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mickeys-malarkey · 1 year

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Pt. 3/3: My BATDR Timeline & Plot Twist Theories!

First, I think both BATIM and BATDR take place sometime between 1978 and 1991. I already suspected BATDR was happening in the ‘80s based on the fact that card readers – which have featured in many of the environment screenshots we've seen – were invented in 1979...

…and Audrey's clothes and hairstyle look very 1980s.

Then they released the images of Audrey's office, where her chair and desk lamps also look very 1980s, and the wallpaper and flooring looks pretty 1970s…

…and @inkdemonapologist pointed out that the type of bankruptcy we see documents for in Joey's apartment didn't exist until 1978…

…and I remembered that Joey's apartment also had a newspaper whose headline took place in the future— Princess Diana's 30th birthday which, as TetraBitGaming on YouTube pointed out, would be in 1991 since Princess Diana was born in 1961. She should be two years old if BATIM were really taking place in 1963!

Maybe, at the time, they didn't mean for these two to be clues, since they seem to have rolled the date backwards a bit from the newspaper one; but at this point it feels pretty clear when BATDR takes place, to me. And I'm even more certain than I already was, after finding out that this image from the JDS website…

…is titled “museum” (good work yoinking it, @halfusek /gen 👍🏻), that we know the ink dimension's new home: Nathan Arch Sr.'s private Joey Drew Studios museum that he mentioned he was curating in TIOL (meaning it's existed since around 1972).

“Over the years, I have collected every single piece of the studio memorabilia I could find to restore it to its former glory, to create, in a sense, a private museum that gleamed with the true vision of Joey Drew…” ~ Nathan Arch, The Illusion of Living, pg. 2

Also, besides the fact the museum image has clearly aged, here's some more evidence that at least a few years have probably passed since Bendy was purchased: it generally takes a fair bit more time (years!!) to make movies/documentaries, as Archgate Pictures seems to have made about Joey, than it does to make shorts.

As for BATIM, I think that time has been moving as normal outside of the loop, we were just seeing a repeat of that significant day in 1963; Henry and Joey have been trapped in the ink dimension for somewhere between twenty and thirty years, and the bankruptcy paperwork and Princess Diana newspaper were pieces of the real world leaking into the memory. This explains how there seems to be evidence of Audrey in BATIM and how BATDR is still supposedly neither sequel nor prequel to BATIM despite all the evidence that it takes place long after 1963! They're happening at the same time!! I wonder if Audrey is the daughter of the little girl we hear at the end of BATIM? So, Henry's (great-)granddaughter or Joey's (great-)great-niece?

Now, onto my big theory: the plot twist.

If they handle it right, it would be really, really cool if “break the cycle” really doesn't just mean “end the time loop” but also “break the cycle of abuse/trauma” and a lot of the huge cast of not-so-innocent characters wind up with the potential to get redemption arcs. I have an idea of exactly how they might be planning on even providing the opportunity for Joey.

Victor McKnight commented this on his Artistic Hallowing music video and pinned it:

Those last two sentences. “Make sure you're watching every second! You don't want to miss any vital information. 😉” Does that not sound to anyone else like he's got insider information? Now, I want y'all to watch these music videos that either Victor himself or his brother Noah were suspiciously involved in all of (and one of which is supposedly a BATDS song but for some reason involves Audrey) and tell me if you notice any patterns.

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This one seems to be a duet between Sammy and the Ink Demon, both singing to Audrey. Sammy mostly sings in the default sepiatone, asking us things like “Can you see me? Can you feel me?” (that feels so… sad… and desperate…) and telling us things like “make sense of the consequence we witnessed on that day” (Excuse me, you're telling me that there was a consequence for something on a specific, significant day that we witnessed?? 👀) The demon, on the other hand, mostly sings when the grayscale effect is on, and seems to just be playing a stereotypical villain roll until you notice “be forced to believe what I see” (why would we even give a crap about what you're seeing /srs? How the actual heck would we see what you're seeing /gen? You don't even have eyeballs, bro /j) and “be damned in this evil received” (how do you receive evil that damns you? Maybe by being abused and becoming an abuser in response?).

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Two apparently-separate characters singing with the same voice but very different tones and outlooks on the situation, still both singing to Audrey, in this one. One mostly sings in the default sepiatone, again, at first seeming more hopeful, helpful, and friendly until you start noticing ominous comments like “you've made mistakes, accept the change. You will be punished too” (*incoherent noises* 🚨🚨) and “welcome to my dream . . . you still think you are safe in my dream.” The other mostly sings when the grayscale effect is on, again, and seems much more aggressive and seductive until you start noticing comments like “take up your weapons, just leave my friends be” (why is this stereotypically evil-seeming character both telling us to take up weapons, not just letting us have them, and asking us to leave his friends alone with them?).

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More hints that the demon who will rise and presumably is most important to the story is linked to grayscale, in this one.

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And, in this one, Sammy's asking if the grayscale-linked demon is the one who will set him free (as he claims to be in the first two videos).

Across all four of these first videos, there seems to be an overall “things change when we switch from the default sepiatone to grayscale” and “grayscale is dangerous and seems hopeless but it's important and linked to truth and freedom” theme…

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…You're telling me that Sammy and his followers' past (BATIM?) selves were worshipping an imposter demon…? And the truth will be revealed in BATDR…?

Hum, hum, hum… fascinating. I'd noticed the sepiatone vs. grayscale split and imposter vs. true savior thing long before I read the books; for the longest time, I thought it meant we would be dealing with a Henry-Bendy and a Joey-Bendy, as I've been seeing people theorizing. But then I read TIOL, and discovered what I think is evidence that this info is indeed canon and was not left on the cutting room floor while BATDR was in development limbo.

Nathan makes a very strange note on Joey's story about the Sparkle Unicorn speakeasy…

“…I remember this night well. Though I remember it being at the Bee Room, gold and black, not silver as the main design aesthetic. Doesn't really make much of a difference though, I suppose.” ~ Nathan Arch, The Illusion of Living, pg. 44 (emphasis added)

Nathan remembers that night in sepiatone, Joey remembers it in grayscale.

Now, I've seen all kinds of theories all over about how Wilson actually “banished/killed the ink demon…” “Wilson took advantage of some sort of blip in Bendy's existence that happened when Joey died,” “Wilson got rid of him by purifying him and turning him into Dapper Bendy,” “Wilson got rid of him by fusing him with either Henry or Joey,” “Wilson got rid of him by trapping him in Henry's loop,” “he didn't, Wilson's just another liar manipulating everyone,” etc…

What if we're looking at this from the wrong angle? What if the point is that, whatever happened, neither of the BATDR Bendys is the original soulless monster we see in BATIM and the books? What if, whether they share a body or are separate, there are two human souls involved here? What if one of those souls is the “new evil” in the ink dimension, not Wilson, who may have been meddling in ink dimension affairs since 1963?

Going back to the time frame I propose BATDR is happening in… Joey was born in 1901, which means that if Nathan was 18 or 19 when Joey was just turning 16, then he was born in 1899 or 1898. So, in 1978, Nathan would've been 79 or 80, and in 1991 he would've been 92 or 93. Especially considering the clues that point towards Nathan having been a smoker, it wouldn't surprise me if he's straight-up already dead in BATDR. Mayhaps for 211 days? During Loop 414…? Could this be why the BATIM loop is different, with Henry apparently not remembering anything that previous versions of himself could? The now-previous owner of their prison has died of old age and/or lung cancer? And could that be why the JDS museum has fallen into bankruptcy? Has Nathan Jr. taken over and isn't as ruthless a businessman as his father?

Itsjustjord on YouTube pointed this out in his trailer reaction, which when he said it set my Clue Radar off so that I went to the trailer again to get a closer look. And… well… *clears throat*

…Do y'all see this weird effect over Dapper Bendy? Compared to every other character we see in the trailer as well as the environment around him, does it not look as if we're seeing him, specifically, through some sort of cartoony filter? Maybe it'll only be in circumstances like this (far away in weird lighting) that the edges of the illusion will fray in-game, based on the other teaser image we have of him, but it definitely looks off to me.

Especially with what I now suspect Allison and Susie's situations were in relation to Nathan, I think that the ink creatures’ perfection vs. imperfection has nothing to do with how pure/good vs. impure/evil their hearts are as we've been lead to believe/is the conventional surface-level reading, but instead how intact vs. broken their hearts are. I think that the more horrific the ink being's appearance, the more the soul inside was abused while it was alive. Allison isn't a perfect Alice because she's a better person, it's because she obeyed Nathan and wasn't made to suffer as severely as Susie, who Nathan chose to be his next Isabel. So, why is one new Bendy (apparently created after Joey lost everything, I suspect even being made to watch his Shoulder Angel's murder before being murdered himself) so much scarier than the original (created before Joey lost everything) and the other so goshdarn perfect, proportions and all?

Maybe the banning of everything related to Sammy's demon cult and Henry under Wilson's rule has to do with his decades-old mission to keep the Creators from joining forces, as well as everyone including himself feeling like they're finally free from The Great Puppet Master?

I love Dapper Bendy's design as much as everyone else!! He's positively adorable, and it would also be a nice outcome if the baby boy is exactly what he seems and just a precious lil friend to love forever; but I theorize that Dapper Bendy is the perfectly sane, untraumatized, and truly evil one, that (assuming we actually get choices in BATDR, unlike in BATIM) his route, no matter how things seem in the moment, is the wrong one, that he's Nathan. And I think Freaky Teeth Bendy (that's been my nickname for him since we first saw him and I'm sticking to it lolol) is the damaged as heck but able to be saved one, that his route is the correct one, that he's Joey. I also think that we won't get to see either demon for what they really are – won't be able to get the True, Broken Cycle, “Joey's Redeemed & Nathan Faces Justice” Ending – unless we somehow unlock Grayscale Mode like we could in BATIM and gain the ability to see Joey's truth. Until then, we'll be seeing the demons the way Nathan wants us to see them. Through Nathan's tainted, gaslighting, sepiatone filter.

If I'm right, the fact that they did choose these color palettes is so perfectly poetic~! Sepiatone is what happens when black-and-white images have been chemically altered for preservation purposes; Nathan's altered our perception of himself, Joey, and all the events surrounding them, and his version of events is much more resilient. Meanwhile, Joey's would be more pure and unaltered but easily destroyed— including by himself, with his Illusion of Living coping mechanism… The only thing that could make it more perfect is if not only do we get to see Henry in BATDR, but when we do he's an angelic toon… *Vibrates with excitement*

Please, please, please, JDS, let me be right about where you're going with this!! Cause this would genuinely be so freaking cool…!! 🙏🏻 I hope that we eventually get to “rejoice with our founders,” as Artistic Hallowing says, when they're reunited.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk, rofl. Congratulations on making it through the ramblings of a hyped AuDHD fangirl (though, I guess we already knew you were capable, if you've read TIOL. I could do a whole nother rant on evidence that Joey's basically confirmed canonically ADHD(+?), my freaking gosh). 😝

Read the Rest of the Original Analysis/Theory: Part One • Part Two • Unexpected Part Four

BATDR Analysis/Post-Playthrough Theory Revision: Part One • Part Two • Part Three • Part Four

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octuscle · 4 months

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So this one Black guy I've been working out with said he needed a new boyfriend, and now I'm swelling up with muscle and fat. My skin's gotten a lot darker, too. What's happening?

Malcolm is a picture of a man. A nubian god. Ebony black, flawless body. Works as a personal trainer here at the studio. Actually, you have no idea why someone like that is training with a linnet like you. But you didn't question it. You enjoy it as long as it goes well.

The chocolate protein shake after training tastes bitter. And sweet at the same time. It's incredibly rich. Malcolm empties his canister in one go. You can't quite manage it. But almost. And then you have to burp. Malcolm laughs. And you say goodbye with a fist bump. You can feel the questioning looks from the other guests. What does the Adonis want with the linnet?

I'm neither particularly clever nor particularly successful. The training with Malcolm is actually starting to take effect. But you still have arms like twigs. And your pale, pimply face with the red hair isn't exactly an eye-catcher either. Nevertheless, you got a decent job as a developer in the administration department of a large insurance company. It pays good money. And you work in a nice team where you are largely left alone. Thank God. Because things are different today. As you develop your code, you notice how your hands change. Your fingers are getting meatier. And the skin darkens. You grin. Is it the chocolate milk? Hardly. More likely the light in the office, you suspect. You're having a good run today. Work is going well. Normally you need your peace and quiet, but now you feel like listening to music at work. You put on your airpods and ask Siri for some chill tunes to help you concentrate. At lunchtime, you order something from the Indian restaurant. In the evening you had sushi. You've forgotten the time. You look at your watch. Obviously it's time to go home. Apparently you're fantasizing. When did you start wearing such a fat gold watch? And the back of your hand really looks like you probably do after three weeks of beach vacation. In other words, like a normal person after a three-week beach vacation. You'd probably be red as a sheet. Barry White is booming out of your fat overears. It's time to go home and go to bed.

While you're brushing your teeth, your moustache is bothering you. You didn't have one this morning. And the whiskers are black. But your teeth are dazzling white. But maybe it's only because of the dark color of your face. Damn, it must be the protein shake. Your pyjama bottoms are tight around your thighs. And the T-shirt is stretched across your chest. When the alarm clock wakes you up at 05:30, it doesn't. You ripped it off your upper body in your sleep.

Malcolm is waiting for you with a big grin and a chocolate protein shake. As you fist-bump, you notice that his skin is barely any darker than yours. You're lifting more than ever. You're sweating like a pig. But this is the best workout ever. As you rub the sweat from your forehead, something is different. Something is missing. Your hair. Your hands are calloused. Like from years of hard workouts. You look in the mirror. The horseshoe on your face makes you look older. Is that why Malcolm calls you "Daddy"? You just grin about it. Nevertheless, you need to take a shower now. Malcolm, because the first paying customers are about to arrive. You, because as head of department you want to be the first and last in the office.

Normally you can easily wrap towels around your hips in the gym. Today it only lasts a few steps. Then it slips to the floor. No wonder, with your roid gut padded with healthy fat. As you pick up the towel, your gaze falls on your reflection in the mirror. Your cock is dangling between your legs. As big as a beer can, even though it's flaccid. And it's as black as a piece of coal. Like your bushy pubic hair. You're no longer a pimply twenty-year-old Irishman. You're black African-American prime beef. A sweaty black piece of prime beef. You need to take a shower.

Malcolm has soaped himself up by the time you arrive in the shower. Damn, your cock has a life of its own. He slowly gets up. Malcolm grins. And drops the soap.

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stayboba · 2 years

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𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝕸𝖊

'Sing for Me'

San x fem!reader

San has to spend a late night at the studio alone before his birthday, so you stop by to surprise him...

Word Count: 3.3k

Genres: Fluff, Smut (18+ minors DNI)

Warnings: Smut, mature content (18+ minors DNI), food play, finger sucking, mentions of throat fucking, oral (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), pet names, slight exhibitionism, swallowing, unprotected sex, public sex, marking/biting, lingerie, mature language

The sound of San’s heart pounding in his ears replaces the beat of the music as the track fades away. He lets his arms drop slowly to his sides as he finishes the last part of choreography. Dragging his heavy limbs with him, he saunters over to turn off the stereo before collapsing on the floor. The sweat forming around his arched brow to drips down the side of his face. He runs a hand through his damp hair before turning onto his side to take his phone off the charger.

He turns it on while taking a swig of water, the bright screen shining across his glistening face in the dim studio light. He instantly goes warm all over when he sees the picture of you and him that he has set for his lock screen. In it, San is standing behind you, arms snuggly tucked around your waist. His lips are smushed against your face, making you flash a giggly smile at the camera. His dark brown eyes then flit over to the changing time and date...

00:00, July 10

A second later, your contact photo pops up on the screen. He feels his heart skip a beat as he picks up your call, pressing the phone up to his ear.

“Happy Birthday, my love!” You’re already shouting before he can even get a word in. An ample smile spreads across his face at the sound of your voice.

“Thank you, my angel~” He replies, smoothly.

“How’s practicing? You’re not wearing yourself out I hope...” He sighs, tense shoulders slumping down.

“It’s not bad, but it’s not great either,” He sits up, leaning back on his arm. “I can name a lot of other places that I would like to be right now...”

“Oh really?” You ask him. “Like where?” His smile grows even bigger when he hears you start to play along with him.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” He pauses, pretending that he’s holding the thought. “Maybe back at the dorm, killing Wooyoung off in mafia...”

“Yeah, whatever...” You scoff, making him snicker.

“I’m joking, baby,” He turns his face to look at himself in the studio’s mirror, noting how empty the big room looks and feels around him. "You know I'd rather be spending every minute of this day with you, doesn't matter where we are."

"Well, you're in luck!" In the mirror, he sees the door behind him open to reveal your radiant face, despite the late hour. At the sight of you, a sudden burst of energy hauls San to his feet, and he immediately rushes over to you.

“Careful babe!” You warn before he can reach you. He now notices the purple container that you are carrying in both arms.

“Sorry, sorry!” He carefully takes it from you and sits it on the floor.

“Okay, now!” You laugh, dropping your bag next to the container. You wrap your arms around him as he tackles you in a bear hug.

“Well, if it isn’t my birthday angel!” He exclaims, pressing a million kisses to your face. “Have you come to grant all my wishes?”

“The ones I can within my power, of course.” You say, cheekily. His lips find their way to yours and he lets out a hum of contentment, smiling into the kiss. The two of you reluctantly pull away from each other so that you can set up the small surprise you brought him. He goes over to play some soft music, turning it down low so that it’s just background noise. You settle yourself down on the floor, throwing your stocking-clad legs to one side due to your short, matching purple dress.

San turns back around to see you open the container and he practically starts drooling at the assortment of chocolate cupcakes you made. You smile as you watch his face when he comes to sit next to you.

“Ah! You brought my favorite!” He places a hand on your thigh to support himself when he leans in to press a peck to the corner of your mouth.

“Wait!” You stop him as he reaches for one of the desserts. You dig through your bag before pulling out a purple candle and a lighter. San’s hand flies to grasp at his chest not only at the sweet gesture but also when he notices the purple color scheme you’ve chosen for everything, the container, your pretty dress & stockings, the candle. It was all decked out in his favorite color.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sweeter for me~” He smooches your cheek. You giggle as you stick the candle into one of the cupcakes before lighting it. When the candle catches flame you place it into San’s hands. His eyes shine in the candle’s light. He looks to you as if he's waiting for something.

“What is it?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow. “Go ahead and blow it out!” His face drops in disappointment.

“You’re supposed to sing for me!” He pouts.

“I’m not the singer here, you are!” You retort, but he’s insistent as he continues to stare at you with doe eyes. You roll yours in response.

“Hurry up before the candle melts! And don’t forget to make a wish!” San’s eyes are now sparkling with mischief as well as the candlelight.

“I wish...” You shush him, already knowing what he’s going to say.

“You can’t say it out loud or it won’t come true.” He grumbles in defeat before letting his eyelids fall. He takes a moment, silently stating his wish in his head, before blowing the flame out.

“Happy birthday, San...” You kiss his temple before reaching for a cupcake of your own. Despite your refusal to fulfill his request, he smiles over at you.

“Thank you for this, (Y/n), I love you.” Your cheeks go warm as you take a bite.

“I lofe you foo...” You reply with your mouth full. He scrunches his nose up, smiling at your cuteness.

You get a few moments of peace, enjoying your sweet treat, before San’s thumb is smearing chocolate icing across your cheek.

“Hey!” You protest. He laughs, tossing his empty wrapper back into the container.

“That’s for not singing for me!” He shouts back. You try to wipe it off with your fingers, but you only spread it. You scoff, putting your half-eaten cupcake down.

“Gee, thanks...” You state sarcastically, going to get a napkin out of your bag. San stops you by gently grabbing your wrist.

“No, I’m sorry,” he says with a devious smirk. “Let me.” He scoots loser to you to bring his thumb up to your cheek. He swipes it across, gathering the messy icing onto it. You gulp as he keeps his eyes on yours while bringing the same thumb up to his lips. You watch intently as his tongue pokes out to lap at the icing on it.

“Oh, I missed some...” He mumbles, huskily. You feel his grip on your wrist grow tense as he moves to place his lips on your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut when you feel them pucker repeatedly against your skin, softly whimpering when you feel his tongue slightly jut out. He slowly makes his way to your lips, wasting no time in latching onto them.

His lips are soft yet slightly rough, possibly chapped from biting them in concentration while he practices, and your head goes dizzy at the faint taste of chocolate on them. Your hands travel up to hold onto his tone shoulders, to which he moans against you when he feels your nails digging into his skin. San snakes a hand behind your back, carefully guiding you to lay down on the floor beneath him. He sits up, sending you a wink before shedding himself of his tank top.

He quickly dives back and directs his kisses to trail down your neck. He uses one arm to hold himself up while the other begins to caress one of your thighs, slowly sliding up your dress. Your eyes roll back when you feel the wetness of his tongue leave a wet trail up the expanse of your throat.

“Was this your wish?” You ask, teasingly. You can feel him grin against your skin.

“Not exactly,” He picks his head up to look at you, squeezing your thigh. “But it’s not too far from it.” Suddenly, he feels his thumb slide over some lacey material.

“Oh?” He remarks, cocking a brow up. “What’s this?” You squeal as he shamelessly lifts up your dress to investigate.

“Oh, yes~” He purrs when his eyes are met with the purple lingerie set you’re dressed, going right along with your stockings. “I wish you could see yourself right now.” He crawls his way down your body, pushing your legs apart. You whimper when you feel his lips against the inside of your thigh.

“My baby, all wrapped up for me like a birthday present... gosh, you’re so sexy... so gorgeous.” Your breath hitches when you feel his tongue snake up the skin like he did with your neck.

“San, wait...” You sigh. He looks back up at you, questioningly. You wiggle out of his grasp, shifting to sit on your knees. Without breaking eye contact, you lift your dress up off your body. He watches you like a predator hungrily awaiting its prey.

“It’s your birthday... let me take care of you.” You plead.

“What a good girl you’re being for me,” He smirks, standing up. “You’re not like this every day...” You blush as you come face to face with the bulge forming in his sweats. He lets out a groan as you bring a hand up to start palming him. He sneaks two fingers along your chin to make you look up at him.

“Keep your eyes up here when you take me, okay?” You nod, agreeing with his command. You hook your fingers under the hem of his sweats, pulling them down. You wish you could watch his hard length spring free, but you continue to follow his orders and your eyes remain locked on his.

You wrap your fingers around his base, and he hums as he watches you guide him into your mouth.

“Atta girl...” He rasps out as you wrap him in your lips, sinking your head down to take him all the way in. You open your mouth when you reach the base, cocking your head up so that your tongue can lick along his shaft, letting the tip rest there when you arrive back at it.

“Fuck, you do that so well, baby.” San praises. It’s taking him everything in his power to keep himself from throwing his head all the way back, grabbing you by the hair, and fucking himself into your pretty face. “Making me feel so damn good on my birthday...”

He focuses on your big eyes looking up at him, watching them water as you suck him in deeper. His gaze travels down to your breasts peeking out through your lace, purple bra. He’s absolutely mesmerized by the way they bounce with the bob of your head.

“You’re the prettiest gift I could have ever asked for...” He whispers, taking a hand and combing it softly through your hair. You moan around him at the compliment. He sees you press your thighs together, searching for friction. The sight makes him want to cum down your throat more than anything... but he’s already made his birthday wish, and he's determined to have it.

“Mmm... okay good girl.” He beckons you to release him from your mouth before he blows his load. That’s when he reaches down to the cupcakes, swiping his fingers through the icing on one of them. He turns back to you, smirking. “I think you deserve a reward.”

He presses his icing-coated fingers to your lips, and you welcome them in. You moan as the sweet taste of chocolate combines with the bitterness of his essence in your mouth.

“Suck...” He demands, and you comply once again with his wishes.

“How does it taste?” He asks as you start to lick his fingers clean.

“So good, baby...” You whimper. With one more look from those big eyes of yours, he’s pulling you back onto your feet. His hands are already claiming your ass, pulling you into his chest. You tangle your hands in his hair as the two of you reconnect your lips. He twitches when he tastes himself mixed with the chocolate on you. The sound of both of your moans muffled by the smacking of your lips together fills the room. He slides his hands down to the back of your thighs, clawing at the material of your stockings.

“Jump...” He mutters against your mouth. You do as he says, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you over to the mirror. You yelp into the unbroken kiss when you feel the cold glass against your back. He lets you back down and his fingers go straight to working to unclasp your bra. By the time the garment is falling onto the floor, he’s already yanking your panties down as well, desperate to finally have you bare. He opts to leave your stockings on as he steps back to admire you.

“Mmm... my present looks so pretty unwrapped~” You feel a blush creep over your cheeks as he stands there devouring you with his gaze. But once he runs out of patience, San has you caged between the mirror and his form. Lips are grazing over your neck, sucking on the tender skin. Hands are going anywhere that they can reach, leaving no part of you untouched. He quickly reduces you to a whining mess.

“San, please...” You beg, arching your back into him. You feel the familiar smirk against your neck.

“Eager little thing...” He calls you, letting his mouth wander down your chest and a hand down to your core. “Spread for me.”

When you go to move your legs, he picks one of them up off the floor by your thigh. You whimper, leaning yourself against the mirror for more support.

“Oh, San!” You moan out, entangling a hand in his hair. Your leg starts to shake in his grip when you feel his tongue run across one of your nipples and his fingers find your clit. He hums around the swell of your breast, sucking down on it as his fingers start to draw circles against the bundle of nerves, making you buck your hips into his hand.

He moves his head over to your other breast and your head lulls back when his tongue licks along the valley on the way to it. He rubs your clit faster, before leaving it to plunge two fingers into you without warning.

“Ah! Fuck!” You scream as they curl to press up into your sweet spot. San feels his head begin to spin when he hears your pleading moans combined with your wetness around his fingers. He lets go of your breast with a pop of his mouth before kissing his way back up your neck.

“Don’t you dare stop making those noises, angel...” He tells you in a low voice, pressing his forehead to yours. His fingers continue to fuck into you at a mind-numbing pace and you barely notice when he easily slips another one in.

“San~” His jaw clenches at the sensual way you call out for him. He picks up the pace in hopes of drawing more out of you.

“O-oh, shit! Y-yes, S-san right there! F-fuck yes!” He smiles in satisfaction as you pant incoherent lines against his lips. He can sense that you’re close with the way you start to clench around him and the look of desperation glimmering in your orbs.

“Please San,” You wrap your arms around his shoulders once again. “P-please fuck me now...”

“Oh? I thought it was my birthday today, shouldn’t I be the one asking for things?” Despite his teasing words, he pulls his fingers out of you and wraps his hands around the back of your thighs once more, signaling for you to jump again. You waste no time in holstering yourself up, and he presses you back against the mirror. You moan together when he finally slides his cock into you, filling you up so nicely.

“Fuck, you feel amazing...” He growls into your parted mouth. “So wet and ready to take me.” You whimper when you feel the first snap of his hips, the drag of his length against your walls sends a burning sensation throughout your body. His eyes continue to bore into yours as he rocks into you, holding you up with every bit of strength that he has.

“What a sweet girl I have, coming to surprise me while I’m stuck at practice...” Your grip tightens around his shoulders, face going flushed at his sickly-sweet words. “Letting me use her gorgeous body and letting me hear her pretty little sounds she makes for me...”

“San!” You whine, head dropping into the crook of his neck. He chuckles, pressing you farther into the mirror. You bite down on his skin as you feel him fuck deeper into you.

“Mmm, so good to me...” He moans when his tip collides with your sweet spot. Your toes curl as you begin to feel the knot within your core tighten with each of his thrusts.

“It feels so good!” You can’t help but voice out, watery eyes squeezing shut.

“I know baby, I know. Let it out for me. You’re doing so well. Being such a good birthday present...” At this point, you can do nothing except cling to him for dear life. His name is the only word you can think of, and you’re chanting it out into his ear over and over again as he brings you closer to the edge.

“San... San!” You gasp out as you finally gush all over his cock. His brow furrows, mouth going agape when he feels you squeeze around him.

“Yes, good girl...” He gently thrusts into you a few more times to help you ride out your high. “Fuck, get on your knees baby...” He pulls out of you and you practically fall to the floor beneath him. But by some deep-driven desire within you, your mouth is already open wide, ready to take him.

“Oh, fuck yes!” He grunts as he pumps his release out onto your tongue. You moan when you taste him. He hisses, letting his head fall back as he drains himself into your pretty mouth. You close your lips around his tip to make sure you have every last drop of him, before swallowing.

Once you let go of him, he drops to his knees in front of you. One of his hands leaves your line of vision and you whimper when you smell the familiar scent of chocolate when his fingers come back up underneath your nose. He quickly shoves the icing-covered digits into your mouth, just like he did before.

“Fuck...” Your moan is muffled around him. Before you can lick his fingers clean this time though, his lips are smashing onto yours. You whine as his tongue slithers against yours and you share the taste of chocolate with him once again.

“Sorry, got carried away.” He laughs when he finally pulls away, satisfied with the mess that he’s turned you into. He takes a clean thumb and wipes away the remnants of the icing on the corner of your mouth.

“It’s okay, it’s your day...” You tease. He guides you to sit in his lap, holding you against his chest and leading you back into calmness.

“I got my wish.” He whispers in a sing-song voice, breath brushing against your ear.

“Oh yeah?” You face him with a curious look in your eyes. “What was it?”

“I got you to sing for me after all...” He chirps with a wink.

Hello, thank you so much for reading! I’m excited because this is my first time writing for Ateez so Atiny please let me know how I did! Please reblog, comment, and interact if you liked this, I would really appreciate it! My requests are open, so feel free to make one! Thank you again! :)

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baby practice ? [M]

☾ Title : baby practice ?

☾ Pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

☾ Genre: fluff, established relationship, mature (+18), smut.

☾ Prompt: Chan being the horny bf he is to his babygirl.

☾ A/N: it’s the beginning of 2023 and I’m having a huge baby fever cause chan is the standard. request : heya ! can you maybe do a chan thingy where he's kinda horny/having an erection, so reader will be working/having a call meanwhile chan's outside the door jerking off bcz he thinks reader's busy and he doesn't wanna disturb but then reader catches him & it gets a bit smutty lol- its up to you ofc this just came up to my mind at 2am- TYSM KEEP GOING ILY

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☾REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED AND FEED BACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME

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Chan couldn’t help but looking at you with many stars in his eyes, and a huge boner hiding under the his sweatpants. He couldn’t help but to want you, so much cause you were such a goddess wearing one of his shirt and holding your 2 months son in your arms.

Chan never though maternity could makes him feel so much more attract to you, mostly sexually attract to you.

During the nine months of your pregnancy he find you becoming more beautiful each days, the curves of your breasts haunting him, full of milk. And damn the hormones made your sex drive skyrocketing to his own pleasure, trying a awful lot of new things. And now here he is a painful erection asking to be release and buried in your hot and precious cunt.

He needed you, but damn you were busy with your little one, trying to get him to sleep, thinking chan was somewhere else in the house, either in his home studio or watching tv downstairs. Little did you know he was watching you hiding behind the door, praying for his son to go to sleep soon, so you could take care of him next.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your braless breast caressing the cotton of his shirt, wishing it was his hands instead. His right hand going south to his length, his breath became shorter and he needed to release now.

That is how chan ended up in your bathroom, away from your baby’s room. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, his sweatpants laying of the floor of your room, and his boxer pooling at his feet.

His precum already leaking on his pinkish head, he loves this goddam full mirror you begged him to get right in front of the biggest bathtub he could find at the time.

He was perfectly sitting in front of it, looking like a hot mess, his curly hair laying on the top of his head, a blush creeping on his cheeks, and his muscular chest he spend so long on was looking right back at him, he was in such a vulnerable state, ready to please himself selfishly.

His dominant hand teasing his length as his other one was gripping his messy hair, biting his biceps as you would do marking himself trying to shut himself to not disturb you or his kid.

Chan was never a quiet lover, he always needed to moan, call your name, telling you how good you were to him, and he loved it.

“B-babe’’

At the second he groans chan himself knew he was gone, spitting on his hand, running it slow trying to mimic your moves. His teeth sinking into his lower lip, trying to mute himself, he was so horny and needy for you, his hips were already moving, following his hand. His eyes closed and his head dropped on his left shoulder, trying to slow himself taking pleasure in his own action. Wishing for you instead.

He didn’t heard you calling his name, thinking it was his brain tricking him. As his imagination was running wild, images of you laying underneath him as he was pleasuring you, flashback clouding his brain.

“Chris ?’’

His only reaction was to groan still touching his shaft.

It’s not that chan felt left out after you gave brith to your bundle of joy, before you he was taking care of his ‘horny teenage/ young adult problem’ by himself, but since you came into the picture chan didn’t felt the need to jerk off that often or at all (unless he was on the other side of the earth on tour, or when he was stuck at the studio for almost a full week).

He jumped so high when he heard your voice so close and the door of the bathroom opening. He felt like a child doing a such a wrong thing, his hand still on his length but not moving anymore, his naked figure looking back at him and you in this damn mirror, mocking him at this moment.

“Y/N i can explain’’ he started looking fully red.

His face growing a few shades darker when you started laughing at him, his hand hiding his erection almost like you never saw him naked before.

“Chan it’s okay, it’s not because we’ve been together for years I get it, you’re stressed and need a relief’’ you started to explain to him. “ .. and we just got a kid, so I don’t have much time for sex neither you do chan it’s okay really’’

You run your hand into his hair, looking right into his eyes, feeling your pants growing wetter by seconds seeing him naked. “ babe, we have sex a lot for young parents believe me’’ he started chuckling “ it’s just you looking like this, your full breast .. babe you just look so hot’’ he admitted looking at you.

You chuckled at his words, Chris always made you feel wanted and like you’re the only girl in the world even looking fully pregnant, tired and hot because summery pregnancy was a nightmare, always reminding you, you were caring life, being super hot, and sexy all the time. “You’re the sexiest pregnant woman in the world love’’ he would always says.

“.. And i just want you all the time, having a awful lot of other babies running around the house, pumping you full of my cum, trying a lot of new positions, giving you all of my babies’’ at this point the poor Aussie was rumbling, getting even hornier, his eyes full of lust, looking just like yours.

“Let’s wait for other children Christopher but .. how about we practice over and over ?’’ You asked.

His length looking painfully hard, precum leaking even more, begging to be touch by you.

Horny chan was a madman for you, he just wanting his erection to be buried in you forever, dying like this, would be the dream. His hand left his shaft to tease your breast underneath your (his) shirt, sucking of the second one. Wetting the cotton of the black shirt hiding your skin, and his second hand caressing your butt cheek, running under the underwear. “Can I have you ?’’

“Forever Chris’’ your moaned.

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yaoimongerer · 5 months

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HidaSakuDei AU (Part 1/?)

Go below the cut if you dare. Warnings for canon-typical violence in a setting that isn't canon, dubiously ethical non-monogamy, and for Hidan.

Sakura and Deidara were together first. They met at college orientation -- either they were both freshmen, or Deidara was a presenter. Both are good! Sakura asks Deidara out and he agrees. They're together for a year before Deidara's . . . behaviors reach a fever pitch. They get into a fight and Deidara sets their apartment on fire before going to live with Sasori at his Red Sands Studio which makes a suspicious amount of money for a niche little art shop. I'll break down his relationship with Deidara in this AU in another post.

While Deidara is out of the picture -- their break is undefined, they don't talk about this because he set their apartment on fire -- Hidan breaks into their singed apartment. Sakura goes into threat mode and knocks him out. She can't catch him before he falls. His skull cracks and his heart stops beating. Sakura just killed a man and she is FREAKING OUT. She doesn't know who to call. There is blood on the kitchen floor. He broke into her apartment but that doesn't make this OKAY -- oh shit wait he's back. Slightly smitten. Slightly "ow, that hurts". Sakura doesn't even want to think about the logistics. His heart stopped and now there's blood in his hair but he's otherwise fine. He asks her out. She's so fucked up on adrenaline and in need of a rebound that this doesn't actually sound like the worst idea in the world. They go out to dinner. She pays. Hidan is a horrible, loud, nasty person. She kind of likes that he doesn't hide it.

Flash forward! Deidara comes back with flowers and everything. He has a little card that says "I'm sorry for setting our apartment on fire." Sakura is clearly home because the door is unlocked and her shoes are in the entryway, but she's not in the living room. He hears something from the bedroom. Advances, probably with the closest heavy object.

Stops, shocked, in the doorway because that's HIDAN in bed with his girlfriend. WHAT THE FUCK.

For context, Hidan and Deidara went to school together. Hidan is three years older and he had a reputation. He dropped out in high school but before that he was always getting into -- almost comical -- amounts of trouble. He fancied himself a gang leader but he couldn't lead a gang because he had no friends. He had his hair slicked back greaser style and was always offering the younger kids cigarettes so that he could preach to them about Jashinism. He can't die. Jashin has 0 results on Google except for his stupid little webpage which the kids at their school used to dare each other to look up because it's not only an HTML nightmare, but it also has horrifying amounts of gore that can't be reverse searched, which means that Hidan took these pictures himself.

He works at a butcher shop now. Maybe as a hitman on the side. He's so loud about this part of his work that everyone doubts that he's actually killed anyone for money because, if he did, he should've been caught by now.

Long story short, he's a complete and total maniac -- a LEGENDARY maniac with the handpicked gore website and the stupid hair -- and he is in bed with Deidara's girlfriend.

Deidara knocks him out with a lamp.

Somewhere between apologies and a shouting match and Hidan healing without becoming any more brain damaged than he already was, the Sakura household gets their shit sorted out. In a sense. Sakura, not wanting to break up with Hidan for reasons beyond Deidara's comprehension, devises a calendar as a first resort. Wednesdays are her day, Sunday to Tuesday is for Deidara, Thrusday to Saturday is for Hidan.

Deidara threatens to leave again. He doesn't. He still loves(?) Sakura? -- He still likes her a lot and he doesn't want to leave her alone with Hidan. A week into this arrangement Hidan manages to lock lips with Deidara, completing the triangle and rendering the rest history.

This doesn't mean that they're remotely healthy, but they are . . . dysfunctionally functional? Cute?

They sleep in a stupidly small queen-sized bed and Deidara falls out just about every night because Sakura and Hidan are sprawlers. Eventually, Sakura buys one of those giant dog beds for Hidan and/or Deidara to sleep on when she's mad at them, which happens more often than it probably should. They stay together.

All their friends think that they're crazy. Naruto wants Sakura to be happy but doesn't see this as something that's good for her (he's hypocritical for reasons we'll discuss later), Sasuke isn't allowed in their house because Deidara hates the Uchihas and he's a terrible friend either way, but at least he refuses to pass judgement. Ino, who secretly dated Sakura for a week in high school before they both realized that they were straight, thinks that this is the worst decision that Sakura has ever made. Nobody else is close enough to Sakura to risk her inevitable wrath when they tell her that her boyfriends are actually awful people. She doesn't even have an "I can fix them" mentality, they're all just awful.

Anyway! I can discuss the roles of the rest of the cast in another post. This is already long enough, thank you very much.

#txt #hidasakudei #hidasaku #deisaku #hidadei #HidaSakuDei AU #hidan #sakura #deidara #sakuhidadei #sakuhidadei au

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clover-46 · 7 months

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Model Hush making his return into my brain. I'm not wholly sure if this is a good thing or a counterproductive thing. But either way, here I am.

Hush just making another one of his unscheduled visits to Doc's studio, believing that they definitely won't mind. It completely slips his memory that he isn't their only client. Perhaps a pre-Freelancer Gavin? (Got to love those crossover episodes.)

Hush just standing there as Gavin calmly converses with Doc who's just doing the photography for Gavin's company because exposure from someone as big as this could be career changing. Don't get them wrong, Hush's distinct appearance gets them a lot of attention too, but Gavin is a huge name here. Plus he's funny.

Hush waiting for Gavin to leave and doesn't pay any attention to the wink that Gavin sent him on the way out. He just ignored Doc's exasperated surprise and yet another unannounced drop in visit. But no, this visit is different now because he decides that being a model just isn't good enough right now.

So he does the only logical thing and insists that Doc allow him to use their camera for the day, taking candids of whatever catches his eye. It takes a lot of convincing since Doc is pretty sure this goober is going to drop it and crack the lens.

But good thing he's persuasive. So they let him have free reign with a fresh memory card with the condition that he can't leave the studio. At least this gives them an opportunity to work on the fine editing for another project.

Hush goes absolutely nuts with this. Some shots are just blurry pictures of his shadow on the floor or his shoes while he's walking. (He's disappointed when he can't figure out if this camera takes videos or not. He wanted to create a cute little home movie. Oh well, he'll steal Doc's phone at some point and record then.) He took a picture of a dead fly on the window sill. He's basically like when a little kid gets their hands on their parents phone camera for the first time.

At least he's not being too disruptive.

The only high resolution photos are the ones of Doc. A good portion of them are pretty bad when it comes to the focus points. Sometimes it's a focus on the shell of their ear, knee, shoelace. But there are a few in there that are focused on the way they stick their tongue out slightly when they're focusing. Or on the way their jaw tenses when they're frustrated. The little quirks about them captured in the rampage of chaos that is Hush with a camera.

When Doc goes through the photos later, it gives them a little confidence boost. They don't look like a hunchbacked gremlin all the time when they're editing. They look like a cute creative artist.

... and then there's a bad selfie of Hush. How nice.

- 🙊

HELLO NONNY!! thank you for more model hush <3

i love crossover episodes and gavin is indeed very funny lol

oh lord i dont think i would have ever let him use it 😭

AWWWW real hush kinda has that childlike curiosity to him so this makes sense

💀💀💀

@messenger-of-stupidity

#model hush featuring gavin #clover answers ❗️#🙊 anon

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hospitalterrorizer · 7 months

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diary21

9/25-26/2023

i took a walk today.

i saw this guy. i took a picture with him too.

i can scarcely imagine what people are supposed to use this guy for i guess you just throw balls at him and practice aim or something. encountering him felt really crazy. just disused shadows of men posed and waiting to play ball with you.

anyways, i also cleaned the apartment a bunch while listening to the locust and electrosleep int'l, the floors of the bathroom, and then the studio zone i guess, kitchen and everything, under my gf's desk, and i also super cleaned off our kettle, i'd like to go at it again but it's in a decent enough state now. this is gross but oil splatters onto it and i just didn't really bother. don't think badly of me please. it's not like it's for anything but hot water, and like, it's not fancy. but seeing it cleaner, to the point i could really actually see myself in it, was crazy, it's this old thing from my grandma, i never saw the thing approaching bright.

tomorrow we're going to see a movie, and then after is errand day again. everything is super busy suddenly, i guess.

not really actually. but you know. or you don't. i dunno what i'm saying honestlyyy.

i took a walk today, and cleaned so much today, because i need to take a break from music so i can go back to these songs and with a clear head actually listen and decide on changes and things, see what is actually good, or closer to actually good, and what isn't. i've driven myself slightly crazy. i think the most i can let myself do each day, is work on guitar tones, just little stuff at this point, figure out cool ways to distort things and whatever else. to help with guitars, i acquired (lololol) a plugin that simulates pickups on a guitar. really really useful actually. i honestly expected it to sssuck, but it didn't/doesn't, and that plugin came with another thing that can do distortion, and it's a good sounding distortion/bunch of good sounding distortions.

so now that i have all these amp sims, a pickup sim, some physical modeling, impulse responses to simulate cabs, i'm excited about putting imperfect guitar simulations through these things to reach fucked up and weird tones. so far though, i'm really fond of all the ring modulation options i have. they can help me get some locust-y sounds. i can already do that on my own too though honestly.

i should do the last bits of working out i need to do today and wash my face after this song.

today i've also been looking for more images of grubs/larvae/whatever, for the cover art.

and now the movie tomorrow is a maybe. that's mostly okay i guess. i could go either way i was just excited for it because it'd be a welcome distraction so i wouldn't keep obsessing. we'd have to go to a part of town that honestly i am not super crazy about. downtown is just super, i dunno, grody in a way. mega gentrified, supra-millennial, hot, sad. it's the los angeles las vegas crossroads, really. it's better than the strip which is just a soulsucking hell every time i'm there for even a little bit. but the movie would probably be really good, it'd be a wkw movie i'm pretty sure, i've never seen any of his movies.

on my walk i didn't see much else that was really memorable i guess, i walked around where i normally walk around, a lot of other people out today which makes me feel nervous a little i guess, some people stare. i guess at the end of the day i just hope they stare in the more positive way and not because they think i'm way disgusting or something but the positive way is also not actually positive. it's just unfortunately somewhat gratifying to be seen like that i guess.

anyways i'm really sleepy now, so maybe i should just go lay down earlier than usual. it might be really good for me. i can't wait to see if i feel good tomorrow and then not ruin that with forcing myself to sit and listen to these songs over and over and instead maybe just working on a guitar sound or something. that would be kind of a nice day, and then maybe going and seeing a movie, and if i don't i dunno.

oh, tonight i tried something new, breaded chicken and gochujang butter instead of miso butter (still kind of miso butter because i put miso in there too). it was really good. it's kind of like, the best of both worlds.

anyways, byebye!!

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samcrosfaith · 19 days

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SKIN AND BONES 𝟎𝟖| 𝖆 𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙

warning; physical and sexual abuse [not detailed] in this chapter!

With a quiet hum, Tessa followed the slim blonde through the premises of the porn studio where Lyla worked. Tessa entered the building with different expectations and was pleasantly surprised.

It was clean, renovated in a fairly modern way, the directors behind the camera spoke respectfully to the actors in front of the camera, the sight of which took some getting used to. Tessa couldn't help but dare to glance sideways, examining the various sets with curiosity.

Two women were working on one set. A head full of bleach-blonde hair was stuck between a redhead's legs, her lips parted as one fake moan after another fell from her bright red lips. Another moan also came from the other side, not really sounding more genuine than the redhead's.

A question that Tessa had always asked herself was how men, or women, could find something so fake and unrealistic so attractive. It was obvious that no one on set was really seriously excited and horny, everyone was just doing their job and by doing that they seemed surprisingly comfortable. Which spoke for the porn studio.

If employees felt humiliated or mistreated, they wouldn't appear as relaxed and comfortable.

"And here is the photo shoot area", Lyla explained, her sweet, friendly voice catching Tessa's attention. "I know, it's taking some getting used to seeing all thisᅳ but I have a feeling you'd fit in well here."

With a small smile planted on her lips, Tessa's warm brown eyes landed on the enthusiastic blonde. "It's not as strange as I thought it would beᅳ I imagined it would be way worse and, above all, cheaper. It doesn't even smell like pussy in here", she added with a chuckle.

"Most people do imagine it much worse", Lyla winked amused, folding her hands in front of her petite body. "And some studios are exactly thatᅳ cheap and sometimes vulgar, and definitely smelling like cheap pussy. But here everyone is treated with respect and we all make sure it stays clean."

"I can see that, really." Glancing around the huge room that had once served as a warehouse, Tessa finally made a decision. "I think I can imagine working here. I guess I'll have to talk to the boss about that, right?"

"Girl, really? That would be great." Grinning from ear to ear, Lyla hooked her arm with Tessa's and led her straight up a few steps and down a long hallway until she finally knocked on a door. "It's me, Lyla. I have the new girl I told you about with me."

Tessa felt her heartbeat in her throat, her palms sweaty as she waited for an answer from the other side of the doorᅳ which came a moment later. A friendly 'Come in' encouraged Lyla to open the door and just a second later Tessa was dragged into the room.

And the sight almost overwhelmed her.

Dark red carpet was now under her feet, not like the light vinyl flooring in the other rooms. Two walls facing each other were painted the same dark red while the other two were covered in a dark shade of gray. Flashy, oversized gold picture frames hung in a row on the walls, with smaller ones underneath. All of them framed porn magazine covers or awards.

Scantily clad to naked women could be seen on every poster, the oldest picture was probably from the early 80's and the newest looked quite modern, probably from the same year as they were now. Tessa had to admit that every single photo was well taken and looked pretty good and classy for a porn magazineᅳ which was just as unexpected as the rest Tessa had seen so far.

"You must be Tessa." A slender but not exactly tall man, maybe a head taller than her, held his hand out to Tessa after he walked around his table and strolled over to her, a magazine-ready smile on his aging face. "I'm Gregor Malachi, the boss and contact person here."

He didn't seem like one of those typical sleazy porn producers either. More like a salesman who really wanted to sell a product.

"Hi, nice to meet you", she said smiling as she held out her hand, gritting her teeth as the man's handshake was stronger than expected. "I heard you’re looking for a model."

"Right", the man confirmed with a hum before he looked at Lyla, extending his hand towards the door. "Will you give us a moment alone?"

Lyla flashed Tessa a questioning look, just to see if the younger woman was comfortable staying alone with Gregor. After she gave her a curt nod, Lyla left the room with a squeeze of Tessa's arm and closed the door behind her.

"Sit down." Gregor took a seat behind his desk again, which was surprisingly tidy, and Tessa discovered a family photo on it.

"You got a nice family", she remarked honestly, pointing at the photo. "I have a son too, just younger."

"Oh, they are, thank you." Gregor replied, a proud expression on his face as he took a quick look at the picture himself before studying Tessa. "Do you really want the job? As a mother, I mean. Many women are afraid that their children will have to face the consequences from it later."

A soft sigh fell from Tessa's lips, a tight-lipped smile playing around it. "Of course I'm worried about that, and that's why I have a few questions before I make a decision."

More than just one factor played a decisive role here. She also had to constantly think about the fact that Happy wasn't really enthusiastic about the job. Since their little argument two days ago they hadn't talked muchᅳ not at all actually.

But it was her life, and they weren't a couple or anything like that. Sure, she couldn't deny that she liked himᅳ and that she wanted to get to know more of him. But she needed a job, preferably a well-paying one if she wanted to afford an apartment and day care.

"Of course, you can ask whatever you wantᅳ I'll try to answer everything", Gregor replied openly, his hands folded on the dark wooden table. "What are your questions, Tessa?"

Slightly nervous, Tessa ran her delicate fingers through her black hair, taking a breath. "Uh, so, will the photos be published everywhere or just on certain pornographic websites? And would I be employed or would I be paid per shoot? And how many would that be per month?"

As Tessa spoke, the man across from her nodded repeatedly to show her that he was listening and showing interest in her questions. While doing so he opened a drawer of his desk and slid a small stack of papers over the surface of the table, the papers held together at one corner with a paper clip.

"This is the contract, everything you need to know is in it, which I'll explain to you in a minute. You don't have to make the decision immediately and you have enough time to read the contract at homeᅳ but I need a decision by the end of the week", he told her, his expression filled with friendly seriousness. "To your questions; the photos are only published on websites that are specifically looking for such pictures. In some cases, the photos are also used for Covers, which means that your face ends up in various magazines in which our studio is mentioned. And yes , these magazines can then be bought in every store. You would be permanently employed and get a fixed salary every month because you will have weekly shoots. You will be well booked, trust me. You definitely won't get bored."

Tessa relaxed a little as Gregor gave her an encouraging smile before continuing. "The pay is good, you don't have to worry about that. You'll be able to get your son everything he wants. Above all, the three thousand is just your starting salary, it can quickly get higher."

As uncomfortable as it made Tessa, she couldn't resist asking a question because of her skepticism. "What do I have to do? I mean, there has to be a catch, right?"

"Why would there be a catch?" With a certain amount of amusement, Gregor's brow shot up, his hands now folded under his chin, which he rested on them. "Afraid you'll have to sleep your way up? Not here, not in my studio, Tessa. I'm a professional businessman and not a pimp. The harder you work, the better the payᅳ it's that simple. I treat my employees with respect."

"No, I, uh, I didn't mean it like that at all", Tessa almost stuttered, her cheeks red from embarrassment at having accused the man in front of her of such a thing. "I just want to be careful and not end up regretting my decision."

"You won't", Gregor assured her, his tone serious and extremely professional as he adjusted his tie. "I like that you're scepticalᅳ in this industry that's important. Look, think about it. For me, I would definitely give you a chance. You're really pretty, and youngᅳ the perfect model for our studio. "

It felt good to hear such things and it boosted Tessa's self-confidence immensely. There were moments when the Laney woman felt anything but pretty or attractiveᅳ but she also had moments when she was confident. Until now, most people have only ever used her, which can really weaken someone's confidence.

It was all the nicer to hear things like thatᅳ even if Gregor probably said that to most women.

"I mean, that all sounds pretty good", she said with a hum, scanning the first page of the contract with a quick look. "And I really don't have to make my movies?"

"No." Gregor's answer came quickly, but there was still something regretful in his tone. "I would love to have you as a porn actress too, I only have one dark-haired girl so far. And you would be a breath of fresh air. The gothic style sells wellᅳ it has something beautifully wicked and at the same time something macabre that many people are into", he stopped talking for a moment, tapping the tip of his index finger against his lips. "So if you ever want to get into the porn film business, let me know."

"Iᅳ" Tessa paused, biting her bottom lip in slight embarrassment as she dropped her eyes, feeling a little overwhelmed with the whole situation. A part of her was curious. Should she give it a try? Or was it better not to?

"So, so pretty", Gregor's tone held a gentle sternness, almost sounding like a teacher carefully checking his student's work while he pinched Tessa's chin between his index finger and thumb to lift her head again. With a charming smile he looked into two nervous eyes. "Think about itᅳ I wouldn't hesitate for a second and give you another contract. The pay would be significantly higher."

Now a feeling of discomfort crept into Tessa, which caused her to pull her head back decisively to shake off the producer's hand. She cleared her throat quietly as Gregor leaned back while flashing her a small smirk. "I'll let you know as soon as I've made a decision.

"Do that", Gregor nodded, charming as always. "And don't take too much timeᅳ lots of girls want the job."

"I won't", Tessa assured before standing up, pulling her lace top a little further over her exposed skin before clutching the contract in her hand. "It was nice to meet you, Gregor."

"I can say the same, Tessa", he placed extra emphasis on her name, which flowed from his tongue as he shot her another wink. "I hope I'll hear from you."

A small plastic smile was all Tessa could manage before she left the office and jogged down the stairs, flashing Lyla a smile. The blonde waved and shouted that she would call later, but Lyla was busy on a set and didn't have time to talk at the moment.

Which was fine, Tessa didn't feel like talking at the moment anywayᅳ first she wanted to head home and spend time with Sawyer before she would read through the contract and making a decision.

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With the contract and her cell in one hand, Tessa balances herself towards the door with two full shopping bags, a groan of annoyance coming from her when she couldn't find the key she had just used to lock her old BMW.

However, the search was over when the door in front of her opened and Happy's hands reached for the two bags after greeting her with a quiet grunt.

"Hey." Surprised that he was here and not Maria, she followed the grim-looking man into the kitchen and chewed on the inside of her cheek. "I didn't know you were here. Where's Maria? And Sawyer?"

"It's my house, remember?" From the corner of his eye, Happy glanced at the dark-haired girl, making sure if there was anything wrong with her, if she was okay. "Ma had to go to the ER, she didn't feel good. How was your job interview?"

"I know, and I'm glad you're here. The last two days have been pretty quiet without you", she said honestly, placing her contract and phone on the table before her eyes widened with concern. "What, why? Was watching Sawyer too exhausting for her?"

"No", Happy assured her, grunting as he could see the guilt and worry in Tessa's brown lenses, a sigh slipping past his lips. "She forgot to take her medsᅳ wasn't the first time this happened. She's fine though, I can pick her up later."

"Fuck...I should've paid more attention. Were you watching Sawyer since that happened?" Tessa sighed quietly as her platform boot-covered feet carried her towards Happy, closing the distance between them. She looked up at him uncertainly. "Can we talk, please? I don't want things to be like this between us. Iᅳ", she paused, kneading her fingers nervously.

"Not your fault. And yeah, Sawyer is his room", he told her with a shrug. The muscles in his body tensed as Tessa stood so close in front of him and looked at him with her doe brown eyes, her dark hair covering the sides of her pale face. He himself was trying to sound gruff, even harsh, trying to hide how much he also had missed her the last two days. "You what?"

What the hell was wrong with him? Why did he care so much what she thought? What she wanted? She was just another woman who complicated things. Or was Tessa different? Hell, of course she was different than any of the Croweaters or sweet butts.

"I missed you", she finally admitted after a moment's hesitation, not sure if he seemed so dismissive because he was still angry or because he was annoyed with her. "I don't want to fight, Happy. Please.."

"Please what?" Suddenly his head snapped around, his face just a few inches away from hers. It was only because of her shoes that they were somewhat at eye level. "Are you the one wanting to work in a fuckin' porn studio or do I, huh?!"

"Why the fuck does this bother you so much?!" She crossed her arms defensively, causing him to back away as if he had been burned himself as her arms slightly brushed against him, confusing her even more. "What's your problem, Happy? I just want to understand!"

"You're not some slut, Tessa! Why don't you understand that?!" Happy's voice grew louder with every word that fell from his lips, the veins in his forehead throbbing.

The young woman's breath hitched, the lump in her throat growing as Happy's patience grew thin. "But Lyla works there tooᅳ and you don't think she's a slut, right?"

Tessa observed Happy's sudden change in behavior with curiosity. Huffing, he ran his hand over his face before perching his hands against the edges of the well-used kitchen counter, his gaze trained out the window above the sink.

"No, she's not", he answered grimly, clearly annoyed that Tessa had a point. "Stillᅳ you don't belong there."

"And why not?" Tessa sighed again, her arms falling to her sides as she walked back to him. This time she leaned against the kitchen counter with more distance to him. "I can't lose Sawyer, Happy. That means I need a jobᅳ one that pays enough. Don't you understand that?"

"You would find something else", the SAA argued stubbornly, his gaze now landing on her. As much as he hated it, he could still understand her. "Is this what you really want? Working in a porn-studio? This job isn't for everyone."

"Maybe", she agreed sensibly. She didn't want to deny the fact at all. "And just because I'm taking this job now doesn't mean I'm going to do this forever. Only until I find something that pays just well."

For a long moment the room was filled with uncomfortable silence, only the muffled sounds Sawyer was making in the other room could be heard. Apparently he hadn't heard their little argument, which Tessa was glad about.

"Are you going to make movies, too?" There was something in Happy's tone that made Tessa's heart beat faster. Was he jealous? Worried? She wasn't sureᅳ but she liked it.

Her features softened, the slightest smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "No, even though I got the offer, I just want to work as a model."

Her answer satisfied him, but he couldn't help but let out a scoff anyway. "Of course you got the offer. That guy would be stupid not to ask a woman like you."

"A woman like me?" Tessa's thin, perfectly shaped eyebrow rose in curiosity. "What do you mean by that?"

"That you're prettyᅳ really pretty. He'd be stupid not to ask you. You got the looks, a character and the talent, that's the fuckin' jackpot", Happy replied with a shrug, being brutally honest, seeing no reason to lie to her. The blush that then crossed her face, apparently that's what his statement did to her, sent a warm feeling through his chest.

What the hell was wrong with him?

"Happyᅳ"

"It's okay," he grunted. This time he closed the distance between them. Knowing that he would only push her away if he forbade her to do things, he had to accept, even if he didn't like it, that she wanted to work as a nude model. "If you want the job, then take it. But if anyone disrespects you, I will show up there."

"I'm sorry", she whispered, her throat dry as the desert as he approached her. "I know it bothers you, and I hate that. But I really need the money."

And there it was againᅳ a moment that felt so real, so raw. The feeling of complete contentment came over her, and also him, again as the scent of Happy's aftershave, the leather of his kutte and his breath filled her nostrilsᅳ that's how close he was.

"I know", Happy rasped, bringing his hand to her cheek when the moment felt right. Then he sighed deeply, knowing he had to tell her the real reason why he was gone the last two days. "Your father is gone, deadᅳ that's the real reason why I haven't been here for two days."

Mike Laney's time had already been limited that day when he laid hands on Happy's mother. The only reason the guy was still on two legs was because of Tessa and Sawyer. Now that Sawyer was back with Tessa, there was no reason for Happy to let the bastard liveᅳ which he had put an end to last night and then returned to Charming.

At first he thought about not telling Tessa, keeping it to himself to spare her the pain she might feelᅳ but she had a right to know. Even though she might hate him for it and see a monster in him.

Startled, she stumbled back a step, her arms wrapped around her own body as she let the news sink in. She knew the day would come, Happy had warned herᅳ and she had no idea that it would hurt her so much when she heard those words.

But here she stood, her eyes filled with tears, her petite body tense as pain ripped through her chest. Just a moment later she burst into tears, collapsing into one of the chairs.

Her sobs and sniffles filled the small room, causing Happy's features to harden again. That wasn't what he wantedᅳ to make her cry. It bothered him more than he thought it would.

"I didn't think it would bother you so much", he grumbled, running a hand over his head. "Why does this affect you so much? Has he ever done anything good for you?"

At his question, Tessa snorted a laugh, shaking her head. "Hell no, I don't even know why I'm crying", she choked out, her breath coming in gasps as she tried to calm down. "Well, onceᅳ there was one time he actually helped me, had my back."

"Yeah? What did he do?" With his arms folded, Happy examined the woman, whose shoulders slumped as another sniffle echoed through the room. It was hard to believe that Michael had one good bone in his body.

"When I found out I was pregnant with Sawyer", she began, her lips formed into a thin line as she thought back to the moment she told Cal about the pregnancy. "My ex freaked outᅳ a complete tantrum. That was probably the scariest moment of my life. For once Mike wasn't an asshole when I came home with a broken nose and bruised ribs. I was still so young, desperate and alone. As much as I despise my dad for what he did to Maria and my mother back then, I will always appreciate how he stood behind me in that moment."

Happy's jaw was tense, the muscles in it twitching as a sense of anger rushed through his body. "What did your ex do?"

To this day, the blood ran cold in Tessa's veins as she thought back to the day when her entire life had suddenly changed.

Flashback 2006 / four, almost five years ago

[In season 5, in which this story takes place, it was

approximately the year 2010. That explains four

years earlier/2006. I hope it makes sense.]

"You..", he said with a low growl, getting in her face. So close his alcohol-infected breath made her feel a wave of nausea. "You're getting an abortion, you hear me, little whore?"

"Fuck no!", Tessa spat as she felt anger rip through her whole body, slamming a protective hand over her not yet existent bump. "This is my baby. I don't give a shit if you want it or notᅳ but I'm keeping it!"

Cal let out a humorless laugh, not amused by the fact she was giving him shit. With a passiv-aggressive wheeze, he slapped her across the face with the back of his hand, causing her head to whip to the side, a grin tugging at his lips as he heard something crack.

As the dark-haired girl winced in pain, bringing a hand up to her burning cheek, feeling warm liquid running down her nose and over her lips, Cal grabbed a fistful of her black hair, pulling her face close to his.

"If you don't get an abortion", he hummed dangerously, his voice dripping with venom as he spoke so low it was only a whisperᅳ a dark, threatening whisper. "I'll fuckin' kill you and that little bastard inside you. You hear me, bitch?"

Tessa's whole body was shaking, filled with anger and disgust, fear flashing in her tear-filled eyes. Her blood-covered, plump lips trembled, unable to hold back a painful sob as his grip got tighter and a metallic taste filled her mouth. She believed him, she believed that he would kill her without giving it a second thought.

So, the only solution that she came up with was to lie, letting him think that he had won this argument. Wincing in pain again as he, out of nowhere, slammed the side of her face into the wall next to them, she nodded quickly. Thank God it was only a dry wall and not one made out of bricks.

"Iᅳ I'll get an abortion, I promise", she cried out, full on ugly crying at the thought of actually having to get rid of her baby.

She could never. This was her own flesh and blood. Her age didn't matter, the fact that she didn't have much money also didn't matterᅳ she would give birth to that baby and give him or her all the love she had in her.

"You better fuckin' do", Cal huffed, pushing her onto the carpet-covered floor before kicking against her ribs, a sick smile growing on his face as he heard her cry out once again. "Get the fuck up, you're embarrassing yourself. And clean your blood off the damn carpet!"

Rubbing the tip of his nose, Cal crouched down, forcing her head up by her hair again. Shit, something about her crying, the way her Make-Up was running down her face and mix with the blood, made him hard.

"But first you're goin' to give me a blowjob." Pulling her to her knees, he stood up and fiddled with his belt, all while grinning down at the mess on the floor. "And it better be a good one. That's what you women are here for, right?"

Tessa had no choice and she knew it. Only a moment later she was forced to wrap her lips around his rock hard cock while he inflicted even more pain on her with his fist closed around her knotted hair, mercilessly face-fucking her.

This was the scariest and probably most humiliating moment of her lifeᅳ one that she would never forget.

Flashback over

"That's why I don't want CPS to know about Sawyer's dadᅳ because his father is a piece of shit", the Laney woman spat bitterly after she had told Happy the whole story, her chair sliding back as she stood up. "I don't give a shit if I have less moneyᅳ I'd rather die than taking any money from Cal", a hysterical laugh fell over her lips as she paced the room. "Besides, Cal would kill me before he'd have to pay me any money."

"He can try", Happy's menacing voice cut through the air like a knife. He took quick steps towards Tessa, grasping her arm and looking at her with urgency once he had her attention.

Fuck, he felt for the young woman. And he felt an immense rage, the urge to break every single bone in Cal's body for what he did to Tessa. No one, no man in the world, should ever lay hands on a womanᅳ that was something Happy would never accept.

If it were up to him, Cal would be dead in an instant, buried and forgotten. It seemed like he had to make one more person disappear.

"The fucker will never find out about Sawyer. But if he ever finds out about him and wants to hurt you for it, which he shouldn't try, he'll have to get past me first", he assured her firmly, her face now back in his hands as he stared down at her. "You're safe with me, little girl."

New tears gathered in Tessa's brown eyes, a weak nod all she could offer as she stood there with him. Then, when he called her little girl, it was over for herᅳ she now knew what she wanted, what she was craving for.

#romance #violence #writer #writers on tumblr #smut #charlie hunnam #happy lowman #original character #happy lowman x reader #sons of anarchy

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tetsunabouquet · 8 months

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So, yesterday was amazing!!! Minnie performed a solo version of 'Dahlia', that I need the studio version of, pronto. I also have a recoding of Shuhua sexy dancing to Britney Spears that still leaves me a melted pudle on the floor. She did so great! I loved the way we all sung together to Yuqi's solo especially. It created such a sweet moment that is nothing short of 'gezellig'. This is a Dutch word that doesn't really has an English equivalent, a cosy, friendly vibe would be the closest. It was so strong, I felt the urge to sling my arm over a random girl's shoulder because of the magic in the air. Obviously I didn't because that would be weird. Nothing short of amazing. They were as gorgeous as I expected them to be, just like they were as talented as I expected them to be. Again, Minnie's Dahlia performance was to die for. Oh, I get chills from just thinking about it! It was phenomenal. She was the moment. I met some nice people I exchanged socials with, so that was great. one of them mentioned they had Miyeon's solo album so I tried my best to recor the performance and my recording was better then his so he's happy with my footage! He in return had managed to capture a short part of Minnie's Dahlia performance, which made me happy. I'm currently still in my reliving the concert phase, and all the footage does help me fangirl it out! I apologize to the girl in front of me who got caught between me, and a small group of Shuhua fans in front of her. She was trapped in a Shuhua mania LOL. My only issues with the concert was that obviously, I wished they would keep performing forever, how any attempt to record the Dahlia performance failed, how people already started clapping during Minnie's famous highnote in Lion instead of clapping after the high note because I seriously wished to enjoy that and the German men next to me. I'll admit, I wasn't picture perfect as I just did a Kuroko to swim along in the crowd because my short ass couldn't see a thing, until I was behind one of these dudes. He was probably about 2 meter and he had noticed me trying to hop behind him in an attempt to see the stage. I could literally feel his body tighten as if he were trying to push me away, so I pushed him away instead. Nobody got injured and with him out of the way I could finally see. Another girl who's friend I landed next to shot me a disapproving look, but throughout the concert all I could think of was, 'Girl, I did you a favor', because these dudes were genuine assholes. For one, they were also attending their Berlin concert which made some of their actions feel more entitled, these men were at least in their mid-thirties which made them cursing amongst themselves about the kids attending the concert feel really mean-spirited (dude, it's less worse then a Blackpink concert and you're older then the demographic of the group which are college students so don't whine about being surrounded by people younger then you), they trash-talked my country, when a girl got a text message the other dude was seriously peering over her shoulder and reading whatever she was typing as a reply, there was an overweight woman at the front who either needed something to drink or to go to the toilet and nobody includng the 2M German guy wouldn't budge even for her passing and she was apologizing over and over as if the crowd not making way for her was her fault when everyone else were the ones literally acting like, 'screw this lady's safety. I don't want to lose a single second of recording the performances because she needs to leave'. I tried to give her a comforting hand on her shoulder and a smile as she tried to squirm between me (who was the only one stepping aside) and the German dude. I felt so bad for her. I could go on about these dudes just being rude. To the two girls next to me, you dodged a bullet because these guys were douchebags who felt like a rain on my Neverland parade. I suppose that was my punishment for pushing so I could actually see the concert. Like we say in my tongue, 'God punishes immediately'.

#gidle #g idle #yuqi #minnie #shuhua #soyeon #miyeon #dahlia performance #IT WAS EPIC

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ekoilemartinwrite · 1 year

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Journal February 26, 2023

So I took down all the walls – all of the photos from my danced studio, my dance space. I wasn't really able to do anything else after that today, I meant to do a lot more mental and social work than that. I listened to a few podcasts, but beyond that I didn't do anything else of note be on some work on the house for the rest of the day. I put a lot of work into those arrangements, where those photos would go what they would be when I first put them up.

It has better flooring now, a bit of cushion and the nice rug. It's going to be a more shared space, still from movement but it isn't just my focus. I want my roommate to use it to. Somehow the process of taking down the pictures, stripping the tape from behind each one, – it somehow felt more difficult to do than I expected. I put a lot of time and investment into that. I knew it wasn't forever. I think I feel hurt, maybe touch betrayed by myself. That is I feel like I betrayed myself by so willingly just taking it all down. Spiritually it felt like "a Temple of flesh". And I knew I needed to come down anyway. I'm glad it is down. There are still some photos that need to come down though. There are two photos which I prefer to keep up. One is a cross which I drew and it's a rainbow. The other is the "no negative body issues, negative self talk, or excuses allowed". I like

especially. I think the only photos that are still up are on the foot of the mirrors and near the floor on the wall. I don't know what photos I want to put up. That's going to take some very serious consideration. I think on some level that scares me. Along with all the other things I need to be thinking about.

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I did not fall off the bandwagon today. But I was tempted. I was thinking about why did I do it? What set it off.? What was I trying to get met, what need was I trying to get satisfied? Because I also looked up another group, where next week I would be able to go and get mutual touch some of whom from people who would like to see me again, and who I saw a good number of times before I quit that. Very low price for massage and mutual touch. And that spiral stemmed from an earlier spiral a few days ago. I'm I was trying to understand why. I wanted to feel desired

The topic kind of came up that oh will be nice forever, and I said not really. When you replacing the desire with something that is healthy the desire for the unhealthy thing doesn't really stick around, because once you actually have a desire for the healthy thing, the unhealthy thing isn't appealing anymore. It just doesn't have the same interest.

For me it's trying to gauge how much I really want to go to over whom that's two hours away, to touch other men, and be touched by those men and, and learn how to give sensual and sexual touch to male genitalia; I know one of the assistance will very much be happy to see me and to 1° or another will probably want to try and give me going for multiple player orgasms even if there's no sticky bits involved. The main instructor will have heard of me though I have not met him before. And I do not identify as gay, pan-, or by, for any of it. There is one woman who has my heart. And it's still a desire for her body that really gets me going – mostly. And there's a lot less leeway there than one might expect. The last time

Him the last time I had any major contacts, or even group contact with people who were interested in giving affection, it was a similar group of people. Who I did not know well, work in it purely for the carnality, and liked if they liked me, it was more about what I could do for them, and what I looked like – not about who I was as a person not about my own mental health or whether or not either of us could make the other laugh if need be. It's not just about being wanted by anyone, but by the right one. Someone who wants you just as much as you want them. Anything else is cheap and tawdry and ephemeral. It wishes it could be more things in this said. My throat voice crack the degree of how much I miss that sensation. I don't think I've ever really had that much in my life. Maybe sort out with my first girlfriend Sarah that is when there I don't think so. When

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modthoughts00 · 1 year

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Summer Sublet

Drip drip. My eyes jolt open as I am greeted by the tranquil pitter patter of rain outside my fogged window. It hasn't rained all summer in New York since I moved here. My mom and I found this three story apartment to sublet for summer. I guess the girl before didn’t think to mention the leak in the ceiling.

“Bing - Did you see the rain sweetie? Can’t wait to catch up after my show tonight. XX mom”

I hate that she signs her texts like I dont have her name in my phone. Like the whole world doesn't know who she is. I stumble into the kitchen about 10 feet from my bed in my studio, to find a pot that's not covered in yesterday's ramen to put under the leak.

“Bing - Did you see this?'' Laura, my older sister, always scours the internet for articles on our moms Broadway shows. “Margaret - the forever 20 something” there's a film photo next to the article of a young Margaret smoking a cigarette outside a club in manhattan. She’s oozing elegance and sex appeal. My mother is the sweetest, yet most selfish woman you will ever meet. Her ex boyfriend used to say she looks like a combination of Jennifer Aniston and Marilyn Monroe. As much as I hated him…He was right. I never knew if people loved her or were afraid of her, I don’t really know where I land on that either. Laura definitely loves her. They get along like 2 peas in a pod. Laura just moved to Paris to be a dancer with the Moulin rouge. Anytime we facetime, they go off like twin flames about show biz. After a few OMG’s and gasps I start falling asleep to their voices. It's become a sort of ritual for me to sleep. I still don’t know if they notice.

“ I didn’t but nice” I replied. There's so many articles out there like this. But this picture of her looks a little like me. But she’s much prettier I think.

“Fuck is it 7 already”. I pull on a different version of the same outfit I wear every day like a zombie, grab my purse and run to the elevator.

“ What floor are you going to ?” a shy voice from behind me says. I turn my frazzled self to see a tall, lanky boy.

“Uhh the bottom floor… main floor..uhh Lobby..”

Oh god is that what I look like? It always trips me out how I can see 1000 of me with the 360 degree mirrors in here.

God why is he so handsome? He must be new. He politely pushes the button without acknowledging my clumsy chatter. The elevator smells like sweet cigarettes. Similar to the smell that wafts from my window.

“ Do you live in the building?” I ask, trying to hide my giddyness. Obviously he lives here… why else would he be in the elevator Phoebe.

“ Yeah I live in 3b, you?”

“ Nahh, I'm just a squatter.” I joke back

“ Ahh got a little criminal in the building, do we?”

“ Yeah that's me the criminal in 3C”

“ Oi were neighbours? How come I never see you on the balcony ?”

“ The balcony?” I question back, I do not have a balcony.

“ Yeah, outside your window there's a little fire escape. I have a smoke out there every night”. His voice was so low, he looked away, like I might judge him for smoking.

“ Ohhh yeah my mom told me not to open the window. She's a little paranoid, you know? ‘Stranger danger’”.I say mockingly.

“ Ahh well I’m Elijah” he reaches out his hand.

“ Phoebe. Nice to meet you” I shake his hand and little sparks go up my arm.

“ Well, maybe open your window more, now that I am not a stranger, Phoebe” the elevator opens and he walks out not turning around to say goodbye.

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littlest-dark-age · 3 years

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Damiano david headcannons

Tagging @daddydamiano @noshame-bb @mywritingonlyfans

Translations 1, my soul 2, angel 3, my love 4, my life 5, little star 6, puppy 7, bunny 8, sweetness. Please let me know if any translation is incorrect.

Damiano would always be pressing kisses into your soft skin, wherever he could reach at the moment. The two of you are cooking and you have a huge sleep shirt on that reveals your shoulders? Kiss. You're fiddling with his hands out in public due to nerves? He's kissing every finger while looking you in the eye with a grin. You'd think he's convinced its a carnal sin to not kiss you every five minutes

He would beg you to do his makeup, constantly. He loves the intimacy of it, you usually sit on his lap for it and the way you gently cup his strong jaw turns him into an absolute puddle. You lose count of how many times you have to make him look back at you because he just wants to close his eyes and sink into the warmth you radiate. But you can't be mad at him, not when he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, shining with love.

Damia would absolutely give you one of his rings, and if it doesn't fit your fingers, no worries. He'll just give you one of his chains to put it on. He loves to kiss it when you wear it, whether it be on the chain or your hand. It always makes his heart skip a beat, a claim to the world that he was the lucky one to capture your affections

Please play with his hair, please. He will turn into a puppy the minute your nails graze his scalp. It doesn't matter the length, he loves it. His eyes slowly shut as you scratch at the shaved sides but he'll deny that he's about to fall asleep.

Spa nights. Just, spa nights. He will let you put the cute animal headbands on him to keep his hair out of his mask, even letting you put it on him. Dami would love to watch movies like Legally Blonde and Clueless while you paint his nails and the glittery mask on his face dries. Never wearing a shirt, saying he wants skin to skin with you as he raises your shirt up to your chest so the two of you are pressed together. He'd sit on the floor, letting you work the hair mask through his hair as the first movie goes off and he starts to hunt for another, one of his hands stroking your bare leg.

Sleepy make out sessions are his favorite, after he's had his tea and the two of you are dead tired but can't stop. Even going as far to tell you that the two of you really should go to bed, as he's sweetly kissing you. There's no rush to it, no need to hide away your love as it's just the two of you. Locked away from the rest of the world, where damiano david is just yours. Where his nose keeps bumping yours just so he can hear you laugh and have you rub your own against his, like a bunny. His hands snaking up the back of your shirt to stroke down the length of your spine with the tips of his fingers. Barely enough for you to be able to feel it.

If you were okay with it, he would absolutely want to tattoo you. He would never pressure you to if you really didn't but he would try to convince you if you were on the fence about it. If you let him pick, good luck. It would either be something like 'i am yours', which he would get a matching one. Probably around his heart. Or it would be something for måneskin. To have something he worked so hard on, permanently on someone he loves so so much would have him ecstatic.

The pet names. They're never ending and ever changing. He says he can't help it and that he just says what comes to mind when he sees you. Whether that's anima mia 1, angelo 2, amore mio 3, vita mia 4, stellina 5, cucciolo 6, leprotta 7, or dolcezza 8. You never know which one to expect but they all bring a smile to your face, nevertheless.

Damiano would always ask your opinion on his stage outfits, not really for reassurance but more so to involve you in every possible thing he can. He loves your input and always takes it into consideration. And you help him remember some things, like something might make him too hot or might restrict his movements on stage. The practical things he doesn't always think about, more focused on the look and aesthetic of it.

Pictures, pictures and more pictures. He loves taking pictures of you doing the smallest of tasks, especially for when he has to be away from you. If you hid your face, he would still adore the photo but pout a bit because he couldn't see you. Even if photos could never compare to the real thing, in his words. He just wants you to be able to love yourself the way he loves you. He doesn't care about some imperfections, they're what make up you and everybody has them. So, it's probably easier to just let him have his pictures.

His lockscreen is a picture of you and him with the cats piled up between the two of you. You didn't even know he took it until you went to check something on his phone for him. Dami says you look so peaceful in it, pressing a kiss to the cat's head with your eyes closed, and that it always helps him calm down when he looks at it. That it reminds him of home when he's not there to hold you on the nights on the road. Although, his wallpaper is an entirely different story. A bit more...spicy, if you will. It's a picture of you laying in bed wearing black lacy lingerie with a camera in your hand, and Damiano's legs are able to be seen straddling your waist.

He might not always be able to call or facetime during a tour but believe it when he makes those calls worth it. He loves to be able to call you for hours at a time and if time zones allow it, go to sleep with you on call. If not, that's okay. He has your time zone saved in his clock so he can always be sure to send you a goodnight or good morning text, even if it's a bit late or early. Damia needs to have that little slice of normalcy to keep him from going crazy during the tour. He lives and breathes music, don't get me wrong. But you are his soul and his mind, without you, there would be no music.

If you're out with the band, he will pull you as close as you'll allow. Even onto his lap if it's a more private place or just you and the others. But this also means you'll be poked and tickled the entire night, even if you slap his hands away. He can't keep his hands off of your ribs, no matter how sore his hands get from your smacks. He compares it to when a kitten nibbles on them.

Damiano needs to be convinced to take a break and slow down, often. He gets so swept up in it that he doesn't realize he hasn't had a proper meal in a couple of days or that he's been skimping on sleep to write lyrics and play around with harmonies. Getting him out of the studio is hard, but much needed. He will appreciate it, as well as apologize for neglecting you for the past days. A nice date or just something to get him outside is just what he needed. No matter how casual it is, being able to relax and spend some time with you is one of his favorite things to do.

Some of his favorite dates are the ones where the two of you are able to just do something and have a good time without the pressure of having to dress up and get ready. He still uses the heart shaped mug you made him on one of your dates, still listens to the record you got him when the two of you got all of your favorite albums and swapped. He still has the tickets from the first movie the two of you were able to go and see together, stuck in between the worn pages of some old book of italian poems he's had forever

His love language is a mix of acts of service and gift giving. He loves to give you little trinkets and stuff he finds while on tour, each item reminding him of you in some way or another. Even if it's just a rock he thought you might like, a pair of earrings you've mentioned before or even just something he thought you might could use. And he will give you one of his oversized blazers if the two of you are out and it's cool, even make sure you have enough to eat and offer you bites of his own food if you want. Hell, if you wanted what he ordered versus what you ordered, he would swap it even if your dish isn't his favorite thing.

Dami loves cooking with you, there's something so domestic about it that he can't help but imagine your future together. He always claims that the meals the two of you prepare together are the best thing he's ever eaten, no matter how simple it is. Just don't break the pasta in front of him, you'll send him into cardiac arrest.

He loves it when you trace and kiss his tattoos, they're something he's proud of and knowing how much you like them just makes him happy. Of course, he knows you don't have to adore every tattoo he has as long as he's happy with it, but it still makes him feel nice when you show his ink a bit of love. It always tickles him a bit when you drag your nail on the ones in his chest, sending shivers down his spine when you do.

He is a cover hog, yet denies it with every bone in his body. He claims you push them onto him most of the time, despite the fact that you struggle to cover up completely whilst he's on the other side of the bed bundled up like a baby with almost the entire cover. Thankfully, he's warm enough that you can just curl up behind him or into his side and get all the heart that you need from him. He still denies that he hogs the covers when the entire comforter is in a pile on his side, almost like he's trying to build himself a nest

Showering together is one of his favorite things, he loves how intimate it can be. Holding you and helping you wash up without any need to be awkward and feeling comfortable in your own skin in front of each other means so much to him. Being able to be open with one another and not hide anything, even if it's insecurities about your body. He understands that the world isnt always the nicest place and that he can't undo how people's words might hurt you but he'll try his best to get you to love your body

Damiano would love to teach you italian if you didn't already and wanted to learn. He's so excited to be able to share something like this with you that he doesn't realize how hard it is to teach someone an entire language. He overestimates himself and how good of a teacher he is, but that doesn't mean he won't try his best. It just takes a little bit of time, for the both of you. He understands the struggles of learning a new language and wouldn't try to push you to learn it so soon. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day.

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btsxmalereaders · 3 years

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☆ Even in zero gravity, I would still fall for you!

♡ pairing — bang chan x male reader

> genre — fluff | f2l

> word count — 4.3k I don't know how this happened

> summary — chan realises he likes you by not being able to use pickup lines on you

> a/n — i saw a tiktok where chan says he's gonna use a pickup line on felix and my love-deprived self ended up writing this lol i hope you all like it

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"Hey, how you doin'?" Chan casually says as he enters the kitchen, trying not to grin and start giggling right away. He even places his hands over the table and tilts his head a little in an attempt to look confident. Felix takes his attention away from the food he is cooking and turns on his feet to look at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Good?" He answers with an air of suspicion. "Why?"

Chan finally lets out a small giggle, "Oh nothing, I was just thinking that... I am not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together."

And Felix thinks it's a creative pickup line, funny even, but what ends up making him laugh is the way his best friend bends over to start laughing louder and the way his cheeks turn reddish at the embarrassment he's probably feeling.

"That was a good one, I must say," He chuckles. "Not as great as the Optimus Fine one, though. Even if it made you laugh for ten minutes after you said it."

And Chan can only laugh harder at the remembrance, placing his hands over his slightly aching abdomen and gasp for air when he can't handle it anymore. Felix giggles as well and denies with his head, going back to stir what's on the pot.

"Stays keep getting creative when it comes to flirting with you," He speaks again as the laughter finally dies down. "They probably think you might use it on someone you like, and you're here almost crying because you use them on us."

Chan hums, "Well, I don't really like anyone right now."

Felix turns off the stove and makes a -dramatic- pause, turning again to face Chan as he gets closer and squints his eyes. "I don't believe it."

"What?" Chan laughs. "Why would I lie?"

"I don't know, but I don't buy it. Maybe it's the love songs you have as drafts in your laptop."

"Ah, that doesn't mean I'm in love," He explains and takes a seat in front of him, nervously scratching the back of his neck. "That's why they're still drafts, though. They don't convey the feeling of being in love because I am not in love, you know?"

"Good point, but it still doesn't convince me."

"Why?" He asks again with a chuckle, a little embarrassed by the sudden interest in his - nonexistent - love life. "You know our activities barely give us time for ourselves, so it's almost impossible to have a relationship with someone. At least a formal one."

"You can still like someone and not be with them." Felix shrugs. "So spill it. Who is it?"

And Chan knows he's just messing around with him, but he can't help but feel flustered. "No one! I think so." He almost says it in a whisper; however, Felix doesn't comment on it.

"I still want to listen to those drafts," He stands up and smiles. "Why don't you show me?"

This was not the way Chan expected the conversation to go, so he hesitates a bit about his friend's request. Well, it wasn't unusual anyway, at least Changbin had heard a couple and also helped in the composition of the songs, so having someone else hear them wouldn't hurt. He might even listen to ideas on his part to improve them.

"Okay, I can do that. Next week Y/N will come to the studio and work on something, why don't you pop-up at some point and I can show you?"

Felix nods, "Sounds good! Y/N asked for help for his new album?"

"Yeah, he wants me to listen to some tracks he has been working on." He casually comments, taking his phone from his pocket and leading his attention to the device, so now Felix can't see the slight blush on his cheeks.

"Hm, I haven't seen him in a while. Why hasn't he come to the dorm lately? We should invite him."

"He has been busy with his album, that's why. If you think I leave late from the studio, that's nothing compared to him, he truly spends an ungodly amount of time there."

"So you see him often?" Felix asks with sudden interest, now being aware of how Chan's ears are tinted pink.

"You could say that, yeah. He also spends time on my studio whenever he has the chance. And vice-versa." He shrugs, not finding it odd. You two were really good friends, so it was a normal thing for you to do. "Why?"

"Nothing, I was just curious." He mischievously laughs. "So, next week, you said?"

After a quick glance at the time on your phone, you decide to stand up and stretch your body. It's been a long time since you started working, and you still have a lot to do; and on top of it all, the progress you've made tonight doesn't totally convince you, and that just meant you'd be spending more time in the studio.

As you take your phone again to read your notes, a notification pops up on the top. You weren't supposed to meet up with Chan until later, but in the new message you just received, he tells you that he's free from working on his stuff and you could go earlier if you wanted.

You decide to go; after all, it was nearly impossible for you to concentrate again, and you truly needed to know what does he think about the tracks you sent him a few days ago to finally make an advance. So you grab your laptop after making sure you've saved the changes and the cup of half-drunk coffee, walking out to the long hall and taking the elevator to an upper floor.

The soles of your shoes are dragged across the floor all the way to the studio's door, where you softly knock a couple of times before remembering you already know the password to enter. Your fingers press the buttons, entering code you know by heart at this point, and the door quickly unlocks, making Chan to look your way and greet you with a smile.

"Hey, how have you been?" He sweetly says, seeing you entering the room and placing your belongings on top of the big desk in front of you and taking a seat on the couch behind him.

"Busy. And tired." You murmur and let out a sigh. Chan immediately plays a song at a low volume and takes seat next to you.

"You're still struggling with the track you told me about?"

You nod as an answer and pout, "I am desperate. It's like, no matter how many times I rewrite the lyrics or change the beats, it still doesn't convince me at all and I hate it."

"I get it," He sighs. "But don't worry about it, I'm here to help you out."

And Chan isn't someone who breaks his promises, so the following hours are spent listening to your music, carefully reading everything you've written so far, listening to your ideas and giving you advice.

In between work, he tells you every other joke to make you laugh and feel at least a bit less stressed; and it works wonderfully since he has a long list of dad jokes that take you off guard, plus his laughter is contagious, so not laughing with him is impossible.

It's no surprise that his advice and opinions are so accurate to the point of clearing your mind and helping you out of your creative block. Chan has always been hard-working and so good with words that every time you engage him in conversations, you feel more relaxed and less burdened. No matter what situation you had a problem with, Chan would always help you find the best solution for it. Maybe that's why you admire him so much, maybe it was one of the many reasons why you didn't hesitate for a second to go to him and find security in his presence and words... Maybe it was one of the thousands of reasons why you had romantic feelings towards him...

"Is it better now?" His voice takes you out of your thoughts. He's sweetly smiling at you; he probably realized you got lost on the way his lips were moving as he told you his thoughts on the recent draft of your song.

"Yeah, yes, honestly, you've helped me so much. I don't know what I'd do without you." You smile and go for a quick hug, taking the opportunity to ruffle his hair. Your fingers sliding between his soft and messy curls and making him fondly smile in the process. "You're my hero. I mean it."

Chan chuckles and can't keep his eyes off you as you type something on your laptop and hum. He recalls the conversation he had last week with Felix, and that ambiguous feeling settling on his chest makes him wonder if, after all, his friend was right. He doesn't remember when was the last time he felt the urge to hold someone in between his arms and dearly appreciate, and he wants to know why he smiles and feels his stomach tickling when he sees you.

Maybe it's because you spend a lot of time with him, a voice inside his head says. But he doesn't feel this way with any other friend.

Maybe it's because you have known him for a long time and you just appreciate him a lot, the voice tries again. Maybe. He finally gives in at the last thought. He'd have to figure it out.

His phone buzzes inside the pocket of his jeans and he takes it, knowing for sure it's a message from Felix.

"Felix is arriving in a few minutes." He murmurs, making you take your eyes off the screen. "He wants to listen to some songs I have, is that okay?"

"Of course, it's your studio, silly." You giggle. "I am almost done with this, so if you're gonna be busy I can go back to m-"

"You can stay, if you want to." He quickly adds. "Plus, he says he wants to see you, you know... He misses you." Chan laughs. He wasn't lying, but that wasn't the only reason he wanted you to stay.

"Okay! Sure, I haven't heard from him in a while, either." You nod and keep making changes on the file you have open.

Just as he said, Felix enters the room just a few minutes later, smiling brightly and immediately running to give you a big hug once he sees you.

Soon, the room was filled with laughter and long conversations to catch up on everything around your lives. Felix tells you about the new pastries he baked last week and that he was waiting for you to come around and bake with him, the new video game Jeongin bought and has been playing with Hyunjin, the new songs Changbin and Jisung have been working on and how Seungmin was learning to play piano, playing songs at night for everyone at the dorm.

"And you know? Chan hyung has gotten better at flirting." He laughs as the latter gives him a threatening glare. "He can't stop saying pickup lines whenever he has the chance."

"Ah, really?" You chortle. "You haven't said one in all the time we've been here."

"Well, we've been working, and I've told you many other jokes... Besides, it's not like I come up with them out of nowhere."

"Yes, you do!" Felix says. "You do that all the time, what are you talking about?"

You glance at Chan, who's currently blushing and at the loss of words. Felix, on the other hand, seems to be happy to see what he just provoked. And he'd definitely enjoy every part of it.

"I want to hear one! C'mooon!" You laugh. "Please?"

Chan rolls his eyes and tries to look confident as he would normally do. He clears his throat and thinks of a good pickup line he hasn't used yet.

"Alright," He says and smiles, he even thinks it's gonna start laughing before even opening his mouth, but the very moment he looks into your eyes, it's like he forgot every single word on his vocabulary. "Uhm, are you, no. Did you-? Wait! I forgot what I was gonna say-"

Felix can't help but burst into laughter, and you only look at him, as if you couldn't believe it. Was he nervous or was it because of the fact that Felix was in the same room? Would it have been any different if he weren't there?

You end up laughing at Felix's loud laughter, as well as seeing Chan blushing up to his ears and hiding his face behind his hands, probably also in an attempt to cover the huge grin he now has.

"Wow, that was an epic failure. And I thought you were the biggest flirt on earth." Felix teases him, to which Chan ends up groaning.

He continues talking about other stuff while Chan stops feeling embarrassed, even though he's not able to look in your eyes for the entire time until you have to go back to work.

You close your laptop and stand up, throwing the now empty cup of coffee on the trash bin. After thanking Chan for his help and promising Felix you'd drop by their dorm soon, you walk out of the studio with a smile and feeling your heart beating fast. There was no way you didn't have feelings for him.

"Oh my god, so I was right!" Felix says a few seconds after you left. Chan's first instinct is to cover his face again. "Look who got nervous so suddenly."

"Stop, I- I don't even want to talk about it." He murmurs, feeling flustered and avoiding Felix's gaze. He types something on his laptop and presses the play button, hoping that this way, his friend would forget about what just happened and could focus solely on the music.

And Felix doesn't talk about it anymore. The next few minutes are set by the music coming out of the speakers; the room filling with Chan's voice, singing the love songs that probably no one else would listen to. Felix seems to be concentrating on the lyrics, but Chan's thoughts are solely about you. As he listens to the songs, he is aware of how his skin bristles every time his hands accidentally touch you, the times when your eyes connect with his and you give him smiles every time it happens, all those times when his heart would race when he hugged you.... It's as if all those songs that professed a love he said he didn't feel, started to make sense.

He feels overwhelmed. Maybe if he was aware of it before, maybe if he listened to his heart instead of his head, this wouldn't be a big revelation to him.

Chan pauses the music, and before Felix can ask what's going on, he speaks up: "Why- why did I do that?"

"Did... what, exactly?" Felix asks, confused.

"The pickup line thing!" He blurts out. "I mean, I do that all the time, right? Why did I just forget how to even talk?"

Felix giggles, "Well, have you considered it's because when you use those pickup lines on us you just do it for laughing? To joke around with us, and with Y/N it's because... I don't know, you have feelings for him and it gets real? Like you're flirting with him."

Makes sense, he thinks. He remains in silence for a moment, processing everything that just happened and finally connecting the dots.

"Wait, you just had your epiphany?" Felix jokes. "It took you too, too long."

"I can barely fall asleep, how was I supposed to know I was falling in love?"

"Fair enough." He says, comprehensive. "Are you telling him?"

"Should I?" Chan's eyes sparkle, but he still feels confused. Should he even try? It's been so long since he last felt this way about someone, and given the circumstances of his life as an idol, he felt more reluctant to take the next step. Even more, considering he had just taken the first one by accepting his feelings a few minutes ago.

"I was right all this time by you being in love," He says. "And I am also sure that it's mutual. I've seen you two for a while, you know? I am surprised you didn't come the realization way earlier than this."

Chan giggles. "Alright, I get it."

"But it's up to you now, I guess. All I know is that you deserve to be happy, and you deserve good things... And Y/N is a great person. You should give yourself an opportunity on love."

Chan feels chills as he hears those words. Tonight's even have been too much for him to process, so he'll think deeply about it later.

"Okay," He nods. "Thanks, Lix. You've been really helpful."

"I know, what would you do without me?" Felix laughs. "Now let's keep listening to the songs, I am loving all of them."

Fortunately, the help Chan gave you really made it possible for you to finish the songs in no time. You are just now walking out of a meeting with your managers and the people in charge of the release of the album to set the final details, and you quickly send a message to Chan to let him know the news.

In the meantime, you drop by your studio to clean up a little and maybe write down some ideas for new songs that have been in your mind for a while. After a few minutes, you hear a knock on the door, snapping you out of your thoughts and then feeling confused. You weren't expecting anyone to come. So you slowly open the door, and a smile spreads across your face the moment you realize it's Chan.

"Oh, hi!" You greet him with a hug, immediately letting him in afterwards. He shyly gets inside, taking a seat on a chair and placing a bag on the small table behind him. "What brings you here? I thought you were still busy with you guys upcoming album."

"It's okay, Changbin is working on his stuff now at the studio, so I took the chance to come here and celebrate with you!" He grins. "Congratulations on making your first self-produced album!"

He starts clapping, making you smile; he truly was the sweetest person you've ever met.

As soon as he read your message he went to the nearby cafeteria and bought your favorite drink and pastries, claiming that it was a special occasion and should be celebrated.

"For all your hard work and the success of this album!" He makes a toast as he raises his cup of tea.

Soon you find yourselves immersed in a long conversation about everything that went into creating this album; from when you had the first idea for the concept, to those sleepless nights when he helped you without hesitation. Chan was definitely an essential part of this whole process, so to be celebrating with him right now felt right. It was how it should be.

"You know," Chan clears his throat as another song starts playing. "These past days I've had this thought in my head, and after talking it out with Felix... I am certain about it. And I want to tell you about it. I know I have to."

You frown, feeling curiosity, especially since his semblance has changed to be a bit more serious. He still has a small smile that gives you some kind of tranquility, but another part of you can't help but feel nervous as he gets a little bit closer.

"Of course, what is it?"

"So, uhm" He starts. "Some weeks ago, when Felix came to the studio and we were talking with you... Well, the reason he came was because he wanted to listen to some love songs I've worked on. And, after listening to all of them I figured out why I didn’t like them. I was sure I wasn't in love. That's why, to me, they all sounded plain and didn’t convey the feeling of love... But then..."

He makes a pause, catching his breath as he feels more and more nervous. He knows for sure his ears and cheeks are red right now, and it's impossible that you haven't noticed it. His hands slightly shake behind the table, anxiously looking for yours, but refraining from doing it because he doesn't know how this was going to end. You don't want to interrupt him, so you give him his time to clear his head and talk again.

"While listening to those songs, the only thought I had in mind was you." He finally confesses, with his gaze now fixed on his lap. "I guess that for a while I didn’t realise that I started to, uhm, catch feelings for you. And, it's okay if you don't feel the same way about me. I just really wanted to let you know because the thought has been on my mind for so long and I needed to let it out."

For a moment, the only thing that can be heard in the room is your voice coming from the speakers along with a sigh from Chan, who still didn’t dare to look up and face you.

"So... what you're saying is..." You speak up, feeling incredibly shy, trying to process the words addressed to you.

"What I am trying to say is that I am in love with you."

And you swear you could start screaming to the top of your lungs right now, but you try your very best to stay calm and finally grab Chan's hands. With that, he looks at you again.

"Channie," You softly say, looking at him in his precious eyes and dearly smiling. You don't even know where to begin, but a voice inside you begs for you to give him a hug. So you open your arms and embrace him tightly, feeling instant comfort and love. "I am so glad you feel this way too. I love you too."

Chan sighs in relief, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer; his nose pressed against the crook of your neck and closes his eyes, melting between your arms and enjoying every single second of that gesture.

"Wait a minute," You say out of nowhere, so he separates a bit from you and tilts his head. "That's why you couldn't even say a sentence when you tried to say a pickup line?"

You laugh when his expression changes to look ashamed, his lips frowned in a pout and his gaze avoiding your eyes again.

"Try again, I'm sure you're good at this." And Chan's head only comes up with the dozens of lines he has read, but seeing you smiling right in front of him and your arms over his shoulders, he can only think how lucky he is. He can't possibly say anything to you. "Alright, let me try instead."

You hum and recall all the pickup lines you've read and have been told before, "Hm, can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll return it."

And you expected Chan to start laughing out loud, instead he starts blushing again and giggling, covering his face as he feels nervous.

"C'mon! Seriously?" You laugh and wait for him to stop being shy.

"You make me nervous, give me time." He excuses himself and laughs some more. "That was a good one, and you know what? You can borrow all the kisses you want, as long as you keep your word and return them."

"See? That's what I'm talking about!"

Chan fondly smiles at you, placing his hand on your head to pet your hair for a moment. You close your eyes as he does it, feeling his soft touch traveling all the way down to your chin. He rests his thumb on your cheek and after a few seconds you decide to open your eyes.

"Can I?" He murmurs as his gaze shifts from your eyes to your lips.

"You don't even have to ask."

And just as you give him permission, he breaks the distance between you two. He starts carefully, placing his lips against yours in a tender, chaste way, barely there pressure that makes you exhale through your nose as if you had been holding your breath all along. One of his hands still holds you by the waist, so he takes the opportunity to slide it to your lower back, carefully holding you and sending you shivers to your entire body.

You lean forward barely a few millimeters, but it's enough to feel more pressure over your lips. Chan angles his head and traps your bottom lip, tongue trying to dart out of his mouth to taste more of the sweetness of yours. He, however, contains himself and smiles in between the kiss, instead. He was probably gonna be the death of you.

The deep kiss loses intensity as a minute passes by, so you two end up giving smaller kisses and share smiles, your noses constantly touching in skimo kisses. And you think it's perfect; it's way better than what you one day imagined.

Chan can't miss the chance to make you sit on his lap, so now your head rests over his chest. Your fingers fidgeting the hem of his hoodie and shyly longing to intertwine your hands.

"Hey, Y/N?" He grabs your attention and smiles. "Are you a parking ticket?"

You raise an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because you've got fine written all over you." He ends up with a muffled laughter.

"Oh no, what did I just get myself into?" You joke around, this time finally making him burst into a louder laughter. "You just declared war on me about pickup lines, you know?"

"Oh, so you got some lines, too? Can't wait to hear all of them, then."

And for the rest of the day you let yourself be held in between the arms of the person you loved the most. Later you'd find the way to flirt with him and make him feel flustered when he least expects it.

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o-pandora-o · 3 years

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Baker MC: April Fool's Special

Baker MC strikes again! Fooling the Demon Brothers in April Fool's by their realistic cake. How would they react?

Note: I would like to apologize beforehand, some of the brothers turned out to be boring rather than funny. I will try to edit this when I have the time.

Lucifer:

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Background: You planned this with the Anti-Lucifer squad. You hid all his pen in his room leaving a suspicious "pen" that looks like the pen he usually use. Satan put a powerful spell on the pen, removing its sweet scent to avoid the suspicion. You put a hidden camera to see his reaction.

Luci daddy came home tired from all the things he'd done in RAD.

He still have some paper works to finish, he put the paper works in the table and sat on his chair.

Ya'll saw him eyeing the "pen"

He picked up the pen and was gonna start writing until he glared at the camera and crushed the pen.

It was a chocolate and strawberry cake

He licked the strawberry (the filling of the pen) that splattered near his mouth, made a grin, glared at the camera and said "Run."

You all ran for your lives, spreading inside the House of Lamentation

Did you succeed in running : Nope

Did you three hang from the ceiling: Yes

Ya'll saw him smirk and laugh like a madman afterwards

Bonus:

Lucifer took a picture of you three hanging from the ceiling and sent it in the group with Diavolo.

Ofc ya'll didn't knew, you were hanging from the ceiling

Levi made it a meme and posted it on Devilgram AND gave Lucifer and Diavolo a printed copy

April Fool's to you

Mammon:

Credits to: The BakeKing

It was your turn in making dinner and Mammon kept bugging you if he can help.

"No Mammon" you kept on saying but he was still bugging you.

You weren't really mad at Mammon (honestly you thought it's funny), but to make things interesting...

"I SAID NO MAMMON" you shouted at him.

"LOOK WHERE YER CUTTING HU--AAAAHHHH!!!" You cut your hand and blood was running.

"AAAAAH! LOOK WHAT YOU DID MAMMON" you screamed.

"MCCCCCCCC YOUR HAND" yes I can see Mammon He screamed loud enough that it can be heard at Diavolo's castle.

Glad you two are alone in the House of Lamentation though

You were wearing a long sleeved jacket and the "cake" was your hand; it was like a lava cake, instead of chocolate it was darkened and smoothened strawberry puree.

You glared at him and blamed him

Poor boi was crying, kept apologizing, and saying the lines of "I'm sorry", "I'm so dead", and "Let's take ya to the hospital".

He shitted on his pants and kept panicking poor boi

It was hilarious tho

He was crying and you couldn't hide the laughter

"Oi! Did someone hit ya in the head? WHY ARE YA LAUGHING YER HAND WAS CU-" and he he saw that the interior of the so called "hand" was made out of strawberry and strawberry puree.

"April Fool's Mammon!" you told him as you finally reveal your real hand.

"MC! Why did ya prank me?! It wasn't a good prank! I thought you-" You shushed him while you gave him a small bag of grimm.

"Is it for me? Are ya sure ya ain't pranking me this time?"

"Yeah, now buy what you want to buy, I will just go to my room for a while" you replied.

Cue you teleporting

It was a bag full of gold-coated chocolate that looks (and is heavy) like a bag of grimm.

"MCCCCCCC!!!!!"

The next few days you see Mammon pouting and murmuring things about you.

You felt bad so you left grimm on the floor of his room every time you were near it

Leviathan:

Credits to: The BakeKing

On April 1st, Levi was required to go to the school for academic purposes, so you took this chance to play a lil prank on him.

When Levi was away, you hid all the items that he usually use: computer, consoles, Azuki-tan pillow, and some Ruri-chan figures.

And you took time to make realistic cake that are very similar to those you hid.

When he was almost home, you placed all the realistic cake on his room.

You were supposed to go on a raid with him when he comes home

Cue him coming home and going to his room

You visited the him in his room, panic reflecting off his face.

"Levi, is there something wrong?" you asked

"Ah, it's this computer, it doesn't open! And it seems I'm kind of making a dent on it too. It's so weirdddddd" he said

He got a bit forceful and his finger created a hole on the computer

"Eh? Cake? Mc did you do this? Lmao"

You hand him a note that says "Look for the cakes, the location of the real ones lie at the last treasured cake"

"Oh boy mc a scavenger hunt, its like the new anime I was watching 'My fiancée is a criminal mastermind that kept giving me clues to find the missing items and bodies to make myself famous' " I'm really sorry I really suck at names

So he proceeds with finding all the cakes, and he got all the real things for his room however...

" MC where is my limited edition Ruri-chan that is dressed like a succubus?"

"It's there, it was with the other Ruri-chan figures" you said as you were looking at the figures that he was holding

Turns out Mammon saw all the goods on your room, and took the chance to get one since he knows it wasn't yours.

April fool's? I guess.

Satan:

Credits to: SideSurf Cake Studio

You were helping him in his cooking duty today.

You requested that both of you make human food because apparently you "missed the taste" of the cuisine.

So you took care of the usual ingredients of the cuisine: vegetables, onion, garlic, meat and etc.

He didn't know or did he that you secretly placed realistic cake counterparts of it.

When it was cooking time, he selected the cake counterparts (this boi might be smart but you were from the human world so he thought it was correct).

He started cutting an onion, to his dismay he saw a soft chocolate interior.

"Huh? That can't be right, I believe onions should either have violet, yellowish, or whitish hue inside"

"Hmmm yeah, let me try this one" you said as you grabbed another onion and proceed to cut it

"Hm, this one is the right one, I wonder what happened to that" you said

STOP THE CAP MC

"Hm, anyways I will proceed in cutting the rest"

Bottom-line all he cut was cake and what you cut the real one

"Satan, maybe you were cursed? All the ingredients that you touched turned into cake" you said as you were preparing to take the meal to the dining area.

"I suppose that is the case, however... "

"Hm?" you said as you were supposed to bring the meal outside.

"However I have outsmarted you MC, I knew it was you who made those realistic mini cakes" he said as he took a bite of the onion cake while grinning smugly

Smart boi #2

"I-uhhh No it was not- Hey wait a min! If you knew why did you continue to make me believe you were fooled!" you replied

"April Fool's MC~, if I didn't do that I wouldn't have extra time to spend with you" he said as he got out patting your head

Satan, you slick son of a bish

Asmodeus:

Credits to: Etsy

This guy is late for school

Did you plan to make him late? Yes No

Cue flashback: you ruined his beauty sleep 3 times which resulted in kicking you out of his room and made him wake up late

Well even though he is late, he would still do his morning routine without rush

Priorities ✨

You put a small camera on top of his cabinet to see his reaction

After hours of bathing he sat down to his dresser

He grabbed his toner and when he squeezed it lightly it nothing came out

"Ehhh? That's weird, I could've sworn this is the new toner I bought" he squeezed it more and the toner was destroyed revealing a squished vanilla cake

He sighed and said "MC did it again"

He tried looking and poking all of his makeup just to make sure it's not mini cakes

10/10 are all mini cakes

He saw a note that said "In the drawer lies the real make up hehe April Fool's day!"

When he came to RAD, he was already late for 4 hours

"MC when I said I wanted Makeup mini cakes, I wanted it for my birthday! Not today!"

Is disappointed at you

Will frown and pout when he pass by at you during school

Well you feel bad at pranking him so you treat him at an exclusive spa

Beelzebub:

Credits to: The Custom Cake Shop

I mean Bell eats everything, so is there even use?

Beel had the whole day working out

Since he didn't have much money (not that you persuaded him to bring less, no-) his only option is to go home and eat

During the time he was working out, you made different flavored cakes and pastries into dishes. You made a ton of (chocolate-strawberry cake into) cheeseburger, (cheesecake) devildom sushi, cake turned into slushy (the container can be eaten too), plates can also be eaten, etc.

Well you made Beel drool, he didn't waste time so he sat down and took a bite of the cheeseburger

He was slightly shocked because it was sweet rather than savory

But that didn't stop his hunger

It was about 10 mins till he finished what you have created in 12 hours (and more)

"MC all you made was really delicious, now I want something salty to eat...Let's eat dinner!" he said as he dragged you to eat

April fools to you

After that whenever you gave him something to eat/drink (like a glass of slushy or something) he would try to also eat the container

Poor kitchenware and Luci's budget

Belphie:

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This boi knows

Smartboi #3

You gave him a pillow that is the same as the pillow he usually carries

He didn't really say anything about it, but he knows for a fact that it is cake

He slept on it

Your hard work in making it realistic,, he slept on it

You came back to his room and you wait for him to wake up

"Mcccccc, this is so fluffy like my favorite pillowww, but it's not really a good way to prank someone, but on the other hand it's really convenient...."he said as he yawns and signals you to come to his bed

He took a bite of the errrr pillow and said" This is really good, like the last time you made a toilet paper, but you know what else is good?"

My love for you jk

" Hm?" you replied

" This!" he said as he began tickling your sides

You fight him back and tickle his sides when you had the chance

It ended of as you two were panting and laughing in bed

Poor cake pillow forgotten

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IN LIFE, IN DEATH...

PART FOUR

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3

Warnings: fighting with parents and some swearing

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The bright sunlight hit your eyes and you squinted a little as your feet hit the driveway.

Julie’s song was still playing through your head, and so was your conversation with her last night. The passion in her voice when she sang was the same as when she talked about her mom.

You wanted to run in and comfort her somehow, but Luke seemed insistent on staying outside, making Alex grumble next to you.

“Dude, why did you stop me? Julie needs a hug.”

“A ghost hug is not the feel-good moment you think it is. Trust me.” Luke said. What Julie needs is some privacy.”

“I think you poofed us out because you can’t handle when other people cry.” Alex waved his finger in Luke’s face, making you frown at his words.

It wasn’t a secret that Luke wasn’t the best with feelings, but he had always been there for you. Last night in the darkroom, and again at the diner, and countless other times.

“I should know,” Alex continued, gesturing between Luke and Reggie. “I cried in a room for 25 years, and I didn’t get a single hug from either of you.”

Reggie sighed, opening his arms. “Bring it in.”

“Don’t touch me!”

“This is why no one but (Y/n) hugs you.” Reggie mumbled as you rubbed Alex’s arm.

“Okay.” Luke interrupted. “So, once we get the courage to go in there, we should ask Julie why she lied about playing the piano.”

Alex shrugged. “And maybe tell her how amazing she is?”

You nodded and Reggie exclaimed. “She’s legit! I got ghost-bumps.”

Just then, the gate leading to the house swung open and a girl made her way down the pavement. As she got closer, you could hear her sobbing quietly.

“Oh no, was she crying too?” You asked as the girl entered the garage.

“Yes!” Luke shivered. “We definitely can’t go in there.”

“No, but we can listen.” Reggie ran towards the door, standing on his tip-toes to peek through the window.

“Guys! We can’t eavesdrop, that’s creepy!” You whispered, but the boys ignored you and crowded the door.

Seconds later, they all ducked to avoid being seen and you couldn’t help but be curious. So you ran over and squeezed yourself between Luke and Alex.

“I’m not okay!” The other girl shouted. “You got kicked out of music! I’ve been up all night thinking about what I was gonna say, and I might’ve had seven sodas but I need to get this out.”

“Flynn-” Julie started but Flynn shook her head and started ranting.

“Jules, if you leave the music program, we’ll be apart forever. Sure, we’ll see each other in the hallway sometimes but we’ll make new friends.”

“That’s not true.” Julie said.

“You’re right, I won’t make any new friends. The only time we’ll contact each other is by liking each other’s posts on Instagram. Every time I hit that little heart, mine will be breaking because my best friend left me.”

“What’s Instagram?“ Alex whispered to you. You shrugged, making a mental note to ask Julie later.

Julie sighed. “I just played piano and sang again.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was trying but then your seven sodas kicked in.” Julie laughed.

Flynn squealed. “I’m so happy for you! Look at you, looking all alive again. What made you play again?”

Julie slid her mom’s song across the piano to show Flynn and you couldn’t help but smile. You obviously hadn’t known Julie for long, but you were so happy that she reconnected with her mom and music.

“I was so scared to play it, cause everything having to do with music reminds me of her. But I woke up this morning, realizing that’s exactly why I should play it. To keep her memory alive.”

“We need to tell Mrs. Harrison that you can play so you can stay in the music program. My girl’s back! Double Trouble lives again.”

“Not our band name.” Julie laughed as the girls started walking out of the garage.

“Shit, she’s coming!” You whispered. “Act natural.”

You and Reggie sank to the floor, Luke leaned on his arm and Alex pretended to inspect the light hanging above you. Julie made eye contact with you and smiled.

“Oh, hey!”

Flynn turned around and watched Julie expectantly. Julie laughed awkwardly and started skipping down the driveway.

“Let’s hustle!” She grabbed Flynn’s arm and started walking up the stairs, waving goodbye.

“We weren’t listening!” Reggie said, earning a pinch on the arm from you and a kick to the ankle from Luke. Julie started swatting the air, trying to play it off like there was a bug, and pushed Flynn up the stairs.

As soon as she was gone, you made your way back into the garage. You sat at the piano bench, mindlessly playing the few chords you knew.

“I wonder why Julie didn’t tell us she could shred on the piano.” Reggie said.

“It probably has something to do with her mom.” You guessed, your fingers gliding across the keys.

“Yeah, that must’ve been hard.” Alex added before climbing up to the loft. “I really feel for her.”

“Yeah, but now she’s got music back in her life. Just like us.” Luke said, reaching over and hitting the note next to your finger.

“Yeah, I’m not sure you can call what we have a life.” Alex said and you snorted. “Hey, I think some of our old clothes are up here.”

He threw down a black trash bag filled with clothes and you sighed in relief. The night you died, you wore a plain pair of jeans, and your favorite old t-shirt of your dad’s. You usually wore one when you played a gig, so that a part of him could be with you in some way and of course; Luke’s jacket.

And as much as you loved your outfit, being in the same clothes for 25 years was not exactly sanitary, even by ghost standards.

“Sweet!” Luke exclaimed, taking off his shirt.

Shit!

You tried as subtly as possible to look away before anyone saw the blush on your cheeks, and you thought you had gotten away with it until Reggie laughed from across the room.

You sent him a glare, but that only made him laugh harder.

Suddenly, the studio doors opened again and Julie’s dad came in. He had a sad look on his face and a camera in his hands. It had ‘Ray Molina’ engraved on the handle so you figured that was his name.

The man walked right through Reggie, making him shudder. “That was weird. But somehow I can tell this man has a kind heart.”

“So, how have you been?” Ray asked, his voice heavy.

“Honestly, not that good.” Reggie said and you rolled your eyes. “See, we ate these hotdogs and-”

“Julie sang for the first time again this morning.” Ray took a picture of the room. “She hasn’t done that in almost a year. You would’ve loved it.”

“Yeah, we heard cause we-.” Reggie wiggled his fingers in front of Ray’s face. “Oh, I get it. He's not talking to us."

"Dude, you are so lucky you play bass." Luke said.

"I think he's talking to Julie's mom." Alex sighed.

Ray started walking towards the piano. "She's such an amazing young woman."

He started running his hands on the keys so you slid off the bench. You knew you definitely shouldn't be listening, this was definitely not something you weren't meant to hear but you couldn't help your curiosity. "Everyday she reminds me more and more of you."

"Called it!" Alex cheered.

Ray shifted the camera between his hands. "I'm taking pictures for the real estate website. I don't really wanna move, but...it's what's best for Julie."

Alex came down from the loft and you all crowded around the piano. Luke stared at Ray with wide eyes. "Move?"

Ray gently played a few notes of a ballad before he spoke again. "There's so many memories out here. Like, Julie sitting next to you and Carlos trying to sing with his missing front teeth."

Luke let out a shaky breath and you realized he was crying. It wasn’t until a tear rolled down your cheek that you realized that you were too. You frantically wiped your eyes, doing your best not to break down.

Ray was exactly what you always pictured your dad used to be like, and his love for Julie was exactly the same kind you knew he would've had for you. Thinking about your dad made you think about your mom, and that made trying to stop crying a whole lot harder.

"Come on guys, not you too." Reggie said.

"It's just...he's talking about moving but the poor guy doesn't wanna move." Luke sniffled.

Ray stood up and took a picture of right where you were all standing. "It's like they grew up out here."

Reggie fanned his face. "Now he's got me too."

Alex scoffed. "Okay, how am I the emotional one?"

"Can we go see my family? See how they're doing?" Reggie asked, his voice shaking a little.

You nodded. “Yeah, listening to this doesn’t feel right.”

Just as you go to leave, Ray laughs. "Remember when the kids were at your sisters and we came out here on our anniversary..."

"Yeah, no! " Luke cringed. "Definitely wrong.”

The beach was where you spent a lot of your free time when you were alive.

Usually after a long day when you just needed a place to work on new lyrics in peace. But sometimes after playing all day at the pier, the boys would drag you down to the water and you would all stay there as long as possible. Away from parents and responsibilities.

But just like everything else, it had changed so much.

"A bike shack," Reggie sighed. "Right where my house used to be."

"I'm sorry, Reg." You rested your head on Reggie’s shoulder.

"Why couldn't they at least have turned it into something cool like a pizzeria or something?"

"They tore down the whole neighborhood." Alex said.

"I guess my folks are gone."

Alex kicked his foot into the sand. "Everyone's gone. Twenty-five years, gone. Friends, family, Bobby, everyone."

That was another person you hadn't wanted to let yourself think about. Even though you and Bobby weren't super close, he was still a part of Sunset Curve. He could be a little bit of an asshole sometimes but he was still your friend.

"Bobby, that's right." Reggie said. "Guess that vegetarian lucked out. Wonder what happened to him?"

"He probably just got old like everyone else and moved on." Luke grumbled.

"Dude, how are you so chill about all of this?”

“Yeah, don’t you want to figure out what happened?” You asked.

“Let’s be real for a second.” Luke exhaled, clearly getting worked up. “It’s not like any of us were close to our families. My parents always regretted buying me that guitar. Reggie, your parents were literally a fight away from divorce.”

Luke ran a hand through his hair as he ranted, talking with his hands the way he always did when he was upset. “Alex, I- Your parents were never cool again after you told them you were gay.”

His eyes landed on you and he seemed to ease up a little. “(Y/n), you practically raised yourself since your mom was gone all the time.”

“Yeah, okay.” You said. “None of us had it great.”

“But at least we had something! What do we have now?” Alex shouted. “And before you say cool teleportation, I’m not cool with that either. It tingles. In weird places.”

Luke sprang to his feet. “I’ll tell you what he had. It’s what we’ve had since the day we came together. Guys, we have us. We’re the only family we’re ever gonna need. You wanna know what else we got?”

“I’m gonna guess death breath?” Reggie said.

“Our music, you dork.” Luke laughed. “People can hear us play again! They can’t see us, whatever, but they can feel us. I wish I had my guitar.”

Suddenly, the air around you made a sharp ‘whoosh’ sound and Luke’s six-string appeared in his hands.

“Whoa.” You said.

“How did you do that?” Reggie asked.

“I-I don’t know. I mean I wished for it and then...” Luke played a few chords and beamed.

Reggie jumped in place with his arms open, trying to wish for random things before he eventually gave up and slumped into the sand.

“I think I know what will cheer you up.” Luke said. He played the opening of ‘This Band Is Back’ and you couldn’t help but smile. Out of all the Sunset Curve songs, this was one of your favorites.

“Come on, Reginald.” Alex said as he started hitting his legs and chest to make a beat.

You offered Reggie your hand and pulled him up as Luke started the countdown. Reggie took it and twirled you around, effectively getting sand in your shoes. You laughed and spun him around before dragging him up to the tables in front of the restaurants as he sang.

The people around you seemed confused by the sudden music, but they danced around anyway. You forgot how much you loved seeing people react to your music. Watching them dance and smile made all your worries float away, even if it was just for now.

And for the first time since the Orpheum,

It really did feel like the band was back.

August 1994

It was just after sunset when you called the Patterson house.

The sound of your mom slamming the front door was still fresh in your mind and before you could stop yourself, your fingers were flying across the buttons. Luke was the only person who knew about your relationship with your mom.

You didn’t want to worry Cece, or Alex, or anyone else. But hiding things from Luke wasn’t easy, especially with how stubborn he was. So you told him everything, and he told you,

‘Call me next time, okay?’

The line only rang twice before someone picked up. “Hello?”

It was Emily, Luke’s mom.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep from crying. “Hi, Mrs. Patterson.”

Emily laughed and you could practically hear her roll her eyes fondly. “(Y/n), sweetie, what did I tell you about calling me that?”

Even though you and Luke had been friends most of your lives, you had only met Emily a handful of times. Luke didn’t really like hanging out at his house, especially when he started fighting with them regularly. Still, Emily always treated you like her own kid whenever you were around.

“Sorry, Emily.” You said. “Is Luke around?”

You heard some shuffling as she called out for him and after a few minutes, Luke picked up the phone. “Hey.”

“Hi, are you busy?”

“No, why?” He asked.

“Well, I made enough cookies to feed a small country and my mom’s gonna be gone for the night so I thought we could hang out.” You rambled. “Maybe finish ‘Raiders of the Lost Ark?”

Luke laughed excitedly. “Yeah, sure! Give me like 20 minutes.”

Luke’s laugh was so infectious that you had to fight through a giggle. “Okay, see you soon.”

As you went to hang up, you hear Emily’s voice again. She was teasing Luke about something but all you caught was the word ‘Girlfriend’, making you turn bright red.

You put the phone back on the hook just as the oven beeped to signal that it was ready to bake the cookies. You put them in the oven and turned your attention to the huge bowl of cake batter in front of you. At this point, there wasn’t anything left in the kitchen you hadn’t baked.

There was no way you would be able to eat all of it, even with Luke’s help. But you needed something to distract yourself to keep your mind from overloading.

True to his word, Luke arrived twenty minutes later, bursting through your front door and screaming the Indiana Jones theme song at the top of his lungs. He skipped his way into the kitchen, immediately sensing something was wrong when you didn’t join him or even acknowledge his presence.

“(Y/n)?” Luke approached you slowly.

“Hey.” You tried to sound as casual as possible, not looking up from the bowl. “So, you ready to finally finish this movie?”

Luke didn’t say anything as he scanned the kitchen. There were piles of cookies and cooking utensils all over the counter, and you had flour in your hair. You could see the realization flash across his face through your eyelashes.

“Okay, you’re baking everything in the house, which can only mean one of two things,” Luke said, his voice becoming more serious as he jumped up on the counter. “You either watched Sixteen Candles unsupervised again or…”

You stayed quiet as you slowly stirred the batter. It was ready to put in the pan ten minutes ago but you needed something to do to distract yourself.

Luke’s hand gently gripped yours before taking the spoon from you and letting it fall into the bowl. You looked up at him to find him already staring at you with a furrowed brow.

Damn it.

You should’ve known he would see through your thinly veiled excuses and promise of cookies. Luke was more observant than people gave him credit for.

“C’mere,” Luke said, opening his arms. You moved between his legs and buried your head in his chest, covering his shirt in tears, flour, and batter. But he didn’t seem to mind as he rubbed circles into your arm with one hand while the other cradled your head.

“She hates me.” You said through a deep, shuddering breath.

“She doesn’t hate you,” Luke reasoned. “It’s impossible for anyone to hate you.”

One of the things you loved about Luke was his protective streak when it came to his friends, and the way that no matter what, he could only see the best in them.

And as his best friend, you were pretty much perfect in his eyes. Which meant that when you didn't immediately agree, Luke launched into a rant.

"First of all, you're like the smartest person in the world. You manage to get good grades while also working at the diner three days a week which is nuts.

Secondly, your voice is insane! And your lyrics, (Y/n), we wouldn't even have half the Sunset Curve songs without your killer songwriting skills!"

"You done, Lu?" You joked as you pulled away just enough to look up at him, trying not to blush. No matter how hard you tried to play it cool when he complimented you, it always made you melt inside.

"I'm just saying," Luke laughed softly. “You are literally the best person I know, Squeaks.”

You let out a watery laugh at the mention of your childhood nickname. It was one that Luke had given to you in 4th grade after he put a bug on your arm and you had squeaked in fear.

“And just think,” Luke whispered, his voice sounding a little wistful. “One day, we’ll get signed to a label and end up somewhere far away from here.”

“We barely started making our demo.” You said, making Luke scrunch his nose in the way that always made you giggle. "Don't you think you're getting a little ahead of yourself?"

“Nope.” He smirked. “Okay, I gotta ask, were you planning on baking this or is this a new look you’re going for? ‘Cause I gotta be honest, it’s not your best.” Luke said teasingly as he swiped some batter from your cheek.

“Oh, really?” You asked, dipping your finger in the bowl and smearing the batter across Luke’s face, making him gasp. Then you took a slight step back and hummed thoughtfully. “Definitely looks better on me.”

“You know what?” Luke scoffed, trying to hold back a smile and before you could blink, he reached into the bowl and flung the spoon at you, splattering your shirt. “I think you’re right.”

“Jerk!” You laughed, wiping off your shirt as Luke tried to lick the batter off his chin but he only managed to make an ever bigger mess.

“Did I get it?” He asked, making you giggle.

“Not quite.” You reached forward and carefully wiped it off, desperately trying to focus on anything other than how close your faces were. But it was impossible when you could feel Luke’s breath on the tip of your nose. “There.”

Luke’s face was unreadable as he looked down at you. The playfulness had evaporated in the air and was replaced with something else that you couldn’t really read either. Just when you thought the moment would last forever, the timer for the second batch of cookies rang through the kitchen, and you practically bolted to the oven.

You pulled them out and put them on a plate. “So, you know that we have to watch Sixteen Candles now, right?”

Luke groaned, pretending to be annoyed. Even though he would never admit it, you knew he secretly loved romance movies. “Fine, but Raiders of the Lost Ark after?”

“Deal.”

As Luke went into the living room to start the movie, you sighed to yourself. Maybe you would never have a normal relationship with your mom.

But you had your band, your friends, and even if it wasn’t exactly in the way you wanted;

You had Luke.

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