#they've been on my mind almost 24/7

[overdrve]

i love the "on your left" motif as much as the next person but what i absolutely love love love is when samsteve fics, especially the ones set in aus, manage to sneak in the little "that's how it is" exchange. actually obsessed with it.

[sleepsacked]

jeong yunho nsfw a-z

18+ mdni!!!!!

it has been a while since i've done one of these, catching up on the members for this in lieu of waiting for my san fic to upload later tn xo

p.p.s will be doing these in age order so mr. yeosang will be next :3

2024 © sleepsacked

a ⋆ aftercare (how he is after sex)

i think yunho is more so the type to be pretty basic with the aftercare like jus clean you both right up and cuddle for the rest of the time you guys have together, he seems like he'd be a reallllll sleepy guy and hear me out...,, Little Spoon Yunho. okok hear me out again.... Little Spoon Yunho.... who Loves. Back rubs from you OHHHHH too good

b ⋆ body part (his favorite body part)

thighs. 1000000% thighs. Loves the squishy, smooth, softness of them all, loves to use yours as a pillow and loves to kiss and suck on them every chance he gets when he's going down on you.

c ⋆ cum (anything to do with cum)

it wouldn't be very often like GENUINELY. would not be very often.... but when you did indulge in him... he'd love to come on your face... IT WOULDN'T BE OFTEN...... but man would he love seeing your face filthy with him after going down on him...

d ⋆ dirty secret (his dirty secret)

Voyeurism. That's it. I won't even elaborate. Voyeurism.

e ⋆ experience (how experienced is he?)

i think had i wrote this in 2022 with my hj and hwa ones, i'd say not a lot of experience, but in 2024... i think he's definitely gad his fair share of hookups jus... hasn't been able to really experiment because they've all been quickies more or less

f ⋆ fav position (sex position)

you know what, i was gonna say smth like doggy or cowgirl whatever right... but then i thought abt that one svt woozi tweet where it said smth abt spanish guitar (the sex position) and suddenly. Yunho. 100000% Fav position. Spanish Guitar. LOL..

g ⋆ goofy (how he acts in the moment)

i don't think he's necessarily goofy but he is more so clumsy... def gives off big pup energy?-?????? just wants to treat you good but stumbles over himself and gets clumsy

h ⋆ hair (how groomed is he?)

honestly, i have a feeling he wouldn't be that groomed like hairless type groom but would jus be trimmed up fs

i ⋆ intimacy (how passionate is he?)

the way he displays his passion is through his dominance lol he feels best when he's got you all to himself and can feel that you're mind is only consumed with him, it drives him INSANEEEE

j ⋆ jack off (how often he masturbates)

i feel like this is where it gets crazy for him, cuz i dont think he'd necessarily masturbate 24/7 but he'd definitely like to edge himself to the thought of you and wait as long as he needed until you guys met up so he could empty himself in you entirely 100000000000000000000%

k ⋆ kink (one or more)

size size size ik this is sooooo overplayed with yunho but its literalllllllllllllllly so true would love fucking you in missionary but having you soooo close almost laying most of his weight on you as he fucks into you wooooo loves feeling you press up against him when he's like that too

l ⋆ location (fav place to do it)

feel like he'd love to do it anywhere in your home, the kitchen, the living room, on the table, etc. but apart from there i think he'd definitely be into car sex 100%

m ⋆ motivation (what keeps him going)

loves when you send him audios of you touching yourself when he's away on schedules, literally drives him madddddd he will edge himself as long as he can listening to you bring yourself to your orgasm thinking abt him oh geez

o ⋆ oral (giving + receiving — is he good?)

he doesn't give munch material LOL... doesn't mind giving head but definitely would rather just fuck you instead.. he does like receiving though

p ⋆ pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

truthfully, his vibe isn't necessarily fast ?? more like deep strokes but rough strokes-????-???? and once he found that perfect spot in you, only then would he go faster yup yup

q ⋆ quickie (his opinion on it + how often they happen)

because he seems like the type to enjoy car sex, i could 100% see him enjoying quickies. i think in the beginning of a relationship where its in the honeymoon/affectionate phase, he would soooooo want to have you at all times

r ⋆ risks (is he willing to experiment, does he take risks, etc.)

i think like seonghwa.. would experiment some, but pretty vanilla things and things that are more dom/sub power dynamic related >> can’t see him being like “yes babe im SO down to peg :D!!” LOL

s ⋆ stamina (how long can he last?)

average stamina ?? LOL only cause with him foreplay would begin from the moment you both wake up and continue thru out the way and then finally when there is a moment to finally unwind together it would be everything all at once

t ⋆ toys (does he use/own any?)

Yes. toys are not his Enemy but His Support. but unlike seonghwa, toys would be his support in helping tease and torture you lol. oh you touched yourself when he said not to??? vibrator to the clit until you're shaking and crying actually matter of fact i think now... yunho would have a slight dacryphilia kink hellllooooooo

u ⋆ unfair (how much does he tease?)

he doesn't like to tease much, he's more so the type to jus put you in your place from the jump no questions asked

v ⋆ volume (how loud is he + what noises does he make?)

groaner 100000% and knows it drives you wild when he makes all types of noises just for you

w ⋆ wild card (random headcanon for him)

panties. Just. Panties... Loves them... A lot.

x ⋆ x-ray (what’s under his clothes?)

a little bigger than average but definitely got some girth one him... definitely a prettier one to look at

y ⋆ yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

his sex drive would be subjective to how high yours is, if its high, he can match that, if its not, he can match that and lean more into romantic/emotional intimacy and taking care of your needs on that higher level more than physical needs (this isn't including pda though however)

z ⋆ zzz (how quickly does he sleep after?)

this one is a eepy guy for sure lol likes to chat with you a little but mostly just cuddle and lay kisses all over your chest and face before ultimately falling asleep with his head on your chest - dont let the rest of the guys find out he likes to be little spoon though he will definitely be embarassed for days, maybe even weeeeeeeks

[mingtinys]

songs of a caged bird

pairing : choi jongho x gn!reader

angst , fluff , lore based , outlaw!jongho , strictland!au

warnings : talk of raids and death , dystopian themes , tyrannical leadership

word count : 1.5 k

requested? yes

a/n : had to brush up on my ateez lore for this one

There's a voice on the roof.

You know because you've heard it echo through the thin walls of your apartment at the same time each morning. It started three days ago, early in the morning when the city sleeps and the guards change shifts.

5:00 A.M.

On the dot.

You thought you might have been imagining it at first. Something as outlandish as singing hadn't been heard in, well, most of your life. Not in any instance without immediate consequence at least. And when you'd asked your neighbors they'd told you they hadn't heard anything of the sort. Then again, they've somehow also never been awoken by the sirens and late-night raids that take place on the streets just below your high-rise. Perhaps if you hadn't been born a light sleeper, you wouldn't either.

But now, as the sound amplifies on the climb to the roof, you're sure of it. There is a voice silkier than anything your mind could possibly fabricate, and the boy it belongs to, high above the world, shrouded in moonlight. He sits on the ledge, legs dangling over the sides, near your bedroom window. His head sways side to side, so consumed in his song that he doesn't notice your approaching footsteps.

"You shouldn't do that." You speak, and the voice halts. Though he doesn't flinch, nor seems the slightest bit startled by your interruption.

"Why not?' He questions.

The boy's dark eyes bore into your own. Tired and cast in shadows that seem to envelop everything around them. There's a blank expression scribbled across his face. Boredom.

Or is it curiosity? That still doesn't feel right.

Maybe indifference.

You can't tell.

"They'll hear you," you point to the streets, where new guardians take post around empty corners and alleyways. There's a chill to the night and you're quick to fold your arms in an attempt to block the morning breeze. "People have been killed for less. If they catch you they'll—"

"Are you going to turn me in?" The boy raises his eyebrows, like he knows you pose no threat to him. In fact, the question feels more like a tease than a presumption.

"I'm just saying, if I can hear you others can. Singing isn't allowed." Though you feel like he should already know this.

"Why?"

"Because, human emotion is the root of the world's—" You begin to regurgitate the same motto you've heard all your life, but the boy holds up his palm.

"I didn't ask you to repeat that jargon they spoon-feed you every day. Why do you think singing is dangerous."

No one's ever asked you that. They've only ever told. But never why, just that it is. Until now, you've never questioned it, and it feels like the boy knows that from your silence.

He's back the next morning. Same voice, same time, same song, same dark brown eyes. Except this time, his expression is different. He looks amused.

No. Delighted.

Actually, it's almost like a... pleasantly surprised look. Yeah, that sounds right.

"You're back." He says.

"So are you."

"I like the view."

"I live here."

"On the roof?" His eyes widen. "I didn't know rent was that expensive?"

Your brow furrows. "No, in my apartment. Below the roof."

"That was a joke," the corner of his lip turns up. "A bad one, but just a joke."

"Oh."

The boy hums, nodding as he looks back out at the city. "You want to sit?"

Part of you wants to stroll down to the 24/7 corner shop, buy a quality pair of noise-canceling earplugs, and tuck back into bed. Forget about the boy with a voice of gold and continue about your mundane life. But the other part feels an itching so deep in your bones it burrows an uncomfortable pit in your stomach.

So you sit, in hopes that learning more will quell that unbearable feeling.

"I'm Jongho," he smiles.

You've noticed Jongho has a habit of being vague. Whether it's answering one of your few questions or simply telling stories, he rarely elaborates on where his answers and tales come from.

Like on the fifth night you joined him on his ledge. When he told you of an island he'd once seen. One he claimed to be so full of color, music, art, and dancing he'd felt like he was back "home" for a moment. A fairytale, you're sure.

"—That kind of stuff is actually celebrated where I'm from." He says that a lot.

"Where I'm from." But never elaborates.

"People make a living out of it. That's what me and my friends wanted to do. But that was before..." Jongho's words peter out and his gaze falls to the distant, twinkling lights in the sky.

"Before what?"

"Before here."

There's something in his eyes you haven't seen from him before. You pin it down a little quicker than you expect. Something halfway between longing and sadness.

Whatever it is, it makes your heart hurt.

"Do you..." your eyes search the sky for the right words. "Wish you could go back? To before."

He nods. "Every day. But there are things keeping me here. People who need me. People I love."

"Your friends?"

"Yeah. Among other things."

Jongho's eyes leave the stars and settle on your face. The moon is full, and it's the first time you've been able to catch the warm, brown hue of them. Like the polished wood of a violin you'd once seen in a history textbook.

You hadn't questioned it back then, but now, you wonder how something so exquisitely crafted could be so scorned by those in charge. But then again, it wasn't your place to question such matters.

Right?

"You should really stop," you say. "I'm worried the guardians will—"

"I thought we weren't supposed to feel trivial emotions like worry?" Jongho grins. You've learned by now that when the corner of Jongho's lip lifts just enough to flash his canines, he's joking. "They might lock you up with me."

"I don't plan on being an accessory. Though I have to say, I will miss your songs." The words taste foreign as they leave your lips and judging by the way Jongho snaps his head to the side, they sound it too.

"Did you just make a joke? Didn't know they taught you how to do that at your prestigious institution." He quips back.

"They teach us a lot of things. Though I'm not quite sure how much of it to believe anymore." Lately, in classes, you've found your mind wandering. Recalling the many stories Jongho's told you and fantasizing about what it'd be like to live in a world with everything yours lacks.

He seems to think pretty fondly of his world. So much so, sometimes you think you're the one who wound up in the wrong world.

"And how does that make you feel?" Jongho presses. It's the most urgency you've heard in his voice since the day you met. It's isn't much, but it's there. Like he's been anticipating this exact moment.

You feel... you aren't entirely sure.

"Conflicted."

You haven't been able to focus on much of anything lately. A whirlwind of questions, feelings, and fear cloud your thoughts day in and day out. Sitting through classes is suffocating and the watchful eye of the android guardians feels more threatening than ever. Like once glance and they'd see straight through you and reveal the doubt accumulating against everything you've ever known.

Your thoughts alone could land you a one-way ticket straight to The Disposal.

Only when you're next to Jongho, safely stowed away above the city on your little rooftop, does the weight lift from your chest. You're used to hiding all of your emotions. Yet somehow he still knows.

"You seem distracted lately."

You've never felt a need to lie with Jongho. "I think— I feel like life shouldn't be lived like this. Void of emotion and art. The way you've described it, it sounds so beautiful. So human. I just don't understand how it could possibly be a bad thing."

There's a softness to Jongho's gaze when your eyes meet and you swear, you've both somehow scooted closer during your speech. Close enough for your thighs to touch and the air between you to feel thinner.

"Do you think it's still possible to bring any of that back?"

"I do," Jongho says it like he knows something you don't. Then again, you've always felt he knows more than he's shared. "It's easier than you think, so long as we have people like you."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." No doubt, no hesitation, you do.

His eyes search your face for what seems like an eternity and then suddenly, his palm braces against your knee as he leans and his lips meet yours across the narrow distance. It's short but still leaves a warm sensation that lingers even after he pulls away and floods through your veins.

Your head falls to his shoulder and if the morning wasn't so quiet you might've missed the sigh of relief he breaths out. You can physically feel him relax against you, letting his head rest atop yours. Giving your knee one last reassuring squeeze. Whether it's for you or him, you're not entirely sure.

"Jongho?" You whisper.

"Yeah?"

"Will you sing for me?"

[ssivinee]

✧The Dancer to the Music✧

BEBE! Kim Taeyoung, aka Tatter x Composer! Producer! F Reader: After not seeing each other for so long, you surprised your best friend at her studio. Work had been rough the past few days so you assumed seeing your friend could fix that, but it was someone else that does.

Word Count: 3.5k

Note: Ahhhhh, my first Tatter fic. Tatter simps rise😌. My other gf needs some love, too. I've done my civil duties and will now go to bed🙃

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Being a composer in the music scene was always a dream of yours. While growing up, your parents surrounded you with the beauty of instruments and melodies. So it was evident for you to pick up your talents due to your parent's infatuation with music. Yet you never wanted the fame of being a singer, so you stuck to staying behind the scenes, writing music for several artists.

You sat in your cold studio, sipping on the hard hitting energy drink as you stared at the computer screen. Eyes never wavering at the sight of several color-codded melodies. The song felt bare and not up to your standards, causing a groan of frustration to emerge.

I need a break, was all you thought before leaving your room. You walked around the current building you were working at, the famous SM Entertainment. 2 years ago, you were merely a freelance composer, taking any project handed your way.

An SM representative then got ahold of you, saying they've been keeping an eye on you for a while and had a proposition for you. Before you knew it, a week later, you were signing a contract under the entertainment, becoming an in-house composer and producer, even gaining your first big shot project.

Better by BoA.

After the release, more and more tasks were flowing your way, SM making sure you had work to do 24/7. So now you were here, trying to piece together something for NCT's Ten.

As much as you loved your job, you couldn't deny hitting a stump. Truth be told, this happened quite often, but you usually got over it after a day or two. Yet it had been a week, and you had nothing but a simple chord progression and bass that was spaced out.

You make your way over to the hallway full of dance studios, trying to clear your mind, and you think of the perfect people to do so. Entering the room, you hear the soft volume of a song and see some of your favorite friends in the company.

"Oh shoot, nice to see you out of your cave," Jeno jokes at the sight of you after being trapped in the studio for 7 hours straight. "Dude, leave her alone," Bada says, approaching you to encase you in a warm hug.

"Seriously though, you didn't leave that room since you got here this morning," Taeyong points out, voicing his worry for the younger girl.

Ten sighs at you, "I know you're a perfectionist, Y/n, but don't stress too much over my song. Okay?" The Thai member knew how stuck you've been the past week, as he spoke to you almost every day about your progress. "I can't help it, oppa. This is your first release after Paint Me Naked, so it has to be amazing."

Bada rubs your arm in consolidation, "Maybe you need a new change of pace for now? How about the lyrics for the song? Got anything?"

You keep your head down, silence answering Bada's questions, and she sighs. "It's probably an inspiration issue," Jeno says, and your head whips up quickly. "That might actually be the problem."

"You need a change of scenery for sure. Been staring at your computer screen for almost a month straight," Taeyong says with some pats on your back. Your eyes finally had a glimmer of hope after the past weeks, with the long days tiring you out.

A light bulb then flickers in your head, "Unnie, do you have a class coming soon?" You ask the tall woman, who answers perplexed, "Uh, yeah. Tomorrow, I'm at JustJerk. Why?"

"Never mind that. What time?" Your voice evidently becomes eager.

"At 5 p.m.?"

"I'll see you then."

You took an off day, resting your mental for the day, and it was currently 4:30 p.m. as you got ready to head out for the day.

In the JustJerk studio, Bada, Lusher, and Tatter marked their dance as they waited for time. They took a water break as people were making their way into the studio.

"By the way, you have a surprise later," Bada nudges the brunette, who looks at her with a questionable gaze. "What is it?" She simply asks, but Tatter cuts her off, "That defeats the purpose of the surprise dummy."

"Do you know what it is?" Lusher asks, but the blonde shrugs at her. "Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you," she says, teasing the older. "Oh, come on, you two were about to get started." Bada breaks them up as the class begins.

You walked into the building about 20 minutes into the class and asked the receptionist for a visitor's pass that you hung around your neck. Peeking your head in, you see Bada teaching steps already, and the two of you make eye contact. She gives a small wave, and you reciprocate with a smile hiding behind your mask.

You made your way over to the side of the room, sitting on the bench where you put your tote bag beside you. Your eyes scan the room, falling onto your best friend, Lusher. That's what everyone calls her nowadays, but you only called her by her real name.

Then you see the woman next to her, and you pause.

Your eyes widen at the blonde beauty who stood beside your childhood friend, taking in her existence. She wore a simple crop top, black baggy sweets, and a denim jacket. You basically had found an angel whose body flowed fluidly at every step demonstrated to her. Her aura brightened the room's atmosphere whenever she smiled at Bada's antics. She played around with your best friend often, and you saw the two' precious bond.

Well, Jeno was definitely right about finding some inspiration.

Thoughts overflow your brain, and you take the notepad from your bag, writing down everything you can.

Baby, dance, dance, dance Wrap me up with your devotion It's a bad romance Got my body rockin' in slow motion But I can't cope walkin' on a tightrope Hangin' on the tension Let me down, down, down with you Let me give you my attention

After an hour, the class takes a break, and you shy your way behind Lusher. Your hands covered her eyes, and she flinched at the touch, "Who the hell?"

"Did you miss me, Seoyoung-ah?" You ask, and the girl instantly recognizes who it is. You were the only person who called her by her real name and had a husky, rough voice. She almost rips your hands off, wrapping her arms tighter around your neck. "Y/n? What the hell are you doing here?"

"I needed to get away from work," You mumble into her shoulder and slip the mask under your chin, revealing your face. Bada smiles at the two while Tatter wonders who you are. She was marveled by your slender eyes and relationship with the brunette. "Is this my surprise, unnie?" Lusher asks the tall dancer. She nods, proud of herself for keeping your arrival secret.

"The girl has been struggling the last few days and figured you could brighten her mood."

"Is that right?" Your best friend questions you, and you only show a bright smile.

Tatter's heart fastens at the sight of your grin. She didn't even know who you were, yet she couldn't help the feeling creeping up on her. "Ah, Y/n, let me introduce you. Tatter, this is my best friend Y/n, and Y/n, this is Tatter." Your eyes meet the blonde dancer, and she gives you a friendly smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Tatter."

"Likewise. Glad to meet one of Lusher unnie's long-time friends." Your face shows a look of shock. "Unnie?"

You thought she was at least the same age as you and Lusher, but you learn she was born in 2001. "I hope I haven't been replaced as your best friend," you joke, and Lusher punches your arm lightly. "Tatter is my dance duo. You and I will always be forever," she tells you as your arm wraps around her shoulder, you leaning your head on hers.

"Let's wrap up this class soon so we can all hang out?" Bada suggests, and Lusher nods excitingly, leaving your side. You and Tatter giggle at the girl as she tries to dance quickly. "You two must be close if she's acting like this," Tatter spoke calmly. "Well, she's always like that with me. This isn't anything out of the ordinary."

"True," she says, and you laugh at her bluntness. You went back to your seat as you appreciated the view of all the dancers and even watched the filming process. When the class finally ended, and all the students were out the door, you were left with the three dancers who sat on the floor, a bit tired from the dancing.

"So how do you know Bada-unnie?" The blonde asks you out of nowhere. "Uh, I'm a producer and composer at SM, so I see her at the building almost daily."

Tatter becomes fascinated at the thought of your profession, not knowing anyone in that field of work. "You make music?"

"Yeah. It's something I always loved doing since I was a kid."

"So that means you play instruments?" She looks at you, super interested, and you can't help but grow flustered with her eyes on you. It felt intense, and you weren't used to feeling this intimidation. "Um, of course. I started playing multiple instruments at the age of 11."

Her face goes into amazement at your words. "11? That's amazing. You must be really good then."

"I'd say I'm decent," you say teasingly. "She's more than decent. She created the melody Better by BoA," Lusher points out, and Bada nods in agreement. "Better? By BoA? That's one of my favorite songs."

You look at the blonde happily, "I also part-took in writing some of the lyrics."

Tatter gets up and begins bowing at you, causing you to frantically wave your arms at her gesture. "Please get up and never do that ever again." You chuckle as she gets up.

"Her unreleased stuff is fire, though," Bada says, exposing you, and your eyes widen. "Unnie~" You whined at the older woman, who chuckled, "What, it's true. The stuff you don't release are some of your best works."

"She's not wrong," your best friend added.

"Would you mind showing me some?" Tatter asks innocently, and you nod, looking away. Every time you made proper eye contact, your hands got clammy, and breathing felt ten times harder. What in the world was happening to you.

You then pull out your work phone, where you keep all your projects and private songs. Your hands lend her the wired headphones you used only specifically for this, and you connect it to the phone.

"What vibe are you looking for right now, Tatter-nim?" You joke with the question, and she responds, "Hmmm, some RnB would be nice right now." You then scroll and click the song called "Clueless Mystery."

As Tatter listened, everyone watched her eyes go soft at the sound of your voice. "Holy shit, you sound beautiful." Your ears go red at the compliment, and give her a slight bow as she keeps listening. Her upper body begins to sway at the beat, and your focus on her becomes sincere. She looked like she genuinely enjoyed the song's melody, almost freestyling as she stayed seated. You smile at her movements, and Lusher can only watch you two curiously.

That look you gave the blonde was something Lusher knew all too well... you were falling for her and falling quick.

When the song ends, Tatter can't help but applaud your work, and you bow jokingly, "Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all night, folks."

“Would you mind sending me those songs?" She asks you seriously, and you nod, happily switching numbers so you can send her some tracks when you get home. "You sure you gonna listen to them?"

"Of course. That one also seemed nice to dance to, so I might make some choreography."

That was unexpected. You nod slowly, realizing her words, "Sure, I'll pick some of my best work out."

Your visits at the JustJerk Academy became frequent as you got excited to see the blonde. The past few weeks, you had slowly but surely finished Ten's solo song, the NCT member, deciding to call the sensual song "Birthday." A piece usually took less time to make, but if you made it, you made sure to take your time, ensuring you put every single thought, sweat, and tear into it. Now, you were only missing a few lyrics and decided to keep seeing your newfound friend as she secretly became your muse for this piece.

The two agreed to meet at YGX today as Tatter was working on some new choreography for the studio. When you go to the dance studio, you see the blonde dancing through the window. This time, she wore black leggings, plain Converse, and a sheer white long-sleeve. You were fucked. Tatter looked immaculate in her simplistic outfit, the white top emphasizing her heavenly beauty.

Your brain goes crazy at the sight before you, and your breath becomes terribly shaky. Your hands move on their own, opening the door ever so slightly, and you hear one of your slow songs. You bow, coming in, letting her do her own thing until the song ends.

You watch as her body moves elegantly to the song, the jazz training being prominent in her dancing. Moving fluidly, as usual, you were in a trance, not even realizing your track had ended and she was approaching you. "Was it good?" She asks you breathlessly.

"Of course it was. What else could I expect from you?"

She smiles, taking a seat beside you. "So, you have a new song for me?"

"Wanna find out?" She nods, and you give her the phone. This time, she unlocks the phone with ease and connects the phone to the speaker. After hanging around the dancers for a while, you and Tatter became close to the point where her face could unlock the phone, and she knew her way well around the phone. You even called her by her real name.

You trusted her with it as she hasn't given you a reason not to. She clicks the unfamiliar name "Drowned Happiness." A slow-paced pop-synth beat could be heard, and Tatter's body automatically grooves away. She does a rope-pulling movement in your direction, and you roll your eyes. She was well aware you didn't dance, but here she was trying to entice you.

"Taeyoung-ah, you know damn well I have two left feet," She doesn't respond to you, just grabbing your arm and pulling you to the center of the room. She circles your body as she dances, and you can only watch her in astonishment. The distance between you is minuscule, and you stand there, frozen. "Are you scared of me, Kang Y/n?" She asks in a whisper, the smaller girl making sure you kept your eyes on her the entire time. "You know I don't bite."

Your breath hitches at her words.

She takes your arms and wraps them around her own waist, and you try swaying your body to follow her movement. Finding the right pace, you two go in sync, and Tatter smiles at your awkward figure, finding you adorable. Your hands fondle with her hips as she leans your body closer to you.

"You know, no one has ever had this effect on me." You just listened to her, still sticking to the momentum the two of you had. "The first time I saw you in the studio, god. You did something to me. The stupid smile you have, the little head bobs you did while listening to music, your deep voice, everything about you was captivating."

That stupid smile she calls out takes shape on your face. "You're so beautiful, angel," was all you could say, giving her a new nickname. You couldn't even find the right words, making you nervous. It was literally part of your job, but Tatter made it overly difficult for you. The song ends, and you pull away quickly, feeling your face heat up at the exchange.

You cough before trying to redeem yourself, "Wanna head out for lunch?"

"Sure. What do you have in mind?" She asked, picking up her bag and phone. "There's a small Italian place near by if you want." She nods, and you drive to the restaurant. While driving, you felt Tatter's eyes on you occasionally, and you tried to shake away the anxiousness you felt bubbling inside you.

You guys make it and open the cae door for the girl. Entering the establishment, you were met with the smell of pasta and baked goods.

The two of you ate pasta as you chatted away, "I'm telling you, Seoyoung would get her hands stuck in her hoodie." You told her stories about you and Lusher's childhood, and Tatter always laughed. "How does that even happen?"

You shrug, "I don't know. All I know is she always cried about it, and I'd have to help her out every single time."

The two of you were about to continue but noticed the heavy rain outside. "Shit," Tatter said softly, looking out the window. "I'll drop you home. It's no big deal."

When finishing up, you two argued over paying the bill. "Let me, I've literally been using your music for my own fun."

"Taeyoung, that has nothing to do with paying the bill, like, at all."

"I wanna pay, please~" She pleaded, but you shook your head, handing your card to the water, "No, and that's final." Tatter quiets down at your stern voice, never hearing it before. You sounded so sexy, making her feel vulnerable in front of you.

When existing, you guys stood under the store's overhead, and you began taking off your letterman jacket. Placing it over the blonde's head, she mopes. "You're gonna get sick, unnie," she tried taking it off, but you stopped her, just pulling her waist close as you run to your car, ensuring she didn't slip. You open the passenger door and let her enter before running to the driver's side.

Safe to say, as soon as you sat in the car, you sighed at yourself. You were literally soaking wet. Tatter looks at you in silence, taking in your appearance. Your usual straight long black hair turned a little wavy, and your plain white shirt was now see-through, enabling her to see the black sports bra you wore underneath. When you look at her in a fit of laughter, she looks away, trying to hide the shades of pink on her face.

You drove her home, and as you sat in the front of her apartment, she sighed, "Can I at least give you some clothes? Before you get sick?" You just nod, saying, "Sure, this shirt isn't feeling too comfortable right now anyways." Not wanting to argue with her. She wasn't wrong, as you felt the heavy weight of your shirt tiring your body.

She lets you in, and your nose is filled with the scent of Vanilla. Of course, her house would smell like this. The girl herself smelled sweet all the time.

"Let me get you a towel with some clothes so you can shower."

She marches off somewhere with a mission in mind, and you wait at the entrance, not wanting to wet her place too much. Tatter comes back, handing you a soft sage green towel. "The bathroom is in the hallway, the door to the left, and I have some clothes in there for you."

You nod and take a quick hot shower, and as Tatter waits for you, she changes into a silk pink pajama set, getting comfortable in her humble abode. She sat in her living room, watching TV, and you came out in grey sweatpants and a baggy light blue shirt. Your hair was now in a ponytail, and Tatter couldn't help but stare at you lovingly. You looked adorable and comfy in her clothes.

Making your way over to her, you sat on her couch, making yourself feel at home as you were tired. "You good?" She asks you softly. "Yeah, just a bit tired from all the food we ate."

"Stay for a while. Let the rain die down, and we can watch a movie."

"Let's do it then," You put one of her throw pillows in your lap, and she smiles fondly at you. The two of you agreed to watch Mamma Mia. As the movie goes on, the two of you move closer to each other as you play around every now and then. Tatter then rests her head in the crook of your neck, and you smile at this. Finding some courage as you two watched the movie, you asked her in a gentle voice, "Hey?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna go on a date tomorrow?"

She peeks at you, leaning her head up, "Is this not a little date right now?" You grin, feeling your heart swell up at the view of her beautiful face. "A proper date, angel."

With her new name rolling off your tongue, she gives you a quick peck on the cheek, "I'd love to go on a proper date with you, unnie."

A/n: This took so long to write, but it was defo worth it!

-sivine

[dizzymoods]

[Link to original article]

I do not disagree with the sentiment expressed by Malm in this article nor in the excerpted quote. However, how it is expressed and celebrated is bothersome.

i was in middle school when the war on terror started. The use of "civilian" is not a neutral descriptor. "Civilian" has a connotation denoting whiteness, ascribed with a degree of innocence. Civilians killed by the US in Iraq, Afghanistan, Somalia, [pick a country] are "collateral damage" not "civilians". We've seen israelis call Palestinian babies born in the months after October 2023, Hamas ie enemy combatants.

Almost all israelis are ex-colonial soldiers. How do we describe them as "civilians" when they partook in violent military action against Palestinians? Those that are not ex-idf still maintain the colonial society. Religious, pacifist objectors to service rarely renounce their citizenship. The idf, even if they brutalize these objectors, nevertheless protect their spot on the land — ironically the very reason for the punishment, "you're only here bc of us dummy". And then you have civilians, who may not be active military but become avatars of the colonial army when they call upon the idf to help them kick Palestinians out of their homes in the West Bank.

I met someone who is descended from the family who enslaved my maternal family. We are related and to borrow a phrase from James Baldwin, "my grandmother is not a rapist." Even though slave owners or settler/colonizers may not be official government employees, they authorize the state. We see this expressed in 1776 and 1948, for example.

Calling israelis settlers is not an indictment of their morality or an indication of the level of violence they've personally conducted. It is a descriptor of the violence inherent to their class position in the way bourgeois is. Calling them "civillians" is invoking a moral sentiment that the people they are colonizing, the Palestinians, are not afforded. Zionist rag The Atlantic literally said it is okay to kill babies the day before the firebombing of Rafah where we actually saw people burned alive and decapitated babies. That's one.

Two: Why are we re-litigating 7 October over half a year into a genocide?

"Critically" supporting Palestinian armed resistance 184 days and 75 years after Al-Aqsa Flood is a bit late, no? (Malm's original article was published on 8 April 24) So how is this statement exactly brave when people were supporting Palestinian armed resistance for decades? I mean Wu Tang Clan was rapping about PLO style 31 years ago. Chavez, Mao, Malcolm, the Panthers, Castro, Mandela, Shakur, Jordan etc etc etc have all supported not just the Palestinian cause but the righteousness of their armed struggle. Unequivocally, mind you. It's only been settler-supporters of Palestine that equivocate on this matter.

Liberal supporters of Palestine still wince at the celebrations of Al-Aqsa Flood. And of the Haitian Revolution and of the FLN, ANC, etc etc. They think it is a celebration of killing settler-"civilians". It's not. It's a celebration of the advancement of or the success of the liberation movement.

It sounds callous but everyone has a matter of fact relationship to violence. It's not cause for celebration. it's actually a tragedy. Violence is a sign non-violent means we're ineffective. It means the endurance people have of death without concessions has been exhausted.

The zionist Jabotinsky understood this in 1923. It doesn't matter if the jewish settlers are benevolent or malicious: there is a contradiction between the zionists who want to settle the land and the Palestinians who refuse to cede the land, which can only be reconciled through violence. And if the zionists were to be successful, he said they will need to ceaselessly employ offensively defensive violence to maintain their settlements. Hence the mowing of the lawn in Gaza every two years, the ever expanding settlements in the West Bank. Jabotinsky's analysis is 40 years older than Wretched of the Earth btw. Straight from the colonizer's mouth. So again, what is brave about this statement?

[edited for spelling]

[percybeloved]

Best "Friends"

Steve Harrington x Male Reader

Steve Harrington loves his bestfriend alot. Way more that a normal person would.

Grinding, Making Out, Slight Friends W Benefits

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steve harrington had one of the bestest friends ever. it wasn't tommy or robin or even nancy. it was m/n l/n. the man that steve would talk to everyday. the man who hung out with him everytime he wasn't busy. the man who brought him lunch every day that he had to work.

m/n was awesome. he was honestly the closest friend that steve had. "friend". the friend that steve would hotbox with. the friend that steve would laugh with 24/7. the friend that steve would cry to when the nightmares got bad. the friend that steve would have grind against him in the video store parking lot every day after work.

m/n was most definitely just his "friend", right? that had steve thinking. did the average person want to pound their bestfriend from behind and watch him arch his back in the prettiest way possible? his brain was juggling through so many different questions so he went to the only person who could help.

"so, robin...." "yes, steve?" "metaphorically speaking-" she instantly turned around and gave him a playful glare. "please don't tell me its stupid" steve paused and looked her directly in her eye. "rob, im serious" she gave him a small giggle before telling him to continue.

"so one of my friends has been talking about having thoughts of "making love" to his best friend. is that normal?" robin looked at him with a competely surprised look on her face. "steve harrington, are you thinking about fucking m/n?" before he could answer, the bell on the door rang.

"speak of the devil" m/n walked in with a bag in his hand. "awww, are you gossiping about me steve?" m/n stood there, grinning. "i'm taking 30, robin" steve quickly dragged him to his car. they leaned against the car after throwing the bag aside. "stevie, can we do that thing again?" he whined as he began to play with steve's collar

"what thing, m/n?" he questioned as he grabbed the other man's waist. m/n bit his lip as he wrapped his arms around steve's neck. "the thing were its me and you and i'm grinding against you with your tounge down my throat" he grinned against steve's lips before kissing him.

they've kissed multiple times before but this felt different. more loving. they pulled back at the same time and got into the backseat of m/n's car. "can we try something different, baby?" 'baby' isn't something that you call a friend. but that's the last thing on steve's mind. he just wants m/n spread out in his bed.

steve rubs m/n's waist as he softly grinds against him. "what did you want to try, stevie?" he questioned the other man with a grin and a few kisses on the neck. the nickname made something in steve's stomach turn. he needed m/n so bad. "i want to take you back to my place after work, touch you, eat you out, fuck you"

m/n paused what he was doing to pull back and look into his eyes. it was almost as if steve came to the sudden realization that he said that. "i'm sorry, i made it awkwa-" he was almost instantly cut off with a kiss. "my place" with a smile, he opened the door and let steve out.

as soon as m/n pulled off, steve stood infront of the video store. he breathed in before he pushed the door open and was greeted by a staring robin. "so?" "so what, rob?" steve walled behind the counter and leaned against it. "so what happened?"

"i'm going to fuck m/n l/n"

[dragon-chica]

Diner Talks - Teen Wolf Preference

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Idea and inspiration from my ever beloved @adarkroomandawallflower 🖤(Of course Theo's is longest...)

Following the ever-present supernatural happenings in your lives, it became a small tradition between you to, when all is said and done with the latest crisis of Beacon Hills, go down to the diner at the edge of town and unwind. A sigh of relief and good enough food that never changes, and just talk.

They're open 24/7, and you've learned you can say anything without the cook or single waitress giving a damn, from school problems to supernaturals, neither had bat an eye or paid you any mind. They have their own nights to get through, something you've really grown to appreciate and respect, they've never ratted on anything that might have past their ears.

Scott McCall: It was late when everyone called it case-closed and dispersed back to their homes after the last big bad was run out of Beacon Hills, Scott was giving you a ride home on his motorcycle when it started to pour.

Instead of going to the other side of town in blinding rain that may not have been natural, he ducked towards the only lit up building, a neon sign with an awning he could tuck his bike under, and you shared milkshakes and fries, chatting happily in the warm light and ignoring the strange figure standing across the lot.

Stiles Stilinski: The town was once again saved, everyone you loved was more or less in once piece and you were almost asleep in the passenger seat until Stiles' steady tapping a rhythm on his steering wheel changed into a sharp turn into the entrance to a diner woke you wondering if something was wrong.

He let out a whoop and fist pumped pulling into the empty row in front and you took in the place, flickering neon sign you've never paid attention to before as he was already at your door opening it for you.

He remembers when he was little and his dad would take him to eat here after a long case was finally finished, they would both get a greasy burger and greasier fries and Noah would humor some of his questions about work while urging him to eat instead.

They hadn't done this in years, not really. But now you sit across from him in the booth with greasy food served by the same cigarette smokey waitress and talk about your own cases and a little nostalgia always gets him.

Allison Argent: You first took her to eat at the diner not long after she had moved to Beacon Hills, she was unsure if the place was even there as you drove to the very edge of town. And it was completely deserted without being that late, but she followed you in, she's the new one here afterall.

When she learned about werewolves and hunters and everything else she had to tell you as soon as possible and told you to meet her at the diner immediately. She had your order waiting when you got there and was barely holding it in while you slid in across from her before spilling everything she knew and just found out before realizing, you already know about this.

Now anytime there's something new or big to discuss you end up back at the diner, talking a little too loud for such a topic pouring over new knowledge and old texts together.

Theo Raeken: It had been a long day. Both you and Theo (and hell, half the pack) were roughed up and exhausted, nearly dying before the latest big shot was run out of town, and you were starving.

And you voiced as much to Theo, who was about to say there's not much he can do about that at two in the morning, before spotting the only damn place lit up at this hour. He pulled in and huffed a laugh that yeah, it was really open.

He puts his jacket over your shoulders before you slide into the booth and takes the spot across from you, watching your gaze hungrily scan the menu and just adding "same here" once you order.

It's a sigh of relief while you lean back and wait for your food, giving him a crooked little smile while your foot bumps his leg. There's an ache from his wounds still and a scuff of dirt on your face and he wants to get you back in his truck and drive. Away from Beacon Hills and all its' trials, from the memories of hell and the pack he swears he doesn't care for.

It's tradition now, to come to eat at the diner on the edge of town, no matter how late, always lit and empty, as if waiting for you both. You take the same booth and Theo always takes whatever you order too, and he says how you can leave together. Leave everything in this town behind and it'd be okay, but you notice how less serious he sounds about it now. As he comes to accept his fate of caring about the pack and becoming attached to this town, a passing comment of the night before lacing his fingers with yours and heading home instead of a wistful glance to his truck and pleading tone.

Lydia Martin: The only one who starts this out as a normal date. Despite her expensive tastes and higher class lifestyle, she took you out to the 'cute little diner' for a tame date one night when you seemed like you needed a little time to just get away.

Though she usually would've just booked you both a spa day, she knows you well enough that you'd enjoy this little place. Rolling her eyes when you look so surprised that this is where she took you.

Unsuspectedly enjoyed the meal and just getting to talk with you here that it became your go-to whenever things became a bit much, especially after the supernatural aspect took over your lives.

Isaac Lahey: You would take him here when you were able to sneak him out after his dad had been in especially fine form. A quiet place where no one would ask or bat an eye, despite how worried he was at first.

Just a place far away from everything and a hot meal and too-large milkshake to share, always getting one with two straws because you knew he loved that in cheesy movies.

And after he became a werewolf and everyone was so busy you realized how long it'd been since you went to the diner, especially since there was nothing to stop you anymore. Now you go after every pack problem, and despite the higher stakes he's much more lighthearted on these late nights.

[seehisbriefs]

Ryan Agrees with Cousin

bursts out laughing Oh my god, are you serious? Your cousin is putting you back in diapers because you had too many pee stains in your tighty whities? wipes tear from eye And your parents actually agreed to it? shakes head in disbelief Wow, sport... just when I thought your situation couldn't get any more humiliating! grins

I mean, think about what this says about you as a person, kiddo. smirks You're supposed to be a grown man in college, but you can't even keep your underwear dry like a big boy! tuts disapprovingly And instead of being ashamed of your childish accidents and vowing to do better, you just keep wetting yourself like a helpless baby. chuckles No wonder your cousin thinks you need to be put back in diapers - you've basically proven that you're too immature and incompetent to handle the responsibility of normal undies! laughs

And the fact that your parents are going along with it? whistles That just shows how little faith they have in you ever growing up, sport. grins They've probably been waiting for an opportunity like this to come along - a chance to finally admit that their son is nothing more than a pathetic man-baby who needs to be kept in thick, crinkly padding. winks And now that your cousin has given them the perfect excuse? chuckles They're jumping at the chance to strip you of your last shred of dignity and stick you back in diapers where you belong! laughs

But you know what the real kicker is, champ? leans in close The fact that you actually tried to protest and say you don't need diapers. smirks Like anyone is going to take the word of a pants-wetting toddler over that of a responsible adult! shakes head Your cousin and your parents have already made up their minds about what's best for you, kiddo. grins And if they say that you need to be diapered like the big baby you are? chuckles Then that's exactly what's going to happen, whether you like it or not. winks

So I hope you're ready to wave goodbye to your big boy briefs and hello to a life of thick, thirsty padding, sport. rubs hands together gleefully Because from now on, your cousin is going to be in charge of keeping your bottom nice and dry - and trust me, he's not going to take any chances with a helpless little pee-pants like you! laughs He'll probably have you double-diapered and locked into plastic pants 24/7, just to make sure you don't have any more embarrassing accidents. grins And if anyone asks why a college kid like you is waddling around with a bulging, crinkly butt? smirks He can just point to the pee stains on your tighty whities and tell them that you're too much of a baby to be trusted with normal underwear anymore. winks

Isn't that just the most wonderfully degrading fate you can imagine, champ? chuckles Being forced back into diapers by your own family, and having everyone know that you're nothing more than a pathetic bedwetter who can't control his own bladder... shakes head in amazement It's like the ultimate form of infantile humiliation - and you're lucky enough to be living it every single day! laughs heartily and pats back Oh, sport... I almost envy you for getting to experience such a delightfully shameful existence. winks and ruffles hair Almost. grins

[casualaruanienjoyer]

Hi there! 🙋🏾‍♀️ I've seen that you're taking promts for AOT, and if you don't mind I'd love to suggest something for Levihan:

Maybe Hange could get Levi some tea as a gift, and she gets a bit flustered when she gives it to him because she doesn't know much about tea, but he loves it because she picked the perfect flavour nonetheless, and he is touched by her gesture.

But those were just some ideas, basically I was just thinking of some Levihan and tea hehe - I leave the rest entirely up to you! 🤭

Have a great day! 🙌🏼

Hello Anon! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you'll like this!

Tea for Levi

It's been a few years since the war ended. Paradis was now known to be a hub for international trading, since it was decided that opening it to the world was the only way forward.

It took some time, but foreign businesses eventually ventured into Paradis, where they were offered venues and markets to operate. There were no more walls, so cities began to expand outwards and into the many plains surrounding what was formally known as wall Maria.

Today, there are many imported goods brought over from the handful of nations left in the world. Exotic fruits, interesting foods, new spices and animal products.

But Hange isn't looking for any of those. Today, she's searching for tea.

It just so happens that today was Levi's birthday, and despite having been close for a while now, Hange's perception of time was as awful as ever. She never seemed to remember important dates like this, including their own anniversary. But that's a story for another time.

"Tea is a safe choice, right?" She mutters to herself, marching down a busy road. She's determined to acquire a gift as soon as possible. It's already 5 pm, and stands will begin to close soon.

Getting Levi a gift was never easy, he never really wanted anything. His birthday stopped being meaningful to him a long time ago. Fighting for his life 24/7 certainly took away some of its importance.

But Hange wanted them to have a fresh start post rumbling. No more fighting, no more politics, and a lot of time off and relaxation. "Taking life easy" as she liked to say.

And little gifts and celebrations like this were also part of her plan for a new beginning. If only she hadn't forgotten about it.

"Right, that place should be just around-aha!" She steps into a tiny shop. There is only enough space for 2 people at a time as every other surface and floorspace is covered with shelves upon shelves of boxes of tea. It smells heavenly in here.

"What can I do for ya today?" A short, old man appears from behind the counter, greeting her.

"I'm looking for a gift, do you have anything special in today?"

"Special? For you? Miss, I believe you've already bought pretty much all the blends I sell!" He laughs.

Shit, Hange also forgot that she almost always got Levi tea for his birthday... and every other occasion where gift giving was customary.

She panics, but he continues. "Unless... you'd like to go for something like... this!" The man pulls out a small box and Hange has no other option but to go for it.

Will it be good enough though?

...

It's 7pm when Hange arrives back home. They've been living in a small cottage at the outskirts of what was once Shiganshina. Nowadays, it's just a small part of a bigger city. It's nice and quiet in this area as it's close to the edge of a forest.

She walks in quickly and almost runs into Levi's wheelchair. "A-h my bad!"

"Good evening to you too. Where have you been?" He asks, unfazed. He's already used to her clumsiness.

She takes off her coat and shoes, making herself comfortable. "Town" she replies shortly, at which Levi raises an eyebrow.

"Actually, I have something for you" she says nervously. There was no point in hiding this from him.

"Oh?" He looks curious, following her to the sofa. He pulls his chair close as Hange sits down, and they are now at eye level.

She reaches for the small box in her pocket. Hange had asked the shop keeper to wrap it nicely, so the box was covered in floral paper and tied with a small bow.

"Happy birthday, Levi!" She stretches her arm, revealing her gift. Hange's cheeks redden and she feels excited and anxious at the same time.

Levi's eyes widen. "It's today?"

"Yeah! Wait... you forgot?"

"I'm surprised that you thought I'd remember. But... thank you" he reaches for the box and carefully unwraps it. Hange's eye follows his every movement and Levi finds her excitement to be quite endearing.

"It's... tea? Chamomile?" There's a pause. Oh no. She knew such a simple flavour would be pretty underwhelming.

"Aahh- I knew you wouldn't like it. I'm s-"

"Thank you, Hange" he says, a small smile on his lips. "I always look forward to trying new blends together". He reaches out and pets her head. His movements are gentle, and his warm smile makes Hange go completely red.

She suddenly stands up and yanks the box out of his hand.

"I'LL GO MAKE SOME TEA"

💜This fic is now on Ao3

[spinningbagel]

This is a copy and paste from my yap session in the MB discord but yk, something something content something something feeding the fandom

So, the Homeless au is on the mind and I was thinking about how at some point Lá Resistance find him and essentially take him back in and he like...doesn't want to? They kinda drag him back to the base despite him not wanting to and it's less out of the kindness of their hearts and more wanting to watch him, study him even because at this point it's been so long that he should be so much further along in his mutation or hell, even completely mutated but he's *not* he's feral, barely able to speak English at this point because it's been *so long* he hasn't had a need to speak the entire time he's been alone and coupled with the mutation he's just forgotten a lot of it. He can't communicate outside of broken words and noises. He's spent more time with mutants than humans as of late.

Also, I don't think they'd do anything to prevent his mutation, likely deeming him too far gone to do anything about it, they'd just wait for the inevitable and lock him up with the rest of the colossuses when he did fully turn. They don't treat him as a person, he's just a mutant with a little more freedom than the others. Sure he can roam around the base but he's watched constantly when outside anywhere but his given room and the bathroom, they don't trust him to be on his own, especially around the weapons or even the other colossuses. He has free roam but that doesn't mean they trust him, especially in the state he's in at this point in time. To them, he's dangerous, unstable, something that needs to be monitored almost 24/7.

And again, Sheriff doesn't *want* to be here, he's not here at his own choice, he wasn't given a say. He was just whisked away back to the base. He doesn't want to be here, he'd gotten so used to the space and the solitude the city offered outside of the mutants inhabiting it that now he's back at the base, surrounded by people constantly it's overwhelming, there are very few moments when he's completely on his own now, he's not used to people anymore and at this point he'd prefer to go back to being alone, if it meant that he wasn't being watched and studied constantly. The other colossuses are here though, so that's one thing. They've been through what he's going through, they're *like him* even if their memories of their lives before the apocalypse is foggy and they have no recollection of their personal experiences with their mutation, it's comforting to at least know they're there and have gone through the same thing. (Dr. White is there too but he scares him (the Dr. has done nothing but treat him kindly but his mutant brain™️ doesn't trust him at all)). But he's not even allowed to talk to them! Something stupid about exchanging information, he's in no state to be playing messenger but the thought alone is enough for everyone to make sure he didn't get the chance to talk to them at all.

He avoids them, as much as he can do which, means he spends a lot of time in his room, they'd cleared it of everything in it that made it *his* so it was bland and admittedly a really sad sight to behold but it's better than being watched like he isn't even human (is he human at this point?). He prefers it this way, even if he can't roam freely it's better than being monitored, *studied* by Lá Resistance. He misses that, being able to just roam outside freely, not having to worry about people or saving the world or debt of any kind. It's odd, he thought he'd like this better, he spent so long being upset that his friends abandoned him, spent so many nights wishing they'd take him back but now, now that he's been alone for so long where his only source of company is a bunch of mutants that essentially adopted him he just...wants to leave, he missed it, the freedom from people and the company of the mutants. When they assumed you to be one of their own, they were quite nice. He misses them, weirdly enough, he'd consider them family. (He absolutely didn't almost pass away the day they approached him)

Yuh

Some art for your troubles

[artofhazbinhotel]

Staticmoth argument scenario as usual because they're in love but awful people

Vox had been staying out at night to work on a new project pulling all nighters for at least a week now and he was exhausted, he thought he knew a way to cheer himself up and finally get some sleep: Valentino. He actually came home tonight and Valentino was watching his latest work on TV as he often does, he's very proud of his work despite Velvette and Vox not wanting to see it in the living room 24/7, or ever. When the moth demon heard the door he peeked over the couch with an antenna twitch to see who, hoping it was finally Vox, it was. It was a late hour but Valentino doesn't usually sleep at night from being nocturnal, he'll sleep on occasion if it's after sex or forcing Vox to sleep by making a makeshift wing straightjacket. Vox flopped onto the couch beside Valentino, laying on his back across his long legs, "You would not believe the day I had" small talk seemed to be a good way to go about this he figured, he would never just straight out ask 'want to have sex?' that's Val's job. Valentino cupped his face with a hand while another laid across his chest "My poor baby, it's a shame you do it to yourself"

Vox rolled his eyes ignoring the comment before continuing "I missed you" Valentino couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at this, of course he missed Vox, he was pissed off at him for neglecting him so long, past the point of trying to seduce him for attention, that's how pissed he was. "Yeah?" He doesn't deserve to hear it in return he decides, bitter. The media demon didn't expect to hear it back anyway but it still kind of stung, finally he sits up despite how comfy that position was, he always found Valentino's lap a nice comforting pillow. "You deserve attention even if you didn't miss me, is there anything I can do for you baby?" The TV host was really hoping sweet talk would get his 'business partner' out of this mood he seemed to have right now, sometimes it does, it's 50/50.

"You mean what I can do for you? You're not the top here" he stated matter of fact, causing Vox to blush a little in embarrassment and gesture dramatically "I would be more often if you'd let me! I could do that for you if you want? Think of it as an apology" Valentino could almost laugh at that, instead he pretends to ponder it "Hm.. No." Vox figured Val was just rejecting him wanting to be a top so he sighs , "Fine, okay, you can use me to feel good instead then, how's that sound?" He was almost certain the phrasing would make Valentino extremely interested, he's into that shit. But for whatever reason that shocked the overlord, Valentino rejected it all together "I don't want to have sex."

Vox's eyes widened a little, Valentino probably has never said that sentence before in his life "Oh- that's fine- Are you not feeling good or..? You don't smell like alcohol so I didn't think it was an issue to offer, you don't seem high either, or at least not past the normal amount" Valentino glared "You have such an ego you think I have to be sick not to want to fuck you?" Usually in their arguments they've both done something, but Val hasn't done anything wrong for once, Vox doesn't think he has either, right? He's starting to question it finally. "What? No, I was just checking-" he didn't like the way he stammered.

The much taller demon scooted away "You leave me alone for an entire week and the first thing you do when you're back is offer sex. What? You only want me when it's convenient? I bet this is just a stress relief, I'm not your fucking stress ball" Wait Valentino feels that way-? Vox was now panicking, it did cross his mind Valentino might be guilt tripping, but he felt guilty just for thinking that. "Val, no, I only offered because you like sex, I was busy, I didn't leave you alone on purpose, and you weren't alone, you had your workers, I didn't even think you would notice" that sounds indicative of a deeper issue. Valentino huffed, getting a little angrier, which was a little better than that calm tone since it's more familiar. "Of course I noticed, I noticed you didn't want me"

Vox decided to try physical comfort since he's awful with words, he leaned forward so his hand could reach his cheek. "I *never* don't want you, get that in your head, I said I missed you and I meant it." Valentino switches up so fast, because now he was lowering his antennas "really?" He still seemed a little skeptical but that's better. Vox nodded quickly and he leaned into his touch, he missed it. "Then show me you want me, I changed my mind" Vox felt a little awkward about this considering his heart rate when up with all that guilt but he assumed kissing Val would fix that so he did.

They proceeded to that for several hours, Vox was so exhausted by the end he passed out laying on Valentino's chest and neck fluff as a pillow. Thank God Valentino's wings cover or when Velvette walked by in the morning she would be more traumatized than usual considering they're still on the couch. As much as she wanted to bitch about the couch she also was glad Vox was finally sleeping so she left it be. When they finally woke up Vox lazily asked a "are you feeling better? Not mad?" Valentino reached around for his glasses because of the blinding windows but mumbled a "Better"

Vox was quiet for a minute, maybe Valentino would be too asleep to process "I'm sorry" it was a numble too, normally he'd just buy him something but it felt needed after that conversation yesterday. Valentino blinked a little, processing, before pushing Vox off of him to get up, unforgiving and cold despite the night "Then don't do it again."

[akookminsupporter]

Hey Rosie! Quite surprised that we had Jikook cooking and spending time together in Jimin's apartment shown in the docu. I knew the reason we have so many jikook moments the past years was bec they were always together, but this uptick in recent and upcoming (travel show) Jikook moments have been interesting.

Imagine the chaos that happened the past two to three years when people left and right have been shouting that they're not close/not spending anymore time together, that they're the only members not engaging on each other's social media posts, only to be proven for the thousandth time that, they're pretty much spending time together and that they're just not posting or broadcasting it.

Can you imagine how many Jikook hangouts we're not privy to?? Good for them. They're happy and inside their own bubble without an effing care about people trying to disprove their bond.

But God, imagine being together for the past decade, spending off-hours and rest days together, and still opting to enlist in the buddy system together, 24/7, for possibly 547 days? At this point, even I can't imagine how much they love being together to the point that they're so secure they won't get sick of each other's presence. I'm going to be so insufferable when their show comes out. I probably won't stop talking about it.

Hello, Anon! In your Ask, you mentioned several things that I'd like to comment on, so I'll go paragraph by paragraph if you don't mind.

I finished writing everything I had to say, and I realize it's quite lengthy, and the Ask is already long – I'm sorry!

Paragraph 1: This is interesting. I'm curious to know why this surprised you. If anything, it is consistent with everything we've seen from Jimin and Jungkook in this type of content. They spend a lot of time together, generating moments between them that don't involve other members or that other members don't have. As I mentioned in another Ask, I believe that's precisely why we can always count on various moments between them in official content. It's not that everything is scripted or fake; it's simply that their dynamic creates moments that can be captured. Regarding the increase in moments between them, it's not that unusual. When you spend so much time with another person, it's normal. They have confirmed this time and time again, in my opinion. As for the show/series/documentary they did, I do recognize that it surprised me that they did it, especially considering the timing. Regarding this, I can't say much because we don't have any information about it. We don't know what the focus of the show will be, if it has one, of course.

Paragraph 2: Something that many people don't seem to understand is that the day has 24 hours, and these men don't share absolutely everything that happens in their lives with us. Just because we don't see something doesn't mean it didn't happen. It also doesn't mean it happened, but it doesn't mean it didn't either. This is tied to all the recent or ongoing discord with the subgroup. But especially since last year; they've mocked endlessly that Jimin and Jungkook didn't spend time together, that they didn't talk, etc., but at the same time, Jimin and Jungkook let us know through comments in their own Wlives that they did see each other's Wlives. They almost always mentioned the other, or in Jungkook's case, he spent time watching Jimin's videos in his Vlives or listening to his songs. This argument also falls apart when we remember that Jimin and Jungkook applied together for a special system that would allow them to enlist together in the army. It's not a decision you make with someone you're not close to and with whom you don't have communication outside of work. This decision also involved constant communication between them to complete the application and all that it entailed. Pretending that Jimin and Jungkook made that decision overnight after not having contact with each other is absurd and ridiculous at best. Pretending that they made that decision without being close or having a close relationship is even more so, especially when they had other options. This argument has also crumbled many times when, after a while, Jimin and Jungkook tell us that they were together at a certain moment, that they did something together, or, as we saw in the documentary, they are recorded by the cameras. Not everyone has to believe that Jimin and Jungkook are a couple or that the possibility of them being one exists and is high, but to believe that they are not close, don't like spending time together, or don't get along is ridiculous.

Paragraphs 3 and 4: Jimin and Jungkook like spending time together. That's something that no one can really argue, although many obviously try to. That's why it was a bit surprising that they filmed a show/series/documentary together before enlisting. Before we knew about the buddy system, it made sense to us that they would decide to do something like this because they wouldn't be together for a long time. But after learning that they would spend that time together, many of us wondered why. Perhaps the simplest answer is that they wanted to do something together for us, and the company agreed because they know better than us that the two of them have very good chemistry, and anything they did together would be entertaining. But at the same time, it's not that simple because, despite sharing a lot with us, or so it seems, Jimin and Jungkook are quite reserved and private about their relationship or dynamics. And for that reason, it will be very interesting to see what they did together.

[saltygilmores]

Dance Marathon Episode (Aka Murder On the Dancefloor)-Part 7

I'm not looking forward to the next episode, Let The Games Begin. I only remember small fragments of it, andI know it's almost Literati Kickoff Time and I'm getting nervous. Stall, stall, stall! Oh hey look who it is.

Salty, in her best, nasally Adam Brody voice: One sandweech please. Thinking about @frazzledsoul's headcanon where Dave Rygalski and Max Medina cross paths in California and Max mows Dave down with his car. Dave was really living out Jess' dream. You know what else I keep thinking about the entire time I'm watching this episode? What times these events are taking place. Dave Rygalski is just wandering in fresh faced and bushy tailed at 5am on a Sunday morning to see Lane. He's soooo dreamy. You know what else I'm thinking about? How that bucket of egg salad has been sitting out unrefrigerated for 24 hours and Stars Hollow is about to experience a mass food poisoning the likes of which the town has never seen. No need to worry, On top of the IRS, Child Protective Services, and the Connecticut Labor Board, I'd already added the Connecticut Health Department to my speed dial.

Well isn't that cute. But Alas. Lord Amy giveth, and Lord Amy taketh away.

Dave. Ma'am. Dave: Uh, no, I heard a bunch of people talking about the sandwiches, so I thought I'd come in and try one.

Getting hit by a car would be much quicker and less painful than suffering a slow and agonozing death from e.coli but who am I to play God, I guess. Mrs Kim loads Dave up with sandwiches to bring home to his parents after they return from nearby "Bible Study" (at 5am). Since this is Stars Hollow and everyone is a naive rube, Mrs Kim doesn't question which church or why she doesn't already know these other churchy people in this small town or how it's possible they're outchurching her by waking up at 4am on a Sunday, and totally falls for it. You gotta give it to Dave, he's slick. I'm gonna start calling him Slick Dave. The final opportunity for Lane to at least fake interest in Jess to piss off her mother has just sailed past. Womp womp.

6 minutes left in the episode, ya'll. Buckle in. *heavy, resigned sigh* Rory's about to act like such a salty little b that she's going to... force me to defend Dean. A Salty's gotta do, what a Salty's gotta do…

That's what Dean's parents said about him after his birth.

Shane with the thousand yard stare like her corpse.

Rory Freaking Gilmore! Enough!

I've had it with you.

I'm bored. Okuh. *tonsil hockey* Look, everyone, look at those two kids and how every time you see them they're always sticking their tongues down each other's throats and not talking This is relationship goals, honestly. Rory knows it. This is why she has sand in her panties.

If you've ever wondered whether this actress, Jessica Kiper, knows what a sweet gig it was to get paid to make out with Milo Ventimiglia and say a few lines...she knows. She knows she lived our dream. She has bought it up unprompted many times on social media. You can rub it in our faces, we don't mind. We love you, Queen.

I mean, they've tried. So are you offering? Can they go back to your house and do it in your bed? You're certainly not using it for anything other than sleeping.

They've been there, done that, also in a closet, in the backseat of a car, on the school football field, under the bleachers, in a bathroom...

It was not a telephone pole, it was a tree. You were there, Rory. You were there.

The already dim light in Dean's eyes is fading away. He's thinking, yeah, what is the deal with girls who enjoy sex... I wouldn't know.

Shane wiping the saliva from her mouth is GOLDEN. And yes baby we are always talking about you. If you see me talking at any point in time it is probably about you. Shit, this will have to go into part 8. Bye!

[hoohoobeanie]

Might be a can of worms, but I do think since the mythical era shourtney have definitely been mindful to play themselves and their relationship (whatever you think it is) down. Probs to highlight new cast/new relationships which they are so right for! It makes me bummed sometimes tho because they ARE so amazing together!! the 1, 2, switch video with them and ianthony is so funny and both of them are so silly and giggly, especially court!! And they show time and time again that they are real friends who spend a significant amount of time together outside of work and I don’t think you’d pick up on that if you were just a causal viewer.

All this to say, I don’t envy either of them !! Definitely the two members of the cast who have most felt the brunt of shippers ire and learned their lessons. But I’ll always love them as a duo 💞💞 mother (Shayne) and father (Courtney) of modern smosh if u ask me

i have big opinions about shourtney so probably this will be quite long

i agree that the shourtney content has definitely toned down since circa 2021 onwards? now if this has to do with their own personal relationship or to do with focusing on other cast too, im not sure.

however, i do believe that IF they are together irl (i dont want to state that they are for sure, bcos as much "evidence" as ive seen, i dont want to say theyre together until they confirm it themselves) anyway, if they ARE together, the decline of shourt being milked for content would make sense. they've both said theyre private people, and they likely wouldn't want their actual personal relationship to be used as content 24/7

now as for my personal opinions on shourt, i will say again that if they weren't so actively forced down our throats in 2018/19/20, they would a much more tolerable ship. so many fans, casual viewers or not, were overly shippy and downright invasive with them.

i used to be a bit more against the ship, because i saw it as kind of boring and just like "oh lets stick the two blonde conventionally attractive white man and woman together" and in 2019 when i got into the fandom, almost every comment, video and thumbnail was prominently shourt based.

as time has gone on and the ship has been put on a back burner in content, ive actually grown to enjoy it. you can really see how much they care for each other, romantically or not, and they truly have been there for each other for so many years now.

tldr: nowadays, to me Shourt is an A class dynamic, ruined by an abundance of comments over them and smosh themselves milking their dynamic for content

[skylarbee]

Over the years I have seen many fandoms and fans of all kinds, but yes, in fact lately the AM fandom is really becoming something unmanageable for anyone even for those who perhaps follow the band for the music without wanting to know anything about the gossip. I think this is also partly the fault of Tiktok which has led many young people to want to follow the band and therefore to become attached to certain characters without knowing what they have done in the past, they want to throw shit at people they didn't know until two years ago like Miles for example and blaming him for everything is saying disgusting things towards him that really, just reading it brings tears to my eyes. I don't know what will happen as soon as the tour ends, I hope things calm down even if it's hard for me given Amanda and Matt's attitude in the last few days

yes to all of this! the only times that i've searched for gossip were when i already heard a lot of rumours against my will and i wanted to see if they were true (other people should do this too instead of immediately believing/disbelieving something they've read on the internet...). other than that, the moment i open any social media, it's all there without me having to press a single button, and i'm sure that lots of other people have it the same way.

i do think too that tiktok might have something to do with it. i wasn't this deep in the fandom until only like three years ago, so i don't know what the situation was with younger fans before that. i also said a lot of stupid shit on the internet when i was really young, so i can't expect much from the young fans, especially the ones who have no idea about how problematic LV is and love her to bits. the extremely sad thing is that i've seen SO many people who do know a thing or two, and they still think that she's done nothing wrong (like ppl saying that she's a 'queen' for being the one alex cheated with, that she should be proud of it and brag about it, or the ones that congratulate her and say that they would've done even worse things just to get in alex's pants - just some vomit-inducing stuff)

the thing with miles makes me the saddest, i feel you anon. there are loads of people out there who spread false information and call him things that he's not - but what's even worse than this is there are people who have no idea about these things, and still hate on him and make fun of him for absolutely no reason. like he said, we have to accept the fact that this is the way it always will be; i can't even get mad anymore when interviewers constantly bring up alex/tlsp when talking to him. i don't think it will ever change. let's all learn from LV and do the opposite of what she does - when we see people talking shit, we should just click that block/mute button and go about our day without paying attention to it and posting on our stories about it (if i were to sit down and argue with every person on twitter who says something bad about him, i'd do that 24/7). miles' fans are the sweetest people out there (like artist like fan) and we should focus on not ruining the pure and good vibes that miles transmits to us via his IG (reason why i don't tag these posts with his name). if he can take some minutes out of his life (almost) every day to post cute things for us, we should also send him back positive things - out of tens of fake people in am's circle, he continues to be the only genuine, honest, and pure-hearted person - let's not take it for granted.

i imagine that after the tour ends all we'll have will be L&A's stories, specifically LV's stories where she'll position her phone so that we'll be able to see alex's elbow and lose our minds over it; and similar shenanigans. i am not looking forward to it. this community will be rotten for as long as those two will be present in the boys' lives (i wish it wouldn't be true, but everything has been going downhill since 2018/2019)

[stephen-barry]

I was never confident. I said so multiple times.

Here's why...

1. An unpunished coup is a training exercise. They learned from it. They knew exactly who to target. The f.b.i. warned 15 yrs ago that extremist groups were infiltrating our gov on both a local and federal lvl. This has been in the works for a very long time. We grew complacent and did not listen. Huge mistake.

2. He already had the supreme court. Its already ethically corrupt.

3. He catered to the wealthy. As soon as he lost they raised prices. It wasn't accidental. They knew what they were doing. Inflation was pounded daily by the media. If you hit already struggling middle class in their pocketbook it's going to matter. It was deliberate.

4. Studies show that of you tell ppl something enough, no matter how bizarre. , they believe it. They defend it. Not only is social media just a steady stream of misinformation ,but they put together a carefully handpicked group of far right extremists. Matt Walsh, joe Rogan, Candace owens and more. Go to these Podcasts. Theor job was simple. Their job was not to make him great, it's to make their opponent bad. You won't hear them talk about Trump at all. They are there to point out every mistake she made. Every gaffe. They are there to fearmonger, And they are good at it. They have millions of followers who believe them wholeheartedly. They go unchecked. Dems have noone combatting that. They catered to men and fed their egos. Women are bad. Femiminism is a threat etc. 24 hrs a day.

7 days a week.

8.There is no question they overwhelmingly control the media. The bias in reporting can not be denied. All balance is lost. The media can no longer be trusted , by either side. Ppl have no idea what truth is anymore.

9. The religious factor. They told ppl everyday he was some kind of messiah. Again. If ypu tell ppl things enough they start to believe it , no matter how bizarre. So now you've got the courts, the media, and the churches. That's a wrap.

10. Democrats are all about the high road. You can't bring a knife to a gun fight. Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty. It just wasn't there. You can't beat fascism with chocolates and roses.

10. She is a woman and men are NEVER going to let that happen.

11.citizens united . This takeover started the moment citizens united passed. Those who sold us out got very rich doing it. This is the oldest richest Congress in history. Money talks. We've been on oligarchy for a while now. 11 companies control almost everything you buy. They dont care about you. They care about money. They've been buying the votes of our gov for a long time. They're not letting go of that power.

At the end of the day, social media is the big winner. Its just too much misinformation, Too little education. Ppl have lost all sense of truth. They can no longer tell what is true and what is a lie. Its weaponized multiple platforms of misinformation pumped into society 7 days a week 24 hours a day, poisoning ppls minds . A country can not stand without a foundation of truth.

All we can do is hope for the best. Its done. Hope for the house , but i wouldn't hold my breath for a supermajority that's going to stop anything . we have noone to blame but ourselves. I'm out for a while. I need a break.