#24/7 drive thru

[cyberwh0repuppy]

sex is so cool

[bibleofficial]

literally just. was walking to leave my complex & a happened to just … run into a drug trafficker ? 😭😭😭😭

[shilohta]

Maybe I need to get a gym membership

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

Tommy possessed his very much straight and recent divorcee neighbor, Alan, with the intention to mess around with his closeted, self-hating homophobe of a stepfather. Tommy clearly have no idea that his father has also been possessed by another person who received the same cryptic text message filled with weird incantation that enabled its readers to swap body with whoever they desired. So, in control of Alan Carroll body is the 23 years old lanky fast-food drive-thru cashier named Kent that Alan wronged in his drunken stupor earlier this morning around 3 AM, and as soon as he gain control over Alan's body, he sped up the car while Alan caused the worker's body slumped to the floor as soon as his soul landed inside that pasty lean-ness.

So, 9 AM, on a bright Saturday morning, the two mature daddy found themselves lustfully fulfilling each other's desire. Tommy is pretty much surprised that his stepfather, despite slightly drunk, took the offer to get fucked right away by his own neighbor that he knew to be as straight as an arrow as if he's an out-and-proud gay man with nothing to hide and a hole ready to fill 24/7. Kent in the other hand couldn't believe his luck that turns out, the hot, long-haired daddy next door that existed in the flashes of Alan's memory available to him turns out to be gay, or at least open for trial. Kent almost called his friend to came over and explained all the crazies that happened, but with the way this neighbor of his destroyed the shit out of his hole with that girthy 8 inches of cheesy uncut monstrosity, maybe it's enough to fool around with him only for the day.

[scuderlia]

oscar and lando have the dynamic of fast food employee working the 24/7 drive-thru and guy who can’t decide what the fuck he wants to order. and then has his card decline at the window. while there’s a line of cars behind him.

[binniesbooks]

hi my fayebae~ since u said u loved the car clip of soobin, here’s one for u to write ur heart away!! (U can of course choose whether u wanna do it or not no pressure!! Im just sending since its at the top of my mind rn, ahh n im sorry for so many request i usually dont send anyt in but🥹i didnt think it would be this fun to see my request coming to life uk but i digress)

idk whether u would like this but:

bf!soobin x gf!brat!reader

they got into an argument and stuff but soobin who still loves his gf comes n picks her up after (cheerleading?prac of some sorts)

Otw home… reader gives the cold shoulder to soob, not talking thru out the entire journey? So soob decides to take a detour n drives to somewhere that doesnt have many ppl looking in the night.

They start talking n tried to resolve whatever their fighting abt, one thing led to another, well reader is giving him a bj!!(the rest of the smut is up to u!!)

inspired by that soob clip of course~ have fun love💗

REVVED UP EMOTIONS

SB 000 .F23 2024

wc 3.7k

pairings bf!Soobin x bratgf!reader

warnings oral sex, semi-public, unprotected sex, slight brat taming, being almost caught, pet names (+ anything that I missed)

faye's note this clip was on my mind 24/7. And after receiving it I got excited making this one out but I'm not sure if it turned out good because my mind was kinda occupied with thesis shit. Omfg. Anyways, I hope it isn't dry tho 😔

Conflict is an inevitable part of any relationship, be it familial, platonic, or romantic. Arguments can arise from misunderstandings, unmet expectations, or simply the simple things from daily life. Recently, you found yourself in a heated disagreement with Soobin, your boyfriend.

The sun hung low one afternoon, casting golden lights through the window. You were sprawled on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Soobin on the other hand, who had just come home from a busy day at university, was busy, again, in the kitchen, occasional noises of clicks and clangs of utensils on pots and pans plus the opening and closing of the faucet can be heard.

You overheard him murmur "Yeah, dinner for two," as he clicked his tongue. You felt a strange pang of irritation swell within you. It wasn't about him or the meal he was preparing, it was you. You actually promised him you would help out, maybe even cook together, but here you were, scrolling on your phone.

You stood up as you trudged to the kitchen, arms crossed as you leaned on the sink. "You didn't have to do all this," you stood feigning nonchalance as you bit your cheek to not show the guilt you were feeling. "You could have asked me for help."

"Oh?" He looked at you with disappointment, "I thought you were busy checking social media," his blunt reply and harsh tone made your ears hot out of irritation. "I didn't want to interrupt your 'important' scrolling."

The sarcasm was too emphasized and it stung more than you expected. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you met with his gaze. "Nothing! I just thought maybe you'd care enough to have some initiative or something. We both agreed to share the chores. I was tired the whole day only to come back home without even eating a single thing." His voice raised with frustration as he threw down the spatula.

"I was going to help!" Your voice was quite high as you tried to cover how you abandoned your promise. "Oh yeah? I was out all day to finish my projects. And there you were scrolling through your phone." He said as he crumpled the apron he was wearing and threw it also on the table.

"You know what, Soobin? Maybe I don't always want to help! Maybe I want a day off too!" You felt the tension suffocating the air around you. Your heart raced but you're too afraid you're wrong.

"That's fucking selfish!" His voice rose, echoing in the confines of the kitchen. "You can't just say you want a break when we agreed to support each other!" He even added. "Fine! I guess we don't need any support then!" You turned on your heel as if fleeing away would help erase the hurtful things that had been said.

"Hey, y/n! Where are you going!" He called but you did not even take a glance. He called you multiple times but his voice just faded out as you were stomping your way to the bedroom.

That night, you didn't come out for dinner. Your mind was in a whirlwind of regret and stubborn pride. Soobin had a point, you were just lazing around that time, however, you don't want to accept that it was your fault. That same night, he didn't come into the room. Your shared bed feels so empty, but you can't just bring yourself to ask for an apology.

Later that morning, you tiptoed your way out. Still too early that your boyfriend was still sleeping, uncomfortably by the way, on the couch. You just grabbed bread and water and went out.

You two always ride his car to go to school. But this time you were determined not to ask for a simple apology and went out by yourself instead. And yes, you were planning to walk to school for your practice. However, some guy passed by and let you ride their car. Since you know the one who offered you a ride, you accepted the offer. It was Kai anyway, aside from being in Soobin's circle of friends, he was part of your cheerleading team.

"Why are you walking so early in the morning? Where's Soobin?" He asked out of curiosity.

"I don't know, maybe somewhere." You answered as you rolled your eyes, still being stubborn. "Are you two fighting?" Kai chuckled as he watched your actions while the traffic light was still red.

"We broke up." You nonchalantly remarked. Well, that was supposed to be a joke, and you never thought that Kai would actually believe those words.

"Woah shit! You what?" He was really startled at what you said as he covered his mouth while keeping the other on the wheel. You just laughed at him as you took the last bite of the bread.

Your whole Saturday went on like the usual cheerleading practice days. But since your mind is still in a whirlwind of pride, you couldn't focus. Causing you to crash multiple times while practicing. You were even scolded by your coach and instructors telling you that you looked like your mind flying or some sort. You just rolled your eyes at them whenever they turn their backs to you.

For that reason, you got hurt, earning yourself a few scratches here and there. You didn't even bother at all. Kai on the other hand, took the chance to treat your scratches. You're still not aware that he actually took your words this morning to heart and mind.

"It's just a scratch, Kai. No need to create a big fuss." You chuckled as he handed you a few bandages.

"Still, scratches can cause infection." He defended himself.

"Fine fine, you win." You sighed in defeat.

You two shared each other's company during lunch that day. You could even tell that many eyes are watching you -- no, most probably judging you at this point. Nonetheless, you just shrugged it off and enjoyed Kai's company instead. Not knowing that this could fuel some bigger fire. Fire that Kai holds, and fire that your boyfriend holds.

Since Soobin was not on the campus that day, he just stayed at home. He can't even contact you since you purposely left your phone. He was just cleaning all day. Just decluttering everything at home. He knows you're practicing today anyway. The only difference is that he usually accompanies you to school and waits for you until practice is done and brings you home, but now, he's just at home busying himself with the chores. He just planned to fetch you later this afternoon and treat you to some restaurant to make it up to you since he feels sorry about raising his voice at you.

"Let's wrap up here today." Your coach shouts as he reminds the assigned cleaners to clean the gymnasium before going home.

"Ugh! Cleaning this whole gymnasium sucks!" You complained, picking up the materials your team has used.

"Anyway, why are you still here? You're not on the list to clean today, right?" You were pertaining to the young boy tailing you. He smiled as he scratched the back of his head, "I want to offer you a ride home." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Don't you have like, any other things to do?" You asked, counting the pompoms before storing them in the box.

"Don't have any." Kai shook his hand as he took the box from your hand and headed to the facility room.

As soon as you and the other were done cleaning, you immediately headed out, Kai insisted on carrying your cheerleading bag. Once again, eyes were gawking at the two of you. You can hear a few of them mumbling but you still ignored it.

Kai opened his car door to let you in. But before you could even step foot inside, someone spoke which made you stop in your tracks. "Where are you headed to?" You turn around to see Soobin as he brings his window down.

"O-oh Soobin hyung." Soobin nods at the younger boy to notice his existence, his elbow hanging at the open window.

You quickly retreat as you grab your bag from Kai. "I-i thought..." Kai stammered as he looked at you. "I was just messing with you Kai, it's not real." You sighed. "What did she say?" Soobin interrupted as he turned to you. You're just a millisecond late to cover Kai's mouth as the words slip out. "She said that you two broke up." Soobin snapped his head towards the younger, a smirk forming on his lips. "Did she?" Kai just nods, still clueless. "Get in," Soobin commanded over you. "I'll take her home, be safe, Kai," Soobin says as he closes the window, whistling.

The whole drive is deafening in silence. You can't hear anything except the faint music playing on the car radio.

"Wow, did we actually break up?" Soobin states with unbelief as he taps his fingers on the wheels.

You were still saying nothing. "Y/n, seriously, are you still mad at me? You didn't even eat last night." He sighed as he continuously threw you glances. Both of your hands were properly curled up in a ball above your thighs clutching your short skirt as you stared outside the window. Looking at whatever unpleasant view outside that seems interesting to you.

The once bright clouds turned darker. "Is it gonna rain? I thought I checked the weather news before I went out." Soobin whispers, changing the stations to listen to the news.

The raindrops started to fall on the car window, drizzling softly as it made the glass cold. "Grab my jacket in the backseat." Soobin talks to you again, but you're not even giving him a single glance.

Soobin messages his temple, "I wanted to take you to a restaurant tonight to make it up to you, but it looks like it's pouring really hard. I'm sorry y/n, just please talk to me." He's totally losing his patience at this point as if he's gonna burst again but tried his very best not to go over the top. He regretted raising his voice yesterday so much.

The once-familiar view of the road becomes foreign to your eyes. You turned to Soobin, looking at his unusual demeanor. If he'd been talking so much earlier, his lips were totally shut now. You wanted to speak and ask him where he was bringing you or what was wrong but you stopped yourself. Whatever will be, will be, you thought to yourself.

The rain started pouring harder, and the once busy road you were on looked empty now. Thunder clasps from far away making a rumbling sound. You try to rub your shoulder to create friction to keep your body warm. You're starting to feel cold and Soobin hasn't thrown you a glance nor commented anything at you.

He suddenly pulled up on the roadside, and the light from the lamp post dimly flickered inside the car.

"Not gonna lie, I felt like a dumb ass talking to a wall earlier." His eyes met yours for a while before you averted your gaze. He grabs his jacket and hands it to you, "Wear this, you must be cold. I just realized, your skirt is too short, and your tank top is too thin, at that." He eyes you up and down as you wear his jacket.

"This is fucking crazy." He mumbled as he pulled his hair.

"Y/n, baby, look, I'm really sorry for raising my voice at you, hm? I was just really tired last night." He gently placed his hand above yours on your thighs.

Your eyes were following a few cars passing by as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. You felt Soobin hold your face gently. "Baby, please look at me. I'm not used to this. You know me." Soobin's eyes were practically begging. He couldn't stand you giving him the cold shoulder.

The truth is you were just afraid. You're afraid to admit you had acted selfishly. Afraid of facing him after a petty argument over something so trivial.

"I just want you to talk to me," he caresses your cheeks, words so gentle and comforting, "I can't fix this if you won't talk to me."

Soobin pulls you in for a hug, warming up your heart. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, surrendering to him and putting down your stubborn pride. You mumbled a soft sorry as he gently rubbed your back. You let your arms move freely, as you return the hug to Soobin.

"Please don't do this again to me." He kissed your forehead. "I'm sorry for raising my voice, baby. I'm sorry for making you feel upset at me." Soobin's probably the sweetest guy you could ever ask for. He can make you feel loved and appreciated, but of course, you're just stubborn and bratty at times, which makes him wanna lose his temper.

Soobin pulls away, showering your face with a hundreds of kisses. You can't help but giggle at his actions."I didn't mean to shut you out." You mumbled with a pout. "You don't look sincere." Soobin commented which made you pout more. He chuckled as he pulled you in for a kiss.

The kiss felt soft and gentle. That's why you had no idea, why he was shoving his tongue inside your mouth. He bit your lip with a little harshness making you push him away. "Oww! What was that!" You complained. Soobin simply smirked at you. "I'm asking for an apology and forgiving you for one, but not the other issue." His smirk turns to a frown. "Soobin I can explain that..." Your heart began to race, thumping so hard you could feel it in your throat.

"Why don't we use that pretty little mouth of yours on something else good, yeah? Instead of giving people an opening to pounce on you." His eyes scream anger and lust at the same time.

"What do you mean?" You asked clueless. "What do I mean? You really want to hear the exact words?" Soobin taunted. "I don't get what you are saying." You shook your head. "I'm telling you that you just made an opening to let Kai pounce on you. Are you that dense, that you don't even know he likes you?" You were shocked at what Soobin just revealed to you. You opened your mouth to answer only for him to cut you off.

"Or don't tell me you wanted it all along?" He scoffs. "Soobin don't talk like that --" "Don't talk like what, doll? Aren't you the one who told him we're over?"

That's it, those words pushed you over the edge, switching your bratty side once more. "Okay, so what? What if I wanted it all along?" Your voice raised once more. "Kai is a good guy, plus he knows how to take care of someone he likes." You pushed Soobin's chest away from you. Soobin scoffed again, brushing his tongue inside his cheek.

"And I can tell --"

"Backseat. Or else --"

"Or else what? Huh? Are you gonna order me around again? Raise your voice over me again?" You taunt.

"I said backseat, you brat." He fixed his gaze on you and held your wrist.

His words are firm and strong which makes the hair on your neck stand up. He unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted the gear to park, leaving the car idle and the headlights on. You have no choice. You crawled your way to the backseat. you squeezed yourself to fit and pass by the center console. Soobin followed quickly, making his way through the front and back doors. As soon as he settled in the backseat, he ruffled his hair to whisk away some water from the rain.

Your eyes waver as you avert your gaze from him. His hand squeezed both your cheeks, "My patience is running low from your actions, doll. You're making it worse."

Soobin pulled you on his lap. You were almost covering him with how big his jacket you were wearing. His surname is written in big fonts.

He hiked up your skirt only to find out you had nothing underneath other than thin panties. Soobin scoffs, "Don't tell me you were gonna ride Kai's car with just this?" You bit your lip as you placed your hands on his shoulder when he started to rub you with your panties still on.

Soobin clearly knows how to make your knees weak. With just a simple touch and you're back to square one from being a brat. He pulled your panties off slowly without breaking the eye contact. His brows are still furrowed and you can still feel his anger.

"Let's see if you'd still want to ride his car after getting out of mine." He clicked his tongue and licked his finger, pushing two at the same time. Your mouth hung open as you squirm. "S-soob..." You can't talk straight, no, you don't wanna talk actually, but he has his ways to make you open your mouth. "How is it? Still wanna ride his car?" A sly smirk tugging on his lips. In which you replied with just a shake of your head.

"I'm close..." You whispered, biting your lips, watching how his fingers disappears and appears in your cunt. You shudder with the sensation, your high coming to you. But Soobin pulled his fingers out. You whined, hiding your face on his neck as you grind yourself above him.

Soobin's too focused on making you say the word sorry for the said issue. He did not even expect you'll act bratty once again after just apologizing for what happened yesterday.

He gripped your waist. "Stop moving or you'll not gonna cum for 1 week." Hearing this, you whine once more. You can't stand that punishment at least. But instead of getting the words out of your mouth, Soobin wasn't prepared for your action of apology.

You unzip his pants and slowly stroke him. Your face is still hidden in the crook of his neck. Planting soft kisses on his shoulder blade to his neck.

"Doll." His voice is warning yet you didn't budge, with only a small "please let me" coming out of your mouth.

His hand rubbed your back up and down, slipping them inside your top. Your skin is burning to his palm.

"What's with you, huh?" He asked, but he clearly knows you'd rather act like his little slut than let the five-letter word out of your pretty mouth.

You pulled back, squeezing your body once again on the small space between his legs. "Fuck-- just stop giving him signs -- ohh shit!" Soobin clearly shows his frustration at how he grips on the door. You gave him a few kitten licks and swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock making him jolt.

He looks down at you, meeting your eyes, "Fuck, is the word too much for you to say?" You took him whole the moment he spit those words making him thrust up a bit and lean back his head on the headrest.

"Ahh!" His breathy moans filled the car, making the glass foggy despite the rain and cold atmosphere outside. His hands tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head slowly.

You whimpered at how his cock pulsated on your tongue and how his tip kissed your throat. He gently caresses your cheeks as he holds them. You automatically leaned on his hand as you let him fuck your mouth.

His eyes were tightly closed. Lower lip trapped between his teeth. One hand on your cheek to hold you and the other firmly gripping the door to keep himself grounded.

"Baby fuck!" With one last thrust, he's cumming in your mouth. Draining himself on your wet and hot lips.

His heavy pants were the only thing that could be heard inside the car. Not until you hear a knock on the window. You quickly scrambled up your way to the seat as you sat properly, Soobin shoving his shirt down to cover his exposed length.

He opened the window slowly. "Is everything fine? You're hazard is switched on." A police officer said with an umbrella in hand, roaming his eyes inside the car. He even added that he was just passing by and noticed the car had switched on the hazard.

"I'm sure I didn't put the car on hazard though., must be when I got out.." Soobin mumbles, "But everything is fine, we just need to talk something out."

"Take care then, it's pouring hard." The officer apologized before going back to his car.

You looked at Soobin, fear evident on your face. You were doing things in a semi-public place but here you are, totally scared of getting caught. Soobin chuckled at you.

"Can you turn off the hazard light?" He appealed. You propped yourself on top of the center console to reach for the hazard button. But seems like some other button is getting pressed instead, as your hands retreat back to cover your mouth.

Soobin's tongue is licking your exposed cunt. Eating you out while you're still on the center console.

"S-soob, wait.." you tried your best to appeal to him but he did not budge. He continued shoving his tongue inside you. He then gently pulled you back to his lap, slowly sinking you down on his cock.

One of his hands lightly squeezes your neck, the other one pulling one of your hands back. He stopped you from covering your mouth as he continuously thrusts upward.

"Tight.. so tight..." He mumbles at your nape. "Pussy so good for me."

"M-more please." You quietly pleaded as you tried moving your hips. "Someone's eager to be filled." He commented back. "W-wanna be full of you, Soobin." You're feeling lightheaded at how he's squeezing your neck. He can't help but leave hickeys on your shoulder as he thrusts harder.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant at this point," he huffed. "D-don't care, w-want you," your words are slurred as you lean back on his chest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" No other words just curses, was coming out of his mouth as he felt his cum being released.

You were totally breathless, your body slumped on him, his cock still twitching and pulsating inside your cunt. Soobin is totally worn out, dipping his head down on your shoulder.

"Let's stay like this for five minutes then we'll go home." He mumbled.

@binniesbooks 2024

[jtl-fics]

Have a headcanon that at some point the Ravens were touring around / going to games with lil Kevin & Riko in the car. They saw the McDonald's 'M' all over the place and neither of them had ever been to one so they ask Tetsuji about it and he, not wanting to deal with kids asking for McDonalds 24/7 just tells them that the M stands for Moriyama and that the family is everywhere.

Resulting in Kevin having a minor meltdown when the twins go to get drive-thru with him in the car the first time.

[crazymadpassionatelove]

Cool Girl

Notes: None of this would be possible without my dearest darlings @ab4eva and @precious-little-scoundrel! All the hugs and kisses to you both xo

Part 2

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Here's the thing nobody ever admits about being the other half of a celebrity: it's actually as hard or as easy as you make it. Enter hunky, gifted actor who just happens to be hung like a horse? Well, being his lady isn't hard at all. You just have to know the rules. Number one, you can't hear the noise. Not literally, you can hear it. You must strive to live in such a bubble that none of it matters though. You shop, power walk your gated community, and take cock like it's the only job you have. Truly, it is. Pleasing him is of utmost importance. Be ready to hop a plane at a moment’s notice, or even get fucked on said plane. You're so busy spending your man’s cash snapping up authentic mid-century modern homes before certain celebrities turn them into minimalist gray prisons, raising money for dogs who need prosthetics, and trying your hand at that sourdough bread craze, you really don't even have time to see the Instagram hate being spewed your way 24/7.

Number two, remaining an enigma. Selling energy drinks on social media? Having your man pay off some fast fashion brand to “partner” with you for a collection? Appearing on some campy sitcom as a guest star? Not for you, the thought of it actually makes you recoil. You're too busy doing all the little things and making his once barely furnished house a home. Homemade chocolate chip cookies with the chocolate specially flown in from Belgium on his private plane? Check! Gold vintage jewelry via that cute little flea market in Paris is clanking as you insist on being the ones to change the bedroom sheets. A housekeeper comes once a month, and even she comments coyly about your chemistry. Still, she need not see the soaked sheets from the multiple round of lovemaking the two of you do at all hours of the day and night.

Being seen on the red carpet is not your cup of tea, but it's the equivalent of attending your man's office Christmas party. So you pick out a dress, aka one of the couture houses offers to dress you, and he flies you to Paris for multiple fittings and macarons. Then there's some vintage Van Cleef jewelry that appears on the dining room table one morning, and a fresh new pair of Louboutins is the final piece to the puzzle. Then, looking very demur and shy, you appear on his arm, clinging to it actually. You'll smile at the various television hosts and press. Speak softly, and practically defer to him for all questions. He's the star, you're just a great supporting act. Then, when the night is finally done, you both breathe a sigh of relief and he thanks you for being such a good sport. How about a McDonald's drive thru run, huh? That face, oh that handsome fucking face of his that you've been dying to kiss all night. He just always knows what to say. So that's how you're papped still in your couture gown, he in a wrinkled white button down, his jacket slid around your shoulders, feeding each other French fries and chicken nuggets, splitting a milkshake. How wholesome and Americana honestly.

That night he promises to thank you again. Austin's perfect lips wrap themselves around your puffy clit as two, then three fingers curl, shove, and squelch inside you. “You were such a good girl the whole night, baby.” There's something about being called a good girl that makes you absolutely feral. He brings you to orgasm over and over, you lose count after about 7. He's just getting started though. He hasn't even slipped inside. When he does though, it's rough. The glorious slapping sounds of flesh fill the room as he brings himself to the edge over and over, denying himself a release and giving you an additional, what three or four orgasms? You've left feral behind and have crossed over into absolute animalistic filth as you bury yourself in the goose down pillows and practically shove it in your mouth howling. Letting him have his way as you throb and clench, hot and pink with almost blurred vision as he talks you through it. Peppering the conversation with lots of “that's my girl, my pretty baby cums so damn pretty”. When you think you're in need of a paramedic, he blows inside you something reminiscent of Niagara falls. He knows how much you love a vocal man. You end the night not being able to feel your limbs or do anything beyond closing your eyes with a lazy, bashful grin. He gives you one last slap to the ass then mentions as you drift off, “Could you make some of those brownies of yours for the cast and crew tomorrow?”

The third rule of being the other half to everyone's favorite blue eyed baby boy actor? Less is more. This sort of goes hand in hand with the enigma rule. Those celebrities who traipse around in loud designer clothing and accessories covered in flashy logos? That's not you or your man for that matter. Sure you have handbags that cost more than some people's cars, but they are solid authentic leather bags your guy finds you in far flung corners when he's on location. No one really notices when you're papped and printed in People Magazine. You keep your head down in aviators he takes to wearing, a nice little subtle nod. The bands you each wear on that finger are a solid Welsh gold. Whenever his slightly deranged fans see you, the one thing they can't call you is a golddigger. You drive a jeep or even that old Ford truck he restored himself, no Lamborghinis in your garage.

Part of the less is more shtick though is being able to give a cute little nod to him here and there when appropriate. When he's cast in a certain biopic that alters his career and your lives? You sit tight and let him have his moment, after all, you know all the behind the scenes work that goes into it. The blood, sweat, and tears. There are times when he takes method acting to such a level that it's almost like going to bed with another man. You can't exactly complain though. The slight drawl that appears when he says your name is something he is never able to truly shake and you're glad. When the moment is right though, you post a tongue in cheek Instagram post. Your feed is normally bogged down with pictures of the pets, your baking, and various charities you support. This time though, you post a rare photo of yourself looking like you're a certain sort of American royalty stepped from a time machine. It's a candid shot with you at his feet. Worshiping. Except now it's sort of like you worship two men. It's fairly well received, friends tell you, though there will always be hate. Remember, you can't hear the noise. You certainly can't hear the noise women old enough to be your grandmother are making as they lust over the man who's cock you gag on every night.

Those utterly delectable fingers of his snake inside you, make you hiss and come undone as that tongue in cheek sort of throw back makeup you're sporting runs down your cheeks. “Who's my pretty girl?” He teases you. A good hour later when he finally allows himself his own release he's panting your name into your ear. He settles himself in between your breasts. Didn't his agent once mention the girls on Tumblr call him baby boy? If only they could catch a glimpse of him now. Murmuring against your skin and tracing what feels like hearts on your arms. You scroll Zillow and read out the six-figure price tags on castles in Ireland. How does fucking in a dungeon sound, honey?

Rule number four? Be ready to go to bat for him at any moment, others opinions be damned. Being Austin's other half brings out a protective streak in you. A maternal bodyguard quasi agent of sorts. Always keep your eyes peeled for the photogs, especially when he's indulging in that pesky little smoking habit he doesn't exactly like to advertise. That actual management team of his isn't bad, especially once the Elvis flick is underway and you learn just exactly how bad certain managers can be. Still, nobody has his best interests at heart the way you do. Keep his favorite snacks on hand in your purse, water ready at a moment's notice. Your boy has a tendency to work himself to the bone and you certainly cannot allow him to run himself ragged. Tea with hot honey every night was a must while he immersed himself in Elvis. Be his soft place, let him cry and vent while you run your fingers through those golden locks. Take whatever you can off his plate so he can dedicate himself to his craft.

Some wonder if you've lost yourself in him and his life, but it's the exact opposite. You've found yourself. When that angel boy praises you during press tours and jokes on talk shows about you flying out in the middle of the night to see to it his shirts are starched the way he likes and he eats breakfast, well you just sit there and smile. “I couldn't be me without her.” Those words make you melt and you immediately crave the feeling of his hot cream inside you. Playing Elvis brought out a side of him that never truly leaves once filming wraps. Stressed? Tired? Enamored? Him bending you over while you're brushing your teeth becomes a common occurrence. “That's my baby – take it, take it,” you've gotta talk it all out of him sometimes and that's fine with you. You stand in the wings of the Kelly Ripa show and try in vain to hide your red face when a PA offers you a napkin. “I think you spilled something down your leg,” the young girl offers. Something spilled all right, him inside you with his hands gripping your hair just minutes before he was due on stage.

Everything is just so right, it's only natural that cool girl very quickly becomes cool wife.

-

[allforthegaymes]

Neil’s the type of guy to be able to fall asleep absolutely anywhere at a moments notice. Growing up on the run he never knew when he’d have a chance to sleep next, so being able to drop instantly whenever his mom told him to was his advantage.

Meanwhile Andrew’s the kind of guy who cant take naps and can only fall asleep when hes laying on his specific side of the bed, a cooling pillow, a fan on full blast and pointed directly at his legs under the blanket, and with a hand firmly gripping at the fabric of whichever tshirt Neil is wearing to bed.

Andrew tiredly blinking at the back of the bus seat after a game, so tired but knowing if he tries to close his eyes it’ll last maybe five minutes before hes jerking awake again. Meanwhile Neil is tucked sideways in between the window and the side of Andrew, head tilted at a weird angle so he can dig his face into Andrew’s side as he lays there.

It doesnt matter what theyre doing, between how much Neil works out now and his body and brain finally coming around to realizing he’s not on the run 24/7, he’ll drop over anything now.

Midway through night practice falling asleep on the court during their five minute break, sitting in the drive thru trying to order food but Neil is passed out up front and stubbornly refusing to wake up as the guy asks “anything else for you today?”

Neil and Andrew on the roof of the dorm buildings, Andrew sat cross legged so he can smoke while he reads while Neil is laying curled around him, fingers hooked on the edges of his clothes so he can pull himself as close as possible while he sleeps.

[gillard-r]

why is it so hard to find a man who wants to be fed until he is over 600lbs, who wants a woman to provide him hourly body massages, constant food at his finger tips, mortgage and bills taken care of, beautiful home to live in, 24/7 chauffeur for wherever you want to go, a working-from-home wife constantly at your disposal, im so desperate to meet a fat man i preemptively brought a bungalow with an accessible shower and a large car for our late night drive thru runs

im serious when i say i want a big man, ive already started preparing for when i eventually meet them

[royalpicaro]

⁶So, I work at a fast food joint and I thought: "How funny would it be to see where each Link aligns to the set people I work with and basing them on the types of worker."

So this is my Linked Universe Fast Food AU(modern times ofc)💅

|Time|

Role: General Manager(GM)

Age: 38

Shifts: All

- Started the company 5 years ago with Malon and Twilight's full support

- Is very understanding but stern

- Knows who calls out the most and the least and how to prepare

- Has the schedule out every week before 5 pm. on Saturday. Every. Single. Time.

- Wants everyone to lock in every day, but knows only one will on each shift

- Will go to the office just to get away from the chaos after a big rush, on really bad days, he'll call Malon

- Is there to talk to when someone needs it

- Will make the others take breaks to look good on paper and because the boys need it

- Is the best when it comes to everything in the store except for paperwork/laptop work because he hates it and the damn laptop is slow as shit

- Will not tolerate disrespect from customers

- Loves when someone asks to see THE manager

- Waits in the group chat after posting the schedule to see who asks for coverage/who responds first

- Does the same when he sends a "Hey team" essay of a message.

- Will usually be at any station or in the office

|Twilight|

Role: Captain(Shift Lead)

Age: 20

Shifts: All

- Been there for 5 years

- Time's son, so he HAS to lock in

- The most reliable for transport if someone can't get to work

- More lenient than Time, known as the Chill Lead

- He's got a pet wolf that he occasionally brings to work

- A yapper

- Will stand around doing nothing or talking if it's slow

- Is the messiest one

- Backseats on prep sometimes

- Defends Time when his stern attitude is brought up but agrees on some points

- Cutie Patootie

- Tries to defuse a situation and gentle parent the customer

- It works 99% of the time

- Doesn't care where he's stationed at, just wants the day to go by smoothly

|Sky|

Role: All Star(Trainer)

Age: 19

Shifts: Mostly nights

- Been there for a year

- Loves training people

- Is tired 24/7

- Will fall asleep at one of the tables on his break

- Likes to be a cashier and up front. Maybe drive thru if he feels adventurous

- Great with customers

- Yapper 2.0

- Checks the bags for every single order

- Is usually the one who says, "If anyone needs a shift covered, HMU" in the company group chat after the schedule is posted

- Will walk through the middle of a rush to go grab something for a customer that's up front in bins for them to grab

- Sits in the bathroom for longer than normal because "Bro needs a break" 5 min after getting to work

- Not lazy but not super productive

- Not a bad employee cause he can lock in when he needs to

- Immediately goes to Twilight when a customer is upset and walks away from the situation to go sit in the bathroom

- Clocks out on the dot and zooms out the door

|Warriors|

Role: Captain(Shift Lead)

Age: 22

Shifts: Nights

- Been there for 3 years.

- Is grumpy from the second the store comes into view

- He's the only one to use the assigned chart to tell everyone where to go on his shift

- "Too bad" kind of guy

- Ladies man

- Has the best success rate when it comes to promotion sales

- Does not have a vape but will steal a hit or two from Legend's each shift

- Hates that the hat he has to wear messes up his hair

- Is the kind of person to come in with friends on his day off for free food

- Loud

- Younger brother is Wind who comes to work with him sometimes

- Goes to the walk in to destress even if its freezing

- Legend and him call each other names and banter

An exchange between them:

W: *Reaching for half of a cookie that they made but a customer forgot*

L: Yeah bro eat some, I already ate half.

W: Okay, fat fuck(affectionately)

*Cue them both laughing hysterically and trying not to be too loud*

- Legend and him are best buds, childhood friends

- Locks in when there's a rush and is usually right beside Legend finishing orders

- The two work like a well oiled machine

- Will go back to a conversation he had before the rush

- Prefers being in the back

- Hates dealing with rude customers

|Wild|

Role: Squad

Age: 18

Shifts: Mornings

- Has so much energy in the morning

- Gets prep done easily

- Makes food for himself before open

- Makes food during open

- And after his shift

- Not good with customers

- Likes being the heart and soul of BOH

- If one of the machines is broken, he can most likely fix it

- Perfect cook on everything every time

- Has a spot for everything at any station he's at.

- Locks in but for a max of 30 mins to an hour. Anymore time after that, his brain becomes mush

- Yapper 3.0

- Likes to hide in the bathroom after a rush and often races Sky there

- Is selective about what shifts he picks up

- Will never take a night shift

- Claims it ruins his me time

- Hates customers

- Will start a task just to avoid interacting with them

- Hates drive thru

- The Newest Guy

- Has been there for 4 months

- Doesn't really care if he's promoted or not

|Legend|

Role: All Star(Trainer)

Age: 21

Shifts: Nights

- Locks in when he really wants to

- Been there for 2 years, got recommended by Warriors.

- If there's a list, then at least a good portion, if not all of it, is getting done.

- Doesn't realize he's locked in

- Will hit his vape in the back out of view of the cameras

- Doesn't care where what station he's at but always ends up in the back some way or another

- Is quick asf

- Reliable on weekdays

- Unreliable on Weekends

- Calls out rarely but always with a good reason

- Will forget that he gets a break

- Will usually go somewhere else for food on break but its in the same plaza

- Will only yap if there's a conversation he's interested in

- Will pick up morning shifts but only if he absolutely needs the money

- Has no idea how he got promoted

- Any time Wars and him are on shift is a sign that its gonna be loud and silly, but shit will get done and close will be phenomenal

- He'll drag the office chair to the prep table and sit there when its slow, scrolling on Tiktok and finding a corner where he can vape undisturbed

- Somehow hides from the rest of the store on his break

- No one knows how he does it

- He'll pop out of thin air when he's done but literally no one knows where he goes

- Claims he was just "in the back"

- Will occasionally smell like the Devil's Lettuce

- Will talk to customers if he has to

- Can and will be a problem

- Sassy asf

|Hyrule|

Role: Squad

Age: 20

Shifts: All

- Been there for a year and ½.

- Soft spoken

- Hates it when the customer gets upset

- Stressed out by everything

- Often asks about the correct way to do things

- Is great with nice customers

- Great with kids

- Is not allowed near the prep or cooking area

- One time he got back there and the entire prep area was scorched

- Likes drive thru

- He feels pretty cool with the headset and it great at multitasking

- Is the best at drive thru

- Cutie Patootie 2.0

- Quiet but observant

- Will hear someone call out something and answer even if he wasn't the one it was meant for

- Comes in clutch

- Another "HMU if you need a shift covered" kind of guy

- Is pretty chill once you get to know him

- Close friends with Legend and Sky

- Also reliable to help out with transportation

- A sweetie

- Likes to be stuck at drive thru

|Four|

Role: Squad

Age: 18

Shifts: All

- Been there for a year.

- HATES it when the tall people put something up high

- Is constantly finding new ways to get things down from somewhere without getting the step ladder out

- The only other person that can help out with the machines being broken

- Matches customer energy

- Can and will be petty

- Will not pick up shifts and will watch the group chat blow up if there's a big rush then say "oh well"

- He was "busy" is his excuse

- He learned not to leave the app open when reading the chat

- Will just straight up steal a food item and leave once he's done

- Has lost all the fucks to give

- The life of the shift when he is there

- Funny and loved

- Makes jokes with everyone

- He's super aware of everything around him

- Need that lettuce? There's already one in the fridge. Need bread? New full bin is in place of the old one before you can even ask. Need Lobby restocked? Already done.

- Locked tf in every single shift

- Star employee

- Doesn't even try, just do

- Loves angry customers cause he gets to try out gentle parenting

- Eventually will get impatient and just call over a shift lead.

|Wind|

Age: 14

Role: Morale Booster

Shifts: Whatever Warriors is working

- Does not work there, yet, but enjoys being around the guys

- Cutie Patootie 3.0

- Yapper 4.0

- Usually stuck in the office

- Asks for meals and loves that he gets them to be customized more than customers

- He's a great cheerleader

- Bursting with cheer

- Has a full team of guys behind him to protect him

- If he gets bullied then I pity the ones who get found

- Knows Legend well enough to make jokes

- Will go home with Legend if Warriors has to stay

- They get chinese take out and play video games all night

- Time loves him

- Twilight will occasionally drop him off at school in his truck

- Sleep overs at Time's place for company meetings are a monthly thing.

|General|

- Malon loves the boys

- Time can sing

- Twilight can play guitar

- Hyrule can use his hands to make a flute

- Legend provides the drinks and other party stuff👀

- Wind knows a lot about the ocean

- Four can lie really well

- Warriors is the best big brother

- Sky has a "talent" of sleeping anywhere, any time

- Wild is the best cook and always bring two to three dishes to the sleepover. Everyone gets excited for his food

- Legend hates it when his friends come in. They're cool and good buds, but he doesn't like when they show up without warning.

- Warriors is Legend's closest friend and biggest critic.

- Wild is still learning, but he gets along well with the others.

- Four is the one the others make fun of, but would defend in a heartbeat.

- Twilight is a ride or die for all his co workers.

- Time is preparing Twilight to take over the role of General Manager when he hits 40 cause that's when he'll retire.

- Sky is the only one with a write up that was made when he first joined because he fell asleep in the bathroom and missed his whole shift.

- Holiday and special event parties are done at Time's house. Meeting parties are done at the store.

- Legend occasionally drops Life Lore and Time is somehow surprised that the kid is still living.

- Some shit talk happens

- Legend is the only one known to smoke marijuana among the group, but he knows who does and who doesn't.

And that's it. I figured Legend would be the one most likely to vape and smoke cause well, the guy is traumatized and he needs some way to escape. Though I don't see him being someone who smokes marijuana often. I think he'd use it as a mental help rather than just to smoke because he can.

But yuh, anyway, I shall drop this here and you guys tell me if you hate it or not.

BUHHYYYYEEE!♡

[bloomingdarkgarden]

People always on about how Azriel is toxically obsessed with women etc which is quite valid yes yada yada.

The boi emotionally longs to the point of pain, will murder anyone who marginally insults you, stares at you with hungry bedroom eyes 24/7, is helpful with kitchen chores and also decorating, wants needs to carry you princess style whenever times are hard, smellin like a pnw pine forest rippling abs, never talks, my god.

I want nothing more in a male specimen.

why fix him when u can just order him like the tender extra bloody prime rib he is. I'm at the McPrythian drive thru like yeah ill take 7 orders of the brooding damaged obsessive one with five thousand packets of hot sauce please 👍

[ultrone]

hiya, do you have any hc’s dating young shauna 🫶🏻

🫀✶ –– dating shauna shipman (minor nsfw)

Puppy dog energy. Very needy. Wants to be with you 24/7.

Makes you explain to her how much you love her and how special she is to you in detail every day as if you hadn’t told her already a thousand times.

She’s definitely a triple texter. She checks and refreshes her notifications every five minutes to see if you're online and/or already texted back.

She stares at you a lot. You probably catch her staring at you with dreamy eyes about twenty times a day.

Definitely whimpers during sex LMFAOO. She's a bottom/soft-top but has a very high sex drive. She prolly likes cowgirl position a lot.

Y’all definitely have communication problems, at least on her part. If she ever has any type of problem, she doesn't directly tell you, not cuz she wants to hide things from you, but because she tends to keep her feelings bottled up, getting increasingly angry until she lashes out.

And whenever y'all fight, she complains about you in her cunty little journal. "Why would they do that to me? after everything i've done for them…" ☠️

She lets you borrow her gay ass flannels.

She has an entire journal dedicated to you, and she draws your initials in a heart on her school notebooks.

Very jealous. But she doesn't show it—she's very obvious abt it tho. She just absolutely hates the shit outta the person who's flirting with you and hope they die (literally 💀).

She's actually very smart—considering that she got an early acceptance letter from Brown University. She helps you out with your homework, especially with essays.

Very impulsive, always assumes the worst and acts accordingly, only to find out that she was wrong the entire time. For instance, once she was so convinced that you were cheating on her that she deleted all your texts, threw away the flannel you gave her for her birthday and cried all night while looking at pictures of you. However, it turned out that the person she saw you spending time with behind her back, was actually your cousin who was visiting the country. She spent the entire next day looking for that flannel thru the trash lmaoooooo.

She's so sweet tho. Always smiling and blushing when you're around.

She's very cuddly too, specially at night or when she's tired. She snuggles against your neck while you're laying on your back, with one arm over your chest and one of her legs resting on top of the lower half of your body.

She picks you up every morning for school.

If you ever break up with her, she would def try out one of those witchcraft videos from tiktok to make you come back. I can also see her getting a voodoo doll that looks just like you and talking to it 🤣

[astarionposting]

I bet on losing dogs.

"I love you ... I love this, and I want it all."

New ambience playlist (in-game ambience and voicelines)

mp3 download

mp4 download (this is a bigger file, like 6-7 GB because it was exported as 2k)

Google Drive M4

In-game ambience + voicelines

TIMESTAMPS:

0:00 - True Faith (Lotte Kestner)

04:45 - I Bet on Losing Dogs (Mitski AEA Sessions)

07:46 - Angel (Beabadoobee)

11:00 - Space Song (Beach House)

16:04 - Apple Cider (Beabadoobee)

18:56 - Strawberry Blond (Mitski)

20:44 - Take on Me (Ashley Johnson cover)

24:28 - Avalanches and Unfamiliar Ways to Die (Ha Vay)

27:39 - Run (Hozier)

31:43 - Moon Will Sing (Crane Wives)

35:22 - Wasteland, Baby! (Hozier)

I couldn't upload it to youtube, unfortunately, due to copyright stuff. Video version is available for download thru my dropbox, but it is a large file. Its just tav and astarion in the forest lol, but can be nice to put on in the background on ur tv or smth at night time :)

[jedi-enthusiast]

ok, fast food rant incoming:

If a higher up, usually a general manager or an owner, or a customer hasn't routinely worked at whatever fast food place they're at DURING RUSH HOUR with like FOUR PEOPLE on shift INCLUDING the MANAGER, then they shouldn't be able to say shit about "labor costs" or about however long it's taking to get shit done.

I work at a fast food restaurant, not gonna say which one but it's pretty popular, and since before I started working there the GM keeps getting on all our managers' asses about "labor costs" this and "labor costs" that, telling them that they need to cut as many people as possible every day in order to cut costs because "those people aren't needed"---essentially trying to keep us running a skeleton crew 24/7.

The GM has ACTUALLY TOLD the managers that if they don't cut "enough people" then they will be FIRED.

The problem is, kitchen usually needs like 4-5 people to move smoothly, front (drive thru, shakes, lobby) needs 3-4 people to run smoothly, and it's best to have at least 1 more person on standby to help stock and clean and do all the little jobs needed to keep things running, and that's NOT INCLUDING the manager who has to do other jobs like checking temps, labor plans, shift changes, scheduling, etc. etc.

WE CANT FUCKING FUNCTION WITH ONLY FOUR FUCKING PEOPLE.

Oh, but it gets better: the GM forces us to run on a skeleton crew, but then still bitches at us for our times being bad.

On drive thru we're monitered for how long it takes us to get someone's food out, and our goal is about 70 seconds...WE CANT FUCKING DO THAT WITH FOUR PEOPLE, ITS LITERALLY FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE! When you have a 2 person kitchen and then 2 people running front and trying to do all the other jobs because THE PEOPLE IN KITCHEN LITERALLY CANT FUCKING MOVE, then YOU CANT GET SHIT OUT QUICKLY!

Today was a fucking shitshow because we had 5 fucking people today and weren't allowed to call anyone to help, but one of the guys was a new hire and literally knew jack shit so it felt like 4.

Like I literally slipped, fell, hit my head and back, and then had to get up and keep going in like 5 seconds while I was covered in soda and IN PAIN because we didn't have enough people for me to take a minute to recover or for me to go home. I FUCKING HURT, but I couldn't do anything about that because THERE WAS NO ONE THERE TO TAKE MY SPOT.

When GMs schedule a shift, they're scheduling for the slowest times of the day, when the actual people that WORK those shifts schedule them, they're scheduling for rush hour---which is the majority of the shifts btw.

So yeah, GMs and owners can shut the fuck up about "labor costs" and times and shit because they have NO FUCKING CLUE what it's like to work rush hour with the bare minimum---if they did, they'd change their tunes real fucking quick and understand WHY we need more people.

And the fucking CUSTOMERS-

If you're a fucking customer at a fast food place and you go there during THE BUSIEST TIMES OF DAY, I'm gonna need you to SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT HOW LONG YOUR FOOD IS TAKING!!!

YOU are the one who came in the middle of Sunday rush hour, when everyone and their mother decided to get lunch, when everyone---INCLUDING YOU PROBABLY---has gotten 7 trays and MILKSHAKES WITH ALL OF THEM-

SO OBVIOUSLY ITS GONNA TAKE A FUCKING MINUTE, EAT AT HOME IF YOU DONT WANT TO FUCKING WAIT

I fucking hate working fast food so fucking much, it's not even the job---I actually like the job---it's the fucking moron GMs working all of us to death because they're a bunch of jackass bootlickers and the fuckass customers who like verbally abusing us because they have sad, pathetic, lives and can't get a fucking hobby.

[dianalaurenstyles]

Reflection on the Last 14 Years

I saw Zayn in NYC on Saturday.

Yesterday, 3 days later, I found myself tearing up in the Dutch Bros drive thru.

Ain't it special? Ain't it precious? The time that we have?

Suddenly, the last 14 years are flowing through my mind. The One Direction concert in 2014, the hours I had spent behind a laptop screen rewatching Vevo videos to break 24 hour records, the Pinterest boards I had curated, and everything in between. In that moment, the lyrics Zayn sang through my car's radio spoke to all the time I had spent with these five boys.

And then, I realized why the post-concert depression was hitting me so much harder than usual: my concert experiences with the boys will always be incomplete.

The checklist will stay at 4 of 5.

I'm so grateful that I was able to attend Where We Are Tour in 2014 and I don't want that to be understated. But seeing the way Harry, Niall, Louis, and now Zayn have all blossomed into their own while performing solo is tearing into me as I think about what solo Liam shows we'll never get the chance to see. I'll never have a chance to wait in line for him, pray I'll get barricade for him, scream along the words with him. There will always be a hole that can never be filled. So for now I'll keep reminiscing on how far I've come. How much I have blossomed over the last 14 years, how much joy and hope and love the 5 boys on the stairs have given me, and dreaming of the next time I'll get to see one of them. Their concerts are now and forever will be my safe space. Photos are from the following shows: 1) WWA Tour - Nashville, August 2014 2) Harry Styles Live on Tour - Nashville, September 2017 3) Niall Horan The Flicker Sessions - Nashville, November 2017 4) Harry Styles Live on Tour - Nashville, June 2018 5) Harry Styles Love on Tour - Nashville, September & October 2021 6) Louis Tomlinson LT World Tour - Nashville, February 2022 7) Louis Tomlinson Faith in the Future Tour - Nashville, July 2023 8) Niall Horan The Show Live on Tour - Atlanta & Nashville, June 2024 9) Zayn Malik Stairway to the Sky Tour - New York City, January 2025