it.

He’d probably be such an annoying dick 😂

“I’ll have you know my sweet Dungeon Mistress, (Y/N), thinks the next campaign is BRILLIANT and MY BEST WORK, don’t you babe? Tell them.”

“I just complimented your hard work Eds.. please”

“BAAABE!” He clutches at his heart, offended, wounded, defeated “… it’s dungeon master… please…” pouty pleading cow eyes

She sighs, “it’s his best work, prepare yourselves for—“

Eddie leaps to covers your mouth before you can give them a single clue “BABE! SPOILERS!”

The younger boys are just like, “wtf Eddie..”

Also I have this really stupid one where he’s so drunk off beers, and you, and the summer heat

You guys are just chillin at the trailer, he’s laying, rambling and just so infatuated with the fact that you put up with his shit (AND DRUNK, guys.. seriously this is important)

Wayne left the radio on before going to work his night shift and Forever and Ever, amen comes on

And he just stops

Shoots out of your lap

“UGH. What the fuck is this shit?!”

You say, “I kinda like it..” sheepishly preparing for a rant about how THIS is not music, ITS SHIT made to make nuclear rural families feel like they’ve done the right thing by selling out and living that stupid fucking apple pie life the MAN tries to shove down everyone’s throat

And Eddie just stares at you, and without missing a beat BELTS OUT THIS SONG TO YOU.

With dramatic flair, and heavy eye contact.

And then you guys just laugh wildly and cuddle

And you threaten to tell everyone about it

And he tackles you and pins you down, “not if I keep you here forever”

There’s a pause.

You say, sarcastically cautious, “forever and ever?”

“Amen”

Kay I’m done. I just. This boy. I can’t 🥲🥲 he’s such a lil dweeb and I love him

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson brainrot

[dragonflylady77]

Ficlet: Steve can't take it anymore

Chapter 2: I can't let you leave like this

This chapter is for @/Nam_suki420111 on Twitter who provided some very important lines at the end. <3

Ch1 Ch3 You can also find this fic on Ao3

“Where are you going?” Steve asks when he sees Billy head off towards his car.

They had smashed the monsters and saved the world then all ended up at the diner for a post-victory feast, happy to be alive.

Everyone seemed to tolerate—if not begrudgingly accept—that Billy was part of the group now, filling him in about the Upside Down and the events of the previous year, though no one mentioned what had prompted him to join the group. There were looks which Steve did his best to ignore.

Hopper took Max home, after she had a stressful-looking hushed conversation with Billy in a corner of the diner. Steve is curious but doesn't want to pry.

They’re the only two people left in the carpark now.

“Billy?” Steve calls again and this time, Billy stops.

He doesn’t turn around though so Steve covers the distance separating them, noticing the tension in the other teen’s shoulders.

The tremor is so small he’d have missed it if he hadn’t been staring at Billy’s back. He wants to put a hand on Billy’s shoulder but refrains. Despite the kiss earlier and what Billy said after, he’s not sure how well received the gesture would be.

“I’m tired, Harrington. What do you want?” Billy’s head drops and when Steve comes around him, he’s rubbing his face with both hands. It does something inside Steve’s chest.

“You’re not going home, that much is clear, or you’d have taken Max yourself. So where are you gonna go?”

Billy shrugs, his eyes focusing on a point behind Steve. “What’s it to you? I’ll just park somewhere and sleep in my car. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Steve reaches out and puts a hand on Billy’s arm. “That’s not safe. There might still be some Demodogs around.”

Billy snorts. “Safer than my house, princess.”

Steve lets his arm drop and frowns, his exhausted brain trying to piece together little bits of information to form a rather unsavoury picture. “Come to my house then.”

“I doubt your parents would be happy with the likes of me hanging out with the likes of you.”

“Fuck my parents. They’re never home anyway. I haven’t seen them since the summer, they hate the cold.” Steve swallows his bitterness. He’s become used to it but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

“No parents? Shit, that must be nice.”

“It gets lonely,” Steve tells him truthfully, feeling his cheeks heating up because of the pointed look Billy throws his way.

“Yeah, that’s really not my problem. See ya.” Billy steps around Steve and continues towards his car.

Steve chases after him, his hand slamming the door of the Camaro shut when Billy tries to open it. “No. Billy, I can’t let you leave like this.” He manages not to blink when Billy stares him down, and he’s grateful to the car behind him for holding him up. He’s so fucking tired.

“Let me leave? Who the fuck do you think you are, pretty boy?” Billy grits out.

Steve winces at the anger in Billy’s voice and he gets flustered, trying to find a way to defuse the situation, grasping at straws. He spots Billy’s hands tighten into fists and braces himself, but Billy’s hands don’t leave his sides. Steve takes courage from that.

“Someone who cares if you get eaten!”

Billy laughs and Steve bristles, his confidence taking a hit. He doesn’t move from his spot between Billy and the car though.

“I’m sorry, you care? About me? Right. Whatever. You know what? It’s late, I’m beat after all this monster hunting and world saving and warding off the evil glares of your gaggle of teenagers. So how about I promise to park somewhere safe and to lock all the doors? Will that get you off my back?”

“Billy…”

“Steve.”

“Can’t you just… follow me to my house?” Steve isn’t sure why it’s suddenly so important that Billy come home with him.

“Why would I do that?”

“It’ll be warmer than your car. And I have alcohol.”

“Go on.”

Steve takes a breath and his next words rush out. “And I really think we should talk about what happened earlier. You-you kissed me.”

“You kissed me first, princess!”

Steve sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Yeah.” His face gets softer. “Yeah, I did.”

“Gotta say, Harrington, as far as distracting tactics go, you might want to be careful who you use it with though. Other people might not be as understanding and punch you anyway.”

Steve scoffs, then shakes his head, muttering under his breath. “Wasn’t trying to distract you.”

“Okay, Steve, I’ll bite, what were you trying to do?”

“Could we… could we not have that conversation in the middle of a carpark?”

Billy stares at him for so long Steve starts to worry he’d fallen asleep standing up with his eyes open. Finally, Billy blinks slowly, his eyes narrowing on Steve, like he’d made up his mind about something and he offers Steve a brief nod.

“Fine. Lead the way.”

#dfl writes #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove fanfiction #why fight a guy when you can kiss him instead