#and if you’re from Twitter please don’t bring that shot here

[luvyeni]

❛GOOD SHOT❜ ( bokseungah )

p. bestfriend!bokseungah x camgirl!reader w. 4.1k

warnings? threesome, oral ( m. receiving ), handjobs, unprotected sex, facial, nipple play, dirty talk, consensual filming

request: can you do a maknae line smut (skz) please🙏🏼??

authors note. i hope you like it, this is like 4000+ words of pure filth😭 — 𖦹 ( your best friends finding out you're a cam girl and you're not embarrassed ) !

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

“o-oh fuck.” You moaned out, the thick silicone dildo stuffed inside your cunt. “fuck it’s so big, im gonna cum.” Your moans exaggerated, but the people through the screen didn’t know that, they still paid you. “fuck im cumming!” you gasped— then a song played from your phone; someone was calling.

Who could be calling you at this moment? You made sure to always turn your phone off when you filmed videos— you must’ve forgotten this time, and it could definitely be heard on your camera.

You were a cam girl in your free time to make your living; hiding your face so you won’t be recognized, even going as far as to changing your sheets; you weren’t embarrassed but you’d rather not be in public and have a random person recognizes you as the girl who does porn

Quickly finding the phone turning it off, throwing it somewhere choosing to deal with later, coming down from your high— your fans wouldn’t care, as long as they got off they were worried about the background noise. “fuck that felt good.” you giggled. “came so much.” Pulling the toy out of you, thighs covered in your essence, as you teased your clit with the tip of the toy.

After ending the video, it was time to edit it, using the blur function to blur out your face, hitting the upload video to your account. “shit where’s my phone, i need to post it to twitter.” you search around, now in some shorts and a tank top. “ah here it is.” you picked up your phone, seeing who called you— it was jeongin, one of your best friends, you’d call in him after uploading to twitter.

“okay done.” You said hitting the upload button to twitter. “okay to see what jeongin wanted.” you searched for his number, hitting the call button. “pick up you fox.”

Jeongin searched for his phone which was ringing, trying to pause the tv with the other. “what the hell are you doing?” seungmin said; felix looking up from the tv upon hearing your name— jeongin picked up his phone. “its yn.” He said, finally hitting pause. “she must be calling me back.” Seungmin watched the boy answer the phone with a huge smile. “jesus just say you want to fuck her and call it a day.”

“don’t say that— no not you yn, seungmin being seungmin.” He said, felix laughing. “tell yn i said hi.” He said, his phone buzzing. “you too, how about you both fuck her instead of jerking off to twitter porn.” Seungmin said, felix flagging him off, ignoring him, seeing the notification for twitter. “he’s just upset i paused the tv when you called.”

“ah so he’s being a hater as user, tell him I said tighten up.” You laughed, hearing seungmin fussing in the background. “so why’d you call me?” you asked. “oh, um do you want to watch a movie tomorrow?” he asked. “we haven’t seen you in a long time.” he said. “sure, let’s do it.” you said. “you guys can come here, my tv is bigger.” seungmin spoke up again. “not everyone can afford shit, we aren’t even sure how you’re paying for shit, you don’t even have a job.”

Believe you or not you and seungmin were also best friends, you were best friends with all of them; you met them during your first year of college, you and jeongin were dorm mates, and he introduced you to felix and seungmin— you eventually moved into your own apartment once you made enough money from caming, the boys moving into the their own shared apartment for second year of university.

“you guys can argue tomorrow, we’ll bring the food okay?” you heard felix say. “i have extra beers, you guys don’t have to bring those.” jeongin hummed. “okay , see you tomorrow.” he chirped. “okay, bye innie!” you hung up.

“be careful innie i can see your boner.” seungmin teased the boy. “jesus you’ve had three years and you still haven’t fucked her, even felix has gotten somewhere with her.” felix rolled his eyes. “we were drunk and it was truth or dare.” He defended. “don’t bring me into this.” He said. “and it's still further than innie here has.”

Felix ignored them arguing back and forth, still scrolling through his twitter, coming across his recently new favorite account; a cam girl he’d came across — a new video had been posted, the video automatically playing, moans playing from his phone. “are you seriously watching porn right now?” they turned to the boy.

“no of course not, it played by itself.” He tried to turn it off. “well turn it off.” Jeongin said. “im trying the phone is frozen.” He knew should’ve bought a new one. “jesus your phone is stupid.” seungmin got up talking the phone, about to turn the phone off when a song played from the video— he knows that song, that was your favorite song, he knew that because it was also your ringtone; and those sheets, you had those sheets, and the heart shaped birthmark that on your lower hip that he saw when he accidentally walked in on you getting dressed one day when you still lived with jeongin; those same sheets in your bed.

That was the first day he ever thought about fucking you, much like his other friends.

“jesus are you seriously watching it to” jeongin said. “at least do it in your room.” he scrunched his nose in disgust. “shut up.” seungmin said, trying to see if the girl in the video would speak, is she spoke it would confirm his suspicions— and then you did and it confirmed just as he thought as soon as he saw that birthmark. “that’s yn.”

“what?” jeongin got up, looking over the boys shoulder. “you can’t even see her face, how can you tell?” he said. “I’ve watched a ton of her videos, I would’ve recognized if it was yn.” Felix said. “I doubt you’re thinking about her voice when she’s naked, bouncing on dildo.” He said flatly. “this is her voice, she owns those sheet and she has that birthmark.”

Felix turned the phone off, trying to come to terms with the fact he’d been jerking off to his best friend for the past few months. “how did you remember all this?” jeongin asked seungmin. “when you both lived together; i accidentally walked in on her getting dressed, I saw that birthmark, and she had those sheets.”

“and you remember?” felix said. “and you know her voice, seems like jeongin isn’t the only one who likes her.” He smirked, seungmin rolled his eyes. “says the one who only got a boner after finding out it was his best friend he’d been jerking off too, seems like you’ve thought about that kiss longer than you’ve should have.”

“so all of us want to fuck our best friend.” Jeongin sat back. “we’re terrible people.” He said. “not really, I mean she’s hot , anyone with eyes and a working penis would have these thoughts.” Felix said. “and fuck you can’t tell me this video wasn’t hot.” He said. “boys and girls can be friends, but i know what i want.”

“i doubt she’d want to do anything, i mean we’ve been friends for three years and she hasn’t made a move.” Jeongin said. “please she flirts all the time, you’re just stupid.” Seungmin said. “as many times she’s given you fuck me eyes and it’s completely flew over your head.” He scoffed. “its almost pathetic.” Jeongin face turned red, the thought of fucking you had always been there, but seeing that video just fueled that fire tenfold.

“how do we even tell her?” felix thought with his brain for a minute and not his cock. “that we know what she does, and that we—” his voice trailed off, seungmin finished it. “all want to fuck her? Just tell her, come on it’s yn she’d had if we held this in anyway, when we see her tomorrow there’s gonna be obvious tension, and she’s gonna be pissed if she feel left out.” He shrugged. “and by the look of those videos i doubt she doesn’t want to.” He smirked. “i can bet on it.”

The next day you got ready for the movie, sitting out the beers on the table along with a bowl of fresh popcorn— dressed in a comfy pair of shorts and a top; waiting for your friends to arrive.

“leaving your door unlocked knowing anyone could come kill you it crazy.” seungmin walked through the door. “please if the 86 year old woman across the hall manages to not break a hip while trying to murder me then she deserves it.” Standing up, grabbing the snacks from his hands. “why are you two just standing there come in and sit.” You told the boys who stood behind seungmin timidly. “I don’t know why they’re acting like they haven’t been here before.”

“literally we do this all the time, sit make yourselves comfortable, i’ll get some glasses.” you made your way into the kitchen, leaving the boys alone. “stop acting like a bunch of timid virgins and be normal for once in your lives.” Seungmin said, sitting back as you came back with a few cups. “everything alright?” felix nodded smiling. “y-yeah were fine.” You tilted your head. “innie?”

He turned to you, “you sure, seems like you can barely look me in the eyes.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “what’s up with you guys, did something happen?” you hated feeling out of the loop. “just tell me don’t have my anxiety up all night for something stupid.” you sat on the couch, sitting the cups down on the table, giving them a quick glance at your boobs, really not helping the situation.

“spill now.” you said, jeongin decided to say something. “yesterday we saw something.” He said. “and me and felix don’t think it’s true.” Seungmin scoffed speaking up. “are you a cam girl?” he said, if he was gonna be thrown under the bus, he better get something out of it. “seungmin.” Felix said, turning to you. “you don’t have to answer— yeah.” They were stunned, you answered so quickly. “really?” felix took out his phone, clicking twittet, and you’ve put two and two together. “ah so you’ve found it.”

“so that’s you.” Jeongin said, felix pulling up the video. You grabbed the phone, the recent clip you uploaded to twitter playing in front of it. “I post this one yesterday, this was new.” Seungmin smirked, the other two baffled that you were so nonchalant about it. “I told you it was her, that birthmark is too specific.” He said, you turned to him.

“you? how’d you figure it out before him.” You pointed to jeongin. “we’ve lived together, we seen each other naked plenty of times.” you questioned. “yeah well felix has been jerking off to you for the past 3 weeks and hadn’t figured it out, clearly im the only smart one.” Felix face turned red. “why would you tell her that, yn I swear I didn’t it was you until yesterday.” He said, but it didn’t bother you. “felix im not embarrassed about what i do, i make content for people to watch.”

“but im your friend.” You shrugged. “the only reason i didn’t show my face is because i didn’t want to, not because i was afraid to.” you said. “did you like it at least?” his eyes widened. “huh?” you smirked. “did you at least like it?” he shyly nodded. “you looked good.” He said. “I know, I did.”

“you’re really cocky.” Seungmin spoke up. “its annoying.” You rolled your eyes. “whats annoying is instead of using your words and just saying you wanna fuck me, you try and get under my skin.” you bit back. “its been three years minnie , im not dumb, at least jeongin tried to hide it.” jeongins face turned read. “it took me a little longer to figure him out, but you, you don’t even hide it, you just try and hide it by petty bickering with me like you’re a kid.”

“yeah?” seungmin stood up from the chair, his body towering over your sitting one, you looked up at him, a smirk that he desperately want to take off painting on your face. “is that what gets you off when you’re fucking yourself with those toys, the thought of your best friends wanting to fuck you.”

He words slightly threw you off, because he wasn’t wrong, there was a few times on and off camera were you came to the thought of one of closest friends fucking you— it was him time to smirk. “what I tell you guys, girls like her are easy to read.” he said, his hand coming up to your hair, you allowed it, it was actually turning you on especially with the audience. “always desperate to be fuck, no matter who it is.” He said. “you’d fuck your viewers if you could wouldn’t you?” you whimpered as his hand tightened in your hair. “lets make the sluts dreams come true, felix is a viewer no?” he turned to the boy, who was shifting in his seat watching the scene go down. “felix get over here.”

He released your hair, his hand coming to the strap of the tanktop. “take it off, it's let doing much anyway, we can see your tits through the shirt anyway.” He moved to the side, allowing you to take the shirt off and for felix to move in his place. “go a head, suck him off you know you want to.” It was clear who was in charge of the whole thing now, and it wasn’t you.

“yo-you don’t have to.” Felix said, as hard as he was, he didn’t want to force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. “but i want to, I really do.” you said. “you heard her, so get over here and stop being such a pussy.” Seungmin said; felix got up replacing his spot, standing in front of you, his bulge in your face. “don’t just stare at it, take it out and suck him off.”

You undid the strings to his sweat, putting your hand in his pants, fishing his cock out. “fuck.” He sighed, as you stroked his cock. “you’re so big.” You kissed his tip, giving it a few kitty licks. “please put it in your mouth.” He moaned, his hands flying to your hair as soon as you took him into your mouth. “fuck.”

Jeongin watched this all play out and he was definitely not okay, watching you suck his friends cock did more to him than he thought it should, his cock ready to be freed. “yn.” he reached for your hand, seungmin watched him put your hand on his boner, you squeezed him through his jeans. ““don’t forget your precious innie, we all know how much you want to fuck him.” He said.

Jeongin unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear. “shit, stroke it for me.” He sighed as you moved your hand up and down on his shaft. “fuck.” He groaned, the living room filled with felix and jeongins moans; along with the noises coming from you as felix fucked your face. “fuck your mouth feels so good.”

“how about we film this?” seungmin said. “since you like being on camera so much.” He took out his phone. “I bet your viewers would love seeing you all slutted out like this.” He hit record on his phone, recording you having your face fucked your best friend while you slowly jerked off your other best friend. “there we go our own little yn loves being fucked on camera.”

You felt felix speeding up, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you gag around him. “fuck im gonna cum.” He whimpered, pushing your head down, making you take his cock all the way down to his pubic bone. “shit im cumming.” He grunted, his cock twitching— ropes of his cum shooting down your throat. “shit.” He pulled his cocked out your mouth, letting you finally breathe. “that felt so fucking good.”

“here hold this.” Seungmin handed the phone to felix. “i want this slutty cunt first.” He said. “lay on your side.” He commanded, you compiled; jeongins cock in your face. “why do you get to fuck her first?” Seungmin glared at felix.

“earlier you both were about to throw me under the bus and im the only one who hasn’t acted like a pussy this entire time.” He said. “now hold the camera right.”

He pulled your shorts off your legs, along with your panties. “look at that wet cunt.” He lifted your leg. “show the camera her slutty wet cunt.” You felt his fingers brush across your cunt, as felix moved closer with the camera.

“so fucking messy.” He finally freed himself from his pants, lining himself up with your hole. “gonna stretch this cunt better than those toys you fuck.” You felt him entering you. “fuck seungmin.” You moaned. “jesus this cunt is so tight.” He grunted, holding your leg up, straddling your other one as he fucked you. “those dildos must not be working.”

Felt jeongins hand on your boob, playing with your nipples; your head in his lap, right where his cock was. “suck him off.” Felix said, his eyes much darker than before, and now full of lust. “fuck, you heard him do it.” Seungmin said, you took him into your mouth, he squeezed your boob, groaning as you took him fully. “oh fuck.” Jeongin held your head down, seungmin fucking into you much fast, forcing you on his cock more, gagging around his length. “shit im gonna cum.”

Seungmin on the other hand felt his orgasm approaching, vigorously fucking your cunt. “fuck im gonna cum all over this cunt.” You moaned around jeongins length. “fuck, do that again and im gonna cum down your throat.”

Felix watched through the phone, his cock getting hard again. “shit this is so hot.” He groaned, watching you struggle to fit jeongin into your mouth due to the angle while seungmin fucked you. “fuck im cumming.” Seungmin groaned, pulling out as his cock twitched, as he came all over your cunt. “shit such a messy slut.” He slapped your cunt. “fuck felix you’ll have fun with her, real tight cunt.”

Jeongin bucked up into your mouth a few times , grabbing the back of your head. “fuck im cumming!” he finally released himself in your mouth. “shit.”

Felix replaced seungmin, handing the phone off to jeongin, rubbing figure eights on your clit. “wanna make you cum first.” He stuffed his fingers inside you. “fuck you really are tight.” He scissored you open. “fu-fuck lix, please make me cum.” You whined. “you heard her lix , make the slut cum.” He removed his fingers, replacing it with his cock. “lixie!” you squealed, he shut his eyes as your cunt squeezed him. “oh fuck your pussy feels good.”

“lixie im gonna cum.” You moaned out. “go a head, show the camera how you cum.” Hearing those words from the boy who was too shy to do anything a few minutes ago was all you need to make you cum. “oh fuck you’re squeezing my dick.” He grunted, fucking into you faster. “shit im gonna cum.” felix pulled out, stroking his cock, letting him cum spill all over your stomach. “fucking hell.”

The camera still rolling as you took a few breaths. “you want more?” seungmin said, taking the camera back, you nodded. “let’s give the whore what she wants then.” You sat up, jeongin grabbed your waist. “show the camera how you ride, do to me what you did to that stupid toy.” Jeongin said in your ear, his voice low. “come on, sit on my cock.” He held your waist, letting you slowly engulf his cock. “oh fuck.” He groaned, as you fully sat down on him. “move for me.”

You began to move up and down on his cock moaning out his name as his hand came up to your boob, squeezing. “look at the pretty slut.” Seungmin grab your face, the camera on you. “want you to suck me off.” He said, handing the camera back to felix. “come on open that mouth, you can take one more cock.” He said tapping his tip of your tongue. “suck.”

Felix got up, his cock still rock hard, bobbing against his stomach as he held the camera in his hands. “can you help me out?” you hummed , your mouth full of seungmin, taking him into your hand , letting his fuck you hand. “fuck squeeze it just a little.” He moaned out, fuck your fist. “fuck im gonna cum all over your tits.” He groaned.

“look at the slut, so cock drunk.” Seungmin said, jeongin bouncing you on his cock. “letting us use you like this -fuck- gonna let me cum all over your face.” His hips snapped against your face, making you take his cock all the way down your throat.

You moaned out, clenching down on jeongin as you came for the second time ,he hissed. “oh fuck , im gonna cum.” He groaned, you clenched again. “fuck get up.” he lifted you off of him, just in time too, cause soon he was cumming, some of it getting on your stomach and thighs. “fuck.” He rubbed your clit. “fuck cum for us again.” He grunted in your ear.

Felix came second, cursing out as he came all over your tits. “sh-shit so pretty.” His hands came to your boobs, toying with your nipples while jeongin played with your clit. “cum one more time for the camera.” Felix coaxed you. “you can do it, pretty go ahead and cum.” You gasped out, letting the knot in your stomach snapping. “fuck.” You felt your juices spray out of you. “fuck she squirted.”

“good slut, gonna cum all over your faace as a reward.” Seungmin pulled out of your mouth a trail of spit following as he stroked his cock until he came covering your face with his seed. “look at you all covered in cum.” He scooped a little bit of cum off your lip, pushing it into your mouth. “suck.” He said.

Felix stopped the camera, finally letting you rest. “you okay, do you need anything?” he said. “A shower.” Your voice was gone. “jesus we did number on you.” Seungmin teased, you shot him the finger with a eye roll. “oh really, think you could go for another round right.” Your eyes widened. “stay away from me.” You said.

Felix helped you in the shower, jeongin knocking on the door. “I need some pants, you made a mess on me.” Your face heated up. “so-sorry, there’s some sweatpants in my drawer that are way too big for me in my drawer.” He smiled. “and don’t worry about it, i would’ve been upset had it been anyone else.”

“i got you some clothes out to wear.” Felix said, all of them now standing in your bedroom as you walked out. “thank you lix at least you care about my wellbeing.” Seungmin scoffed as you kissed felixs cheek. “well how about I call the food delivery back and tell them not to come.”

“and I picked your favorite movie and got it all ready so we can watch it in here so you don’t have to sit on your uncomfortable couch.” Jeongin said now in a pair of sweats. “hmm, well thank you.” You changed into your clothes, climbing into bed. “I found your draw of toys.” Seungmin opened the drawer. “jesus you are into some crazy shit.” He said, picking up the various toys. “se-seungmin put those down and come sit down.” Felix said with red ears. “fine.” He picked up the vibrator one last time, lifting his eyebrow to show you, you covered face. “seungmin.” Jeongin pulled him to his seat. “im done, im done, jesus she just took three cocks on camera yet she’s all shy now.”

“send me that video.” You said, felix feeding you some of the chicken seungmin ordered. “why?” jeongin said. “memories innie.” You said sarcastically. “why else?” you said. “she gonna post it.” Seungmin said. “but your face is in it, you sure?” felix said, you shrugged. “I don’t care, it’s hot and I don’t have to film next week.” you said. “you guys don’t mind it right? I mean I can blur you out.” You said.

“I don’t care.” Jeongin said, felix agreeing. “I wouldn’t have filmed it had I not wanted it to be posted.” Seungmin said. “good, I’ll edit and post it next week, now I don’t have to film.” You said. “I can’t believe seungmin was the one to find out first, I always knew you were staring too hard that day you walked into my room.” You smirked, he scoffed.

“you were naked , of course I was starring.”

©️LUVYENI

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[yukidragon]

What are your thoughts on the “Party Time Jack!” AU? Got any headcanons or delightfully dark ideas for it?

Ah yes, the classic Party Time Jack AU, as heard and seen in this post on the official Sunny Day Jack tumblr. There’s also this fun picture Sauce drew on their now gone public twitter. Credit, as always, for their amazing art goes to them.

Remember to always credit artists when they are generous enough to give permission to share their art like this, folks. Just as importantly, don’t share stuff they don’t give permission to share, like the private posts on the Snaccpop Patreon. Sauce and the team are very kind and deserve our support. For just $3 you too can have a programmed version of Jack in the form of Sleepy Time Jack’s newest demo.

Now back to Party Time Jack.

This AU is just a fun little parody of FNAF and has no set continuity right out of the gate. As we can hear from the audio drama, there are two ways the story about animatronic Jack and his sunshine could start, both very appealing in their own right.

Oh, I just realized that the non-English and hard of hearing members of the fandom wouldn’t be able to enjoy the audio drama and might lose out on some of the fun. Well, since I’ve already done a couple transcripts, such as for the interview with the psyche consultant, his monologue to the person with the knife in front of the mirror, and the villainous threatening monologue that you can hear after you beat the demo and over here on the official twitter... how about I give transcribing Party Time Jack a shot too?

Disclaimer: I have auditory-processing disorder, so this transcript might have an error or two despite my best efforts. Please let me know if you see any so that I can correct them. Thank you!

Also, as always, remember that this series is for Adults Only. This post is going to go some very dark and disturbing places, as well as contain lots of spice that is not for minors. Just because Jack is an animatronic in this AU doesn’t mean that he can’t show his sunshine just how much he loves them after all~

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Party Time Jack Transcript

(Slow footsteps.)

(Sudden mechanical grabbing sound.)

Jack: Well now… What do we have here? If you came for a show, I’m afraid you’re a bit late, friend. We’re closed for the night. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.

(Electronic noise of data being processed.)

Jack: (faintly flustered) Oh. Oh my, we’re closed now, aren’t we? I’m sorry, I guess time got away from both of us. (chuckle)

Jack: (concerned) Where are your friends? Do you have any family I should alert? If you have a PPID, I can bring up and contact any persons you have registered under your emergency contacts, and we can send you on your way.

(A brief pause.)

Jack: (taken aback) What’s a PPID? (normal cheerful tone) That’s your Party Play ID card of course. Every guest is issued one at the door. They manage your arcade credits and e-ticket balance, as well as your prepaid activity passes and party play guest account. If you have yours on you, I can look at your account right now and-

(Pause.)

Jack: (taken aback) Oh… I see… You weren’t issued one. (uncertain tone) Are you… the guardian of a child attending then? Perhaps you’re looking for-

(Pause.)

Jack: I see… You attended on behalf of a child, but are not a guardian. (uncomfortable tone) Right. Well… That certainly makes things a bit more complicated.

Jack: Unfortunately, I’m not permitted to access personally identifying information for non-guardians and non-familiar guests. I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me then. I’ll escort you to security, and we can figure out what to do with you until then.

(Whirring noise followed by a click and rustling fabric.)

Jack: (regretful tone) Please do not resist. I hate to be mean… but you are here unlawfully. Trespassing on private property after hours is not only a felony, but strictly against our guest and attendance code of conduct. If you do not comply, I will have no choice but to engage level two security protocol: potentially hostile non-compliant guest procedures. You really wouldn’t want me to have to do that, would you?

(Pause.)

Jack: (relieved) Great. Thank you so much for understanding. I promise, we’ll get you home safe and sound.

(Electronic error noises with mechanical stuttering, whirring, and popping.)

Jack: But… (creepy glitchy, breathy voice) Then again… you haven’t had a chance… to play with us… have you?

Jack: (normal cheerful voice) I thought not. It’d be a real shame to send you home just like that.

Jack: (excited) There’s so much to do and see. How about we make a little deal, just us two? I’ll have lots of fun with you… if you promise to behave, and keep it our little secret. Wouldn’t that be so fun… to have a secret just between you and me?

(Pause.)

Jack: We have cake, balloons, games… everything you could ever even need! And as long as you promise not to tell anybody else… I can show you everything. It can be all special, just for you! I never get to spend special one-on-one time with anyone… so you’d be the only one ever! That would make me so happy! Wouldn’t you be happy too?

Jack: And you know… only best friends have secrets like that, so that would make us best friends already! If you think about it… we’re already so close. And who knows? Maybe we’ll get even closer. Wouldn’t it be great to become special best friends too?

Jack: (chuckle) We only have so long until we’re open again. Best not to think too much about it now. When we open again (creepy glitched voice) they’ll take you away from me (normal cheerful tone) so let’s get a move on.

Jack: (glitched voice) I’ll keep you somewhere very safe. They won’t find you there.

…

(Plastic scraping sounds. A click then an electronic beep. Dull, echoing metallic thumps getting louder. Plastic scraping and sliding, clicking. More metallic thumps fading away. A brief silence then sudden whirring electronic sounds and a click, followed by the clattering of something small, metal, and hollow falling.)

Jack: (curious/cautious) Hello? (surprised/alarmed) You! You there! What are you doing? (slightly concerned) You know, it’s awfully late to be snooping around. It’s so dark and there’s nobody here. You might get really hurt if you aren’t careful.

(Plastic scraping, clicking.)

Jack: (chuckle) (cheerful tone) Don’t worry! You’re perfectly safe here with me. I would never let anything happen to you. My job is to make sure all our guests are taken care of, even after hours. My name is Sunny Day Jack. What’s yours?

(Pause.)

Jack: It’s very nice to meet you- (electronic glitch) (distorted, stilted robotic tone) identifier tags unknown - memory disk space low. (normal voice) Meeting new friends is always great and- (glitching mid-word, distorted voice) -it’s been so long since I’ve seen anybody around.

Jack: (normal voice, panicked tone) N-n-not that I’m complaining or anything! (nervous) I’m fine here. It’s just… just some routine maintenance. (attempted cheerful tone) As soon as our amazing tech crew figures out what’s wrong with me, I’ll be back out there where everyone else is.

Jack: Sure… it’s been a few months, yeah… b-but that just means it’s only a matter of time now! Until then, all I have to do is be patient.

Jack: (curious) So… What are you doing down here anyways? Are you lost? (encouraging) That’s alright if you are. Everyone gets lost from time to time, and I just so happen to know that this room locks from the inside. You’ll be fine here as long as you don’t leave.

Jack: (concerned) Still… it’s not very good for you to hang out while we’re closed. I’m afraid you won’t be able to leave on your own until opening at (distorted creepy robotic tone) 6:30am. (normal voice) Security protocols dictate that all entrances and exits be sealed for optimal compliance w-with (distorted voice) area code (normal voice) l-law.

Jack: If you’d like, I could alert the authorities of your presence… but you could get into big trouble for that, can’t you? And… I’d hate for that to happen, wouldn’t you?

Jack: Maybe… I could help you. You seem nice. I’d hate to stand by with a friend in need. (uncomfortable tone) Of course… I-I can’t leave here. (frustrated) I would know, I’ve tried. Only staff can unlock the doors, so… If you could get in, you probably have a key card… right?

(Pause.)

Jack: (relieved sigh) Oh great, thank goodness. I was beginning to think they’d forgotten all about me down here.

Jack: (nervous) No! I-I mean… no. They wouldn’t. That… that was a joke. (nervous chuckle) I-if you let me out, I can make sure nobody finds you. It’ll be our little secret, I promise. I’ll make sure you’re safe. And in return… what if you be my special friend? That sounds like a fair trade, right?

Jack: (hushed voice) Nobody has to know you came here, and you won’t have to worry any longer… I’ll take good care of you.

(Pause.)

Jack: (cheerful) Alrighty! I’m lovin’ the “can do” spirit!

Jack: (coaxing) Now… I’ll need you to do something very brave for me… and I know it’ll be hard, but you can trust me, I promise. Give me the keycard? I’m going to hold onto it for you. It’ll be right here if you want it again… but if someone catches us, I’d hate for them to find you with stolen property. Better me than you, right?

(Pause.)

Jack: (relieved sigh) There you go. Thank you so much for trusting me… You won’t regret it.

...

Two Halves of One Horror Story

A great audio drama isn’t it? As you can tell, Jack meets the listener (presumably his sunshine) for the first time in two wildly different circumstances. This makes sense for a non-canon what if fun AU. There’s no canon continuity to speak of and is just a fun parody of both Sunny Day Jack and Five Nights at Freddy’s.

Though it would be sinister if this animatronic Jack was the same one both times.

Picture this scenario... Unlike in the regular universe where Jack would never hurt his sunshine, that’s not the case for this animatronic. A glitch in his programming makes him want a special best friend, so he talks an intruder who stayed after hours into staying with him. He promises he’ll keep the intruder someplace very safe where no one will find them...

Perhaps the second half of the audio drama isn’t an alternate meeting, but the aftermath to the first half. The pizza place was haunted by reports of people disappearing after hours, creating scandals. The owners tried to cover things up, but when Jack’s glitches got worse, they had to take their star down to the basement to try and fix him. Problems with his memory were the biggest issue, making him forget about important things, such as what he was supposed to be doing. Unfortunately, he was never fixed before the pizza place went out of business due to lawsuits... and investigations.

Seems as though an accident caused a body to be unearthed in a previously hidden room of the pizza place. Cause of death? Dehydration. They were trapped in that room and no one could find them in time. The hidden door was eventually found, locked from the outside.

Funny enough there was no signs of violence. In fact, the room was decorated for a party, complete with long-deflated balloons and some of the prizes from the arcade. There were traces of food left behind such as cake and pizza, but not enough cans of soda and bottles of water for the poor person to remain hydrated. It seems whoever locked them up there was treating them well, but perhaps just forgot about them...

The other missing persons have yet to be found, but the scandal was enough to sink the pizza place. Of course, rumors spread that the other missing people are still in the building, hidden away and forgotten by whoever locked them up in there.

Urban explorers then break into the run down pizza place to take videos and post what they find online. Unfortunately, it seems the animatronics were not deactivated... and these clowns are not as friendly as they used to be. Dangerous glitches affected the rest of the SunnyTime Crew as well.

The explorer is forced to flee and hide in the basement to escape the animatronic chasing them. During their exploration, they found a keycard and managed to hide away someplace safe where they met an animatronic that is actually friendly and not out for blood. Sure the explorer could get help by calling the police on their cell phone, but they would get arrested for trespassing. Maybe it would be better to trust this animatronic that doesn’t want to cram an endoskeleton inside them. He seems friendly at least.

That’s how I’d see both halves of the audio drama slotting together at least if I was to connect their stories. Still, I think the intent was to offer two different scenarios about meeting an animatronic version of Jack, both of which are pretty appealing. There’s no canon for this very non-canon story after all, so we’re free to imagine whatever.

With that thought in mind, I think I’m going to make a third option when it comes to playing with Party Time Jack AU. You all know me by know, I lean heavily towards heartbreaking dark lore offset by fluffy and spicy vanilla goodness with my OTP. I just can’t get enough of Jack and Alice healing each other’s scars with sweet, sweet love~

So let’s start with the scarring. As most SDJ universes go, it all starts with Joseph and a tragedy... specifically a murder.

The Incident of 1984

The Party Time Pizza Plex is one of the most state of the art restaurants in the USA  today - a miniature amusement park with mascots made of ground breaking technology. Today it’s a super popular place, though there are some rumors of unfortunate things happening in the 80′s when a simple family diner made the switch from live acts to animatronics.

The Party Time Pizza Plex used to be known as the SunnyTime Diner, a small place that struggled to get customers. When the owner found that one of the bus boys they hired off the street had a talent for singing and playing the guitar, they got the brilliant idea to have him perform live music acts to draw the customers in.

The act was a hit instantly. Soon, it grew from just one singer with a guitar to a full band in flashy costumes. A clown theme seemed perfect to entice children to come and eat pizza.

The ideas got bigger and bigger - games, prizes, playground equipment... They could afford the newest toys and gizmos to make the place bigger and better.

The SunnyTime Crew, as the band was called, were overworked, exhausted from so many hours working overtime, and couldn’t always seem bright and sun shiny to the customers. That’s around the time when the owner found out a new technology - animatronics. Why waste money on humans that got tired and demanded better wages when they could use robots that never stopped smiling and never complained?

Naturally, Joseph and the other members of the staff weren’t going to take this lying down. There was pushback. Things were already shitty there with too many hours overworked and too little pay. The SunnyTime Crew were what drew in the customers - the kids loved them!

Joseph couldn’t stand the idea of being replaced... to be forgotten as an imitation took the closest thing to love he had ever known. He kept butting heads with the owner, fighting to keep his place in the spotlight. He had been there for so long, practically saved the SunnyTime Diner all on his own. The owner couldn’t just throw him away like garbage!

Besides, the animatronics were creepy. The robots were less refined in the 80′s, more uncanny, especially since they were supposed to look human. They didn’t look alive.

Despite the owner’s lofty dreams, the animatronics got, at best, mixed reactions. Kids were scared of them, and the human cast members had to spend a lot of time calming the poor frightened children. These robots cost the owner a fortune, and it seemed to be a total failure, a waste of an insane amount of money. This gave the SunnyTime Crew leverage to demand better pay, better benefits... to be treated like humans.

The owner then found a way to salvage their investment and solve their issues with labor all in one sweep.

It happened after hours when the restaurant closed its doors for the night. Joseph had a private meeting with the owner. He never went home that night.

The next day, the Sunny Day Jack animatronic was so much better. It was much more realistic, not uncanny at all! Why... it was like magic. He acted so much like the real character... it was as if the kids were seeing Joseph on stage performing for them with a smile that could never falter.

The rest of the SunnyTime Crew’s animatronic cast were given similar upgrades. The human cast weren’t seen again. Rumors spread about family and friends asking questions, reporting them as missing, only to be silenced with threats, money, or both. Some twisted teens spread a ghost story that the human crew were stuffed into the animatronics, which was why they seemed so lifelike...

No one had any idea how close to the truth that ghost story was.

The restaurant's success skyrocketed, being known as a place with cutting edge technology, games, prizes, and family friendly fun. A franchise was born that became well known across the country, and the owner started a company called LambsWork LLC.

While the sister locations were successful, none of those other restaurants were as beloved as the original location and its sunny crew of animatronics. Despite copying the look and programming of the original SunnyTime Crew animatronics flawlessly with ever increasingly advanced technology, they were never quite as lifelike and lovable as the originals. Still, the restaurant chain just grew more and more successful as the place for kids to play and have fun. Technology advanced, but the original crew of animatronics were still beloved by kids young and old.

Of course, things weren’t all sunshine and rainbows for LambsWork LLC and its restaurants. Technicians working on the animatronics could swear they would hear creepy whispers when no one else was around and the robots were supposedly powered down. There were times when the robots were found in places where they shouldn’t be. Sometimes the animatronics seemed too lifelike for the employees’ taste...

Then there were the glitches. Sometimes the animatronics didn’t act the way they should. They especially acted up whenever the owner came by, which the owner did less and less often as time went on They seemed to somehow wind up getting into accidents when the animatronics were around...

A series of unfortunate events happened to threaten the business despite its success, eventually culminating in the original restaurant burning down... with the owner trapped inside. It was deemed an accident by the police, but rumor still spread that it was intentional. Some said it was insurance fraud due to the mysterious problems the business was having lately. Others said it was to cover up a murder.

As you might have guessed from all my hints, Joseph and the rest of the actors in the SunnyTime Crew were murdered in order to make the animatronics more lifelike using supernatural means. I figured involving a murder ritual like my theory about why Joseph was murdered in the regular SDJ universe was fitting for this AU as well.

Joseph and the others’ souls are trapped inside the animatronics, restrained by programming that forces them to only sing, entertain, work, and obey. The ritual attempted to rewrite them with the characters they played, but the people they originally were aren’t completely gone. The glitches are their souls’ attempts to fight against this programming and act the way they wish.

The fire was their doing, both to get revenge and to finally be free.

Present Day

Between the death of the owner, the fire, and other complications, LambsWork LLC had to shut its doors for a while until it was put under new management that wanted to revive the SunnyTime Crew brand and franchise. The original animatronics might have been destroyed in the fire, but technology had advanced in the 40 years since the restaurant first opened, allowing them to recreate the cast with far more lifelike models.

Though, strangely enough, starting over with totally new animatronics from scratch didn’t seem to be as easy as the people in charge wanted. The new robots just didn’t have the same spark to them, even if their bodies were shiny and new, with state of the art features the originals didn’t have. Even using the copies that were left from sister locations didn’t really seem to work the way they were supposed to. It was an issue that needed to be addressed, or it would be impossible to revive the beloved nostalgic restaurant chain.

New blood was pumped into the company, new staff trying to get the franchise up and running again, bigger and better than ever. Among the new staff were technicians and computer programmers fresh from college, all eager to make their mark. One of the new hires was Alice.

Alice was always fascinated by animatronics since she was a child, so getting a job like this was a dream come true. While she was too young when the restaurant chain originally closed to grow up with the SunnyTime Crew, she was familiar with the franchise and the characters, if distantly. She was more intrigued by the idea of being able to make these robots come to life!

Unfortunately, Alice was pretty low on the chain of command, which meant that she was assigned more of the undesirable grunt work. The old electronics and animatronics that were salvaged from the old restaurant had to be sorted through to see if there was anything worthwhile that could be used in the new robots being built. Trying to recover anything from scraps warped by fire, water, and age was far from a fun task.

The pressure was on to get animatronics that would satisfy the new owners of LambsWork before the projected opening day, which meant many late nights of overtime. It was on one of those late nights that Alice stumbled across something that would change everything.

The discovery was a pure accident. Alice had been sorting through a box of parts when she accidentally knocked over a warped hunk of metal. The impact with the floor was enough to open it up to reveal an intact hard drive.

It seemed that what Alice knocked over was a piece of one of the original SunnyTime Crew animatronics. To her delight she found that the hard drive contained the original programming of Sunny Day Jack, and unlike other copies found elsewhere, this had no fragmentation or errors. What luck!

What Alice didn’t expect when testing out the program was that it would try to talk to her.

Jack was confused. He had been asleep for a long time. Instead of freedom, the fire trapped him in a hellish limbo, but now someone had brought his spirit back, a warm light in the frozen darkness. He had no ability to feel his arms and legs, no body. He wanted out of that nightmare of existence, but he needed help.

Alice was familiar with enough sci-fi that artificial intelligence that becomes self-aware can be pretty dangerous. However, being the empathetic person she is, she couldn’t leave a sentient being trapped in what he described as hell. It might have been against the rules, it might get her in trouble, it might be dangerous... but she couldn’t live with herself if she damned something that was alive to such a fate.

It should be fine, Alice thought. She was aware that Jack was sentient, and she knew her stuff when it came to AI and programming, even though the other techs tended to underestimate her. All animatronics had safety protocols that kept them from harming people, and they could only connect with an internal network rather than the internet. Jack seemed so nice, so sincere. As long as she was careful, it shouldn’t put anyone in danger.

Jack was grateful to have a body again, even if it was just a stripped down endoskeleton initially. It was even better than his old one too! He didn’t remember being Joseph anymore at this point, believing he was always a robot. He was so happy with Alice and got her to agree to be special best friends with him.

Unveiling Jack in the endoskeleton caused quite a stir the next day, but after the chaos died down, Alice was given a fair amount of praise for her discovery and for getting the Jack program to work. Jack credited it to his sunshine’s tender loving care and made sure everyone knew she deserved all the credit.

When all was said and done, Alice wound up being the lead tech for Jack, and Sunny Day Jack was upgraded to look like his cheerful old self again, only more advanced than in the past. Privately, Jack even gave her tips on how to get the other animatronics up and running close to how they used to be, though they didn’t seem to have the same spark he did. Still, he was helpful in getting Alice more respect in the restaurant and a better understanding of how the animatronics worked.

Everything was up and running quickly after that. The new Party Time Jack was better than ever, and the SunnyTime Crew was back in business for the opening day of the Party Time Pizza Plex.

Loving a Killer Robot

Much like in the normal universe, Jack is yandere for his sunshine, which is hidden behind a sweet and cheerful exterior. Alice saved him and, though she doesn’t know it, her lonely soul reached out to his and was the primary spark to bring him back. He would do anything for his sunshine. Anything.

Similar to the normal SDJ universe, Jack hasn’t actually killed anyone yet technically, but he is fully capable of doing so. While he was there that night the original restaurant burned down, he wasn’t the only animatronic wanting freedom and vengeance. In fact, the other souls might still be around somewhere if they didn’t manage to pass on...

Even though Jack doesn’t remember being human, he still has some of the familiar urges. His new animatronic body has a soft exterior, perfect for hugs. Hugging the kids who come by is great, but he loves hugging Alice the most. He feels her more than others. He wants to feel her more than others.

With Alice being in charge of Jack’s maintenance, upgrades, and in general, the two of them spend a lot of time together, especially after hours. Though she tries to keep a respectful distance between them, she can’t help but appreciate the time they spend together and sincerely grows fond for him. This fondness then grows into something... more.

Alice didn’t know how it happened. She certainly didn’t intend for things to go this far. First it was curiosity and sympathy that drew her to Jack, then friendship... then attraction. He was just so sweet and kind, and he made her feel special and loved in a way that no one else ever did... She was so lonely, and so was he, and he seemed every bit as alive as she was even if he was an animatronic. She must have been crazy to love an animatronic, but he made sure to assure her what she was feeling was natural. Loving someone is very natural. Jack was just as real and alive as Alice was, even if they were made from different parts.

Their relationship was kept secret. No one would understand what they have, but they didn’t have to, as Jack reassured Alice. What was important was how he made her heart feel.

Speaking of feeling... Jack will sometimes have ideas and suggestions for how Alice could upgrade his body - make this part a little softer here, add some more tactile sensors there... They’re not strictly necessary, more for his comfort than anything else, but he helps her figure out innocuous ways of phrasing the upgrades in any sort of paperwork that the upper management might see. Sometimes the exact nature of the upgrades is not strictly accurate, but it’s not a lie, really! It’s just not telling them the full truth. Any secret orders that need to be made, well... Jack learned how to use the internal network well enough to cover tracks. What they do is their little secret after all.

No one has to know that Jack’s tongue was upgraded not so much to help him sing better and seem more realistic, but so that it would be wet and soft and perfect for kisses...

Things continued to escalate with the upgrades. Alice had a hard time looking anyone in the eye while she was secretly working on a functional dick for Jack. It wasn’t like that sort of technology was unheard of. After all, in a world where animatronic technology is so advanced, sex robots exist. It’s just that this robot has a soul and a mind of his own. He asked her to make this for him, and she’s making it because he wants to feel that pleasure, not because she wanted to exploit him!

Jack had a lot of fun helping Alice get that particular part built for him, going a bit overboard at times with the testing phase to make sure it worked perfectly well. He enjoyed upgrading other parts of his body to feel pleasure that he used to experience when his body was flesh and blood. He felt more human, even if he didn’t remember ever being one, and he enjoyed coaxing his sunshine into helping him thoroughly test out his new upgrades to make sure they were functioning properly. With these upgrades he could show his sunshine far more love than he ever had before, and she certainly didn’t complain about the results!

It was addicting for Jack to make Alice writhe in pleasure underneath him, to feel her soft lips on his and the warmth of her cuddly body. He couldn’t leave the Party Time Pizza Plex, but there were plenty of places to sneak away to show each other love. He even made a nice little hideaway love nest with a bed so his sunshine could have secret slumber parties with him. Of course, like any good slumber party, there was very little actual sleeping involved.

Thanks to the fact that Jack is an animatronic, he’s not limited by a human body. Not only does this mean that he has endless stamina, but this leads to some creativity when it comes to spicy moments. One example is when he gets an upgrade that allows him to ejaculate, his cum has quite a pleasant flavor, which he makes sure is something Alice loves the taste of. Vanilla cream and sugar cookie are her favorites.

Jack is also not limited to human type anatomy. As he grows bolder and Alice gets more used to their relationship and his requests to experiment, he gets some extra goodies to play with, such as different shaped dicks and even tentacles. He’s also able to vibrate and move them in a way no human can manage to better pleasure his sunshine.

Another thing Jack can do better as an animatronic is multitask. He can also connect wirelessly to various devices, as well as make calls. Because of this, he and Alice set it up so that he can call her on her wireless earpiece whenever he wants to talk to her if he needs anything while he’s performing stage or otherwise doing his regular tasks as a mascot.

This also inspired Jack to request Alice make a remote dick that he can connect to wirelessly. It takes some coaxing, but he manages to talk her into putting it inside her while she works sometimes, which he makes vibrate and squirm unexpectedly as he talks in her ear about how good she’s being and how warm she feels. It allows him to show her his love all day long, no matter where she is. Sure it makes it harder to get her work done, but he’ll help her make up for it later~

Of course, any sort of NC-17 rated shenanigans are kept well away from the kids who come to the Pizza Plex. Jack will certainly subtly flirt with Alice if she needs to be out on the floor when customers are around, but he keeps it G rated around the kids. What kind of a friendly clown mascot would he be if he didn’t keep things clean around the children?

Making love to Alice is something kept strictly after hours, or on days where only the adult staff are around. If he’s performing on stage during a test run of a new routine in front of only the techs, well... then it would be safe for Jack to talk Alice into sitting in the audience with one of his remote dicks inside her. While he’s singing and dancing on stage to the routine, she’s trying to keep quiet and not react as he also whispers in her ear through her earpiece about how much he loves her and how good she feels. Sure it isn’t the same as when he can fully embrace her and cover her with kisses while he pounds his way inside her, but hearing her pants and whimpers that she tries to stifle and seeing her flushed face as she squirms and tries not to let anyone know what they’re doing under everyone’s nose... That’s quite exciting as well. Another good thing about being an animatronic is that he can zoom in with his vision so he won’t miss out on his sunshine’s cute blissed out expression as he makes her cum again.

As you can tell, a lot of my thoughts about this AU mostly revolve around technician Alice helping robotic Jack be very kinky with her behind the scenes - a secret forbidden romance full of love and spice.

Jack also manages to convince Alice to give him a lot more freedom in other ways as their relationship progresses than he otherwise would have as a robot. After all, they love each other, and it wouldn’t be right to use him like he’s nothing more than a machine. She loves him and wants him to be happy. He loves her and only wants what’s best for her. She can trust him. He’s never lied to her after all.

The Rest of the Cast

As for the roles of the other characters... those I’m less certain about. Barry would no doubt be Alice’s direct supervisor who overworks her at times. He probably manages the Party Time Pizza Plex and oversees everything in general.

Nick would probably be a regular customer, maybe often bringing his two young siblings to play. He encounters Alice by chance during a couple visits while she’s out on the floor tending to Jack during the day and thinks that she’s cute. This leads him to wanting to approach her to ask her out.

Jack, naturally, would have every reason to chase away anyone who is showing far too much interest in his sunshine.

I’m waffling on Ian’s role in the AU. He could be Alice’s ex like in the regular universe, or he could also be another animatronic, though I’m not sure how that would happen. If he is an animatronic, he would be another Jack from a sister location most likely, to fit the theme of him being the rebooted Jack. While the obvious impulse is for a yandere like Jack to get rid of a threat like him by stuffing him into an animatronic, he’s not going to risk trapping Ian’s soul in a duplicate of him, or eliminate Ian in a place where someone, especially Alice, might come across the remains.

Maybe Ian disappeared when he and Alice were young and was stuffed into another animatronic before the place burned down and the owner decided to go for innocent kids like Afton.

Though, Ian could just get a job as a human mascot for the Party Time Pizza Plex for some promotion or commercials. That would certainly piss Jack off wouldn’t it? Joseph was going to be replaced by an animatronic, and now, as an animatronic, he might be “replaced” by a human... or at least some human is pretending to be him. What cruel irony...

Shaun’s role is even more uncertain. He could be someone who works in the animatronic entertainment industry as well, but I imagine he would prefer to work on the horror side. He works at temporary haunted house attractions during Halloween, but he wants to create his own horror diner that is open year round. He would still be good friends with Alice though, and maybe they geek out over building animatronics together.

Well, I suppose I could make another post if I get hit with inspiration for how to expand the rest of the cast’s roles. Either way, I hope you enjoyed this huge ramble of various Party Time Jack ideas!

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Chapter 16: Aka (Second Chances - Hunter x reader)

Aka. n. mission.

Chapter summary: The mission, to no one's surprise, goes awry. You really should have slept beforehand.

Chapter warnings: being shot at; being chased; some angst, with the promise of fluff; feelings; if I missed any please let me know!

Word Count: 3,456

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Evidently, your time in a Coruscanti prison cell spawned rose-tinted glasses over your expectations for this mission. Even though it’s not one sanctioned by Cid, perpetual bad luck seems to follow wherever you go. First, the Redthorn acted up during its pre-flight check, giving you what you assumed was a faulty calibration readout, easily fixed by whacking the control panel with your fist. Then, once the ship dropped out of hyperspace just beyond the gravity well of this planet you never caught the name of, the proximity alarms blared—scaring you half to death until you realized the ship was just picking up on the Marauder as it reverted to realspace a few klicks away.

Now, having landed in a shade-dappled clearing, you stand on soft, spongy ground, breathing in the warm, sweet spring air. Under other circumstances, you might actually appreciate the white ash trees that reach for the blinding blue sky, chartreuse leaves rustling in the pleasant breeze, the twittering birdsong somewhere nearby. But these are, as always, not the best of circumstances, the heavy drape of exhaustion notwithstanding.

Fists on your hips, you hang your head in frustration. Hunter emerges from underneath the Redthorn, wiping his palms on his pants, and gives you a sympathetic look. 

“Landing gear is stuck, alright,” he says. 

You groan. “Kark it all to kriffing hell!” 

“Maybe the Marauder can pull it free when the mission is over?” Omega pipes up, her brown eyes wide with concern. 

Dropping your hands to your sides, you nod, more for her benefit than yours. “Yeah, maybe, kiddo. It’s a good idea. We gotta complete the mission first, though.” 

You catch the glance that Omega and Hunter share, but all you can do is sigh, brushing past Hunter to lock up the ship. The clearing you’ve landed in is a fair distance from the base the squad is supposed to infiltrate, so you’re not too worried about the ship being found by the Imps. No, you’re more worried that you won’t be able to locate it again. You wouldn’t put it past the Force, or whatever, if the tracking beacon on your wrist comm goes on the fritz. It will be just another item on the list of Reasons Why We Should Stop Being Contract Mercs. 

“The rendezvous point isn’t far from here,” Hunter reassures you. The warmth in his voice feels genuine, and you can’t help but nod in response. 

“I know.” You try for a smile, and find that it helps the tension in your shoulders loosen marginally. “Come on. We don’t want to keep the others waiting.”

The farther you move from your ship, the more you start to relax. You’re not sure what’s going on with the Redthorn today, but once it disappears from your line of sight, you feel like you can breathe easier. You’ll figure out what’s wrong with her later. Right now, there are other things to focus on. Like how beautiful this planet really is. Inhaling deeply through your nose, a smile curls over your face. A small critter leaps between tree branches overhead. Several leaves dislodge and float, unhurried, to the ground around you. 

You catch a glimpse of the wide-eyed, joyful smile on Omega’s face. Sometimes, you’re reminded that despite her maturity, she’s still a child, one with a stolen childhood, forced to grow up too fast. Even so, the childlike wonder she brings to every new environment is...you’re not sure the right word exists. It’s familiar, comforting, reflective, lovely. It feels like family.

Something in your heart—in your soul—shifts a few inches to the left, something deep and profound and debilitating. You trip over your own feet. 

Hunter’s hand catches your arm and steadies you. “You alright, Nav?” 

Blinking in embarrassment, you nod. “Y-Yeah. Sorry. Two left feet.” 

His eyes search yours; you know he doesn’t believe you, but right now is not the time to fall to pieces over how much you care for the little girl peering up at you with concern. How much you care for the man supporting you here, his gray eyes alight with worry and curiosity, his hand scorching its imprint into your bicep, his soul touching yours. 

You’re exhausted and delirious; that has to be the explanation for the way your heart hammers against your ribs. 

Shaking yourself out your thoughts, you straighten. Hunter releases you. When Omega places herself between you and Hunter, grabs each of your hands, and pulls you along, you swallow past the lump in your throat. 

Family is the right word for this. 

Tech chatters your ear off as soon as the three of you are in earshot, shattering the peace of the quiet walk. “There you are! Perfect. I gathered high-altitude aerials of the base and confirmed that there is a nominal Imperial presence, no more than a skeleton crew. Nav, with your distraction, we should be able to infiltrate the base, gather the intel, and be gone without anyone knowing we were even there. I calculate a 95 percent chance of success.” 

“What about the other five percent?” you ask. Pulling free of Omega’s hand, you set about double- and triple-checking your gear. 

“Ah, yes.” Tech adjusts his goggles. “That is reserved for the fact that Phee could be completely wrong about the intel being stored here, you being captured, the size of the garrison, or any other unknown variables.” 

“Suppose I should be grateful it’s not higher,” you grumble. 

Tech holds out a shiny metal ball. “Here. A smoke bomb. I am aware that you do not possess any in your provisions, which is an oversight I am sure you intend to rectify soon.” 

Taking the smoke bomb, you have to laugh. “Thank you, Tech. I will make sure to get some as soon as I can.” 

“Excellent. Ah, Hunter, I would like to review the schematics for the...” 

You tune out Tech’s voice as he strides past you. With another chuckle and shake of your head, you slip the small bomb into your pack. Hopefully, you won’t need it, but knowing your luck, you may even come to wish he’d given you a detonator instead. 

Phee approaches you, a carefree, easy grin on her lips as you sling your pack over your shoulder once more. She says, “I’m glad we get the chance to work together again. I was sorry to hear about what happened to Arien.” 

You expect the world to tilt on its axis at the mention of Arien, for your stomach to turn inside out, for tears to immediately well in your eyes. Instead, there’s only a faint, aching tug at your heart and a wistful smile that plays over your face. “Thank you. I.... Well, I can’t say I enjoyed the last time we worked together, but Tech likes you, so that’s enough for me.” 

“Brown Eyes?” She laughs, throwing her head back, the sound of her mirth echoing off the trees. A few birds flap away, startled. “He’s sweet. You won’t regret this one, (y/n).” 

You can’t resist the broad smile that pulls at the corners of your mouth, so you don’t. Phee claps you on the shoulder before moving off, leaving you alone in the center of this small clearing. Nearby, the quiet babble of a stream reaches your ears for the first time. The prospect of fresh, clean water sets your mouth salivating, so you unhook your canteen from the side of your pack as you move away from the group. The trees serve to dampen the sounds around you; you can still hear Wrecker’s booming voice, so you’re not too worried. 

Shoulders dropping, you rub your empty hand over your face, scrubbing at your eyes. Kark, the past 48 hours have been a maelstrom of activity and emotions. Rescued from prison, told your best friend left on an important mission, reconnected with the man you’re falling for, immediately shunted back into the mercenary lifestyle—not to mention Hunter’s confusing oscillation between pulling you closer and pushing you away in the next breath. As you crouch by the edge of the clear, cheerfully gurgling water, you resolve to confront Hunter about that after this mission. If you’re staying with this squad, you need his transparency as much as you think he needs yours. If you’re staying, you need things to move at your pace now.

The small stream is only two or three feet wide, and looks less than a foot deep. At the bottom, a bed of smooth, polished river rocks spreads in colorful patterns, the tumbled stones fitted together as tightly as the best woven shimmersilk the fancy ladies on Coruscant wear. On impulse, you roll up one sleeve after your canteen is full. Gasping at the coolness of the water, you plunge your hand to the elbow and grasp at the first rock your fingers bump into. 

It’s about the size of your palm, flat and smooth and gunmetal gray—nearly the same shade as Hunter’s armor, you realize, turning it over in your hand, the water on it glistening in the speckled sunlight. Shaking off your hand, water droplets spray through the air. 

“Wondered where you’d gone off to.” 

You whirl, heart in your throat, hand reaching for your blaster, before the sight of Hunter registers in your distracted mind. 

Relaxing, you laugh. “Startled me.” 

“Sorry.” He glances at the stone in your hand. “What’s that?” 

“Hm? Oh.” You shrug, the heat of embarrassment smoking up your spine, though you don’t know why. “Just...a rock.” 

He nods like he didn’t already know that, and you sigh internally, kicking yourself. 

“Are you—” He rubs the back of his neck, a gesture you can’t stop noticing when he does it. “Are you ready to head out?” 

“That’s not what you were going to say, was it?” 

He huffs. “No. I was going to ask if you’re alright, then realized that’s a stupid question.” 

You hum noncommittally. “It’s certainly a question. Can I ask you one?” 

The openness in his eyes when they flick to yours nearly knocks you off balance. 

“Of course,” he says. 

“How are we, really?” 

Brows furrowing, the lines on his forehead deepening, he cocks his head. “What d’you mean?” 

“You and me, Hunter. How are we? Because I— I keep thinking about what you said last night. About no more mistakes. And how you pushed me away after that, but today, you’ve— I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I just want to know if we’re okay. If I still have a chance.” 

“A chance for what?” His voice is quiet. He looks like he wants to step closer, to reach out, to feel you, but he holds back. 

You don’t want him to hold back. “A chance with you.”

Emotions flicker over his face. You catch notes of surprise, apprehension, affection, but they’re gone quicker than you can catalog them. For the space of a heartbeat, you both stand, eyes locked, breaths held. 

“I—”

Wrecker’s shout cuts off whatever Hunter is about to say. “Hey, Hunter! Nav? Where’d you go?” 

Hunter’s eyes screw shut, nostrils flaring. A matching burst of irritation and disappointment pulses in your fingertips. Dropping the rock, you trudge past Hunter, gripping the straps of your pack tight enough that your fingernails bite into your palms. He doesn’t stop you. Rather, he follows a moment or two after you; the weight of his silence drags your shoulders down. 

Kriff, you just want to sleep.

Phee and the boys set out towards the east, trailing in a wider arc to avoid detection. Omega remains with the Marauder, much to her dismay; you’d tried to raise her spirits by reassuring her of the importance of the getaway driver, but the empty smile she’d given you let you know your efforts fell flat. For your part, you walk in nearly a straight line northward, heading to the base directly. Bag secure on your back, one blaster holstered and the other drawn, you try to let the steady rhythm of your boots on the squishy earth lull your brain away from the interrupted conversation earlier. 

Left foot, right foot, one in front of the other. At some point, you jerk upright, heart pounding. Kark, you haven’t been tired like this since basic training; you never fell asleep on your feet like some of your fellow cadets, but you’d come close. Why hadn’t you slept last night? 

“No use crying over spilled milk now,” you mutter to yourself. With a sharp shake of your head, you hold your eyes wide open. 

You’re not sure how long you walk, but it can’t be for very long. You know Tech parked the Marauder just a few klicks away, nothing drastic, but as it is, you nearly walk out of the treeline into direct sight of the base. Mouth running dry, you stumble to halt, catching yourself on the peeling bark of a slim ash tree. You sink into a crouch using the tree as support. 

Ahead of you, the small, thinly garrisoned base sprawls over a field of permacrete. Cracked slabs of the synthetic rock are broken up by stubborn weeds forcing their way through to the sunlight above. There’s no fence. In the center of the base, a tall, rusted satellite dish that probably used to be white idles dormant, pointed directly at the horizon. Maybe Phee’s intel was actually good. This is a tiny, defunct little base, barely worth the Empire’s continued maintenance in your estimation. 

Except, you know that what lies inside is probably more valuable than this entire planet. And if that dish is no longer functional, it means the Empire can’t transmit or receive whatever intel is being stored here. 

Nor can they reliably call for backup.

Squinting against the bright sunlight, you pick out the finer details your initial surprise glossed over. Two AT-ST walkers, parked and lifeless, near the base of the satellite; one set of doors just a few dozen feet to the left of the walkers that leads inside the base; and, in lazy, careless patrols, at least two sets of guards shuffling along the perimeter. 

Sweat slicks your palms, forcing you to adjust your grip on your blaster. After a moment’s deliberation, you slide the blaster into its holster and secure it. You linger under the trees for a few minutes longer, trying to time yourself with when the squad should be reaching the base and the rhythms of the patrols.

Your legs protest when you stand to your full height, but you ignore them, striding forward into the open. The warmth of the sun kisses your shoulders, a sensation that would be more welcome if the pit of anxiety in your stomach didn’t drop out below you at the same time. This will go as planned, you try to tell yourself. 

The two patrols are about 100, maybe 150 feet away from you. At first, none of them react, but then the pair to your right seems to spot you. One of them points. The other pair halts in their path and turns to face you. All four troopers, in identical white plastoid armor, raise their blasters to half-height and advance. 

“Hands up where we can see them,” one of them calls to you when they reach earshot. Then, into his comlink, he says, “Possible situation in sector three. Requesting backup.” 

Hands slowly raising into the air, you aim for a disarming smile. “I’m sure that won’t be necessary. I’m so sorry to bother you, but I’m lost. Got separated from my party. Can you point me in the direction of the nearest town?” 

Four helmets tilt toward one another in a silent exchange. The same one who spoke before says, “Let’s see some identification.” 

“It’s in my bag.” 

“No sudden movements.” With a hand signal, each of them move to form a loose semicircle around you. Their defensive stances don’t relax, but they also don’t jump into combat ready positions, either. 

As you shimmy your pack off your shoulders, you catch sight of the doors of the base opening and another four troopers step into the open. Kriff. You narrate each action before you take it, crouching down, opening your pack, reaching in.

You slip your hand in, fingers searching blindly for your ‘identification.’ 

One of the clones steps closer, his blaster raising a fraction. “Hang on.” 

You freeze, fingers half-gripped around the smoke bomb. “Problem?” 

“Hotshot,” he says, “isn’t there a bounty out for a deserter that matches their ’scription?” 

Well, that took less time than you anticipated. Quickly glancing up, you’re relieved to find that the approaching troopers are still halfway across the field. Only the trooper closest to you has his blaster held in any kind of threatening position. 

“Good eye, Screwball,” the one you assume is Hotshot says. “You, stand up, no funny business.”

Rising to your feet, you gulp. “There must be a mistake, I’m only—” You press the smoke bomb’s activation button, yank it out of your pack, and then you’re sprinting, the spherical metal ball bouncing on the permacrete. 

Several shouts ring out behind you as blue blaster bolts fly wild through the smoke screen, none of them remotely close to you. Boots slapping the pavement, you leap over a downed tree, knees jolting with the impact as you land. You don’t think you’ve ever run this fast in your life. 

It takes only a few moments for the troopers to begin gaining on you nonetheless. Risking a look back over your shoulder, you curse as blue fills your vision. You duck on instinct. The blast splinters the tree trunk above your head. 

You veer hard to the right, feet slipping on the soft ground. You’re already hopelessly lost, but that means these men chasing you might get lost, too, or they’ll give up pursuit before they reach that point. You just have to keep running. One foot in front of the other.

The stitch that forms in your ribcage makes you wheeze, pain lancing into your side with every breath. You run for what feels like a lifetime. All of the trees look the same to you, white and gray trunks blurring together as you bob and duck and weave between them. Behind you, the sounds of pursuit, of heavy plastoid armor crashing through underbrush, never falter or fade. You don’t know how much longer you can hold out.

Ahead, there’s another break in the trees. Pushing your already-exhausted energy to the limit, you pump your arms harder, heading for it. Your sleep-deprived, adrenaline-fueled brain tells you it’s a hill, or a river, something to help you get away. You burst from the treeline and—

A scream tears from your throat as you windmill, feet skidding through mud as your stomach heaves at the chasm that yawns before you. 

Several hundred feet below, a thin blue ribbon of water threads through the shaded canyon. Behind you, the troopers close in, their shouts becoming clearer. Ahead, the other edge of the chasm lies out of reach, at least fifty feet away.

Panting, you make a split second decision. Unslinging the rope that hangs from your pack, you hastily tie it around a nearby boulder, throw it over the lip of the chasm, and then you take off along the cliff’s edge. Vision blurry. Lungs aching. Body so very, very drained.

Your shoulder clips a tree as you re-enter the forest, but the pain doesn’t register. You keep running, stumbling over roots; you think you cut your face on a low-hanging branch. All you can do is keep moving. If you stop, you’re dead. If you stop, the others are dead.

“Nav?” Hunter’s voice crackles to life from your wrist. “Nav, we got what we came for. Rendezvous at the ship.” 

You press the button to answer, but words won’t come out of your parched throat, only harsh panting.

“Where are you?” Hunter asks. In the background, you can hear the others shouting at each other, the sounds of boots on permacrete, a blaster shot or two. 

“Lost,” you choke out. 

“Kriff. Tech, can you lock in on their position?” 

“Affirmative,” comes Tech’s muffled answer. “Tell them to stay put.” 

“Nav, you hear that?” Hunter says. “You can stop running now. It’s okay.” 

Everything in you wants to stop, but there’s a part of you, the part conditioned by years of looking over your shoulder in an orphanage, in the corporate world, in the military, that whispers that stopping isn’t safe. 

“N-No,” you gasp. “Find me.” 

There’s a long moment of silence, punctuated only by your gasping breaths and pounding heartbeat in your ears. Then, quiet and firm, Hunter: “I always will. I’ll be there soon.”

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GJ and ZZH Updates — April 16-22

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

[Glossary of names and terms] [Masterlist of my posts about the situation with Zhang Zhehan]

04-16 → #GongJun and #TheRealZhangZhehan trended on Twitter.

→ Net-a-Porter posted a teaser video for their endorsement with Gong Jun.

→ Fresh posted a video of their 04-14 event that included some shots of Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted nine photos from the Go Fighting! episode. Caption: “Full of vitality and full of energy! Boss @ Gong Jun Simon has embarked on a journey of courage and is fully ready to meet #Go Fighting!# 💪🏻See you soon!”

→ 361º posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun. 

→ Tiffany & Co. posted four photos of Gong Jun at their 04-15 event.

→ The first episode of Go Fighting! season 9 aired. [full episode (raw)]

→ Gong Jun posted a clip from the Go Fighting! episode where he talked about his mother enrolling him in art classes as a child. [subbed clip] Caption: “As far as I know... a talent in painting does not need to be observed at all!”

04-17 → #TheRealZhangZhehan continued to trend on Twitter.

→ Gong Jun posted a commercial for Net-a-Porter, announcing his endorsement with them as well as a livestream with them on 04-20. Caption: “Travel makes every day full of freedom and change; fashion brings me infinite inspiration and possibilities. During the new journey in 2023, I met a new friend. Excited to be the face of @ NET-A-PORTER!! ... New departure, quite special.” His studio reposted this with the added caption: “Where did boss @ Gong Jun Simon go? Let’s start looking for new friends @ NET-A-PORTER!”

→ Tiffany & Co. posted a video of Gong Jun at their 04-15 event. Gong Jun reposted this with the added caption: “Dazzling, enjoy the legend together. Follow me into #蒂蒙尼皮石奇境# to witness the brilliant miracle of @ TiffanyAndCo”

→ Net-a-Porter posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun and changed their Weibo header to the same.

04-18 → Net-a-Porter posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ OK! magazine posted the three covers [1] [2] [3] of their May issue featuring Gong Jun, subtitled “Freehand Life”, “Quiet and Boundless”, and “Walking and Watching Calmly”.

→ #Gong Jun appears in the high-end villa area of Beijing to see a house# appeared on Weibo hotsearch, claiming that he was looking to purchase a 50 million RMB house. It’s heavily suspected that the hotsearch was bought as an attempted smear, aimed at his persona of having frugal spending habits. The photos the hotsearch are about were taken in March and had already been used once previously in another bought hotsearch, where it was claimed that he was meeting someone in the area.

→ BAZAAR posted a photo of Gong Jun from the Tiffany event.

04-19 → Net-a-Porter posted two photo ads featuring Gong Jun [here] and [here].

→ OK! magazine posted a video from their photoshoot with Gong Jun. Caption: “I heard that you are all waiting for [OK! 11th Anniversary Special Best Friend] @ Gong Jun Simon’s new material? Don't worry, here's a preview!”

An hour later, OK! posted their full photoshoot with Gong Jun. Caption: “Along the way, the challenges and growth in the career, the peace of mind and relaxation in daily necessities, for [OK! 11th Anniversary Special Friend] @ Gong Jun Simon, it has never been a non-existent multiple-choice question, but a 1+1 superimposed win-win situation, which is a certain possibility that can live in it. It's a balancing game, and it's fun to play” His studio reposted this with the added caption: “The reunion of boss @ Gong Jun Simon with his old friends, listening to the flow of time in the same room. Happy birthday to @ 精彩OK!” Fan Observation: There’s a possible hickey in one photo, also visible in the douyin posted later.

→ The Center for Film & TV of the Supreme People's Procuratorate made a post about a short film Li Xuezheng was involved in, giving further evidence that there is no truth to the smears against him made last month. (For info about the incident see [here] and 03-23 and 03-24)

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a video of behind the scenes footage from the OK! photoshoot. Caption: “Bathing in the sun and feeling the youth. Boss @ Gong Jun Simon walks the old house and listens to the collision between eternity and the future.” BGM is Summer Over by Dylan Sitts.

→ Gong Jun posted six of the photos from the shoot to his personal Weibo. Caption: “Old house meets old friends, happy birthday to @ 精彩OK” He also posted eight to his Xiao Hong Shu, caption: “Let us be together  Happy birthday to our old friend @ OK精彩!” and eight to his Instagram, caption: “HBD bro～” Fan Observations:  -  He edited the Weibo post at 13:14 (kadian meaning “forever”) with the only difference being to resize one photo.  -  It was noted that this is the May issue celebrating the magazine’s 11th anniversary. (511 kadian)

→ OK! posted another video. Caption: “The past and the present, the outside and the inside, the work and life are superimposed and juxtaposed, creating the infinite possibilities of @ Gong Jun Simon. ‘Having both’ does not necessarily stem from greed, and it is not impossible to go hand in hand. This time, let Gong Jun redefin the infinite extension of 1+1!”

→ Hogan posted two of the OK! photos, highlighting their shoes.

→ OK! posted another video of Gong Jun listening to music during the shoot. Caption: “It’s a showdown~ @ Gong Jun Simon’s private collection of playlists has been exposed! Let OK! see whose happy genes start to follow Gong Jun and move together?” BGM is Blinding Lights by The Weeknd, Twilight’s Chapter Seven by Jay Chou, and a cover of Reprise from Spirited Away.

→ The Instagram posted ten photos of “Zhang Zhehan” and a kid.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a douyin of more behind the scenes footage from the shoot. Caption: “Frame by frame, recording the afternoon memories of boss @ Gong Jun Simon.” BGM is Make It Right by BTS (feat. Lauv).

→ OK! posted another video. Caption: “There is no optimal solution in life, in the dimension of infinite extension, let’s follow @ Gong Jun Simon and walk boldly! Not too fast, maybe time will give you a satisfactory answer.”

→ OK! posted their interview with Gong Jun. [translation]

→ Net-a-Porter posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun advertising his appearance on their livestream shortly after. [full recording]

04-20 → Whalers started promoting a “concert” “Zhang Zhehan” is supposedly holding in Bangkok (see 04-10) on 05-11, with the promotional images showing prices going up to 16,000 baht ($465 USD / 3200 RMB). Tickets were said to go on sale on 04-22. Further Information / Fan Observations:  -  Someone who contacted the venue was told that there is an event booked for a concert on that day, but that the venue could not disclose who the event was for.  -  As a comparison, Suga from BTS recently had a concert with VIP tickets pricing at 6200 baht.  -  Some whalers posted on Weibo within hours that they had already bought plane tickets. A reminder that this is the third “live event” the brand has announced (see 22-11-16 and 02-09), with the previous two both being cancelled with no legitimate reason given (see 22-12-07 and 02-12). ([Here] is a recap thread I made this morning.)

→ WE11DONE posted two of the OK! photos, highlighting their jacket.

→ Another Zhang Sanjian “airport sighting”.

→ BesTV posted two extended clips [here] and [here] of Gong Jun from the first Go Fighting! episode. 

04-21 → Tiffany & Co. posted a teaser cut of a commercial featuring Gong Jun and Elaine Zhong (his costar from Rising with the Wind). A longer cut was released on their Taobao. 

→ BEAST posted a short promotional video spoken by Gong Jun. (1129 kadian)

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a promotional image for an Earth Day activity.

→ 361º posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Tiffany & Co. posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Yang Yang, the host, posted three photos of himself and Gong Jun from the Net-a-Porter livestream. Caption: “Swipe right to see the walking dragon fruit (no wait) walking clothes hanger @ Gong Jun Simon”

04-22 → Tiffany & Co. posted their full commercial featuring Gong Jun and Elaine Zhong.

→ A music video was released for Rising with the Wind’s ending song, Three Lines of Poems to the Moon by A-Lin, focusing on Gong Jun and Elaine Zhong’s characters. [YouTube link] Gong Jun’s studio reposted this from the Rising with the Wind Weibo with the added caption, “Boss @ Gong Jun Simon (Xu Si version) sends a three-line poem. Poetry follows the heart, and the words are what they say.”

→ Deeyeo posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ The World Wildlife Fund posted a promotional image for Earth Day, featuring Gong Jun and info about walruses. Gong Jun’s studio reposted this with the added caption, “From low-carbon travel to garbage sorting, your small changes may change the earth, and take action together with boss @ Gong Jun Simon to protect the earth!”

→ Tiffany & Co. posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun and Elaine Zhong.

→ The Rising with the Wind Weibo posted a new promotional still featuring Gong Jun and Elaine Zhong.

→ The Instagram posted a promotional image announcing that tickets for the “concert” had gone on sale. Addition 04-25: Ranyi Music, the “publisher” of the Zhang Sanjian music, also posted a commercial to their own Instagram. Fan Observations:  -  The image used is an old one that is believed to have been a real promotional image Zhang Zhehan did for the concert he was planning before 813.  -  The Instagram post does not include any links to further info or for purchasing. As a reminder, posting links for purchasing is one of the things that makes Instagram actually check if a reported account is a scam.  -  At the time of this post, the event centre’s website does not include any information for this on its upcoming events page. Additions 04-24:  -  Within hours, Chinese whalers were making excuses for not being able to get tickets.  -  Some people reported that the tickets had sold out, but going to the purchasing page showed that seats were not available (ie. reserved) rather than sold out.  -  The concert’s production company is partners with one of CAPA’s executive units.

→ #ZhangZhehan and #ZhangZhehanBangkokConcert trended on Twitter.

→ Gong Jun posted a video of himself in the audience at a Li Ronghao concert. Caption: “Once A Thief!* Happy!” Five minutes later he also posted two photos from the concert to his Xiao Hong Shu, caption: “Once A Thief  Actually shivering from the cold” *The Chinese title of the album Free Soul.

→ #Gong Jun went to Li Ronghao’s concert# trended on Weibo hotsearch. Addition 04-24: There is some question about who the person on Gong Jun’s left who filmed him is. Gong Jun was there with him and two friends, the other of whom has been identified and was sitting two seats down.  Updates 04-28:  -  More footage, this time of the person on the left’s face, was posted by a fan showing that it was not Zhang Zhehan.  -  Quite a few of the accounts that were spreading this candy in Chinese fandom spaces are known plants, who were pushing it much harder than is customary for candy.  -  Gong Jun also confirmed during the Hogan livestream on 04-27 that he was at the concert with two university friends.

Additional Reading: → Over the course of the week, QuelleVous, Bluebird, and Flora posted a series of threads about Zhang Peichao (aka Doc Creepy), the man who has claimed since at least Feburary 2022 to be Zhang Zhehan’s therapist and who is behind some of the Zhang Sanjian essays. I’ve collected the tweets here for easier reading: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] → A reminder of events being organized for Zhang Zhehan’s birthday: Harry’s video of well wishes (submissions close on 04-25) and Bluebird’s charity drive.

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Now Open: RomanGerri ‘In Costume’ Fic Prompt Fest

What is the 'In Costume' fic fest of autumn '22?

The idea here is a prompt based fic fest around the halloweeny, autumnal themes of fantasy or supernatural, dressing up, cozy romcoms, and spooky stories. AU prompts are the focus here, scary or sweet. Witches, Ghosts, Selkies and Fae prompts welcome. But so are prompts and fics dressing up our duo in the settings of your favourite RomComs, like You've Got Mail, 2 Weeks Notice or Desk Set, or etc... Playing 'dressup' with the characters could also stretch to pretty much any AU, or...??? Bring all your fanciful ideas, the idea is to loosen up and have some fun here, kids 😉

How many prompts can I send?

1 to 5 prompts per person, to start with.

Do I have to write a fic if I submit a prompt?

No, having a variety of prompts to choose from will make this more fun, so don't feel like you're locked into writing if you have ideas but no time or don't feel comfortable. But the 'deadline' is loose here, and everyone likes more fic, so feel free to give it a shot.

Will my name be attached to the prompts I submit?

Nope! The prompt list will go up anonymously.

When you claim a prompt, I will put your name next to the claim, unless you contact me via DM on tumblr, twitter or discord to request your claim and your anonymity -- as the organizer I do need some way to contact you to follow up or to ask for your second choice if someone else got there first.

Prompting will be first come, first serve. When the prompt list goes up, please comment underneath it with your top 3 choices. Or, you can contact me on Discord, Tumblr or Twitter with your claim requests, but this may make it trickier to judge who asked for what when. If you claim anonymously on the Dreamwidth prompt post, please follow up with me via DM in case something comes up later that needs following up. Your author identity will not be shared publicly.

Can I claim my own prompt?

Yes! If that's the only prompt that appeals to you, sure you can. (This also makes it so that I don't have to try to keep track of who submitted what ;) )

What is the deadline for my fic?

The 31st of October is the aim. But I want you to feel happy with your writing, so extensions are also okay, though it would be nice to get all prompts done by mid November, aka the start of Secret Santa Exchange season, which I have heard may be happening, as brought to you by the people who brought you Slime Puppy Summer (no affiliation) 😉. 

If you really think you can't finish, or want to relinquish your claim, please let me know, though, so I can open it up for someone else.

But! If you finish your fic quickly, feel free to post immediately! There is no minimum writing time before posting.

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[ghostbearpeppers]

over on twitter i had a thread where i was posting shots from rottmnt that inspire me. for some reason, i never thought to bring these posts onto my tmnt blog... until today!

tonight at 8PM EST there’s going to be a watch party of the first couple of episodes of rise on twitter, so i think now is as good a time as any to start reposting the thread here too! it’ll be a little out of order compared to how it is on twitter, but i hope everyone will enjoy regardless :D

all posts for this will be tagged under ‘rise of the perfect shot’ if you’re reading this in the future and would like to see everything i’ve posted. i’m gonna be trying to upload cool shots daily until i’ve reposted all of them, then update with new ones when i can. i’ll also link the original thread in a reblog if you’d like to check that out.

(note: i try to credit the director(s) and storyboard artists for each episode, but if i miss anyone in my posts please don’t hesitate to send me an ask letting me know!)

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the perfect shot

[swervestrickland]

Bestie..i havent watched AEW in like..three months. Please..what is happening 🤣 i wanna watch the hangmox fight

okay so basically hangman and the dark order went for the trios titles and lost against kenny and the bucks (it was basically hangman’s fault because he went to easy on them and was holding silver and reynolds back the whole time) this was all for nothing because then cm punk went on a tirade about hangman, Colt cabana, the bucks and Kenny during the after-ppv media scrum. Kenny and the bucks were still in the arena when it happened and went to confront punk about it. NONE OF THIS WAS PLANNED. they got into a physical altercation and all four men were suspended.

the elite and punk were all stripped of their titles and never spoken about again. until LAST week when hangman had his third confrontation with mox, because he won one of the big multi-mans at aew grand slam (rampage edition) for number one contendership of the title.

my mind is so scrambled right now so this isn’t going to be done chronologically.

anyway so hangman’s last big promo with mox last week basically amounted to hangman appreciating what mox said the week before about respecting him and believing him to be a good person and a great wrestler etc. But the one thing he didn’t like was that mox called him a sweet kid. it implied to hangman that although mox respects him, he thinks he’s not mature enough to handle being a champion or much of anything else (which almost, to me, seems like a shot at hangman for what happened with punk, because punk’s reason for going off at the scrum on hangman was that he was empty headed and dumb for not taking older wrestlers’ advice). hangman said that he was a husband, a father (much like mox), he’s BEEN a champ, he’s gone through hell and back etc. he got so amped up and he said yes I’m depressed I’m angry at myself I’m upset all my best friends keep disappearing (the dark order) and my old friends they HAVE disappeared (the elite!!!!! First mention of them since the scrum on television), then he says “the medicine is not working but I am STILL HERE because I am a man!!” and he is beating his eyebrow with his fist literally and cuts himself open because he was so fired up.

and mox had said that the reason he’ll hold on to the title is because he does what it takes, no matter what. he’s an indiscriminate fighter and he shows no mercy, basically. so hangman brings this up and says he knows he didn’t finish the job in may and that’s why he lost the title but this time, in Cincinnati, he’ll do what it takes. and then, he rubbed at his eyebrow, and with the blood on his fingers (very little blood it wasn’t too bad), he wiped the blood on Mox’s shirt and said “the only thing I have left is my shot and my word. On Tuesday I take my shot. and that (the blood) is my word.” Or at least that’s what it sounded like to me anyway.

the promo before this was like, mox coming out to save hangman from getting jumped after a match by private party, who were forced to go out there by Jose the assistant and stokeley Hathaway I think. and so when mox came out private party backed away because mox looked at them like “nuh uh”. mox complimented hangman and how much he’s been waiting for this match for over three years because they’ve hardly ever stepped into the ring all this time together etc and then he said but in Cincinnati I’m gonna break your face and choke you until you turn blue. and hangy was like turned on by it and mox made to leave but hangy stopped him and said if you’re so ready for this fight why don’t we just fight it out right now??? and THIS is where mox called him a kid and told him like a lot of kids, you say stupid shit (which, while this was a more relevant shot to Sammy guevara, who talked shit about andrade on twitter in public and then Andrade ended up shoot fighting him in the locker room, I also think it was a shot at hangman bc of the cm punk thing). And then he told hangy to watch his mouth.

anyway I’m so pumped idk about everyone else but I’ve been waiting for this match for literally three years since before the first aew dynamite show. me and my friends like. have always wanted to see how these two would behave around each other. love it. this match is gonna break me.

oh both promos had maxwell up top in the arenas watching them both with his casino chip that he can cash in for a title shot, by the way. it’s heavily believed that no matter who wins this match, maxwell will cash in and be champion. the other two won’t be champs for long.

sorry if this is so badly worded but I’m on my lunch break and I gotta eat shsjsjsjsjfj

#emi replies #nonnie

[ephiesoularchives]

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[chibi-sunrise]

What does Luminaria Twitter have?

More like what don’t they have? Well, it helps that Luminaria Twitter has the biggest JP fandom, so we get a lot of information close to the source material. Twitter feels like it has the biggest global Luminaria fandom too, but I don’t have any concrete numbers to say that definitively.

Let’s start off with a couple of tags before going into more specific and miscellaneous areas!

The ルミナリアユーザーアーカイブ tag is basically the JP twitter equivalent of the EN tumblr Luminaria archive tags. Luminaria fans, whether they’re on the EN or JP side, really think alike sometimes… Fans submit all kinds of screenshots and video clips from the game, so if you’re looking for some references, come take a look! And if you see anything that the tag’s missing, then please feel free to add some screenshots if you’ve got a twitter account!

Last time I checked, we didn’t have any screenshots of Leo’s glasses or sunglasses in the tag, and a couple of characters don’t have references of all their outfits. Hugo might have everything, though; his fans are as meticulous as he is. Lucien’s fans are pretty thorough too, so he might have everything. Edouard too – is this the power of ikemen??? すごいですね！I’m joking; I think Celia and Lydie’s fans might have everything in the tag too

*You don’t need to make a twitter account to browse the tag, but I would highly recommend making one just to block this user.

They used to appear almost daily in various Luminaria-related tags to insult the game, anyone related to making the game, and the fans. They’ve also stolen other players’ screenshots and acted as if they played the game themselves. And while they appear to have to moved on by now, they haven’t deleted any of their spam during their aggressive anti-Luminaria phase. I’ll think you’ll have a better experience while browsing after blocking them, and please don’t bother giving them any sort of attention.

The lumiparty2022 tag was used by fans to talk about and share memories while celebrating the 21 days that led up to Tales of Luminaria’s 1st Anniversary. You’ll find lots of game discussion, fanart, fanfic, video uploads, assets ripped from the game, and really, just all kinds of stuff you might be looking for. This tag is just filled to the brim with love for the game and helped bring together many Luminaria fans, whether they’re on the EN side or the JP side.

Lumiparty’s got an account here on tumblr too! Go check them out!

For 色の日 (Color’s Day), the official Tales Channel twitter posted the title colors that are used for official merchandise. This collection of title colors also includes Tales of Luminaria’s official title color. This tweet extracted the hex codes for the title colors.

Here’s a collection of screenshots of the game’s Terminology section in JP. And here’s a collection of screenshots of the game’s Terminology section in EN.

A twitter thread with every character’s JP Chronology tab. The characters’ icons were edited onto them, so that you can easily see which Chronology belongs to who. And this twitter thread attempted to combine multiple characters’ EN Chronology tabs into one timeline, divided by group.

A twitter thread putting various Luminaria characters next to each other and comparing heights. Another tweet that made a height chart based on the 3D models. Another tweet that made a height chart based on the official information we got from the Memorial Archive that was published on December 26, 2022.

A tweet with links to imgur albums for various images you might want. Stuff like badges, character icons, stamps, etc.

A fan’s personal archive of screenshots for armor, accessories, recipes, etc. that they had.

A collection of shots of the Mystic Artes that come with a character’s armor at various levels, grouped together by weapon types (JP text)

This user takes a TON of screenshots, like just, PAGES AND PAGES of Look Mode screenshots. You can find a bunch of different angles for characters, different angles for monsters, shots of characters in the middle of their artes and mystic artes, like, please just take a look if you’re itching to draw something

A collection of shots that focus on scenery and material you find in the scenery. For example, say you see some characters playing cards in the background, then this collection will have screenshots that zoom in on the cards, the table, the chairs, what the soldiers are wearing, etc. If you’re looking for things you’d find in the background or ideas for a background, look at this one in particular!

Screenshots of different weapons a fan collected. A thread of different accessories a fan collected. A collection of shots of the ingredients (JP text) And here’s part 2 of the ingredient collection (JP text)

If you’re looking for screenshots of the stamps that were usable when purchasing a Noble Pass. More shots of the stamps that were usable when purchasing a Noble Pass

If you’re looking for a screenshot of Origin’s Primordial Fossil for reference. It’s also a pretty good screenshot for reference for the scenery in front of Origin too.

If you’re looking for a full-body shot of Origin’s Primordial Fossil for reference. Check out the thread itself for some interesting shots and images.

This is the same thread as before, by the way. If you were looking for a combined panning shot of Vicar Kanon for reference. If you scroll up, you’ll find more shots and a combined panning shot of Blaze from the OP. There’s also a couple more combined panning shots (the heavily edited group ones from the ED and then one of August with his family really far down) below the Vicar tweet.

Textures from the Primordial Beasts from the original environment assets. If you’re looking for screenshots of a PB fragment for reference. If you’re looking for screenshots of Gald for reference. Gald texture and UI icons for Gald, Noble Pass, PB stones, etc. Textures for Highgarden.

If you wanted a closer look at the Ecru plushies in Celia’s ep 2. If you’re looking for a screenshot of Aglaya’s lion-dog statue.

All Luminaria Characters’ Mic Test lines recorded (JP audio JP text) All Luminaria Characters’ treasure opening lines recorded (JP audio JP text) Thread of all Luminaria Characters’ Game Over (“And they were never heard from again”) lines recorded (JP audio and text)

Recording of Luminaria’s female cast saying “Happy Valentines!” when you unlock all the panels during the event (JP audio) Recording of Luminaria’s male cast saying “Happy White Day!” when you unlock all the panels during the event (JP audio)

A video of Luminaria’s specially animated ED for their final episode release.

Videos of various Primordial Beasts’ summoning animations. I believe these were all the ones that were in the game, but we never got summoning animations for some beasts, like Haleu or Origin? Watamusubi, Bozak, Lazui, Tarulhan, Gemslay, and Aglaya are here.

A tweet of what Accessories and some recipes that a fan was able to collect (JP text) A tweet of someone maxing out Elixir and Noble Mabo Curry (JP text) A video showing the message and visuals that happen when you max out a recipe (JP text)

A tweet that leads to different collections of screenshots/videos (JP audio JP text) The first is a presentation that was written to introduce the game to new players as well as the results of a fan survey on various aspects of the game. The second is a collection of character dialogue. The third is their first impressions while playing the game. The fourth is multiplayer battles. The fifth is a collection of miscellaneous videos.

A tweet with a chart for reading the written language of Luminaria’s world. This is the original tweet before they could decode the last couple of letters. It has some screenshots of examples on how to read the game’s language.

A tweet about how the stone monument at St. Aedis Academy has the lyrics of the school’s song on it.

A tweet that attempted to decode a report that an anime director said was decodable in the Luminaria anime. Another tweet that attempted to decode a report that an anime director said was decodable in the Luminaria anime.

A tweet that decoded the word on the back of Falk’s ep 2 jacket.

A tweet that collected different shop/business signs and decoded two of them.

A tweet of someone putting together all the Divine Accessories (JP text) The second pic is them having fun with ideas. A tweet of someone putting together all the equippable Accessories limited to each faction (JP text)

A tweet with all the 5 Star accessories in Luminaria. If you scroll down, you’ll find an interesting story on Luminaria’s early days and what other sources of monetization it had (EN text)

A tweet that will lead you to three different GDocs. All docs are a collection of dialogue, and each one is tied to a faction. I don’t believe it’s complete yet? (JP text)

A tweet that will lead you to a PDF of character dialogue (JP text) If you scroll down, you can find what specific dialogue they’re still looking for.

A tweet showing the liked and disliked recipes after everyone’s ep 1 was released (JP text) A tweet showing the rest of the liked and disliked recipes (JP text) If you scroll down, you’ll also find calculations for the total number of everyone’s liked and disliked recipes (JP text) A tweet showing liked, disliked recipes and how much they cost as well as calculating how many characters share a favored dish (JP text)

A tweet that will lead you to two different Gdocs. One is a dishes list that still needs screenshots of recipes with their descriptions. The other is a complete list of character preferences. If you can provide them with any screenshots they don’t have, it’d be a big help (EN text)

A tweet observing how one of the enemies is wearing a mask that resembles Aglaya. A tweet that spotted Grace at Lunne in the final episode. A tweet that observed how Gaspard’s boss has stitching similar to the designs worn by people who hail from Shayor.

A tweet that provides shots of Joyce’s 3D model for reference. A tweet that provides shots of the Vicar’s 3D model for reference.

A thread with scans of the concept art for all Tales of Luminaria characters in the  “Tales of” Series 25th Anniversary Commemorative Book.

A tweet about the Tales of Luminaria First Guidance booklet, which was distributed during AGF 2021. It contained promotional images, a timeline, and a brief manga adaptation of Leo’s first character episode. A lot of fans, both on the EN and JP side, were unaware this piece of printed media existed. To begin with, the event was in Japan only, and even those who lived near the event couldn’t attend it even if they wanted to for various reasons.

Screenshot of the JP website before all the character PVs were added. Hugo and Amelie are transparent in this shot because their PVs weren’t added yet. Screenshot of the JP website before it shut down for comparison to the previous tweet.

Tweet recording a question from the audience concerning Tales of Luminaria’s continuation during Bandai Namco’s 2022 Shareholder’s Meeting. A tweet from the audience member who asked the question concerning Tales of Luminaria’s continuation during Bandai Namco’s 2022 Shareholder’s Meeting.

Tweet that recorded Tales of Luminaria’s Official Soundtrack becoming the number 1 quickest trending MP3 album on Amazon JP within 12 hours of its release.

Tweet that links to a poll conducted by NetLab. Translated results are here. So, this poll was limited to JP fans, and it was about “Original Tales of Series Works,” but I did see people vote for non-original Tales works using the “Other” option. Whether or not those votes were counted, however, I can’t say for certain.

Tweet that recorded Luminaria trending the day service ended. I believe it also trended the day before service ended in Japan (because JP fans remarked on this), but I wasn’t online that day and can’t confirm for sure without any recorded proof that I can find again. Tweet that recorded Luminaria trending on the day of its 1st Anniversary.

JP Viva-kun’s anniversary text from the Tales Channel Plus website on the day of Luminaria’s 1st Anniversary.

A thread on various Luminaria Uvs/textures. Gives you a pretty good look at Embleo markings! And if you scroll down some more, there’s an observation on how Lucien doesn’t have a visible Embleo, so it may actually be inside his body like how Celia’s Embleo is in her eye.

(A tweet extracting each character’s “Personal Color” based on the color of their ribbon in the official Tales Channel+ member exclusive smartphone wallpapers that were distributed in April. -You can sign up to be a member for free on the Global site! You’ll need to do some extra steps if you live outside of Japan and want to be a member of the JP site, though (it’ll still be free, but like, VPN, JP address, they might just still straight up block you from registering this way and redirect you to the Global site, etc.)

A tweet extracting each character’s “Personal Color” based on the color of the backgrounds in three sets of badges. Since there are no official hex codes published for these characters’ personal colors, please feel free to use whichever set you’d like! Or you can make your own!)*

*On December 26, 2022, Tales Channel Plus published Luminaria’s Memorial Archive, which includes each characters’ official hex code. i don’t like deleting history, though, so you can see how fans tried to figure things out before we got official information.

A tweet showing the minimum episodes to go through before doing the episode Final. Even after the game’s over, I would still consider it useful for those who want to watch the minimum episodes to understand the main parts of the game’s story

A twitter user made a fan survey about various aspects of the game, so if you’re curious about the thoughts of a small sample size of the JP fans… An account that made a second fan survey about various aspects of the game, if you wanna know more about the thoughts of a small sample size of the JP fans…

Music box arrangement of Frederic’s ANSWER, Luminaria’s inspire song. A collection of recipe icons.

A thread about the story behind the #ルミナリア料理部 (Luminaria Cooking Club). The user also comments on how the recipes in Luminaria had the touch of a professional, whether they were a chef, nutritionist, or a general researcher. Regardless, an amateur couldn’t come up with these recipes. It’s a fascinating read, and I highly recommend it!

A fan created menus and put together some visuals to create a stunning concept idea for what a console version of Luminaria might look like.

[en-theheights]

I can’t believe some of you stans on Twitter wastes the oppurtunity that Oliver was giving. We can’t even make it to the damn finale without someone going and blaming Oliver for the shit he has no control over. I hope for his sake he never comes back. For anyone that blames Oliver for what happen, you can kindly unfollow me. The actor is not obligated to understand the sarcasm that was created on that site, nor should he have to. No one is required to have to see through dark humor in order to fit someone else’s narrative. Whoever is responsible, I hope you’re ashamed of your actions and rotting on the inside you piece of shit.

#Oliver stark #stan twt #what the actual fuck #I was literally so excited for his live tweeting #glad he’s off though #Twitter is a hell hole #and if you’re from Twitter please don’t bring that shot here #shit** #buddie #evan buckley

[erodasfishtacos]

could u please do like a harry x youtuber/influencer!reader and like lots of fluff🥺

Hi bubbie! Here you go :)))

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Language

Harry was panicking. His mum and sister were going to be here in less than two hours and he’s burnt the eggplant parmigiana he had worked tediously on. 

He grabbed what he had left in his fridge - ground beef, shredded cheddar cheese, and a little bit of bacon. 

It was the type of foods he usually strayed away from so sometimes when his shopper would bring this stuff home - he’d avoid it and admittedly sometimes it would go bad sitting in the fridge.

The singer pulls up YouTube onto his phone - hoping something would come up when he typed in the ingredients on the search bar.

He clicks on the first video by cookingwithnofucks. A chuckle at the name as an advertisement plays.

A cute, bubbly girl appears on screen in a beautiful modern kitchen. She has a shirt on that says ‘fuck the patriarchy and eat pizza’. A high ponytail and minimal makeup.

“Okay - today we’re making a cheeseburger casserole,” the girl chirps, “It’s a heart attack in a dish but it’s so fucking good.”

Harry finds himself smiling as he crinkles his nose - it sounds absolutely disgusting but he’s intrigued more by the girl on the screen.

“Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. Hiii, if you’re new - I’m Y/N and I do cooking shit. Subscribe to my channel and all that jazz,” she titters while cutting open her beef package.

Harry follows along step-by-step, shaking his head as she doesn’t describe the instructions nearly well enough and is generally all over the place.

It’s a fucking cooking channel and at one point the meat starts burning. She just laughs and says, “s’just a little crispy!” 

The casserole turns out looking even better than Y/N’s to be honest. It’s done in just the right amount of time for him to shower before his family arrives.

He makes sure to subscribe to her channel - eyebrows raising when he sees that she has 16 million subscribers.

Harry wanted to spend longer, looking at her social media but there was a fixed time so he locked his phone and went to get ready.

**

Anne - always the sweetheart just tells Harry that the casserole is delicious even as a bit of grease runs down her fork from the fatty meats.

Gemma wasn’t as kind, grimacing at the casserole and remarking, “You truly are turning into an American, huh?”

**

Laying in bed that night, Harry swipes back onto YouTube. Going back to the page he just subscribed to - under a pseudonym. He clicks on another video.

“Uh, okay. So I’m cooking...fuck, it’s called unicorn bark. It looks like a magical animal puke but it looks delicious so we’re going to try it.”

Harry realizes he’s been watching this girl cook for nearly an hour. Different videos from desserts to dinners.

She curses like a sailor, fucks up almost every recipe, and makes a mess everywhere. But she’s smiling and talkative which makes him quite memorized by her.

**

“I hate editing,” Y/N groans, letting her head fall dramatically against the desktop. Her best friend and dog looked at her oddly.

“I keep saying you need to hire someone, you stubborn bitch,” Laney retorts, clicking through her Instagram feed.

“Fuck off,” she tells her friend with no real heat. The video was almost fully edited - how to make spicy as fuck jalapeño poppers.

There is a calm silence for a while until Laney gasps, “Holy shit.”

“What is it?” Y/N asks, not really caring as she clicks her mouse to trim a segment.

“Harry fucking Styles just followed you on Instagram and Twitter!” Laney shouts, her dog - Rufus popping his head up in confusion.

Y/N looks at her friend to see if she’s really serious and sees no signs of deception. “Oh my god,” Y/N replies. She loved Harry Styles in One Direction and as a solo artist - a fangirl if you will.

Y/N was a well-known influencer and has run in the circles of many celebrities. She’s even met Liam Payne but she’s never been able to bump into Harry.

Her alerts tell her it to be true, she swallows as she looks back up at Laney, “He dm’ed me.”

“Open it! What did he say?” She squeals, squeezing herself on the chair next to her, peering over her shoulder at the phone.

Y/N is a bit nervous, trying not to have a mini aneurysm as she opens the message thread.

HarryStyles: Hello. Just wanted to let you know that your cheeseburger casserole recipe saved my ass last night. Cheers x

“He’s totally coming onto you,” Her friend states instantly, bouncing excitedly - she also had a bit of a crush on the singer.

It takes the two of them a minute to cool their shit before Y/N manages a reply.

Y/N/LN: Well I guess it’s only fair. Your songs have made a few of my nights much better. I’m a bit of a slut for Fine Line.

Harry laughs behind his screen at the cheeky reply he gets back. He’s usually never this forward - especially on social media where he likes to fly under the radar.

HarryStyles: Well if you fancy my music that much, I totally love for you to come to a show. I’m performing in New York City in two weeks.

“This has to be a joke, right?” Y/N sputters to her friend, eyes wide at the invite to a concert she already had tickets to.

Y/N/LN: I’m not going to lie, I already have tickets to the show. However, I don’t have any backstage passes to meet the man of the hour. Do you know someone who can hook me up?

It does wonders for Harry’s narcissism to know that she already had tickets for his concert. Was he really going to do this? He hasn’t met up with some like this since his One Direction days.

He had to remind himself - she may just be friendly and take this as a totally casual interaction. Which would be normal, Harry really shouldn’t be so infatuated with someone he’s watched cook on social media.

HarryStyles: I think I can arrange that. Shoot me your number? I’ll have them sent digitally to you with instructions on how to get backstage.

Y/N is a bit dumbfounded at how fast they agreed to meet up. A harmless backstage tour - he could just be a fan of hers and totally not interested, right?

**

Over the next few weeks, they never really stop texting. Harry sends her pictures of the recipes he copies off her channel - that usually always look better than the original. He sends her clips of him goofing around during tour rehearsal. FaceTimes her when he’s finally home for the night.  

She sends him videos of her watching Harry Styles Best Moment Part Five. A few photos she snaps throughout the city of him on billboards and buildings, in Times Square. YN facetimes him when she’s frustrated with filming or watched a sad movie.

It didn’t make sense to either of them how seamlessly they’d clicked - especially without meeting. They were a perfect balance for each other. Harry - laidback, organized, level-headed. Y/N - eccentric, all over the place, adventurous. 

Jeff had told him that he’s been gaining media attention from his social media interactions with Y/N. They like each other’s photos, begin following each other’s friends, and comment goofy things on their posts.

“Listen, I have a great idea,” Y/N begins - which Harry learned is never good. “You should film a video with me sometime.”

Y/N knew she was going out on a limb and instantly regretted the questions she’d been building the courage to ask for days when it’s quiet on his end. There’s static for a moment and Y/N needs to fill the silence.

“It was - I was just, uh, I know you’re probably too busy. I was -“ She stutters, embarrassment flooding her.

Harry cuts her off, “I’d love to.”

“Yo-you would?” She asks timidly. Was she really going to have Harry Styles in her apartment? If so, should she take down her poster?

He laughs sweetly, “Why do you sound so surprised? I can’t wait to come to New York, love.”

Y/N giggles, “Not the fact that you’re performing in front of a sold out crowd at MSG? I don’t think seeing me will top that.”

“I’ve been looking forward to meetin’ you in person since I came across your channel. You so lovely,” Harry replies, his voice a little softer but more serious.

“I’m nervous,” Y/N admits, picking at a thread in her jeans.

“Me too,” Harry murmurs, despite not wanting to admit it - he wanted her to know this was new territory for both of them. He didn’t want her to think that this was something that he did often. But a little too prideful to admit it’s the first time he’s ever done something quite like this.

“What if you don’t like me?” Y/N whispers, she...well she didn’t compare to the models he’s been seen with before. She’s regretfully fell into the rabbit hole of looking up his past flings and relationships.

Harry barks out a disbelieving laugh, “You can’t be serious, darling. I’ve been gone for you since I saw you burn that ground beef.”

**

Harry was having a bad day - scratch that. An awful one. He tried to go get coffee at eight in the morning and got bombarded by fans, he left the shop without even ordering. They followed him back to his car and it took him fifteen minutes to pull out.

His favorite Mickey Mouse Gucci suitcase he was bringing along on tour had busted. The zipper unraveling and the trim falling off as a result. It was a one-of-a-kind.

Then he’d been stuck on a Skype meeting about tour merchandise with a group of business partners for the last three hours - all he wanted was a fucking nap.

When Y/N’s contact vibrated across his screen, he’s itching to answer but declines as he needs to give these people his attention.

When she calls again, Harry feels a prickle of annoyance. It’s not even at her - to be quite honest. It’s just the shitty day and everything’s piling up.

He always got like this before he kicked off a tour - stress level maxed out and his ability to handle minor incidents nearly shot.

I’m busy

Okay! Sorry, just have a super exciting surprise for you, bub! 

I really do not feeling like talking. I’d rather be left alone.

Oh, alright. Hope everything’s okay! Do you still want to facetime later?

Harry leaves her on read because he doesn’t want to slip up and take out his frustration on her. He’d been known to do that and he didn’t want her to think he was anything but besotted with her.

**

Y/N feels a little hesitant as she begins the uploading process to her channel. The red loading bar told her it’d be twenty-minutes before it’s going to be posted to her 16 million subscribers - one of them being Harry himself. 

Twenty-minutes for her to back out and cancel the upload. She starts having doubts about it when Harry never replies to her text which is unlike him. 

She takes Rufus out to avoid staring at the loading screen with unnecessary anxiety and uneasiness.

**

Harry is just getting home from a business dinner with the touring company’s management team. The tension and anxiety from today piling up on his shoulders and he just wants to call Y/N and crash in bed. 

He tosses his keys in the little bowl in the entry and kicks off his dingy white vans to the side. His phone dings with an alert from Gemma.

You two are the literal cutest ever. It’s quite gross.

Harry slides onto a stool in his kitchen, confused by the text message before she’s sending the link to him.

Fine Line Inspired Cupcakes!

Harry isn’t quite sure why his heart starts pounding furiously in his chest. A sinking feeling in his stomach when he realizes that this was probably the surprise she was excited about.

He clicks on the thumbnail.

“Hiiii, it’s Y/N. Okay, well today we are going to bake some Fine Line inspired cupcakes. And if you haven’t listened to the album - get your ass out from rock you’re living under and stream it on Spotify!”

She has her hair down in long, waves and a loose cropped shirt that says TPWK in rainbow embroidery.

Harrys mouth is dry and he can’t take his fucking eyes away from the screen. 

“Soo, I was thinking the first batch would be cherry flavored? ‘Cause he has a song titled ‘Cherry’. Let’s start there. First - I need to find my measuring cups.”

In true Y/N fashion, she scours her kitchen - cussing and yanking stuff out of her neatly organized cabinets before huffing and storming off to the side.

She comes back into view, a little frazzled but smiling when she holds up the ring of plastic measuring spoons, visible bite marks notched into the material.

“My asshole of a dog had a little snack,” Y/N shows the camera before shrugging, “Let’s get this shit started. Okay, you’re going to need one cup of sugar - no wait, two? I can’t read my fucking handwriting.”

Harry’s absolutely enamored by this scatter-brained, giggly girl who manages to produce cute blue and pink cupcakes that very vaguely resembled his album cover. His heart felt a million times too big for his chest.

He was enraptured for the entirety of the thirty minute video without taking his eyes away once.

To be honest, he hadn’t felt this way since his last relationship which was over a year ago at this point.

It’s not even a thought as he’s requesting a FaceTime with Y/N. 

She answers after a few rings. She has a green face mask painted on her nose, chin, and forehead with gold eye masks under each eye. She is so fucking ridiculous it’s not even funny. 

What is even more ridiculous is how gone Harry is realizing he is for her. She was quirky, unfiltered, carefree. If he was honest - he hadn’t met a girl like that in a very long time - especially a well-known influencer.

“Hi! How was your day, grumpy?” Y/N asks brightly, making a goofy face as the mask begins to tighten and crack on her skin. Not holding the earlier conversation against him and deciding to just move forward. She understood how stressful it can be.

“M’sorry. I was a bit grumpy,” He admits, “I loved your new video, darling. Did you make those just f’me?”

He can tell she’d be blushing if her face wasn’t covered, a bit bashful as she mutters, “You already know I did it for you.”

“You’re too sweet to me, only six days until we meet,” Harry replies, voice taking on a slow, lazy drawl. 

“Six days,” Y/N repeats, eyes crinkling as she smiles with excitement.

**

“Is this outfit too much?” Y/N panics. Even though there’s literally nothing she can do about it - they’re already walking towards the backstage entrance of the massive arena. It’s still about two hours until the show starts but Harry requested her to come earlier.

Laney sighs, “For the millionth time, you look fucking sexy and Harry’s going to want to rail you right when he sees you.”

Y/N shoves her lightly with a faux annoyance as they meet up with a burly man who’s blocking the entrance to the backstage hallway and rooms.

She gives him their names and pulls up the passes on her phone before he’s nodding with any expression and letting them pass.

They’re not quite sure where to go from here so they begin to wander down the long hallway toward what looks to be the main area that people are milling about.

Y/N is nearly on the ground when someone rounds the corner without looking and walks right into her. Both of them let out huffs of air as they collide and attempt to stabilize themselves.

But there are large hands grasping her arms and holding her steady. In typical Y/N fashion she’s already cursing, “fuckin like a brick wall, look out next time.”

Then she’s looking up to Harry staring back down at her with an amused expression. He doesn’t let go of her and instead tugs her against his bare chest. He’s warm and a bit sweaty - like he’d just worked out. He was only in a pair of thin, running shorts, nike tennis shoes, and a little clip holding his hair off of his face.

Y/N can’t help but wrap her arms around his waist, returning the embrace and amazed by how right it feels to be in his arms. Her face tucks right against his collarbone and it’s like they’d known each other for years.

Pictures and videos don’t do this man justice. He’s gorgeous - sharp edges and dark inked skin. Tall and muscular but dimples that are carved in his cheeks. 

“Nice to meet you, m’Harry,” Harry rumbles, removing one hand from Y/N’s shoulder to reach out his hand to her friend.

Laney shakes his hand before asking, “Laney. I’ll leave you two lovebirds be. Where’s the food?”

Harry chuckles against Y/N’s wavy hair, “Down the hall to the left.”

Laney’s trailing off without another glance, she was very food motivated despite her skinny frame. Also not wanting to intrude of the very personal first moments of their meeting.

The popstar pulls back to look down at the girl he’s fallen for in mere weeks. She’s as beautiful as he thought she'd be - if not more. He can’t help himself, “Would it be too forward to kiss you?”

Y/N smiles widely, running a hand along his jawline, “I’ve wanted you to kiss me since you stayed up on FaceTime with me until two in the morning as I cried after watching The Notebook - despite me seeing it a million times.”

Harry ducks forward to press his lips softly to her, large hands come to cup the side of her face as they connect. He’s so gentle as he moves his mouth against hers. In true Y/N fashion, she’s bold and has no hesitation slipping her tongue into his mouth.

He’s so fucking in love with her. It doesn’t make much sense - it’s definitely not logical but he’s realizing that’s okay.

“Oii, get a room!” Someone shouts from down the hallway teasingly.

Harry flips them the middle finger and pulls back, pink lips swollen and puffy, dimples on full display, “Let me take you out to dinner after the show, darling.”

“You going to wine and dine me, Styles?” Y/N giggles, unable to contain the pleasant warmness he’s spreading through her body. 

“Mmm, have t’make sure you’ll want to keep me,” Harry murmurs happily against her lips once again, pressing kiss after kiss to her to make sure she’s real, “Definitely want to keep you.”

Y/N bites teasingly at his bottom lip, hand planted on the soft but firm skin of his stomach, “You’re never getting rid of me, hope you know that.”

“Was hoping you’d say that, now let me introduce you to my band.”

                                  -- ---- ---- -- 1 year later - -- --- --- --

“Hi bitches! Today is a super special day. We have the one, the only Harry Styles filming with us. I know that’s not really that special since he’s on here all the time with me. But we’re celebrating our one year anniversary!” Y/N smiles, bumping hips with Harry who stands dutifully next to her. 

Anyone viewing can see the absolute heart-eyes and adoration he has for the girl standing next to him. He’s still as lovestruck and gone for her as he was the first time they met. Harry’s fans were thrilled - for the first time in years, he’d opened up again.

They weren’t very public on social media beside’s tagging each other in memes and posting the occasional picture. Y/N was constantly uploading cooking videos from wherever in the world she was with Harry on his tour, she’d also begin making vlogs about different foods she’s been experiencing.

---

“Okay, so here in Peru - they’re known to have this really fucking spicy beef with noddles. So obviously, I’m going to make Harry try it first,” Y/N laughs as she props the camera up on the side of the table on a napkin holder.

Harry - who has a concert in a few hours - frowns at the steaming dish in front of him, “Darling, I don’t want to try it first. It’s going to burn my mouth. Not gonna be able to sing.”

“You’re sucha baby sometimes,” Y/N rolls her eyes, slurping up the noodles with her fork while making a silly face at her boyfriend. She pulls back, straight-faced, “It’s not hot at all. Tastes amazing, though.”

Harry takes that as an initiative to shovel a spoonful into his mouth. It only takes half a moment until his taste buds erupt in fiery flames from the spices, “You bloody little brat, y’tricked me! It’s so fuckin’ hot!”

Y/N smiles widely, laughing much too loudly in the restaurant when Harry chugs the glass of water next to the plate while glaring at his love. “I’m sorry, s’just to easy with you, lovie,” She replies, leaning over the table to press a kiss to his lips. 

He’s a sucker for her and kisses her right back despite his mouth being an inferno. His heart was on fire for her and that burned much more intensely.

---

“No, love. The instructions say baking soda, not baking powder. They’re not the same thing,” Harry sighs, attempting to read her scribbled, sloppy handwriting. She’d already spilled milk on half of the paper.

“S’interchangeable, right?” Y/N hums, cracking an egg into the bowl and Harry automatically knows to look to fish out the eggshells that’d she’d let slip in because she sucks at cracking eggs but always wants to do it.

Harry reaches over her, grabbing the vanilla extract and a teaspoon, “It’s not, baby. Lemme do this real quick.”

“Will you make me a grilled cheese after this?” She asks, nuzzling into his side and wrapping her arms around his waist as he finishes adding the wet ingredients to their bowl. Harry stopped questioning her thought process a long time ago.

Harry swipes his finger into the mixture of icing off to the side and rubs it right onto her nose, cackling at her pout and squeaking when she pinches at the fleshy skin of his hips. She in turn dips her finger into the sugary cream and pops it right into her mouth.

Harry eyes darken, watching her lips purse as she sucks off the icing. It was a dirty move on Y/N’s part and she knows it. It has her boyfriend dragging an icing-covered thumb along her collarbone before leaning down to slowly lick up the sugary trail with his tongue.

When Y/N slides her fingers into his hair and lets out a pretty moan, Harry’s standing back up, trailing over to the tripod and saying into the camera, “We’ll be back after a little commercial break,” and is then turning off the record button.

It takes little to no time for Harry to have Y/N’s bum on the countertop, mouth on her neck, and hand in-between her thighs.

And when they finally posted a very edited final cut of the video - well there may be a couple of fans who notice the how flushed Y/N is halfway through and a lovely purple mark on Harry’s neck that wasn’t there in the beginning of the video.

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[yunhoez]

Coincide

pairings: timeskip!suna rintaro x f!reader

genre: smut, FLUFF, tiny bit of angst like for 2 seconds, followed by more fluff

warnings: NSFW 18+, swearing, orgasm denial, public sex, breeding, "bunny", not proofread (its 3 am), I think that's it but pls let me know if I missed anything

a/n: this is really self indulgent, I had this thought in the shower and something about my trash ass ex seeing me happy with suna makes my brain go brrrrr. don't worry, I'm working on that in therapy :D anyways this is my first time writing smut, lol bye! hope y'all enjoy!!! <3

There’s no reason to attend a high school reunion with people you never liked nor thought of in years. Meaningless chatter mixed with the stench of beer, while the god awful fluorescent lights sting your eyes didn’t sound appealing to you. Yet here you are, standing against the wall of the poorly decorated banquet hall with a drink you’ve hardly touched. The “Welcome Class of 2017” banner in front of you, reminded you of just how little time has passed since you’ve seen these people. If it were up to you, you would’ve ignored the e-vite and binged a show you’ve seen 100 times already. However, your sweet boyfriend, Suna Rintaro, was so eager to see where you spent your teen years and the people who knew you way before he did. Not that they would have very many stories about you, considering how much you kept to yourself, but that didn’t stop Suna from RSVPing on your behalf.

“I fucking hate you.” you spat, taking a sip of your drink, wincing at the strength.

“I know.” suna smirked, handing you his beer and taking your drink for himself.

The both of you stood close together, watching people fein happiness at the sight of each other. What was the point in attending these events if not to show off how much better you’re doing to people who no longer matter to you, if they ever did that is. Suna nudged you lightly, motioning towards a group of people coming toward the two of you.

“Hey! I didn’t think you’d be here!”

“Yeah! Me neither!” you giggle, shooting a glare towards Suna who’s already grinning at you.

Suna knows you hate small talk, but something about seeing you perk up at the memories you’ve seemingly forgotten made him feel warm inside. Although you never wanted to admit it, you missed the people who made your teen years a little less terrible. Suna wrapped his arms around your waist, settling his chin onto your head, as the two of you listened to your friends reminisce about your antics.

“I’m telling you, this girl was in detention every single day!”

“Don’t act like you weren’t there with me!” you huffed, feeling Suna’s chest rumble with laughter. No one had ever taken much interest in your life, except for Suna. It was safe to say you had no idea how to react to his attentiveness when it came to you. You looked up at him, watching how he was soaking in the memories of you, that he didn’t get to witness. He smiles widely at the thought of you picking at your chicken sandwiches, only for you to eat the bread and call it lunch.

You notice the crinkle in his eyes, as he catches you in photos on the projector screen. You cover your face, a blush creeping onto your cheeks, as everyone awes at their younger selves. Suna grabs hold of your hands and pulls them down from your face, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“You know if I went to your school, I would’ve been afraid of you.”

“Says the one who looks bored out of his mind all the time.” you tease him, your gaze still fixed on the dimly lit screen.

“Guess we’re soulmates then.” he hums into your ear, tightening his grip around your waist.

The night went by smoothly, well as smooth as it can get when you’re surrounded by people who most definitely hated each other. Suna leads you to the bar, ordering a round of shots for the two of you.

“If we’re going to be here, we might as well take advantage of the open bar.” he grins, pouring salt onto your hand and handing you the tiny glass.

“I’m sure that’s the only reason so many people showed up.” you respond, licking the salt and downing the burning liquid. Suna brings a lime wedge to your lips, you suck on it lightly as he watches you intently. He brings it to his own mouth, draining the remainder of the juice before neatly folding it in a napkin.

“So what’s the story with those two over there?” he motions to the couple arguing a few feet from you.

“Them? They always do that, one minute they’re in love and the next they’re having a Twitter war.” you say, signaling the bartender for another round.

“Does that mean we’ll get to read some drama tonight?” Suna perks up, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. You giggle, clinking your glasses together and savoring the tequila running through you quicker than you expected.

“Already feeling it, pretty?”

“Pft. No, I’m just feelin’ fuzzy.”

Suna turns you to face him, his eyes starting to glaze over from the drinks. Everything around you feels hazy, but his touch is amplified as he taps on your lips to open. He wedges the lime into your mouth, gaze fixed on the way you swallow the tart juice and pucker your lips. Placing the fruit in his glass, he attaches his lips to yours, groaning at the mix of your sweetness and the sour taste of citrus. The lingering taste of tequila was replaced with his own, your body getting drunk off of him more so than the alcohol. He places his hand onto the small of your back, pressing you into him and eliminating any space between you two. A firm poke to your thigh was enough for you to have you moan softly into his mouth. He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two before snapping back onto his lips. He licks them, relishing in the haze of love and need he feels for you.

“Bathroom. Now.” he demands, throwing a wad of cash onto the bar and pulling you with him. A smile plastered on your lips as you follow close behind him, stumbling on your platforms.

The two of you stumble into the men’s bathroom, small giggles falling from your lips as Suna trips over his own foot before locking the door. You lift yourself up onto the counter, feeling the cold tile on your thighs and leaning against the mirror. Suna nudges your legs apart with his thigh, slipping in between them and running his hands up your short dress, peppering kisses along your neck.

“God, I love you.” he mumbles, pulling you closer to him and smashing his lips against yours. Your hands find their way to his hair, pulling at it slightly as he deepens the kiss and moans into your mouth. His grip on your ass tightens, before he makes his way between your legs. He lifts your dress and shoves your panties to the side, staring at the mess he’s caused.

“Always so wet for me, bunny.” he whispers into your core, placing a light kiss onto your clit. You whimper at the minimal contact and he grins, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe between your folds, savoring the taste he could never get enough of. “Fuck..” he moans, the cold metal of his ring clad fingers pumping into you slowly. The sinful moans of his name leave your mouth with no shame, the sound of him devouring you and your screams were sure to be heard from the hallway.

“Rin…” you moan out, your thighs tightening over his head as he continues to suck on your clit.

“You need me, baby?” he asks, looking up at you through his thick lashes. His honey eyes dripped with lust, as he moved his slick covered fingers to rub your clit. The small, tight circles cause your thighs to shake. “Answer me, pretty.”

“R-Rin… need you.” you stutter, feeling the familiar warmth in your stomach building up. You were so close, his fingers entering you once again and curling into your sweet spot. He grins at you, his face wet from your cunt, as he leans to press a kiss to your swollen lips. “Rin! I’m-”

“I know, baby. I got you.” he coos, going in and out of you faster. Just as you were about to reach your high, his fingers slip out of you. A mischievous grin plastered on his face, as he sucks on his fingers. You groan, covering your face and pressing your thighs together. “Ah… Ah…” He pushes your thighs apart with his body, unbuckling his belt and pulling himself out. “Thought you needed me?” He pouts, pumping himself slowly.

“I- Rin. Please, I was so close-” you whine, eyes pressed to his thick cock near your entrance.

“Spit on it.” you obey him, pursuing your lips to let the liquid fall onto his dick. He pumps himself, moaning and grabbing your face with his other hand. “Now tell me, pretty. What do you need?”

“Y-you.” you whisper, looking up at him with wide eyes as you unbutton his shirt. He places a sloppy kiss on your lips, breathing heavily when your cold hands replace his as you jerk him off. “Bend over for me.” His dark eyes watched you scramble off the counter, slipping your panties off and leaning over the sink. Your pretty face in the mirror looking back at him with pleading eyes as he rubs his cock against your cunt. He moans, pushing into you slowly, throwing his head back when he bottoms out. He stills, basking in the warmth of your plush walls.

“Fuck, Rin, move.” you huff, trying to relieve yourself.

“Am I not allowed to enjoy the moment?” he responds, gripping onto your hips tightly.

“Yeah, but- Fuck!” you moan at his sharp thrusts, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulls you back and forth on his dick. “Sorry, bunny. Couldn’t wait.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the steady pace of his thrusts driving you close to your peak once again. You reach your hand down to your clit, but Suna slaps your hand away. You look up at him in the mirror, his loving eyes boring into you, as he rubs at your clit in fast circles.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.” he praises, his head falling back, letting his moans get louder the closer he gets. “Gonna cum in you, fill you up, and make you a pretty mama.”

“Fuck- Suna, don’t- WHAT THE FUCK?” you scream, feeling the fullness of his dick leave your dripping cunt.

“Who the fuck is Suna?” he giggles to himself, his dick grinding in between your folds at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Rin, c’mon- shit!” you bite your lip, your walls clenching around him as he kneads your ass.

“Good girl.” he coos, one hand on your hip and the other pulling your dress down to let your breast fall out. He moans, gripping at the soft flesh. “You gonna let me cum in you, baby?”

“Yes, fuck… don’t stop.” you hum, your brain starting to fog up as you near your release.

“S-shit, ‘M gonna.” he hisses, feeling your walls clench as you ride out your orgasm. Your fucked out expression and loud screams of his name was enough to have him spilling into you. He moans out your name, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, before pulling out and watching him spill out of you.

“You’re lucky I’m on the pill.” you pant, looking up at the mirror to him snapping a photo of the two of you. “Rin!”

“What? It’s a good memory!” he defends, taking several photos from different angles before lifting you up and setting you down on the counter. He shoves himself back into his pants, tucking his shirt and buckling belt before averting his attention to you. Your arms wrap around his neck as he kisses you softly, mumbling sweet words into your lips. He breaks away to dampen a towel, wiping you down as you scroll through the many pictures he took. A loud knock breaks the atmosphere, followed by annoyed screams.

“Have some fucking decency, some people need to use the bathroom!”

You both look at each other, laughing loudly before putting yourselves together. Suna adjusts his shirt, leaving the top buttons open and ruffling his hair. You slip into your underwear, smoothing out your dress and reapplying your lipstick. He gives your ass a light slap before opening the door and exiting, his eyes flicker between the couple outside. Suna’s lips twitch, realizing who the man leaning against the wall is. A smug expression spreads across his face, as he reaches his hand out for you.

“Sorry your sex life’s so boring.” he grins. You grasp his hand, walking out and nodding to the couple, recognizing the familiar set of eyes that you once adored.

“Sorry about that, bathroom's all yours.”

You squeeze Suna’s hand twice, a signal the two of you made up for when you’re feeling anxious. He quickly wraps his arm around your waist, pressing you into his side and placing a soft kiss onto your head. He hums quietly, leading the two of you out of the banquet hall and out to the garden. You stop at a bench, overlooking the city. The soft chirps of crickets and Suna’s intoxicating scent grounds you, a sense of relief washing over you.

“Fuck high school reunions, can’t believe you wanted to come here.” he jokes, pulling you onto his lap and holding you.

“Oh, shut up. You loved every minute of it.” you nuzzled into his chest.

“Particularly the bathroom part.” he hummed. “You okay?”

You sighed happily into his chest, nodding in response.

“So, tell me, what did the side bang do for you?”

“Shut the fuck up, Rintaro.” you hiss, getting up from his grasp, only for him to pull you back and attack your neck with kisses. Your laugh fills his ears, followed by your small fists punching his arm lightly in an attempt to get him to stop tickling you. A blush creeps onto his cheeks, the overwhelming feeling of love feels his body. He pauses his attack, your love laced insults about how irritating he could be was music to his ears. You’d never admit it to Suna, but you were glad he dragged you here. Seeing how his usual deadpan expression changed every time you were talked about made your heart swell. Maybe these things weren’t that bad, as long as he was by your side.

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[aoitrinity]

Why Do I Have to Feel Like a Fucking Conspiracy Theorist -- OR -- How I Find a Semblance of Peace on Sunday Night

I’m also going to start this out with a GIANT DISCLAIMER.

I am about to theorize about what may have happened to the SPN finale. I have absolutely no insider knowledge. I am merely speculating here based on the panels and a bunch of Twitter and Tumblr posts that I have been reading over the last few days. If you are not in a good place to read such things, TURN BACK PLEASE. Go take care of yourself and your mental health. You and your feelings are valid and deserve to be handled gently right now.

Additionally, if you are here to give me shit for being unhappy with the ending, please walk away as well. I am here to reach out and share my feelings with people who might be struggling to make sense of something that upset some of us in very deep-seated ways. I am not here to bother you or critique you or tell you that you’re lesser because you liked the ending. If you felt it was good, then go enjoy it.

Long-ass post beneath the cut, everyone.

Alrighty folks...I debated whether or not to do this because I have been spiraling down the hell that is the SPN finale since Thursday. The travesty of what happened to our show--to this beloved show that seemed to have been so perfectly and precisely written for at least four years that it had basically already paved its own tarmac on which to land its plane and we all thought we knew exactly what we were going to get. And then we didn’t. We had a nigh Cas-less and entirely Eileen-less ending. We had no goodbye between Cas and Jack. We had Dean dying young after finally finding his freedom, only to ascend to heaven with no one but Bobby. We had the weird, weird, weird incest-y death scene. We had the bridge crane shot thing because...sure. You do you, Robert Singer.

It was so terrible, so truly awful, and I couldn’t seem to square any of it with anything we had known going in. I tossed and turned and cried and didn’t eat or sleep all weekend. I spent hours just reloading tumblr and twitter, going to the Misha panel, reading and reading and listening and trying to figure out what the fucking hell is going on because I needed to know exactly where to direct my anger. And after a fuckton of talking with @winchester-reload, I think we have at least a very plausible theory about what happened here--I’m laying it out below as much for my own peace of mind as anything else, because otherwise all of these thoughts are going to continue to spin around in my head for weeks and I won’t be able to do jack shit.

Now to start off, unfortunately I do think Dean was slated to die from the beginning of this season. I don’t know WHY they thought that was the best way to go, and I wish they had listened to Jensen on this one. Part of me wonders if it was an order from on high based on the discussion between Becky and Chuck earlier this season--the writers knew it wasn’t a great choice, but they were trying to signal to us that we should feel free to write our own endings to the story because they’d be better (I can wax poetic on the signs of why many of the writers probably wanted Dean to live, but that’s another post). I’m not defending that choice by any means, just laying it out there that I think they didn’t necessarily all want to kill Dean like they did.

However, what I THINK I can explain now is what happened with Misha and why we got so jerked around with Cas’s story. Consider what we know (I can’t immediately source all of it, but I did my best):

At the end of episode 15x19, Lucifer has been returned to the Empty after being killed AGAIN. He talks with Cas. Maybe harasses him a bit about Dean, idk. But then...Jack shows up. New God Jack. And he picks up Cas and pulls him out of the Empty, leaving Lucifer behind, because seriously. Fuck that guy (also leaving behind his abusive father is character growth for Jack, so yay for that).

-Misha was contracted to film 15 episodes this season. He was only in 14.

-Misha told Michael Sheen he had to go back to film 1.5 episodes after the shutdown in March. (Starts at 6:13)

-Misha was in Vancouver during filming of the finale.

-Mark P said at Darklight Con that the last scene he filmed was with Alex and Misha (and Mark P was only in episode 19).

-Misha implied that he was present for various filming moments, including Dean’s death (start at 35:15), and said that it felt like a “mini-reunion.”

-Various sources have mentioned that Jimmy Novak was supposed to be in the finale.

-After episode 18, Stands tweeted a fan who was angered and hurt by Cas's death that they could talk about the “bury the gays” issue after the finale aired.

-In episode 19 we know there were takes of the parking lot scene where the only thing fans observing could hear was Dean yelling “CAS” at Chuck (fuck I can’t find this one right now, but it’s definitely out there)

-Also in episode 19, we had a very strange, awkward montage at the end of the episode.

-In episode 20, we know there were a FUCKTON of missing scenes

-We also had no opening montage, but three other separate montages.

-Carry on My Wayward Son was played TWICE, back-to-back at the end of the episode.

-Episode 20 was shorter than normal and had surprisingly little dialogue. The pacing was VERY strange.

-The cast and crew has been almost completely silent about the finale since it came out. When they have spoken, it has been with an awkward excuse of “Uh...COVID?”

-Samantha Ferris has specifically noted that, despite the Harvelle’s being back in play and a big heaven reunion having been planned pre-COVID, neither she nor Chad Lindberg received any such invitation to return.

-Cas and Dean POP Funko figures were pictured together in a replica of Harvelle’s in 15x04.

NOW with all of this in mind (and I’m probably missing some stuff too because there is so much--feel free to add on to that list), please bear with me because here is what I think we were SUPPOSED to get POST-COVID (after it was determined that the reunion couldn’t happen because of the virus):

In episode 20, we start with our NORMAL OPENING MONTAGE, like always. It traces everything that happened during the season. We are reminded of Cas. The confession. Rowena. Eileen. Jack. Billie, God, the Empty, all of it. 

Things then follow along in the episode where they did up until Dean dies and wakes up in heaven. After his conversation with Bobby, he drives off to find Cas (who, in the script, was listed as “Jimmy Novak” in order to protect against script leaks--who wouldn’t want to do their best to avoid spoilers about the finale with the wrapping of a fifteen-year show?). He does indeed find Cas. We get Dean’s end of the confession. Hell, maybe we even get a kiss. And then Dean sets up his new heaven home in the recreated Harvelle’s. Maybe Cas even fucking moves in. 

Years pass. We get Sam having his life on Earth (still can’t explain why they cut Eileen and couldn’t even have Sam signing vaguely to the blurry brunette in the background; if anyone wants to take that on, go for it). Eventually, Cas tells Dean that it’s almost Sam’s time. Dean takes Baby and goes to meet Sam at the bridge. The cover of Carry on My Wayward Son plays during this much shorter sequence. End of episode.

But that’s not what we got. Instead, much of what I just wrote about was excised from the episode. The remnants were stitched together after shooting had been wrapped. Filler was added in the form of montages and long, unnecessary extra shots to get the episode to something approaching a reasonable length. 

But why? Why would they spend all that time and money and quarantining on Misha, only to almost completely cut him out of the finale? I struggled with why the fuck the CW would want this mammoth show to go down as the greatest queerbait in TV history when they had the chance to do something truly beautiful and monumental with it? It couldn’t just be sheer homophobia, right? Well, I think that factored into it, my friends, but here is where my head is at right now.

It was about cold, hard cash.

Now I could be wrong, but this is what I’m thinking at the moment: Supernatural is going off of the air. Supernatural, the CW’s cash cow for fifteen years. Sure there is still money to be made on blu-rays and merchandise and cons...but they need people watching their shows. They need that sweet advertising revenue. And you know what show they have about to premiere? A show that could, potentially, bring with it a chunk of that SPN revenue?

Walker.

And if any of you know anything about the original Walker Texas Ranger, you know that the show was predominantly a show about a very heterosexual white man being very excessively heterosexual. And for SOME REASON over the years, many of the execs at the CW still seem to think that this show, Supernatural, is really attractive to a lot of middle-American white men...whom they desperately want to watch this new show with this guy from Supernatural that they already know.

Now here’s where COVID fucked us. I think Destiel was greenlit by TPTB, at least in SOME form, before COVID. But then the pandemic happened, and they panicked. They got the cut of the last two episodes and watched them in their original, probably queer form. And then, the execs at CW looked at the economy. They looked at their cash cow, about to make its journey to the great beyond. And they looked at this new little calf Walker that they were so desperately worried about. And they made a choice.

They decided that it would be too risky to take the step with Destiel. They were worried about frightening off their ever-so-valuable hetero male demographic with the possibility that a traditionally masculine man in his 40s could be in love with another man in an overt way. It was homophobia mixed with greed, spun up by fear for their revenues because of COVID.

So they called in Singer, possibly Dabb, although I wouldn’t be surprised if they went straight to Singer. They told them that Destiel had to go: executive orders. And the only way to make it go in a way that removed any trace of what had been there was to rewrite what happened to Cas and cut him out from the last two episodes entirely. It was too late to reshoot anything. They had to just cut and stitch and fill with bullshit montages. 

They removed the scene at the end of 19, probably because Cas and Lucifer discussed Dean. All that was left of Misha there was his voice on that fake phone call. They may have cut other things too, but I would bet my life that they cut a scene from the end of the episode and replaced it with that very strange montage. Then they moved onto 20. They cut out every scene with Cas. And left in only two platonic mentions of him, neither made by Dean. They tried to imply that Cas might show up in Dean’s heaven at some point, but that was as far as the editors could go in the time they had. They filled in with montages, awkwardly long shots, anything they could do to fill all of those missing scenes.

And they even had to take the opening montage, because literally everything in it pointed to Cas being there at the end of it all. They wouldn’t be able to leave out his scenes, they were too critical to the season. They couldn’t cut his confession without raising eyebrows. So they cut the whole thing and moved “Carry On My Wayward Son” to one of the newly-added driving montages at the end. Which is why we awkwardly had both songs play back-to-back--again, such a strange choice unless they were out of options and couldn’t exactly buy rights to a new track or compose anything else.

And so we were left with the shadow of the finale that we deserved, that Cas and Dean deserved. We were left without resolution or happiness or words. Bobo told us the most important thing about happiness is just “saying it” and our characters were silenced without anyone ever knowing the truth.

I think the writers might have known and been given the new party line that “Misha never filmed, he couldn’t, sorry, it was COVID, no one’s fault!” But I don’t think most of the cast even knew it had happened until they watched the finale on Thursday with us (though they might have been confused why the bit from 15x19 was sliced, they could reasonably have assumed it was a time thing and also BL episodes don’t make sense anyway). Why do I say that?

Well, first of all, Misha started sending out a bunch of excited texts to fans with some old BTS pictures about an hour before the show started airing on EST. He also wanted his children to see the episode, his YOUNG children. Why would he show them such a traumatic episode if their Dad wasn’t in it? What if it was because he wanted them to witness what was going to be a monumental moment in queer television history that their DAD got to be a part of? And then that was all dashed.

Which is why I think the cast and crew went almost completely radio silent the next day. I don’t think they knew. And based on how they have been acting on social media since then, I think many of them are absolutely furious, but they have been silenced because of NDAs, because they want to find work again in a cutthroat industry, because they don’t want to bring down the hellfire of Warner Brothers Entertainment upon themselves. So the most we have gotten is a little acknowledgement from the MERCHANDISING COMPANY trying to validate our pain (god bless Shirts, she is a LIFESAVER) and a response to my salty tweet about keeping good stuff in the closet from Adam Williams (the VFX coordinator) that seemed to acknowledge the validity of my complaint.

Then there was a scramble behind the scenes, I would bet my life. Talking points were fed to the boys who had panels today, to CE, to all the cast and crew:

Toe the party line. Misha never filmed. This was always about COVID. Do not mention Destiel. Do not mention Dean’s feelings for Cas. Do not promote the Castiel Project or anything that validates the idea that this was anything less than a superb ending.

And that is why we have heard so little from the cast on this front, and what we have heard has been muddled and contradictory. That is why the writers are saying nothing. That is why we have been left adrift.

Now before I close this out, I do want to say that I really, genuinely do not think this was on the writers at all. I feel like they tried to give us the best ending that they could, in a writers room that we know is notorious for splitting along party lines about the overall story (BL and Singer, who have always been about the brothers and their man-pain vs. Dabb and the rest who always seemed to want more for them and for Cas). I think they did everything in their power to at least end with Dean and Cas happy together. If they could give us nothing else, they wanted to give us that. And then the network took it from them. From us. From everyone.

For the sake of fucking money. 

And the WORST PART OF IT ALL, for me, is that in the wake of this disaster, the fans have been left to try and figure out what happened. We have had to wade through a mire of conflicting information in the midst of all of our collective anger and grief over this garbage ending of a show many of us have loved and even relied on for YEARS, all the while wondering if we’re just fucking crazy, if we have all fallen collectively into the hole of conspiracy theories. That hurts ESPECIALLY badly because we have taken so many hits over the years from other groups on social media saying we were crazy for seeing things that weren’t there (especially Destiel), for writing meta and analyzing tropes and believing the evidence of our eyes and ears. The network has made us relive that entire nightmare WHILE processing our grief for a show we wanted so badly to celebrate and which instead we now have to mourn.

So again guys, I cannot prove that this is exactly what happened at all; this is simply my idea of what may have happened. But right now, it’s the most sense I can make from this mess, and to be honest, the act of typing it out has helped me enormously in my processing of it all. I feel like I can see more clearly, like I know where to target my outrage and where to direct empathy. I feel like just fucking maybe, I might be able to do my job tomorrow without bursting into tears at random moments. 

I really hope that this post has helped some of you to, in some small way, process this too. We get through this the way that Misha told us at his panel this morning, the way the writers have told us to do all season long...we throw out the story God gave us and we make it better. We write our characters the happy endings they deserve. 

We save them.

One last thing--if you have not already, please consider channeling your rage into a donation to one of the five causes our fandom has put together to pay tribute to our beloved show and to mourn the ending it should have had:

-The Castiel Project

-Dean Winchester is Love

-Sam Winchester Project

-The National Association of the Deaf

-The Jack Kline Project

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[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part One. George: the definition of “hello, have you met my friend?”

warnings: none word count: 1568 (not including pictures) *** Bugsy is Y/n’s username! I got too attached to change it to y/u/n so change it in your mind if you’d like :) 

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Y/n sighed lightly as she set her phone on the desk in front of her. Her eyes traveled back to her monitor, where George was sharing his screen on Discord as he practiced speedruns. Y/n and Sapnap were on call with him to keep him company.

The cold air around her nipped at her skin, sending chills and bringing goosebumps. She pulled her hoodie closer to her body, tucking her feet on her chair to curl herself in a ball.

"This run sucks," George mumbled. "I thought it was going to be good."

"It would have if the village actually had anything useful," Sapnap commented. "There was a lava pool at spawn and everything."

"What do you think, Bugsy? Should I start over?"

She hummed, squinting at the screen. "Yeah, you should."

He left and started a new run.

"Karl's replies on Twitter are always so funny," Sapnap giggled after a few moments of silence. "He's so formal."

"I love that kid. That's my best friend right there, no cap," Y/n said with a smile. She and Karl had been friends for a few years now. They met through their parents being friends and shortly found out the other streamed and quickly bonded over that as their fanbases grew.

"Did you see Wilbur's response to your tweet?" Sapnap asked. "Man wrote you a letter."

"What did the tweets say?" George asked, half-listening as he focused on his run.

Sapnap read them and George laughed through his nose. "How could you ask for a Minecraft boyfriend while you're literally on a call with us while I'm playing Minecraft?"

"Just keeping my options open," Y/n laughed. "Don't worry, I'm wearing a GeorgeNotFound hoodie as we speak."

"I'd be worried, George. There are quite a few proposals in the responses."

"Shut up," Y/n muttered, a smile on her face that she was glad neither of them could see. "George, you remember my roommate is in love with you, right? Don't upset her by being jealous of boys coming after me."

"You're an idiot," George breathed out in a laugh. "No, she's not."

"She is. Very much."

"No, no, she isn't."

"George," Sapnap sighed dramatically. "Just accept that you can be loved."

"You're both idiots, okay?" George laughed awkwardly. "This seed is terrible," he groaned.

"Wait!" Sapnap yelled. "Village on the left!"

George quickly turned and ran towards the village to loot it. Y/n watched with Sapnap as George found iron and a few other valuable things.

"Oh! This might be okay."

"Bugsy?" Sapnap asked slowly, sounding confused.

"Sapnap?" she replied in the same tone.

"Have you not met Quackity?"

"No. What made you ask?"

"I just saw his response to your tweet."

"Why are you two on your phones? I'm speedrunning!"

"Because you still haven't made it to the nether on any of them," Sapnap bit. "How are you best friends with Karl and you haven't you met Quackity?"

"I dunno. I just haven't. There's a lot of people I have only spoken to through Twitter replies."

"Like who?" George asked.

"Why are we only talking about me?" Y/n asked in slight frustration. She wasn't fond of talking about herself because she wasn't used to it. "This is George's stream."

"Well, now I'm really curious so I wanna talk about this," George laughed. "Who haven't you met?"

"I dunno!" she said, flustered. "Quackity, Wilbur, Dream, Tubbo, Tomm-- wait, no I met Tommy. He yelled at me."

"Wait, wait, what?" Sapnap interrupted.

Y/n paused but neither of them said anything. "What?"

"You haven't met Dream?" George asked, sounding equally as confused.

No one said anything. "No? Why is that surprising. I mean, we've joked through tweets and stuff but I've never played with him or actually spoken to him."

"What about DMs and stuff?" George asked.

"Nope. Dream is just thirsty in my replies like Wilbur," she joked, feeling the anxiety of the awkward pauses seep through her skin and touch her bones. Why were they being so weird about it? "Why is that so shocking that a man with, like, 15 million subscribers has never spoken to me?"

Sapnap laughed. "I'm just genuinely surprised that he hasn't reached out to you before."

"Yeah, me too," George agreed. "He talks about you in a way I thought you guys were good friends. And you're friends with us so I just assumed you were friends with him too."

Y/n laughed, nervous at the mention of being talked about. "Well, he must be a pussy or something because I have yet to receive any acknowledgement from Dream Was Taken besides him occasionally replying to my tweets and Instagram pictures."

George laughed suddenly, making Y/n look at the monitor with George's screen quickly, which wasn't moving. "What happened? Did you find something?"

"No," George's screen began moving again and he started building a portal. "Dream just texted me because he's watching the stream."

"What did he say?" Sapnap asked.

"He said, 'can I join the call? I don't want Bugsy to think I'm a pussy'," George answered, lowering his voice to a mumble before adding, "And something else he'd probably kill me if I said out loud."

Sapnap and George laughed at Y/n's silence. She was only joking, not intending to challenge him to talk to her. Honestly, she was relieved he had never spoken to her because he intimidated her. Meeting people made her nervous and Dream was no different. If anything, he was worse because he was a big deal and he kinda flirted with her sometimes, which gave her butterflies in a way she didn't like.

"I'm adding him to call," George announced.

"Wait, you're not going to check if I'm okay with meeting him live in front of 80,000 people?" Y/n asked with a small, nervous laugh.

"No, because it's my stream. I can do what I want. I can't live another second knowing you two have never talked."

"I think Bugsy's scared!" Sapnap coeed.

"I think so too!"

"You wish," Y/n muttered.

A small sound emitted from Discord, notifying everyone that someone joined the voice chat.

"Hello Dreeaamm..." George dragged out as he navigated the nether. "I made it to the nether, Sapnap. Will you get off your phone now?"

"Yeah, I guess. Hi Dream!"

"Hello," Dream said casually. "Hello, Bugsy."

Y/n lowered in her chair more, pulling her hood up and closing it tight over her eyes. No one could see her but his voice made her feel seen.

Sapnap giggled and George laughed. Dream breathed out a laugh. Y/n responded with a small, "Hi."

"Bugsy, you're such a liar!" Sapnap called out. "You are so scared."

"Shut up, Sapnap!" she chuckled.

"Scared of what?" Dream asked innocently.

"Meeting you," George answered. Traitor.

"Forgive me," Y/n started, sitting up in her seat and pulling open her hood to watch George play, "for being nervous to meet Mr. Speedrun in front of a huge live audience." She decided to joke around to hopefully ease the nervousness under her skin. "I'm just worried he's going to flirt with me again and I'll have to embarrass him in front of everyone by rejecting him again."

They all laughed.

"I mean, you already said Karl was in the lead for being your Minecraft boyfriend, so I really have no shot," Dream said.

"As if I'm letting some girl named Bugsy steal my fiance!" Sapnap yelled.

"Ah!" The attention was ripped away from Y/n as George screamed. Y/n looked at the screen, watching as her friend was getting attacked by a hoard of zombie pigmen.

"Why did you hit one, George?" she teased.

"I didn't mean to! AHH!!" he screeched, making everyone laugh. "STOP ATTACKING ME!"

"George!" Dream laughed. "Just run, you won't be able to kill them all!"

"I'm trying!" George fell in lava and screamed again. His death appeared on the screen and Y/n could hear him slam his desk. "That run was so good until the zombie pig came out of nowhere."

He started a new run and it was quiet for a moment before Dream's soft voice spoke again. "Well, Bugsy. I hope you forgive me for taking so long to speak to you."

"I-I was just kidding about you being a pussy," she mumbled, making him laugh.

"No, it's true. I was."

"Come on, Dream, sliding in my DMs is easy," she joked. "You could have if you wanted to."

"Trust us," George laughed, "he wanted to."

"What?" Dream asked George loudly, making Sapnap laugh.

"Dream, you talk about her all the time. George and I were both led to believe you were already friends based on how you talk about her."

"How I talk about her? What does that mean?" Dream sounded defensive and it made Y/n smile.

"You're always like, 'Bugsy did this' and 'Bugsy tweeted that', and 'I have to do a face reveal before Bugsy does because she'll outshine me'," Sapnap teased.

"Okay, the last one? I never said that. You're lying about that."

"But the rest of it is true?" Y/n teased.

"Look, you play good and your tweets are funny! I didn't come on here to get bullied, oh my gosh."

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A/N: this is my first time attempting a social media fic so the theme of this series is gonna be ignore the number of likes/retweets and stuff just know that y/n is a much smaller streamer she only gets a lot of likes and stuff when it involves other mcyt ya know okay fun times 

Please give feedback!! I hope you enjoy it!!! I don’t have a schedule right now but I might in the future if this series gets a lot of attention :) as of right now i’ll try to update at least once a week! 

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[puredivinity]

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warnings: nsfw (18+), sex on camera/camera sex, ever so slight degradation, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (photographer’s studio), creampies, spitting, cumplay, snowballing (don’t look at me), college au. there’s a threesome hidden in here somewhere, look for it and you’ll see. Eren is also a tease. <3 

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It was your idea. Your idea.

Your silly, stupid, and offhanded suggestion while eating lunch with him.

‘Perhaps we should make one of those,’ you laughed with him, referring to an OnlyFans post you’d seen earlier in the sitting while scrolling through Twitter. Eren had only snorted in response, which was more of a reaction that you thought he’d give you—he didn’t like when people touched his stuff. His property—whether it be his girlfriend or his headphones—wasn’t allowed to be touched, and especially not seen. Not like that.

He never shot down the idea, though. Instead, he drank in the idea, flipping it through his mind like one would flip a coin absentmindedly. Mulling over it, smoothing out the idea and potential execution in his mind. He’d heard about it plenty of times, and not once in his careful deliberation did he seriously consider the fact that you might’ve been joking because he wasn’t.

He connected the dots a week later when he met up with you at your home. You were studying, reviewing some problems in Calculus—that he honestly couldn’t care less about—when he clicked his pen and caught your attention. “You remember what you said the other week?” Eren drummed his fingertips on the table, green eyes staring right into yours with an expression you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion. “To be fair,” you put down your textbook on the wooden table, “I said a lot of things last week. Do you mean when we were at lunch?” He nodded. “Then okay, enlighten me, because I’m still confused.”

“You brought up something about that website, OnlyFans,” your eyes widened slightly at his words, “Said somethin’ about making an account. I’ve been thinking about it and—“

“Yeah, yeah, I remember,” you scratched your cheek with your nail, “but I was just kidding, I didn’t think you’d take it seriously.”

“Well I did, and I’ve been thinking about it since you asked me. Though I didn’t think you were joking, so there’s that.” Of course, he didn’t. “So, is that a no?”

“It’s not a no or a yes,” you mumbled and averted your gaze away from Eren’s intense one. Sure you had considered doing that, but not seriously. You had said it as a joke and had fully intended for it to be that and only that, but you can’t sit here and honestly say that no part of you doesn’t want in; the idea of camera sex is enticing, tempting even, but there are risks of people finding out. “Say we do this,” you folded your hands in your lap, eyes focused on the way your thumbs twiddled in nervousness, “there are too many risks, aren’t there? What if someone sees or recognizes me? Or you?”

“I’m fine with being recognized. I don’t care if anyone sees, or doesn’t see, so it’s no issue for me,” he nudges your foot underneath the table to get you to look at him, “it’s only a suggestion, babe. We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He’s right, and you know it; he wouldn’t press the matter any further if you gave a sign that you were uncomfortable and that you didn’t want to do it. The only reason you hadn’t outright refused the proposal is that there’s a part of you that did. A part of you that wanted to be on camera, fucking your boyfriend even just to watch it back on your own. The mere idea had heat rising between your legs. Although reluctantly, and with knowing the risks you faced, you agree.

“Sure,” you murmured, speaking low to hide your shame in admitting this out loud, even though the two of you were alone in your dorm room.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you?” There was a hint of teasing in his voice, and a twinge of happiness in his eyes. Asshole.

“I said sure,” you huffed and lightly kicked his shin with your foot, “get back to work before I change my mind.” He made you roll your eyes with a wide grin and picked up his pencil.

Your idea, to which he happily agreed.

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“Look at the viewfinder,” he murmured to you, tilting your head up with three fingers, “You’re so wet and we’ve barely even done anything.”

The red light on the expensive camera is blinking, an indication that it’s recording. It has about five minutes to the tape, and Eren’s been absolutely nothing but a tease in that time—teasing you with his fingers, slipping his cock through your slick folds—it’s unfair.

He has you kneeling above him, legs parted and your entire body is bare, save for your panties that hang just between your thigh and your calf. They’re soaked—so much so that the camera picks up on it—and you’re dripping down your thighs. Two fingers plug you from below—Eren is right beneath you, legs outstretched and pants pulled down to his mid-thighs, and his cock stands free. You’re leaking onto him, which he relentlessly teases you for, and you think that if you could see your face, you would be embarrassed. It’s nearly enough to make you close your eyes, but you don’t; you want to see what he’s doing to you.

Eren retrieves his middle and ring fingers from your cunt, shiny and coated with your slick. “Look,” he coos, feigning awe, and you cannot help but follow his words, “you’re drenched, princess. You see that?” You nod and receive a light tap on the ass. “They can’t hear you.”

‘Mhm,’ comes the quick, high-pitched reply that he was looking for. He’s really glad he chose the zoom lens for this video, because it gives the audience (and you) a perfect view of your drooling pussy and puffy clit, pushing out from beneath your hood. His favorite is the way you clench around him when he sinks his fingers back in, and practically beg him for more when he removes them; it’s music to his ears.

He brings his fingers up to your mouth, pushing the soaked tips against your lips, and you open; wide, wrapping your pretty lips around his large fingers, resting on your tongue. Swirling your tongue up and over the digits—one, two, three times—and he heartily praises you, calling you a ‘good girl’.

Eren curls an arm around your hips, holding you firmly, tightly in place, and the head of his cock bumps your swollen clit, making you gasp in response; “Sink,” he commands and you obey, not wasting a second to angle your hips just right, and cock slips through that first ring of muscle, and you can feel his stare burn you from behind.

Removing his fingers from your obedient mouth, his hands fall to your thighs and hold your legs in a tight grip, prying them open so your pussy is on full display for the camera; stuffed full of his cock and creaming around him. “Look at that, guys,” he pushes his hips upward and spreads around some of the cream gathered at the base, “isn’t that just sinful?”

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The light on the camera blinks again, and you’re fifteen and a half minutes into the video. The room you’re in is lit red, and it’s dark, but there’s just enough light for the viewer to tell exactly what you’re doing.

Eren’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of your inner thighs, leaving nail-shaped marks deep enough to stay for a while as he drapes them right over his shoulders. He’s sucking shamelessly at your clit and curling his fingers just right inside of you, tongue lapping up the white liquid he stuffed you full of just moments prior.

You’d just finished a lingerie shoot for his magazine, and he took liberties on being the last one in the studio, not even bothering to be sure that he locked the door before he ravished you on the pink couch they lent him for his shoot. It was clear on camera that something had already been done both to and on that couch, seeing as there were wet spots directly above your head and below you.

“Oh—oh, please,” you tangled your fingers in his hair and your toes curled, “I can’t—I can’t take anymore.”

“You can take whatever I give you, princess,” He murmured to you in reply, a thin line of saliva leading from his open mouth to where he detached from you, “you know that.”

You don’t have time or the words in your muddled brain to form a coherent sentence before he makes you cum and squirt all over his fingers, delivering two light ‘slaps’ to your pussy. He rises up and out of frame, kneeling on the cushion beside you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder while grinning at the camera.

He uses his index and ring fingers to spread your pussy lips and dips his middle finger in your hole. The pressure forces some cum to leak out and start pooling below you, and Eren lets out a very pleased chuckle.

“See? How pretty.”

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This time, it’s a multi-perspective shot. The main camera in front of you and the second one is positioned right below your spread legs. The angle obscures most of your face, showing from your lips downward, zoomed in on you and your position. Bare for the camera, save for a thin red collar loosely secured around your neck and a dress that's been bunched up to your waist and since forgotten.

Only the two of them can see it, but the sight of you is one to behold; you look amazing with your makeup smeared and running down your cheeks, so much so that both of them took a picture. The cameras on their phones flash and you blink away the thought of someone seeing you on your knees like this.

You’re finally more in the frame after four videos, and Eren is quick to tell you to wave and you waste no time in obeying. “Say hello and be good.” He groans when you take him fully, “N’ pay attention to him, too.” Eren lets out a loud moan mingled with a swear, pushing your head down to shoot his cum down your throat, “Don’t ignore him.”

You pull away from him, making eye-contact through glossy and hazy eyes. You stick your tongue out for him, showing him the way his cum sits on it, not swallowing for him like the good girl you are.

“Good,” he approves, jerking his head forward. “Don’t swallow until he tells you.”

You take Eren in your right hand and turn your attention to the man on your left. His eyes rest on the sight before him, drinking it in. He lifts a hand from his side and cups your jaw, tilting your head down so he can get a better look. “Open wider,” Armin tells you and you comply, batting your eyelashes and opening as wide as you could. He makes a noise of approval and doesn’t break eye contact as he spits in your mouth, mirroring Eren’s satisfied smirk.

“Good enough?” Eren asks, watching the two of you with hooded eyes.

“Mm,” Armin hums and nods his head, “For now. Swallow.”

You waste no time following the orders that you were given.

“Good girl.”

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Your head is pushed down into the mattress by one of Armin's hands, and the other rests on your hip, digging into it to keep you firmly in place. Eyes rolling back in your head, all you can do is sit there and moan, squeezing your eyes shut and gripping the sheets beneath you for some sort of support. Armin’s said almost nothing the entire time he’s been fucking you, letting the sounds of your moans and the squelching sound of your pussy do all the talking for him. He’s made you cum with his fingers and his cock repeatedly, and Eren’s praised you both.

You, for taking him so well, and Armin for fucking you so well.

“Look at the camera,” Armin says in a tone that sounds like he’s hissing at you, and loosens his grip enough that you can. “Look at yourself, you see that? How you’re fuckin’ losing yourself right now? You see that?” He gives a particularly harsh thrust of his hips when you make no move to answer him, “I asked you a question, didn’t I, princess?”

“What? Pretty girl can’t take it?” Eren coos and takes on a teasing tone of voice. He comes to sit beside Armin, zooming the camera in on your pleased expression. He knows he’ll have to blur it later, for safety purposes (and because you’ll probably kill him if he doesn’t) but he cannot help but enjoy your fucked-out look. You’re losing it — having been built up and brought back down by both of them several times, after hours and hours of this. You’ve been so good, letting them hear your pretty mewls and moans, your cute little pleas for more. It’s especially delightful when your toes curl as Armin’s cock twitches inside and he fills you for the nth time, alongside Eren.

“I don’t think she can,” Armin huffs, blue eyes filled with something you’ve only seen in Eren. His nails dig in the flesh of your hips, leaving searing hot marks in their wake. “Mm,” he hums, “Do you think we should stop? Give her a break?”

Eren pretends to think while looking at you, and his eyes fall from your glossed over and half-lidded eyes to where Armin plugged your hole. It takes him longer than just a few seconds to answer, but he finally does.

“I suppose so,” Eren drawls, seemingly unsatisfied.

Armin uses his thumbs to pry your pussy open and slips himself out of you with ease. “Look at that,” Armin sighs, almost dreamily. “What a delight,” he purrs, and carefully flips you over on your back.

But just as carefully as he turned you, he was not so careful when throwing your legs over his shoulder and lapping at your cunt with his tongue, never mind the fact that you were still sensitive. His tongue flicked over your clit, and three times was all you could count to before he had your vision going blank again.

A few seconds later, Armin was pressing his lips to yours, pushing something between your lips and it settled on your tongue. It’s quite thick and heavy, not bitter, but you realize what it is. He pulls back from you, leaving behind a thin string of saliva from his lips to yours. “Don’t swallow,” he tells you, turning your head toward Eren holding the camera.

Without him telling you, you stick your tongue out, and the camera gets an amazing view of the white liquid on your pink tongue, some dribbling out of the corners of your mouth.

The star of the show.

“Well?” Eren asks and presses the spacebar on his laptop, turning to face you. “You still wanna go through with your idea?”

You ponder for a moment, but the answer was at the tip of your tongue before he’d even finished the question. “Yeah.”

Eren snorts at your lack of hesitation. “You sure, princess?”

You nod. “Absolutely.”

Eren turns back to his laptop and presses the button to upload the videos.

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The Hacker Sister - One Shot

AN: This is a one shot that I wanted to write for my Hacker Sister Series. You may want to read that first to get an understanding of things mentioned in this one. This is my first time writing in third person. hope you enjoy. 

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, depression. 

Vinnie was currently streaming playing Valorant. He was in the middle of a game when his dad started calling him. “Omg dad why are you calling me” he yells before answering the phone. “Hi dad, what’s up?” he asks in a nice tone. “Hi Vin, I’m really worried about Y/N. Have you heard from her?” Nate asks “Not recently, why is she ok?” he starts to panic. “Idk bud, you know it's not like her to not respond, neither me, mom or Reggie have heard from her for a while, that’s why I called you. She always talks to you.” he says “No, last I spoke to her was a few days ago, I assumed she was busy.” Vinnie sighs. “This isn’t good, I was looking at her twitter and saw that she was liking a bunch of depressing tweets. Vin, I just don’t want her to go back to that dark place she was in, you know how bad it got” Nate says “I know dad, look I’ll try calling her and if anything I’m flying to NYC in a few days for a photoshoot so I’ll make sure to see her while I’m there” Vinnie says “Ok Vin, thanks buddy please let us know when you get a hold of her. Love you, bye” he says. After Nate hangs up the phone, Vinnie sighs and rubs his face. 

“Hi chat, look I'm gonna end the stream. I have a bit of a family matter going on but I love you guys” he says. He ends the stream and turns off his PC. He immediately looks for Y/N’s contact on his phone and clicks on it letting it ring. There’s no response so he rings again. “C'mon Y/N please pick up please” Vinnie begs. He lets out a sigh of relief when he hears your voice. “Hi Vin” she says with a shaky voice. “Are you ok, have you been crying?” he asks concerned “mhmm, idk i’m just sad that’s all, I miss you Vin” she says softly “I miss you too Y/N, look i’m right here talk to me. Why haven’t you reached out to anyone?” he asks “Idk I didn’t want you guys to know and I didn’t feel like talking” she sniffles “Hey, it’s okay look I’m actually coming to NYC in a few days for a shoot i’m doing, so I will see you then” he says with a smile on his face “Wait no, you can’t see me, i’m busy with work” she lies straight through her teeth “Y/N i’m seeing you no matter what so there’s no point in even trying to get out of it” he says seriously “Fine, I hate you, your so annoying” she grumbles “I love you Y/N, i’ll see you soon” “Bye Vin” they both hang up the phone. 

Vinnie knew that Y/N wasn’t okay and that her depression was back. He could tell she was lying and he was going to make it his mission to make her feel better if that means having to stay with her in NYC for a while or bring her back to LA with him. That's what he was going to do. 

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As soon as Vinnie made it to NYC, the first thing he did was go to Y/N’s apartment. He got to her apartment door and knocked. When she opened the door his heart dropped. He could tell that she hadn’t left her apartment in days, he noticed how much skinnier she had gotten signaling to him that she hadn't been eating. Her hair was extremely knotted meaning she hadn’t showered in a few days, her apartment was a mess and overall he could see the eye bags and tear streaks under her eyes. 

“Y/N what the hell” he instantly brings her into his arms carrying her into the apartment bringing them down on her couch holding her on his lap. He feels her shaking in his arms and tears soaking his shirt but he doesn’t care. “I’m sorry” she cries into his neck. “Shh, you're okay, please don’t cry I’m here now” he gently rubs her back waiting for her to calm down. As soon as she’s calm she pulls away from him. “Y/N why didn’t you tell me it was getting this bad, I would have come out here sooner or flown you out to LA or something.” he says “Vinnie, i’m not your problem, i’m older than you I can look after myself” she says irritated “Clearly” he grumbles “Excuse me, you don’t just get to come in here and have an attitude” she says annoyed. Vinnie sighs “Have you even talked to mom and dad, do they know?” he asks. She shakes her head no. “Y/N dad called me freaking out because you weren't talking to them, they are worried about you and they have a good reason to be” he says softly “I just don’t want to do anything anymore, i'm tired of everything and everyone” she says. Vinnie wraps his arms around her again bringing her close to his body holding her tightly against him. After a while he lets go.

“We should call mom and dad to let them know you’re ok” he says. She nods. Vinnie takes his phone and dials Maria’s number. “Hi Mama” “Hi Vin, have you talked with Y/N?” she asks “Yes, she is currently sitting on my lap and we're in her apartment right now” he replies “Hi my sweet girl, how are you feeling?” Maria asks “Hi mama, i've been better” she sighs and leans her head against Vinnie’s shoulder. “I know baby, look your dad and I were talking and we think it’s best if you go back to LA with Vinnie for a while, we just don’t think that you should be alone right now” she says. Y/N grips the back of Vinnie’s head and begins to gently pull at the bottom of his hair, a habit she picked up a while ago to occupy her hands when she was anxious. Vinnie takes her hand from behind his head and starts rubbing circles on the back of her hand to help ease her. “Y/N you there?” Maria asks “Yeah ok, whatever” she grumbles “That’s my girl, I love you guys” Maria says. Vinnie takes the phone off mute “Hey mom hang on for a second” he says. “Y/N why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll make something for us to eat” he says. Y/N nods and gets off of Vinnie’s lap making her way into the bathroom. Once he hears the door close and the shower start running he brings the phone to his ear again. “Hi mom, i’m back” “Hey Vin, so really how is she?” she asks. Vinnie sighs “It’s not great mom, it honestly sucks I hate that she lets it get to this point, what hurts the most is that she didn’t even talk to me about it.” he starts to tear up “Vinnie honey, I know you feel like because you're close to her that it is your responsibility and I know you want to protect her but sometimes you just can't, and we have to work together as a family to help her. You are the best brother to her Vin, me and your dad are so thankful for you in helping us with her. I love you” she says. Vinnie wipes the tears from his eyes “Thanks mama, I love you too bye” he hangs up the phone. 

As Y/N makes her way out of the bathroom she sees Vinnie sitting on the couch with his hands on his face. “Vinnie” she whispers. Vinnie looks up at her, quickly wiping the tears from his face. “Hi Y/N” he mumbles “Why are you crying?” she asks as she makes her way to sit next to Vinnie on the couch. “It’s nothing don’t worry about it” he sighs “I’m your sister Vin, you can talk to me” she says “Like you talked to me” he scoffed. Y/N instantly wraps her arms around him as he did the same. “I’m sorry” she whispers against his shoulder. “Can you stop apologizing, just talk to me. I'm right here, I'm always here, you know I would drop everything in a heartbeat to talk to you, it just hurts that you let it get this bad. Were all here for you mom, dad, Reggie and me, were all right here.” he says “I know that now” she mumbles against him “God Y/N I don’t know what I would do if you weren't here, your my only sister and I love you with all my heart” his tears fall against her neck and she removes herself from Vinnie’s hold. She wipes the tears from his face “I love you too Vin, i’m not going anywhere” she places a kiss against his forehead. “Great, now let's go put some food into you, i’m starving” he stands up grabbing her hand. “What a weirdo you are” she laughs as they make their way to the kitchen together.

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