#the caption: (clown noises)

[chaoticcomposition]

gee nepenthe, how come lolth let you have eight legs

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Danny would definitely screw with the waynes

So danny has been introduced to the waynes one way or another

What people failed to warn the waynes about is that danny has a grudge against billionaires of the richest kind, so for a month after meeting any billionaire he unleashes the most petty part of himself

He has spiked Tim's coffee on multiple occasions

Damian once stabed him and danny pulled an olaf ; oh I've been impaled, anyway this is mine now

Overshadowed a bat in the batcave and makes random noises every 3 minuets

He'll spy on a baftam member and when they say they need something danny will hide it in the wall for a couple hours, and only after the batfam member is vary annoyed, leaves it in the place they started

Has put little plastic babys EVERYWHERE while still being subtle

Leaves rubber middle fingers in peoples rooms

Has painted their nailes wheile they slept and waited 24 hours before he told them

Has shoved joker into a wall and sent his location to all the batfam members with the caption : don't be mad but my clown trauma kicked in

[autisticlancemcclain]

wip tease number god knows, truly

The phone doesn’t ring for more than two seconds. Which is crazy, because New Altea is an unfathomably huge number of lightyears away and also Lance’s phone signal is perpetually garbage.

“Ahoy,” greets Allura when the line connects, because she is strange.

“Ahoy,” Lance greets back, because he loves her.

They sit in silence. He can hear, vaguely, the clicking sounds of compacts being opened and closed, and the particular humming noise she always makes when she’s putting on eyeliner.

It occurs to Lance, for the first time, that they have known each other so long and so closely that to the outsider, their relationship might be quite strange. The thought makes him smile widely.

“So,” he says.

Allura hums again. Deliberately, this time.

Lance takes another long time to answer, digging the toe of his boots into the ground. He spies a worm wiggling in the newly churned dirt and bends down to pluck it, writhing, out of its hovel. He quickly snaps a picture and sends it to Pidge with the caption, ‘didn’t know you were on Earth today.’ She responds with a grotesquely realistic custom clown emoji.

“There is a possibility. Perhaps. That I do not actually want to be a farmer.”

“No shit,” replies the Queen of New Altea And Also Lots Of Other Things Lance Can’t Remember, blithely.

Lance sniffs haughtily. “This is quite the revelation, you know. I’ve had four panic attacks about it.”

“You have an anxiety disorder. You had a panic attack about malevolent gut bacteria last week.”

“…This is true.”

“Also, whenever I feel you need to be humbled, I ask your mother to send me stuff from your childhood. There’s a video in particular I enjoy of you sobbing about the prospect of being anything but an astronaut. You looked at a cornfield and threw up. You were four, I believe.”

Lance does, actually, vaguely remember that. Well, he remembers Luis writhing on the floor, weeping with laughter, and kicking him in the shins. He also remembers the cornfield, if only because he distinctly remembers lobbing a piece of corn at Luis’ head, also.

He was a very expressive child. Also, Luis is a turd.

“I am entitled to a period of self-reflection,” Lance says primly.

“It has been an Entire Year, knobhead.”

“I needed time to collect my thoughts in peace and on Earth. I died, you know.”

“Oh, did you,” says Allura drily. “I wonder how that went.”

Lance’s smile widens. He lets her have this one. “Fuck farming, okay. I’m bored. I love my family to pieces but I need to be closer to drama. Give me a job.”

“That is a garbage application, Leandro.” He hears the distinct sound of a nail polish bottle being shaken. “I should hire someone more qualified.”

“How about you hire deez nuts.”

“Hm,” she says, and he can hear her grinning. “On the other hand, I need a second in command who is unafraid to challenge me. You know, in case I grow corrupt with power.”

She pretends to deliberate for a moment.

“You’re hired. I’ll send someone to come pick you up tomorrow.”

“Is that someone going to be a hot, tall Altean in a slutty outfit?” Lance asks hopefully.

She can’t help a laugh. Lance grins triumphantly. “You’re fired.”

“Is that a yes?”

“I’ll think about it.”

She hangs up.

[rodentgoth]

.X| "Answer Phone" - Ch.6 |X.

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WHAT'S THIS AN UPDATE AFTER SEVERAL MONTHS!? Sorry this is taking so long, but me and @candy12110 are gonna try and get this done! The next few chapters will be from Marvus's POV, and the last one will go back to Chixie's.

Rating:: 13+ // Teen

Fandom:: Homestuck

Themes/Kinks:: None

*1 month earlier*

Marvus was so tired. 

He'd been on his feet all day preparing for his set, and he finally got a chance to just breathe without some lovestruck groupie up his ass asking for an autograph, a hug, or trying to fill his quadrants.

 It was exhausting being loved. 

He was sitting in his dressing room alone for once, trying to relax while scrolling on Chittr. After scrolling past various adverts and stalkerish fan messages, he came across a video of some bronzeblood performing. They were in a seedy little bar, with a small crowd, and terrible lighting. He didn't have high expectations for them but he could always appreciate a fellow performer.

He watched the video to the very end and was mildly surprised by how much he enjoyed it. He went to the comments, and there were only a few. He wanted to comment but his publicist, and his fanbase, would kill him if he did. He could tell the few trolls that did comment were lower on the hemospectrum, they were pretty supportive. However, he did notice one from a familiar account that caused him to internally cringe.

THECODAKKEFFECT::  Great job, Bronzie boo! Sorry, I couldn't make it. I couldn't miss Marvus’s concert but you looked gorgeous on stage.

He stared at the screen curiously, there was no way in hell that indingdong was her matesprit. And if he was, there was no way he had any good intentions behind it, he was known for having his quadrants forever empty.

 Marvus rewatched the Bronzie’s performance, the shot was way too shitty to tell what they looked like. Morbid curiosity led him down the rabbit hole, he got the bronzeblood’s name from the video caption and started looking for anything he could find on them. 

Chixie? Chixie. Chixie!

He found a video with far better quality that finally showed what they looked like. Chixie was…shy? Nervous? He wouldn't necessarily say gorgeous, but she wasn't ugly either. She was…cute. She didn't have much presence or hype but she was talented. 

After watching at least ten videos of her performing and pouring out her soul he could reasonably say he was a fan. Her lyrics, composition, and the way she put her all into her performance even if he could tell she was scared for her life half the time. Honestly, her nervousness weirdly added to her cuteness. Like a hopbeast shivering in fear but still thumping along in an attempt to scare off predators. She was definitely brave, not fierce or powerful, but she held her own on stage and he liked that. 

He broke out of his thoughts to a knock at the door.

"Marvus, I'm coming in. I'm tired of all the noise out here," Chahut announced, busting through the door and entering the room with the rest of the purplebloods following her like quackbeasts.

"Honk!" The smallest clown, Karako, ran up to Marvus and hugged as tight as he could. As annoyed as he was with them barging in, he couldn’t stay mad at the little clown. 

"Hey to you too, little wriggler. Been causing trouble?" He patted the little clown’s messy fluff of hair, before actually holding onto him.

"Honk!" 

"Good. Never let 'em keep you in a box." 

"Honk?" Karako pointed at Marvus's palmhusk.

"What? Her? Nothing. I just liked her songs so I was giving ‘em a listen," He waved the runt off, quickly locking his palmhusk.

Chahut narrowed her eyes at him.

 “This another one of ya desperate lil’ groupies?”

“Nah, and mind ya business!”

"Mighty defensive are we?" Chahut stalked closer to Marvus. He instinctively moved the hand holding the device away from her, only for it to get snatched by one of the twins from behind.

They quickly opened the phone to see a video of the bronzie girl playing on a loop.

“Aww your love-sick for a lil’ Bronze girl,” Chahut said mockingly.

“How cute!” She quickly busted out laughing with the twins, before Marvus snatched it back!

“Didn’t I tell ya’ll to mind ya business!” Marvus responded with a clenched jaw. He didn't know why he was being so defensive, but he did find the invasion of his space and privacy annoying.

"Why should we? Mr. Unaffected is over here creeping on some bronzeblood. What happened? Embarrassed?" She said smirking and cocking her head.

The twins both shook their heads before speaking.

"You should be!"

"How embarrassing." 

Karako just looked up at the bigger clown confused.

"Honk?" 

Marvus’s face grew angrier by the second.

"I'm not feeling flushed for her little man. Why do y'all even care?"

“Cause we love to torture you!” 

Chahut commented as she gave the device back to him.

He immediately snatched it out of her hands, causing Chahut to jump back a bit.

“Jeez, we were just playin’!”

He glared up at her annoyed, before sitting back down. The room fell silent for a bit before the twins began to speak.

"You're not seriously developing feelings for the bronzie are you?" 

"..."

"You're not seriously developing feelings, right Marvus?!" They both repeated in unison.

His face became more annoyed.

“No, I ain’t!” 

"Good,” Chahut cut in sitting down on the couch.

”A troll of your status ain’t got no business foolin’ around with some lowblood girl. You remember what happened last time?”

"That ain't gon happen. A, I'm not foolin’ around with her. B, I don't even know her. C, she's not even a fan. D, most important of all, I ain't never even met her before. There is no business happening here. I saw a cool performance and I wanted to see if she had talent. You motherfuckers are the ones making it weird!"

"Fair enough. Just tryna make sure you ain't repeating that bullshit,"

"Time is money. Do you think I can afford to pay attention to every lowblood out there? Is my name Nova?" 

"Honk!"

"Right little man! I'm nothing like that fame chaser,"

“Honk! Honk!” Karako aggressively commented, while the other three just rolled their eyes.

“Whatever.” Chahut stretched her arms behind her head.

“I just can’t wait for you to finally be on vacation. You’re takin’ us with you, right?” 

Baizli asked.

“Yeah, we got everything packed up.” 

Barzum followed up.

“Honk?”

"You wanna go with me?" Marvus walked over to the smallest clown and picked him up, booped him on the nose.

"Honk!"

"I don't know, they been kinda annoying lately," Marvus teased the smaller troll.

Karako turned to the other purple bloods and shook his head side to side. 

"Oh, you not a part of they group? I guess you could come with me. We'll leave these losers behind,"

"Honk!"

"Hear that, it's me and little man's duo trip. But, maybe if ya’ll apologize, I’ll consider bringing yas along.” He and Karako gave a small chuckle

"We're so sorry," The twins enthusiastically responded.

"That's two more invited! Chahut you're next."

"As If I'm apologizin’ to your lame ass," Chahut crossed her arms. She barely moved to sit up before having three pleading faces staring at her. 

"Ooooh looks like the wrigglers are gonna miss you. How sad. But I guess you're too lame to hang with guys." 

"Fuck you."

"That's not an apology. Wanna try again?"

"I'm sorry, Marvus,” She said grumbling under her breath.

“That’s three!” He said, high-fiving Karako. 

"Vacation! Vacation! Vacation! Vacation," the twins chanted, flipping around the room.

"Honk! Honk!" Karako cheered along.

—

Marvus was sitting on his bed in the hivetel. He was wearing one of his old merch t-shirts, no point in wearing that clunky tux and scrolling through Chittr. Since the point Chahut made about that clingy lowblood from before he'd been trying to keep his mind off Chixie. Unfortunately, nothing like forbidden fruit makes you want to take a bite. As soon as he arrived and locked himself in his room he’d started watching more videos of the girl. In his scrolling, he came across a post on her actual account. 

Chixie:: I'll be performing at BloodBrawl bar tonight. Come out and show support!

Below the text was a picture of the lineup, there in big brown text was her name. She’d be the middle act and the bar was close to the hivetel. It was at that moment that Marvus got an amazing, and kinda stupid, idea. He did have a few toned-down outfits and his favorite black hoodie. It wouldn't hurt to just pop out for a drink real quick. 

He just saw a recommendation to come out to a local place that had good music. As an accomplished artist, how could he resist hearing fresh talent? If he just so happened to see the bronzeblood that he's been listening to for the past two days then so be it. It's their fault for choosing this hivetel, not his.

With his plan in mind, he memorized the time she’d be performing and went to gather everything he’d need, searching vigorously through his bags. He found his most raggedy hoodie, an old patched-up pair of sweats, and some platformed boots he wore for a concert messiah knows how long ago. To make things more convincing he decided to give himself a fake caste symbol. But there was only one person in their entire Hivetel with paint…Chahut.

He sighed walking down that hall towards her and Karako’s room. 

“Chachki!” He yelled knocking at the door.

He heard several large stomps before the door flew open.

“I thought I told ya to never call me that,” she looked down at him agitated.

“Whatcha want?”

“I need to borrow ya paint sis’.”

She cocked her eyebrow.

“What for?”

“I…Need to repaint some of my shoes.”

He all but mumbled out. It wasn’t a lie, after sweeps of performing a lot of his shoes and outfits were worn out. The bigger clown stared at him for a moment before sighing and going back into her room. She pulled a bag of spray paints out of her suitcase. She tossed them out to him, and he wandered off back to his room. He picked up the burgundy and quickly sprayed a fake caste symbol on his hoodie. 

He wanted to make sure  no one  recognized him, went into the washroom, tied his hair back, and did something he never thought he’d do. He washed his makeup off. It was weird seeing his gray skin after only seeing white on it for so long. For the piece de resistance, fake glasses and a face mask. 

He threw his newly painted hoodie on and slunk out of the hivetel room. He took the stairs to avoid any fans or press and snuck out the back of the building. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and hunched forward changing his overall image and hiding as much of his shape as possible. He didn't remember ever being able to leave a building without being watched or swarmed before but it was an exciting feeling.

Before he knew it he was on the streets, heading towards the bar. He did get a few looks on the way, he guessed they’d never seen a burgundy this big. Still, it didn’t stop some of the higher bloods from pushing and shoving him out of their way. To be honest he didn’t even notice most of them, they just bounced off of him. Plus he was too focused on seeing this gig to worry about any of them.

After a few minutes, he finally made it, and there wasn’t too long a line!

When he got in he noticed the place was fairly crowded, he thought back to the lineup, he did remember seeing some popular names. He looked around a bit to see if he could recognize Chixie before giving up and going to get a drink. He had a few songs to get through before he would get to hear hers anyway.

The act currently setting up was a purpleblood band. They were pretty good if he was being honest, but he wasn’t coming for them. He was here for one performance, and one performance only.

After them was a solo indigo.

And after that was another act and another…and another. If he was being honest, a lot of the acts were starting to meld into one another. 

Something else he noticed was how many of the acts were blatantly copying him. Not just his lyrics and beat, but his entire persona and style.

 Normally he wouldn’t mind this he loved it when people took inspiration from his work. But all of these acts felt the same, there was no flare or pizzazz. Just the same thing over and over expecting to get more applause than the last act, absolutely boring. But, it would all be worth it, soon, cause next up was Chixie!

Only the little bronzie didn’t come out, instead, it was another group of purples who, apparently came late. Marvus sat there confused, as to why Chixie wasn’t on stage.

Maybe they just rearranged her spot, so they could perform?

He didn't care for the abrupt change but it's fine he could sit through one more performance.

After them was another group, indigobloods. Then there was a teal solo act. Then two jade acts back to back.

It seemed like everyone but Chixie was performing tonight, as the show went on more and more trolls started to leave. Soon there was nothing but a handful of lowbloods and one indigo, standing in the front, left. Marvus was considering leaving himself, but he noticed a fairly short troll nervously walking on stage.

The last act came up, and there she was, Chixie. Despite his annoyance, Marvus felt a smile grow across his face when he saw her. He noticed her outfit, it was a long black button-down dress, a pair of white leggings, and a pair of black flats with baggy leg warmers. It wasn’t at all flashy, and it didn’t look expensive, but it was still cute!

His focus on her was broken by the sound of very out-of-place cheering; he looked forward to seeing the indigo loudly praising her and clapping. His eyes migrated back to the bronze girl, who was now awkwardly smiling and waving at him as she pulled down the mic off the stand.

A burgundy with a guitar wrapped around him stumbled out and started playing. 

She visibly sighed, before she started to sing.

The song she sang was a somber one. She didn’t do much, she wasn’t loud or flashy like the other acts. She didn’t have dance moves unless you counted hand gestures and hip sways.

She was just being herself, calm, but kind of nervous. Many would probably call her “Plain” or “simple” but that’s what made it all stand out. She wasn’t trying to be this big personality, she knew who she was, and that made her all the more unique to Marvus.

Soon the guitarist stopped and Chixie’s voice disappeared with the last few chords.

He was stunned. She was far better in person than the shitty video quality from Chittr. However, he did appreciate whoever was uploading videos of her performances. He sat for a while watching her interact with the few lowbloods left in the bar before visibly cringing as she turned to the indigoblood that was feeling a little too excited to see her.

"Hey Zebruh! I'm so…glad you could make it. I thought you were going to a concert for that purpleblood you liked."

"Marvus. His name is Marvus.”

The indigo corrected.

 “And I did wanna go to his show but I heard he went on vacation, so I decided to come support you in the meantime!"

"That's so sweet of you but you didn't have to-"

"What kind of manager would I be if I wasn't here to support my favorite bronzie!”

He interrupted getting in the bronze girl’s face.

"Oh. Well…You really didn't have to." 

"Nonsense! They already bullied you once. If you had let me, I would ' ve made sure they never changed your spot, but of course, you're just too kind," Zebruh smirked. Marvus eavesdropped for a bit and could feel the anger she was hiding from his backhanded compliment.

"I'm glad you think so," She smiled weirdly at the indigo, as he tried to put his hand on her but she turned away like she heard someone call her, barely missing his hand. 

"They called Trixie not Chixie," he said, dropping his arm to his side.

"Oh! Well, that's fine. Sorry, but I have to go, I gotta- feed my lusus! I'll see you later."

Without a second she turned and walked away.

"I love that about you. You're so responsible. Bye~"

He yelled at her from across the room.

The mousy girl quickly ran out of the bar, brushing past Marvus. His eyes focused on her face quickly taking in her features as she skittered past him. He wasn't expecting to get such a close-up- up but at least he was right and the trip wasn't a waste, she really was cute. 

Marvus made his way back to the hivetel. He figured using the stairs would be better but by the fifth floor, he started regretting his choice. He decided to just take off his sweater and take the elevator the rest of the way up. He managed to make it through the hall without being spotted or recognized. Soon enough he made it back to his room and he sighed loudly when he got in. 

His tiredness was soon replaced with panic when he noticed Karako sitting on the couch, legs and arms crossed.

"Honk."

"Woah! Hey little man, what you doing here?"

"Honk?" Karako glared at him, waiting for an answer.

"Where I been? What you mean, where I been? I just stepped out for a bit. I ain’t been gone long."

 Karako made an annoyed face at the obvious lie.

"Three hours ain't that long. Why were you in my room for three hours?" He tried to change the subject but the little clown steamrolled past it.

"Honk. Honk."

"Thanks for thinkin' of me but you really ain't have to and as you can see I'm fine."

"Honk?" Karako asked again.

"I just got a drink and forgot to check my palmhusk. Sorry little dude."

The little clowned glared him down, giving an exaggerated pout.

"Just down the block! Look, it's not that serious."

"…Honk," Karako glared at him suspiciously.

"No, I didn't go see that girl. What girl are you even talkin' about?"

Karako quickly showed the evidence on his palmhusk.

" I didn't go to see her! I just got a drink at a bar she just so happened to be performin' in."

“Honk!”

“My makeup? It needed to be redone, so I took it off!”

“...Honk,” The small clown pointed at the jacket, and glasses he still had in his hand. It was at this point Marvus knew the little clown wouldn’t give up, he sat next to him and began to explain.

“Okay, I ain’t confirmin’ or denyin’ nothing. But maybe,  maybe , I went to see her perform,” His panic was replaced with a small grin as he explained further.

“You should’a seen her! She was so sweet and so talented. I thought seeing her in person would, you know, scratch the itch. Sate my curiosity.”

Karako cocked his head at the older clown.

"Yeah, I probably should've left it alone but I couldn't not go after being told not to watch her." 

“Honk!” Karako began to chuckle as he stated the obvious.

“No! I ain’t got red feelings for her! I remember what happened last time!” He picked Karko up into his arms “Besides, you too young to be talkin’ bout that!”

“Honk?”

“Yeah…I did say this was different…”

“Honk!”

“No! I ain’t goin’ back to see her.”

Karako grabbed Marvus’s palmhusk again, going onto Chixie’s Profile.

He pointed at the red quadrant status, which was marked as empty.

"Karako, I can't do that again. Chahut would kill me if I brought another groupie around!"

"Honk!"

"I know she's not a groupie but still it's not gonna end well either way." Marvus slightly raised his voice, causing Karako to tear up a bit.

The little clown began to cry and fuss, Marvus sighed and brought him in for a hug.

“I’m sorry little man, it’s just I can’t be out here catching red feelings for a girl I don’t even know,” He pulled Karako back wiping his tears, smudging his makeup a bit.

“Besides, if I went chasing after her, you and me wouldn’t have time to hang out!” He booped the runt’s nose.

“And ya wouldn’t want that now would ya?”

Karako nodded his head “no”.

“Then let’s not focus on all that quadrant mess, okay?”

“...Honk!” Karako squeezed his arms around Marvus’s waist, pulling him in for one last hug.

"Yeah! Let's get some faygo and grubcorn. We can watch a movie. Let me just get my paint back on."

[blorboconfessions]

I think I unintentionally developed a clown fetish because of my blorbo. I didn’t mean to, I swear! But I imagined him doing some more mundane clown stuff and oops, dick hard. And because I keep intently staring at this one post tagged with his name where it was basically muffled cartoony noises stated in the caption to be clown sex and my mind made up some stuff. God help me.

.

[musicarenagh]

Rhythm and Ridicule: Papa J & Tidal Water's Digital Noise 'Blind and Arrogant' "Blind and Arrogant" by Papa J & Tidal Water's Digital Noise isn’t the type of release that walks into the room quietly—it kicks the door open, throws itself on the couch, and lights a cigarette it probably shouldn’t have. In this peculiar collaboration between Papa J, Martin Hovden, and Jim Lehner (who adds occasional live drum thunder like a god bored with the mundane rhythm of the world), there’s a sense of reckless abandon that runs parallel to a self-aware chuckle. https://open.spotify.com/track/4KMQLvQRVSPoh37ZH9G3TW?si=4c97933c52e54dde What happens when you decide to dance with your own flaws in public, wearing them like a designer jacket at a fashion show for the absurd? Papa J’s production mixes sharp, biting electronica with a tactile sense of organic rhythm, making you feel like you’re hearing drum and bass for the first time, or perhaps the last time, in a weirdly alternate universe. Martin Hovden’s vocals are simultaneously deadpan and mischievous, like a jester whispering to a king, "Hey, I’m the joke, but so are you." This release flirts with contradictions: self-deprecation laced with ego, humor that cuts with an undercurrent of sincerity. [caption id="attachment_56949" align="alignnone" width="768"] Rhythm and Ridicule: Papa J & Tidal Water's Digital Noise 'Blind and Arrogant'[/caption] It's as if a Dadaist painting decided to put down the brush and pick up a drum machine. “Blind and Arrogant” doesn’t just mock its own existence; it mocks the very concept of what we call 'self' in music. It’s an ouroboros of ego biting its own tail, reminding us that we’re all a little blind, a bit arrogant, and maybe, just maybe, that’s okay. Is it innovative? Maybe. Is it a little ridiculous? Definitely. But in a world that takes itself too seriously, there’s a liberating charm in being the clown who knows he’s wearing oversized shoes. And who’s to say we aren’t all dancing to the beat of someone else’s drum? Follow Papa J & Tidal Water's Digital Noise on Website, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and TikTok.

[mickeyjazz]

caption everything i say with [clown noise]

[leexchan]

💙❤️

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Inarizaki Overprotective of an Omega Manager

ohh my favorite team I’m so excited. 

-right headcannon time babie 

-Atsumu 100% refers to you as his omega even though you too aren’t dating

-Everytime he does Osuamu hits him in the back of the had with a volleyball

-He says it’s because he doesn’t want Atsumu annoying you but really it’s because he’s a little jealous and mad you don’t correct his brother.

-Kita knows the only way he’s going to get people to leave you alone is if he is standing be hind you menacingly so that the other team members are scared off.

-this leads to a lot of accidental looming over you even when he doesn’t mean too

-if you weren’t used to his threatening aura you’d be pissing yourself

-Suna seems chill but don’t trust him he’s sneaky. 

-Sometimes when the two of you hang out you end up falling alseep beside him or ontop of him because his scent is just that calming and once you’re asleep he’ll take a few pictures of the two of you cuddling to brag to the team group chat

-always sends some petty ass caption like “if she’s your omega why does she cling like this to me huh?” 

- a messy bitch

- you think you might catch a break with Aran and Hitoshi but nope

-these boys are clowns too 

-Every time they do something cool you can bet the first thing they do is go “(Y/N) DID YOU SEE THAT?!”

-they dead ass glare at anyone who looks at you but the second you turn around to see them they look at you like this:

-but even so you love your boys very much and you put up with they’re antics 

-needless to say no one at school hits on you

-not when you have a pack of guard dogs biting the heads off of anyone who even looks at you 

-and for the most part other teams don’t hit on you

-I mean they have their own cute omega mangers to fawn over. 

-but then you have a match against Johzenji and huh you can probably see where this is going

-Terushima catches a whiff of you and can’t help himself

-he bumps into you before the match starts and it’s basically just instinct to kabedon you against the wall and smirk at you

-you are the prettiest omega he’s ever seen 

-at least that’s what he tells you

-you are mentally running a timer while you ignore all of his questions about whether you’re seeing anyone or if you want his number so he can show you a good time.

-It takes less than a minute for your team to notice you’d gone missing and suddenly the twins are on him. 

-Osamu quietly and easily lifts Terushima off of you while Atsumu barks at him asking just what he thinks he’s going with *his* Omega

-Kita is drawn to the noise like a moth to a flame and decides that extracting you from the situation is more important than stoping the other boys.

-he leaves you alone with the rest of the team before going back to make sure the twins didn’t kill anyone

- “who scented you?” Suna asked and all hell broke lose suddenly the whole team is frothing at the mouth 

-who dare??? scent??? their precious manager???

-they do not go easy on Johzenji and win in straight sets 

-Rip Terushima

-that does not, however, stop Terushima from hitting on you again after the match

-he asks if Atsumu is really your Alpha and if so it’s good to know you like guys that look like him

-Seriously he could be the missing miya triplet. anyways

-Aran just sorta picks you up and carries you away and you have to wriggle out of his arms and stop the team from killing the poor boy

-it is a fitful ride back to school with everyone on edge

-in the end you thank them for taking care of you and politely ask that they don’t try to murder the next guy who hits on you

-I mean after all are you only allowed to date someone already on the team?

-the answer is yes.

[realcube]

randomly falling asleep with hq!! characters 💤

navi | masterlist | taglist 

thank you anon for this cute request!

characters: ushijima, tsukishima & yachi 

content warning: swearing, mentions of sexual assault 

thank you to anon for this cute request

wakatoshi ushijima

♡ he shows affection in his own...special way 😊

♡ by that, i mean that if you fall asleep while sitting next to him and he thinks you look cute, he’ll just stare (●__●)

♡ like deadass if he was anyone else, it’d be creepy as hell but he’s your bf so-

♡ he stares bc not only do you look precious, but he doesn’t want to touch you as he’s afraid that he might wake you up

♡ though, if you’re in public (like sitting next to him on the train) he might gently put his arm around your shoulders to make sure that onlookers know that you’re safe with him

♡ also, it only takes one time for him to catch on to your habit of disappearing and falling asleep in the most unconventional places and istg he is the BEST at guessing where you are - it’s a gift

♡ like he’ll arrive home and if you’re not there to immediately greet him with kisses, he’ll take a moment - let him boyfriend senses take over and walk him over to whatever room is giving him ✨(y/n) vibes✨, open the door and there is a 99% chance you are in that room sleeping 

♡ and he probably got it right first guess (which is a pretty big deal considering y’alls house resembles a sims fkn mansion made with motherload money)

♡ he’ll open the door to the storage cupboard to find you sleeping with the mr muscle spray and it’s such a shame bc he was going to be a clown and make a ‘why are you cheating on me?’ joke but you were in REM sleep 🙄

♡ or he’ll walk in to the conservatory and see you laying in the fetal position on the floor and that is the ONLY time he interferes with your sleep bc he doesn’t want you to fuck up your back 🥺

♡ like he has an obsession with your posture - like if you are slouched he will tell you to stand up straight or if you are sitting hunched in a chair, he’ll creep up behind you to start massaging your shoulders while fixing your posture 

♡ not to be rude though- just bc he cares

♡ also, he never questions how you end up falling asleep in the most random of places, he just goes with it 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

ushijima sighed as he hung up his jacket, realising that this was one of those days were you won’t come scurrying to the front door to greet him with kisses and instead he had to hunt through in search of you. although, it wasn’t much of a hunt considering his gut instinct said you’d be in the study room and there you were, cuddled up by the bookshelf. 

however, your back was hunched over in way that didn’t look to comfortable so ushijima thought it was his duty to transport you to somewhere that there was a lot more appropriate and fit for sleeping.

so he gently slipped one hand behind your back and the other under your knees to slowly pick you up and carry you to your shared bedroom. is efforts may have been in vain though as he noticed one of your lids flutter open out of the corner of his eye, “good afternoon, sweetheart.” he hummed, steadily shifting his hand from your back to the back of your head to tenderly caress your cheek with his thumb as you cuddled into his chest. “are you awake?”

“No.” you groaned.

“Shame, I was going to suggest going out for walk on the beach--”

“I’m awake! Let’s go!” 

kei tsukishima 

♡ he probably calls you lazy but he’s really just jealous of how well you can sleep

♡ coz he just lays in bed till 4AM staring at the ceiling 

♡ i imagine that if you were to fall asleep next to him in a crowded, bustling place - like on a train - he’d take off his headphones and clasp them over your ears so the loud announcements don’t wake you up  

♡ he doesn’t fall asleep on transport btw (not even planes) so don’t worry about missing your stop 

♡ though he’s not usually a fan of PDA, he’ll hold your hand without a second thought to lead you out the train when you’re still recovery from the post-sleep haze because of course he doesn’t want to lose you in the crowds of people or anything

♡ and if you have a cute lil sleepy face then he might take a picture but he’d probably edit the picture with snapchat or something and draw like a moustache on you, put a sarcastic caption or something then send it to you 

♡ (but he’d save an unedited version of the pic bc you’re adorable-)

♡ like tsukki leaves you on delivered most of the time on snapchat bc he believes if you have something important to say, you’ll just message him normally but the rare occasion you do get a snap from him, don’t get your hopes up bc there is a 99% it’s just something like a picture of you with a drawn on crown and the caption ‘sleeping beauty 🙄’ 

♡ ‘so you think i’m a beauty 🥺’

♡ then he leaves you on read

♡ he will not carry you under any circumstances in public btw

♡ and at home, if you were to fall asleep on the couch next to him while y’all were watching a movie, there’s a 50/50 that’d he carry you to bed 

♡ but if he doesn’t take you to bed, he’ll set down a pillow for you on the couch and shift you around so you were laying in a more comfortable position, then drape a blanket over you 

♡ in regards to when he comes back from work, you’re usually already asleep in bed - but there is one time that you were not in the bedroom, and he still teases you for it until this day 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

most of the time, you’re sound asleep in bed by the time gets home but tonight you weren’t - in fact, you were no where to be seen. he had searched everywhere, called your phone multiple time and he looked at your schedule, but it appeared as though you were supposed to home right now - so hours, he was sitting fretfully on the couch, contemplating calling the police.

however, all his distressed pacing really worked up an appetite so he poked his head into the pantry to grab a snack but his soul almost left his body when he noticed you laying on the floor, fast asleep, with the cat curled up in your arms. who he didn’t even noticed was missing lol

usually, he wouldn’t even think of waking you up but the rage and shock that shot through his body resulted in him barking out, “what the fuck?! what are you doing here?! i’ve been looking all over this damn house for you and--”

he was cut off by the cat springing out of your arms from the surprising sharpness of his voice and scurrying off, leaving you confused on the floor on the pantry, half asleep, wondering how you got here and why tsukishima was yelling at you? “hm? what’s wrong, sweetie?” you hummed, rubbing your eyes while tilting your head up to look at his tall, slender figure looming over you in the doorway.

as much as tsukishima wanted to stay mad at you, upon noticing how cute your bedhead was along with how soft your voice was, he quickly realised that there was no way he could continue yelling you. so instead, he scoffed and slowly kneeled down to sit next to you on the floor, looking at you with kind yet concerned eyes as he inquired, “why were you sleeping in the pantry?”

it took you a moment to try and remember but once you did, you blurted out, “oh, berry was having trouble sleeping.” yes your cat is called berry. don’t question it. her full name is strawberry tsukishima shortcake. “so i cuddled with her in her favourite sleeping spot and she slept like a baby. but i guess i did too.” yo chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. 

tsukishima mentally cursed you out as he was expecting a silly explanation but shit that’s cute. why does he lowkey want to join y’all next time?

hitoka yachi

♡ gsrbtrhryh she gets so flustered and nervous when you fall asleep with her

♡ and she always does tbh bc she has no idea what to do 

♡ like she thinks you look so precious and angelic so she really wants to take a picture and - if she thinks you’d be okay with it - she clicks a photo and probably sets it as her background or posts it on her private story

♡ she is just so head over heels for you tbh that everything you do just astounds her 

♡ she just stares at you like ◉_◉ for half an hour bc you are so beautiful then something inside her just prompts her to lean in and just *mwah* and at first she is quite satisfied bc she has expressed her affection 

♡ but then a few seconds later her soul just leaves her body and guilt just washes over her 

♡  ‘OMG I JUST ASSULTED MY OWN S/O’

♡ she feels horrible 

♡ this close 👌 to calling the police on herself

♡ when you wake up, prepare to be bombarded with her apologies 

♡ once you reassure that it’d fine bc it was just a lil peck on the cheek and she is your girlfriend after all, it brings her the slightest peace of mind

♡ so you peck her cheek while she is asleep to call it evens and that basically fixes it 

♡ but anyway, she is so careful around you when you sleep - like she will literally do the most just to ensure that she doesn’t interrupt your REM sleep

♡ however, that can lead to extremely sticky situations - like the first time you ever fell asleep around her 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

You were on the 5th movie of your barbie movie marathon when she looked over and noticed you had fallen asleep half way through, so she immediately paused it so the noise wouldn’t wake you up. This was the first time she had ever seen you sleep and she felt somewhat flattered that you felt safe enough around her to be vulnerable - even though, yachi never really considered herself to be a rather daunting or intimidating person.

she couldn’t help but just sit and admire you for a few minutes before realising that she should probably transport you to somewhere more comfortable as you were currently sitting next to her on the pink beanbag in her room. and although  it was kinda comfy, the preferable alternative - her bed - was only a few feet away.

so she knew what she had to do.

she hopped to her feet and before she did anything too hasty, she stretched to ensure that she wouldn’t pull a muscle while doing what she was about to try. she inhaled deeply before crouching down - instead of bending over as she remembered what coach ukai had told her, ‘lift with your legs!’ - then snaking her arms under your torso and knees.

then, she sprung back up and immediately rushed over to the bed as even though you weren’t too heavy, she was afraid that if she held you for too long, you’d wake up. so once she reach the foot of her bed, she tossed you on so your neck was being supported by her soft pillow and yanked her duvet over you. 

she gazed lovingly down at your cozy figure laying on her bed and she couldn’t help but smile.

[svt-junhwan]

going seventeen 2020 ep.28 the tag #2 |

after several games of rock paper scissors, junhwan ended up having to go solo

not because he lost but because they eventually just decided who should go alone & in groups for views

hwan: “can i please not-?”

everyone else: “no you’re going on your own you have to it’ll be fun carats want to see their ice prince get lots of screen time it’ll be fine you’ll have fun”

& junhwan in typical junhwan fashion didn’t argue much after that even if he wanted to

rip uri maknae

all the others were still very adamant about him doing it alone

but josh was a real homie 😔✊

joshua came over to junhwan when they were still waiting to enter

in eng:

“hey, you okay? you don’t have to go alone if you really don’t want to”

“no, it’s fine”

caption: it’s not fine

he was chosen to go last

woo

junhwan didn’t talk at all the entire time he was looking for keys

bc he already doesn’t talk & for context on junhwan when he’s not having the best time plz refer to this post

basically he was just completely silent

all the older boys went quiet at one point trying to listen for junhwan yelling or something but nothing

nobody:

literally nobody:

gose editors when hwan doesn’t talk but they still have to give him screen time: *insert cricket noises & excessive amounts of captions*

maybe being quiet worked to his advantage 🤷‍♀️ bc he didn’t run into any of the killers for a while

he avoided them by staying quiet & ducking out of sight anytime he caught a glimpse of one of them

the first time he talked was when he went to try some keys on the lock & some of the other members were sitting outside

dino: having fun?

hwan: yeah, i’m having a great time

hao: convincing

hosh: what do you mean? he’s obviously having the time of his life

none of them worked so off he went to look for more keys

he went to go check a room & pushed the door open cautiously

cue the masked guy running full speed at him

junhwan just took off

mf didn’t make a sound, just started sprinting away

he lost the masked guy easily because he’s mister 99% leg

he stopped inside a smaller room for a sec to catch his breath

“god, come on, don’t be an idiot”

caption: who is junhwan scolding?

answer: himself

bb was mad at himself because he was tearing up because he was scared 😭

he tilted his head back & blinked rapidly bc ✨ makeup ✨

i need to cry but my foundation cost 46 dollars-

but as he was trying to compose himself mister serial killer clown went all here’s johnny

junhwan still didn’t yell or anything, just sized up the clown for a sec then took off again

he spent the rest of his turn inside running around avoiding the killers while trying to find keys

he stayed outwardly calm for the most part & managed to find 2 more keys

he knelt down & tried the first one but it didn’t work

here comes the clown running @ him down the hallway as he tries the other one

chan, minghao, seokmin, & joshua were cheering him in from right outside the door

& luckily the second key worked & he shoved the door open & fell out onto the stairs

the four up there w/ him started cheering for him & telling him he did a good job

& not to be the uwu soft hours bitch

but as soon as junhwan was w/ his members again he started crying for real 🥺

“what- why are you crying?”

“yah, don’t cry, junhwan!”

“hwannie~ you did so well; don’t cry”

jeonghan came rushing up to him the second he got off the stairs

while the whole debacle over who was going to have to spend 30 17 minutes alone in the building, jeonghan & junhwan could be seen in the background

jeonghan was comforting junhwan quietly & holding his hand & giving him little head pats

neither of them participated much in the rest of the video but fans went wild over their little interactions near the end

sighs

junhwan must be protected at all costs ok

he’s babie 🥺

[maleksrami]

ORIGINAL → EDITED gif making process tag

I wasn’t sure if this was something anyone wanted to see from me specifically, but I’ve been tagged by @cuddlerlouis @ltwalls2020 and @finewalls to do it so!!! okay sure!!! 

LEFT: animated, cropped, resized from a 1080p video RIGHT: sharpened, colored, text added (optional)

Listen...I’ve been making gifs since the dawn of time. I think I first taught myself how to gif when I was 11 with Windows Movie Maker and a program called Paint Shop Pro 9 and the only social media that existed were fandom message boards. I’d have to manually screenshot the video frame by frame. Nowadays, (and for the last decade on tumblr) I’ve used KMPlayer to screencap and Photoshop CS3 to make the gifs because the “load files into stack” extension doesn’t work in my version of CS5 and that’s how I like to do it lol. My entire experience of making gifs on this site is still documented on my blog, and you can absolutely see how I’ve improved over the years and discovered my own style and stuck with it. But I am STILL constantly learning and adapting!!! so it’s quite fun. anyways, onward.

I load the screencap files into a stack. Then, I use an action I made myself of my basic giffing steps to speed up the process once my files are imported—make frames from layers, reverse frames, flatten frames into layers, set time delay to 0.04. Time delay is a personal preference but I like smooth gifs, especially when I have a lot of frames. I run this action before I crop so I can see exactly where my subject moves around and compare where they are in the first frame vs. the last frame, so I don’t accidentally cut them off somewhere when I crop. Once it’s cropped how I want, I run a sharpening action.

Then I color it from scratch! I used to be big on finding PSDs and altering them to fit the look I was going for, but I find that doing it yourself layer by layer is how you really learn about coloring. I specifically chose clips for this that were gonna need more editing than your average gif that is already well lit with a decent white balance (rip to every person who has ever filmed Harry and Louis but I’m different) so you can see the difference and how I work around inconsistent lighting or unstable concert footage with ever-changing colors and shadows. I usually go in the same order: 

curves - (I only JUST recently discovered what the eyedroppers in this tool can do for a gif’s white balance, so....*clown music*....glad I know that now) and do a minor adjustment to lighten the gif a tiny bit. 

levels - to further crisp up the black and white points and brighten 

brightness/contrast - ya know

selective color - I bump up the black in every gif to avoid any noise and this also helps lower the gif size by the time I save. it helps make a gif pop a little more and gives it some good contrast. Then I’ll fuss a bit with the red and yellows and take out any unwanted tones I don’t want like the blues/cyans in the background or the yellows in the original color grading (why the FUCK is the Lights Up video this way). BUT! This is not always necessary and there are times where it should be avoided. I included a gif of Rami here because I notice a lot of gif makers go ham on the selective coloring and brightening, that he’ll look pretty whitewashed in their final gifs because they take out a lot of reds/yellows and his skin loses color. so it’s important to pay attention to your subject’s skin tone especially if you’re giffing a POC, pay attention that your editing doesn’t wash their gorgeous skin out ok!!!! you can brighten a gif without brightening their whole being!!! moving on!!!!

color balance - this is a fun layer to play with and a very crucial step to how my final gif looks in terms of color. I gave the Lights Up video a reddish tone with this, but you could also go with more blue-ish look here too. 

text/captioning - I have my font settings saved as a PSD file so I just pull that up and drag and drop the text, and edit the layer to whatever my caption is. I’ve been using the same font settings for YEARS and I think that is one of the main things that differentiate your gifs from others is having your own style of captioning. It’s fun to experiment with this!

I might add a couple more brightness layers or a black and white gradient map set to soft light at a very low opacity!!! or play with the exposure tool!!! it depends on what I’m working on, but those are my basic steps!!!!! then I save them set to Pattern or Adaptive (whichever looks better) and that’s pretty much it :) i’m happy to answer any questions or help if you’re starting out!!! 

Idk who else has done this yet but I’m gonna tag some of my favorite gif makers in other fandoms to spread the love @summercohen @joewright @barrysberkman annnd @s-k-y-w-a-l-k-e-r  but no worries if you don’t wanna share all your tips and secrets, fam. We totally get it xx

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Keeping a Secret Part 2

Read Part One Here

Warnings: WOW, semipublic oral (f. receiving), woman on top, body worship, dirty talk, lots of needy Taehyung moaning, he is such a clown for reader, a little angst from his internal monologue at the end but mostly porn I’m w e a k

Word Count: 2024

Taehyung doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing when he texts you a few days later to ask you to come with him to pick out some new clothes.

He certainly don’t know what in God’s name compels him to take you to a lingerie store, and even worse, go into the dressing room with you, sitting with his hands in his lap while you try on three outfits he’s picked out for you.

His mouth is literally watering just thinking about it, his cock growing in his jeans so that he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

He hasn’t stopped thinking about your cunt since he tasted you, and for three days, he kept things casual and light, but something about the selfie you posted today with the caption “I’m trying” made his chest ache, made him want to make you feel better, feel as beautiful as he saw you.

You're wearing jeans and an oversized hoodie when you meet him at the mall, peeking out of the hood up at him and you're so cute he wants to kiss the tip of your nose.

Instead he takes your hand and leads you to the lingerie store.

"Tae, none of this is gonna fit me," you mumble, but he shushes you, picks out colors that match your skin tone and your eyes.

"This one doesn't look good on me," you call from the dressing room, and the tone of your voice makes him stand, knock softly on the door.

"Can I see?"

It takes a moment before you open the door just a crack, peering out at him, only your face visible.

"It's really not...I look fat."

Taehyung exhales a long breath and pushes at the door gently.

You take a step break and he closes the door behind him.

He has plans for what to say, how to make you feel better, but every word leaves his head when he sees you.

It's a deep red lace teddy with these straps at the edge, hanging down your thick thighs, bouncing against your flesh.

Your breasts are full and spilling over the top of the cups and he can barely draw in a breath, feels like all the blood in his body has rushed to his cock.

Until he sees your arms wrapped around your waist, your head hanging down.

"Noona," he says firmly, and takes your chin in his hand so that you meet his eyes. 

Your lip is trembling and he can't stop from thumbing it, gently.

"You look incredible."

Your cheeks flush. "Tae, you don't have to say that-"

Taehyung impulsively takes your hand and presses it to his crotch where he's grown hard as brick at the sight of you, and you gasp.

"Feel what you do to me, noona?"

You flush even deeper, down between your breasts, and he wonders if your skin would be hot if he kissed you there. "Really? For me?"

"No one makes me as hard as you do, noona," he says, earnestly, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

You drop your arms from your waist, eyes searching his face. "You mean that?"

"Jagiya," he breathes, not even realizing that the pet name had slipped out, putting a hand on your hip and stepping closer, leaning down to kiss the tops of your breasts spilling over the top of the teddy, open mouthed. “Jagiya, I’ve never meant anything more.”

He leaves a trail of kisses on your breasts and then drops to his knees to kiss the swell of your stomach, and you're trembling.

He unsnaps the buttons at the crotch of your teddy and you put your hands in his hair and tug gently. "Tae…"

He lets out a low moan and looks up at you."Please, noona. I want to taste again you so bad. I dream about it."

You bite your lip and he groans again, rubbing his face against your thigh. "You smell so good. You're so beautiful and your cunt is so juicy…" 

When you don't protest he buries his face in your pussy, inhaling again, licking you slow like he's savoring a meal and your hands tighten in his hair.

He tries to be quiet but he can't help moaning against your clit, your taste on his tongue making him feel like he might cum in his jeans.

"Ah, ah, Tae, I'm gonna cum-"

You're tugging at his hair again but he just sucks at your clit, shaking his head a bit to get more vibration and you're whimpering quietly when you cum, gasping out his name.

He doesn't want to stop but he hears other people in the dressing room so he pulls away, dropping kisses on your inner thighs, taking a deep breath as he stands, licking you off his lips.

"I'm buying you that one," he says and you laugh shakily as he sneaks out the door and sits down, hands in his lap to hide his erection.

He ends up buying you all three because you're dressed and hand the cashier the tag of the red one. "I'm wearing it home," you whisper, and Taehyung's mouth goes dry.

The cashier raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment.

In the parking lot, Taehyung clears his throat. "So...do you have plans for the rest of the day?"

You grin. "Sure. I have a hot date. That's why I'm wearing the teddy home."

The way the air goes out of his lungs makes him brace his hand on the car. "O-oh?"

"Yeah." You lean up on your toes to kiss his mouth, and his chest aches.

"So you're following me home?"

He blinks. "I-I am?"

You laugh. "Yeah, dummy. There's plenty more things to teach me."

He's so relieved that he could fall over and he nods vigorously.

He's absolutely aching on the way home, cock straining against the zipper of his jeans.

You beat him there by a good fifteen minutes because he's daydreaming, barely paying attention to the road.

When he knocks on the door you call to him to come in and you're standing there in your living room in the teddy he bought you and his breath catches in his throat.

You look shy but you aren't covering yourself anymore, peering up at him and biting at your lip and the way that sends an ache down the length of his cock makes him grit his teeth.

"I was hoping you'd teach me...how to be better on top," you say quietly, and he makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat.

You grab his hand and tug him to your armchair and he wonders briefly if this is a dream he'll wake from.

Instead of straddling him you kneel between his legs and he makes another sound in his throat, almost a grunt, as you unbutton his jeans.

"I'm on the pill. You're not seeing anyone right now, yeah?"

He shakes his head vigorously, his skin buzzing with the prospect of getting to be inside you bare.

You nod and tug at his jeans.

He lifts his hips and you work down his jeans and boxers enough that he springs out hard against his stomach, and he's gasping the second you take him in your mouth, deeper this time than the last time.

He grips the arms of the chair tight to keep from bucking up into your mouth and thanks God when you come off him, leaving him wet from your mouth.

"Noona. Noona, fuck, I almost came in your mouth, I might need a minute-"

But you're unsnapping your teddy and straddling him and he can't help it, he does buck his hips when you slide your wetness along his cock, letting out a low moan.

"Wanna show you what moves I've got," you murmur, "so you can teach me to make it better."

Taehyung wheezes in a breath, laughing, head spinning with pleasure and need. "Oh, noona, I don't know if I can teach you anything, you... you're killing me."

You smile at him, lean forward and kiss him as you wrap one hand around the base of his cock and slip him inside you.

"Ah, fuck!" He cries out, and you rock your hips forward to get him deeper.

He makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a growl but he manages to stay still, trembling a little, watching you in awe, eyes darting between your breasts spilling out of your teddy and your face.

You roll your hips once, hesitantly, and he grunts again.

"Is that...is that good?"

"So good," he gasps. "So fucking good, noona."

You take his hands to put them on your hips and he grasps them almost desperately, fighting the urge to fuck up into you, balls tightening.

"I'm sorry. I...I never know exactly what to do." you admit, catching your lip between your teeth again.

He lets out another shaky laugh. "I could cum just from how tight you're gripping me, Jagi. Whoever said you weren't good on top is a fucking liar."

"Really?" You roll your hips again and he grits his teeth, hoping he isn't bruising your hipbones.

"Really? I can barely think, noona, you're so fucking beautiful, so hot and tight…"

"You feel so big," you moan, hips moving faster, your ass bouncing against his thighs and he cries out your name.

"Noona," he gasps. "Y/n, you're so perfect, so...nnngh, I can't hold it much longer-"

"Me either," you gasp, and he bounces you on his cock, finally letting himself buck up into you, sloppy, grinding his pelvis against yours with every thrust.

When you start to pulse around him, crying out his name over and over, he can't stop it, he's coming and murmuring praises in your ear. "Fuck, Jagiya, so good, so pretty, I love...love the way you move," he stutters out, and you collapse against his chest, panting against him.

"Was I...did I do okay?"

Taehyung can't help but laugh, rubbing your back in circles.

He kisses your temple. "Amazing. I don't think I've ever cum that hard."

You lean up and smile at him and it makes his heart seize in his chest.

He ends up in the shower with you and he can't help kissing you over and over, trailing his hands down your body, ends up with his fingers hooked inside your cunt, fucking his cum deeper into you while you're gasping.

It makes his heart feel light when you cry out his name again and clench around his fingers and he's half hard again before the water goes cool.

You go down on your knees and he swallows hard. "Noona…. noona you don't have to-" He chokes out.

“Practice makes perfect, right,” you say, and smirk up at him, and he wonders if you know how whipped he is for you, if you’re teasing him, but then you guide his cock into your mouth and he can’t think anymore, bracing himself against the shower wall with one palm.

His legs are shaking when he steps out of the shower and you’ve swallowed every drop, but he tugs you up and kisses you so hard his lips might bruise, heart swelling with love, and he lets himself feel it, lets himself pretend this isn’t all about you feeling better about yourself so that you can meet someone new.

He goes to get dressed and you stop him, shaking your head, biting at your bottom lip again.

“Will you stay?” You ask, casting your eyes down as if he’ll say no, as if he could ever say no, and he slides into bed with you naked, his heart pounding when you rest your head on his chest.

“Thank you,” you murmur against his chin, planting a kiss there that’s so sweet his heart aches. “Thank you for being here for me, making me feel better.”

“I’ll always be here for you, noona. As long as you need me.”

“Promise?”

He feels like his heart will burst when you snuggle into his arms, breath warm against his throat. 

“Promise,” he says, and he ends up regretting that promise quite a bit in the coming weeks.

[dangerdaysdiary]

From Cassie the Venomous... A Danger Days FAQ

You can find the original post on Cassie’s website here.

Frequently asked 'Danger Days...' Questions Answered!March 18, 2011Now that My Chemical Romance's Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys is out, I'm finding more and more questions about it leading people to this site. I figured it would be beneficial to address some of the ones that are asked most frequently in one place for the benefit of all! I hope this helps! ORIGINAL POST:  November 24, 2010 @ 11:57 P.M. UPDATED: March 18, 2011 @ 9:47 P.M. ____ The Killjoys Fun Ghoul -Corresponding MCR member: Guitarist, Frank Iero -Raygun: Green with horror-style stickers attached to it -Symbol: A smiling face with one eye crossed out and a jagged mouth -Physical Description: Wears a yellow shirt with black-striped accents over which he wears a military vest. In the video for "SING," Fun Ghoul bears a scar on the right side of his face at his mouth. -Mask: Purple and green Frankenstein mask -Additional Information: ... Jet Star -Corresponding MCR member: Guitarist, Ray Toro -Raygun: Blue with red and white details and the text "BECAUSE I SAID SO" -Symbol: Star with a face and a lightening bolt rising from its left side -Physical Description: Wears an eyepatch on his right side. His jacket displays an American flag on its back. -Mask: Black astronaut-style helmet -Additional Information: The original name for Jet Star was "Raygun Jones." Kobra Kid -Corresponding MCR member: Bassist, Mikey Way -Raygun: Red with white details and a decal that says "deluxe" (his raygun was originally named "Demon-shark Deluxe"). -Symbol: the face of a hissing cobra -Physical Description: Wears a red jacket over a yellow-and-black zebra-print shirt -Mask: Yellow helmet with blue and red eye-like details that displays the message “GOOD LUCK” on its visor -Additional Information: In addition to his raygun, Kobra Kid can also be seen using a power glove in the video for “Na Na Na…." Mikey describes Kobra Kid as a "misunderstood" character with a "short temper" who "knows Kung-Fu." Party Poison -Corresponding MCR member: Vocalist, Gerard Way -Raygun: yellow with pink details and "Give Me Money" written in Japanese on its side. -Symbol: pill with an "X" beneath it -Physical Description: Wears a blue jacket with red details, a "dead pegasus" logo on the front and his Killjoy symbol on the back -Mask: yellow domino mask with blue circular details and clown-style eyes or a decorated "mousekat" helmet. -Additional Information: Party Poison was among the Danger Days... characters active on Twitter preceding the album's release. The Killjoys' names, which Mikey Way told NME are "themed after designer drugs," started as the names of their rayguns, but later turned into character names. The band has said that their Killjoy personas are not characters they are playing, but how they picture themselves in the future. Are the Killjoys Dead? Currently, as a result of the “SING” video, the Killjoys are presumed dead. However, a picture from Gerard Way of “Party Poison” in what appears to be an unzipped body bag (left) captioned “Killjoys never die” has many fans questioning how dead they truly are. UPDATE: April 10, 2011 Dr. Death Defying tweeted: that "there are four acceptable levels of dead after posting an ode to Party Poison, whom he called "dearly departed." More information will follow if the four levels of dead are explained further. Dr. Death Defying Played by Steve Righ? of Mindless Self Indulgence, Dr. Death Defying is the smooth-talking narrator who filters in-and-out of Danger Days…. He is a D.J. for 109 F.M., WKIL, a pirate radio station that operates in the Zones. He is recognized by his “Slaughtermatic Sounds” jacket, which also says “Jackals” and “Philly,” his aviator sunglasses and the bandanna he wears tied around his head. Dr. Death Defying uses an electric wheelchair because of an apparent injury to his left leg, to which an electric brace is strapped. In an hour-long video “listening party” hosted by the D.J., the character implied that he is a veteran, possibly of the Helium Wars, which have been alluded to vaguely. Show Pony and the Girl Show Pony, the character who can be recognized by his "NOISE" half-shirt, blue-and-white polka-dot tights & helmet and rollerskates is the companion of Dr. Death Defying, the narrator of Danger Days... (played by Steve from Mindless Self Indulgence). Show Pony is played by performer Ricky "Rebel" (Twitter | Reverbnation). Rebel opened for My Chemical Romance as Show Pony at the band's Hollywood album release show. The actress who plays the Killjoy girl in the videos, whose character name has thus far only been "the Girl," goes by Grace Jeanette. She, too, is an actress and a musical performer. The Girl's role in the Danger Days world appears to be a significant one; as, she was kidnapped by Better Living Industries for a stull-unknown reason. The Zones and Battery City

The Killjoys world centers around Battery City and its surrounding concentric Zones. The map to the left shows how the Zones are laid out in relation to the city. Utopian Battery City is central, corporate, clean and the center of manufacturing. It is where Battery Towers is located. Battery City, California is the setting for My Chemical Romance's "SING" video, to give you a better perception of what it looks like. The setting for the "Na Na Na..." video is in the Zones, which are a more lawless, desert terrain in which the Killjoys live, run and fully embrace their freedom. The Zones are dirty, wild and dangerous-- the opposite of Battery City. Geographic landmarks include: Route Guano, which is the road on which Gerard has said, "the shit happens." It is where Jet Star and Kobra Kid are "ghosted" by an exterminator in the Danger Days... track "Jet-Star and The Kobra Kid/Traffic Report." "The Getaway Mile," which may be a specific location, is mentioned in the song "Bulletproof Heart." There is also a place which Dr. Death Defying on Twitter called "Wolfblood Beach." Better Living Industries Better Living Industries (Also known as BLI, BL/ind, or BL industries) is the corporation that controls Battery City. The corporation strives to bring about structure in a post-apocalyptic world. It is known for producing emotion-eliminating medications as well as every other manufactured product one can acquire in 2019. BLI crosses over from the Killjoys world and into real life. The made-up corporation has its own  web site with products that you can actually purchase, a mission statement and a "Zone Report" in both Japanese and English.  Also, MCR takes it a step further by having changed the name under which their music is published to "Better Living Industries Music," which you can see in the liner notes of Danger Days.... BLI also overtakes the edited version of Danger Days..., whiting out the internal album art, taking away the lyrics and putting its smiling face logo (above right) all over it. The Danger Days: California 2019 Edition box set is packaged in a BLI box and the 3-song The Mad Gear & Missile Kid E.P. that comes with it is printed on a disc made to look like a BLI brand CD-R. Check out some BL/ind commercials and "Fact News" reports. Dead Pegasus Dead Pegasus is a 2019 oil company. Korse, Draculoids and S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W

Korse is an exterminator for BL/ind's SCARECROW Unit. In the videos, he is played by comic writer Grant Morrison. The "SING" video has raised speculation among fans that Korse could possibly a robot of some sort; as, he is seemingly "activated" in his chamber by the push of a button. Some also speculate, based on Gerard Way's character sketches and his indicating that Korse suffers from "Zone sickness," that he may stay in the  chamber shown in the "SING" video for medical reasons. Grant Morrison revealed to MTV that Korse is "intimately connected with the Killjoys and their secret history," which has yet to be revealed. The SCARECROW Unit of BL/ind is a sort of police force. Korse leads it, and The Draculoids are the other exterminators that appear to be of lower ranking than Korse. They're a "clean-up crew" for the Zones, getting rid of the things and people who do not comply with the monochromatic standards of Better Living Industries. The Mad Gear And Missile Kid

The Mad Gear and Missile Kid is My Chemical Romance's alter-ego band for Danger Days... Mad Gear is what MCR imagined the Killjoys would listen to in 2019. Fans who ordered the California 2019 Box Set received a bonus E.P. of the three tracks MCR recorded as The Mad Gear And Missile Kid: 1. F.T.W.W.W. (acronym for "fuck this whole wide world") 2. "Mastas Of Ravenkroft" 3. "Black Dragon Fighting Society" The genesis of TMG&MK came with the writing of "Black Dragon Fighting Society," which was originally recorded for the pre-Danger Days album the band "scrapped." "F.T.W.W.W." and "Mastas of Ravenkroft" followed as songs created specifically for TMG&MK. Gerard Way told Alternative Press that the MCR is interested in creating a full album as The Mad Gear and Missile Kid and that they would like to play shows as the alter-ego band on off-days of tours in the future. EVENTS in the Zones 2012: The Great Fires 2017: The Pig Bomb ?: Helium Wars

-- If there's something about which you are confused that you would like added to this post, let me know! Consider this a perpetual draft that will update as often as you, Reader, need it to. Also, please don't hesitate to submit corrections! I have compiled the information in this post using knowledge I've gained from interviews of the band by several sources. Suggested Reading to Expand your Killjoys Knowledge: The Twitter development of the Zones presented in a linear fashion. A full interview transcript series posted by Coup De Main Magazine. XoXo c.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Date Night | Eben Franckewitz

Requested? Yup! I hope you like it :) 

Warnings? Nah 

Word Count: 1,424

“Do we have to go out tonight?” You ask when Eben comes back into the green room. He was just about to go on stage for the night and you two were in the middle of deciding what to do for date night.

“I mean we don’t have to.” He says shrugging his shoulders. “What do you want to do?”

“Have a night in? We could chill on the tour bus and watch movies or something.” You answer while sitting up. Eben sits in front of you and takes your hand in his, playing with your fingers.

“Please?” You ask dragging out the e and when he gives you a half smile you cheer. “You can pick the movies!”

“Sounds good to me.” He says and you smile widely. He leans down to kiss you and just as he straightens back up his name is called to go on stage. The two of you head out of the room and you give Eben one last kiss before he heads up there.

You loved watching Eben perform his heart out every night on stage. Watching him give it his all and his response to the crowds insane energy always made your heart glow. He had come so far and you were so proud of him.

“How was I?” Eben asks as he steps off of stage.

“Amazing.” You say and he pulls you towards him. Every night on tour you always waited on the side of stage for Eben to finish and every night he asked the same question.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He whispers before leaning down and placing a long kiss on your lips. He goes to move away but you’re quicker and you pull him back towards you. The kiss is deeper this time and Eben lifts you off the grown as he pulls your bodies flush together.

“Mmm let’s go back to the tour bus before someone sees us yeah?” He asks and you nod.

After his set is finished, the two of you wait until the boys are on stage and already a few songs in to head back to the tour bus. You decide to make food first, a simple dinner because after singing Eben was usually starving. The two of you sit at the small “dining room” table and talk about the events of the day.

“I’m so glad you’re here with me.” He says setting down his spoon and resting his elbows on the table. You can’t help but blush and smile before reaching out and taking Eben’s hand in yours.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” He smiles and leans forward to peck your lips making you smile into the kiss.

“So. what movie do you want to watch?” You ask as he stands to do the dishes.

“Sandlot?” He asks and you smile widely. The sandlot was one of your favorite childhood movies. You always watched it on snow days as a kid and you haven’t seen it in years so when Eben suggested it you were excited.

You head toward the back of the bus and search around for your movies. Upon finding the small black case filled with your favorites, you picked out the sandlot and placed it into the DVD player. Eben comes back a few minutes later and just as you start it up, he wraps and arm around your waist and leads you to the couch.

You instantly snuggle into Ebens side as his arm comes around your waist and pulls you closer. Nights like this were always your favorite with Eben. Of course the two of you could spend every night going out but nothing beats hanging out in each others arms.

About halfway through the movie, you hear a noise coming from the front of the tour bus. Before either of you can get up to see who it is, the boys come bursting into the back room. They’re talking adamantaly about the show so you pause the movie and wait for them to settle down.

Usually after their set, the boys are always wired for a good half hour to an hour afterwards. They talk about things that happened on stage, how the crowds reacted, experiences meeting fans before the show, the whole nine yards. After getting that much of an adrenaline rush you couldn’t blame them though.

After most of the boys change and talk it all out, they all take seats around you and Eben who haven't moved since they came in.  You also knew that after a show it was useless talking to the boys or having a conversation with others if it wasn’t about the show. It was really the only thing on their minds for awhile. Which was again, understandable.

“What were you two watching?” Jonah asks gesturing to the paused screen.

“The Sandlot.” You respond. “It was a date night until you clowns interrupted.”

“Ouch.” Zach mutters and you smile and nudge him. As cheesy as it was the boys had become like family to you and you acted just like it.

“Babe?” Eben asks and you turn to look up at him. “Look at this.” He holds his phone out to you and you take it.

A video pops up, the new spongebob meme with the caption ‘When it’s 2010 ad you wake up at 3 am in a cold sweat.’ In the background the George Lopez theme song rings out and you lean forward laughing loudly.  

“Oh my god I saw one the other day that reminded me of Zach.” You say whipping out your phone and pulling up twitter. That was the other benefit of being close to the band, their fans were fucking hilarious.

You pull up the video and hand your phone to Eben and watch as he cackles at the meme. You two go back and forth like this, trading phones and making each other laugh with the newest meme for practically an hour.

“Oh god Daniel what did you just tag me in?” You ask when you see the notification at the top of your phone.

“Just go look.”

You click on Daniel’s profile and check out his instagram story. It was a video of you and Eben curled into each other with the caption “they’ve been laughing at videos together for an hour.” While normally you hated being on the boys instagram stories because they always caught you doing the most embarassing stuff, this was kinda sweet.

“You too Jonah?” Eben asks and you lean over to see Eben clicking on Jonah’s instagram story and another video of you and Eben laughing at a video shows up.

“Well if you two weren’t all over each other we wouldn’t post about it.” Daniel jokes and you roll your eyes. The four of you end up taking stupid videos of each other and posting it everywhere.

You got great reactions from the fans and even better embarrassing videos of the boys you could use later on. After taking one last dorky photo of Jonah, you put your phone away and cuddle back into Eben. You watch as he mindlessly scrolls through his phone.

Eventually, you grow tired and your eyes slowly fluttered shut. Just as you’re in between a deep sleep and awake, you hear the boys talking. Well the ones that were still awake.

“Is she asleep?” Zach’s familiar voice questions.

I feel Eben shift to look at me before responding. “Yeah she’s probably tired from the show.” His fingertips lightly brush back my hair before cupping my cheek with his hand.

“You love her don’t you?” Jonah asks and I feel Eben moving again.

“More than anything in this world.”

“And you haven’t told her?” Daniel asks.

“Not yet. I want to make it special ya know?” You desperately wanted to sit up and profess your love to Eben too but knew it’d be better to stay quiet and wait to see what they say.

“I don’t know man. I think she’d be happy with whatever way you tell her.” Jonah adds. “Besides, I’m pretty sure she already knows.” Jonah must have gestured to you cause you feel Eben’s eyes on you again.

“Babe?”

Your eyes slowly open and you realize that throughout the conversation you had to started to smile. You look up at Eben and a grin dances across his features.

“I love you.” You whisper and he chuckles quietly. The sort of laugh that meant you were so happy you literally couldn’t contain it.

“I love you too.”

[flying-elliska]

I’m still not over it, so here’s a drabble about what happens after…well, after. (not really expl*cit, more like *metaphorical* lol)

VENDREDI 19 : 24

The world is an explosion of colors.

And it’s theirs, all theirs. Shock and need and giddy pleasure mixing and thrown all around them in a joyful mess, marking the world wherever they touch.

The moment he felt the cold brush of paint touch his nose, something let loose in Lucas, and now he’s got Eliott pressed up against the wall, looking at him like he’s a work of art. It’s intoxicating. Every second is a frantic rush and yet Eliott’s eyes seem to hold eternity.

Neither of them hesitated before chucking off their clothes, Eliott only stopping  to grab two condoms in his pocket and it hits Lucas he came prepared and he thinks the nerve and also thank god because he really, really would not have thought about it in his current state of mind. He just needs them to be closer, closer, closer.

…

The first thing he does when they let go of each other and sink down to the ground is laugh.

He cannot believe what they just did. Eliott looks at him, mischievous, so loving it would completely overwhelm his heart if it hadn’t just tripled in size, and they laugh together.

As he lets the endorphine high course through his body, awareness of how sticky and slippery everything is starts to break through the haze. Also, he’s got paint in his mouth. Ugh. He spits on the floor.

Eliott makes a smacking noise with his lips.

“Hm, I’ve tasted worse, as far as paint goes. I mean, it probably doesn’t bode well for the longevity of our masterpiece, but you chose well.”

“Oh yeah, that’s totally what I had in mind when we picked these. Which ones are going to look and taste the best on my boyfriend’s butt.”

Eliott raises his eyebrows, and his smile is the brightest thing in the room flooded by the evening sunlight.

Lucas realizes what he just said.

“I mean…”

Eliott grabs one of their shirts off the floor and leans towards Lucas, using the spotless inner side of it to tenderly wipe off the worst of the paint of Lucas’ face .

“Good call, boyfriend.”

Lucas feels like the happiness is going to lift him off the ground, and he can’t help but draw Eliott to him and kiss him, and mix their colors together all over again.

…

Eventually, they manage to get dressed. They’re an absolute mess, there’s no avoiding it. Lucas’ whole shirt is half-orange, and then there’s the paint under his clothes, which is starting to dry and flake. Eliott looks like he crawled through mud on an alien planet, his cheeks muddy brown and hair shot through with electric blue. It’s going to be absolute hell trying to explain this to anybody. Especially as they turn towards the wall, and well.

It’s pretty damn obvious what happened there. Their ‘masterpiece’ doesn’t even begin to cover the old design, except in the center. Where it definitely looks like two people throwing themselves at a wall covered in paint while naked. Is that a butt print ? Lucas is going to absolutely die if anyone sees this. Well, he would definitely get a few high fives from at least Emma and Basile, but it isn’t worth it.

Eliott sees him having a crisis and grabs one of the largest brushes, dips it in a rest of red paint on the ground, and starts swiping it haphazardly over the worst of the offending marks.

“It’s like an explosion started here.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “It’s a metaphor, see ? Deviating a bit from the abstract theme, sorry, but I think we’ve thrown all the liquids we can at this poor wall.”

They didn’t even…well this style of painting is…anyway. Forget orange, Lucas is turning bright red. But he loves this. He loves how wild and carefree being around Eliott makes him. Like they could repaint the whole world in their own colors.

…

They manage to make it to the bathroom and clean off their faces and hands. But there’s no two ways about it - the fresque is probably uglier than before, and the room is a mess. They might have to come back early on Monday to clean it. He’s got no cell in his body inclined to do it now. Before he leaves, though, he snaps a picture of the paint-covered floor, empty paint buckets and two very visible, ah, remains of their activities. He’s in a bragging mood.

They walk out of the school, thankfully avoiding meeting anyone. There’s no way they’re going to get into public transport looking like this, so they walk the rest of the way home - to Lucas’ appartment, the closest to school.

Eliott’s hand keeps brushing against Lucas’s.

He wants to grab it. He really wants to. He isn’t there yet.

But he feels like he might be, soon.

As he walks, he posts the painting picture on his insta. He has been avoiding it for a while and he didn’t check his notifications when he posted the picture with the boys earlier, but he sees he has a new follower who has tagged him in a picture. The lettersoup name makes it sound like a bot, but hey, you never know.

The picture is Jackson Pollock, and the caption is a row of rainbow hearts. He looks up at Eliott.

“Aha, you found me !”

“You tagged me, that’s not very subtle, dude. Is your whole profile full of pretentious artsy references ?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me ?”  

Lucas is readying a smart-ass comment but when he actually clicks on srodulv’s page, his heart kind of stops, and so does he, right there in the middle of the sidewalk.

The drawing of rain drops, dated. February 16. The night of their first kiss. “Not afraid.”Quotes in English about stars. The piano, god. That video of Eliott listening to rock in the exact same manner Lucas had put dubstep in his ears for days.

Some of the drawings are pretty dark. He’s starting to understand that Eliott’s a bit of a troubled soul, and maybe it explains a little bit of the rollercoaster they’ve been on. He’s messed up recently, he can understand. All he really wants to know is that Eliott really cares. And - from this ? Well, he really really does.

The f*cking chocolate bar - the very first day they met. Chelou, their first inside joke.

Fuck being timid and fuck shame. Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s kissing his man in the middle of the street, right in view of the whole world.

And then he follows him back on insta, of course.

…

When they arrive to the appartment, the first thing Lucas does is knock on Manon’s door.

“Hey, I need the room.”

Manon’s smile is the biggest he’s ever seen in someone who’s basically just been s*xiled.

“Of course, but wash up first okay ? You’d better not leave any weird stains. Hello, Eliott, nice to see you.”

Eliott greets her back, and Lucas is suddenly afraid she’s going to give him the shovel talk, so he pushes them both to the bathroom.

…

It takes them a long time to get clean, both because paint is difficult to wash off and because they can’t seem to keep their hands off each other. And well, it’s a small shower.

Eliott is so beautiful, and Lucas can’t get over being able to see and touch all of him, wherever he wants. As the pigment washes off with the water, he leaves new marks, more permanent, deep pink blossoming under his teeth and lips.

He wants the whole world to know. Eliott said he was the only one that mattered.

When they’re done, the shower stall looks like they murdered a clown in there. But they’ll have time to be fussy tomorrow.

…

They dry off and burrow under the covers together, skin against skin, cosy and clean and the closest thing to a holy experience Lucas’ ever known.  

It feels like a whole age since they were last here, like this. He feels like a whole different person. It’s been gruelling, but it was the kind of change he needed, to love Eliott wholly. There’s nothing holding him back now.

There’s still a shiver of fear. That he will go to sleep and Eliott won’t be there tomorrow, that he will find another sad drawing about how they can only be together in parallel universes.

But he has learned to step away from fear. And as Eliott whispers sweet nothings in the crook of his neck, as they move against each other again and again and the pleasure builds like waves of warmth breaking together, the reality of it sinks deeper and deeper.

This here is real, and it’s his life, right here and now.