#This will definitely be in multiple parts

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𝐒𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝—𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A Stray Kids one shot

Synopsis: If you're gonna eat something, at least check the wrapper before putting it in your mouth.

Warnings: Aphrodisiac chocolates. SMUT 🔞. Rough Dom Roommate!Hyunjin (is mentioned to be kind of a playboy). Unprotected hard sex, hair pulling, overstim, oral (f. recieving), multiple positions, orgasms, dirty talk, cussing, filthy, degradation, creampie, cum eating, name calling & pet names, mentions of the pill, confessions, to lovers at the end. Holy hell that's a lot—

Note: To be honest, idrk how this chocolate works fr. I wrote this after seeing a few review videos and some fics I read. But again, anything works in fiction so just let it feed your delulu.

Minors do not interact!!!

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

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Work this week sucked.

So much to the point that you were begging for the weekend to come over as soon as possible every night since Monday.

Finally it's here.

And you like a weekend without plans because then you can just go back to your apartment, slip into your PJ's and binge Netflix with a tub of ice cream for 48 hours.

Your boss—who technically wasn't your boss but the director of another department—had you running around the office like a dog the entire week which increased your urge to punch him in the face.

What was he thinking?

But like the good employee you are, you did all the tasks at hand before slipping on your coat and bag and leaving the office as fast as you could.

Man you needed something sweet to wash this headache away.

You walked into the nearest supermarket, tapping away on your phone, texting your bestie about the new concert tickets you wanna buy later tonight.

The doors slid open and you knew the aisles by heart, you walked into the candy section and grabbed a few wrapped pieces of chocolate that was on the shelf.

Oh you dumb girl, read the label.

But you couldn't care less.

You slipped your phone between your neck and shoulder calling your bestie about the tickets as you walked over to the counter with the chocolates in your hand.

You didn't even bother to spare a glance at the cashier who watched you with equal amounts of genuine shock and horror as you unwrapped a piece and shoved it into your mouth, stuffing the wrapper in the pocket of your jacket.

Everything was fine but by the time you reached your apartment, something felt… off.

Your skin felt warmer than usual, your breath a little heavier. You tugged at the collar of your shirt, frowning. Maybe the stress was finally catching up with you?

Brushing it off, you unlocked the door, stepping inside—only to freeze in your tracks.

Hyunjin—your annoyingly handsome, sexy and single roommate—was sprawled on the couch, shirtless, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, scrolling on his phone, completely oblivious to your presence.

His hair was slightly damp, probably from a recent shower, strands falling effortlessly into his eyes.

It wasn’t as if you’d never seen him like this before. Living together meant accidental glimpses of bare skin and passing each other in various states of undress.

But right now? Right now, your body reacted differently.

Your mouth went dry, your stomach coiling with something unfamiliar. Your eyes traced the lines of his toned torso, the sharp definition of his abs, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips.

You clenched your fists at your sides.

Why did he have to look like that today, of all days?

He sensed you standing frozen near the doorway, looking up at from his phone, his lips parted in mild acknowledgment before his brows furrowed slightly.

“You good?” His voice was deep, casual, but you swore it sent a shiver down your spine.

“I—I’m fine,” you mumbled, forcing yourself to look away as you kicked off your shoes. The heat spreading through your body only intensified.

It was unbearable. Your fingers twitched, desperate for relief from an ache you barely understood.

Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed slightly as he sat up. “Are you sure? You look kinda... flushed.”

Of course, he would notice. Your annoying, perceptive roommate.

You turned away, removing your jacket and hanging it on the coat hanger, something falling out of the pocket but you didn't notice it.

“It’s just hot in here,” you muttered, heading toward the kitchen, needing something—anything—to distract yourself.

Hyunjin eyed you curiously for a few seconds, before looking back into his phone, you opened the fridge, grabbing a cold bottle of water.

You twisted off the cap with slightly trembling fingers, taking a long gulp but it didn’t help one bit. Slowly you walked into your bedroom.

Hyunjin watched you disappear into your room before something at the doorway caught the corner of his eye.

He got up and picked up the wrapper on the floor, his eyes widening before he let out a sharp laugh.

Inside your room, you were going crazy. Your body buzzed, hot and bothered. You needed release, so badly that you turned to your nightstand, looking for your favourite toy.

You got on the bed, grabbing it, attempting to turn it on, only to realise the thing was out of battery. You stared at the lifeless toy in your hands, frustration curling in your stomach.

The ache between your thighs was unbearable, a deep, throbbing need that refused to be ignored.

A sudden knock on your door made you jolt. “Yo.” Hyunjin’s voice was muffled but clear, amusement laced in his tone. “You might wanna explain why you were eating aphrodisiac chocolates without knowing.”

Your entire body went rigid. What?!

Oh you absolute idiot.

Your silence made him twist the doorknob and enter your room, only for him to see you scrambling to shove the useless toy under your pillow and your not helpful little night fit that hardened his cock in an instant.

The lacy, flower patterned camisole top did absolutely nothing to hide those peaks that were straining the fabric, your exposed collarbones and neck sparking something utterly primal in his mind.

You clenched your thighs together, hoping that he would just drop it and leave.

But of course, he didn’t.

“So…” He paused for a moment, and then, in a voice laced with wicked amusement, “How’s that working out for you?”

Your breath hitched, heat crawling up your neck as you pressed your thighs together even tighter.

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered, but the way your voice wavered completely sold you out. Hyunjin scoffed, stepping further into your room, completely unfazed by your flustered state.

He twirled the chocolate wrapper between his fingers, holding it up like evidence. “Really?”

He tilted his head, eyes dragging over your body, taking in the way your chest rose and fell rapidly, how your hands clenched into the sheets like you were fighting against your own urges.

Yeah, you were struggling.

He leaned down, so close you could count every lash of his beautiful eyes and feel his breath hover over your flushed face.

The scent of his skin, clean, fresh out of the shower, mixed with something undeniably him, invaded your senses, making your head spin.

You swallowed hard, refusing to look at him. But then, he reached up and traced a finger along your jaw, tilting your face toward him.

His voice dropped, smooth like silk. “Tell me what you need.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “I don’t need—”

“Liar.” His breath ghosted over your lips. You whimpered. Goddamn him.

"All you have to do is ask. If not, I'll just let you be and you can stay till it wears off." He said simply, shrugging while playing a devilish smirk on his lips.

You looked at him with glassy eyes, clogged throat and aching need throbbing between your legs that you seemed to intensify with every passing second.

Sensing your hesitation, Hyunjin got up before your hand wrapped around his wrist. He looked down at the contact then at your face which was now flushed hot, slight goosebumps pebbling your skin.

It's not that you didn't want him. God how couldn't you not want him?

It was a secret you'd take to your grave but the amount of times you've found yourself getting jealous of the girls who spent nights with him was countless.

You often wondered how—what—it would be like to feel him. All of him.

His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair off your face as he leaned down again. "Tell me what you want Y/N." he murmured, voice dangerously low.

"T—touch me Hyunjin."

His restraint snapped.

Before another breath could make it past your lungs, his mouth was on yours, your back against the headboard as his hands pressed on either side of your head.

His knees straddled you as you pushed forward, giving him plenty of access to claim you right there with the press of his lips alone, letting him slip his tongue through yours, kissing you hard, fast and desperate.

Hyunjin's hand wrapped around the edge of the blanket that was covering you beneath the waist, he yanked it away and no amount of restraint prepared him to see you completely bare underneath it.

"No panties..." he half threw the blanket, it dropped on the floor. "You're gorgeous when you're needy."

Hyunjin exhaled against your lips, his buzzed hair brushing against your cheek. His touch was all-consuming, his presence overwhelming in the best way possible.

Your breath broke when his slender fingers slid between your legs. He teased them along your entrance, collecting the wetness before sliding up to your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

You arched into him, a whimper slipping past your lips. “Look at you. You're soaked.” he murmured, eyes gleaming with something dark and possessive.

"Please...I..." you let out a breathy moan.

He dipped his head down following your plea, his breath ghosting over you. “I bet you taste as sweet as that chocolate.”

And then, without warning, his tongue flicked out, dragging through your folds in one slow, deliberate motion.

A strangled moan left your lips, your thighs clamping around his head, but Hyunjin only groaned in response, gripping your legs and pinning them against your chest.

And then you were taken to the heavens with his tongue alone.

He worked so expertly, licking and flicking, sucking and worshipping your cunt like it was the end of the world.

His teeth grazed your tender, erect clit and you bucked up, pushing your needy pussy up his face coating him in your arousal.

Every new spot he hit sent you spiralling, the noisy slurps mixing with your loud whimpers echoing off the walls like a sinful symphony.

Your hands found the way to his hair, wanting him closer, harder, faster until you couldn't breathe, until you couldn't think, just letting him give you everything he could do with his mouth.

It was hot, devastating, mind blowing, the way he ate you out like no tomorrow, the coil growing tighter and faster with each lick.

Hyunjin pulled back with a wet sound, his chin glistening. "You taste so fucking good, baby."

His fingers replaced his tongue, sliding inside you with ease, stretching you open as he scissored them, curling just right against your sweet spot while his lips wrapped around your clit.

"Fuck—Hyunjin—" Your hips bucked against his hand, chasing that friction, that high.

His long digits moved in and out, the squelching sounds spasming out of your cunt as he continued speeding up.

"Greedy little thing," he chuckled, adding a third finger. "You like being stuffed full, huh?"

You couldn't answer, couldn't form a thought. Your walls clenched around his fingers, your stomach tightening, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

"You're close, aren't you?" Hyunjin mused, pressing a kiss to your thigh as his fingers moved faster. "Go on, make a mess on my hand."

With a broken moan, your body tensed, pleasure crashing over you in waves. Your walls pulsed around his fingers, a pool of liquid gushed out as he kept moving, working and drowning through your ecstasy until you were trembling.

He groaned, pulling his fingers out, watching as your arousal coated them. He brought them to his lips, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum.

You watched him, catching your breath, not even halfway through before you got up and straddled him, your wet cunt landing on top of his now visible, hard bulge.

His fingers dug into your hips, holding against him as your hot breath fanned over his skin.

"I, I can't—fuck me— please."

His devilish grin grew wider. "You sure you won't regret it later baby?" He cooed but your brain was too fogged with lust, the chocolate you consumed now working on full power.

You grinded his clothed cock, letting your juices stain his sweats and his head fell back at the feeling.

Within a heartbeat, your camisole was lost and his sweatpants were gone, his arm scooped around your waist, guiding your body to meet his cock that was jutting up.

You sank in one smooth push of his hips, but had to force your walls to adjust to the sheer size of him, the tip of his long, veiny cock touching the sensitive spot in you that made you throw your head back, digging your nails into his shoulders.

You rocked your hips back and forth, meeting his upward thrusts as his lips connected with your bouncing breast, the other getting playing and kneaded under his big hand.

You rode him, chasing another orgasm, whimpering and moaning while he sucked on your breast, letting the sensitive bud end up swollen, slick and sore.

"Fuck yes, ride that dick like the slut you are," he gasped, releasing the peak with a pop!, holding your waist tight enough to leave marks that would last for days.

He filled you in the most delicious way ever, your gummy walls clamping him, driving every single logical sense out of his brain.

His thumb pressed on your chin as he cupped your face, touching his lips with yours, kissing you roughly but equally smoothly as you kept rolling your hips on top of him.

"Ha—oh god, Hyun—oh fu...I love your cock."

Your words were filthy, mind so clouded with lust that it sounded coherent to your ears.

Hyunjin's hand that was on your waist held you and pushed you on to your back, before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach, tangling your hair in one tight fist before he slammed into you in one punishing thrust.

He pulled your hair back, his other hand going down to cup your breast, pinching the erect peak. The pleasure of it all overlapped with pain as he continued to thrust into you with hard strokes again and again, your hands fisting the sheets below.

"You're such a fucking slut. With a pussy so tight." he slammed hard right as a stinging slap! landed on your ass that made you cry out loud. "I should have fucked you way earlier than this."

Did he perhaps eat the other piece of chocolate? Maybe he did—

Everything around ceased to exist in that moment, only the rhythmic sound of flesh against flesh, headboard banging against the wall and the loudest moans that were for sure to be heard by your neighbours filling the sex fogged air.

It was like that sweet—oh so you thought, 'didn't check the wrapper', harmless—chocolate dug through your senses bringing out carnal urges you never knew existed.

It wasn't not enough and too much to bear all at once.

Your face fell in the pillows as you let out a muffled scream when he hit that spot that shattered you into shards, making you flood around him.

He was close to snapping too, but he prided himself so much that he wasn't going to come until he's had you so utterly spent till you can't take it anymore.

His grip on your hair loosened, pulling back just till the velvet tip remained in your entrance. Just as you thought he was about to pull out entirely, his hands wrapped around your wrists, pinning them to your back as he slammed back into you once more.

"Don't think you're done yet you cockdrunk slut. I'm not stopping till I decide you've had enough. Got it?" He growled and you nodded senselessly against the pillows, sweat coating your bodies as he regained his pace.

You gasped up, needing air, breathing erratically as he pounded into you harder and harder—slam, slam, slam—your ass meeting with stinging slap!, slap!, slap!, skin now sore and red.

Tears ran down your cheeks relentlessly as he held your hands behind your back, continuing to fucking you from the behind.

You were never that into hardcore, rough sex but right now under the arms and getting wrecked by your 'how could he be single?' roommate and the effect of the aphrodisiac running through your veins, you wanted nothing but for him to just destroy you.

You didn't need to cry it out loud. Your aching, quivering body, greedy pussy basically engulfing his thick rod gave it away to him.

That small piece of candy was too powerful for its size. (Or maybe it's been quite while since you were fucked so good).

Right as you were about to come for the third time, he let go of your wrists, pulling out and turning you over, resting your legs on his shoulders and sank into you again.

He was so deep in, you could have sworn you felt him up your throat. You rasped his name, but he was so lost in the way your pussy swallowed his huge length that he lost all the sense in his brain.

He was consumed by the urge to just wreck your cunt and rearrange your guts.

"F—canf—Hyun, ah! More—!"

You were blabbering nonsense, your needy self just begging him to give you more and more.

"You're taking me so well," he praised, his grip tightening as he snapped his hips faster and deeper.

You clenched around him that made him hiss and come, making him spill his release in you before he could even process the thought of pulling out.

You felt his warm seed gather up inside you, painting you white, the continuous twitching of his cock making him pause and gently ease himself out, a long sticky string of his cum attaching from his tip on to your hole.

He watched as his release dripped from your spent core, his jaw clenching. "Fuck. Look at that."

You were completely wrecked—limbs heavy and body shaking. Hyunjin pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Hope you’re ready for round two, baby."

All that was round one?!

Because from the way his cock was already hardening again, you knew he wasn’t done with you yet.

Your eyes widened slightly, breath hitching as Hyunjin smirked down at you. He traced circles over your stomach before dipping lower, spreading your thighs wider.

His fingers brushed over your swollen clit, making you jolt, a whimper escaping your lips. "Hyunjin—" you gasped.

He hushed you with a kiss, deep and lazy, his tongue gliding against yours. "You can take one more for me, can’t you?" He whispered against your mouth.

Your body screamed in protest and anticipation at the same time. The aphrodisiac hadn’t fully worn off yet, leaving you sweaty, hot and needy despite your exhaustion.

You moaned breathlessly as Hyunjin guided himself back to your entrance, rubbing the tip against your hypersensitive core, teasing you.

"Please," you whispered, surprising even yourself with how desperate you sounded. He groaned, positioning himself at your channel again. "Good girl."

And then he pushed in.

The stretch was more intense this time, your walls still tight and sensitive from the last round. He took his time, slow and deep, groaning as he bottomed out inside you.

He rolled his hips gentler, dragging against your puffy walls, making you shudder beneath him. A salacious white ring formed around the base of his shaft, his huge hand sprawled over your tummy, massaging your skin, he could feel the bulge of his cock over your stomach.

The pleasure was overwhelming, crashing in ways beyond euphoria.

Your legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his ass forcing him in deeper until you felt the fat cockhead brush against your cervix. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and the moan you let out was borderline pornographic.

"Gonna make you come again," he gasped, as he continued his pace. "Will you come for me again sweetheart?"

His thrusts quickened, his grip tightening on your hips as he lost himself in you. Your nails raked down his back, desperate for something to hold onto as the pleasure built again just through his words.

"Come baby," he whispered, his hand pressing down harder on your stomach and then circled your clit, sending you spiraling into another release.

You screamed his name, your entire body arching as the climax ripped through you, leaving you trembling and reeling beneath him. His pace faltered, hips snapping erratically before he spilled inside you, filling and stuffing his load in you for the second time that night.

You gripped his muscled back as he fell on top of you, warm and comforting, both of you panting, drenched in sweat, breaths ragged and heavy.

Then, after a second of stretched silence, Hyunjin slowly lifted himself, gazing down at you. "You okay?" he murmured, brushing damp hair away from your face.

You nodded weakly, body still buzzing. Hyunjin pressed a kiss to your forehead before slipping out of you with a groan. He watched as his release seeped out from your drilled hole, and his jaw clenched.

"Fuck," he muttered, shaking his head. "I should clean you up."

You expected him to grab a towel and wipe you, but instead, he lowered himself between your legs again.

Before you could form his name, his tongue was on you, lapping up his own release, licking you clean with slow, precise strokes.

Your body jerked in overstimulation, but Hyunjin held you down, his grip firm as he cleaned every drop, humming in satisfaction.

Only when he was done did he finally pull away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You taste even sweeter mixed with me," he mused, grinning as he climbed back up.

He watched you as he let you catch a breath after the intense fucking, you could feel the frantic blood rush, your core pulsing and a drip of slick running down out of your pussy.

Hyunjin's hand cupped your cheek softly before he asked lowly.

"Are you on the pill?"

Even if he used condoms with other girls he has fucked with, for some reason he always asked them that question. But the mere idea of protection didn't cross either of your minds tonight.

You gave a jerky shake of your head. "I...I stopped..."

He watched you, chest rising and falling, in now even breaths, eyes softening.

"Okay, don't worry. Sleep now. Let's talk in the morning."

He ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair, pulling the blanket over your body, turning on the AC, reaching down to brush his lips on your closing eyelids, exhaling sharply as he walked out of your room.

His body was still buzzing from everything that had happened, but his mind was clouded with thoughts.

Without letting another creep up his head, he walked to the bathroom, turning on the water, taking the coldest shower, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead against the cold tiles.

***

The soft glow of the morning light seeped through the curtains, as you slowly stirred awake.

A dull ache pulsed between your legs, spreading through your thighs, and it took you a moment to register why.

Then it hit you.

The remnants of last night came back in flashes—the aphrodisiac chocolates, the way your body burned with unbearable heat, and… Hyunjin.

Your breath caught as the memories flooded back. The way he touched you. The way he took you. His dirty words and sweet praises.

You groaned, sitting up, feeling the slight stickiness between your legs. You looked down at your body, skin around your hips peppered with his fingerprint bruises, swollen nipples with a faint hickey on your breast.

Heat crept up your face at the realization. You slept with your roommate.

God...What happens now?

Before you could dwell on it too long, the door creaked open.

You glanced up, eyes widening slightly as Hyunjin stepped in. He was wearing a loose white tank top and black sweats, his hair tied in a mini ponytail. In his hands, he carried a tray.

Your heart stuttered at the sight.

You flushed as you felt him gaze at you, you pulled the sheets over your chest, suddenly feeling shy as if he hadn't already seen everything by now.

"Morning," he greeted casually, setting the tray on your nightstand. His gaze flickered to you, scanning your face for any signs of distress.

"How do you feel?"

You swallowed hard, glancing quickly at the tray before meeting his eyes. "Sore."

His lips quirked slightly. "Yeah... not surprised."

Heat rushed up your spine.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers drummed lightly against his thigh before he gestured to the tray.

“I made you breakfast. Figured you’d need the energy after last night.”

You glanced at the tray—toast, berries, coffee… and a small blister pack. Your stomach clenched at the sight of the morning-after pill.

Your fingers tightened around the blanket as you looked back up at him. "You think I should take it?" you asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.

Hyunjin exhaled through his nose, tilting his head slightly. "It's your choice. But I wanted you to have the option. Whatever you decide, I’ll be here.”

Something in his tone made your chest tighten. You couldn’t quite place it. Was it regret? Reassurance? Maybe a mix of both.

You hesitated but then took the pack, popping the pill into your mouth, washing it down with water before setting the glass aside and reaching for the coffee.

Silence stretched between you two.

Then, Hyunjin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “So… are we gonna talk about this?”

You set the mug down on your nightstand, glancing up at him. “Do we need to?”

His jaw tensed, but he nodded. “Yeah. We do.”

You swallowed. “Hyunjin, it was just the chocolate. That’s why it happened.”

His brows twitched slightly, and for a split second, you thought you saw something like disappointment flash across his face. But it was gone before you could process it.

“Right,” he said, voice carefully neutral. “Just the chocolate.” You weren’t sure why his reaction bothered you.

He let out a half frustration sigh, a faint tsk leaving his lips as he got up to walk towards the door.

You yanked away the blanket, ignoring the light sting in your crotch before he left completely, wrapping your arms around his middle making him freeze.

You pressed the side of your head against his back, heart pounding behind your ribcage.

"Tell me you don't feel the same and we can let this go like it never happened."

Hyunjin looked down at your arms around his body then glanced over his shoulder to look at you. His jaw clenched.

His fingers twitched at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to hold you back. Silence stretched between you both, thick with something unsaid.

Finally, he exhaled, turning to you fully. His voice was low when he spoke, almost cautious.

“Do you really want me to say that?” he asked, voice lower than before.

Your throat felt tight.

Yes. No. You didn’t know.

Your fingers twitched against his shirt, gripping the fabric. “Just say it, Hyunjin.” His fingers sunk into your hair before he exhaled, the weight of his breath brushing against your forehead.

“I can’t,” he admitted.

Your chest constricted, the world around you growing small, only his piercing gaze and the cold air making you shiver.

He unclasped your hold, turning to your clothes rack and grabbed your robe, covering you up.

Why does he do this? Why is he doing this?

"Why didn't you tell me what you felt?" He asked cupping your face, thumb grazing your cheek. His eyes searched for yours, brows furrowing slightly as if he was trying to piece a puzzle he should have solved long ago.

Your arms wrapped around yourself, fingers gripping the fabric of your robe. "Because it never mattered." you mumbled.

Hyunjin's jaw ticked. "That's not an answer."

"Every time I thought about saying something, about asking if we were more than just roommates, I'd hear you come home late after a date," you admitted, your voice shaking. "And then not long after, I'd hear...them..."

Hyunjin's lips pressed into a thin line. You didn't need to elaborate more. He knew exactly what you meant.

The walls of this apartment weren't thick enough to drown out the sounds of the women he brought over. The laughter, the muffled words, the occasional soft moans that cut through the night like a blade straight to your heart.

So you never said anything. Because it was obvious to you. Hyunjin would never have feelings for you.

While he was out dating, bringing girls home, moving on with his life, you had been stuck. Stuck wanting something you knew you could never have.

Hyunjin inhaled deeply, his fingers twitching against your cheek before he finally asked, "Does it still bother you?"

You hesitated. He waited.

You could simply lie. Say that it was because of the chocolate, that last night was a mistake and go back to how things were before. But your heart, your dumb heart screamed at you to be honest.

So you nodded gently, biting your lip.

He sucked in a sharp, low breath, his hand dropping from your face as he took a step back, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip, processing your words.

"I see," he murmured.

The air between you felt thick. Too thick and heavy.

“I was trying to forget you.”

His words hit you like a slap. You blinked. “What?”

Hyunjin let out a humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You think I wanted them?” He glanced at you, eyes dark. “I brought them home because I needed a distraction. Because every time I looked at you, I knew I couldn’t have you.”

Your stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?” you whispered.

His jaw tightened. “I caught feelings first,” he admitted.

“A long time ago. But I thought you only saw me as a roommate, as a friend. And if I told you, if I ruined everything, then what? If you didn’t feel the same, what would happen?”

He exhaled sharply. “So I tried to forget. I went on dates, I let them stay the night. But it never worked.”

Your breath was shaky now.

"Hyun," you started but he let out a quiet scoff, shaking his head. Before you could blink, his mouth crashed on yours, hungry and desperate, as if he was scared you're going to vanish away if he lets go.

You melted into his mouth, letting out what was like a quiet sigh of relief, until you pulled away, the gentle "ch" sound escaping your departing lips, trembling against his hold.

"Can I be yours?" He asked, the question slipping past him as if he had been holding it in forever. Your eyes widened, his words echoing in your heart before it reached your head.

"You..." your words clogged in your throat.

He smiled the softest smile you've ever seen radiate off him. "Yeah," he nodded. "Can I be your boyfriend?"

Of all the things you expected to happen after last night, this was never one of them.

Could he?

Could he be yours?

His gaze softened when you stayed silent, thinking of your answer. "I'm not asking because of what we did yesterday or because I want you to forget what I did before." He murmured, his voice filled with honesty.

"I'm asking because I want you," he continued, his fingers grazing your jaw, grounding you in the weight of his words.

"Not just for a night. Not just because of that chocolate. I want you because...it's always been you."

Your eyes welled, the sincerity in his voice made your heart ache.

The answer had always been there, buried beneath the stolen glances, the lingering touches, the unspoken jealousy. Beneath every time your heart clenched when you saw him with someone else.

And now you were standing here, with Hyunjin telling you he had been feeling just as much as you had.

You swallowed hard, then nodded smiling. “I want you too.”

Relief flooded his face, followed by something brighter and softer. He let out a breathy laugh, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Yeah? You do?” he repeated, almost teasing.

You huffed, the corners of your lips curling. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Hyunjin didn’t need to hear it twice.

His hands cupped your face, his eyes glimmering with something new that made your chest bloom with warmth.

Then, his lips found yours again.

This time, the kiss wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t rushed or fleeting. It was slow, sweet, as if he was memorizing you, promising something without words.

You sighed into him, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer and closer, until there was no space left between you.

Hyunjin’s thumb brushed over your lips. “I guess we’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.”

You smiled, tilting your chin up. “I guess we do.”

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walking funny (part 2) ‧͙⁺* — sam winchester x reader

part 2 precedes part 1 so it definitely can be read first!

word count: 3.6k

summary: sam makes sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

warnings: nsfw 18+!!! completely porn with no plot whatsoever. roughdom! sam, oral f!receiving, bondage, tears, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, p in v, condescending dirty talk, gn! but some good girls here and there

a/n: so yes it has been two months since i posted part 1 and I'm finally getting around to this, which only exists because of daisys request literally from when i posted it so thank you for waiting, i thoroughly enjoyed writing this complete filth so i hope you enjoy @saltcxrcle <33

is putting in the writing from the first fic considered lazy? but I had to include that part. so. also this is the filthiest thing i have ever posted or even written. and i have my reasons for writing this instead of my other work. (I'm writing it slowly and i got horny motivated to write this from unknown rationale)

the chunk in italics is from part 1!! read part 1 here!

The door clicks shut with the force of your back shoved against it.

He’s on you again, fast, his tongue making contact first against your kiss-swollen lips, prying them open. His hands are so tight around your waist, squeezing your flesh. He’s feeling up and down your sides, all while his teeth are nipping at your lips, his tongue delving deep into your mouth.

The air between you is already hot, your body burning beneath his touch. You both practically stumbled through the hallways of the bunker to get to your room. Sam just had this feral look in his eyes the whole night, one that only you would notice. Hot and consuming when you glanced his way. You’d barely had time to be together the past two weeks, with you both being separated by state borders on a hunt. You knew that Sam was just aching to have you.

He groans a little against your open mouth, pushing you into the hardness of the door firmly. It’s when he starts making his way down your neck that your knees buckle, your fingers grasping around his biceps for stability, although your fingers can barely wrap around them.

His hands move fast as he’s pulling up your shirt, revealing the white bra he loves on you. It’s not overly special lingerie, but it’s one of his favourites, which never seems to falter, although you wear it often. It’s lacy, with a pretty cut on the edges.

He leans in and presses firm kisses to each exposed part of your boobs that are pushed together, licking at your cleavage. You whine, grasping onto his hair. It’s not even an overly sensitive part, and it’s just so good. Soon after, he’s biting the edge of your bra, dragging his mouth down your chest, your stomach, further.

Further until he’s hastily fiddling with the fastenings of your jeans. You lean your head back against the door with a little thud, your eyes closed and lips curving into a smile at the thought of what he’s gonna do to you.

He pulls them down fast, the rough texture of the denim burning against your skin a little. He’s gripping your hips hard, pushing your ass back into the solid door. His palms are firm and cutting, his mouth wasting no time finding its destination until his hot breath is against your cotton-covered pussy, gripping your thigh and chucking your leg over his shoulder.

He’s not soft about it. Most times he’ll get on his knees slowly, looking at you, whimpering with those big puppy dog eyes, begging to taste you. Usually you’d be pulling at his hair as he whines into your folds, licking at you desperately.

But now, now he licks at the fabric of your underwear firmly, making you hiss between your teeth. His thumbs digging into your hips is almost painful, but the way you can feel your pussy getting even wetter against his hot mouth overrides that.

“Fuck,” He breathes into your cunt. It’s the first thing either of you have said since stumbling in here.

His fingers fumble for your panties, tugging at them quickly until your pretty folds are bare for his gaze. Glistening and oh so wet.

The cry you let out is too loud to let out right at the door, but god, the feeling of his tongue delving straight into your pussy is too goddamn good.

Your hand immediately instinctively goes to his hair, needing something to hold, something to ground yourself with. But Sam bats it away.

“Don’t,” Is all he says. It cracks your heart a little, but you know it’s not mean. Never mean. He just wants to drive you insane.

You whine pathetically, your hands flailing for something to grab that’s not Sam, but you can only resort to clawing at the door and your own skin in your lust-filled haze, biting your lip hard. You shudder hard when his lips close around your clit, sucking hard. You can’t stop the way your teeth free your lip, and the moan that comes from it. His tongue is still moving as your sensitivity builds, that fluttering feeling coming close—

“Sammy, ‘m close,” You breathe. He knows, of course he does. You don’t have to tell him. But he just reinstates his tight hold, his tongue and lips moving faster, nose nudging your clit as his tongue slides deep, and you can’t hold back. You come with a loud cry, your knee that's holding you up buckling. There’s nail marks in your stomach where your hand gripped tight. You look down at Sam through your hair in your face, and fuck.

His mouth is still at your cunt, his face coated in your slick. Beautifully sinful.

“Bed,” He breathes.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

He’s been biting you all over for fucking forever now.

You’re begging at this point.

“Please Sammy, just fuck me, wha—”

“Shh,” He hushes into your inner bicep, nipping hard. “Wait.”

He’s said ‘wait’ about seven times now.

He’s got you sprawled out on your back, his now bare body atop yours, doing nothing but biting and sucking and kissing everywhere between murmurs of possessiveness, obviously wanting to leave marks. His mouth is fierce and relentless, moving with serious intent. Your cunt is throbbing again, and you squirm, needing something more.

“Sammy—”

“Fine, fine. God,” He’s acting like he’s not enjoying every second of your pouty neediness and isn’t dying for something more either. He sits up a little, grabbing your hip and manhandling you, turning you onto your stomach. Your breath hitches at the position, and you feel Sams hands on your back, feeling up and down.

Then they move to your ass, squeezing it hard. You moan into where your cheek is smushed against the pillow, arching into his touch a little. He laughs, his forearm sliding underneath your hips, hoisting you up onto your knees, your ass up and bared to him.

Your breath catches, your mouth dry. You don’t have anything to say.

“So good, baby..” He muses, his free hand roaming along your arched back, down to your ass, to your slick folds. Two fingers immediately find your entrance, pushing in and stretching you. You cry out at the intrusion, drool already starting to pool onto the pillow. He pushes his fingers deep, motioning his fingers in ways to stretch you out good.

“Ah, that good honey? Sure feels good to me, pretty cunt around my fingers..” His absent-minded dirty talk makes you all the more aroused, your eyes fluttering. It’s not all that long before he’s got you pulsing hard around his fingers, your orgasm close. And that’s when he slips his fingers out. You whine, but you quickly shut up when you see what he’s presented before you as he leans close to your back.

Wet fingers, hovering right before your lips. You waste absolutely no time in leaning in and closing your lips around them, sucking feverishly.

“Dirty girl,” Sam murmurs, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. You just hum, your eyes shut in bliss as you suck, your tongue licking against the pads of his fingers.

Sam rights himself up again, and you feel the tip of his cock slide through your folds to your stretched entrance. Your mouth slackens a bit around his fingers as he slides into you, relentlessly pushing in one clean movement. Your teeth graze his knuckles a little, but with a slap to your ass and his tight grip on your hip you’re back at it, sucking eagerly.

“Good, baby. You good?” He takes your pleased hum and nod as a yes, then he’s retracting down to the tip, before stuffing you full again. He sets a fast pace, his hips slamming into your ass over and over again.

“Shit, such a fucking tight cunt… and tight mouth, look at you sucking away there, huh baby? Like sucking my fingers, yeah?”

You moan at his filthy mouth, feeling so good at the way he’s stuffing you so well, making you feel so full.

“s’ full,” You try to say, but it comes out as muffled, whiny blabber around his fingers.

“Full, huh? I’ll keep you full of me, baby. So full you’ll feel me there tomorrow,” The next thrust is deeper, harsher, and the next is the same. And the next. You feel your orgasm coming close, your drool pooling in your mouth and dribbling down your chin and his knuckles, pooling onto the pillow.

You can’t even care, because you can feel him twitching, you can feel yourself fluttering, and—

“Oh, shit!” Sam says loudly, a heavy breath escaping his lungs as his hips slap your ass again, this time his warm cum accompanying it. You moan loud into the mess of spit, releasing all over his cock deliciously.

He leans in close, licking a bit of spit from the side of your mouth before he retracts his fingers from your mouth. You whine, bordering on tears at how much the loss of sucking on his fingers has on you. Sam notices.

“Aw, honey, need my fingers stuffing that mouth of yours so bad, hm?” He presses the pads of his fingers to your lips again, and you eagerly make to take them again, but he pulls them away, and you instinctively chase after them pathetically. Sam chuckles, his other hand rubbing soothing circles into your marked-up hip.

“Oh, baby,” His thumb prods your chin. “Don’t be so sad now. ‘s okay,” He ends his sentence a little gentler, because he’s always there to soothe you. It’s in his nature.

“My messy girl,” He chuckles once, taking in the way your face, hair and pillow are covered in your drool.

He carefully moves off of you, and you’re quick to follow, waiting for instruction.

“Up here, pretty baby,” He pats his lap as he sits against the headboard. You immediately scramble forward to straddle his thighs. Sam smiles, his fingers moving to some hair stuck on your forehead. You look a mess. A pretty, fucked out mess. Drool all over your cheeks and chin, your hair stuck to it. Undeniably one of his favourite looks of yours.

When he’d undressed earlier, he’d purposefully left his belt hanging over the bedpost. He’d given you a sneaky look when he did it, and you were just waiting for when it was gonna come into play. He slips it off the post now, looking up at the rail just above his head as he threads it through.

“Hold up your wrists.” His voice is rough yet still warm, and you oblige. You’ve never ridden him while restrained before.

You guys are no strangers to bondage; you have lots of fun tying each other up, even though it took a while for Sam to get comfortable with being restrained. But it’s you. He’ll tie every part of him up and make himself utterly defenceless for pleasure from you.

He binds your wrists to the bedposts carefully, threading it through the hole and looping them tight.

“That okay?” He asks, genuine eyes searching yours. A little pain for pleasure is good, but he never wants to really hurt you. Not when so many others do it so often.

“Mhm. Perfect,” You reply quietly, tugging on them just a bit to test them.

Sam smiles back at you, his expression falling back into a trance of pure lust as his hands roam down to steady your hips.

“Show me what you can do.” He’s giving you a bit of command here, but his gaze tells you that he’s expectant. Wants to watch you as you ride submissively.

He pats your hip as a signal to get started, and you rise up, aligning yourself with his cock. It’s already more difficult, not being able to steady your weight on Sams big shoulders. But Sam assists, and you’re sinking down onto his thick cock, filling you again.

His gaze burns through you, his eye-line tilted down to where you both connect. Watching the way he disappears into your cunt.

You throw your head back, moving and grinding your hips hard. You want to give him everything, please him. You know you’re not the one in control here, even if you are on top.

“So fucking good, baby. Keep going,”

You rock your hips a little harder, moving up and down with each glide. You rest your head on your arm, focusing hard on your work. You’ve got Sam panting hard, his eyes shut in ecstasy. You’re showing him what you can do, alright. You ride him hard, sweet and sultry in the way that he likes. You know damn well how to use your hips.

Your moans turn pornographically high pitched, mixing with Sams moans as you both climb close to release. You and Sam come together more often than not. It’s the best feeling in the world. So in tune with each other's bodies that neither of you really have to ask if the other’s close, and you usually come together. Like right now. Hitting a blissful high and coming back down together.

When you go to get off his length, his grip on your hips tugs you back down.

“Again, baby.”

“Sammy I don’t think I can—”

“Yes you can. C’mon, you’re my good girl, aren’t you? My pretty baby? Too talented for just one,”

God, the way he uses those sweet names. Of course he’s gonna get you with that.

“Oh, Sam,” You whine under your breath, a small whimper leaving your lips. The way he thrusts his hips up to you gets you moaning again.

You resume again, although it’s much more sensitive this time. You try hard, you really do, but holy shit, you’re vulnerable. And with the sensitivity and this orgasm taking longer to reach, you feel tears pricking at your eyes, and your efforts weaken, getting tired. You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut. You want to get there so bad, and you just feel so weak.

He decides to grant you some mercy, getting a better grip on your hips as he starts to bounce you himself, muscles flexing. Your breath catches and you moan, your body going slack like a ragdoll in his lap, letting him drag you up and down his cock. The sensations are so overwhelming, yet so good, that you’re crying, hot tears dribbling down your cheeks, into your hair and already wet chin.

Sam’s efforts are much more effective, and you get that pulsing feeling again, squeezing his shaft tight, as blissful warmth tingles through your body, Sam’s release filling you up, his moans filling your ears. You pant into each other's breaths.

He leans in, kissing your wet cheeks, then your mouth.

“Oh, pretty darling. ‘m not done with you yet,”

“Don’t be, please—, but— ”

“One more. Okay?”

You let out a shaky breath and nod. Fuck. How have you had four orgasms and still want more? Want so much more? It’s not like Sam doesn’t satisfy you. Cause he does, a little too well. You’re just insatiably horny tonight. And so is he.

His fingers work at the belt, your wrists a little red as they’re freed. You roll them out, however, you don’t get such freedom for long as he rolls you both over onto your back, grabbing hold of your wrists in one hand.

He raises his brows in a silent question, holding your wrists up. Honestly, you can’t say no to being tied up again when you’re both like this.

“So good, baby. Letting me do whatever I want to you tonight, huh? Do anything to get fucked by me, won’t you?” He teases as he loops up the belt again tightly.

You nod dumbly. “Mhm, anything, Sammy, anything—”

He smiles, his fingers finding your clit. Your body has a shuddering reaction, the sensation equally sore and sensitive. You hiss, wanting more, but there’s pain in the pleasure, and you want his comfort, want to hold him close and pull him in for kisses. You pull against the belt, needing his closeness. Sam notices, of course, but he reads your body language better than a simple sentence. If you truly wanted out, he’d know.

So he proceeds to hook his hands underneath your knees, hoisting your legs up so your calves rest on either one of his shoulders. You're both so hot, your bodies slick with sweat from so much exertion, and you were already tired enough from riding him for so long, but neither of you are done yet.

His presence is heavy and lustful over you, his fingers pushing back the hair that sticks to your forehead as his hand dips down to angle his hardened cock. Both of you and the sheets are a mess of each other, your thighs and outside of your pussy slick from his saliva and when he came there.

"Sammy, I don't—" You whine, your hands squirming against the belt where they're tied in against the bedpost, wanting to grasp onto any part of him you can reach.

"Shh, c'mon, baby, I know. Just one more, yeah? I know you've got it." He coos, coaxing you over with a little tease of his tip to your clit, triggering your eyes to roll back.

"Sammy, I wanna— hold you, please," You beg, desperate whines leaving your lips.*

"Oh, baby," He says condescendingly, a devilish smirk playing on his reddened lips.

"I think your hands are just fine there. Look good wrapped around my belt, yeah? Or would you prefer it between your teeth?"

His thumb comes up to your bottom lip as he speaks, pushing against your parted lips teasingly. He swipes a bit of spit there down your chin, and with a grin, he pushes his cock into your already abused hole, yet still giving you that delicious stretch nonetheless.

He wastes no time in setting a bruising pace, a hand sliding up your arm and gripping the skin underneath the belt harshly as he thrusts in and out of you.

Tears begin to prick at your eyes again from how relentless he's being, tucking your head to the side into your arm as the hot tears slide down your already burning red cheeks. You sob, and Sam moves his other hand that dug into your knee to grip the side of your head.

"Aw, honey, can't take my cock anymore huh? Maybe I just gotta lower your dose," He teases. He knows if he was seriously hurting you or making you uncomfortable you'd tell him to stop, you both communicate and trust each other enough to know that.

His teasing words only make you moan even more, shaking your head rapidly.

"No, no! Sammy please—"

"My baby's so desperate, huh? I'll give you more, baby, c'mon,"

And then he's sliding his arm under your hips, lifting them at an angle and pounding into you deeper and so hard you cry harder, a mess of tears and sobs until you're shaking, your pussy fluttering hard as you feel him cum roughly, his dick twitching inside of you as warmth shoots onto your walls deliciously. He groans, loud, his pace not letting up as he continues to pound into you. Your high-pitched cries are obscene, but you can't help it, your orgasm crashing over you in pleasurable waves, so intense that your nails digging into his skin could almost draw blood.

"Sa— ah— mm—... Sam!" Your words are shaky and broken, your high still hitting you hard, and you're so so sensitive now, but he's still not letting up. Pushing you through the mattress so hard there has to be a dent forming.

Your tears are messy on your neck and chin now, the overstimulation piled on with everything else beforehand just too much. Your legs are trembling hard, and you’d feel bad for the way your knees keep knocking into his temples if you weren’t such a mess.

“I can’t, ah— no more, please—” You’d never thought there’d be a day where you’d wind up pleading Sam to stop, but with everything, and orgasm after orgasm, you just need a breather.

Sam immediately relents at that, his movements stopping, his softening cock still inside you, knowing that the slide out will be harsh.

“’Course, ‘m sorry baby. Too much?”

“Too much, t—“

He nods, giving you a moment before slipping out you slowly, gently lowering your legs down off his shoulders.

“You wanna call it a night? Or just take a break?” He says softly, his fingertips tracing your knee.

You take a long, deep breath. Five orgasms. A lot, but not even your record. You wipe your wet cheeks on your biceps, wiggling your wrists a little. And you know you haven’t had enough, your libido is insanely too high. You want it. You plan on taking his cock deep all night.

“Give me five minutes. And some water.”

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Do you have any bsd hot takes or any popular ships you don’t like

Oooooooh I love this question!! BSD hot takes are my specialty so I’m just gonna rapid fire some with zero elaboration

• Saying that Dazai hasn’t changed is a fundamental misunderstanding of his character, as well as the major themes of the manga. This shouldn’t even be a subject that’s up for debate

• As for ships, I temporarily really disliked Soukoku but it’s grown on me again. I think my most controversial shipping takes would be that I really dislike FukuMori and Atsulucy

• I wish people talked about the Hunting Dogs more!! Like their actual characters, not just simping or ships (not that there’s anything wrong with those things ofc). Jouno specifically is soooooooo interesting to me

• Dazai being suicidal is another subject that shouldn’t be up for debate. Saying he’s not because “his attempts always fail” or “he wants to live” is a horrific misunderstanding of how suicide ideation works

• The reason Atsushi doesn’t feel like the protagonist is because most of the light novel content focuses on the supporting cast, which then gets integrated into the show and gives Dazai more screen time. Reading the manga by itself, Atsushi actually has quite a bit of screen time and development. There are also two light novels focused on him so like,,,yeah

• I’m sorry but it will always be WEIRD to me how many fans switched up on Mori when Yosano’s backstory got animated. It’s fine to like him ofc but why are ppl allergic to focusing on the female characters

• The plot is very straightforward ya’ll it’s like one of the most basic plot structures of all time. Stop acting like it’s impossible to comprehend

• It’s also WEIRD to me how so many fans deny Higuchi being abused by Akutagawa. We see him hit and berate her multiple times, these are textbook examples of abuse. Especially within a professional relationship like theirs that has a power imbalance…again, no idea why this is even a debate

• Look personally. PERSONALLY. I do think Mori is intended to be a pedo. I know a lot of people probably just rolled their eyes so I want to clarify that I have read every analysis you’re about to recommend me that says otherwise. I see that perspective, however it really seems to me that people are doing mental gymnastics to deny the obvious. Again this is just my interpretation so pls lower your guns

• I fucking love Fukuchi he’s one of my favorite antagonists

• Nikolai is queercoded

• I so desperately wish we got more focus on Gin. What we have on her is already so compelling and I would love for Asagiri to flesh her out more

• “Dazai leaving the mafia was a good thing that ultimately saved his life” and “It is rational that Chuuya would be upset over his partner abandoning him with no explanation” are two sentiments that can and should coexist

• Not really a hot take but the Buraiha Trio is my favorite dynamic in the series. I need an entire spin off that’s just them meeting up at Bar Lupin except nothing bad ever happens

• Oda’s death scene is one of the most impactful moments from anything I’ve ever watched or read. It genuinely changed my outlook on life

• And on that note, The Dark Era is my favorite thing to come out of BSD

• It shouldn’t be controversial to say that Dazai was abused by Mori. Not physical or sexual like a lot of fans suggest but child endangerment and manipulation are definitely at play here. Mori’s actions in the Dark Era should be considered an act of abuse on their own

• I don’t care much for The Guild as a whole but the individual characters are super compelling!! Fitzgerald’s comeback is one of my favorite parts of the series and I absolutely adore Louisa, Lucy, Poe, Margaret, and Mark. I hate Nathaniel tho

• I do believe that Ranpo is autistic coded due to Untold Origins, however a lot of fans get very stereotypical and weird with that headcanon. I don’t see that as often now as I used to but it’s still a thing to some degree

• Most fans only look at half of Dazai and Akutagawa’s arc together and completely ignore how it was pointed out to us that Dazai is trying to show Aku the light and make him stronger by pairing him up with Atsushi. He hasn’t stopped training him, he’s just doing so from a distance now because he’s aware he caused Aku a lot of trauma. Not saying their dynamic is entirely positive, but it has changed. There was a whole chapter to point this out!! But people exclusively look at every scene with them through a negative light and it leads to the fandom undermining the development we see from both of them

• Oh and btw, Akutagawa and Atsushi’s partnership is amazing. I’m a big AtsuAku shipper but setting romance aside completely, I love seeing their characters interact. Their banter is so funny and omg the mutual respect between them??? The parallels between their arcs??? The way they help each other grow??? Absolutely fantastic, Asagiri ate with that. I must confess I like them way more then Dazai and Chuuya as a duo

• All these male partnership duos and not a single one for the women, c’mon Asagiri😔 Give us a toxic lesbian pair (I would say Higugin but technically Gin’s partner is Tachihara so they don’t count)

• Kyouka is easily the most underrated character in the series. She’s incredibly well-written and, not to mention, one of the main characters. We see her more than Chuuya and Poe but do people talk about her more than Chuuya and Poe??? No, my baby gets ignored. Sad times we’re living in

• I do believe in the whole “abuse cycle/web” concept, however there is also a healing cycle that is far more important to the story and I hate seeing fans overlook that

• Dazai’s talk with Kyouka at the end of The Guild arc is one of my absolute favorite scenes from the manga and I wish people talked about it more

• Fans joke a lot about Atsushi calling Dazai a good person but I do genuinely believe Asagiri wants us to think of him that way. He is morally gray for sure, but currently he is dedicating his life to saving others, therefore most people in-universe would consider him good. His past actions don’t matter to the every day people he saves on a daily basis. Imo this line was an attempt to challenge what we generally consider to be a “good” person

• To elaborate on that, it directly parallels the scene at the beginning of Dead Apple where Atsushi points out that Dazai is visiting a grave. “Do I look like someone visiting a grave to you?” “Yeah, you do” / “Do I look like a good person to you?” “Yeah, you do.” Atsushi was right the first time, so I believe he was intended to be right the second was well. Why else call back to it???

• Tbh it is objectively hilarious that Dazai doubts himself being a good person directly after saving the city. I understand why but like…sir, cut yourself some slack

• I think the fanon family dynamics are super cute but people should be able to acknowledge that a lot of them aren’t canon (besides, like, Fukuzawa and Ranpo or Bram and Aya). Ranpo and Yosano’s canon relationship is best friends, you can absolutely view them as siblings but don’t treat it like a canon fact

• Yk that post that said “Who the hell gets into bsd and looks for a healthy ship?? Take your sensitive ass back to Haikyuu” ? Yeah. I second that

• As an OCD-er myself I am TIRED of people calling Kunikida OCD. Yes I’ve written him that way before but it’s another thing that people treat as canon which it just…no, that’s not what OCD looks like😭 I could see OCPD or autism tho

• Yes, Kouyou abused Kyouka. Yes, Kouyou cares very deeply about Kyouka. Both of these statements can coexist. Every decision Kouyou makes is motivated by what would be best for Kyouka and if you don’t get that then you won’t understand her character very well

• I want to see Dazai and Kenji interact. Asagiri please

• Since I mentioned Kenji I wanna point out smth very weird I’ve noticed where, when people bring up healthy bsd ships, they tend to only mention the straight ones??? Even if it’s a mischaracterization or the characters have never interacted. It gives me a very weird vibe

• I think Tecchou and Jouno should kiss each other

• Fyodor is probably my favorite antagonist, the chapter with him and Ace is one of my favorites. He’s a good parallel for Dazai and I just love his whole aesthetic. I love the Decay of Angels as a whole, all of them. I’ll also note that his fans seem to understand the manga very well so shoutout Fyodor fans

• Tachihara has an amazing character arc and I hate that the anime cut it out

• Higuchi is so…ugh I love her to death. Her character is the perfect mix of comic relief and tragedy. I once saw someone point out that it’s nice how Asagiri is able to use her for humor without making the jokes misogynistic and I fully agree (although I do have some qualms abt Aku hitting her being used as a joke in that one bonus page). And her finding her place in the mafia, realizing how important she is to the people who work for her???? I adore her, I hope she gets a satisfying ending

• Higugin has so much potential to be explored in fanon and I hate how they always get reduced to the token fluffy wlw ship or how some ppl only like them for the aesthetic. Give me angst!!! Give me toxic doomed yuri!!! Or give me death!!!

• I really like Fukuzawa’s backstory and want to see more of it

• I’ve seen a lot of interesting headcanons for Dazai’s mental health status, and a lot of them feel realistic, but personally I think he’s very obviously intended to have MDD. Nothing wrong with other headcanons ofc, I’ve written him many different ways, but I think since a lot of people downplay the severity of depression, they overlook that option when trying to psychoanalyze severely mentally ill characters

• The light novels have some of the best bsd content and more fans should read them

• I don’t like the “all lesbians love Chuuya” jokes because I am a lesbian and I’m not down bad for him. Do I love him?? Yes. But not in a simp way. He’s more like my gay brother

• Speaking of which- I do really like the gay hc for Chuuya and the bi hc for Dazai but I wish fans weren’t so afraid to step out of the established box!! Nothing is fully confirmed guys, we can headcanon them as whatever we want. Let’s get creative with it

• I wish more fans humanized Yosano the way they do with the male characters. We see from her backstory how much being out on a pedestal hurt her and so it just seems weird that she’s upheld as this flawless girlboss. Yes, she’s a totally badass and a hottie and I love that but there is so much more to her. She has her weak moments just like every other character, and she has such an incredible arc

• On that note I hope everybody who told me Mori is more interesting than her dies in a fire (I’m joking) (ik how Mori fans like to tussle)

• I happen to really like both the Tanizaki siblings. Actually that’s a lie I used to hate Junichirou. I can’t remember why, I think I just found him annoying. No idea what my current opinion is but now I feel kinda bad for hating him so I’ll say I like him now

• Idk why ppl get so pissed when you suggest that Dazai self-harms like. Okay fine ik it’s not fully confirmed that that’s what the bandages are for. But let’s use our brains for a second…

• Ango did nothing wrong

I could go on but this is already absurdly long (edit: cannot believe that autocorrected to wrong, I have never been wrong about anything in my life) so I’m gonna end it on that doorknob confession. I miss my bsd hyperfixation sometimes, the TikTok fandom got on my nerves but it truly is one of my favorite series ever. And not JUST because of Dazai, clearly I have a lot of thoughts on everything about it lol

[livewithluv]

anddd here we go with "you can tell when people are faking DID" again 😐 this tag was full of fun, whimsy and questions for a good two seconds.

no, you cannot tell if a stranger online is faking a disorder, not even professionals are able to properly evaluate people sometimes. it takes multiple sessions for a professional to even consider the idea of malingered DID, or malingering of any disorder.

you are not the professional and highly intelligent person you think you are. you do not have the capability to tell if someone is faking DID based off their tumblr blog, or any other social media.

have none of you gone to fifth grade health class? they have a whole unit about the internet, at least they do in my school, and one of the first things you're taught is "people often don't tell every detail about themselves online.", they teach you to practice internet safety such as not sharing personal details of yourself online, which definitely can include things such as your trauma, details about your system, and darker parts of your life.

most of this "you can tell if someone's faking DID" comes from sanism, and honest to god, hatred for people who.... practice internet safety? like why are you guys mad that not everyone wants to get extremely personal online, and therefore declaring you have some magical ability to go into their head and can decide if they're faking or not?

[tgmsunmontue]

You look like a bad idea... 7/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - based on this idea here. Bradley is not a naval aviator. Canon deaths (it starts at Ice's funeral). Addiction and alcoholism (and recovery) mentions.

PART ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX

PART SEVEN

                He looks at the Top Gun class photo, spies Maverick easily, although he looks so fucking young. Maybe he’s always just been a little bit baby-faced? Then there’s Kazansky and… holy shit. A guy that has Bradshaw as his last name and looks like the spitting image of Bradley Bradshaw. What the fuck? Did Admiral Kazansky marry Bradley’s mom? Where the hell is his actual dad? Could be brothers he supposes. There’s definitely a story there so he does a little digging and it just becomes more convoluted and confusing. Bradley’s father used to fly with Maverick.

                Maverick was flying when his dad died.

                However Maverick wasn’t found to have done anything wrong, and their argument had felt a lot more personal than… well. Killing a parent. Fuck. What a villain origin story. But Bradley is clearly part of the Kazansky family and he has no idea if he’s simply been raised by Admiral Kazansky and his wife or… what. Eh. He decides it can wait for another day. Can ask Trace if his curiosity decides to get the better of him. It’s not like his mind or body has time to think about much else other than the mission ahead of him. He’s dreaming of the fucking course, has every twist and turn so firmly etched into his brain he suspects he could fly it blind. Huh. He might try that in the simulator tomorrow.

                It’s late. Not middle of the night late, but it’s after twenty-one hundred and they have an early start tomorrow. Every day is an early start, either hours in the air or in the sims. He’s just about to call it a night when he hears the persistent knocking at his door and he leaves it for a minute or two, hoping that whoever it is goes away. He hasn’t been called to clear a visitor, so it has to be another of the Dagger squadron, and they should all be getting ready to go the fuck to sleep right now.

                “What?” he demands, pulling the door open.

                Standing there is Bradley fucking Bradshaw and he almost slams the door shut.

                “How did you…” Jake starts, and the realizes that’s a stupid question. This is the maybe son of an Admiral and also a cousin of one of his squadron so there are multiple ways Bradley could legitimately be here on base. He narrows his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, suddenly wishing he was maybe wearing something other than loose sleep pants and singlet. Bradley is wearing slacks and long-sleeved button down shirt, looking every bit as respectable as he had at the funeral, different from the ripped jeans and Hawaiian shirt he’d changed into… after.

                “Evening.”

                “Evening. How do you know where I was staying?”

                “Would you believe I just walked down the row and just knocked on every door?”

                “Did Trace tell you?” Jake asks, ignores the way Bradley is smiling at him, flirty.

                “No. Said you had asked her not to.”

                Jake shrugs, not bothering with denying it.

                “So… you stalking me?”

                “Not intentionally. I picked Natasha up earlier. You were out the front. You’re two houses down from her. Not exactly rocket science.”

                “And you just dropped her home…” Jake states, connecting the very obvious dots.

                “Yep.”

                They stand there in silence, looking at each other and Jake is warring internally with himself, his brain screaming bad idea bad idea bad idea in the same voice as Bitchin’ Betty. The other part of him, his cock mainly, is definitely filling up, his memory offering up image after image of their last close encounter.

                “You gonna ask me in?”

                “Why should I do that?” Jake asks.

                “Because I think you’d rather fuck me in private than on your front step…”

                He doesn’t mean to, but he’s stepping back and letting the door open wider and it clearly looks like an invitation. He doesn’t mean it as one, he doesn’t think he does. Either way Bradley is stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

                “Think you can fuck me hard enough so I black out?”

                Jake thinks he might black out. Jesus this guy just goes for the throat. Jake’s not complaining exactly, but he’s not used to guys being this direct.

                “Uh…”

                “Too much?”

                “No. No. Just… surprised.”

                “Why? I told you to call me. Just figured you were either playing hard to get or…”

                “Or…? I’m not hard to get.”

                “Oh, I know you’re not. You gonna answer my question?”

                “Um. What… remind me what is was again?”

                “I wanted to know…” Bradley starts, and he’s lowering himself to his knees. “If you can fuck me…” he says, palming the loose fabric of his pants over Jake’s cock. “So hard…” he cups Jake’s balls, strokes his definitely over half-way to hard cock through his pants. “I black out…”

                “Jesus Christ…”

                “You up to the task? Or should I go looking elsewhere?”

                Jake doesn’t want to ask where else he might look, suspects he already knows the answer. He’s not stupid, realizes Bradley is maybe using him to get back at Maverick somehow. He’s been used for worst things. This uses him but also gets him laid well and proper with a guy who knows how to treat his partner right, so he doesn’t have any complaints.

                “I can… yeah. Fuck. Okay. Bed. Come on.”

                Bradley looks smug, his hands on Jake’s hip anchoring him as he raises back to his feet. Sways forward and presses himself against Jake’s front.

                “Lead the way… we can resume this in the bedroom.”

[aethtalon]

Okay, I'm kinda fixated on this scene right now. DS9 is my fav Star Trek series and I've seen the most of it out of any Trek, but not all. (Plus it has been at least 4 years since I last watched any DS9.) And this post is definitely my first time seeing this scene. I'm not sure my analysis is correct, but I'm gonna throw it out there along with pointing out the building blocks so that it's

A) understandable to non-trekkies

And

B) easily able to be refuted if I get shit wrong.

So. The two focus characters are Odo (the one who is declared to look different. He's a shapeshifter, technically his base form is an amorphous puddle and this is the form he uses to interact with everyone else. He's the constable of the space station on which this is taking place.) and Quark (the one who gets kissed on the forehead. He's a Ferengi, which is species with a heavily capitalistic culture. I believe it's stated more than once that a Ferengi would sell their own mother for enough 'gold plated latinum'. He owns and runs the bar they're currently in and is also a smuggler that Odo has yet to truly pin legally. Most of the time if there's shady shit happening on the station, he has a hand in it.) Both Quark and Odo are generally viewed as protagonists within the series.

Other significant characters involved in this scene are Sisko and Dax. Benjamin Sisko is the man in the red and black outfit taking immense glee in the scene. I can't recall if his official title is Captain or not, but he is the head starfleet administarator on this space station.

Dax is a little harder to explain. One of the other protagonists of the series is Jadzia Dax. Her species is called Trill and she's part of the Starfleet staff of the station as science officer. One of the significant notes about the Trill is that after a rigorous selection process, some few are allowed to undergo a surgery to join with a symbiont. These symbionts are incredibly long lived and can have multiple hosts within their lifetime. Jadzia the Trill is symbiont Dax's 8th host. The symbionts carry each host's memories and skills with them throughout their life.

This all is significant because, between the changes in Odo's appearance (fuller and more colorful hair than usual as well as the brown stippling/freckles in the hairline) as well as a previous commenter's mention of Curzon (Dax's 7th host) I suspect that either

A) Odo is temporarily hosting Dax for some reason

Or less likely (but it is star trek)

B) Odo is somehow currently fused with Curzon Dax even though Curzon was already dead when the series began?

(If either of these are the case, I think Odo's full name in this scene would be Odo Dax or Odo Curzon Dax or some such, but for simplicity I will continue referring to him as Odo)

Now then, one of the things I find really significant here is that Odo grabs Quark by his lobes (the large outer part of his ears) in order to manhandle him. A male Ferengi's lobes have cultural significance that I won't get into. But! They're also incredibly sensitive and it is implied if not outright stated that there's a sexual implication to touching them, so probably an erogonous zone.

Which means that to me, this scene reads roughly as your 'will they won't they, love to hate them' frenemy walking up to you and publicly, *in the business you own*, grabbing you by the crotch to pull you in for a forehead kiss followed up by seductively declaring "I love how you defy me. Get me a drink."

Which really puts Quark's reaction in perspective.

Many things going on here

1. Quark asking "what happened to your face???" with the most genuine concern I think he's shown anyone ever

2. How Curzon's influence gives Odo the confidence to do things he wouldn't do otherwise and apparently one of these things was to kiss Quark

3. The way you can visibly see Quark's brain blue screening behind his eyes after getting smooched

4. The pitiful and palpably submissive "ahh" he squeaks out before walking right into a wall

5. Sisko's immense glee watching this entire thing unfold

[the-magpie-archives]

Literary analysis for podcasts: my top tips

Recently some of my analysis posts have been getting notes again and it made me think that maybe I can share some advice with those of you who are interested in writing about similar things but feel hesitant to! I'm by no means an expert but I love writing and reading media analysis, and I'm sure some of you do too. This is primarily for social media and blogging, but some of it applies to academia too!

1. Know your media

This one's pretty obvious, but useful! Definitely write notes of your thoughts the first time you listen to a podcast, but if you're able to listen multiple times you can gain insight into what piques your interest again, and also what you missed the first time/s that other people might've missed too.

2. Know your audience

Engaging with the community of said media can add even more depth and interest to your writing and theories. Look at what people are already putting out there: what are their headcanons? What's controversial? What is nobody saying? There's always something new to be found, even if you're exploring a really popular aspect of the story.

3. Write for yourself

In my experience this is the most important thing. Even if you tailor your writing in a way you think will suit everyone, somebody will still disagree with you, so it's better to write what you think and feel (in a respectful and conciontious way) than to try and make everyone like it. There's always hate, but there's also always appreciators!

4. Don't undervalue transcripts

For some reason when I first started analyzing podcast content I was really against looking in the transcripts? I'm sure you're not, but either way make sure to read them if you can, there's often extra tidbits of information in them, and they can help you understand!

5. Sometimes how it was said can be even more interesting than the sentence itself

It can be so interesting to look into a voice actors choice; podcasts present the unique challenge of an audio only word, so phrasing can really make a difference and be interesting to analyse. It's also interesting to compare notable lines to the speech pattern an actor or character usually uses.

6. Sounds effects and audio design can be just as interesting as storylines

This is something really specific to audio dramas, as again they rely only on sound. I think it's easy to underestimate the difference that the sound design can make, but as it's something everyone interprets differently I find it a really juicy topic for analysis.

7. Have a look at the producer/creator's other work

This can be another really cool topic for analysis if you're interested in the maker themself! It can uncover common links in their work, introduce you to new media, and give you new perspectives on the media you started with! Also, as all of you creators will know, there's a chance they reused cut parts of your favourite podcast in another they made...

8. Be self indulgent...

I kind of already said this but I can't say it enough... Write about what you love, share your brainrot, share the weird little things you think (as long as they're appropriate to...). Just share your joy and it'll probably make other people happy too!

Hopefully some of this will be helpful! It's not all podcast specific, but it all certainly applies. And remember, if you think this is all really obvious, you may not be the target audience, but you can share it with someone who might be! And also, as always, please feel free to add your own tips in the tags!

[tumblerislovetumblerislife]

some catland genderplay filth for my beloved's birthday @dont-offend-the-bees 😘

wishful spit drips from lipstick lips (and we're gasping) (7782 words) by ObsessedWithFandom Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cat King (Dead Boy Detectives)/Charles Rowland (DCU), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland, Cat King (Dead Boy Detectives)/Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland (DCU) (background) Characters: Charles Rowland (DCU), Cat King (Dead Boy Detectives), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Makeup, Genderplay, Feminization, pretty girl Charles agenda, Anal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Degradation Kink, fuck you. butchfemmes your catland, blaming it all on lukas gage and that crazy photoshoot he did, which one? yeah., Mirror Sex, Charles Rowland Has a Praise Kink (DCU) Series: Part 2 of pretty girl charles agenda Summary: “Be honest, mate, are we having a teen girl sleepover?” Charles called after him, resting his chin on his hand. Grinned up at Thomas as he returned with an overfull makeup bag in hand. “C’mon, what’s next? Gossiping about boys? Playing dress-up?” Thomas snorted. “I don’t know what teen girl sleepovers you went to, but those are the least fun parts of ‘em.” His head tilted in consideration, his eyes glinting dangerously. A predator sizing up prey. Charles ignored the shiver slinking its way down his spine. “Well…” Or: Charles and Thomas have some fun during what’s definitely not a teen girl sleepover.

and because i have no self-control, another one

[rivereverie]

Was Astarion lying in this scene?

So there's a line that stands out to me from one of Astarion's act 1 scenes, when he admits that the player character was his first taste of blood from a person. When I first saw this scene and ever since, I've felt a bit conflicted about it, because I'm not sure whether or not he's lying. I do believe that Cazador wouldn't ever let him ever drink a person's blood, because he wants to degrade and torment him as much as he can, but it seems very possible that Astarion might have bitten one of his victims in the past, given that he was so starved. He'd certainly be punished horribly for it, but I think there's a definite possibility it happened at least once. The whole "you were my first" line came across to me as potentially a part of his manipulation, because that just sounds exactly like pandering straight to the player character's desires, trying to make us feel special. But the way that the line is delivered also puzzles me, because with the way he kind of mutters and looks to the side, it seems like he could be genuine here. But Neil Newbon is a legend and maybe he's just that good at portraying a well-delivered lie. I'm not sure if this topic ever comes up again, but it seemed pretty significant in terms of just how meaningful that first bite was, on multiple levels. I'm curious to know what others think and if I'm missing anything.

[jedi-enthusiast]

And trying to talk sense into bigoted idiots like you who don't bother to do their research is somehow worse than trying to talk sense into a MAGA Republican.

Real quick, because I know you just heard the word from some TikToker with a couple thousand likes on their video, what EXACTLY is a Zionist? What's the definition, since you're so "well-informed" and totally not just parroting shit you've heard on social media?

...no answer? Great! The definition of Zionism, in it's simplist definition because there are many different sects, is just "the national movement for the return of the Jewish people to their homeland and the resumption of Jewish sovereignty in the Land of Israel" ...which, since I'm sure you'll find some way to turn this into a bad thing, is basically just the Jewish version of a "land back" movement.

To quote this page which answers the question "is Zionism Racism?":

"Zionism is the national liberation movement of the Jewish people, which holds that Jews, like any other nation, are entitled to a homeland. History has demonstrated the need to ensure Jewish security through a national homeland. Zionism recognizes that Jewishness is defined by shared origin, religion, culture and history. The realization of the Zionist dream is exemplified by more than four million Jews, from more than 100 countries, including dark-skinned Jews from Ethiopia, Yemen and India, who are Israeli citizens. Approximately 1,000,000 Muslim and Christian Arabs, Druze, Baha'is, Circassians and other ethnic groups also are represented in Israel's population."

So, in short: no, it's not racism.

And I KNOW you didn't bother to do any research because, if you did, you'd know that the ACTUAL movement you should hate is Kahanism, which is a racist fascist ideology that seeks to take over every part of the Palestinian territories, keep Jews and non-Jews segregated, and then either expel or enslave Palestinians and non-Jews.

Just because bigots like you decided to take a word you knew NOTHING about, do ZERO research, and then use it to justify your antisemitism and xenophobia doesn't change the actual meaning of the word---and I'm not gonna let you assholes try and rewrite this shit to act like your the "good guys" for being antisemites.

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Now onto your actual points:

1. When did I say Jews were the only people who've ever been genocided? I pointed out the fact that it was a word coined by a Jew for a Jewish tragedy because CLEARLY all of you forgot that---which shows by you calling Jews nazis, saying they're the same or WORSE than the people who murdered millions of their people, and trying to turn the Holocaust into something it's not by making about every other group but Jews.

Maybe if y'all actually thought before you said shit like "what's happening in Palestine is the new Holocaust" (something I have seen multiple people say) then maybe I wouldn't feel the need to remind you where the word "genocide" comes from.

2. By all means, please point to the specific article that says that 7.9% of Palestine's population, which would be 395,000 people, have been killed---because my numbers have been reported on by MULTIPLE articles. Not to mention that, if you're saying that the original numbers they had were actually wrong and there's 40% MORE people dying, then their original numbers are also vastly different from every other paper reporting on the comflict---putting their original "wrong" numbers at 237,000 dead.

Not to mention that Israel has, for the most part, TRIED to reach a ceasefire but Hamas keeps refusing to give back the hostages and the bodies of those who've died---which, I'll remind y'all, is a fucking war crime.

3. Where did I say that unless the number is big people dying is fine? Where? If you'd bothered to look at literally any other post I've made on the subject, you'd know that I constantly HARP on the fact that people dying in this war AT ALL is HORRIBLE and TRAGIC and that I feel terrible for all of those affected. However, this was a post I made to discuss the statistics of wartime deaths vs. the Holocaust---since that is what people like you constantly compare this conflict to.

I was pointing out the numbers because, from how people like you like to act, you're treating this WAR as if Israel is the only country in the world that has ever gone to war and had civilian deaths---that Israel is SINGULAR in how terrible and awful they are. You don't treat any other country, or any other group, as awful as you treat Israelis and Jews for things that their GOVERNMENT is doing.

Russia is also in a war with Ukraine, and this war more closely resembles a genocide than the Israel/Hamas war, so where is this attitude towards Russians? Why are y'all not harassing Russians? Why are y'all not saying Russia should be nuked off the face of the earth along with everyone in it? Why aren't y'all demanding that Russians be excluded from literally every world event because they're "evil?"

I don't actually think these things should happen, but I find it pretty interesting that y'all will do this shit/defend it happening to Jews and Israelis because of your "moral outrage," but apparently your moral outrage only pops up where Jews and Israelis are involved?

Interesting.

4. How is me making a post pointing out that the Israel/Hamas WAR is not a GENOCIDE me running around with my head cut off?

Hamas may not be an official army, but they certainly are one---one whose literal CHARTER and GOALS state that they want Jews either enslaved or exterminated. They are a terrorist organization DEDICATED to this, so no I'm not gonna pretend that they're not a threat after what happened on Oct. 7th---where INNOCENT CIVILIANS were KIDNAPPED, RAPED, MUTILATED, AND MURDERED which includes WOMEN and CHILDREN.

I thought you cared about stuff like that, right? Oh, but apparently not, apparently the murder, rape, and kidnapping of innocent women and children doesn't matter when it comes to Jews and Israelis. Apparently Hamas isn't hurting anyone and isn't a threat even though they carried out Oct. 7th, even though they've been firing missiles and attacking Israel since then, even though people like YOU keep parroting their antisemitic lies and Jew-killing rhetoric or excusing their actions---therefore giving them more of a platform and more support for their cause [aka killing Jews].

I'm not gonna let y'all forget all the posts your movement made after Oct. 7th PRAISING what they did, being vocal about your support of them, and harassing anyone that tried to tell y'all that you were supporting terrorists.

And you wanna talk about Palestinian deaths? Why don't you talk about the fact that your beloved Hamas has stolen aid from Palestinian civilians and shot them when they've tried to take the aid meant for them? Why don't you talk about the fact that Hamas has made their bases in/below hospitals and schools and civilian areas so that they've become part of the "war zone" and therefore no longer safe (essentially trying to use the civilian population as a body shield)? Why don't you talk about the fact that Hamas is literally recruiting and using CHILD SOLDIERS for their attacks because they don't give a damn about children or civilians or Palestine?

Sorry but I'm not gonna take your "what about the WOMEN and CHILDREN" whining seriously when it's clear that you don't actually care about women and children, since you act like the deaths of Jewish and Israeli women and children don't matter and Hamas "isn't a threat" or "hasn't done anything" for people to worry about.

5. I'm sorry, but Israel literally houses 50% of the Jewish population in the ENTIRE WORLD, so yeah I'm gonna bring that up when people in your group are calling for the eradication of the country and everyone in it.

Also YOU GUYS are the ones that conflated Jews with Israel, YOU GUYS ARE THE ONES THAT STARTED THIS---you harass random Jews for no reason other than they're Jewish, you deface Jewish monuments and events, you want to exclude Jews from every space unless they denounce their Jewishness, you turned a Jewish word (Zionist) into some kind of slur, etc. etc.

YOU are the ones who did this, not me and not anyone else.

Also, not that it matters, but I'm not even Jewish (yet, at least) but it's funny how you saw someone calling out people like you for being a hypocrite when it comes to Israel and you IMMEDIATELY assumed that I was Jewish and trying to victimize myself---but who is conflating Israel with Jews again?

I don't think jack shit is gonna happen to me, personally. The antisemitism I've "faced" has largely just been miniscule in regards to my prospective conversion. But BECAUSE I stand for science, logic, and ethics I'm not gonna sit around and do nothing while bigots like you treat Jews and Israelis as sub-human for the crime of simply existing.

And finally 6. yeah, Israel and Palestine lived in peace for decades and I do believe they can do so again...but not with Hamas. HAMAS were the ones that broke the peace by carrying out Oct. 7th, HAMAS were the ones preventing a ceasefire by refusing to release the hostages, and HAMAS has to go if there's going to be any hope of peace---which is literally what the war is about. Dismantling Hamas.

I never once said civilian deaths were okay, that the deaths of children are okay, YOU are the one saying that and putting words in my mouth simply because I pointed out that you and yours hold Israel to a standard that you hold literally NO OTHER COUNTRY to.

So why don't YOU get your head out of your ass and go touch some grass?

Like I said, being a bigot in a rainbow t-shirt doesn't make you any better than the ones that wear swastikas 🤷‍♀️

I'm taking the word "genocide" away from Leftists and the "pro-Palestine" movement, because clearly y'all have never opened a single dictionary EVER and lack basic critical thinking.

The word "genocide" was coined by Polish Jew Raphael Lemkin to describe the horrifying systematic mass murder of Jews during the Holocaust, where 63% of all the Jews in Europe and 39% of all the Jews IN THE ENTIRE WORLD were murdered.

THAT is what genocide is.

Now let's take a look at a couple death toll estimates via the percent of the population during World War 2, since that's a pretty recent war that I'm sure everyone knows about:

Do you want to know the percent of the Japanese population that was killed during that war? 3.5%.

Now, guess the population percentage how many Germans were killed. Any guesses? 6%.

The US lost about .2% of our population, the French lost .5%, and then the British lost .55%.

Now that you have those statistics, what do you think the population percentage of Palestinians that have died during the Israel/Hamas war is? Any guesses?

It's 62,614 casualties, which we'll round up to 63,000 for simplicity, out of the total population of Palestine which is above 5 million (but we'll keep it at just 5 million for simplicity), and that gives us...

...1.26%.

I want all of you to take those numbers and think on that.

Think on whether or not you've ever tried to argue that Germans or the Japanese were being genocided in WW2, since they lost a bigger percentage of their population during that war than Palestine has.

Think on whether or not you've said that the US, UK, or any of the other Allied Powers should be nuked off the face of the earth, or that everyone---including civilians who've done nothing---should be murdered/raped/mutilated/etc. because of what their governments did during that war.

Think on whether or not you've harassed people from the US, UK, or other Allied countries for what went on during WW2 or excused harassment of them behind a tagline of "we're just protesting."

...

And then think on why you find it acceptable to treat Jews and Israelis like complete and utter SHIT, harass them, justify the murder and rape of their people, and say that the ONLY country that has ever actually been SAFE for them to live* should be wiped off of the face of the earth along with everyone living there (which is 50% of all the Jews in the entire world, mind you, which would be WORSE than what happened during the Holocaust...just so y'all know what you're advocating for)---for the "crime" of fighting in a war that was started by a terrorist organization dedicated to wiping Jews off the face of the earth, and having a total death toll percent less than what other countries had in WW2.

I want all of you to think real hard on that and then try to tell me that you're on "the right side of history" because you think being bigoted in a rainbow t-shirt makes you any better than the ones wearing swastikas.

[music-for-sushi]

My favourite thing about Stucky is the nonexistency of it (if we stay as close to canon as possible, as that's how I like my ships).

It's agnsty, probably unrequited or simply not accepted, buried deep inside. I like the unhappy ending, Steve leaving Bucky, because it's good, interesting, full of emotions. It's the definition of hurt/no comfort. (If I were to read fanfic about them, I'd read that moment.)

And this is all I like about it. Because apart from this heavy angst, the tragedies, I find it extremely boring. The whole ship. Everything good is the sad part, but they can't be sad forever. And, it just doesn't exist.

Sambucky (my babies) however, it's the perfect amount of happiness, sadness, hurt/comfort. Enemies to friends to lovers. It's a nice slow burn. Everything can stay really really close to canon, like it almost is, but still, we can speculate, have our own theories. Sambucky has some angst, as both characters have a lot of truma, but that's not all there is to them.

I'm contrary, I feel like all Stuck is (for me), is a sad past.

I enjoy Sambucky fics where Bucky was in love with Steve at one point (and Sam with Riley). Because yes, one person can have multiple big loves, love that feels like it's the right one, when it isn't. The important thing is, that in the end, Sam and Bucky find one another and learn to love each other.

They change, develope, learn to love each other. There are so many layers to their relationship, even if you don't ship them. And these layers, they are not all tragic. Most of them aren't. Sam and Bucky are made for each other, even if it may not seem like that at fist (pre tfatws), but they are, especially because of this.

And I don't want to compare them a lot, Sambucky and Stucky, because they shouldn't be. They can coexist, peacefully. I believe they should (no one can convince me that Bucky wasn't head over heels for Steve). Still, all Stucky has is tragedy and heartbreak while Sambucky is healing.

[hana-a-chattic]

Tsukishima's arc is (kinda) subversive and I need to talk about it!!

Also known as: Tsukkiyama is so everything for me pt 3 (but it's not shipper-y, it's about canon) (and I haven't written pt 2 yet??? lol)

Haikyuu!! is definitely a Shōnen Jump series, with great execution of old & gold tropes: the "light" and "darkness" double protagonists, multiple rivalries, training arcs and tournament arcs one after another etc. But Tsukishima Kei's character arc, specifically, kinda... breaks? and maybe even makes fun of the classics? (Which, if it is- very fitting for Tsukishima, huh)

You're probably familiar with "talk no jutsu" meme. In case you're not - it comes from the prequel to absolute banger series Boruto (I know this joke is overused. I like it, leave me alone), which involved its main character resolving so. many. troubled characters' arcs by leading them to light with his mid-battle speeches about hardships and hope and friends and trust, that people couldn't help but meme it. However, Naruto is indeed one of generation-defining sort of series, and as overused as it may be, this plot point creates many a powerful, emotional moments.

Haikyuu!!, of course, also does this. Having Hinata first blindly (literally and figuratively) trusting Kageyama, then (also literally and figuratively) grabbing Yachi's hand to help her take a step forward. Oh, also giving Asahi a thing or two to think about? All that jazz.

And I, personally, fully expected this to happen with Tsukishima. When the time comes, it will be mostly left to Hinata to, Idk, annoy him into character development I guess? This is shōnen, he's the "I can show you the world~" hero, that's just how it is, right?

Wrong.

We get the tense lead up. We get the flashback. We get the "Can ye help him, o protag-kun?" scene with Yamaguchi. And Hinata goes, basically: Uhhh... seems kinda like a you problem? 🤨 (Off-topic, but I l-o-v-e this as a Hinata character moment, too. This was maybe when I started legit liking him: realising how actually emotionally mature he is? The dude knows when it's not his time to get into someone else's mess, he sees the "do not enter" sign and is chill about it. I'm so sad this part of him gets overlooked so often)

The dialogue here is very simple, but very significant:

"Hinata, what would you say to Tsukki? Like you did to Kageyama and Yachi" <...> "What would you say to Tsukishima, Yamaguchi?"

This is where my theory that this is a little jab comes in - because in meta way, you can read this as, wouldn't it make more sense if the person he's connected to the most would be the one doing the talking? Not the random passerby protagonist like y'all like to do. But maybe I'm just weird. Even without any sort of meta reading though, this is still a great character writing.

Because yeah, why would Hinata talk to the guy? They don't even like each other. Hinata says it as it is: I have no idea what his deal is, there's nothing for me to say. They're also very different people, and whatever Hinata would say, honestly, is likely to not even resonate with Tsukishima. And that's not even accounting for the fact that Tsukishima might not listen to Hinata, at all. With all his defensive walls that Hinata is never shown to be invited inside or breaking through. But it's told to us ahead of this with visual language that Yamaguchi is.

Yes, I am talking about the headphones off while they walk together despite both being silent scene. Which seems a pretty obvious showcase of Kei's willingness to listen, if not him actually waiting for Yamaguchi to say what's on his mind.

And- of course it's him! If there's anyone there Tsukishima might allow himself to not build a front for, that would be the childhood friend who's known him since elementary school. Who knows him inside and out. Who knows why he's like this. With anyone else, it would be so easy to brush them off by a simple "You don't know what you're talking about, why do you even care". But... Yamaguchi knows. And Yamaguchi cares. Because that's his best friend. And Yamaguchi is the one person Tsukishima never just brushes off, actually, if you pay attention.

It had to be Hinata.

But in Haikyuu!!, it had to be Yamaguchi. To get Tsukishima Kei moving, it had to be his caring, supportive, strong-willed but not pushy, and very, very cool best friend.

P.S. For ppl who wanna say this type of rule-breaking isn't that uncommon nowadays, please also note Haikyuu!! did this in 2014, ie 10+ yrs ago.

[evalevaeva]

Oh Mama! | Ahn Sooho Weak Hero class 1

-in which Ahn Sooho sees the girl of his dreams (whc1 is on Netflix now!! Go watch!!)

Ahn Sooho wasn’t one for wasting time, except for maybe the occasional drinks; he had more on his mind than most middle schoolers had. He had multiple part time jobs just to support himself and his grandmother, but there was always a gnawing feeling in his heart. It was almost as if he was yearning for something. Not money, but a person.

“Sooho… are you sure you’re fine?” Beomseok asked as he sat next to him.

Sooho had been deep in thought for the past ten minutes, elbow resting on the table as his hand supported his cheek. The boy seemed as if he was coming up with a master plan to take over the school.

“Why is it we never get to see the girls from the school opposite of us? I mean, we’re less than fifteen footsteps away, but we never see them. It’s as if there’s some magical barrier stopping us!” Sooho said as he took a spoonful of rice into his mouth. “They have to be angels or something if their school leaders are so protective of them!”.

Sieun grimaced as he took a tissue and wiped off the rice Sooho had spat onto his uniform. “Maybe swallow your food before you talk? Then you’ll get to see them?”.

Sooho whined to himself as he ate his lunch.

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

You had never been one to spend much time in the dating scene. Maybe the occasional confession from the boys from Byuksan Middle School but none of them had ever caught your eye. You were one of the girls who could be described by the word ‘sweetheart’. Whether it was true or not, the boys at Byuksan Middle School couldn’t care less.

Maybe it was true, your grades weren’t stellar or your piano skills weren’t amazing, but you were amazing enough to have people admire you.

It was around six in the afternoon as you made your way out of school, walking on the designated pavements as you took a step out the school gate. The cold winter air was starting to arrive and you pulled your brown coat closer to your body, hoping it would be enough to keep you warm until you arrived home. Your AirPods were in your ears, a classical song playing. The piano and violin made your steps fast as you walked down the hill from the school to the bus stop. That was, until your AirPods decided to die.

“Shit…” you muttered as you stopped, taking out the case from your pocket and putting your AirPods in them. Instead, you took out wired headphones from your bag pack as you untangled them.

“Oh Mama!”

You looked up in confusion at the exclamation as you saw a boy, definitely around your age, clasping his hand over his mouth with his eyes wide as he looked straight at you from across the street. He was tall, very tall. Had a weird haircut but his face made up for it.

Your eyes went from his hair, eyes, lips then his uniform as the familiar logo caught your eye.

“Byuksan Middle School,” you muttered as you smiled politely at the boy but quickly made your way to the bus stop, knowing the type of guys that roamed in that school.

There was no in between; nerds, delinquents, bully victims and then you have the type where their only weakness is their personal problems.

From the sight of his muscles, he was definitely a delinquent type.

“Not my cup of tea” you muttered to yourself as you put your earbuds in.

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Sooho was starstruck. The poor lovesick fool sat in the cafeteria with a big grin. Sieun and Beomseok shared a look as Sieun snapped his fingers in front of the boy’s face.

“Are you sick or possessed?” Sieun said as he sat back in his seat, unapproving.

“If you’re not feeling well, we could just eat in the classroom? Or go to the nurse’s office?”Beomseok suggested as Sooho suddenly slammed his fists on the cafeteria table in determination, causing Beomseok and everyone in the area to flinch from the sudden sound.

“I’m going to find her,” Sooho suddenly stated in resoluteness.

Sieun raised an eyebrow as he said, “Who?”.

Sooho simply gave him a smirk.

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Sieun could’ve slapped his friend right then and there. Sooho had dragged the two to the same spot he had seen you the previous day, wanting them to experience the same eye-opening experience.

“I have Math Academy, you idiot. I need to go,” Sieun said as Sooho had a tight grip on his coat still.

“No, you’re not getting it! If you had seen her, you’d be lovestruck too! The way she walked down the hill with the wind in her hair!” Sooho said as he practically had heart eyes, his expression dreamy.

Beomseok had a smile as he said, “Okay, let’s see if she’s here today. Do you remember how she looks like?”.

“Are you kidding? I’m pretty sure I saw her in my dreams last night. Or was it this morning? I can’t remember. Her face is imprinted…” Sooho said as he grasped his hand over where his heart was, his expression desperate, “In my heart”.

Sieun had his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at his friend in disgust, “Good Lord”.

“Girls from the school down the street are known for being pretty. Maybe you’re right, she’ll really have us that smitten too” Beomseok spoke, trying to understand Sooho’s behaviour.

“Right on the jackpot my friend!” Sooho said as he gave Beomseok a slap on the back.

It had been well over an hour and Sieun wasn’t happy. The boy had a frown as he kept checking the clock on his phone. Most of the girls from the school down the street had gone home, and it didn’t seem like you were coming anytime soon.

“Sooho, maybe she’s already gone home?” Beomseok said as Sooho desperately paced the pavement with Sieun’s jacket in the grip of his left hand, forcing the boy to pace with him.

“It can’t be. She was going home at the same time yesterday!” Sooho said as he looked like a sad puppy.

“Maybe she had extra classes or club activities, idiot. She might’ve had free time after school and went home already,” Sieun said as he took the opportunity to poke Sooho in the side, causing the taller boy to release his grip on his jacket.

Sieun sighed as he said, “Maybe your little fantasy girl will appear tomorrow. Just get to your job already, you’ll be late”. The boy looked at his phone as he grumbled, “I’m already late to my academy, i’ll get going now”.

Beomseok patted Sooho on the shoulder as he reassured his friend, “Maybe Sieun’s right. She’ll be here tomorrow, I can feel it. I’ll accompany you to work, how about that?”.

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“Boss! I’m here!” Sooho sang as he walked into the restaurant and went to the back as he put on his apron.

“Sooho! Help me with these orders!” The boss, a woman in her late fifties said as she prepared the food, placing the raw meat on a tray and handing it to Sooho. “There’s also orders for more soda at table five!”.

“Right away ma’am!” Sooho saluted as he got the meat to tables six, two and ten, before going to the fridge to get the four sodas, holding it to his chest as he walked over and placed it on the table.

“Four sodas,” Sooho said as the customer turned and made eye contact with him.

“Oh Mama”.

His breath was taken away right then and there. The idiot couldn’t believe his eyes. Sieun and Beomseok were right. You had gone home. But now you were here, eating barbecue with your friends, at his workplace. Smiling and giggling with them as you engaged in conversation.

“Oh it’s you” you couldn’t help but say as you recognised him.

“Yes, it’s me” Sooho wiped his hands on his apron as he cleared his throat and stood up straight, puffing up his chest.

The other girls at the table couldn’t help but notice the exchange as you asked, “I saw you and your two friends standing outside the school for an hour. What was that about?”.

Sooho gulped. How was he supposed to explain that he had waited for an entire hour with two of his friends just to catch a glimpse of you? You’d think he was a total creep.

“I wasn’t. I.. had to pick up… my cousin!” Sooho said as he tried to play off the situation. “She’s a student there so I had to pick her up. Can’t let her go home on her own. Dangerous world out there”.

The other girls at the table giggled as you raised an eyebrow and scoffed in disbelief, a smile ghosting your lips, “your friend dragged you away from the school, I’m pretty sure. Picking up your cousin? That’s a new one. Usually they outright admit they were waiting for us and beg us for a date”.

Sooho was as finished as the meat on the grill. You had definitely caught on and knew what he was up to. Sooho cleared his throat as he said, “I have a good explanation, I’m sure. Honestly, I just wanted to talk to you. I mean, you’re so pretty and I wanted to ask you out!”.

Sooho realised what he had said as he looked at you in shock. The girls at the table also stopped as they realised what he said rambled. You looked at him, not saying a word, causing the poor boy to sweat till no tomorrow.

“I mean- Only if you’d want to?” Sooho tried to save the situation.

You looked at the boy from his head to his feet as you took in his appearance.

Tall, good looking, hard worker from the fact he was working a part time job so late at night, seems outgoing, hilarious. No cons so far.

“Are you a delinquent?” You asked him as he instantaneously denied it. “No! What would make you even think that?”.

You shrugged, “You just have the look for it”.

“Tell you what, put your number in,” you said as you handed him your phone. A chorus of ‘ooohs’ sounded from the table as Sooho hastily punched in his numbers, his palms sweaty and feeling as if he’d drop the phone at any second.

He left a missed call before handing you back the phone as he said with a sense of confidence, “I’ll text you”.

Sooho walked off to continue serving customers as you were a little taken aback by his sudden confidence. It was… attractive, and you had to admit it. Your friend elbowed you as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up” you said as you rolled your eyes and ate a piece of meat off the grill.

Later that night, you laid in bed in your pyjamas as you got a text.

“Are you up?”.

You rolled your eyes with a small smile as you rolled onto your front, propping yourself up with your elbows as you typed a response back.

“I am. What are you up to?”.

Sooho sat up on the couch in the staff room of the barbecue place as he thought about it. Would you be flattered by the thought of a guy that worked several jobs? Sooho sighed before typing back a response.

“Resting at work”.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you checked the clock on your phone.

“At two in the morning? What time do you get off work?”.

Sooho immediately typed back.

“Five”.

You sat up in your bed, blanket over your shoulders as you did simple arithmetics.

“So you only rest for an hour before school?”.

That was worrying. A middle schooler barely having enough sleep? How’s his grades then if he doesn’t have time to study?

“Are you gonna have enough sleep for school?” You couldn’t help but ask. It wasn’t usual for someone to have to work multiple jobs at your age. Maybe he was saving up for university?

“I will. You should go to sleep. It’s really late. Can’t have you missing out on your beauty sleep to talk to your Prince Charming ;) “.

Sooho cringed at himself while you laughed to yourself under the comfort of your blankets. This boy was funny.

“I’ll go to sleep then, Prince Charming. Good night” you typed back before setting your phone on your nightstand and turning to face the window.

Sooho leaped from the sofa in the staff room as he cheered, wiggling his butt in excitement as he texted the group chat he had with Sieun and Beomseok.

“She said goodnight!!! Thats the biggest achievement ever!!” Sooho texted as he laid on the sofa again, holding his phone to himself as he smiled.

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That was about a month ago. You sat on the plastic chair outside the convenience store as you ate your ice cream cone, Sooho on the opposite side of the table. Sooho kept fidgeting as he stole glances at you. He remembers the first time he ever saw you at the school gate and he couldn’t help but be enamoured by you every single time he stared at you.

“Do I have ice cream on my face?” You asked as you looked at Sooho. Sooho seemed to snap out of it as he sat up in his seat, “No, sorry, just falling inlove”.

Sooho often loved to throw flirty remarks like that throughout the month you had gotten to know him. Constant text messages, phone calls, visits to his workplace and he’d come to every single one of your performances at school. Sooho had been preparing himself to confess in a true-blue Sooho manner, but he couldn’t help but feel like this was the perfect moment.

“You don’t have academy tomorrow, right?” Sooho asked casually as he ate his ice cream cone.

You raised a brow, “No, I don’t. Why?”.

Sooho took a deep breath as he said, “I thought we could get a meal after school. You know, you and me, dressed up… maybe even go to that photo booth you’ve wanted to go so bad”.

“So like a normal dinner we always go to? Or is this… a date?” You asked as you looked at him with those eyes he had fallen inlove with.

“A date” Sooho said confidently as you had a smile on your face.

“You know, I’ve been waiting for you to confess” you chuckled to yourself.

Sooho’s jaw dropped. “You’ve liked me this whole time and wanted me to confess?!”.

“Obviously! Shouldn’t the guy confess? Be a gentleman” You teased as you smiled at him.

Sooho couldn’t help but soften at your smile as he looked away, “Fine, maybe you’re right”. A smile was on his lips as he looked at you from the corner of his eyes.

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Sorry guys I’m so hungry rn I’m about to go into work in 10 minutes. Hope this was good ;; it’s been a while since I’ve written anything since my GCEs LOL

[qoala-bear]

I tend to prefer hard sf, but if we're looking at applied phlebotinum artificial gravity, which seems implied by the false dichotomy of perpendicular-vs-parallel to the direction of travel...

My preference is for multiple different parts of the ship to each have their own definition of "down" that clearly made the most sense to someone working on that part of the ship design at one time. Maybe you have a "sandwich" design with (anti?)-parallel floors and people waving up at the others "above" them. Maybe you've got smoothly curving hallways that give unfamiliar passengers a sense of vertigo, but the long-time crew say "just keep putting one [locomotive appendage] in front of the last, and don't think too hard about it." Maybe you've got null-G passageways to transition between modules, allowing a dextrous and/or cocky character to show off a flip as they jump across. Maybe the ship was built this way because individual component teams were actively avoiding talking to each other. Maybe the ship has been cobbled together by its crew over time from scraps that were never meant to be mated to each other by any of the original engineers. Once liberated from the constraints of known physics, why be boring not weave it in with the narrative?

[paikothecateater]

Nordic sleeping headcanons!

I've wanted to do this post for a while.

Denmark: I can see Denmark being a pretty peaceful sleeper. He doesn't toss and turn much. He also doesn't snore super loudly. He does occasionally talk in his sleep. It's never a full sentence. He just mumbles gibberish. He can't go back to sleep if he's woken up which is why he finds it so difficult to sleep in. He sleeps directly on his back and usually has his arms up for some reason. It's like a half starfish type of position. He can fall asleep pretty much anywhere though, he's not picky. He's fallen asleep on the sofa, at his desk, he can even fall asleep sitting upright. His back is never too happy, but you gotta do what you gotta do. He's an avid napper. He takes twenty minute power naps all the time, but he never takes them in his own bed. Part of the reason being that he'll probably want to sleep for longer than twenty minutes if he actually gets in bed.

Sweden: he actually suffers from mild insomnia. It takes him like half an hour minimum to fall asleep. He has to wear a sleeping mask because if he doesn't, staring out into the room in an attempt to fall asleep will cause him to strain his eyes. He always falls asleep on his side, and he doesn't move all throughout the night. If he fell asleep in a position, he'll wake up in that position. He'd actually oversleep a lot if he didn't have kids. He hates napping. The only time he'll nap is if he'd pulled an all nighter the night before, and he'll insist that it isn't napping and that he's just resting his eyes. He snores, but not super loud.

Finland: Finland needs a thousand pillows to fall asleep. His bed looks like a party threw up on it. He has sleep walked before but it's definitely not common and usually only when he's stressed about something. Much like his bed, Finland's sleeping positions are all over the place. He just kinda throws himself in there and hopes for the best. This man is in desperate need of a chiropractor. He likes napping throughout the day, and he prefers leaning against someone else usually Norway or Iceland if he can help it as he's most comfortable around both of them (as I theorise based on the fact that he calls the other two Mr. Denmark and Mr. Sweden while he calls the other two just by their names)

Norway: the worst sleeper ever. He'll need about two hours before he falls asleep. Insomnia and somniphobia simultaneously kick his ass every night. He's actually a lot more comfortable sleeping with Iceland as opposed to on his own due to his somniphobia. He snores ridiculously loud. He's also a lot more talkative in his sleep than he is when he's awake. He's never sleep walked, but he'll sometimes sit upright in his sleep. He doesn't nap. Ever. He's also extremely particular about where he sleeps and how. There has to be noise and at least one source of light. Norway hates the dark. His bed has to be perfectly made and he hates having multiple pillows. Surprisingly, he has no problem going back to sleep if he's ever woken up.

Iceland: he just needs a stable and non sharp surface (optional) he prefers falling asleep in complete darkness and silence, so Norway coming to sleep with him isn't super fun for him. Iceland is no perfect angel either. This kid turns into a professional kick boxer when he's asleep. Much like Denmark, he will never be able to go back to sleep if he's woken up unless he's super tired. Out by 9:00 pm sharp. He will literally start shutting down. He naps all the time and is actually one of the reasons Denmark can't nap in his own bed. If the Nordics are all staying at Denmark's place for whatever reason (which happens often because it's easier than having everyone scattered in their own place) Norway and Iceland typically end up sharing a room. Norway insists on being in said room almost the whole day just to read which leaves Iceland in need of a place to nap. Iceland already basically treats Denmark's room like it's his own, so he'll usually go their to nap, and Denmark would literally rather sleep in a vat of acid than disturb Iceland, so he just finds somewhere else. He also needs to be asleep during car rides because he is very prone to motion sickness. On road trips, Norway refuses to wake Iceland up before they leave. He'll just carry him out to the car, so they don't have issues. He likes falling asleep outside too. He just falls asleep out in the yard like it's normal.