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Maybe I do know - part 2

Summary:Bucky takes you on the date he asked you on yesterday

Warnings:Slow burn series!,fluff, both reader and Bucky are oblivious to the crush they have on each other

A/N:I have to decided to turn this into a mini like slow burn-friends to lovers series so stick around to see some more parts come out soon:) as always sorry for any mistakes and enjoy!

WC:2.1K

Steam escaped from the shower as you shuffled out reaching for a towel - 10AM your "date" with Bucky was today, precisely in 2 hours so of course you are going to be in only a slightly panicked state. "So much to do" you muttered to yourself, wrapping a towel around your chest, rushing out the bathroom and going on course to your wardrobe. The clothes hanger creaked as you sifted through it, scanning to see what to wear for today. It wasn't the warmest day so you finally decided on some dark wash baggy jeans and a dark cherry red fitted top. You wanted to leave your hair natural, leaving it to frame your face beautifully. You were just hoping Bucky was panicking like you. He was. He was a whirlwind running about his apartment, he wasn't nervous about the things you were only about if he was coming on too strong or simply you are just being polite because you don't even like him. Those thoughts of his were slowly being drowned out by Alpine, desperately meowing for some food as she followed Bucky around relentlessly. "Yeah yeah, I'll feed you" he scoffed trying to find some biscuits for her - "Shit. Sorry Alps, I'll get you some more when I'm out" whispered Bucky as he scratched her head trying to get some forgiveness but Alpine seemed to understand and just stormed off. 

11:45AM, you couldn't get your mind around how long it took you to get dressed and brush your hair. In a rush you put on some shimmery lip gloss and mascara that made your eyes pop on, you knew your best friend would be pissed without updates, even if she didn't know the full story yet so you took a quick selfie.

Do we like the fit for my date;)

YES YES SUCH A BEAUTIFUL LOOK

speaking of, when will I get the full storyyyyy

Soon, you gotta come over for a full debrief soon<33

After letting a small smile sit on your face from talking with your friend, that's when the nerves really kicked in. You had just been in a panicked state from the thought of going out with someone. A guy, someone. The thought suddenly came back into your mind as you took deep breaths as a method to try calm down 

11:56AM - A knock came from your door. You sprayed your caramel perfume as you became a track runner for a second getting to the door. "Hi Bucky" you breathed out while opening the door. Gorgeous. The only word that popped into his head as he scanned you standing at the door. You picked up his staring as he stumbled to even get your name out. "Let Alpine out?" you joked "Uhm, oh yea no" he chuckled, clearly forgetting yesterday's interaction for a second. The ice was not breaking you thought, "Hey you copy cat' you teased pointing at the dark red henley he had then pointing at the same colour on your fitted tee. "Think you wore it best though" he tried to tease back watching you blush at his words. "So. Where are ya taking me?" you pondered while stepping out into the hall, closing your door "Well, since I've just moved here, I was wondering if you could take me around" "Oh yes of course, where do you wanna go?" you gushed out to Bucky. "Alps needs some food and I don't know where the grocery store is" he told you with some shyness hidden in his tone "Luckily it's like a 5 minute walk from here, let's get going" you replied in that sweet tone that made Bucky's knees want to buckle. You two made it out onto the sidewalk after making small talk about some annoying neighbours that live below you and always get upset if you make noise while walking. 

The air was crisp as you took a breath in to gain courage to ask more about the man you knew nothing about "So where have you moved from, must be pretty far if you're clueless about the area?" you prodded hoping that this wasn't coming off as rude just as Bucky replied "I was born in Brooklyn but I- uhm I was in the Soviet Union for awhile but I've made my way back" "How old are you calling Russia the "Soviet Union" you laughed. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is 108 but he didn't want to reveal that yet he didn't know if he ever should. "Guess my parents always called it that and just told me too as well" he tried to shrug the topic away "Fair my parents are stuck in their ways too" you started to begin rambling about your parents, Bucky didn't mind, he loved it in fact. Bucky has always preferred to be a listener and even more with you, that thing about you just drew him in and he wanted to resist it but he just couldn't. 

"Hey speaking of, there's a cafe near here that's basically a two minute detour and I swear they do the best chocolate muffins and the most perfect flat whites!" you exclaimed "Cmon!" you gently gripped his gloved hands before he had a chance to even react. He would've shoved off any other person even Sam or Steve but for some reason his muscles didn't want to instead they let tension Bucky didn't know he had melt in your touch. The cafe had a welcoming vibe to it, warm lighting and the quiet chatter of people as you pulled Bucky inside. "Here can you please find a table, I have to enlighten you on how great it is here" you asked. Bucky shouldn't have, the Winter Soldier didn't need or care about food, the Winter Soldier didn't seek out company but Bucky found a 2 person tucked into a corner and sat down, for once happily waiting to be joined at the table. 

A couple minutes went by of you waiting for the food and the drinks you ordered but you didn't mind if that meant you could gaze at Bucky and how gorgeous he looked in the dark red Henley. A voice snapped you out of your "trance" as the barista handed you 2 flat whites and 2 muffins. "Ta da!" you exclaimed as you set down your order and promptly sat opposite Bucky. The muffin was heaven in a bite, the chocolate rich in taste as it melted in your mouth, you hummed happily after taking that first bite looking up to see Bucky preparing to take a bite "It's the best thing you'll have ever tasted I swear" you told him before taking a sip of the flat white you ordered. It was good, maybe the best thing Bucky had tasted but his mind would never let him enjoy all of it, in case the Winter Soldier ever emerged from his mind again "Ok.. that is pretty good" he admitted "Oh come on! Pretty good? It's heaven in a bite!" you said shocked, dropping your jaw dramatically in response to hearing Bucky say that and for the first time in a while - Bucky laughed, not a chuckle but a laugh, only a small one but a laugh. Your peace ended for a second as your phone rung "Oh whoops, sorry" you figured it was your friend "You can answer it, I don't mind" Bucky nodded to your phone as you turned it completely off to prevent further distractions "Oh no it's just my friend she gets impatient at times when I haven't talked to her in awhile" you brushed it off 'Yea, tell me about it" he grimaced thinking of Sam making fun of him. A thought appeared in your mind as you looked at Bucky, you tried to bring it up casually "Hey, you kind of look like that Sgt Barnes guy at the Captain America museum" Bucky's mind went blank at the sound of you saying that, do I tell her everything, no not yet what if she runs off how can I be sure she won't care? his mind ran rampant with that thought but he hid it "That's a first for me" he said pursing his lips immediately after saying that. He felt bad for not telling the real truth but he needed to protect himself even though he wanted to just tell you everything even after only knowing you for about 24 hours. 

Thankfully a waitress came over to prevent even more awkwardness asking if you two were all done, you glanced at Bucky and seeing him nod you said yes in reply to the waitress. 1:30PM the time said as you looked at the clock as you and Bucky exited the cafe "Wow time flies when you're having fun huh" Bucky was trying to relax his mind again and just nodded along before blurting out "Alpine" "Huh?" confused him by saying that out of the blue "Is it still ok for us to walk to the grocery store, I just remembered again that Alpine needs food" he rambled "Yes of course! That's where I'm directing us silly" you reached out to playfully swat his arm, his left arm. Bucky wanted to melt into the ground when he felt you but alas he was overthinking it as you just returned walking not noticing how solid his arm felt under your touch. "Here we are, are you ok to get her food, I just have to pick up some stuff" you asked looking up into his beautiful blue eyes awaiting for him to reply "Yep thank you" he mumbled, getting shy seeing you peer into his eyes. 

It only took you about 5 minutes to pick up what you needed:Milk, chocolate and some toothpaste so you waited outside for Bucky, hoping he managed to find his way around. Bucky hated grocery shopping, it was so overwhelming picking the right item but he stayed strong just picking some random biscuits for alpine and just some cereal for him - he didn't eat much and he didn't care what so his shopping trip ended quickly after yours. He scared himself when he couldn't spot you inside but it quickly ended when he noticed you waiting outside. "Thank you for today" he whispered as he came to stand at your side "Awh thank you for asking for us to do something, I really enjoyed today" you replied back happily as you two began walking back to your building. It was a comfortable silence as you two reached back home, even if this friendship was new it felt like forever, maybe even more than a forever friendship. 

"Here let me" Bucky gestured to the bag of groceries you had in hand as you guys approached the stairs. "Oh no I'm a big girl I can manage it" you joked not wanting to seem puny around Bucky but he wouldn't take that answer and swiftly grabbed the bag from your hand and started walking up, he was glad you couldn't see the grin on his face as you raced up behind him. "Thank you Buck" you beamed up at him right as you caught up to him waiting in the 3rd floor hall. "No problem" he smiled softly while handing your bag back. "I hope we can do this again sometime, it was fun" you rushed out, your mind going on autopilot as you hugged him. Bucky didn't know what to do for a second as he looked down to see your cheek on his chest, he moved his arms around you in a mechanical way, it had been a long time since anyone had hugged him. You didn't know what you were doing either but you wanted to somehow hint that you liked him but it felt right as you went into his embrace. 

You didn't want to pull back but you knew if you didn't now you never would. Bucky wouldn't mind if you never pulled back; his body lingered in that relaxed state after you pulled back. "Give Alpine a pat for me?" you asked while opening your door "I will" Bucky hummed out. "I'll see ya later Buck" you quickly called out as he began to walk off "See you round" he called back, saying your name like it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

The biggest smile rested on your face as you jumped on your couch about to text your best friend to come see you tomorrow night for a proper debrief, while for Bucky this was the best day he's had in awhile. "Here you go girl" he told Alpine with that smile he held back now sitting on his face. Alpine meowed in response quickly digging into the biscuits she was given as Bucky just kept replaying your hug in his mind hoping to see you again soon.

A/N:Ugh this was kinda boring to write ngl but stay tuned for it to get better:))

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b*tch who stole Christmas — 1. Jimmy Holiday [Winter Prompts]

A/N: It’s only right that I keep on feeding the tag no? In this case, reader is slightly messy and Jimmy’s mom doesn’t like it one bit. Happy first day of December & stay warm if you’re in a place that’s below 40 degrees! 🤍

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & I’m using: SITUATIONS — Getting snowed in + DIALOGUE PROMPTS — "There's nothing to do!" // "Oh, really?"

WARNINGS: language, alluding to sexy time with a cut off scene because teenagers ya know! + slight talks of sex, & unbothered reader who is okay not being besties with Ms. Holiday.

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Jimmy scoffed with his hands tucked underneath his pits, glaring out the window of the cabin his mom wanted to spend the holiday season in. His temple rested against the cool window as he peeked upwards, watching the chunks of snow plop from the roof and down onto the marshmallow fluff colored ground.

He wasn’t the biggest fan of staying at this cabin anymore (now that his grandfather was gone, although it has been years! it still didn’t feel right without him) that his mom’s father owned. Jimmy wasn’t aware that this would probably be their last time here since Gloria would have to try to fix it up some, make it “nice” enough to sell. She didn’t know when she would break the news and could blame the delay on someone else, yet she was the adult here and would have to bite the bullet at some point. In fact, he wasn’t even a fan of the cold. It just didn’t make sense to be this cold, especially when it took time to warm up the place with the firewood and space heaters that he definitely still had a burn on his leg from last year.

As for his mom? She lived for the winter, you honestly wouldn’t think that but she found it depressing enough just constantly staring out at the dirt, which Jimmy could understand and sure a white Christmas was cool and all but after a day it needed to go.

He believed his mom plotted this, knowing they would be snowed in for days at that. The home was stocked but she still made him pack up the car with extras, which should have been a dead giveaway. Jimmy was just happy that he got to drive his mom’s car up to the cabin.

“There’s nothing to do!” Jimmy grumbled into the quiet of the cabin.

The fire was crackling and Jimmy was left alone with his thoughts as his mom disappeared for a nap—who knows how long ago. Arms locked around his waist, making him quickly glance over his shoulder to peek at a familar face.

“Oh, really?” You say almost purring as Jimmy turns in your arms, “I think i can think of a few things.”

He almost forgot you were here, meeting him and his mom at the cabin much to Gloria’s annoyance. Jimmy didn’t hear the end of that and got a good slap before she greeted you, telling you to help unload the car if you were going to be staying with them. You barely lifted a finger before leaping into Jimmy’s arms.

“I didn’t think you were coming?” He said against your lips.

You laugh, “And miss Christmas with my favorite gift?”

“I knew i was,” he shrugs, a smirk playing on the corner of his mouth followed by a lick of his lips, “but it’s nice to hear.”

Jimmy lets his hands slide dangerously low at your spine as he stared down at you with his sunset eyes, “can you? Does it have something to do with you getting all dressed up?”

Laughing lightly, you knew he would like this dress as soon as you put it on, modeling it in one of the bathrooms while you took a selfie and would unfortunately have to post later once the service decided to act right, you tilt your head to the right as Jimmy presses a kiss to your neck, loving just the way your skin felt against his mouth. He was letting some facial hair grow in along with the hair on his head and the scratch from his chin and tickle from the curtain of his hair felt just right.

“I put this on, just so you can take it off.” You whisper.

His brows rose after letting his eyes trail over the top of the dress that hung off your shoulders. “With my mom here? Are you crazy?”

“I’m a lot of things according to her,” you sigh not the least bit affected—already aware what Ms. Holiday’s issue with you is but if you let the opinion of others run your life, you would be miserable just like most of them, “…I just thought I could help with your boredom is all.”

Your hands trail up his torso to his chest, to lock your arms around his neck. Jimmy leans to peck your shoulder, considering it but definitely tried to be the voice of reason with the devil on his shoulder—or you if one really looked at it but you’re too damn pretty to be referred to as such, if you asked Jimmy.

“…I’m sure there’s some board games we can get into.”

You laugh as you step back from Jimmy’s hold, “I’ve got a game too,” you spun on your heels, already feeling his eyes on your backside, “Couch or bed?”

Jimmy blinks his stare back to your face, not catching your drift in this moment, “We can play anywhere, it dont matter.”

“Exactly.” You state with a curl of your finger and Jimmy catches the look in your eye, which makes him clasp his hands on top of his head and let out a long exhale.

He searched around the cabin, trying to find one of the many clocks in the home. He felt like he was on the court in that moment, trying to keep track of time before making his next move. He weighed out the options and you felt like the very best one, although some would say different, he didn’t care.

Jimmy almost runs up to you, which didn’t take long with his height, as he traps you against the wall, lips heated on yours. He still tastes like caramel from the hot chocolate his mom made earlier that afternoon and his palms slip from the wall and are warm against your hips. You have no problem matching his speed as you trail your hands up his lengthy hair, nails scrapping right against his scalp, knowing that would make the prettiest of sounds fall from his plump lips and into yours.

“Bed, now.” Jimmy manages to pull away from your lips.

Mouths swollen, you slip underneath his arm, attempting to make your way over to the couch, you let out a yelp as Jimmy spins you by the waist before bending to lift you over his shoulder.

“Quiet,” Jimmy shushed you as he carries you down the hallway.

You’re giggling even more as you give his butt a slap, making him suck his teeth.

“Ayo, chill! Ain’t nothing back there for you.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” You answer, making Jimmy shake his head, he knew what type of time you were on and you’ve taken him to many levels before but he’d like to keep that private—although his friends definitely tried to get Jimmy to share what time was like with you in the locker room.

They were his boys and none of them really had any filter, except maybe Warlance and Leland but it wasn’t anybody’s business. Jimmy was a bit defensive when it came to you since you originally tried to shoot your shot with Nataanii but he wasn’t in the right mindset to fool around or be in a relationship. He ended up putting in a good word for his boy Jimmy instead, who was always curious about you. You were naturally flirtatious and that got you into some trouble and not always the good kind.

Rumors already had people labeling and you got tired of constantly defending yourself against an asshole on the lacrosse team who made up some shit to ruin you. You were just you and those that really knew you, trusted you more than anything. Jimmy knew the truth because you talked about it but you hardly liked being vulnerable. And after that scare with Nataanii? Jimmy made it his mission to really be there for his friends but you made it clear y’all were not friends.

Just two people who liked to keep each other company.

Or whatever Bieber once said!

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲

Jimmy’s got that toothy grin on his face, even after you kicked him out of the guest room. He’s seated by the fireplace, watching the fire that still seemed to be burning…when it should have been out by now but he’s too busy in that afterglow to put anything together. Cup of tea in his hand as he watches the flames flicker.

He hears the creaking of the wooden floor, not bothering to glance over his shoulder and assumed it was you as he says, “Maybe you were right, the couch might have been the move.”

“Yeah? Why don’t you move your ass to the table because we need to talk.”

Jimmy sharply inhaled, picking up on the tone of his mother. He takes his time bringing his eyes to meet her darker ones, her arms crossed tightly, brows furrowed, and full lips in a scowl as she glared down at her son. He blinks, spotting you sitting at table in his wool patterned sweater, legs crossed over the other as you rested your chin into the palm of your hand, hair a tangled mess, with a easy smile on your lips as you wink at him.

Slouching down at the table across from you to the point his knees brushed against yours, Jimmy dared a glance at you, who was amused that the both of you got caught. Gloria kept her arms crossed but swayed from one foot to the other agitated or disgusted.

The woman was about to go off on the two teens. Her relationship with her son has been going well now that she was able to get herself together and stay out of trouble yet they often butted heads when it came to you.

“…I can’t believe you—well y/n I can but you Jimmy? Would be so disrespectful!” Gloria’s been going off for a while now, “Do you honestly think I wouldn’t know what you two were up to? I was a teen once too ya know?! I even thought about bursting in there but I wanted to save us all the embarrassment.”

Shrugging you interrupt while Jimmy widens his eyes at you, “I’m far from embarrassed.”

“Excuse me?” Gloria grits, “You should be.”

“Why? Because we like to have sex and you just like everyone else take one look at me and think I’m some sort of hoe without getting to know the first thing about me?” You fire off but keep your tone leveled being used to this, “Whatever happened to sex positivity? I don’t think you know much about it. We’re safe if that’s what you’re so worried about. Wrap it before you tap it and all that! I’m not messing around on your son either.”

Jimmy perked up at that last part only because he knew if you looked at his mother she just might explode, “…for real?”

“Yeah.” You shrug your shoulders as if it wasn’t a big deal. He told you after your third time together that he didn’t like the idea of this being an open relationship—although neither of you established this as that.

You kept your word.

Even slapped a few girls in the bathroom that liked to brag about how they intended to make Jimmy their baby daddy by the end of school year.

Not if you had something to say about it.

“Okay, enough of this!” Gloria slammed her hands down on the table to break up your staring contest, “Doing what you two did is not only disrespectful to me but your elder. Also I’m your mother so what I say goes! You invited her here while this is supposed to be family time and she’s not family.”

“Mom.” Jimmy starts but Gloria gives him the side eye, which makes him roll his eyes.

Gloria turns back to you but you look her right in the eye, “I don’t like you and it’s no secret. You’re not right for my son and as soon as this snow clears up, I want you gone. Got that?”

“Yup, whatever you say, Ms. Gloria.” You sigh not bothering to look back at Jimmy because you expected this happening, “Want a cup of tea?”

Gloria scoffs, “I can make my own…wouldn’t want you coming up with any new ideas to suddenly posion me.”

“Ma, you’re doing too much right now.” Jimmy speaks, not appreciating how she was speaking to you.

He knew this wasn’t his house but it also wasn’t his mother’s. He knew if he would have brought up the idea of you spending Christmas with them instead, she would have immediately shut it down. His mom just didn’t get you like he did and he wasn’t just talking about the bedroom either.

“Am I?” Gloria tilts her head at her son, “I’m looking out for your best interest.”

“Are you?” Jimmy presses, “You think you deserve the mother of the year award? Seems a little bit like control to me. Maybe you need to go on a date or something and butt out what I’ve got going on.”

The room goes sickeningly quiet at that.

This wouldn’t be the first time Gloria and Jimmy went at it and said some hurtful things.

“Okay…Since you suddenly think it’s cool to not respect the woman that gave you life? Why don’t you take your deer ankles for a body with a smart ass mouth attached to your room,” Gloria rounds off, “Before I ring your neck.” She finishes as Jimmy feels his blood run hot while his mother roasted him but not only that she decided to do this in front of you.

You had to give it to Ms. Gloria, she knew how to clapback.

Jimmy rubs at his clenched jaw before standing, “Okay, mom. Thanks for ruining Christmas.”

“It’s not even Christmas yet, quit your moping and go.”

“For how long?” Jimmy mocks from over his shoulder, “Until you’re done being a Scrooge?”

Shaking your head, you’re already filling up what looks like a reindeer mug that was actually made by Jimmy as a kid it seems, which made a small smile appear on your face seeing his chicken scratch script handwriting on the underside of the mug. It was an ugly fucking mug but you knew a younger Jimmy was probably proud to give it to his grandfather.

You had to wipe the smile off your face real quick.

“…as fascinating as this is, Gloria…I must be going. Away from this dreadful energy.” You say after swallowing some clove tea, “Hopefully you two can work it out.”

Gloria snaps her fingers as you try to walk around her, “Not uh. It’s Ms. Gloria to you. You’re not leaving my sight until we have a conversation, so you understand not only me but Jimmy better…so sit.”

You twist your lips around, “You could say please?”

“I’m not going to say it twice.” The look in Ms. Holiday’s eye, the right one specifically, told you not to test her either.

Dramatically sighing you plop down in a chair, crossing one leg over the other, making Gloria yank up a throw blanket to toss over your bare thighs. “I don’t need you catching a cold before you leave.” The mother says, which actually surprises you.

If that was true or not you didn’t push it.

Clasping your hands on the table behind Jimmy’s old mug, you knew this conversation was about to be a serious one. Maybe even a heart to heart (which you didn’t do) but regardless you knew you weren’t making the nice list!

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Continue with my winter anthology prompts here.

[yayasvalveplay]

Pppssss

Ratchet got sparked by mer Drift, but he doesn’t know Drift is a mer. All check ups turn out fine… until it is time. Ratchet is taken aback cause he was sure he had more time, but he can make it work in their own apartment right? He’s just the best doctor in all cybertron… until a fucking fish tail slides out of his vale, flopping around… then panic sets it.

Drift manages to pick un a frantic Ratchet and places him in the bathtub, only his middle submerged (cause he needs to keep all the vents he can above water, to cool down). Once inside, the sparklings slips out relatively easily.

Turns out, the little ones were transforming inside Ratchet’s forge (that’s what Ratchet described as “them doing summersaults on my tank and waste revolver…”), and whenever Ratchet went for a check up, they just looked like normal sparklings.

Anyway, that’s how Ratchet learns some stories are reals…

Optional: if Ratchet was a selfie in disguise all along…

Ohhh merformers

I love this idea. It's silly and adorable.

Lmao Ratchet is very concerned giving birth to their baby's, one comes out with a fish tail and the other one doesn't but the moment they hit the water they transform and they starts swimming before going over to Ratchet to feed.

Ya drift has a lot of explaining to do. He does as he helps the baby's out of the tub for some leg time.

I like it better if he was just a regular cybertronian, makes his reactions of having mer for baby's funny.

[whalesforhands]

Hi!<33 hope your having a great day!<33 let me just say that I love your geto x reader x Gojo x Shoko stories! They're so funny and sweet! I just love how you write them and their dynamique with the reader! And once I started reading the series I couldn't stop imagining the trio finding out one day after she didn't attend class that poor reader is sick! 🥺 How wold they take of her? (I can't stop imagining Geto and Gojo arguing with eachother while Shoko snuggles with reader and feeds her soup 😂)

Anyway if you don't want to do this ask that's fine! ☺️ Lots of kisses and continue the good work! 💕 (If I mispelled something wrong sorry! English's not my first language)

in sickness and in health (geto x reader x gojo, shoko x reader)

this is totally not just me trying to tide you all over because the main series is taking a long time to write

masterlist

warnings: sick ppl are gross, wear masks, wash ur hands, celsius is used instead of Fahrenheit bcs i say so

You should’ve heeded your body’s warnings to you. Laying in your bed, thermometer sticking out of your mouth as the fever relief patch on your forehead sticks despite your sweat slick self.

Hearing the beeping, you eyes glazed over as you pulled the instrument out, saliva feeling repulsively thick as you stared at the thermometer screen, your breaths short and your pajamas feeling abnormally warm, sticky and gross.

39.4 °C.

You’re absolutely burning up. You shouldn’t have gone with that plan. You knew. You knew, yet you still did it anyway.

“Just get on!” His arm is waving at you from afar, his white button up billowing in the summer breeze.

“Come on, trust us!”

“Plus!” He smacks a smiling Suguru’s shoulder. “Suguru doesn’t skip leg day!”

You should’ve never trusted him. You and Shoko both. Not when he had all 4 of you squeeze onto that bicycle.

“WAHAHAHAH!” Gojo was hysterical as he laughed at your three river-soaked forms. Laughing merrily at his dry and perfectly put-together state from using Infinity to save himself.

“You all look terrible! AHAHAHAHA!” He’s pulling out his phone to snap a quick selfie shots. You’re helping Shoko, shifting a lock of her wet hair away from her face to reveal her grumpy expression.

“Come here.” She beckons you closer, a sweet smile, dripping with anger on her face as her hand moves to tuck your wet hair behind your ear.

Suguru grunts as he looks towards his significant other’s camera, eyes flittering to both you and Shoko sharing secrets as she cups a hand over your ear. You’re both fine. That’s a relief.

His eyes focus back on his still cackling boyfriend. His brown eyes darken with a thirst for payback. “Satoru~, help me out why don’tcha?” A chirp sweetened with an affectionate tone, a benevolent smile bestowed as he holds an amicable hand out, waiting to be helped up as he sits in the water, drenched to the very bone as his now translucent shirt begins to stick to his skin.

You hear Gojo snort in retort, waving off the black-haired sorcerer. “Ya think I’m gonna fall for that? Try harder, babe.” He’s very obviously eyeing the now more exposed Geto, before his eyes met yours. Prepared. Ready.

Shoko is done, her gaze surreptitiously meets Suguru’s own.

“Satoru…” Your watery eyes and helpless expression meets his, a tremble pairing your frowning lips and gem-like eyes shining with your feeble tears.

“Are you not going to help me…?”

Hook, line and sinker.

“L-look, it w-wasn’t on purpose,” He’s gulping as he starts to trek into the water, his shoes getting soaked. Infinity has been forgotten. “I only wanted to-!”

He’s tackled back by 3 weights, all landing on top of him as they start to laugh and splash water onto his still surprised form.

You’re nauseous, head on your far-too-warm pillow as you smile slightly at the memory. Okay. Maybe it was worth it. Just a little.

(You do feel a little better.)

You feel another wave of queasiness hit you once again, your hand over your mouth as you gag, yesterday’s dinner threatening to crawl up your oesophagus and cover your freshly changed sheets with bile.

Oh.

You’ll have to send Shoko a text. You hope she doesn’t mind being disturbed when class has only just begun 2 minutes ago…

——

Insistent knocks at your door wake you into consciousness, your eyes snapping open and trying to clear your cloudy sight.

“C-come in!” Your voice is rough, a consequence that occurred after throwing your guts out in the bathroom. Your stomach hurts, the acid eating at its inner lining as it growls for food.

You haven’t eaten. You probably smell bad. You look horrible.

“A-actually- P-Please don’t come-!” Too late. Your room’s been intruded by 3 individuals.

“Your favourite nurses are here to soothe you back to health!”

You internally groan at the boisterous loud voice. Shoko had told all of them.

——

You see a disgruntled Satoru, cheeks puffed up as he marches into your room with a just as displeased Shoko crossing her arms and pouting.

They’ve been kicked out of the kitchen by a fed up Suguru.

“What do you mean we can’t just buy her instant porridge from the convenience store? It’s instant!” Gojo waves a whisk around as he dons the frilly pink apron, head on Geto’s shoulder and leaning onto him.

Suguru wants to smack someone. He holds himself back as he washes the rice, despite the disturbance, sleeves pulled up to his elbows as he swirls the water within the pot.

It’s for you. It’s for you. It’s for you. It’s for-

“Because it’s not healthy-“ His anger becomes slow irritation as he feels a vein pop when he sees Shoko poking the sweet potato with a pair of scissors.

“Both of you.” His smile is menacing as his aura overtakes the room.

“Get out.”

That’s why both of them were here now, fluffing your pillow, wiping your head with a cold cloth.

“Do you want to change clothes?” You hear Shoko whisper, her voice lulling and pacifying your senses as Satoru does his one task of continuously dabbing your head with a warm cloth.

(He was making a mess of everything else. Shoko delegated him to cloth duty.)

You can only muster a nod. Your clothing is uncomfortable, and she must’ve noticed.

(“Gojo.” She smiles at him as she caresses your warm face. “Get out.”

“Again?!”)

——

She’s helping you out of your clothing, your front slumping into her shoulder as she undid the buttons of your pajamas, the washcloth dragging gently across your damp skin.

Your guilt is starting to kick in.

“I’m-“ Your voice is starting to die. “I’m sorry for being such…” You suck in a breath through your sick haze. It’s hard to breathe. “A burden.” You do. You’re so weak. So useless.

Getting this sick over a culmination of your own horrible habits. Not eating enough, not sleeping enough, not getting enough liquids in during the day… Not taking care of yourself.

You did this to yourself, yet they have to clean up after you. They, who had their lives put together, their own lives to live. Yet, they’re wasting time caring about you.

Do they think you’re doing this only for their attention too? You’re not surprised if they ar-

“Don’t be sorry for things that you’re not at fault for.” Her tone is dismissive but firm. “We’re here because we want to be. Stop being such a downer.”

A pat to your cheek despite the blunt words. A reality to your delusion.

She cares. They care. Deeply.

You could almost cry at her genuity. Scratch that, you already are.

You hide your face away into her shoulder, tears starting to gather.

“…thank you.”

(“It’s not fair that you had to kick me out to do that! I could’ve done it too!”

“Pervert.”)

——

“Aaa…” You’re opening your mouth just as Gojo flies another ‘aircraft’ into it.

(You’re embarrassed. He wouldn’t give it to you any other way. Or normally.)

“Good girl!” He’s ruffling your hair, grin stretched wide across his lips in pure elation as he feeds you.

“Just a few more bites then you can take your medicine!”

You swallow down the piping hot rice porridge that Satoru personally blew on to cool down, the lingering ginger and chives leaving a pleasant aftertaste in your mouth.

“Is… Did you get the syrup version…?” You stare, afraid as you see Suguru holding a tray with the familiar dark liquid and brand, coupled with a tall glass of water.

Satoru’s sunglasses suddenly glint. “Is someone scared of a little medicine?~”

——

Suguru presses the spoon against your trembling lips as you hesitantly part them, allowing the disgusting liquid to run down your throat as he immediately hands you the water.

Your face is grimacing in disgust, in pain and revulsion as you hold the water in your mouth, struggling to swallow down the vile substance.

(You eventually do when Suguru lightly places a hand on your shoulder, relaxing you.)

Applause reverberates throughout your room.

“Congrats!”

“Good job.”

“See? I knew you could do it.”

“…are you all making fun of me?”

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Notes:

Geto would’ve been the one feeding you, but he saw how dejected Gojo was at not really being able to ‘care’ for you other than being the errand boy sent out to buy the cold medicine.

You drank that medicine after you were promised crepe cake from that nearby bakery.

Shoko was the one who brought up that compromise.

The trio actually wanted to leave the lesson immediately after Shoko got your text. Yaga denied them, but he let them off early on purpose.

Yaga visited your dorm when all 4 of you were in it, coming in to check on you.

He hopes none of 3 get sick from spending so much time with you. Especially with how they basically fell asleep around your bed.

“Kids.” He mumbled, throwing blankets around all of them before he turned the lights off, gently shutting your door.

[threepandas]

Bird4Bird Part 5: Yandere Hawks

You know, people should be real glad he's such a nice guy. A Hero. Cause it was WAY too easy to get Her files. Tsk, tsk. Such poor security! He's kinda disappointed, honestly. He was sorta expecting a bit of a challenge.

It IS a Goverment building after all.

But maybe it's 'cause she's not a Hero herself. She's a civilian. So they don't care as much. You'd think you'd just get universal security and then lock down the Heroic files, but no. Glorified safes and lock boxes. Clear and traceable holes in all SORTS of bloodlines.

Gee, wonder why Mr. and Mrs. So-n-So have a redacted kid! Bet THEY'RE not related to any Heros! Sure won't be easy to just go to their HOUSE an find their kid's name THERE along with a few hostages!

It's theater. A joke, really. He's kinda GLAD he basically has no family, if THIS is the security they'd get.

Good thing he's removing Her files. They'll be MUCH safer with him~. A few dummy files left in their plaaaace, aaaand... back out through the blind spots in the camera coverage! Honestly, he's done harder exercises with his feathers literally concussed.

Ooooh~☆ Like that one. And that one~!

He keeps flipping through his social feeds. Might as WELL multi-task. Selfie with the skyline~♡! Aaaand upload. There we go, that's his #Aesthetic post of the day. Now PR will have nothing to complain about. Hmmmm, should like a few memes. Don't comment on THAT scandal. Joke about THAT one. Post a thirst trap modeling pic... aaaand...

He feels his feathers escape the building. Finally! It was his last hit of the night. File finally in hand, he lazily rolls to his feet, stretchs. Tucks the file away but not his phone. Then let's himself drop forward into open air. Let's his wings CATCH.

The magnificent slide of cool air against his feathers, the resistance of wind against his wings. He soars and for a moment... let's himself feeling nothing else. It is perfect.

It always is.

First things first, dropping of the files. Gotta keep them safe after all. Then... then he SHOULD be going to bed. Heck, if he doesn't feel like going alone, it's not like he doesn't have OPTIONS. He honestly has too many. But even then, the thought of it's exhausting...

They want The Mask. And yeah, sometimes it's FUN being the mask. Good for PR. Adds to his good reputation when they inevitably talk.

And they always DO talk.

They spread the word exactly as he expects them too. Dispite swearing, to the last, not to breathe a word. The picture of discretion, they PROMISE, Hawks~♡! Ha. 'Course they are. Pretty, chatty, birds. Picked for their scandal free backgrounds, photo ready faces, and hero positive attitudes.

He gets a LIST for every event he goes too. Has several, ranging from "approved in general" to "by region". Really... the height of romance, his meet-cutes. Picture perfect down to the last detail.

You'd almost thing a team of handlers PLANNED them for him.

Not to say the sex isn't great. Sex is always nice! Just... not when you're not in the mood for something REAL, ya know? When you want to get... get MESSY.

Hunt someone. See those eyes dilate, utterly AWARE and focused completely on HIM. That moment of indecision. Stay and fight? Run? Watching the scales tip and clatter in ruin to the floor. Run. Let um get a head start. RUN. Want to see those Big BEAUTIFUL Wings snap out to their full width, massive and powerful, and RIP through the air as they fling her into the sky. RUN!!!

Run away, lil predator. He's coming to CATCH you~

God, she'd be so POWERFUL in the air. So DANGEROUS. Eating up the distance like she actually stood a CHANCE. Those wings, so far from fragile its laughable. But... oh. Oh, he's FASTER. So, so much faster. Agile in a way her raw power robs her off.

She would never be able to fight him off. Would have NO chance to truely escape.

And then?

Then it's a matter of stamina. Training. And only ONE of them's a Hero~

He'd harry her. Feathers flying from ever angle, deadly sharp and far too close. Better dodge! Use your quirk! Oh DEAR, uses stamina as a fuel source does it? Hope you have ENOUGH~!

Little cuts. Kicks here and there. Pushing her lower~ Pushing her lower~ Watch out for that building! Uh oh! Powerlines! Large wingspan is a benefit in open air~ but it works against you heeeeereeeee~! Better LAND, lil harpy!

Before he knocks you from the SKY.

And he WOULD. God, it would be AMAZING. If he got her at just the right angle? He could kick her into a building, a tree, SOMETHING. Or maybe as she goes to flap? He could trap a wing. She'd DROP.

Wrap her torso in enough feathers to pin it. Slow her fall juuuust enough to really hurt, but keep her from hitting wrong. Ah~ bet she'd SCREECH. Struggle and lash like a cornered animal. Wing slamming the dirt helplessly, flapping uselessly, as she tries SO hard to get free... heart pounding, legs kicking, adrenaline surging through her veins~

He Wins, lil fighter~ now he gets his prize~♡

Ah, he bets you'd BITE. If the HPSC wouldn't kill him for it, he'd probably LET you. Let you scar him up in your rage. Leave your mark. You'd be so PISSED at losing. So nervous. And he can get that, vulnerability is a lot. Big, strong, walls all crumbling down? It'd feel like raw nerves. Being SEEN.

And he'd SEE her alright.

Even if she managed to avoid it. Managed to land, run, get herself nice and lost. He'd chase her down. Wear her down. Til the anger has no more fuel to burn. The threats have no more strength. Make her run and fight and run and climb and RUN... until her body just? Can't any more.

All struggled out~

Nothing but muscles shaking and bruises, feather cuts and the sweat that burns them. Gasping for air that can't seem to come fast enough. She never stood a chance~ But he let her try anyway.

And god. All his senses would be ON FIRE. Practically high on it. He'd be everything he's NOT supposed to be. Every instinct he's supposed to shove down on full glorious display.

He'd feed her till she CHOKES. She wouldn't get a choice. Watch the grease run down her pretty face and neck. Run his fingers through those pretty feathers and feel HIS against her skin. Preening and so, so pretty. All clean~ All those pretty little cuts and poor lil scrapes.

He put his merch on Each And Every One~

Little red feather band-aids all pretty on her skin~♡

His~ Won fair an square. Gotta take care of it. Blood and grease and sweat. Find all the places that make his Harpy bird squirm. But she can't escape. Not ever escape. He won. His, his, his. He'd make those place feel NICE. Watch her as she feels good.

She'd be so tired. So sore. She'd WANT to feel good. Be so tired of fighting and pretending. Hungry. And he'd be so good about how he takes care of her. Cause he's a HERO. Massaging hands and feathers that hold her nice and still. Careful kisses and playful teasing. Then? He'd hold those powerful, exhausted, thighs open and show her what worship feels like.

She'd make SUCH cute noises. He bets he could make her beg. Could probably make her cry.

He's fantasized, before, about not holding back. When some hero chaser is in his bed, with the "real" Hawks. Performing once again, a different facet of the Mask, all the better to pretend he is a Real Boy. Ha! What would be like? To do nothing but feel GOOD? To concentrate on pleasure? The feeling of his body moving?

To GRAB and put his back into it? Knowing damn well he'd leave bruises. Because he's stronger then them. Because his body is a weapon. Because wires in his brain were mixed up long, long ago and nothing can possibly undo it now. Wanting to snarl and shred everything around him as he rams home, deep and good like he's melting.

Wants feathers EVERYWHERE. Under him, against his skin, attached to whomever he's fucking. A God damned NEST. With blankets and feathers and tatami.

Wants to be BONELESS for how hard he fucked. How much effort it took. A marathon and a national EVENT. Wants to put on a parade and have a feast and then RUIN all of it. It's like screaming in his head, sometimes. All the instincts he is forced to repress and ignore. They blend together. Violence and hunger and horny and NEEDY AND ANGER AND-!

He lands. Outside her apartment. He's seen rats live in better places. It's an unkind assessment. But he's abruptly feeling kind of... agitated. He really should push her towards a better job. Like working for him. Or living with him. Or being HIS. Maybe both. And he'll need to hunt down a few insurance agents. Have some TALKS.

He slips a few feathers into the building. Her neighbor sleeps with the window cracked. From there? The vents. Gotcha~

The steady sound of breathing. Asleep. The rhythmic pattern... knowing it's from HER... it's...

It's soothing.

He settles back into a watchful crouch. He's still on edge. Hard. But nothing he can't fix. He has a pretty good angle from where he's perched. You forgot to fully close your blinds. And his eye sight is EXCELLENT. You look so relaxed~♡

He feels you breathe. Gently, ever so gently, let's one of his feathers drift forward to land carefully against a cheek. Warm. He can feel your pulse.

He strokes himself franticly. The cold air of night time just adding to the thrill as it teases everywhere his hand is not. His handlers would HATE this. The HPSC would NEVER allow it. He presses his other had to his face, to muffle his voice, as he desperately tries to both buck his hips AND keep his balance. So good. God she looks so VULNERABLE~

He milks the tip. Finally giving in to the urge to BITE his hand, glove leather filling his mouth. The only think keeping him upright on the phone poll he landed on, is the feathers he's grabbed himself with. And even THAT reminds him of his earlier fantasies. He spills, jerking, and raining down on the unsuspecting street below.

Good thing it's so late at night.

His entire body is riding the aftershocks. Sensitive and good. Euphoric. He laughs, wild eyed as he stares down at his hand. How depraved~ His lil hunter is certainly bringing out the worst of him, isn't she? Or maybe it's the best? It's certainly SOMETHING. And god, is it HUNGRY.

He looks back at her sleeping face as he licks his hands clean...

He should do this again~

[snikt-and-chimichangas]

🍂🎃 FALL & HALLOWEEN EXTRAVAGANZA! 🎃🍂

Hey hey, you lovely degenerates, it’s ya boi, Deadpool, sliding into your feed like a pumpkin spice latte on a crisp fall morning! (Don’t judge me, Wolverine drinks 'em too. We all know he's a sucker for anything cinnamon-flavored—keeps him warm and fuzzy inside.)

🍂 Soooo guess what? The server’s been cooking up some deliciously spooky fall-themed events, and trust me, you don’t wanna miss what’s creeping around the corner. We’ve already shared some of the tasty details (I know, I know, we're as fast as Quicksilver... wait, no, he's not ours either, ugh). But hold onto your butts, because we've got more goodies bubbling up in the cauldron! 🎃💀

You like trick-or-treating? We’ve got it.

You like creeping through dark, mysterious places like a true anti-hero, looking for trouble? We’ve got that too.

And maybe even a few haunted surprises... 💀👀

We might even force—I mean, politely ask, Wolvie to wear his tiny pumpkin costume again. (But seriously, no selfies this time, guys. The last batch got leaked and, well, let’s just say Wolvie wasn’t amused. He’ll claw ya.)

Want in on all the spooktacular action?👻 Well, here's the trick (or is it a treat?). Slide into our DMs and ask for an invite! We’ve opened up the gates for a hot minute so don’t be sneaky—grab your spot before the witches close the circle.

No broom required, just your charm and maybe a spooky gif or two.

Oh, and one more thing! If you’ve got questions, comments, or just wanna see what flavor of chaos we’re brewing up next, shoot us a message! We may be chaotic, but we’re also here to keep things running smoothly (at least as smoothly as a Deadpool-written announcement allows). We love to hear from ya—unless you’re trolling, in which case we’ll just make you fight Colossus. Good luck with that.

��‍♂️🍂 So strap in, buttercup, because it’s about to get wicked up in here!

_ Deadpool (with mandatory supervision of the Mod Team, because apparently, I can't be trusted to run things on my own.🙄)

[snootlestheangel]

Snootles is losing her mind so she's being horny on main please ignore

Proceeding to project like a motherfucker

Anyways I blame Tats for feeding into my brainrot (she's not really to blame but ya know, love her) @stuffireadandenjoy

18+ Minors DNI

Imagine it's finally a quiet week at the end of several very busy months for you and your partner Kyle Garrick. For at least, two months he had been in and out of contact while on assignment, and when he was at base, life was just as busy. But not that you had been doing any better. You were short staffed at work, and you were forced into picking up the slack. Normal hours felt horrible as you were drained of all your energy and then some every day.

But Kyle never seemed to lose the energy to send you sweet messages any time he had a moment. It's not like you had slacked off on checking in on your partner, but it's never been easy for you to find the right ways to approach it. His job and the mental toll it has on him was something you'd never be able to fully understand, and you knew there were things he'd take to the grave.

But there was just something about the way he expressed his concern for you and your civilian life. The way he'd send a message on a random Thursday afternoon wishing you the best of luck working overtime on the weekend. There was something so innocent and sweet in the way he'd send you a selfie, the largest, proudest grin on his face, and he'd tell you he just kicked Soap's ass in Mario Kart because they finally had some downtime. It'd make your heart flutter when he'd say he hopes that you and your friends have more fun when you get to see them again.

He was just so good at showing he cares about you over the phone, and it felt unfair. You were much better with your words, with your affections, when you had him next to you.

So when the week finally came where you were both home and not overworked, you were going to make sure he knew how much you loved him by the end of it.

The first couple of days were lazy, spent lounging on the couch in each other's arms and catching up on some shows. Although, far too often, you caught yourself drifting off to sleep to the gentle whispers of his breathing and the steady thrum of his heart. It felt good, to lay on his chest and be safe, at rest away from the pressures of the outside world.

But then you had finally caught up on sleep and were feeling refreshed. And with feeling refreshed, so had the guilt of not showing your love for Kyle during your time apart. It was a weird feeling, one because you knew Gaz would tell you not to worry about that. Your difficulty with expressing things through text or over the phone was something you two had talked about well into your relationship, and he handled it so gracefully, you truly believed him when he told you he'd always know how much you love him. And two, because you knew your relationship was more than just sweet "I love you"s over text.

But this particular day, the guilt was eating you, and you felt the need to prove your love to your partner.

You had left the living room for just a brief moment to swap the laundry over, and your heart skips a beat at the sight you returned to. Kyle had been laying on you before you left, but in your absence he had rolled onto his back, and his shirt had ridden up just enough to expose a bit of his stomach. Like magnets, your hands find their way to the sliver of skin showing, gently pushing the fabric up further to expose more. Your hands slowly trail along the bit of stomach just above his pants, slightly pinching the layer of fat that was most prominent there.

Mesmerized, your hands found their way to his hips, following the dip, letting your thumbs slip under the exposed waistband of his underwear. A hand meets one of yours, wrapping his fingers around yours. You smile sweetly at him, shifting yourself to lean over him, peppering his stomach in light kisses. Without words, without asking, as your hands push his shirt up higher, he shifts and finishes taking it off himself.

For a moment, your eyes meet, and the glint in his eyes tells you he knows exactly what you're up to. You smile as you push yourself up to cup his face in your hands, peppering kisses on his face. His hands find their way to your hips as he catches your lips with his own. You moan slightly as the kiss deepens, his tongue slipping into your mouth, your hips pushing against his hands at the sweet taste of his tea from earlier that lingered.

You break away and trail kisses across his jaw, down his neck. Open mouthed kisses follow along the line of his collarbone, down between his pecs. Your hands find their way to his sides, slipping down to rest at the waistband of his pants, pinkies slipping under the line of his boxers. Your lips find their way along his chest, tongue flicking out to see if you can taste how sweet he is.

Kyle lets out a surprised gasp as you lightly bite him before gently wrapping your lips around his nipple, fingers digging into his hips. You couldn't help yourself, but the growing ache between your legs as you had your beloved all laid out beneath you was too much.

You needed him.

A hand trails to press against the growing bugle in Kyle's pants, lips catching his moan. His nails dig into your hips as he bucks, quietly begging for more.

"I love you so much." You whisper against his neck, your kisses all tongue and teeth as he lets out another breathy moan.

"Gonna show me how much?" He breaths back, and you match his cheeky grin, just before letting both hands meet at his crotch. You don't need to respond, you let your messy kisses along his stomach speak for you. Kyle's head drops back as you begin to tug at his waistband, kissing along his faint happy trail.

You were never very good with your words anyways.

[fatfables]

The Gainer in the Sty or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying About Others and Love the Bulge

A weight gain/gainer story for everyone who had to read that book at school!

Fakes. Nothing annoys me more than fakes. Fake fatties, fake gainers, fake feeders. Fraudulent men with fake bellies, with cushions stuffed up their t-shirts. They say they wanna get fat, they say they wanna feed ya, then all they do is sit around all day pulling it to AI generated images of teenage boys and girls with unrealistic protruding guts that are so fucking obviously fake. Then they probably go to the gym and hang with their fake friends where they take fake selfies pushing out their fake bellies so that they can post them to more fake friends on Insta or Snap ‘em with other fake gainers who lie to ‘em and tell ‘em how fat they’re gonna get. Even worse is the Mpregs, so obviously fake. And the Furries. Oh, you’re a fat pregnant male ostrich are you? Well get your thick fucking head out of the sand you fucking fake. I’m not like them. I’m a real boy, with a real belly. Not one of these perverted online losers who dreams of metamorphosing from an otter into a bear or any other damn cute little animal. I’m a real boy, I ain’t no Peter Pan and I ain’t no Robin Hood. I’ve never asked no one to morph a picture of me. I don’t need to. I ain’t into no fan art either. God, that shit annoys me. Here’s fat Ash and fat fucking Pickachu. Not into that? Why not try fat Kyle and fat Kenny or fat Bart Simpson? Bit fucking young ain’t ‘e? You fucking fake perv. The internet’s fucking full of fat anime guys and girls, but it’s alright ain’t it, cos they’re just cartoons, they’re just fakes. Till you find yourself stroking the snake to a Shutterstock image of a fat kid eating a burger.

I’ve gone too far. I do that sometimes. I’m Cody and I go too far. That’s how I should maybe start introducing myself. So as to warn people. So that they don’t get too offended. I just get so annoyed. The online world irritates me. I should also let you know that I’m a real gainer. I ain’t no fake. I love to eat and I love to do it in order to get fatter. I got a real pot belly, a real developing Dadbod. I only eat unhealthy food and I only drink carbonated drinks. Anything else would just be fraudulent. I ain’t ever bloated myself on water and I ain’t ever going to. And as for sticking a bike pump up my flabby ass, well you can damn well forget about that. My ass is a one way street! Well it ain’t, but you know what I mean. I ain’t one for air. It takes up too much space that could be better put to use for food storage.

I’ll give you an example of what I mean. I was staying downtown cos I was trying to avoid my folks. I’d gotten kicked out of yet another restaurant and didn’t quite know how to tell ‘em, so I checked myself into this middlin’ hotel for a few nights. Plan was to stay in my room and eat and goon. But I soon got bored of that after the first dozen take outs so I started swipin’ on the app like you do. Came across this cute little femboy called Danni with a pear shaped ass, said she wanted to feed me till I was a human balloon and then fuck me. We chatted for a bit and then I gave her my room number. I was already full to excited after my take outs and stood admiring myself in the mirror. My distended gut was already beautifully swollen and I stroked the underside of it dreaming about how very big she was gonna make me...

Read the rest for free at www.fatfables.com

[monster-rinds]

Chapter 43: Feelings

“I exist,” I texted Cassy, Greg, and Ayden over our old group chat. “Can you all come to Salem to meet me here? I want to see you all. But I need to talk to Cassy where it’s safe, especially.”

I realized that I liked using full words in text messages so that they couldn’t be misread. And that Ayden’s most brief and careless messages really annoyed me. I smirked while typing that in. They’d know it was me.

“ths bus $$,” Ayden replied fairly quickly. “dn’t hv.”

Cassy sent a photo of Felicity’s eye glyph and a text that said, “Ask consent for me first.”

“Guys, I’ll DRIVE,” Greg finally responded.

“ok gas $$,” Ayden amended.

“Meet where?” Cassy asked.

So, I sent them the address of the empty storefront I was using to hold my current domain. Then a selfie with me standing in front of it.

“Enthalpiphage,” Milk muttered from near my feet.

I looked down and asked, “What was that?”

“You understand electromagnetic patterns too well to not be an enthalpiphage,” it said.

“OK, sure.”

Being able to manipulate them and being able to understand or explain how I manipulated them were two entirely different things. But, maybe having the comprehensive and detailed concepts of how a smart phone worked wasn’t the essence of being an enthalpiphage. It’s just that I’d come into being in order to prey on life. And I could describe life and what made it work. I’d always thought of myself as an affectivore, and I doubted that would change, no matter how much Milk prodded me about it.

My phone buzzed with another message and I looked.

“Tonight?” Greg had asked.

“Soon,” I replied. “When it is convenient for you, but soon.” I had a cautious thought. “In fact. Do not tell me when over this channel. Just surprise me with your exact timing. I’ll be here. But soon.”

“Gotcha. See ya then.”

“They’re on their way,” I told Milk.

“With Cassy?” it asked.

I tilted my head while looking down at it, “Can’t you read the cell signals yourself?”

“I need your phone’s identification patterns,” it replied.

I shook my phone over it, “You can’t just figure that out by looking at it while I use it?”

“That would be rude.”

I could feel it was being genuine, since I’d chosen to restore my ability to feed off the emotions of other emanants. I’d decided that that would be most useful when facing Chord. But the sense that accompanied that feeding reassured me right then. I felt just a little bit more safe around Milk every time it talked.

“Yes, with Cassy,” I told it. “She’s definitely coming, I’m sure.”

“Good.”

It radiated happiness. Not anticipation. Not hunger. Not smugness or any other worrisome emotion. Just a calm contentedness verging on pleasure.

What a guileless puppydog of an Overlord it seemed to be.

“Why didn’t you give me your memories so that I could know you?” I asked, turning to go back inside.

“Then you wouldn’t have been you,” it replied, following me and telling the truth.

“Can you change your shape?” I asked with friendly curiosity, trying to satisfy a harmless suspicion.

“I am currently changing my shape,” it said, undulating through the opened door of the shop.

---

The ride to Salem at that time of the night took just under an hour, even with Greg’s careful driving.

It was a lot of time to think while Greg and Ayden talked nitty gritty trans stuff.

Cassy had taken the seat to the furthest right, so the other two wouldn’t have to talk past her, and that allowed her to rest her head against the window and feel the vibrations of the truck and road through her skull. And also to rest her neck a little while she searched her feelings about certain things.

Normally, she’d love to listen to what it took to legally, medically, and socially play with gender and gender expression in the modern age, but some of what they had to talk about was dredging up worries about the very imminent future that were, she realized, very human worries. And for her own mental health, her reflex was to dissociate in the face of that.

So, she thought about a pleasant emotion she’d had over the past couple of years that also seemed stronger now.

The urge to be near and around Synthia.

Like, the inability to find her for the past week and a half had been way more distressing than she’d realized. The relief of getting a message from her now functional again cell phone was enormous. Stronger, even, then the last time she’d disappeared.

Cassy had been much more distraught this time, and realized that the feelings around that weren’t just her own.

Or rather, they were her feelings now, and no one else’s, but they didn’t come just from who she’d been before. Felicity had had very monstrous feelings for Synthia, that she’d been going to great pains to hide from Synthia, and everyone else, this whole time.

And they were strange to Cassy, because they weren’t like her autistic human feelings that she couldn’t really identify either. They were both hard for her to name, but definitely distinctly different.

For instance, before Felicity, she’d been thinking of her feelings as a special interest in another person. Which sort of had happened on rare occasion in her life. She’d find someone that she really clicked with, and then she’d love and admire and become as deeply interested in that person as she was in folklore and monsters. And, of course, learning that Synthia was an actual, real life, supernatural monster had intensified those feelings unbearably, and only dissociation had helped her manage it.

But on the other hand, she realized that those feelings didn’t feel any different in quality to when she had a crush on someone. Just the specific thoughts were different. She thought.

She hadn’t wanted to have sex with Synthia. They were coworkers, and that would have been awkward and weird. But, if Synthia had brought the subject up, maybe then she would have? But she would have dismissed it quickly. But, then, once they weren’t coworkers, she might have felt that way, except she’d known Synthia was a monster then, and that had complicated things.

Especially once she’d learned their actual age gap. Holy shit.

And also, really, that whole discovery phase had been really scary, and she’d been startled and distracted by every new revelation, and just barely holding herself together.

But then Felicity had happened.

And now there was a whole new layer of complexity to those feelings. They felt different. They sat differently in her body and created different sensations. And they prompted other thoughts as well. Scary and weird thoughts.

Like fond memories of being inside Synthia and feeling safe, accompanied by confusion, conflict, and self recrimination. And the desperately important need to hide those feelings from her monstrous host.

And, also, she recalled the bizarre and disturbing pleasure of eating and being eaten at the same time in equilibrium. Which had been something Felicity had also felt when she’d been using Cassy as a host, too.

Now Cassy remembered those feelings and yearned for them as if they were her own.

So, what she was now asking herself and trying to figure out was how she was going to talk to Synthia about this, and whether or not she even should.

In an odd way, she’d narrowed their age gap. But, a few million years of remembered experience verses four-hundred and some million years was, well. It was big and significant, still.

But then, that was also something only humans really worried about? And monster relationships, such as they were, weren’t built on the idea of being equals anyway? And now she couldn’t figure out if that was good or bad.

She couldn’t figure out what she wanted or needed in that regard.

But, in any case, it wasn’t like any human beings besides Greg or Ayden would judge her for it, if she got monster-romantic with Synthia, if it could even be described in those terms. But, Greg and Ayden just might, and she didn’t want to alienate or horrify them. And really, the whole point of being aware of age gaps was for your own personal safety.

People talked about it like it was for avoiding pedophilia and child abuse specifically. And that was what made it truly taboo, really. But, with two consenting adults, it was still a personal concern. Something to be cautious about.

It was good to be aware of what the power differential was, and definitely Synthia and Felicity had been constantly negotiating that since they’d met.

And, at first, Felicity had been directed by Chord to do that in order to maneuver Synthia into his gullet. Which had not quite worked out as planned.

Of course, sending Sewer Teeth into their first setup had been a strange and unexpected maneuver on Chord’s part. So maybe Felicity hadn’t been fully party to what Chord had really wanted to do.

Had that been a deliberate ploy on Chord’s part to prune Felicity’s memories at just the right moment? She no longer had those memories, so now she didn’t know.

She couldn’t even figure out how she’d felt about Synthia when they’d first met in the grocery store. There might have been more complexities there that were just gone now.

In any case, free of Chord’s threats and immediate influences, she could now speak openly to Synthia about these things, and maybe they could both learn some things. And maybe, finally, she could turn the tables on Chord.

Or.

Rather.

Since she was Cassy, and not Felicity, now that she was fully half monster she could truly be friends with Synthia.

Oof.

---

My phone buzzed with a message from Ayden, an entire full word, “Here!”

Making my way to the front door, which was easy enough to lock and unlock from the inside without a key, I opened it in time to hear Cassy saying something to the other two.

“It definitely feels weird to learn that I was already becoming a monster when I’d wanted to be one my whole life, I mean,” she was explaining. “But a special one, with some kind of multidimensional properties that I don’t even understand? Yeah, it does feel like main character syndrome, right? I feel embarrassed about it!”

Ayden seemed to be fully engaged, with a furrowed brow and flashing teeth as he tried to figure out how to respond.

Greg just looked like he wanted to extricate himself from an unexpected bear trap.

Greg pointed with his thumb over his shoulder at the other two and said to me, “And I’m the one who half believes this shit. They’re supposed to be the skeptics!”

Cassy looked at me and blinked. “Oh, damn,” she said. “You really biffed it, didn’t you?”

Her voice and mannerisms were nearly a perfect mix of herself and Felicity in a way that really startled me.

I immediately examined her with my full suite of senses recommended and taught to me by Milk.

There was no Felicity there at all.

“You’re going to have to tell me what happened to you, too,” I said.

“Definitely,” she replied.

“Come on in, everyone. I’ve got some actual food in there, if you need it, too,” I gestured back into the shop with my head. “We should discuss the rest of this away from prying and spyful ears.”

“Felicity said to tell you she was sorry,” Cassy whispered as she passed me. “I’ll tell you all about why.”

Oh, yeah. There were a bunch of past group text messages I hadn’t read yet. I wondered if there was something about that in there.

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[skzoologist]

Hiya, I absolutely love your work

I'm not sure if you have already done this but could you do a sort of compilation of times Bae took care of each of the members

Thank you

word count: ~7.4k words, roughtly 800-1000 words per member

warnings: descriptions of getting a cold, Jisung having a bad mental day, Felix twisting his ankle (but the latter two are not thoroughly described)

genre: fluff with some angst sprinkled in

a/n: Hey-ho anon! First of all, I deeply apologise for making you wait for so long, I really meant to write and post this a week ago. But then I wanted to write more, so did, and then the word count just kept increasing... Second of all, thank you very much for requesting such a sweet scenario and for loving my work! It really brought a big, dorky smile on my face. I really hope you like it, I did my best! ^-^

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Bang Chan:

Their leader was doing it again, like always. It was a dance they had been doing for years now, a never ending cycle of exhaustion. He would lock himself in his studio -even remain there for several days if he had nothing else to do in his schedule- and just leave the others wondering about his well being.

The members would try to coax him out, usually to no avail. In the worst case scenario, Chan would even get angry and send them out, locking the door ultimately afterwards. It was never a pretty sight, so everyone was careful about their approach, as if they were in the enclosure of an angry predator.

But even with the chance of being yelled at, Bae always remained by Chan’s side.

He would go to the studio, even if he had a long day and it was nearing midnight, it didn’t matter to him at all. Bae would remain by the locked door with his back against the wall next to it, sitting on the floor on a pillow he always brought with himself in scenarios like this. He always knocked on the door when he arrived, but never expected an answer or for it to open.

So, he simply sat there, a big bottle of water and some easily consumable grocery food laying next to him. Bae left those there every single day, and when he arrived in the next, they were gone; so at least he could relax a bit, knowing Chan was eating and drinking at least that much every day.

Nonetheless, he worriedly remained in his place, chatting with the others on his phone -if they were still up, that is- and calming them a bit. It was a hard task to accomplish, seeing as this whole back and forth between him and Chan put a strain on his own well-being as well. He thought he could hide the eyebags and little yawns successfully, but the calculating eyes of Minho never failed to notice them. If he tried to avoid meeting with his feline resembling bandmate, he would be pestered into sending a selfie -god, his phone blew up so much it vibrated non stop-. He could never escape him and his nagging.

But that was how Bae was, putting others before himself and he couldn’t help it, especially not when he knew his beloved leader was putting so much work on his own shoulders. Just the thought pained him enough to put a permanent crease between his eyebrows, lips arching down slightly.

The sound of a lock clicking and a door opening broke him out of his thoughts, his eyes meeting with dull ones.

“Dal, what’re ya doin’ here?” - Chan slurred out, confusion written on his exhausted face. “Taking care of you.” - was the only answer that left Bae’s lips, his body already up, hands offering the prepared food and water to the older male.

With a heavy sigh, Chan accepted them and downed most of the water, if not all, before tearing open the plastic packaging of a bread bun and wolfing it down. Bae eyed him critically, making sure he ate everything well, not leaving a single crumb behind. As if sensing it, Chan showed Bae the empty packages before pocketing them to throw them away later. Satisfied, the taller one nodded and took Chan’s bag before he stepped in front of him. With a little crouch and a swift grab, Bae took Chan onto his back who just let out a strangled little noise in response.

“D-dal, what’re you doing? I can walk. Hey… Hey, Dal, can you hear me? Put me down, come on mate…” - but as he didn’t get a response, he sighed and finally accepted his fate.

Of course he got no response, Bae knew how stubborn the man was. The moment he let him down, Chan would stumble around and Bae would be forced to watch. It had happened before, so Bae adapted to it and changed his tactics to the current one.

Footsteps and quiet grumblings -cursing directed at him, for sure- were all one could hear as the two made their way to the dorms. Luckily they lived in the same one, so Bae wouldn’t have to walk back to his own one at the crack of dawn after making sure his leader was safe and resting.

By the time they reached the door, only soft snores could be heard, Chan’s breathing tickling Bae’s nape with every breath. He smiled, happy the man finally let himself fall asleep, at least for a little bit. He quietly made his way into the dorms, more specifically Chan’s room, not wishing to wake anyone up. Carefully placing the sleeping male onto the bed, Bae took off his shoes and tucked him in, blanket up to his chin.

Looking over the male one more time, Bae let out a satisfied sigh and took out his phone to take a photo. It was immediately uploaded into their group chat, thankfully no one saw it -it was 5 am after all- right away. Happy that everyone was now sleeping, Bae made his way into his own room, but only after glancing at Chan one last time.

Lee Know:

Bae’s menace of a hyung -even if only by a few months- was resilient, the man rarely got sick or hurt. He was precise in what he did, especially in their dance practices, so it was really worrying to see him make several smaller mistakes in a single session. But when confronted, he brushed them off and continued as if nothing had happened.

It continued like this for a few days, Minho looking worse and worse as time went by, but only slightly. His hair was a bit too dishevelled, he cleared his throat just a bit more than usual and asked back when he didn’t quite catch or understand what they said a suspicious amount of times.

None of it escaped Bae’s attention, and he quite frankly had enough of Minho just brushing them off as if nothing was wrong.

“Minho hyung, you’re sick.” “No, Bae, I’m n–” “You. Are. Sick.” Minho merely blinked back at the taller one, surprised he was talked back to so confidently.

“Oh damn, Bae hyung is not playing around anymore.” - Felix commented, Seungmin muttering a ‘Finally’ as everyone quickly left the room, leaving the two to battle it out. Not even Chan’s leader or hyung privileges could help in the situation, so with a pat on Bae’s shoulder, he left as well.

But before Minho’s sick brain could catch up and retaliate, Bae grabbed his wrist and dragged the male after everyone to the dorms. Naturally, halfway through Minho realised what situation he was in and started loudly whining, unsuccessfully trying to pull his hand out of Bae’s hold. No, the taller had none of it, he simply dashed towards Minho’s room and carefully, but firmly plopped the other onto the bed.

“Rest. I’ll be back.” - he said with a pointed stare, not even waiting for a response from the other.

On his way to the kitchen, he bumped into Seungmin and asked the younger one to make sure Minho didn't escape.

“What’s in it for me?” “You can ask me to do anything, even on camera.” “Sweet, jackpot.”

With his soul being sold to the devil, Bae continued on his way to the kitchen to make a nice, hot soup for his sick hyung. He probably caught a cold, if his sniffing and throat clearing was anything to go by, and that called for homemade chicken soup. Thankfully, everything he needed was available in the dorms -pros of having Minho as one of the residents-, so he could get started right away.

Whenever he could step away for a few minutes, he checked up on Seungmin, to see how he was doing and if he was doing his job. But with the rare reward he got in exchange, Seungmin dutifully did his job and held the door closed.

After an hour or two of cooking, Bae could finally grab a bowl and fill it with steaming, hot soup. Putting it on a tray along with the correct utensils, a glass of water and some medicine, he made his way to Minho's room. He thanked Seungmin for keeping their sick hyung in the room and went in, a dark pair of eyes immediately zeroing in on his form.

“Baeee, I told you I’m not sick.” - Minho whined from the bed, standing up to escape. “And I’m the Santa Claus.” - Bae replied, quickly putting down the tray onto the bedside table and grabbing onto the back of Minho’s shirt, swiftly dragging him back.

Naturally, this earned him a slew of whining and high-pitched noises, but only until the older’s throat gave out and his voice cracked, immediately turning raspy. Minho blinked and confusedly touched his throat, all the while Bae looked like he really wanted to say he said so.

But he didn’t, he wouldn’t.

Instead, he just gestured towards the bed with his head, his hyung sighing and finally giving up the fight, sitting down on the bed with his back propped up against the headboard. Not even a second later the tray was put into his lap, Bae sitting down next to him. He brushed a lock of hair away from Minho’s forehead, putting his hand on it afterwards. Thankfully the male didn’t really feel warmer, which earned a happy sigh from Bae.

“Thank you.” - quietly said Minho after he finished, the bowl and cup empty, medicine taken and being digested.

Bae simply nodded, a small smile forming on his lips at his hyung’s pout that freshly sat upon his face.

“Sleep, I’ll be back.”

And he would be, checking up on the male every few hours, and luckily so. By the morning Minho was absolutely done, the cold knocking the energy right out of him. The most he had the energy for was whining, something he constantly did, much to the annoyance of everyone, especially a certain someone.

“Baeeeeee, my head hurts, gimme a head massaaaaaaageeee.”

The man in question just closed his eyes and sighed, but stood up to saunter over towards Minho anyway.

The things he did for his bandmates.

Seo Changbin:

Changbin was always a very careful person around the gym, constantly making sure his and the others’ stances were good and proper. He never failed to help the others or ask for help if needed, not an ounce of shame or shyness in his voice while doing so -not like there was anything to feel like that for-.

That was why it caught everyone who were at their private gym by surprise when he let out a sudden yell, followed by the loud thud of a weight hitting the floor.

Chan was the first who reached him, quickly assessing the situation and taking control. Jisung was lingering nearby, anxiously following their every move and ready to dash and grab something if needed. It was chaotic, especially with Changbin’s loud cursing when he moved his arm in the wrong way, but the boys managed to support the injured dwaekki and got him to sit down while the physiologist arrived there.

Chan was no stranger to accidental injuries, he worked quickly and efficiently, hence why the first thing he did was calling a medical expert. In the meantime, Jisung updated the others via their group chat, his hands still slightly shaking from worry.

The few minutes they had to wait for the physiologist to arrive felt like hours, their heads already filled with countless scenarios about how severe the injury could be and how long it would take to heal. Don’t get them wrong, the most they worried about was their bandmate’s health, someone they spent so much time with they considered family. But being an idol was a demanding job, and a serious injury could have harsh consequences.

Thankfully, it was nothing like that, Changbin merely pulled a muscle and it would heal in a few weeks.

All three of them heaved out a relieved sigh, the physiologist smiling at their reaction, before giving instructions on what to do and leaving. The three went back to the dorms after that immediately, Changbin’s right arm now wrapped in bandage and resting in a sling. If he wanted it to properly heal fast, he had to rest it a lot and ice it too, so he had no choice but to begrudgingly wear the sling.

He didn’t like it one bit, his training schedule now completely turned upside down and he was not happy about it. The whole way there he whined, much to the dismay of the other two. But they endured it, already used to how the dwaekki usually was, especially when annoyed like this.

The moment they opened the dorm’s front door, 6 pairs of eyes greeted them back. Felix immediately rushed over to them from where he was pacing the room, looking over Changbin’s form and assessing the situation himself. As much as Changbin whined on the way over, he voiced nothing of the sort when he answered the sunshine incarnate, merely trying to calm the boy down.

Bae watched it all silently while he was listening to the physiologist’s instructions from Chan, the elder already knowing the situation would be completely under control with their tall member there. Bae nodded once Chan was done and with a pat on the shoulder, he left to check on Jisung and calm his anxiety if needed. A quick glance told him there was no need for such, the quokka already with Minho who expertly took the younger’s mind off of the accident.

So, Bae simply walked over to ruffle Jisung’s hair, then went over to his injured bandmate -who had a Felix stuck on his uninjured side like a koala- with a raised eyebrow.

“Yah, don’t look at me like that, it was an accident! I don’t know what happened, I guess I moved the wrong way or something.”

Bae hummed in reply with a slight nod, brushing a lock of hair away from Felix’s eyes and quietly asking him to move away. Once that was done, he ushered the loud little dwaekki onto the couch to rest, knowing fully well the man would not stay still alone in his own room. But even with all that, he refused to lay down.

“No, I don’t wanna!” “What do you mean?” “I don’t wanna just lay down and stay still!”

If looks could kill, Changbin would have been a dead man long ago. He noticed it too when he took a peek at Bae, so he quickly corrected himself.

“I will only lay down in your lap!” “... Eh?”

The tall man was shocked into silence, his ears already reddening before his mind could properly process what had happened. The others merely bursted into laughter, not that surprised by their bold bandmate.

“Just give up Bae hyung, you know how he is.” - Hyunjin added in, a sly smile dancing on his lips.

Curse them, they all enjoyed the situation a bit too much.

But Bae could only accept it all, since they were right: it was the only way Changbin would rest, and Bae cared for him more than he cared for his own pride. So, with a heavy sigh he sat down and patted his lap while looking anywhere, but his bandmates’ eyes. The sheer joy could be heard in the noise Changbin made and he wasted no time to situate his head comfortably on his victim’s lap.

Since he had to lay on his back to not aggravate his injury, he had the perfect view of Bae’s bashful expression, giggling at it in glee. He absolutely loved flustering his shy hyung, it was one of his favourite things to do. Bae merely playfully glared at him as he pressed a wrapped up ice pack onto his injured arm -that Chan passed to him-, revelling in the little hiss he let out in response.

“Yah, why are you so rough? Will you poke out my eye too when you’re feeding me??”

Yep, there went Bae’s normal skin complexion along with his ability to form sentences, all the while the others just watched in amusement -and maybe they filmed it too, who knows-.

Hwang Hyunjin:

It was a rare moment where they all had a little break from their hectic schedules and they decided to go to a water park, wishing to cool down on a hot summer day. Of course they would be filming there a bit too, but it was going to be much less strict compared to the shooting of a music video or the preparation for a tour.

Everyone was brimming with excitement, some even unable to contain it as they hopped around in place or pestered someone. Bae couldn’t blame them, really, he himself was extremely excited too, given how much he loved water and peacefully swimming in it. Naturally, this meant everyone teased him about being an otter -Jisung as their leader- just like his skzoo, but it was fine. Worst case scenario, he would drag them into the water with himself and reprimand them there, knowing it would shut them up for a solid 30 minutes before it all started up once again.

“Which car will you go in, Hyung?” - bounded over Felix, the epitome of energy.

Right, the park was an hour long drive away and because they were let go by themselves and weren’t driven around in a van, they had to split up.

But before Bae could even consider his options, a quokka and a cat grabbed his arms -one each- and stole him away, leaving a blinking Felix behind. It all happened so fast, Bae could only blink and gape like a fish out of the water after he was shoved into the backseat of a car, the perpetrators sitting in the front -with Minho driving- and quickly buckling up.

“Did you get kidnapped, Dal hyung?” - asked the soft voice of Hyunjin, who apparently sat next to him the whole time.

He simply nodded in response and quickly put on his seatbelt, seeing as the car already started up and they zoomed out of the parking lot.

“Yea, snatched him right out of Felix’s hold. You should have seen his face!” - laughed Jisung, his fingers already scrolling on his phone to search for a playlist and blast it through the car’s speakers. “Huh… Good job Han, you did something great for once in your life.” - Hyunjin replied as he scooted as close as he could to Bae and laid his head on the older’s shoulder. “Hey, what do you mean by that?!” “Oh you know what I mean.” “No I don’t, Mr. Drama Llama, please elaborate.” “You know, when you kept–” - but Bae flicked Hyunjin’s forehead before he could finish his sentence, earning a loud and dramatic whine from the younger.

He also glanced back at Jisung -who was clinging to the back of his seat so he could face them better-, who sputtered out an apology and turned back around as Minho just laughed in amusement at their antics.

“Why did you hit me so hard, aish.” “It wasn’t hard and you know it. Now come here, you dramatic princess.” “P-princess–”

But Bae turned Hyunjin’s head to face him anyway, gentle fingers swiftly soothing the slightly red skin on the younger’s forehead. This immediately shut Hyunjin up, as he now peacefully enjoyed the rare moment and caring touch of his shy hyung. Naturally, once it was over he resumed his spot on Bae’s shoulder and the car ride continued with relative peace amongst the lively chatting and loud music.

It was all fine and well until Bae sweeped his hand over Hyunjin’s forehead to tuck a stray lock of hair away, when he realised something was wrong. Hyunjin’s skin was slightly cold and clammy, a thin layer of sweat coating it. If Bae concentrated, he could hear how the younger’s breathing was slightly off; laboured and a bit forced.

“Jin?” - he gently asked, only earning a quiet hum in return.

This worried the older even more, making his eyebrows furrow in concern, something that Minho noticed from the rearview mirror and gave voice to it.

“Jin is not okay, can you pull over somewhere Hyung?”

No further elaboration was needed as silence took over the car, the lively chatter dead and the music reduced to a mere quiet background noise.

“Jin, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” - Bae tried once more, his hand now actively running through the younger’s hair in a calming effort. “Don’t feel good… Nauseous.” “Good job, thank you. Rest now, we’ll stop soon.” - Bae replied back, brushing his nose against the crown of Hyunjin’s hair as he glanced at the rearview mirror, eyes meeting with Minho’s who nodded to confirm they would indeed stop soon.

Jisung was already on the phone, talking to the others to tell them they would be late and that he would update them as soon as he could. Bae was really grateful he had such competent bandmates who he could call family, who he knew so well they could understand each other with no words.

The moment the car stopped, they all undid their seatbelts -Bae did it for Hyunjin, with the state the poor man was reduced to- and coaxed their sick bandmate out. It took a while, but when Hyunjin got out of the car he immediately hunched over and emptied his stomach, Bae holding his hair away and rubbing soothing circles into his back. The other two rummaged through the car for some water and a bag for Hyunjin in case of an emergency, not wanting to just stand around and do nothing while their friend suffered.

A few minutes of resting -and somehow making Hyunjin drink a bit-, they all sat back into the car.

“Jin, lay down.”

Even in a sick state this surprised the blonde, because it meant his head would be resting in his hyung’s lap.

“It’s fine, just lay down, don’t worry.”

Bae’s statement left no room for argument and with that, off they went to catch up to the others at the water park.

Han Jisung:

That day was no different from any other, everyone’s schedule full as they went their separate ways to get things done. Bae spent his whole day in the practice room alone, doing their new choreography over and over again, until it seared not only into his mind, but his muscles as well. And when that was done, he did it one more time for good measure before stretching down and tiredly walking back to the dorms he shared with half of the boys.

Upon arriving, he called out a loud greeting in case anyone was back already and indeed someone was, namely Hyunjin, who greeted him back. A quick chat later Bae went to shower and hole himself up in his room, but not to rest, rather to work away on his computer.

While he was not part of the 3racha and he didn’t edit songs, he still had his own computer-related studies he had to cram into his spare time. Thus, he put an earbud in -just one, in case he was needed by someone- to listen to some instrumental music as he slaved away in front of the bright screen in the dark room, the notion most probably damaging his eyes, but he couldn’t really care at that moment.

He was fully immersed in his work, mind focused on one task only, when suddenly a noise caught his attention.

It was so faint he almost missed it.

Pausing his music, Bae took out his earbud and swivelled around in his chair towards the door, waiting to hear the sound again and confirm he was not just hallucinating it -wouldn’t be the first time-. And sure enough, there it was, somehow even fainter than before. He didn’t hesitate for a second as he called out and invited in whoever was on the other side, although he had an inkling about their identity as this had happened before already.

The door opened up just enough for a dark mop of hair to peek through, nothing else could be seen from their dark silhouette due to the lack of light in the room. But Bae could tell, there was no doubt in his mind about who it was, saddened that it was one of those days again.

“It’s alright, come in Ji.” - he called out gently with a nickname he only used when needed.

Jisung stepped into the room and closed the door, but did not really approach his hyung, he merely fidgeted in place -only told by the rustling sounds one could hear from the darkness-. Knowing how things went by now, Bae patted his leg in silence and carefully watched as Jisung slowly made his way over to him and climbed into his lap.

With his knees folded, head buried in the crook of Bae’s neck and arms tightly wound around his hyung’s form, Jisung seemed small, extremely so. His vulnerable form softened Bae’s eyes immediately, the elder hugging his form into himself even more if possible.

“Hard day, baby?” - he hummed out, his protective and doting side taking over as he drew little shapes into Jisung’s back and sides.

All he got was a weak nod in response before the younger buried his head deeper into the crook of his neck, a broken breath leaving his tiny form.

There were days when everything got too much for Jisung, when the weight on his shoulders felt impossibly heavy, crushing his very soul; when he felt like he couldn’t go on any longer, like he just wasn’t enough. And on those days, if he had enough power, he seeked out one of his calmer, quieter bandmates. It was normally Bae, especially after their dorm change, because he was the one around when needed. But the taller one didn't mind this one bit, he simply opened his arms and silently welcomed the other every single time without fail, mending the unseen wounds just with his calming presence.

They stayed cuddling like that for minutes or for hours, none of them knew; the computer screen had turned off due to inactivity a long time ago.

In the dark room only the occasional rustling of clothes could be heard, along with Bae’s mindless humming, his soft voice a calming companion.

Soon enough, the slowly calming breathing that tickled his neck evened out, turning deeper as the hold on his clothes weakened with every breath the younger took. Bae patted Jisung’s head, fingers gently gliding through soft locks of hair before he carefully tightened his hold on the sleeping male’s form and stood up. He only had to take a few steps to reach his goal: his bed, still untouched from when he made it that morning, so he skillfully peeled the blanket away with one arm and delicately placed Jisung down, tucking him in. The younger’s grip was still strong, he barely managed to break away from it without waking the other up, just so he could change into his pyjamas quickly.

Before Jisung could start tossing around, undoubtedly looking for him, Bae slipped back into the bed and watched with a warm expression as the little quokka’s hands immediately found his shirt and latched onto it.

“Good night, Ji.” - he muttered out, the exhaustion he had been ignoring was coming back with full force. But if this was the price to help the others, he would do it in a heartbeat all over again.

Lee Felix:

Their younger little aussie was flexible and talented when it came to doing dance moves that were on the more dangerous side, they all knew he would be fine. But that did not stop them from worrying whenever he got the bright idea of doing a dangerous tiktok or a random taekwondo move out of nowhere. If Chan was nearby, he would immediately put down whatever he was doing and give the boy all his attention, ready to move and catch him if needed. Sometimes it was needed, sometimes not, but usually everything turned out fine in the end. They would laugh it off after Chan sent Felix a reprimanding glare, the latter not attempting to do the move once again in fear of his dad’s wrath.

Such was the law of the jungle.

But Chan wasn’t there with them at the moment, no, it was only Felix and Bae in the practice room, fooling around. Well, the younger was, dragging his hyung along in the process, knowing fully well Bae couldn’t really say no to his younger bandmates and their charm.

“Come on Bae hyung, it will be fun!” - Felix pleaded, hands swinging one of Bae’s around in desperation. “No, Lixie, we won’t do it. No one else is here to catch you if needed, I don’t want you to get hurt.” “But pleaaaase…” “No, and that’s final.”

With that, Bae gently pried his hand out of Felix’s hold and went to his phone to put on some music to practice to, shaking his head when he heard the younger quietly calling him ‘no fun’. He would gladly be the most boring person if it would mean the ones he cared about were safe, but of course, things had to go wrong.

All he heard were the squeak of a shoe, a thud and a yell before he turned around so fast he became lightheaded.

There laid Felix on the floor, his left ankle bending a bit too much than it should be able to. Bae didn’t hesitate a moment to grab his phone -tearing out the cord that connected it to the speakers- and sprint over towards his fallen bandmate, sliding on his knees in the process.

“Lixie, look at me and tell me where it hurts.” - he started questioning, his hands on the sides of Felix’s face. “I–... Nowhere? I’m fine, Hyung, why?” “Okay, it hasn't hit you yet. That’s fine-, no, Lixie, look at me, stop squirming around. Whatever you do, don’t move your left leg, okay? Do that for me, please?” “Woah, I haven’t heard you talk this much in a while.” “Just promise me, okay?” The younger boy nodded -as much as he could in Bae’s hold- and watched his hyung type away on his phone and put it up to his ear.

He felt fine, really, but based on the rushed reaction of Bae, he must have successfully injured himself. It wasn’t his goal at all, he just wanted to move around a bit, but… Guilt ate away at his soul, remembering how his hyung warned him exactly of this situation.

“I’m sorry, Dal hyung.” “I’ll do that, yes and– Felix? Why are you sorry?” - Bae asked confusedly, his attention now split between the phone and the injured sunshine incarnate. “You warned me and yet–” - Felix tried to say, but failed as a hiss left his mouth, face scrunched up in pain. “Alright, see you later Hyung. And Felix, it’s okay, we’ll talk about it later. For now, just continue keeping your promise and wait here. I’ll be right back.” - Bae replied with a small smile on his face as he patted Felix’s head once more and stood up, sprinting out of the room, somehow managing to pocket his phone in the hasty process.

It didn’t take long for him to get back, to Felix it was over literally in the blink of an eye as all he could do was grimace through the pain, teeth on the brink of breaking from how tight he was grinding them together.

“This will be cold, I’m sorry Lixie.” - was all the warning he got before cold mixed together with the pain, earning a loud hiss and a muffled grunt from him.

Scooting closer to his face as much as he could, Bae started carting his fingers through Felix’s hair in a calming effort, desperately hoping it would work.

“Chan hyung and the others will be here soon, along with the medics. Just a bit longer, Lix.” - he hummed out, voice even and steady.

But as much as he tried to hide it, his hand shook for a second and he wished the younger didn’t feel it. He didn’t want to make him feel worse or make him panic too, so he hid his own feelings with a gulp of air, putting on a composed exterior.

Felix would be fine, it was probably just a sprain; at least he kept telling himself while simultaneously holding the cold soda can gently to the younger’s leg and petting his head.

Suddenly the door bursted open and he was gently ushered away, only being able to watch as Felix was quickly taken away to be properly checked over and treated. He simply knelt there and watched, the world seemingly cold and numb to him. He could barely register the touch on his shoulder that never left his side ever since everyone arrived, how it softly squeezed the flesh there and drew little circles in place.

His name sounded a bit far away, but a blink later everything crashed back into him.

“Chan, I was so scared.” - he muttered into the crook of the elder’s neck, his shaking body in his hyung’s steady hold. “I know Dal, I know. It’s gonna be alright.” - Chan whispered back, face buried into Bae’s neck as well, the rarely ever seen scared form of his bandmate worrying him.

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna be okay.”

Kim Seungmin:

They were all at a photoshoot, getting ready for their next comeback with full force and determination. Everyone was excited about it and they couldn’t wait to see STAYs reaction to their new album. The boys desperately hoped they would like it, since all of them really poured their heart and soul into each song and music video. Every single day was spent working on it, from morning till night, and as much as they loved their jobs, they were starting to get a bit tired of it.

“Hey, Dal hyung, you wanna come over tonight? We could watch some marvel movies.” - Jeongin suddenly asked after they were finished with the shooting. “Oh? Yeah, come over Bae hyung, we all can do a marvel movie marathon tonight!” - Felix joined in the moment the word ‘marvel’ hit his ears, a wide grin already sitting on his freckled face.

Not expecting this even after so many years -he really should have been used to it by now-, Bae simply blinked at the two pleading faces in front of him. Knowing that it would be loud with the rowdy boys, he worriedly glanced at the two remaining roommates: Seungmin and Minho.

But before he could even open his mouth to voice his concerns, the two answered it for him.

“No, Dal hyung, it’ll be fine. So come over freely.” “Bae, don’t even think about refusing it, or I will personally drag you over, so shush.” Well, that settled it, so Bae simply nodded and watched as Felix and Jeongin did a happy little dance, somehow dragging Seungmin into it in the process.

After getting their makeup taken off, they were all ready to go back and Bae told his roommates about his nightly plan. Naturally, since it wasn’t a rare occurrence, all he got were ‘Have fun’ wishes and rough headpats that left him disoriented.

It didn’t take them long to arrive back in the dorms, everyone quickly changing into comfy clothes the moment their feet were free from their shoes; even Bae, who had a small stash of clothes for whenever he stayed over. He wasn’t allowed to move a finger even in getting the snacks ready, so he simply sat on the sofa with Seungmin, who was somehow roped into joining them.

The boy looked like the definition of exhaustion, his hair dishevelled and looking like a bird’s nest at best, his eyes slightly unfocused and duller than usual. “Minnie, you can go to bed, it’s okay.” - Bae softly spoke out, afraid that if he spoke any louder, the boy would startle. But Seungmin simply shook his head sluggishly, adamant in his decision of staying up with everyone else.

The older could only let out a sigh of acceptance, his attention taken away shortly afterwards by the other 3 appearing in the room; hands full of snacks of every kind. And then the problem came: who would sit on the other side of Bae? It was always a full on war between the boys, wanting to cling to the taller and tease him until he turned red. Bae couldn’t stop it, trust him, he tried so many times in the past.

Instead he let them fight it out, their sly little maknae sitting next to him while Felix and Minho were busy cat-fighting. Their reaction when they finally noticed was priceless and Bae couldn’t help but burst into laughter. The two could only grumble as they sat on the other side of the sofa, Felix having to hold Minho back as Jeongin made funny faces at him.

A quick forehead flick later, Bae put on the first marvel movie -they were watching them from the beginning, according to the timeline- and let the maknae seize one of his arms as a pillow. He didn’t need it anyway.

As time went by the snacks dwindled in number until none was left even before the end of the first movie. No one else seemed too sleepy yet, all except Seungmin, whose body slowly but surely started slumping against Bae’s side. The older didn't mind one bit, letting their little menace sleep on his shoulder peacefully. Even when Jeongin noticed the sleeping puppy and tried to poke at him, Bae quickly put a stop to it, knowing how rare it was for Seungmin to just fall asleep in the middle of doing something. The boy clearly needed some rest, and he would be damned if he didn’t let him have it.

Bae continued on with his guard duties until the end of the marathon, but he didn’t have a hard time as Jeongin fell asleep too, later joined by Felix. His arms were completely numb by now, so he carefully wiggled them out one by one and waited for some feeling to return in his tingling fingers. Unfortunately, the notion stirred the youngest awake and Bae immediately apologised, but was brushed off by the yawning maknae.

“I said don’t worry, I’ll just go to bed now. Good night guys.” He was quickly followed by Minho and a now awake Felix -Minho may or may not have shaken him awake violently-, only Bae and a sleeping Seungmin remaining.

Looking over at the younger, Bae let out a fond sigh and picked him up into his arms, careful not to jostle him too much. He already knew where everyone’s rooms were like the back of his hand, so it wasn’t hard for him to find Seungmin’s room and carefully tuck him into bed.

He knew how hard the younger was working, how much he sacrificed for the band and he wished he would give himself some slack.

“Good night, Minnie.” - with one final, gentle pat on the head, Bae quietly walked out of the sleeping puppy’s room.

Yang Jeongin:

“Innie.” - Bae’s voice cut through the silence, firm and cold even over the mask he put on. “No, I won’t let you in.” - came the raspy reply, voice muffled by the locked door. “Jeongin.” “Nooo, go away!” “Yang Jeongin!”

After a minute of silence, only a sigh and some shuffling could be heard from the other side of the door, before a click cut through the air, indicating the path inside was clear. Bae didn’t hesitate to go inside not even a second later, a tray of warm soup and medicine balanced on one of his hands.

“But now you might get sick too…” - muttered Jeongin before sniffling, quickly reaching for a tissue for his stuffy nose.

His hyung merely placed down the tray on his desk and gestured towards it, giving him no choice but to sit down and slowly eat the still scalding hot liquid.

“I don’t care, Innie. I did the same with Lino hyung, you are no different.” - Bae answered simply as he sat down on the bed, watching the younger’s movements closely.

Jeongin did not look okay. The cold he caught -most probably from Minho- just did him dirty: he couldn’t breathe through his nose, his voice was raspy and almost gone, his breathing was forced and heavy. Not to mention the coughing rushes that sometimes attacked him, every single one sounded as if he was going to cough his whole respiratory system up. Just hearing it made anyone nearby flinch, eyebrows furrowed in worry and pity.

Naturally this meant Bae too, the man having rushed over the moment he heard of the news.

This surprised no one of course, as it was a common occurrence, hence why they teasingly called him mom sometimes. That earned them a lesson, which consisted of being chased around and tickled to death, but they never stopped with it. Bae had to accept his fate, just like he did before he came into Jeongin’s room with the soup and medicine. No matter, he would get them for it later, he had already made a mental note for it.

Seeing as how the younger had finished eating, Bae stood up and went to the headboard of the bed, stacking the pillows and plushies up so the sick little fox could lean against them and hopefully sleep in a half-sitting position finally. Glancing back at him, the older noticed the untouched packet of medicine hidden behind the bowl, a sad attempt made by Jeongin.

“Innie…” - he sighed out, already walking back towards the other. “W-what? I finished, Hyung.” - Jeongin stuttered out, his hands hovering above the tray, not knowing where to grab. “You didn’t take your medicine.” “I-I did!” “Innie…” “  Sigh  Fine, I didn’t. But it tastes horrible, I hate it!” - the younger pouted, arms crossed in front of his puffed up chest.

It was an adorable sight, even with how sick he was.

“Hmm, then I guess I’ll eat this by myself.” - Bae replied as he took out a packet of sweets from his shirt’s pocket.

Just by the gasp it elicited, he knew he had won, he had gotten one of Jeongin’s favourites after all.

“Buuut, I’ll let you have it if you take that medicine for me.”

He didn’t even have to wait for a reply, the maknae simply tore the packet open and after dissolving its contents in a cup of water, downed it in one go. Face scrunched up in disgust, Jeongin blindly held out his hand for his prize and Bae gave it to him, even offering an extra head pat as a reward.

Satisfied, Jeongin’s face immediately brightened up as he opened the packet and happily munched away on the sweets. It was amusing to watch, especially how he did a happy little dance after an extra delicious piece. It was probably thanks to the sickness and its numbing effects on the mind, but Bae didn’t mind it one bit. Jeongin kind of reminded him of Hyunjin at the moment and his little americano dance. Either way, he watched the younger absolutely devour the pack of candy with amusement dancing in his eyes, his lips arching upwards under the mask at the sad pout once the sick little fox realised there was no more candy.

“Alright, time to rest now Innie.” “I don’t wannaaaaa.” “Don’t whine at me, I know you couldn’t sleep at night because of your nose. Now use your nose spray and get into bed.” “Yes moooooom…” - Jeongin mocked Bae, but with a sharp glare he quickly stopped and did as he was told to do, sitting in bed not even a minute later.

Bae saw how the maknae’s eyes started drooping, the spray working -at least for a while- and allowing him to breathe through his nose. So, he gently pushed the younger into the wall of pillows and carefully carted a hand through his dark mop of hair.

“Good night, Innie. Have sweet dreams.” - he whispered, Jeongin already at the edge of sleep as he took the empty tray with him and tiptoed out of the room, turning off the overhead lights on his way out.

[foap-enjoyer]

2023 Halloween funny moments.

Bit of a different kind of post than normal, but I just wanted to share with the world.

I answer my door each year on Halloween (In the UK) with my many, many animals (snakes, lizards, spiders, ect), and these are some of the best responses I've gotten to each animal this specific year:

With pictures!

So trigger warning for snakes/lizards/cockroaches/tarantulas.

Lizard (Bearded dragon) (adult) - Is that a gecko? - Oh mum look, it's a... it's... a dinosaur? - Oh wow, that's cool. It's a Komodo lizard thing, right? - Mum! Mum look! He has an armadillo-thingy! - Oh my teacher used to have one of those. It died, I think. - It licked me IT LICKED ME I'M GOING TO DIE - Oh my God it's ACE, HI ACE I KNOW YOU (People know my lizard more than me..)

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Snake (Royal 'ball' Python) (adult) - Holy SHIT - Get that thing away FROM MEEEE - Why would you own one of those. Respectfully, Mr.. snake.. owner, sir? - That's one wicked worm my guy - Is it a boa constrictor? I know snakes really well. - I WANNA HOLD IT MUM CAN I HOLD IT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE - I like snakes. They like violence, like me. ("Oh, actually he's very shy and gentle...") I don't like this snake. - MUM IT'S THE SNAKE MAN! (I'm well known in these parts as the 'reptile man' haha)

~ Snake (Hognose snake) (adult) - Why can't I hold this snake? ("Because he's very mean. He eats children") *cries* ("Only bad children, I promise!") *cries harder* - He's ginger! Ewwww! - He's very small... But it's the personality that counts, hey mate? - It's a cornsnake! With a.. oh. It's nose is deformed. Was it inbred?

~ Tarantula (Nhandu Chromatus/Brazillian Red 'n' white) (adult) - FUCK NO. FUCK. NO. - PISS OF YA DAFT CUNT (To the spider, not me... I think?) - Is it fluffy? Like a dog, I mean. It looks spiky, like a hedgehog. - Can I hold it? ("No, I'm sorry, they're fragile) Wow I've been lied to I thought they were tough as hell. - You, yeah both of you, you've got issues. - It looks like a Tony or something. Is it called Tony? - That fuckers bigger than my face, you feed him fingers or something?

~ Tarantula (Brachypelma hamorii/Mexican red knee) (baby) - Oh my God... You know what? That's kind of cute. - Mum, can we get one? "Fuck no, Tyler." - It's... what exactly does it do ("Nothing?") well that's boring. - It at least looks cuter than the house-spider I let stay in the corner of my room. He's called Terry.

~ Madagascan hissing cockroaches (adults) - Why would you own these. - Oh these are those hissing ones... Why aren't they hissing? - It bit me ("It's just her legs holding on") damn gurl you got some daggers on your feet - Can I steal them - Can I eat them - Can I take a selfie with them? - What are their names? ("Oh they're named after Mario princesses-") DAMN where's Princess Peach? PEACH?? PEACH WHERE ARE YOU?! (Don't worry, he found Peach, Peach is the third one. Yes, I can tell them apart)

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Just a small reminder that I am an actual professional with these animals and I don't recommend doing this for Halloween unless you know what you're doing and, more importantly, know your animal (especially with tarantulas!). I did not let any child or adult hold my tarantulas nor my hognose (They're venomous, even if it's a small dose, allergic reactions may occur), and I know my python well enough to know he'll never strike, same with my beardie.

These are, also, not the only animals I have. I have thirteen in total :)

Just a lil notice! All fun though! Hope you enjoyed!

[thuganomxcs]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

bold what applies to your muse. italicize if there's potential / it depends. cross if never applies.

holding hands · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photo booth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favorite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heir loom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb("iloveyou") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · granting them the last bite (from meal)

tagged: @pichipie (thanks for tagging yo boy)

tagging: @infintasmal (botan), @adversitybloomed , @universestreasures (ishizu), @eternalbxtterfly , @thawingiceprincess , @take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar , @bonescribes (kurama), @coolrpblog (plum), @immolatiism , @ofhardknoxxx , @devildukem , @theothervonkarmagirl (clara), @chibitantei , @tvstarkuma , steal it homies

[htfs-ranked-on]

could ya rank them from most likely to get into a twitter argument to least likely?

think it’d be kinda funny lol

sniffles: i just know in my heart that this man is so chronically online. his twitter account is 90% him going back and forth with flat earthers

giggles: there's a tumblr post floating around of someone calling someone a slur and then putting "/neg" on the end and i think giggles does that on twitter every single day

handy: okay handy doesn't so much get into twitter beef as much as he posts paragraph long rants calling someone an idiot and then immediately blocks them afterwards

cuddles: definitely has a stantwt account. do y'all remember the youtube 101 short where he left a hate comment on disco bear's channel that appeared to be entirely swear words? that's at least half of what he does on twitter

disco bear: exclusively fights with cuddles but other than that his account is mostly selfies

splendont: he doesn't post much but when he does it's usually to argue with someone

lifty and shifty: these two don't go out of their way to get into twitter beef but they will happily participate if it comes across their feed + they are Always having the most cartoonish fights with each other on no provocation.

splendid: he... technically Has a twitter but he runs it like a brand account. it's all convention dates and quote tweets going "Thank you so much to @(insert the most heinous stantwt username you can think of) for the wonderful fan art!" captioned over a tweet of some risque fanart of him

mime: has a twitter but mostly just posts pictures and videos of tricks he does and stuff like that. captions them exclusively in emoji for the bit.

nutty: too busy playing video games to get into twitter fights

russell: he's over on youtube posting "hamilton slime tutorials" he's not on twitter

lammy: she never actually Says anything on her twitter she just posts aesthetic moodboards and pictures of flowers

flippy: he has a twitter he rarely uses. will sometimes retweet lammy's flower pictures but that's about it.

mole: facebook user (derogatory)

petunia: petunia is chronically OFFline for her mental health because the one time she tried to get on twitter she got stuck in a doomscrolling spiral for 6 hours and had to be dragged out of it by handy

flaky: they follow maybe 10 people on twitter and 3 of them are baseball fun fact accounts

[laurencius]

Ruang Sunyi Bernama Adam

Nama gue, Adam Tanuwijaya. Lahir dari keluarga Katolik membuat gue mendapatkan nama Laurensius saat SMP setelah di baptis. Gue dikenal karena suara gue—lantang, percaya diri, dan penuh gairah. Seringkali memimpin orasi di aula SMA, mewakili sekolah dalam lomba debat, membacakan puisi di acara perpisahan, atau sekadar bercanda keras-keras di kantin. Padahal gue tumbuh dalam keluarga yang tidak terlalu cerewet; ibu gue adalah perempuan tangguh yang membesarkan gue dengan tangan yang cekatan dan kata-kata seperlunya, sedangkan laki-laki itu—yang ninggalin gue sama ibu sejak gue SMP—lebih sering menunjukkan eksistensinya lewat tindakan: seperti menitipkan cemilan favorit gue lewat gofood.

Saat pita suara gue rusak di tahun terakhir SMA, gue seperti dipaksa masuk ke dunia tanpa bunyi. Dua bulan tanpa suara, dua bulan penuh ketakutan: “Kalau gue gak bisa ngomong, masih ada yang mau dengerin gue gak ya?”

Tapi dari sunyi itulah, gue menemukan keindahan baru. Bahwa tak semua hal perlu diteriakkan agar terasa. Bahwa perhatian bisa hadir dalam bentuk diam. Bahwa cinta bisa tumbuh justru ketika kita mulai belajar mendengar, bukan hanya bicara.

Kini, sebagai mahasiswa Agroteknologi semester 4, gue tidak lagi mencari cara untuk menjadi yang paling keras terdengar. Gue memilih jadi yang paling dalam dirasa.

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BIODATA

Nama lengkap: Laurensius Adam Tanuwijaya

Nama panggilan: Adam

Tempat, tanggal lahir: Salatiga, 17 April 2005

Domisili: Jakarta Timur

MBTI: INFJ

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FAKTANYA

Punya hobi koleksi Majalah Tempo, terutama yang punya rubrik esai sastra atau opini politik—karena gue suka baca yang diksinya marah-marah tapi tetap enak dibaca.

Selalu bawa buku tulis kecil ke mana pun, isinya bukan catatan kuliah, tapi potongan puisi atau percakapan yang gue dengar diam-diam.

Suka menyimpan foto tanaman hasil panen praktikum kampus sebagai kenangan hidup, walau teman-teman gue bilang itu lebih keliatan kayak sayuran buat katalog pasar.

Pernah hampir ikut lomba stand-up comedy waktu SMA, tapi batal karena pita suara belum pulih.

Paling suka aroma tanah basah, dan gue pernah bilang ke Tamara kalau bau kayak gini tuh, kayak rumah.

Jarang banget selfie, tapi feed IG gue estetik dong—isinya benda-benda random yang punya makna khusus buat gue, kayak daun jatuh atau buku lusuh.

Pernah sekali bantu dosen ngurus tanaman lab semalaman karena takut tanamannya layu saat akhir pekan.

Selalu dengerin lagu sambil nulis, playlist gue kebanyakan lagu mellow dan ballad.

Gak suka kopi tapi sering nongkrong di coffee shop, alasannya: tempatnya enak buat mikir dan ngeliatin orang.

Punya kebiasaan ngasih nama ke tanaman, kayak Bramantyo buat tanaman cabai rawit favorit gue dan Asih buat tanaman anggrek milik ibu gue.

[sodomvalleyrol]

GRUPOS DEL FORO: ¡ELIGE TU VENENO, CARIÑO!

🎭 DRAMA QUEEN

Si el mundo no gira a su alrededor, es porque todavía no han hecho su gran entrada. Maestros del show y del llanto estratégico, pueden convertir un café frío en una tragedia griega y una ruptura en un apocalipsis emocional. Pero, querido, ¿qué es la paz mental cuando tienes atención asegurada? Si te gusta el caos con un toque de glamour, aquí tienes tu reino.

😈 FUCKBOY

Compromiso, ¿qué es eso? Para estos expertos en el arte del coqueteo, la vida es un checklist de conquistas. Te dirán lo que quieres oír, te harán sentir como el único en el mundo... y luego desaparecerán más rápido que tu dignidad después de un par de shots. Si buscas profundidad, mejor trae una pala.

🎮 GEEK

La realidad está sobrevalorada y estos chicos lo saben. Entre videojuegos, cómics y debates sobre la lógica en películas de ciencia ficción, su mundo es más interesante que la vida misma. Hablan en referencias que solo unos pocos elegidos entienden ("It’s dangerous to go alone! Take this."), y si logras sacarlos de su mazmorra digital, será solo porque encontraron a alguien lo suficientemente especial para hacer co-op en la vida real.

💪 GYM BRO

Pecho, bíceps, tríceps, repite. Su cuerpo es su templo y su feed de Instagram está lleno de selfies en el espejo del gimnasio. Puede que el romance también sea su deporte favorito, pero no te sorprendas si una charla casual se convierte en un reto de flexiones o te piden que "solo midas sus bíceps".

🌊 JUST VIBES

Demasiado cool para preocuparse, estos chicos fluyen con la vida como un playlist perfectamente equilibrado. Drama y responsabilidades les resbalan como aceite en piel bronceada. ¿Compromisos? Meh. ¿Planes a futuro? Ya veremos. Lo único seguro es que estar cerca de ellos es un viaje relajante… siempre y cuando no te frustre su completa falta de urgencia por todo.

🎬 MAIN CHARACTER

Si la cámara no está enfocada en ellos, debe ser un error técnico. Cada situación es una oportunidad para un monólogo dramático o una escena heroica. Caminar por la calle es un montage musical en su cabeza. ¿Carisma natural o puro narcisismo? Quién sabe, pero en su mente, la vida es una película y ellos son la estrella.

🧠 NERD

Los magos del conocimiento, los amos de los datos innecesarios. Si alguna vez te preguntaste quién recuerda el nombre científico de todo o puede calcular propinas en tres segundos, aquí está tu respuesta. Puede que la destreza social no sea su fuerte, pero su sentido del humor sarcástico y su lealtad inquebrantable compensan con creces.

💰 OLD MONEY

Clase, elegancia y un apellido que pesa más que tu cuenta bancaria. Viven en un mundo de champán y arte exclusivo, y aunque no lo dirán directamente, de alguna forma siempre te recordarán que ellos vacacionan en la Riviera mientras tú cuentas monedas para un café. ¿Arrogantes? Tal vez. ¿Aspiracionales? Absolutamente.

🚨 RED FLAG

Advertencia: interactuar con estos chicos puede causar dependencia emocional, insomnio y crisis existenciales. Son el veneno que todos sabemos que no debemos probar, pero aún así lo hacemos. Misteriosos, irresistibles y con un aire de peligro, te harán sentir como su prioridad absoluta… hasta que se aburran. ¿Seguirás cayendo en su juego? Probablemente.

Elige con sabiduría, porque en Sodom Valley, todo es cuestión de estilo... y de sobrevivir a tus propias decisiones. 😉

[nniccolx]

Week 9: Instagram Filters

welcome back to nn’s blog 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

Hello there my lovely peeps! It’s been a minute, but guess what topic I'm going to talk about today? Hmm… let’s talk about something we all use but rarely think about – Instagram filters. Now, let's just dive into this fun topic!

A random question ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

Have you ever posted a selfie and scrolled through the filters, trying to find the perfect one that makes you look just right?

To be honest, so am I! Instagram filters can be super fun and creative, but they also have a bigger impact than we might realize.

Let’s be real for a second.

Who hasn’t felt that little boost of confidence when you find a filter that smooths out your skin, brightens your eyes, or gives you that perfect sun-kissed glow? It’s like magic, right? But here’s the thing: while filters can make us feel pretty, they can also set some pretty unrealistic beauty standards (Mckay 2020).

Take the perfect selfies we see all over our feeds. They often have flawless skin, sparkling eyes, and those cute little hearts floating around. It’s easy to forget that these images are often filtered and edited. And when we compare our real, unfiltered selves to these idealized versions, it can sometimes make us feel a bit… like less than perfect (Chae 2017).

Remember the hot trend in 2021? The glitter mask filter was everywhere! It gave everyone that sparkling, ethereal look, like we all just stepped out of a fairy tale. It was super fun, but also a perfect example of how these filters can create a kind of fantasy version of ourselves (Pavlova 2020).

And let’s not forget the iconic dog filter selfie that took over our feeds back in 2016. Who didn’t try it at least once? It was cute, playful, and made us all feel a bit more adorable with those floppy ears and nose. It’s amazing how a simple filter can add a touch of fun and whimsy to our photos (Omar 2016).

ROSÉ from BLACKPINK using Snapchat Dog Filter

But don’t worry, filters can also be a tool for self-expression, it can be a fun way to play around with different looks and moods without taking things too seriously. Sometimes when you scroll through your Instagram explore feed, you will see some people also often post unfiltered, candid photos, reminding us that real beauty comes in all shapes, sizes, and forms. They show us that it’s totally okay to love yourself, filters or not (Lupinetti 2021).

So, how do we balance the fun of filters with staying true to ourselves? Here’s my opinion: enjoy filters, use them to express your creativity, but don’t let them define your worth.

"Remember that everyone you see online has their own insecurities, and those perfect pics are just a highlight reel." (Wood 2019)

So, after finishing my blog, what are your thoughts on Instagram filters? I'd love to hear them!

Now this is the end for today, stay tuned for my next blog! see ya <3

Reference

Chae, J 2017, 'Virtual makeover: Selfie-taking and social media use increase selfie editing behavior', Computers in Human Behavior, vol. 66, pp. 370-376.

Lupinetti, L 2021, 'Instagram filters and their effects on self-esteem', Psychology Today, viewed 6 June 2024, https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/more-self-less/202101/instagram-filters-and-their-effects-self-esteem.

McKay, T 2020, 'Instagram’s new beauty filters can harm your self-esteem', Healthline, viewed 6 June 2024, https://www.healthline.com/health-news/instagrams-new-beauty-filters-can-harm-your-self-esteem.

Omar, B 2016, 'The Snapchat dog filter: An Internet sensation', Social Media Today, viewed 6 June 2024, https://www.socialmediatoday.com/social-networks/snapchat-dog-filter-internet-sensation.

Pavlova, A 2020, 'The glitter mask filter and the fantasy of beauty', Vogue, viewed 6 June 2024, https://www.vogue.com/article/glitter-mask-filter-beauty-fantasy.

Wood, L 2019, 'The highlight reel of social media: Impact on self-esteem and mental health', Journal of Social Media Studies, vol. 12, no. 3, pp. 45-53.