#the ones who watched you not show up to your 21st birthday party

[twice-inamillion]

Dahyun’s Birthday Sex

Smut and fluff (rough sex, deep penetration, creampie)

Chapter 199 

3.4 K Words 

(OC celebrating Dahyun's 21st birthday.)

“Babe wake up, babe” you feel a slight nudge in your arm as you are half asleep. Opening your eyes, you see Dahyun next to your bed. “What’s going on, Dahyun?” Knowing you’re now awake, she sits on the bed next to you, “Do you want to go on a morning walk with me?” You look towards your window, see it’s still dark out, and ask, “What time is it?” She looks at her watch, “It’s five in the morning, perfect for a morning walk.” 

You think to yourself that it's way too early to have a walk, but it’s been a while since you accompanied her in one, “Okay, I’m up for it; what about Daeun?” She turns towards you and lowers herself, “She’s right here,” showing you a sleeping Daeun in a satchel semi-awake. You stand up and kiss her, “Good morning, little princess.” 

“Okay, let’s go on that walk.” Dahyun waits for you downstairs and hands you a small sling bag for you to carry. You hold Dahyun’s hand and have a pleasant conversation as you walk down the side of the road. 

Once you get back, you and Dahyun get ready for your date. “I’m going to bathe Daeun and take a shower myself. Meet you down again in an hour.”

You go to Dahyun’s room and knock on the door, “Can I come in?” “Come in!” You open the door and see a Dahyun sitting with Daeun, who is breastfeeding. “Come and sit down. I’m just feeding Daeun before we leave.” You sit and watch a semi-sleeping Daeun suckling slowly on Dahyun’s cream-white breasts. 

“She’s getting bigger as the months go by, huh.” 

“Yes, before you know it, she’ll say her first words and play with the rest of her sisters.” 

“I can’t wait for it to happen, already.”

When Daeun is done drinking, Dahyun changes her diaper one last time before taking her to Sana, who is excited to watch over her while the both of you are gone. Dahyun gave some last-minute instructions to Sana before the two of you headed out. You give her one last goodbye kiss before getting inside the car. 

“Are you ready for your birthday date?”

“Yes, I’m excited,” and start the car and wave in Daeun’s direction. Sana holds Daeun up and waves her little hand goodbye.

You arrive at the location and park the car in a nearby parking lot. “Where are we going, oppa?”

“It’s a surprise. You’ll like it, though.” You exit from the car and open the door for Dahyun. She puts on a cap to cover her pale skin. You lead her to the shop, and she immediately jumps from excitement when she sees multiple types of chocolate in front of the store’s window. “Are you going to buy me some chocolate?” 

You open the door, letting her in first, and say, “We are going to make it ourselves.” 

“Welcome to Penguin Chocolate store. Are you the 9 am reservation?”

“Yes, for a party of two.” The older lady walks the both of you into a separate room, “This is the room we use for chocolate-making classes. Today we will be making two types of chocolates.” 

You can see the excitement in Dahyun’s eyes, and she begins to ask questions to the older lady. You look through the booklet on the table on the types of chocolate you can make in class. 

The older lady introduces herself as the instructor for today’s session and talks about what both of you will do for the today. An excited Dahyun selects different types of chocolates and designs she wants to make.

The class continues with the both of you mixing melted chocolate and adding multiple ingredients before pouring it into metal designs and placing it on a large metal sheet. The chocolate is set in a special oven and heated as you and Dahyun have a small break on the outside patio. 

“How do you like the class so far?” With her chocolate shake in her hand, she says, “I loved it. Didn’t know it took so much, but it’s fun. We should do this again.”

“We can, maybe, once the tour is over.” With a smile on her face, she finishes off her drink and hurries back to the store to check on her chocolate. 

“You both box your chocolates in multiple small boxes and wrap a nice red ribbon on it. Dahyun writes small notes while you place them in a larger container before having them shipped to the house for the rest of the members. 

“Thank you for choosing us,” the lady waves the both of you goodbye as you exit the door. Once you're in the car Dahyun opens the small box, “Oppa, say ahh.” You open your mouth, and she puts a piece of chocolate into your mouth. “How is it?”

“It’s good. You should become a chocolatier once we retire and open a little shop.” She looks at you and laughs, “Haha, I’ll think about it. By the way, where are we going next?”

“You’ll see” as you drive towards a small airport. Once you arrive at the gate entrance, you insert a code that allows you to enter the gate and head to one of the many hangers. “Make sure you grab your stuff once we get out of the car, okay.” 

“Sure, but tell me where we are going first, I really want to know.”

“It’s a surprise.” 

The flight attendant closes the plane’s door and announces, “Our flight today will be a short thirty minutes to Jeju Island. Once the plane takes off, you two are more than welcomed to walk around and enjoy the amenities,” and walks back to her section.

Dahyun looks at you with a large smile, “Are we really going to Jeju?” You grab her hand, “Yes, I remember you said you wanted to relax and enjoy a good view, so I made a reservation.” 

She hugs you and kisses you on the cheek, “Thank you!” The plane takes off, and Dahyun moves around the plane, trying to get some good views to take pictures. You laugh and enjoy watching Dahyun act like a child around you.

The plane arrives at the small airport, and you are led to your rental vehicle. “Are you ready to go?” “Yes! Let’s go!” Dahyun looks out the window and takes a video as you drive on the windy road to your rental home.

“Where are we going, oppa?” 

“We are going to stay in Samantha’s vacation home. She said I could use it when I visit Jeju, so we are heading over there right now.” It doesn’t take too long for the both of you two arrive and park at the driveway. You insert the code at the front entrance and place your bags in the front. 

“Wow, it’s so pretty,” says Dahyun as she begins to look around. “Right. Seems like she has some good taste.”

Dahyun walks and opens the sliding door that leads to the backyard and the view of the ocean, “Omg, I want to live here. Please, oppa, we should really get a beach house, please…” rubbing her two hands together. “We’ll see what we can do. Maybe after building the first house.”

“Haha, it doesn’t hurt to try. Anyways how about a snack?”

“What do you want?”

“Hmm… some sandwiches would be nice.”

“Okay, let me check the kitchen and see what we have.”

“Sounds good, let me change, and then I’ll help you.” Dahyun goes upstairs and changes into a thin tank top and loose shorts.

You’re making cutting some vegetables and taking out other ingredients and feel Dahyun’s chest rubbing on your back. You turn around and see Dahyun wearing a semi-transparent tank top that leaves nothing to the imagination, “Wow.” 

“What?”

“Nothing.” 

She grabs some peanut butter and jelly from the lowest section of the fridge and bends down, giving you a nice view. You say to yourself, “Fuck, no panties,” and turn your head to get a better view. She grabs the two items and brings them back to the kitchen counter. You can help but stare at her ass cheeks that are spilling out of her shorts. “Oppa, can you help me and open the jar for me?” 

She hands you the jar, and you go stand behind her; she presses her butt against your cock, teasing you. She can feel you getting hard as it presses her back; she loves the feeling. You instantly remember that day when she did the same thing after her first time, and you can’t control yourself any longer. 

You pull down your shorts, grab your cock with one hand, and with the other, you pull down Dahyun’s shorts. You slap her on her ass cheek, causing her to yelp but give her no time to react as you quickly find her entrance and insert the tip of your cock. You can feel her lose her footing as she falls into your cock, taking your whole length in one swipe. 

Dahyun immediately cums from your length and soaks the floor, “Oh no… I… I came.” 

“Don’t think you’re going to get off that easy,” you pick her back up and push her against the kitchen counter. You begin to fuck that living shit out of her, making her moan loudly. “Oh my god! Oh my… You’re too big! I can’t take…” you pull out and give her a hard thrust, lifting Dahyun’s small body up in the air. Her feet dangle in the air as she supports her upper body on the kitchen counter. The both of you feel a sense of euphoria, a tingling sensation in your core that makes you want to explode, which you do. 

Dahyun’s toes curl, and she spasms as she feels a sudden rush overtaking her womb, filling it with pure baby batter. Not having tasted your seed so long, it welcomes it and tries to milk you for all you’re worth. “Fuck Dahyun, your cunt is sucking me dry; it really has been it while. Since you want it so much, here, take it all,” as you press your body tighter to hers, causing Dahyun to cough out loud from the pressure. 

The tightness of your core lessens, and you pull out your cock and see a large amount of cum oozing out and staining the floor. You set dahyun back on the floor, but she has no energy in her legs and stumbles as she tries to balance herself but slips. You catch her mid-way and pick her petite body back up with minimal effort. “You’re so light, Dahyun, just like a feather, haha.” 

“Shut up, oppa. I can’t feel my legs, and you’re here making fun of me?”

“Haha, sorry.”

You walk her to the living room, and you’re about to place her on the couch, but right when you’re about to sit her down, she wraps her arms around your neck, “Don’t.” You see the desperation in her eyes, yearning for more. You know what she wants, what she needs. You take a sit in the middle of the couch and sit her on your lap; your heart races as you see Dahyun struggle to get up and work her way on top of you, grabbing your length and aligning it to her puffy slit. She gasps as she penetrates herself with your thick, long cock, lowering her tiny body to someone so massive. All you hear in the anticipation, a heavy breathing from Dahyun as she takes your whole length, her pussy tightening around your length, welcoming it back home. 

She stops momentarily, adjusting herself unlike before, and looks you directly into your eyes. Your hand moves to your breast, giving it a nice squeeze, and you see her precious milk dripping down to her tummy. 

You can’t wait any longer and take her breast into your mouth, milking her of her precious liquid meant for your child. The taste is sweet, something you can’t explain. Dahyun moans to the milking of her tits as you switch back and forth. She tilts her head back from the pleasure; you see her reaction and collect as much milk as you can, softly tilt her face and kiss her. She’s startled when you suddenly feed her own milk down her throat, it’s something that she hasn’t down before, but it turns her on. Both your tongues twist and turn, exploring every inch of each other's mouths before separating. 

The milk you shared with her gives her the energy to ride you. She pushes you onto the couch and begins to ride you. The sight of her small figure, her breast bouncing, and her puffy lip rubbing against your pelvis feels amazing. You just sit there and enjoy the view of her riding you until the both of you cum together. 

After the sudden session, the two of you end up taking a nap on the couch. You don’t notice how long you slept but see that Dahyun is gone. “Where is she” then hear a faint sound coming from upstairs. It’s Dahyun, and she’s singing in the shower like always, “I thought you would have woken me up.” She laughs, “Sorry, you seem so comfortable, and I didn’t want to bother you, so I took a shower first.” “How about I join you?” Right when you’re about to step inside, she turns off the water, “You’re too late,” and sticks her tongue out, mocking you. 

When you are finished with your shower and get dressed, you hear Dahyun call out for you from downstairs, “What’s up?”

“Here, the sandwich we ended up missing because of our little play,” giving you a slight smirk. You grab the sandwich and take a bite before she steals it back and finishes it. “You only get a piece for surprising me.” “That’s fine, I can always eat later,” glazing at her body. “You’re such a dog, oppa. What am I going to do with you?” “I don’t know, but we can talk about it later; our dinner reservation is in an hour. We need to head out.” 

The two of you enjoy a nice dinner at a restaurant near the beach and reminisce past memories together of Daeun. She thanks you for taking her out on this date since she’s been wanting to relax after the Fancy album release. “You deserve a break, especially today.” “Haha, I do. Daeun has been a handful, but you and the members have made it manageable. I don’t know what I would do without you guys.”

You try to cheer her up, “Come on, how about we finish you and have a little bit of fun.” “What do you have in mind?” “Not sure yet, but let’s figure it out as we go.” She agrees, and you ask for the check, pay and head out.

What you did after dinner must have worked because you entered the room in a rush as you and Dahyun kissed wildly passionately. With her legs wrapped around your waist, she tries to undress you before getting to bed. You throw her onto the bed and say, “I’ll be right back; just wait…”. You rush down the stairs, open the fridge, look around, grab the first few items you see, and rush back upstairs. 

When you open the door, you see a Dahyun in provocative lingerie, black laced bra, and black panties. “Wow.” Dahyun looks at you with a smile, “What do you think?” Walking towards her, you can’t help but be in awe; her creamy-white skin and the black-laced lingerie are a perfect contrast. “You look amazing,” as you bring her closer to you and place one hand on her hip and the other on her ass. You give her ass a nice smack which makes her yelp, then a good squeeze, “You have an amazing body. No one would guess that you’re a milf.” 

Dahyun’s smile turns into a smirk, “Do you want to play with this hot milf?” as she rubs the midsection of your pants. “Yes, I want to fuck the milf that’s right in front of me, especially when it’s her birthday.” She continues to rub and says, “Well, I see you brought me my birthday present, I can’t wait to unwrap it.”

You can’t wait any long, and you pick her up and toss her onto the bed, “Come on, fuck me with that big cock of yours, I want to enjoy my present to the fullest.” As you unzip your pants, your cock springs out from your trousers; Dahyun turns around and gets on all fours, then smacks her butt, “Come on pretty boy, you want to see my ass jiggle as you fuck my tight little cunt?”

There is no response as you grab her by the waist on pull her as close to the edge of the bed, and smack your hardened cock on her right ass cheek. You pull her panties to the side and trace your tip against her entrance, “I want to hear you moan my name, Dahyun.” “Yes, everyone is going to know that, my little pus…” she isn’t given the opportunity to finish her sentence as you shove your whole length at once. “Fuc… fuck!” You see Dahyun’s cheeks bounce when you crash into them. You raise your hand above her cheeks and smack it multiple times until it’s red; every time Dahyun moans out your name, “Slap it harder, make my ass red. I want to have the imprint of you hand on my perfect little body.” 

You can’t help but get excited, the idea of marking her cream-white cheeks red from your spanking is making you hard. Suddenly you feel her cunt getting tighter and see Dahyun turn and smile at you, “Do you like that, oppa? Jihyo taught me that move. She said you like it when her pussy chokes your cock.” “Omg, Dahyun, you’re the best.” 

“Then fuck me with that big present you gave me.” No more words are needed as you grip her petite waist with your big hands, you can feel how small her body really is compared to yours, smaller than some of the other members. 

You begin to thrust your cock into her rapidly, causing her to lose balance and fall. With her ass in the air, you give it one more hard spank that makes Dahyun cry out in pain. She turns around, and you see her mascara completely ruined from the tears, “Don’t stop, oppa, keep on fucking me, please.” 

“Okay, but don’t regret it.” She nods happily, and you grab both her arms and pull them tight towards you. With her body suspended in the air you fuck her ruthlessly. All you hear is a combination of moaning and crying as you admire the view of her back and her butt as it jiggles from your thrusting. It doesn’t take long for Dahyun to reach her climax, her pussy tightens up, and you feel a strong stream of liquid straying on your member. 

There is a burning sensation in your core; you know that you’re also at your limit, “Dahyun, I’m going to cum!” You fix your position as you grab her from her upper arms, releasing your gates and flooding Dahyun’s womb with your seed. You can feel your energy draining from your body as it pours inside Dahyun. With your head tilted back and a slight jerk, you lose balance, and you let go of Dahyun’s arms. Instead of Dahyun slipping off of her cunt has a tight grip on your cock, pulling you down and falling on top of Dahyun. 

You're on top of Dahyun’s petite body, your whole weight on her as pump of her cum. She could feel her womb being filled to the brim, and she surrendered herself to you. Once you regain composure, you get off of Dahyun and see your thick cum oozing out of her small cunt. 

“How was it? Did you like your present, birthday girl?”

“Yes, I loved it.”

“Want to go for another round?”

Dahyun turns around with her back against the back and spreads her legs, inviting you for another round. 

The two of you end up having multiple sessions throughout the night, only stopping when you collapse from exhaustion. 

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[brownsugarwrites]

Up late.

Pairings: Bodyguard!Kuai Liang x Black!socialite!reader

Warnings: Smut, established relationship ,edging, tears, praise, bratty reader, soft dom kuai but he is a asshole, choking , cursing, cumming inside, squriting ,aftercare. also not alot of dialouge here.

wc: 1.5k

listened to alot of ari lennox while writing this. This was supposed to be done weeks ago but school was beating my ass saur I hope everyone enjoys!! For your listening pleasure.

It was late. Very late. 2:30 in the morning to be exact. You had just come from a night out with your best friends who had come into town for the weekend. Your parents were currently on a business trip so you were under Kuai’s supervision. But, the only problem was you didn't tell Kuai about you leaving and going out.

Was it out of pettiness? Yes. But you were sure he would do nothing about it. The past few weeks he had been letting you slide more than usual. You would yell and curse him out just because he told you no or you would just be defiant knowing you got under his skin with the little things you did.

Locking the door to your G-Wagon your father gifted you for your 21st birthday your heels clacked on the pavement of your driveway as you made your way to the front door. Fumbling in your purse to take out your house keys you sighed in exhaustion. You forgot had thrilling it was to sneak out and go party with your friends all night

Walking into your home you slipped off your heels before hanging your purse on the hook. Flicking on the light in the foyer you jumped seeing your personal bodyguard Kuai Liang sitting on the couch waiting for you to get home.

You were fucked.

“Oh hey, I thought you would be sleeping right now,” you said quite nervously but you tried not to show it

“Where were you?” he asked calmly.

You knew he already knew the answer to that so it was a matter if you were gonna lie to him or not. Knowing you were already in deep shit you decided to be truthful this one time.

“I went out with some friends. Why does it matter?” you asked crossing your arms

“Because last time I checked. You are under my watch correct?” he asked

You nodded your head before opening your mouth but Kuai cut you off

“Yes, you are under my supervision this weekend. So why did you think it was ok to go out without telling me where you were going”

You sat in your thoughts for a moment. Until the light bulb metaphorically appeared over your head.

“I'm grown first of all. All you do is treat me like I'm a child who can't handle themselves,” you said standing your ground before walking away to your bedroom.

Following behind you as you walked away from him he called your name continuously as you ignored his advances, Soon you reached your room and before you could close the door on his face he caught the door before it could close.

“I wasn't done talking to you.” He said voice slightly deeper than usual

“Well, I am-” you began before looking into his eyes seeing the seriousness in them.

Before you could think, he was gently pulling you by your neck to bring your face to his before kissing you harshly. Having to clutch on his shirt to keep you steady you grounded yourself before feeling Kuais hands go to your ass lifting you partially his way of telling you to “jump”

Bringing you closer to the bed your stomach churned in anxiousness mixed with arousal watched as he discarded his shirt on your floor. Watching him climb back over you he didn't say a word as he nearly tore off the dress you were wearing.

Some may say you were spoiled by nature. With your parents owning multiple businesses you never had to want for anything. No was not in your vocabulary or your parents. This made you entitled for lack of better words. You didn't care about how other people felt (sometimes) and how your actions would eventually have a consequence.

That was until Kuai was assigned to you about a year or two ago. When Kuai came you calmed down tremendously. You started to like him and you didn't want to run him away. Therefore you toned down to pursue something further with him, secretly of course (his brothers knew).

Once the two of you started to secretly date your shell started to peel slowly and soon enough you were back to your usual antics.

Peeling off your thin underwear he kissed your thighs a few times before leaving little bites and licking a stripe along your cunt. He quickly replaced his tongue with his fingers. Hitting that particular spongey spot that had your mouth running dry and seeing stars

“Kuai.. I’m bout to cum-” You would pant nearing your release

Soon as those words fell from your pretty mouth he quickly took his fingers out of your aching pussy hearing you whine in need

“Kuai why did you do that?” you asked sitting up on your hands before looking him in his eyes

Staring at you he couldn't help but think you were so beautiful like this. Even though you were near tears because of your denied release. This would set the tone for the night. Saying nothing he climbed on top of your flower bed sheets before pulling you in between his legs with your back against his broad chest. Taking a hand to turn your head to give you a soft kiss you thought that maybe he would let you cum this time around.

You were wrong.

Every time you were near a release he released his fingers from your puffy clit as the tears streamed down your face. Your whines and pleads for him to let you cum were strong as you felt like he had you in this position for hours toying with you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you begged for a release. But, you weren't getting off that easy.

“I need you so bad. No more teasing Kuai please baby” you said breathlessy wanting to be satisfied.

“I dont think you’ve learned your lesson princess,” he responded rubbing your thighs to try to calm down a little

“I did! I'm sorry Kuai just please I need you so bad.”

“Promise you won't be mean any more?” he asked smiling

Nodding your head rapidly you whined feeling his fingers rub on your clit once more before lifting you to place you on his lap. Incoherent words fell from your lips as you sunk into him.

“There we go sweetheart, shh I got you,” he said along your neck before bouncing you up and down.

Usually, Kuai kept his composure very well. But when he was inside you his composure slowly faded away. The way you squeezed him and the little noises you would make as he fucked into you kept him going while driving himself crazy at the same time.

He was in love with you. No matter how spoiled you were, he knew the other side of you that most didn't. He was grateful to see both sides of you. His brothers always talk about your behavior and how your attitude could be too much to handle. But he knew how to get you to submit completely to him. It took some time but he knew how to get you there.

Putting you on your back he continued to fuck you into feeling your almond-shaped nails digging into his back as you cried out for him nearing your release.

“Just wait princess, im close hold on a little longer” he grunted continuing to fuck into you

Squeezing your eyes shut you tried to hold on for him but your body was defying what your mind was saying

“Cant hold it anymore baby please.” you whispered trying to open your eyes

Seeing your glossy eyes he groaned seeing how fucked out you were. That was all he needed to cum

“Cmon baby, thats it, i got you” as you released all over him as he pumped his cum into you.

He laid on top of you as the two of you breathed in sync. Feeling warm and soft kisses being placed on your forehead before getting carried to the bathroom.

Running the hot water with your lavender soap he went back to your room to change your sheets and to pull out your sleepwear for the night. Coming into the bathroom quietly he tied your headscarf around your braids before putting on your bonnet. Once the water was done running he set you in the tub gently before getting behind you.

“Thank you.” you said softly sinking into the hot water

Helping wash each other off some kisses were shared in between with light giggles from the bubble getting on kuais face. Retreating from the bathroom Kuai went to grab some clothes from his overnight bag before coming back to your room to put his clothes on.

Peeling back your comforter the two of you laid down on your soft pillows while staring in each others eyes.

“Are you upset with me Kuai?” you asked softly before playing with his hair.

Before he could answer he took in the way the soft moonlight illuminated your brown skin and created a twinkle in your eyes. You were perfect.

��I could never be upset with you. I just didn't expect you to be gone. Your parents would kill me if I let you get hurt.”

“Im sorry…” you said with shame laced with embarrassment.

“I forgive you, princess. Next time just tell me when you’re going out. Ok?” he said before kissing the inside of your wrist.

Nodding your head you quickly snuggled into him before closing your eyes

“Good night Kuai. I love you.”

#kuai liang smut #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang x black reader #kuai liang x you #kuai liang #mortal kombat x black!reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat x black reader #video game x reader #video game smut

[starryjeekies]

~ Watch Out For the Shy Ones ~

Pairing: kang yeosang x fem!reader x yang jeongin (gn pronouns used)

Genre: smut, pwp

Summary: after working on the set of kingdom, you landed yourself working for the company of the winners, stray kids. now a year later, i.n invites you to his birthday party at a club. after meeting up with him and running into an old friend from the show, yeosang, the usually shy members of their groups let slip a little secret. will this secret lead to more secrets between the sheets?

Warnings: pure smut, threesome, oral (m receiving), cum eating, protected sex, pet names (doll mainly), alcohol consumption (drink responsibly), switch!yeosang, switch!jeongin, dom!reader, nothing too crazy, if there's more let me know!

Words: 8k

A/N: long time no see! I did start writing this not too long after i wrote double trouble (please check it out if you haven't!) but took a break due to work/life. once I saw ateez announced that it's you was going to get an mv, i decided to start working on it again. now, i am posting this in celebration of the it's you mv dropping. any and all feedback is appreciated! i have more ideas for the future so stay tuned <3

There wasn’t a day that went by that wasn’t filled with chaos. You had landed one of your first jobs with Mnet and even thought the management itself was really shitty, it did pay decently well. You had started there right as Mnet was finding groups to compete on Kingdom. You had already known The Boyz were going to be on since they won Road to Kingdom, so you could only imagine what other idol groups would be competing. You didn’t have any say in picking out who else but you were happy to see some of your other favorite groups be there.

You had known Stray Kids and Ateez would be there thanks to Hyunjin and San performing with Juyeon and that made you excited. They both had immaculate talent that needed to be showcased. You were glad to help throughout their time on Kingdom. Sure, you didn’t work specifically with only those groups, but being a stage tech crew member, you were excited to see their stages the most. You created the bell in Stray Kids’ Side Effects/God’s Menu stage, you did the research for how much the tentacle was going to cost for Ateez’s Symphony No. 9 stage, it was cool to see your hard work be part of the reason both groups you enjoyed rank top 3 in the end.

There wasn’t too much interaction you got with the groups themselves besides right before a performance to do prop checks, but they were always super nice to you. You appreciated their kindness, not seeing it from your own company most of the time. All of the idols, in fact, were very sweet and thankful for your help during the show. You ended up staying late with many of them to make sure their practices ran smoothly with scene changes, props, ropes, everything. Many times, that’s when you just simply stayed the night at the studio in one of the dressing rooms because the drive to your apartment would take too much time.

Then, once Kingdom was done and Stray Kids had won, you were able to land yourself a temp position at JYPE doing exactly what you were doing at Mnet but with a much more rewarding crew to work with. Someone in Stray Kids put in a good word for you, you believe. Eventually, that position became a full time set design crew member for their music videos and jacket shootings. Now, almost a year later, you are getting ready for a party. Jeongin’s birthday party.

Surprisingly, he had invited you out to his 21st birthday party. Well, Chan had invited you on I.N’s behalf because he couldn’t do it himself. Now that you had gotten closer to Stray Kids, it was easier for you to talk to them regularly. You would still be formal with them, but it was easy to have fun with the boys when time allowed it. If there was downtime between scene setup and when the boys had to start shooting, it wasn’t uncommon for one of them to strike up a conversation with you. Jeongin, however, did it more so when it was just you two or everyone else was far enough away. It wasn’t like your conversations were necessarily private or anything, but he was one of the more shy ones from the group.

Chan told you about a club that I.N wanted to go to; it was an underground one that allowed idols to party away from the general public. The only people who knew about it were other idols and some staff members from the companies. Trainees or low level employees had no knowledge of its existence. There were many around Seoul, being as big of a city as it is and how many kpop groups there are now. People know they exist, but the locations of them are kept hidden.

Since it is a club you’re going to, you decide to let yourself dress freely. A low cut red top and a tight black leather skirt with some pumps is your way to go. When looking at yourself in the mirror, anxiety starts to grow in your belly. How formal should I be with the guys? It’s after work hours but I still work for them. I shouldn’t get too crazy, but I do want to have fun. Jeongin did invite me after all. You decide to suck it up and have fun, wanting to enjoy celebrating the idol.

Leaving your apartment, you start your journey via subway as it’s still open at 11 pm. You quickly get to Hongdae and start walking towards the club. After downing the soju bottle you bought from 7-Eleven on the ride over, you feel ready to get the night started. The club is hidden behind a restaurant on the corner, allowing you to sneak into the back alley and down the stairs. There’s a small neon sign on the brick next to the door, a keypad, and a large metal door. After punching in the code Chan gave you, the green light flashes and the door unlocks.

You quickly step inside and let the door close heavily behind you but no one notices. The music is loud and booming and you realize the door makes the rest of the place hidden because of the soundproofing. There’s no bouncer at the front door but there is someone for a coat check which you graciously hand them your thick coat you wore since it is February. You look around and see some of the members of different groups you’ve met or seen before as well as people you don’t recognize who might be employees from their companies.

You make your way to the bar, squeezing in between people to try and order a drink.

“Hi, what are you looking for?” The bartender asks you, leaning his elbow on the counter.

“Something strong, please.” You respond back, leaning closer for him to hear you.

“How about some soju bombs for the birthday boy?”

You turn and see Jeongin standing there, his huge cheesy grin plastered on his face. You smile back at him and shout, “Hey!”

He laughs and pulls you in for a hug, obviously feeling the effects of the alcohol he’s already consumed. He’s glad when he feels you squeeze him tightly back. When you pull away, he’s eager to look at the bartender for more drinks. “Two soju bombs, please.”

“Well, happy birthday to you, Jeongin.” You hold onto his arm lightly as he does the same to you.

“That’s only, like, the fourth time you told me that today.” He laughs again, causing your ears to flare up hot. “But I appreciate it, thanks for coming out tonight.”

“My pleasure, there’s no work tomorrow so I can be out as late as you want me.” You smile, leaning against the bar.

“That’s good to hear, because I plan to party for a while.” He winks at you which makes you even more flustered, causing him to shake your arm lightly. “Hey, let loose, have fun, no-no need to have formalities tonight.”

You shake your head lightly, watching as he looks into your eyes. “This is the loosest I’ve seen you act in my whole time at the company, so I think we’re pretty even in the ‘who needs to let loose’ games.”

“Alright, alright,” The younger man shakes off your remark and instead motions behind you to the two beer glasses sitting behind you. “I have a tab started so don’t even worry.”

You ended up being with Jeongin for a significant part of the night. You would dance together, get a drink, break off whenever he had someone else who would wish him a happy birthday, then meet back up at the table for another drink, talk for a while about him or you, and repeat. That cycle has happened about two or three times now and you’re currently at the table, checking your phone for the time. It’s past 2 am and you’re still not exhausted which is interesting.

“Not getting bored, are you?”

You look up and see another familiar face, a cheeky smile beaming down at you. You’re delighted to see the man standing there. “Yeosang!”

He invites himself to sit next to you, squeezing in close on the semi circle booth. “It’s been a while, Y/N.”

“Awh, you remembered my name,” You chuckle, resting a hand on his knee. “I’m flattered.”

He laughs incredulously, covering his mouth with his hand. “What do you mean? Of course I remember your name. You act like we didn’t work together for months.”

“That was also a year plus ago.” You smirk, looking at him. He’s fucking gorgeous. His hair is a beautiful blond, long and thick. He definitely looks dressed to party; he’s wearing a shirt with only one sleeve and the opposite hip cut out with leather pants. His blond locks are pushed back with a few strands falling in front of his face. His beautiful heart shaped face has light makeup which accentuates his features delightfully. In your intoxicated state, you’d jump his bones right then and there if it was acceptable. “People grow and change.”

“I mean, I don’t think I’m that different from a year ago.” He looks to the table for a moment, only glancing at you briefly.

“Well, you’re just as hot.” You smirk, watching him get flustered and wave you off.

“And you’re more bold.”

“And you’re just as shy.”

He looks at you somewhat defiantly, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of being right. “I prefer to call it more introverted.”

You smirk again, resting your chin in your hand. “Fine, have it your way then. And besides, it’s just the alcohol. Jeongin and I are almost going shot for shot and he’s not as much of a lightweight as I thought.”

“Oh, you’re here for his birthday too?” He smiles lightly, seeing that you stayed in contact with someone else from Kingdom.

“Yeah, I work for JYPE now so I get to see him pretty regularly.” You giggle, updating him on the new thing that’s happened. “He invited me out and we’ve been hanging together for the most part but I’m pretty sure I saw Allen from Cravity steal him away.”

“Ah, he invited me too but I haven’t-”

“Kang Yeosang!” On cue, the birthday boy comes to the table with three double shots of what is presumed to be soju. “Took you forever to show up!”

“I’ve been here!” He retorts back, looking teasingly at the boy. “You just finally made yourself free.”

“I had to buy you a drink first, sorry it took so long.” He slides the shot glass to his friend while also giving you a drink. “It’s the least I can do for you before you go back on tour.”

“You’re in the middle of a tour?” You look towards the older guy as you down your shot.

He takes his with little grimace and pushes the glass away. “Yeah, we just finished our USA leg and we are heading to Europe in a week or so.”

“Wow, big things!” You smirk, then look to I.N who has slung an arm around your shoulders. “We’ve just been catching up since the last time we saw each other.”

“Ah, telling him how much cuter you’ve gotten?”

“Oh my god!” You squeal at his comments, Yeosang laughing at your response. “You, sir, have had enough to drink. You’re usually as bad as Yeosang yet here you are hitting on me.”

“What, can I not compliment you?” He looks offended at your statement. “Come on, Yeosang, don’t they look great tonight?”

He looks put on the spot, but you notice that the Ateez member does, indeed, look you up and down to take in your appearance. It makes something stir inside you to be checked out by an idol you’ve looked up to, something dangerous. “I have to give it to I.N, he has a point.”

“Wow, okay, you two.” You hold your hands up in defeat, relenting to the men on either side of you. “Color me shocked as neither of you had said anything in the time that I’ve worked with you both.”

“We never said it to you directly.”

You look between them, not believing what you’re hearing. Your face heats up more as what’s insinuated sets in. “You guys have talked about me before?”

Now their real personalities shine. Now being confronted with the reality of what they’ve acknowledged to be doing, Yeosang looks at the pushed away shot glass while Jeongin’s eyes are focused into his lap. The tension is…weird. It’s awkward but also sexual. You swallow down the awkwardness that you feel and decide to look at Jeongin since he’s been more liberal with his answers tonight. “What exactly have you two talked about regarding me?”

He rolls his eyes lightly, finding his rings more interesting than your eyes. “Just things…”

You huff and look towards the dancer, seeing his ears are bright red. “What things?”

Yeosang looks over to the younger man, blinking a few times. “Uh, well…”

This time, your sigh is dramatic as you push your hair back. “Well, boys, it’s been lovely with this little chit chat, but if you can’t entertain a simple gossip question, then I guess it’s time to call it a night.” You move to get out of the booth, but go over Yeosang’s lap and “accidentally” let your ass rub over his crotch. A short groan escapes his lips and his hands immediately place themselves on your hips, keeping you on him. You turn your head to glance at him, your hand grabbing onto his strong forearm. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

His breathing wavers as he finally locks his eyes to you, specifically your neck. “We…we wondered, if,” You moving yourself farther up on his lap caused him to groan again, his eyes fluttering and his dick hardening underneath you. “I-If you wore black underwear under your black stage crew outfits.”

“Is that all?” You look at the birthday boy, expecting an answer from him too.

He shakes his head, his black hair falling into his eyes. “We thought about whether you've had any experience or not.”

“And if you’ve ever, you know, had two guys at once.” The Ateez member pipes up again, his hands still holding onto you tightly.

“Would you like to find out?” You ask them, feeling the path down the rabbit hole turn this way. Jeongin looks up at you with his mouth slightly agape while you can feel Yeosang’s hot breath at your neck. “Subways are closed but we can take a taxi to my place. No one would ever know.”

You can feel the heat radiating off of Yeosang while he looks at Jeongin. The younger one looks just as surprised before there’s a switch. You can see it in the way his eyes become trained on you after he closes his mouth. He had no telling that his drunk confession would actually lead to this. He was actually betting on you telling him you were going to quit. So this is different. He grabs the empty shot glasses and shoots up from his seat. “I’ll pay the tab, you call the taxi.”

“If you insist.” You smirk, watching him practically jog away from the table. You manage to snake out of Yeosang’s grasp before holding a hand out to him. “Are you going to join us?”

“This is not just the alcohol talking, is it?” He takes your hand and stands up with you. He wants to make sure you don’t regret whatever you three are thinking of doing tonight.

“Listen, if I have to sign two NDAs then I will.” The Ateez member laughs at your statement. “Besides, I like seeing the birthday boy happy and I have been deprived of your hotness for a year. I’m curious as to where the night is going to go.”

You and Yeosang head outside, dressed in your coats and masks while you wait for the taxi to arrive. I.N isn’t too far behind you and you all pile into the car, telling the driver the address to your home. The drive over is tense in the best way. While the ride isn’t too long, the boys are trying hard to contain themselves. Yeosang is bouncing his leg slightly while I.N bites at his thumb. However you aren’t any better, fiddling at the hem of your skirt. You’re sure the driver feels the tension too.

Upon entering the complex, it starts settling in on what’s happening. Two idols, one of which you work for, want to fuck you. At the same time. There’s no going back from that statement. Walking into your apartment, you take off your shoes and coat, putting them where they should be so you don’t trip in the morning. “So did you two have an action plan or did you not get that far?”

“To say we had a plan is going a bit far.”

“But we did have an idea.”

You cock your head to the side, glancing between the two men who now stand there. “Then what are you waiting for?”

I.N gives a quick glance to his partner in crime before walking up to you. Now, standing in front of you, his shyness not holding him back, you can truly grasp how people can say he’s intimidating. But his touch is gentle as he cups your cheek. His face is angled in a way that silently begs for a kiss. You nod and move forward to help close the gap. You easily note how eager he is in the kiss. He wastes no time with little pecks and instead goes for the open mouth kisses. It takes a moment for you two to find a rhythm that works, but once you do, you can tell that Jeongin isn’t inexperienced. His ability to hold you captive with just his mouth is impressive. He tastes like soju, but then again you probably do as well. He makes sure that you become enthralled in him, letting you melt into his touch. His hand does remove from your cheek and instead, is placed on your breast, giving you a light squeeze.

He enjoys the moan you let out and smirks into the kiss. He makes sure to palm your breast again when he asks, “That feels good, huh?”

Your words of agreement falter as he does it again. Your hand wraps behind his neck and into his hair. “So good.”

He makes sure to take special care of your nipple over your shirt. You’re definitely certain he can feel the hard nub poking through your shirt now that your arousal is climbing. You don’t know how much time has passed before you feel another presence behind you. This time, you reel in having Yeosang’s lips on your neck while his hands are firmly on your hips. He holds you in place against him, feeling how hard he is through his tight leather pants. Something leaning more towards a whimper comes out, causing Yeosang to chuckle at you.

“Now who's the eager one?” The blond man mutters, pushing himself against your ass to get another response from you.

“Didn’t think you’d want this so bad.” The kisser pulls away for a moment to focus both hands on both of your breasts, watching your eyebrows scrunch up and mouth become agape.

“I didn’t know you two even thought about this.” You try to retort back, but you know better than to fight two versus one. Your head is spinning with multiple pleasure points.

“Sorry, we shouldn’t have kept you waiting for so long.” Yeosang slips one of his hands down your front, underneath your skirt. He cups your pussy and loves the way you inadvertently push back against him. “Our deepest apologies.”

You blink a few times to come to your senses so you don’t blast off to cloud nine then and there. With a huff, you glance at your new lover before making eye contact with the birthday boy. “Keep this up and I might just forgive you.”

Jeongin laughs before capturing your lips in his. This kiss is harsher and more needy, tugging at your bottom lip before he releases again. “We won’t keep you waiting any longer.”

While I.N’s hands are skillfully rolling over your nipples, Yeosang’s fingers rub between your folds, palm brushing across your clit with every stroke. It’s hard not to basically pant against I.N’s lips when you have two sets of hands working up all of your nerves. Soon enough, it’s also two pairs of lips at different pleasure points. Yeosang is focused on your neck while I.N travels down to your collarbone. Their approaches are much different. Yeosang is looking to please, making sure to take his time in sucking on your skin so you can feel him. Jeongin is aiming to elicit a reaction from you, nipping and teasing every which way to get you to squirm. Both are hoping to mark what’s theirs.

With their bombardment, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep yourself upright even with holding onto both of them. Yeosang’s fingers between your legs seem to be also holding you up as his fingers push harsher on your nub, causing you to jolt upwards and consequently pushing your tits into Jeongin’s face. “You’re going to make me cu-um before you even see me undressed, y-you know that?”

“Oh, we can’t have that, can we, Jeongin?” The Ateez member slows down his fingers, eyes shooting up to his counterpart. He can see through hooded eyes that the younger isn’t ready to start slowing down at all.

“Not yet, it’s still much too early in the night.” He comes up from your collarbone and grabs your chin with his hand, pulling your head back towards him to look you in your eyes. He can see just how much you were enjoying their attack. “Wouldn’t you agree, doll?”

You blink away your haziness, trying to come back to your senses. It doesn’t help that the lust you feel is the same lust you see in his eyes. You nod your head. “I’d also prefer to cum on my bed instead of on the floor.”

Both men chuckle at your witty remark. They partially pull away from you but still hold onto you as you lead them to your bedroom. It was nothing extravagant but it was at least clean and the bed was made. You sit them on your bed and decide to give them a little show since they will be taking care of you tonight. First to go will be your top with no bra underneath, so you let your tits fall free. Jeongin’s mouth opens slightly upon actually seeing you bare whereas Yeosang’s jaw clenches in an attempt to restrain himself. With a light smirk, the zipper of your skirt comes undone with a small tug of your fingers and falls to the floor. The only undergarment you had was a black thong that is now rightfully stained by your own arousal. Their reactions seem frozen, taking in all of you that you let them see. “You were right, black is my favorite color after all.”

The youngest’s ears go bright red, feeling like he’s stumbled upon something so brilliant but isn’t for his eyes. The older takes a moment to look at you before his eyes start darting around the room, landing on everything except you as he feels the strain in his pants become unbearable. Seems like the reality of the situation sets in for the men, now sitting in front of you while you present yourselves to them.

“Finally sobering up?” You giggle at their reactions, hooking your fingers into the strings of your thong. “Because I’m still dead serious if you two are.”

“You are?” Yeosang looks at your face, some of his blond hair now falling into his eyes as he takes in your tone.

“You really don’t have to, i-if you don’t want to, you know.” I.N doubles down on it, hands anxiously messing with the comforter beneath him.

“I mean,” You start, pulling down your underwear slightly. “I would like to see if I could make you cum at the same time. And like I told Yeosang, if you need me to sign an NDA I will. In the morning, though, because I don’t know how fucked out I’ll be once we are done.”

That seems to break Jeongin out of his shyness again, feeling more confident in himself than before. He looks at Yeosang with a smirk. “Who are we to deny our little doll a new experience?”

The muscular dancer looks at you and you can see the way the confidence darkens his eyes. “I suppose it’s only right if they are willing to give themselves to us like this.”

With a slight shimmy of your hips, you pull down your underwear the rest of the way before resting your hands on your hips. “Now, should we let the birthday boy choose what hole he wants? As a little gift?”

His eyes light up like a kid in a candy store with the option you presented him. You can see that he’s getting excited at the prospect of using you how he wants. “I want to feel your pussy, so badly.”

“Then happy birthday.” You wink at him, then look sweetly at Yeosang. “Would you prefer oral or anal?”

“Have you ever done anal before?”

“I have a butt plug so it’s not too foreign.”

“You have what?”

“Really?”

“I asked if you’d like to find out.” You shrug lightly, crossing your arms to bolster your breasts. “I’ve taken anal a couple of times, or I can take about six inches in my mouth without gagging. Your choice.”

“Fuck, you get hotter the more we find out about you.” His chest heaves with your suggestions and takes a moment to think through what would be best for him. Seeing the little pout on your lips makes him think about what they’d feel like around him. “Oral, if you’re up for it.”

You giggle at his remark, wiggling your hips slightly as you feel the alcohol exiting your system. Instead of the complicitness the alcohol presets, you start to feel the anticipation in wondering how big Yeosang could be. “There’s a lot to find out about me.”

“What else do we not know about you?” Jeongin asks, positioning himself differently thanks to the strain of his cock in his pants.

“Well, I assume you mean sexually and not as in ‘what’s your favorite animal’,” You walk up to I.N, gently grab the back of the collar of his shirt and pull it over his head. You discard the shirt and let your hands run over his bare shoulders; he shivers at your light touch while his eyes flutter to stare at yours. “But a fun one is I don’t mind experimenting. I’m down to try most things. So if we have fun tonight, maybe we can try other things in the future?”

“If we have fun?” The blond has a playful tone to him. He pops the buttons on his pants watching you caress his friend. “I’m certain the two of us will, so we will be aiming to make sure you will.”

“That’s good to hear. But I’m not letting you spit roast me tonight.” You smirk, seeing the confusion on both of their faces. “I’m not letting the first time I have a threesome be with a cliche sex position that’ll leave my knees sore. I have a better idea than that.”

“Then by all means,” I.N smirks, grabbing ahold of your hips to pull you closer. “Lead the way, doll.”

“Wonderful,” You peck his lips while your hands tangle into his hair. “Yeosang, would you be a dear and strip for me please?” You tilt your head slightly to see him turn bashful at your request. “I need to make sure Innie here is ready to stuff his cock in me while I blow you.”

“F-Fuck okay.” He likes the sound of your voice, all sultry while asking him politely. He immediately gets off the bed to strip, all while watching what you do to the other man.

“Good, now,” You turn your attention back to I.N who is also more than ready to listen to you. “I can’t have you pounding into me while I take as much Sangie in my mouth as I can.” You give him languish kisses to draw out his eagerness. Your hand palms against his crotch, seeing just how hard he is currently. He lets out a cute whimper when you do. “I’ve got to pleasure you both. So work on long, deep strokes, okay?”

“Whatever you say, you’re the boss here.” His voice is deep as he returns another kiss to you. He stands up as he kisses you, going to remove his pants in the process.

“If we are being technical here, you’re the boss.” You chuckle, watching his chest follow you in the sentiment. You help push down his pants and underwear as well. You take a second to see what you’re working with. You’re definitely not disappointed and are excited for what your future position will give you in terms of pleasure. Your hand takes his dick and slowly pumps him. His moan is low, but that combined with the slight twitch you receive tells that he is ready. “But I appreciate the sentiment.”

You turn to see if Yeosang has stripped and you are more than pleasantly surprised. He is stripped, but also definitely shy now being naked in front of not one, but two people. His ears are red and he’s staring at the clothes on the floor. You smile and give Jeongin one more kiss before turning your full attention to Yeosang. You instruct the younger man, “Condoms are underneath the bed in a box on the right side. Grab one and wait for me. I want to give Sangie a little more attention before we start.”

Yeosang gives you a half smile, easily melting into your touch when you approach him and hold your arms around his neck. His hands find themselves on the small of your back. “Kinky and considerate?”

“Like you said, we all gotta be having fun.” With your hand on his jaw, you bring his face closer while you repeat the act to him. Yeosang kisses you for real the first time that night, and you wish you would’ve let him sooner. Sure, his lips on your neck were nice, but to feel his lips on yours was better. He was precise in what he did, no matter how much he started to unravel underneath you. His hands immediately went for your ass to pull you to him so you can feel how hard he was. You moan into him, feeling how hot and bothered he was and involuntarily grind against him.

“If this is as close to your cunt I’ll be tonight, then I’m going to take it.” He breathes out while grinding back against you.

“There’s always next time.” You smirk, kissing him again. You let your teeth graze his bottom lip this time. By him gripping your ass tightly, you know that was the right move. “If you want a next time.”

“I already want a next time.”

“Then let’s get on with this time, yeah?” With a nod of his head, you instruct him. “On your back, on the bed. Half way up.”

He listens and crawls onto your bed, watching as you start to follow him. He props himself on his elbows, watching as you bend the top half of your body forward into the bed.

You lean forward enough to be face level with his cock. His tip is already a pretty pink color and he’s girthier than Jeongin, but probably just as long. You peer over your shoulder to I.N, watching him watch you two with his dick in hand. “Don’t be shy now, come and take me.”

You don’t have to tell him twice as he comes behind you, watching you spread your legs for him. He holds your hip with one hand while starting to line himself with your slick entrance. His tip prods your entrance before slowly sliding in with only a little resistance. He lets out the breath he was holding as he starts to push his way into you. It’s going to be a snug fit, but it won’t take long until your body is used to him.

You release a short moan at his cock finally entering you before you place your lips over Yeosang, letting your moan stimulate his tip. His hand is immediately in your hair and you feel the grip he has. He’s not forcing you down on him, not yet anyway. You go down on him to see just how much of him you can actually take. As I.N bottoms out into you, dick thick and stretching you in the most delicious ways, Yeosang hits the back of your throat before you’re able to brush your nose against his pelvis. The three of you moaning in unison tells that your anticipation is well worth it. You just hope that your neighbors can’t hear the three of you now because there’s no telling how loud you all will get.

“Fuck, this is better than I thought it would be.” The birthday boy slowly pulls out while you move up on his friend’s dick. “You feel so good, doll.”

“Their mouth feels just as good.” He breathes out heavily as you push back down on him, making sure to make eye contact with him the whole time. As you continue to slowly suck him, he throws his head back when he feels himself hit the back of your throat. “Shit, so good.”

You try to time your bobbing to Jeongin’s thrusts. He’s listening to you in taking it slow and deep, for now. With your hands on Yeosang’s hips and Jeongin’s hands on yours, you form a deep moving train. You’re not going to lie, it’s hard to focus on one or the other with how full you feel. There’s no need to move your hips backwards into Jeongin as he’s kindly doing that for you with every stroke. And soon, Yeosang starts to guide you on him. He lets you keep the speed but he wants to see just how far you can take him, and you let him. The amount of arousal from your pussy and their cocks, combined with your spit, everything easily becomes a mess.

I.N watches as your ass presses into his hips with every thrust and how slick his dick is every time he pulls out. He smirks at the sight, then looks up to drink in the rest of you. He watches as your head goes up and down on Yeosang, reveling in the pleasure of you giving as well as receiving. The voyeur in him raves watching the two of you enjoy yourselves, and he gets an idea of how to aid with it. With his shit eating grin, he starts to roll his hips into you which brings another moan to your lips, and therefore another groan from Yeosang. “How do they look when I do that, Yeo? Do they seem to like it?”

He lifts his head from the bed to see your eyebrows knitted together, struggling to look at him. The sweat is forming on your forehead, causing your hair to stick together. A light chuckle escapes his lips as he drinks up your face. He glances up to his partner, seeing how proud he is of his accomplishment. “If that moan couldn’t tell you, their face definitely can.”

“Since I can’t see their face,” He pushes into you again with his full weight to press your hips fully against the bed. A higher pitched moan is muffled by Yeosang’s member but it gets the point across. “I’ll just need to keep hearing them.”

You remove your mouth from Yeosang, letting yourself actually get a decent breath in before I.N take this as his one opportunity to smack his hips into yours and get the reaction he wanted. You nails accidentally dig into Yeosang but he doesn’t seem to mind apart from the tighter grip to your hair. “Fuck, Jeongin! Ca-an’t focus when you do that.”

“There’s no need to focus, doll.” Yeosang grabs your chin in his hand, making you look at him. You can see just how much he’s enjoying this too with his temples and chest glistening from his sweat and his eyes hazy and lidded. “Just let me guide you and you can focus on yourself.”

With a smugness of your own, you ready yourself by giving him a long lick on the underside of his dick. He swallows deeply at your action before you say, “I’ve got to have my own fun.”

“Your own fu- shit, oh fuck me!” He almost regrets teasing you like that as you take him fully and quickly. He has to bite his lips and still his hips. He tries so hard not to thrust up into your mouth as you swallow him down like a champion. Your warm mouth is already starting to make him dribble pre-cum against your lips, so he can only imagine what your pussy would do. It almost makes him whimper at the thought. He tries to take matters into his own hands by eliciting the help from the other partner. “I think they want you to go faster, In-ah.”

“Oh do they?” When he does speed up, your drawn out moan lets him know he’s at a good pace and rhythm. A smirk comes to his face when he hears the break in your moan every time your hips meet his. He can see Yeosang starting to take control of your head movements now too. He feels pride in seeing you relinquish your pleasure to the two of them fully. “I guess you were right.”

Being in this position, it’s hard to not fall into their trap of letting them use you how they want. After all, once you give them rights to do what they wish, both of them start moaning like crazy. Yeosang has more of a gritty grunt that threatens into growling territory. You can only describe it as borderline animalistic. The only thing that keeps him from crossing that line is when you pay special attention to his tip when he brings you back up and there’s a short moment where the pitch increases towards a whine. That combined with his curses really creates a dominating sound.

Jeongin draws out his moans. They’re breathy and they’re loud, as if he’s trying to create a symphony with them. They’re pretty, that’s for sure, and he’s making sure you hear just how good you feel around him. When you squeeze your walls around him, that’s where you get the swears and praises that almost aren’t real words. He practically cuts himself off with more moans. You are going to be very surprised if he doesn’t give you a noise complaint in the morning from your landlord. Then again, all three of you can be at fault because you aren’t necessarily quiet either.

Though your sounds are muffled by a cock most of the time, there are moments where you pop off to breathe and one or two or three escape your lips. But you can’t really help it. Even when you jump right back onto the dancer, you aren’t fully quiet which causes Yeosang to moan out and the cycle continues.

“Fuck, I-I’m going to cum, shit.” Yeosang tells you two, his hips stuttering on the bed. He can barely contain himself as you hollow out your cheeks to get as much friction as possible. He had been leaking precum for a while, but didn’t want the night to end so soon.

“Me too, you feel too good, doll.” Jeongin smiles, his chest heaving and sweaty. “Maybe next time we can switch roles?”

“That would be fun, that way you can feel my cock stretch you out, huh?”

“And I don’t mind if you’re rougher.”

You look up at Yeosang, out of breath and ready to hear what he sounds like when he orgasms. Moving off of him for a second so you can prepare yourself, you let your hand stroke him before you say, “Get prepared to cum, Sangie. I’m not a spitter.”

Your mouth was latched to him like a leech, unwavering in sucking him dry. He felt what he can only akin to electricity jolting through him and pushing his hips up into your mouth. You start to lightly squeeze his balls, then roll them between your thumb and fingers to try and give him as much pleasure as possible. He threw his head back into the mattress, unable to focus on anything besides your mouth. When your tongue started to swirl around his tip, he knew he was a goner. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, ah fuck!” That was his mantra as he felt his orgasm bubble up and over and spill into your mouth. Once he started cumming, he looked at you to see your reaction and he swore he started cumming more as your hazy and fucked out eyes bore into his. He was definitely pumping so much of his cum into your mouth, he didn’t know if you could hold all of it. But sure enough once you knew he was done, you slid off of him while remaining eye contact and swallowed his whole load. You showed your sticky translucent white tongue to him as proof. “Holy fuck.”

You turned your head to Jeongin, who had slowed his pace so you can focus on the task at hand, and commanded, “Fuck me, Innie, hard.”

“With pleasure.” Once you turned your head back, he wasted no time in slamming into you to get him to his own prolonged orgasm. He could’ve sworn you were some kind of sex deity as you knew what buttons to press for Yeosang, and now him. Your ass bounced back to him with a loud slap every time and now that you weren’t gagged, he could hear just how loud you could be. When he would roll his hips into yours, you made sure you had a grip on his dick that made the friction so much more intense. This drove him crazy as he felt the burn of his own orgasm impending. He was getting sloppy with his thrusts which wasn’t hard given how much of your arousal had coated him at his point. You hadn’t even cum yet and you were so wet, it made his head spin. Soon, his moans reached the highest pitch of that night as he finally came inside the condom. His hips slowed down but still pushed you further into the bed. He heard your moans start to falter too, so he took matters into his own hands as his seed kept spilling. He reached between your hips and the bed, not allowing you to ride the edge of the mattress and instead rubbing your clit. “It’s your turn, doll.”

“Fuck me, ah!” You squealed, your body involuntarily contracting itself. Feeling so full with I.N inside you, his fingers roughly circling your clit, you couldn’t help but hold onto Yeosang’s thighs for dear life as you felt the burn of your orgasm approach to your core. While getting fucked in two holes, your orgasm was always two steps away and now its knocking on your door. You feel the coil release and the flood of your orgasm washes over you. You string out some more curses and moans and your body convulses with the power of your orgasm. Once Jeongin starts slowing down and starts milking your cum out of you, you can’t help but hum as your body takes a while to descend from your high.

The air around your three is hot and heavy from your cum, sweat, and panting. Trying to blink away the haze, Jeongin realizes he’s still inside of you. He gently pulls out of you and gently rubs your shoulders when you groan in protest. Yeosang gently scratches your scalp as the other man goes to find your bathroom to throw the condom away in. He watches you regain your breath and look up at him. He notices that while your eyes are still glazed, the lust and excitement is gone and is replaced by what he believes is fondness and content. “You doing okay?”

You nod lightly, starting to prop yourself up on your elbows. “I didn’t realize you two would have it in you.”

His chuckle is back to being bashful, the same chuckle that you adore. “We are full of surprises.”

“I can see that.” You wipe off your chin, covered in cum and drool at this point and look at the time on the clock. “Damn, didn’t realize it had gotten that late.” You hear footsteps enter your bedroom and see the birthday boy come back in, then watch him open your dresser drawer. “You know, usually, men take the panties that their lover wore as a trophy, not the one from their drawer.”

“I’m trying to be nice here.” He grows flustered at your comment, handing you a comfortable pair of underwear while grabbing his and Yeosang’s from off of the floor to put back on.

“I’m just teasing you.” You smile at him, grateful that he’s kind enough to think of you first in that way. You’re glad he can go back to the same, shy boy that you grew to form some kind of a relationship with.

“We can help you wash the sheets and everything tomorrow if you’d like.” Yeosang offered, pulling his briefs back up.

“If you don’t mind that we stay the night.” Jeongin sits at the edge of the bed, anticipating your answer.

“We’ll shower first and then wash the sheets in the morning.” You smile at them, watching their faces turn softer. “After breakfast.”

“I’ll help make it, Wooyoung has taught me some things.”

“But we can sleep in a little, right?”

You laugh and pull back the covers, ushering the boys to come join you. “Yes, but we have to go to sleep first. I’m fucking exhausted.”

Both of the boys smile and climb in on either side of you, nestling themselves into your sides for post-sex cuddles. While you are content sleeping on your back, eyes easily drooping closed from the events of tonight, the boys choose their positions with I.N resting his face in the crook of  your neck and Yeosang’s head on your chest. Yeosang takes a look at your face, watching you fall asleep easily, then looks up at Jeongin. Their eyes meet, and suddenly there’s a wave of fulfillment that the two share. That feeling lulls them to sleep, holding onto you dearly.

In the morning, you’re awoken to the light coming in between your blackout curtains. With a groan, you stretch lightly and open your eyes to see that Jeongin is on his back, already awake and scrolling on his phone. You smile lightly and reach up to grab his bicep before whispering, “Good morning.”

His head turns to you with his big toothy grin, his free hand reaching up to run his fingers through your hair. “Good morning, how do you feel?”

“Pretty good, I haven’t moved much to test how sore I am.” You do try to move a little but are stopped by Yeosang who has a strong grip on your waist. He stirs a little at your movement, but not enough to wake up. “How do you feel? After last night?”

“Honestly, it was probably the best birthday gift I could have received.” He looks at you genuinely, his chocolate eyes warm when meeting yours. “I never thought I would ever have the courage to do it.”

“Thankfully we were all in agreement of what we wanted.” You rub your eyes lightly, trying to rub the sleep from them. “It was a good time, for sure.”

“Well, good,” He smiles lightly before his smile turns into a yawn. “I would’ve slept longer, but your phone buzzing woke me up.”

“Can you hand it to me?” You ask, then watch him grab your phone from the nightstand. “Hopefully it’s not the company asking me to come in.” You unlock your phone to see a few notifications, one of which is from Jeongin himself. You click on your messages and see he sent you a text that just said “Non_Disclosure_Agreement lol”. You hit his chest lightly and say, “You fucking prick.”

He laughs at you, knowing that would think it’s funny. “You said you would sign an NDA.”

“Do I have to make them sign an NDA too?” Yeosang rouses from his sleep, only having caught part of the context in his half asleep state.

“Unless we want to continue this little arrangement?” You ask them, wondering if last night was just a one time thing or if they want more. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”

“I think Yeosang and I make a pretty good team.” The youngest looks at the other idol, a small smile on his face.

Yeosang buries his face in your neck, looking over at his partner in crime. “I can agree to that. I think we should do this again. Soon.”

“Soon, huh?” You chuckle, running your hands through both of their hair soothingly. “I guess we will have to see about that.”

“But I think we need to ask some more questions first.”

“Like what?”

“Like what’s your favorite animal?”

You can’t help but smile at them both, relishing in the way they’re both looking at you. Maybe this might become more than just an NDA situationship.

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[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/18/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast&Crew; Samba; Leslie Jones; Taika; Rachel House; Rhys; Kristian; New Weekly Event Calendar; YouWear50Well; Ranker; AdoptOurCrew Rhys Radness; Fan Spotlight; Fundraiser Status; Kudoboard; Watch Parties; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

Hey friends! Thank you for the kind words about my head injury! So far so good, not dead yet-- although I am a bit out of it so I apologize if i'm not totally articulate! I appreciate you all reaching out and sending love <3 You are the best crew ever!

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

== Samba More BTS ==

Samba gave us a whole bunch more BTS today! This time regarding the Spanish Jackiez Set! (I ran out of room for images on this so please visit the stills links for the pile of pics Samba dropped.)

Stills #1: Spanish Jackiez Stills

Stills #2: More Spanish Jackiez Stills

Video #1: Matthew confirming stuff

Video #2: "Hey Hey, Just mee and my big swords here" - Erroll

Video #3: "Are you a husband Kristian?"

Video #4: Flaming Bananas Practice

Video #5: Flaming Bananas Take

== Leslie Fucking Jones ==

Just, what can I say, this woman is on fire every time I see her. <3

SRC: Leslie Jones IG

== Taika ==

Taika was all over the place today, which is AWESOME! It's so good to see him feeling more comfortable posting on SM again, he also apparently is in some sort of influencer era because he keeps posting product reviews, which is hilarious and awesome.

=Rachel House =

Rachel House directed The Mountain, and Taika helped Produce it, she's out exhibiting the soundtrack that's available now!

Are you currently in Aotearoa (New Zealand)? They've got some screenings of the Mountain and Q & A sessions with Rachel! Visit the @temauunga linktree for more information and availabilities!

= Rhys =

For those of you not already aware-- Rhys is having a cameo on Night Court! As the Duke of Greybog. Available on Peacock!

= Kristian Nairn =

Just Kristian being sweet and continuing to keep us updated

= Gizmo = Poor Gizmo is missing Theo.

== Mar 18 - 24 Event Calendar ==

March 19th: London Billboard Round 2!

== YouWear50Well ==

Early reminder! The 21st is Rhys' Birthday! Since it'll be the 21st for some crew members earlier than others, @yronnia was kind enough to give us information early regarding the 50th birthday news! Please be sure to Post your birthday wishes to Rhys and show him your appreciation! Send your fanart and other creations using #YouWear50Well. Please Note: Please do not tag Rhys repeatedly! He's going to be getting a lot of notifications. Even just having notifications under #YouWear50Well will help keep everything visible :)

== Ranker ==

Wanna help boost Our Flag Means Death? There's another Ranker poll! Remember to rank OFMD up, and other shows down if you want to help keep OFMD up. Obviously vote how you like though :)

== Adopt Our Crew: Rhys Radness ==

So something I didn't cover yesterday was all the Rhys Radness going on over on Twitter! The first round of votes results were:

There are 4 categories: Movies, Commercials, Short Poppies, and Television

Todays options were:

Now one thing you'll notice, is the tv-show category between Stede Bonnet & Charles, and Steve and Murray got a bit out of hand. Most of the rest of the polls ranged in the 200-400 votes-- while those two ranged in the 7-9000K votes. Obviously somebody was having some bot fun. What's interesting is that during the day, once the bots started, they were heavily favoring Charles, and Murray, then the other half of they day they were heavily favoring Stede and Steve! We'll see who wins later tonight!

== Fan Spotlight! ==

Two more cast cards! This time Connor Barrett and Michael Crane! Our two captive Englishmen from Season 1! Thank you @melvisik for keeping these going :D

= MaxFanFaves =

Our dear crewmate @iamadequate1 has been hosting their own #MaxFanFaves on Twitter-- and its down to the final 4!

Coyote Vs Acme / Harley Quinn, and Our Flag Means Death / Gentleman Jack!

== Kudoboards closing soon =

Last chance! Thank you to @sharpenyersword on Twitter for setting up ALL THE KUDOBOARDS! Rhys' birthday kudoboard will close on the 20th, the rest will close on the 22nd.

Go send the cast and crew some love folks!

Rhys Darby's Birthday

David Jenkins

Nathan Foad

Con O'Neill

Ruibo Qian

Leslie F*cking Jones!

Matthew Maher

Vico Ortiz

Samson Kayo

Alex "Ass Tonight" Sherman!

David Fane

Kristian "Wee John Wednesdays" Nairn!

Samba "BTS and Baking King" Schutte!

Fellow OFMD Fan Crew!

== Taika Kudo Board ==

LAST DAY FOR TAIKA!

= Watch Parties =

== Wrecked ==

There are sources being passed around. If access is an issue, DM @iamadequate1 on Twitter or Tumblr

Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd. 

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags: 

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

New watch parties!

Movie: Boy Date: Sunday March 31st at Time: 10am EST / 2pm GMT. We're watching Boy (2010) Hosted By: @tillychmo & @regg_official Location / Hastags: TBA

== Fundraiser Statuses ==

eSIMS and Sanitary Products for Gaza

03/10/24 - $5689 / 191 Supporters / 71 %

03/11/24 - $5814 / 194 Supporters / 72%

03/18/24 - $6558 / 248 Supporters / 81%

Getting close all!

= In Soup Now =

03/10/2024 - £925 / 39 supporters / 18%

03/11/2024 - £1183 / 47 supporters / 23%

03/18/24 - £1833 / 69 supporters (nice) / 36%!

Still going-- 12 days left!

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies. It's that time again. Time for me to gush over you for a bit.

Look at you! Go look at yourself in the mirror. Whether you see dark circles under your eyes, someone you can't recognize, or someone feeling put together --- You're gorgeous inside and out.

You are a tenacious, strong, amazing person, and whether you are where you want to be or not, you are making progress.

You're doing so well, even when it feels like you're not. Progress is so hard to gauge when you're living it-- but I know, because I talk to you all every damn day, that you are getting there. You bring out the best in every one around you, and you do so without even knowing it.

Even when things feel down, just know we can see you growing and you bring so much joy to our lives. I continue every day to be thankful for finding this little corner of the internet, for letting me meet each and every one of you.

Nothing can stop you lovelies-- nothing at all.

You're gonna get there, it just may take some time--

Remember to take breaks and get some rest if you can, it always makes things feel more manageable. But whatever you do, don't give up <3

We're here and we believe in you.

Love you crew, <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme-- Driving! ... or parking, in Murray's case. And NO this does not indicate who I voted for. Putting Murray vs Steve was cruel to be honest, how am I supposed to choose between those two!? Darby Gif Courtesy of: @ofmooshd This terrible Taika gif is courtesy of me, cause I was gonna put it in his sighting section then realized I could just put it here.

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[upon-a-starry-night]

Number Neighbors Pt.6

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist       Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little

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Y/n🍦:

SO basically-

I was in my office when we got attacked,

My whole department started freaking out and running around.

Some dumbasses were even taking the elevators-

*You remember the moment so clearly. There were no big sounds or warnings, one second you were working your boring low-end job, and the next the woman in the cubicle next to you is screaming and pointing outside. Hoards of god knows what the fuck those things were began flying out and it’s like the world froze for a moment. A single moment of paralyzed silence.

And then all hell broke loose.

Some coworkers began hurriedly grabbing their bags, others just booked it straight to the nearest exit. You were on the fourth floor of the building. 

You were impressed with how fast this new group of enhanced individuals showed up but it was no match for the amount of fucking aliens spewing out of a goddamn space hole. One of your coworkers roughly grabbed your shoulder and began pulling you with them towards the stairs. You hadn’t even noticed you’d been stuck unmoving in front of the big glass windows until that moment. 

Your body finally caught up with the terror of what was happening and you began running down the crowded stairs as fast as you could- faster than you felt you’d ever run before.

No- the fastest you’d ever run was when the cops crashed the one college party your roommates had convinced you to go to. The smell of beer and vomit was burning your nose the whole time and you were almost relieved when you heard the sirens- only you weren’t too keen on getting arrested. Your 21st birthday was still two months away.

You supposed you would be running faster now if the sea of bodies wasn’t in your way. Frantic business women and men prevented you from going down the stairs more than two at a time. You contemplated just hopping the railing and falling the last two flights but no- if you sprained your ankles you couldn’t run away from the monsters.

That was when the first blast hit.

The whole building rumbled and screams emitted from both inside and out of the building. You knew it wasn’t your building that was hit- but the building next to you was too close to not do some damage. 

You almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the moment. This had to be some kind of crazy dream that was a result of those new melatonin gummies you were taking.

But when some random panicked escapee ran pasted you just a little too fast and you banged your head into the wall you knew it wasn’t a dream.

Shit, you probably had a concussion was the only thing you could think as you glared at the back of the fleeing man. If you ever got out of this apocalyptic ass shit you would get revenge on that random white guy in a black suit. Yeah fuck you were never gonna find out who that guy was. If you even made it out of here.

You shook the thought out of your head, a bad idea considering you were already dizzy and disoriented. 

Finally, though, you made it outside, and fuck if it wasn’t worse than it was when you last saw it upstairs.

Fire smoke was sprouting from nearly every building, car alarms and building alarms were blaring so loud you had to cover your ears. God the apocalypse was so not as aesthetic as all the tv shows made it look.

You watched as people screamed and ran in all directions, watched explosions erupt in the sky and an iron man zip past alien ships, and shit was that fucking Thunder!?

Rubble from an explosion nearby flew down towards you and you covered your head. God was this how you were going to die? You stared down at your hands, clean- if not a little calloused from working. Your gaze drifted towards the ground- the granite completely split in most places, ash and concrete littering the streets.

Your eyes were unfocused, and a ringing sound had begun to form in your ears, only occasionally disturbed by someone trying and failing to get a call to go through. Of course, there would be no cell service, you hadn’t even thought of that. You heard the sounds of screams get almost impossibly louder and when you lifted your head you knew why. For whatever beautiful reason, the universe decided a giant ass space worm was exactly what needed to come out of that portal right now. Everybody say “Thank You Universe!”

Your feet were running before your brain could tell them to. Your car, your mind screamed. You’ve got to get to your car.

You made it to your car, luckily still intact, and thank fuck you had your keys in your back pocket because if you didn’t you might have started crying. You touched your hand to your face.

 Oh. 

You already were.

You didn’t have time to dwell on it. You hopped into your car and began fumbling with the keys. Who made it so impossible to put your keys in the ignition when you were panicked and concussed?

It didn’t matter though, because two seconds later a giant ass alien landed directly on your hood. The damage looked deep enough to have crushed your engine. You briefly wondered if your insurance covered alien attacks.

Ugly rat alien decided to stab a spear through your windshield directly into your passenger seat and wow was that a threat or did these aliens have the aim of stormtroopers?

You were already beginning to process your death when five rounds of shots rang out and the beast on top of your car fell flat. Frankly, it was disgusting, and now its weird slimy pigskin body was closer to you than ever.You opened your car door coughing and that’s when you saw her. She glanced at the alien to ensure its death and then began surveying the nearby area, a few people paying her no mind and running right past her.

Good choice, you thought. She looked deadly. Deadly in the most gorgeous way that a woman could look deadly. The kind of look that made you want to become a supervillain just so she could glare at you and point a gun at your head.

It was completely unfair how good she looked considering the circumstances, and not only was she running on the battlefield she seemed to be taking part in it as well. 

Your moment of love at first save was quickly broken, however, as the woman presses a finger to her ear and mumbles a few words before running in the other direction. 

Your thoughts of her are interrupted by chunks of debris falling onto your car, you quickly jumped out of the way but- yeah there was no way insurance was covering that damage.*

You tastefully left out a few of those last thoughts when texting this story to Nat, she didn’t need to think you were a complete weirdo. Only a little one. 

                   Nat🔪:

Y/n🍦:

Yeah so I was close to death

on multiple accounts that night

#almostdiedthreetimes

You watched as the chat bubbles appeared and disappeared numerous times. You remember rendering your therapist speechless when you first told her as well. Although now they had an influx in patients and you were sure even the therapists were seeing therapists at this point. Therapist-seption.

Nat🔪:

So when you said you met an Avenger…

You rolled your eyes. Of course, someone who wears gray to bed would be analytical of your word choices.

Y/n🍦: 

Hey I was one of the first people to ever see

The famous Black Widow in action!

#Ilikedherbeforeitwascool

Nat🔪:

Alright enough with the hashtags.

And they were called the Chitauri 

By the way

Y/n🍦:

Chitauri- Rat alien

Battle of New York- Most traumatizing 

night of my life, literal hell on earth oh my god

Tomato- TomAto

Call ‘em what you want Nat.

You think the specifics matter in that situation?

Cause I sure as hell wasn’t thinking about

Being speciesist while I was running for my life🤠

Nat🔪:

Solid point.

So did insurance ever cover your car?

Y/n🍦:

Fuck no Nat.

This is corporate America

I got a copy-pasted apology email and a very

small amount of compensation money from

The state.

We Love America😍 🦅🇱🇷

Nat🔪:

That’s not an American flag…

Y/n🍦:

Fuck.

Pt7

Just so ya know this- 🇺🇸 is the American flag and this- 🇱🇷 is the Liberian flag!

Anyway, did we enjoy the trauma I wrote? ~Starry

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[knullanon]

How would yanderes Batboys (Romantic and separate) react to someone kissing reader's hand? I'd love to see this go down

I think ya'll really like the batfam stuff I write lol. anyways, here it is!

warnings: possesiveness, lmk if I missed any!

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Dick Grayson/Nightwing

It happened at a gala. He had brought you with him because he liked having you around, especially to show off to others. But what he wasn't expecting was someone to actually kiss your hand.

His mind goes blank for a moment, but his anger returns once he's out of his trance. He doesn't do much, just walks up to you and drags you away, briefly giving the guy the best death glare he can muster. Afterward, he sits at the table and waits for the guy to leave before he gets back up again.

He's pretty pissed. He stays by you for the rest of the gala, and it doesn't leave his mind for a few days, but after a while he semi forgets about it. However, any time you both go to a gala or something similar, he is very protective and hovers close by, glued to your side.

Jason Todd/Red Hood

This was his first gala after he came back to the family. He was originally not going to go, but Bruce somehow convinced you to go, and you were too adorable eto say no to, which is how he ended up here, watching as some asshat try to woo you over.

He doesn't get too physical, but he does step in between you and the guy, asking him if he needed somehting. The man backs off because Jason is 6' and huge in comparison, and he really doesn't want to start a fight with a man who could sock him within 2 seconds.

Jason just becomes very grumpy after this. His mood, night and time at the gala is ruined, and no matter what you do, he won't stop mumbling. However, after the gala, he does become more happy, and by the end of the night, after trying to cheer him up, he eventually stops and tries to become more happier. He is glad, though, that he doesn't see the little shrimp anymore.

Tim Drake/Red Robin

Again, also probably happened at a gala. If not, I would guess a party at the Wayne Manor. He jus tbrings oyu around because he worries about what you'll do when your alone, but seeing someone kiss your hand makes him regret even bringing you.

He doesn't have any shock time, he just walks up, takes your hand, and walks away. He won't let you say any bye's either, he's gonna walk out and go home with you. Ends up with you two cuddling in his fancy apartment.

Afterward, he wouldn't even bring you to anymore galas. Partys, yeah he probably still would just because it's his home, he knows what's going down, and he almost always knows where you are at all times. But galas? He won't even think about it, he might even make you sick or try to convince your mind otherwise so he won't have to bring you. Of course, if it does come to that he'll stay right by your side.

Damian Wayne/Robin (aged up obvi)

It was his 21st birthday. Bruce had hosted a party at the Manor ("Damian, please." "Fine."), and had invited most of their super friends, however, he had also invited some different important people from his buisness. Unfortunatly, one of those people was more old fashioned than the rest, and had kissed your hand as a sign of respect.

Damian did not like that. He did not like that all. None of them caused much of a commontion about it, but for Damian, he had the guest be kicked out. Unpromptly. When someone asked him about it, he said he had made lewd remarks and gesteres towards different people, which later on, ruined the mans reputation.

Damian does not play with people who touch you. Even if its just platonically, or respectfully. He starts asking you to be more firm with your boundries, and while you take it in a "aw, my boyfriend is so caring", he's in the mindset of "if anyone touches them again, I have to kill them".

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[pandenewie]

15 - The Worst Fuckboy To Ever Exist

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It’s not the first time Y/n has walked into a party looking for Jay - although this time, the reasoning is a lot less different. The last time they were at one of these parties, the entire reason for their presence was to talk to Jay. This time, however, they’re more just here to have fun. Despite hanging out with the guys purely to get more information on this whole cheating thing - Y/n can’t lie and say that they’re not enjoying getting to know Jake and Sunghoon. They suppose Jay is cool, too.

Speaking of Jay, their eyes quickly land on him as he sits on one of the couches, a can of beer in his hand as he watches his friends in amusement. The two are currently in the middle of an intense Just Dance battle to some 2000s pop song Y/n can’t quite remember. 

Keeho and Yunjin are already there but Y/n’s work schedule caused them to show up later than planned. The two sit on another couch in the living room, also watching Jake and Sunghoon. Just as they’re about to call out to their friends, the feeling of someone’s hand on their shoulder causes Y/n to jump.

“Geez, it’s just me.”

They turn around to see Heeseung standing there, a beer can held snugly in his hand. “Well, next time give me a warning or something. I thought you were some creep trying to feel me up.” Y/n snides. “On your shoulder? How scandalous.” He rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his drink.

“Have you talked to the birthday boy yet?” Heeseung asks, nodding his head in the direction of his friend. “Uh, he’s been a little… preoccupied since I got here.” Y/n laughs, turning back to their cousin. “How bad is he?” Heeseung chuckles at the question. “He started drinking at 9 this morning. His goal is to have 21 shots before his birthday is over. I think he’s on number 19. Maybe 18? I don’t know, we haven’t really been keeping count.” Heeseung shrugs, laughing at the way Y/n looks at him with wide eyes. “21 shots? What was his birthday wish? To die of alcohol poisoning?” They turn back to the birthday boy, who has somehow managed to find the macarena on Just Dance. “Something like that.” Heeseung mumbles, grabbing Y/n’s arm and dragging them towards the group.

“Y/ns’s here.” Heeseung states, casually. This causes the group to turn their attention towards the two, Yunjin excitedly getting up to pull Y/n into a hug. “Never leave me alone with these idiots again.” She whispers. “What do you mean? Keeho is right there.” Y/n points out, causing Yunjin to look at them with a deadpan expression. “I said what I said.”

“You bitch.” Keeho frowns, gently kicking Yunjin’s ankle from his position on the couch. She turns around to flip him off, her change in attention giving Jay the chance to pull Y/n onto the couch.

They fall onto the fluffy surface with a huff, looking up at Jay confused. “Uh… hi?” They speak, causing him to smile in response. “Hey.” He responds casually. Y/n nods towards Jake, “You having fun babysitting?” Jay chuckles at the question. “I don’t know if fun is the right word… but he’s not dead yet so I’d say I’m succeeding.”

“And he’s taking 21 shots?” Y/n asks, raising an eyebrow at him. He laughs, shaking his head. “The last few have been water and salt - he’s drunk enough to not know the difference.” Y/n looks at him, impressed. “Don’t tell anyone though. I’ve still gotta do it for Sunghoon’s 21st.” He adds, playfully winking. “Well, your secret’s safe with me.” Y/n laughs.

“Are you drinking tonight?” Jay asks, taking note of the lack of drink in Y/n’s hand. “Depends on what there is.” They shrug simply. “How about I go make you something?” Jay offers. Y/n's eyes light up. “Are you telling me I'll get the privilege of drinking one of Jay Park’s infamous cocktails?” They ask, teasingly. “They're not infamous…” He mumbles, blushing slightly at the compliment. Y/n can’t help but laugh at his reaction. “Whatever… any specific flavours you want?” He asks, getting up from the couch. “Surprise me.” Y/n winks. Jay laughs, shaking his head as he enters the kitchen.

He quickly gets to work, rummaging through the multiple alcohol bottles spread across Jake’s kitchen counter. As he begins mixing, Heeseung walks into the room - his eyes lighting up when he sees what Jay is doing. 

“Yo! Are you making cocktails?” Heeseung asks excitedly, throwing his arm around Jay’s shoulder. “It’s for Y/n.” Jay replies with a mumble. He’s completely focused on the drink he’s making, barely paying Heeseung any attention. Heeseung’s eyebrows furrow at his words. “For Y/n? Why? Do they think they’re too cool to drink old RTDs like the rest of us?” Jay shrugs at this. “I said I’d make one for them.”

Heeseung’s mouth drops into an O shape before turning upwards into a smirk.  “Oh, I see. Is this your way of trying to subtly show that you have a crush on them without making it super obvious and potentially scaring them away?” He asks, nudging his friend playfully. Jay turns to him with wide eyes, suddenly paying full attention to the conversation.

Does Heeseung know about his feelings? How? He’s been hiding them so well! At least… he thought he had been…

Heeseung can’t help but break out into obnoxious laughter at the panic on Jay’s face. “Oh come on. Did you really think you were being subtle about your feelings? I know you dude.” His words cause a subtle blush to spread across Jay’s cheeks. “Plus it’s been how many months since you and Kimmy broke up? We all knew you were gonna start crushing on someone soon. You’re like, the worst fuckboy ever.” Heeseung smiles. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult…” Jay mumbles, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Wait… so, you’re cool with it?” Jay asks. “What do you mean?” Heeseung furrows his brows, reaching forward to pour himself another drink. “I mean… Y/n’s your little cousin.” Jay trails off, causing Heeseung to snicker. “And? I’d rather you date them than Jake or some shit.” Jay nods, laughing slightly. “I guess you’re right.”

“Heeseung! Come quick! Sunghoon hacked into the playlist and is only playing Baby Shark!”

Heeseung’s head whips towards the sound of the voice, eyes wide “Oh shit. Nice chat bro. Good luck.” He mumbles, chugging back his drink before patting Jay on the back and running out of the room. Jay laughs as he finishes making Y/n’s drink before walking back into the lounge.

“Order up.” He smiles, handing Y/n the cup. “It’s about time! I was about to steal some of Sunghoon’s devil drink.” Y/n laughs, quickly taking a sip. “Yeah, I wouldn’t drink anything Sunghoon made. I think there’s enough alcohol in there for it to be considered poisonous.” He jokes, his face falling when Y/n turns to him with wide eyes. “What’s wrong? Does it taste bad? I can go get you something else!” He says quickly, almost jumping out of his seat to run back to the kitchen. Y/n stops him, placing their hand on his arm. “Jay, it’s good. It’s really fucking good.” They smile, causing him to sigh with relief. “Never scare me like that again.” He groans, sitting back down on the couch.

“I’m serious, this is amazing. How did you learn to make this?” Y/n asks, intrigued. “Uh… I watched some tutorials here and then. I was getting pretty sick of just drinking beers and taking shots so I figured I’d learn to make stuff that gets you drunk and tastes good.” He shrugs. “Are you planning on getting me drunk?” Y/n asks, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He laughs nervously at their question. “Yours only has a normal amount of alcohol, I promise.” He smiles.

“Where did the others go by the way?” Jay asks, looking around the room. “Sunghoon was sick of listening to Drake so he stole the phone and locked himself in the bathroom, Heeseung and Yunjin are trying to bribe him to come out, Jake probably went to throw up so Keeho is with him and I don’t give a shit about anyone else at this party.” Y/n smiles. “Damn, so it’s just us two then?” He asks. “For now.” Y/n shrugs, taking another sip of their drink. “I did say you were more than welcome to hang out in the corner with me.” Y/n laughs. “I guess I’ve taken you up on that offer.” He chuckles back.

“Y/n! We need backup!” Yunjin calls, her voice somehow booming over the loud music. “I thought you were backup?” Y/n calls back loudly, getting up with a groan. They hand Jay their cup, mumbling something about coming back before walking to another room in the house. Jay smiles, placing a protective hand over the opening of Y/n’s drink.

A few minutes later, Y/n walks back into the lounge and flops back onto the couch with a sigh. “Sunghoon is one stubborn motherfucker.” They sigh, taking their drink back and chugging what’s left of it. “I can tell, he’s played Baby Shark 6 or 7 times by now.” Jay laughs, watching in slight shock as Y/n finishes their drink. “Is there any way you can get me another one of these?” Y/n asks, holding their cup out to him. “You want me to teach you how to make it?” He asks, causing Y/n’s eyes to light up. They nod their head enthusiastically, practically jumping from the couch and dragging Jay towards the kitchen. Jay looks down at their intertwined hands, trying to ignore the blush that is most definitely spreading across his cheeks. If Y/n points it out, he’ll just say it’s from the alcohol.

“Okay, now pour 2 ounces of vodka.”

“What’s an ounce?”

“The little cup I gave you. Two of those.”

“Can’t I just eyeball it?”

“Sure, if you want it to taste like shit.”

Y/n shrugs, opening the cap of the vodka bottle and pouring a decent amount into the mixer. “Okay, okay, that’s enough of that.” Jay laughs, grabbing the bottle from their hand. “Now all you’ve got to do is shake it well.” Jay says, closing the mixer and handing it to Y/n. Y/n takes the mixer, their fingers gently brushing against Jay’s for a moment before they begin softly shaking it. Jay can’t help the affectionate smile that spreads across his face, shaking his head. “You’ve got to do it a little harder than that.” He laughs, taking the mixer and demonstrating before handing it back to Y/n.

Y/n starts shaking vigorously, their face scrunched up with determination. “That’s it.” Jay encourages, watching fondly as they put their all into mixing the drink. “Wait, Y/n!” He calls too late, watching in shock as the mixer slips out of Y/n’s grip, smashing into the window behind them.

Y/n’s eyes widen in shock as they hear the crashing sound of broken glass. They turn around to see the damage, wincing at the mixer-shaped hole they left in Jake’s kitchen window.

“Don’t move.” Jay instructs sternly, running to get his shoes and a brush and shovel. Once back, he gently lifts Y/n up, placing them on the counter before he begins cleaning up the shards of glass. Y/n watches with a frown, attempting to get up and help a few times, only to be stopped by Jay’s hand being placed firmly on their knee.

After cleaning up all noticeable shards, Jay turns to Y/n with a worried expression etched on his face. “You weren’t cut, were you?” He asks, his eyes falling over their body as he quickly inspects for any signs of injury. “Jay, I’m fine. Meanwhile, Jake’s window is not.” Y/n rolls their eyes, pointing at the broken window. “I don’t care about the window, I care about you.” Jay mumbles absentmindedly, holding Y/n’s wrist as he insects their arm.

Oh.

His eyes widen when he realises what he said, looking up at Y/n in shock. Their expression mirrors his mouth slightly agape as they process his words.

He doesn’t care about the window…

He cares about them.

“Uh… I didn’t mean it like that.” Jay stutters out, although the pink tinge to his face gives him away. “What way did you mean it then?” Y/n asks, looking at him doubtfully. “Um…”

“What the fuck happened to my window?” Jake screams. The two turn to see their entire friend group standing in the doorway. “Wilfred, no!” Jake cries, running towards the broken window as if it were an injured lover. “You name your windows?” Heeseung asks, confused.

“Well, would you look at the time? I’ve got work tomorrow so we should probably head out.” Y/n says, slipping off the counter and stepping past Jay. They look at Yunjin and Keeho with desperate eyes as they leave the kitchen. The two immediately get the message. “Well… tonight’s been… eventful.” Keeho coughs, smiling sheepishly at the rest of the guys. “Yeah, it was great seeing you all. I’ve gotta get these two home…” Yunjin mumbles, grabbing Keeho’s arm and pulling him out of the kitchen - following quickly after Y/n.

“What the hell were you two doing in there?” Yunjin asks in a hushed whisper as the three leave Jake’s house. “Nothing.” Y/n says, defensively. “Oh, sure. Just like how Keeho and Jake were doing nothing in the bathroom.” Yunjin rolls her eyes. “Hey!” Keeho exclaims. “Look, can we just talk about this in the morning? I’m tired.” Y/n mumbles. Yunjin and Keeho look at each other before sighing, silently agreeing to drop the topic.

...

“So what were you and Jake doing in the bathroom?”

“Drop it, Y/n.”

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[nicohischierz]

dress: nico hischier

tani speaks: did i right another nico fic where he’s dating his female teammate? yes because i need a distracting and this was the only thing i could think off

it was natural for you and nico to show up at team events together considering you were roommates. what members of the team missed were the longing stares between the two of you or the way your fingers roamed each other's body.

you'd always try to cover the marks nico left on your body as the two of you enjoyed the night together. none of the guys on the team saw the small number 13 tattooed on your outer wrist, a late-night decision after dinner with your boyfriend.

when the two of you were out in public, there was no indication of your secret romance. nico would always end up in a group with timo, jonas and erik as you joined jack, dawson and now luke.

all six of them were oblivious to the way you and the captain barely contributed to the conversation at hand just to be able to resist going over to one another and ruining everything.

no one knew that you and nico would spend the night in each other's bed on the road or how the two of you would order room service, put on a good movie and call it a date just to avoid getting caught.

it was the night of your 21st birthday. the devils wags had kept you occupied the whole day getting ready for the night's festivities. before the party began, the girls had helped you get dressed in a short silver dress with a plunging neckline.

the moment you had tried the dress on, you knew nico would appreciate it. and you were right. the second nico saw you step out of the elevator.

"y/n," he mumbled the second he was able to get you alone. at that moment you felt as if it was only you and nico up on that roof. the noise of your cheering teammates and their significant others silenced as you relished in your captain's arms.

you and nico lasted two hours before you feigned being too drunk to walk and decided it was time to go home. the second nico stepped into your apartment he already made a move on taking your dress off.

he wasted no time taking you to your shared bedroom to show you just how crazy you made him feel. you told him how you bought the dress with him in mind and that made him go crazier.

over the time you and nico dated you enjoyed the sneaking around and secret touches when no one was looking. the way the two of you would go out with the team and be completely normal but the second you came home you knew you'd have trouble covering the marks the next day.

some of the wags picked up on the subtle hints that something was going on between you and nico. they watched the way nico would whisper something in your ear, causing you to blush. of course, when they asked their significant others they were oblivious to the whole ordeal.

luke was the only one who caught on.

everyone had gone out for a team dinner with the families. you were sat next to nico on one side and luke was sitting opposite the two of you.

the night was filled with wine bottle after wine bottle, but seeing as you, jack and dawson had some drinks prior to coming for dinner you were slightly tipsy.

luke noticed how you would whisper something into nico's ear and giggle as the captain kept a straight face. the young hughes boy didn't miss the way you would place a kiss on nico's neck or shoulder whenever you laid your head on him.

it was also at the dinner that luke noticed the tattoo on your outer wrist. the one so clearly meant for the man sitting next to you.

you spent the night thinking you and nico managed to keep your romance a secret from everyone.

but you were wrong.

everyone at the table watched the way you and nico interacted. the way you unconsciously kept you hand intertwined with his as you engaged in conversation with someone else. they watched the looks of love nico sent your way.

it clicked then to some of the wags.

the way you would smile when wearing a dress, you were thinking about the way nico would react to it when the two of you were out in public.

when you and nico reached your apartment that night you whispered in his ear "I only bought this dress so you could take it off,"

#nico hischier imagine #nicohischierz writes #nico hischier x player!reader

[tiajk]

Here are the black batsis head cannons

warnings: crack, Love lots of it, shitty parents, sibling bonds, things that only make sense to black people, so sad racism, your a vigal i’m this

This is one of the things you guys voted so here you

So for the sake of the plot you are very very african like you have the accent and everything (it can be whatever you imagination chooses light heavy whatever ) bruce had known you through a drug deal he had busted your father he's was selling drugs when bruce chases him all the way to your apartment your home he had found your mother overdosed your father now where to be found and you just sleeping in the room

You waking up when you feel a certain caped crusader watching you in your sleep

When gordon and the police came they took your mother to the hospital she didn't make it your father they caught him at the bar and he is going to prison for the rest of his life

Gordon knows he has a thing for kids that need a home

You had gone home with im the next day and had been apart of the batfam ever since

You had been adopted right after Jason so that made you the first girl (before he died) Dick was 17 Jason was 12 you were 11

You and dick weren’t that close because of the age gap but he made it work he visited the manor more for you and Jason like going on missions together and dropping you off to school you made fun of his red head fetish a lot tho

you and Jason were the closet because of your age but you guys shared some of the same interest reading is the most common one. something you guys do a lot is trade books you will read his stuff and he’ll read your it’s like a little book club

now you and tim were very rough at first of course you were mourning jason’s death and tim comes along it was alot,for you but you loved him no matter what

Damian….when you guys met he thought you were like everyone else unimpressive and unimportant but you treated him the same way it only lasted for a week when he saw you in the garden drawing the scenery a way to relax but you guys relate to each other the most because your both not white it’s connects you guys more

Stephanie and you were close asf she was always in love with who you are and your confidence you guys would always have girl days with cass ofc she would do you make-up a lot she wants to experiment because the boys are all the same and Damian won’t let her (unless you ask him)

now you and cass when she came to the manor she didn’t talk much and your were just fine neither that you were her voice in situations and when she started to talk you were so proud of her you always helped her no matter what

NOW U AND DUKE WERE LOCKED INN you guys are the only African-american people in the house so y’all just did things that made sense to you guys like taking your shoes off in the house, WASHING the chicken before you season it but anyways whenever the family said some where people things y’all gave each other the “I know he didn’t just say/do that” the family doesn’t understand for example one time it was your birthday your 21st birthday you had 2 of the biggest and i mean biggest party possible the first one was for bruce’s friends and all the fake bitches that were only there for money and show themselves off

the second party was for your friends and siblings like the justice leagues kids and every true friend you’ve grown to love over the years after cleaning the party you guys would hear a noise from down the hall jason and his bright mine said let’s go check it out before the rest of the fam could find you two y’all had already bolted sure you were vigilantes but you were not doing no scary shit tonight

Alfred he loved you with all his heart dont tell the others but your his favorite he teaches you how to cook his food and you can do it perfect your the only one who hasn’t and ever will get a ban from the kitchen

Bruce and you weren’t always the nicest to each other but you love each other to death your just like him a workaholic and doesn’t take brakes unless there needs to be sometimes not even Alfred can pull you away but bruce comes and carry’s you like the little girl he wish you still were you TRY and i mean TRY to teach him how to cook it’s terrible tho

Selina was like your mother too you she thought you how to be strong like nothing else you guys went on a few heist together she always listens to you when no one else does she’s always there for you

One thing that the batfam will do for any and all is protect one another from racism,villains anything

you also got flirted with a lot by wally,roy, anything that could lay there eyes on you and they all hated it

#tiajk #batfam x batsis reader #batfam x reader #black coded reader #black reader

[iwsynttr-project]

WAAAHHH I just saw people have been posting about the project on Pinterest???

THANK YOU???

I am so pink oh my goodness aaa

I'll give some updates then so people know we're not just slackin', haha;;

This past week we've been hella busy with church, school, trying out programs, still figuring out the whole learning to drive thing, stuff with disability, etc... but especially with Valentine's Day & Moose's birthday.

CJ came up to visit which was really special & we got to eat out & get boba all together which was super nice as he doesn't live too close by ever since we moved a few years back.

I recently got most of my m3dz figured out so I might be able to start hrt within the next year, & it sounds like the date has been set for CJ & I to get married this April 29th!

On top of all this we recently found out that a couple other plans have been thrown into the mix:

Our folks are planning to head out for a week a few states away to spend time with family & celebrate our twin cousins' birthday & then they'll be goin to Medieval Times for Moose's birthday possibly with another friend or cousin.

My mom & I are gonna try & see a show with CJ & his mom if they're able to come for my 21st birthday (Which is March 13th!) & CJ's birthday is at the start of April.

Right before our wedding is my dad's birthday & we're gonna see another live performance in another state, & then right afterwards a few days later is gonna be the wedding.

We're just gonna make it small & Soukoku themed, but maybe years later from now when we're livin' alone & financially stable we might do a bigger more official wedding. We'll renew our vows, maybe have custom made suits, special stuff like that.

Somethin' we're hopin' to do is for the small one we might make custom Lego Minifigures to be in front of/above the cake & then if we save up... the four-six hundred bucks... we wanna get the Soukoku "wedding" figurines that came out a bit ago.

It's a dream.

Anyways, as for the actual project!

I'm still working on the script when I have time, I just got stumped since we don't have Golden Demon written yet- but I managed to come up with some content to fill in for during or after the scene plays out for now & continued from there.

Moose has decided to try & make two versions of Life's Better With A Little Party In It: one that's a trashy pop song, & one that's his own take on the song based on artists like YOASOBI. (Into the Night, Monster, Idol, etc...)

We're also thinking about making a Cover Album on the side to go with the soundtrack just for fun with covers of songs from bands & artists like ONE OK ROCK & Set It Off.

I'm still thinking I might go for making The I Was Screaming Your Name Through the Radio Project into an episodic animatic series, but with everything going on I might wait to record the actual script & songs until we've got most of the script & songs written out more at the least if not also until after I get a better microphone & possibly start injections. (Maybe I'll still do the first few chapters since they're just teens anyways but meh whatever; we'll see.)

I did do a drawing while I was free last night though & have been talking with my dad who's voice is basically his life & career about vocal training of sorts or if I should find classes online or something along those lines for it.

(Back to the drawing) I made a concept design for Moose's online/music persona AquaticSnow & a possible first EP/Album cover. I'm not sure I'll post it (yet?) since he might use it for stuff like his avatar, channel/s, music, etc but if I do it'll be on my personal main Tumblr, Instagram, & probably Deviantart & Twitter/X.

I'm also nervous about somebody tryin' to steal the art &/or concept.

Another reminder that I do have a personal server where I stream drawing, gaming, sometimes reading & writing, watch parties (movies, shows, etc...) & I post planning & updates for the project there!

.:Charli's Discord Server:.

( Don't forget to pick roles & read the rules! Otherwise you can't see the other chats;; )

Sorry 'bout the long post, haha;; we hope you all had a great Valentine's Day!

Charli

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[anniemika]

What Goes Around - Chapter 2

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Genre: Modern AU, Class Difference, Slow Burn, Angst, Smut, Fluff

Series Summary: Your life is what a lot of people would describe as their dream - constant parties, expensive gifts, fast cars, and money that can last you a lifetime. The facade is a pretty golden one, but underneath, the ugliness always threatens to crack, and you’re tired of trying to constantly prevent that from happening. That is why when you meet a certain 22-year old chauffeur, whose eyes can take all that tiredness away, you begin to re-evaluate every decision that has been made for you in your entire life.  

Warnings: depression, anxiety, aggressive behavior, cheating, toxic relationships (family and other), cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of death, eating disorder,  substance abuse, heavy drinking, trauma, casual sex, eventual smut (explicit sex; blowjob, handjob, cunnilingus, unprotected penetrative sex, rough sex, dub-con, creampie, corruption, choking, praising)

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Chapter summary: Getting ready for the party you’ve been dreading, an unpleasant surprise knocks on your door. Luckily, you’ve found something that brings you at least a tiny piece of happiness.

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“Is it too much?” 

You’re leaned against your patio chair, cigarette hanging from your mouth as you try to open the Dom Perignon bottle you’ve been struggling with for the last minute. 

You glance at the new phone you bought after your old one stopped working because of the way you smashed it a couple of days ago, eyebrows raising questionably at the screen.

“No, looks.. great.” 

FaceTiming you as she swirls around in her Versace silver dress, is your cousin, who’s showing you her whole outfit while trying not to break her legs on the 5 inch heels she has on. 

“Really?” 

You finally pop it open, immediately pouring the fuzzy liquid inside your champagne glass. You throw in a strawberry from the fruit platter, removing your cigarette so you can taste it. Then, your eyes land on your phone again, taking it into your hands and squinting so you can make out if the dress even covers her butt or not.

“You want the truth, Hisu?”

The blonde slowly turns around, awaiting your assessment.

“I think uncle’s gonna hate it.. and that’s exactly why you should wear it.”

You hear her giggling laugh as she pivots on her heel, taking another look in the mirror. 

“Yeah, that’s true.” You watch as she does a little whirl, “What are you gonna wear?”

“Don’t know yet.”

At that, she dramatically gasps, grabbing her phone.

“What? The party’s, like, 10 hours from now!”

You roll your eyes, “Don’t worry little cus’, I won’t disappoint you.”

“Okay.” She returns to staring at her reflection, and you chuckle at her self-appreciation. “Oh, I just can’t wait for everyone to see me.”

“And see their jealous faces?”

“Exactly!” She almost jumps, and you can’t help but shake your head with a smile on your face.

“Okay, I gotta go, but please don’t be late Y/n!”

“You don’t be late.” You correct her, blowing a kiss as you hang up. 

It’s your cousin’s Historia’s birthday today, the party you’ve been dreading ever since a few days ago when you had your little emotional breakdown. She’s been planning it for months, and you were sure that she wouldn’t talk to you for god knew how long at even the suggestion that you weren’t coming. It’s her 21st birthday after all, an event she and everyone else in your family have been waiting and talking about for the past year, and there was no way you were missing it. She was the little princess of the family, the one whose every whim was always being fulfilled, but you think that only made you love her more, because other than that, her heart was as pure as can be.

A push of your bedroom doors startles you, almost making you spill your champagne on yourself, when you hear someone entering the room. You don’t look back inside, having an idea who it might be. The only person who can barge in without so much as a heads up. 

“Y/n?”

You roll your eyes. You were right, of course. 

“I’m on the terrace.” 

The sound of high heels comes closer and closer, the confidence in the steps only annoying you further. When the person stands in front of you with crossed arms, you’re left with no choice but to put on your usual fake smile.

“Hi, mom.”

“A bit early for drinking, isn’t it?” Your mother quirks an eyebrow, not acknowledging your greeting but you don’t flinch, only shrugging your shoulders in return.

“To each their own.”

She sighs. Her eyes concentrate on your cigarette, and you’d have to be blind to not catch the disappointment in her eyes, “There’s a big bouquet of roses for you downstairs. They’re from Reiner. He’s written you the sweetest card.” 

You wince. Of course he’s send you flowers. And of course your impudent mother would read the card. You can only imagine the sugary lies he’s written, and how your mother ate them all up. 

“Did he now?” Your voice quavers a bit, and unfortunately for you, your mother notices. 

“He did. Are you mad at him for something again?” Her tone conveys accusation more so than concern but you’re not surprised. “You know, you should give him a break. He does everything for you, and it seems like you’re always unsatisfied. It’s making a bad impression.”

And now, you can’t not laugh. It’s bitter, tired, and just overall resentful, because how can someone be so blind? Someone who is supposed to be your pillar, who is supposed to understand you and care about you more than anyone else. Just pure, blind ignorance. 

“Y/n, listen to me”, she begins, moving closer to where you’re sitting, “you’ve been together since forever. He’s like a son to us.” At that, your jaw ticks. “And, he’s going to take good care of you, and your future children. That’s the most important thing.”

There she goes again. “What the hell does that mean?” You snap. “Do I need to be taken care of? Are we dependent on him and his family or something? You’re talking absolute nonsense again.”

Your mother takes a deep breath, but doesn’t say anything. Which was weird. She always had something to say, and most times, it was directed towards you. But now, she’s just staying still, staring down at you. 

“What?” You agitatedly ask.

“Make up with him. And grow up.” She demonstratively grabs the champagne bottle from the cooler and exits the terrace, the clanking from her heels the only sound left as you just stare at her in vexation. It’s become too typical these days, like you’ve always been this way with each other. Like that’s what your interactions mainly consisted of, back and forth bickering and passive aggressive comments thrown any chance there was.

It wasn’t always this way, though. It’s really sad how much you’ve grown apart over the last ten years. There was a time when she was your closest person, when you’d tell her everything and she’d treat you like her daughter, her actual daughter that she gave birth to and raised, always thinking about your best interest. That was, until you hit puberty and some things just changed. Correction, almost everythingchanged. Everyone started viewing you differently, including your own mother. And that came as more than a shock, the change in behaviour, the disapproving looks, the criticising comments that you never seemed to be able to swallow down because it was your mom. The person you looked up to more than anyone in your entire life. You looked up to her poise, her graciousness, the way she carried herself and always acquired everyone’s attention when she entered the room. The way she taught you to believe in yourself and never let anyone see you cry. The way she had kindness in her despite her strong appearance. It was so strange, one moment she was hugging you, laughing with you, sleeping in your room while you talked all night, and then the next, she became this cold, stand-offish person with all these high expectations for you and your future. You couldn’t confine in her anymore, because something just.. broke. 

But you got used to it. When she’d tell you what to wear, who to hang out with, which people were yourpeople and how you should act around them, you obeyed. Until, you found out how freaking exhaustingthat was. She wouldn’t let you be yourself, and that made you close yourself off for other people. It made you paint a facade, one that was good for your family’s reputation, but never for you. And as time went by, it came to you as a reflex. You were all smiles in front of people, but behind closed doors, the frustrations of the lies written all over your life suffocated you. So, as time went by and you became older, you found your own ways to relieve the stress and anxiety. A couple of glasses before 12p.m, a few more to get you through the day when your jaw was hurting from all the fake smiling. You’d slip sometimes, especially on get togethers or parties when you had to be the most presentable but at some point you realized that you couldn’t care less. Then, of course, you’d quickly get reminded by none other than your mother that there were expectations to be held and opinions that mattered, so you’d once again paint your little mask, the same one you’d grown to hate so much.

It makes you laugh. It’s all a circus, you think. You’re supposed to marry Reiner Braun. The son of one of the most influential people not only in your city, but in the whole country. He’s the CEO of numerous big name companies, and his son, the golden child, is supposed to inherit them all. Their fortune is unimaginable, and your parents can’t possibly fathom the thought of you not wanting to marry him. You were rich, but they were untouchable. He was untouchable. All your life, his name has haunted you anywhere you go, almost as if yours doesn’t matter. Everyone associated you with him and that was the most information they cared about, along with your looks and the way you carried yourself. Those things were important. They were the most important.

So, when you decided that you were “in love with him” when you were 17, after being almost thrown into the relationship by your father and mother, your life got turned upside down. The prestiges high school you went to had kids from all sorts of wealthy families whose parents knew each other, and when you and Reiner got together, everyone knew. It was like they all became obsessed with your relationship, so much so rumours started circling around that you were going to get married right after high school. Neither you nor him wanted that, of course, because you were just two teenagers who wanted to fuck and party, not at all interested in the plans your parents had for your futures.

The first time you caught him with a girl, you lit your first cigarette. Everyone was gossiping about how unfaithful he was, how he’d always have a girl sitting on his lap at parties, how he’d have same girl spend the night in his room while sending you messages about how much he missed you. You didn’t believe he was a cheater at first, because maybe, just maybe you really were that in love with him and trusted him with your whole heart. Stupid, little, inexperienced you. You learned the hard way that relationships weren’t what they were portrayed like in books and movies. Especially when your boyfriend was the most wanted boy everywhere you went, and you had to fight for him like your life depended on it. You can’t even remember all the fights you’ve had with other girls over him, all the threatening texts you’ve send girls who tried to get with him, how many times you’ve had screaming matches with one another because he was lying to you. And all that, before you were even 18. Everything became much darker after that. But no one cared, really. So you just closed your mouth shut about it, and lived with the lies everyday until something inside of you cracked, and you gave up the thought of him ever being faithful to you. Or, you ever being happy with him. 

It’s all a fucking circus. Another sigh fills the air, and you stare at the grey clouds overcasting the sky, wishing you could be anywhere else except here. It shouldn’t be hard to get a plane ticket for anywhere you want, just pack your things and leave. Not say a word to anyone, just disappear. But that’s not you. You don’t backdown when things get tough. You swallow your pride and show up. 

.....

Eren is late. 

He overslept for the second time this week, and he’s afraid it’s becoming a habit. 

He rushes through the tiny hallway after almost falling off the couch, bursting through the bathroom door to grab his toothbrush and wash his teeth while making coffee in the kitchen. The damn alarm on his phone seems to not be enough to wake him up from his deep slumber anymore, and that’s enough confirmation for the fact that he truly feels exhausted. He curses under his breath, low enough so that only he can hear, and browses through what feel like thousands of kitchen drawers only to not find a single spoon in sight. 

“Eren?” A soft voice is heard from somewhere in the apartment, the bit of concern the word’s filled with getting caught in his ear. 

“I’ll be ready in a minute, mom!” He tries to remain cool and unfazed by the fact that the doctor’s appointment is in less than 20 minutes and he needs at least 15 to get there. 

Idiot, he thinks. He’s the one who’s supposed to remember those things, to wake up on time, make breakfast, and then drive her there. He knows she’s too tired to do any of that, and after numerous fights about how she should rest and not help around the house anymore, she finally gave up and obliged. After finally winning over the stubbornness that was Carla Jaeger, he disappoints her by not having his shit together. Sleeping in late instead of helping her get ready. He probably scared her with all the thumping around too and she needed every ounce of peace and quiet she could get.

“Honey, it’s okay. Don’t rush yourself.” Her sweet tone does nothing to quench his anxiety because Eren was never one to relax so easily. Given the life he was living right now, it was understandable.

He runs all over the place with his toothbrush still hanging from his mouth, puts on the first shirt and pair of jeans he sees and quickly goes to his mother’s room to find her all ready with her bed made up and her nightgown neatly folded next to her pillow. She is dressed, purse ready in her hands with a taint of rosey lipstick colouring her lips. And even though her skin is so incredibly pale and her chocolate locks are falling off, to him, she still looks as beautiful as ever. Her eyes are still bright, still shining with the same warmth they’ve always held. 

“Mom, I told you I’d help you make the room.”

Her pretty lips curve upwards, with a small hand waiving him off. “Nonsense! I’m not disabled, you know. And I don’t like how you fix the bed, anyway.” She sends him a wink, and somehow, he feels even worse.

“Let’s go.” 

His legs start moving towards their apartment’s entrance, when he feels a gentle palm closing around his shoulder.

“Eren, honey?”

“Huh?”

“Your toothbrush’s still in your hand.”

.....

Black or white?

Short or long?

Exposed or covered?

Who gives a fuck, you think. The turmoil of emotions boiling inside of you can’t let you pinpoint your exact state of mind at the moment. Are you mad? Do you want to put on something provocative that’ll have everyone staring and just act like a bitch the entire night? Are you sad? Sad that you can’t even be happy it’s your favourite cousin’s birthday and you don’t have the energy to pick something pretty to wear and do your make up and hair properly? Or are you apathetic.. towards everything? You think that maybe it’s finally come to the latter, until you’re sitting with crossed arms on your silky sheets and a particular piece of garment catches your attention. It’s a long black dress, simple at the front, but it’s the back that makes you get up from your seat and reach to get it from the beautiful vintage clothes rack. 

Butterfly wings are embroidered at the centre of the otherwise naked back, the detailed lacework prompting your fingers to go through the fabric in the gentlest of manners. The dress is beautiful. The feeling it gives you is reminiscent of what it feels like to see an ink-coloured butterfly land on a white rose - it’s mesmerising. You don’t remember when it was you bought it, or if you’ve ever worn it, but what you do know is that tonight, you’re wearing it. And even if all you wanted to do minutes before was crawl in your bed and sleep through the evening, feeling like you actually want to wear that dress is a start. 

You’re starting to imagine what kind of hairstyle and make up would best suit the outfit, looking at your mirror with the dress pressed against your chest, when you suddenly remember something. Something that drives you to start looking around your room in a frantic manner, searching for your phone. When you finally find it underneath the hundreds of clothes scattered around the floor, you tap in your password and go to find the chauffeur app you booked from last time. Scrolling through the cars and drivers that the app provided to choose from, you’re beginning to panic slightly from the fact that you can’t find him. The boy with the greenest eyes you’ve ever seen. It needed to be him.

A relieved sigh leaves your lips when you finally catch his name, seeing he isn’t occupied for the night. You tap the “Book” option as fast as possible, then quickly throw your phone back and get to work. Tonight was going to be a long night.

…..

“Eren?”

The waiting room’s as quiet as it’s ever been, with a nurse coming in and out of different rooms every now and then carrying a white notebook in her hands, calling the names of the next patients. Some take no more than five minutes, and those short visits are often of the ones who leave their doctor’s office with a big smile on their face. Eren knows that smile. He’s seen it many times before, and it always means one thing. The person’s cured. It might be an old man with his daughter’s hand wrapped around him, their victorious beaming evident to the other patients who wait for the same miracle to happen to them too. Or it might be a wife, who’s crying tears of joy as her husband does the same, their fingers intertwined together as they leave the hospital for what they probably hope would be their last time. Or it might be a mom, who’s kids are waiting for her outside, their little feet running towards her as she nods at them and grins, her smile speaking what they most want to hear. 

And then, there are the long visits. 

The ones full of dread and misery, the ones he tries to ignore when people’s cries echo through the hospital corridors, the same ones he too has experienced. No one can prepare you for the apologetic look a doctor gives when it’s concerning someone you love. It’s a sinking feeling of helplessness, sadness, and just pure and utter.. fear. A fear he doesn’t wish upon his worst enemy. 

“Eren, honey?” Carla whispers her son’s name, concern painted on her pretty features as she watches him lost in thought. “Are you okay?”

He blinks twice, as if waking up from a terrible dream, then turns to face his mother’s worried face. “Yeah, mom. Sorry.”

She squeezes his arm gently and smiles, as if saying “we’re gonna be okay.” She knows not to say it out loud, though. They both know it isn’t something she could guarantee. 

“Mrs. Jaeger? You can come in now.” The nurse points in the direction of the office they have to enter, with Eren’s heart beginning to pound rapidly before he gets up, his mother’s hand in his. He gulps, trying to ease his anxiousness because it’s not the first time he’s been here with her, but that doesn’t stop him from having literal panic attacks every time he is.  He tries to walk, taking silent deep breaths as he thinks about what they’ll tell them this time, about how they’re going to be able to pay yet another expensive hospital bill, how they’re going to be able to afford all the medication, when suddenly, he feels a vibrating feeling inside his pocket. He’s still walking when he takes his phone out, the message displayed on it immediately stopping him in his tracks.

“You’ve been booked for 10 hours.”

…..

101 red roses. That’s the price of love.

Your Dior pumps clash against the marble tiles as you take step after step down the long stairwell leading to the entrance doors. The enormous bouquet is positioned on the little table set in the middle of the hall, gracing it with its beauty. The roses have just bloomed, you make a note of that, it’s like someone cut them just minutes before you stepped out of your room. They’re mesmerising, and still, that didn’t stop the sinking feeling at the pit of your stomach when you saw them sitting so prettily in the middle of your house. Yet another reminder of him. Like you needed any more of those. 

For a moment, a thought enters your brain, one that you should probably ignore with every strength in your body, but of course, being the person that you are, you do the opposite. Instead of walking towards the doors that would get you out of this energy-draining place, you amble towards the tiny white envelope that’s positioned between some of the roses. You recognize the handwriting as if it’s your own, and with a silent breath, you pull a tiny, but visibly expensive, white cardboard card. 

“To the most beautiful woman in the world, my strength, my dream. I love you.

                          Forever yours,

                                Reiner.”

Now, you’d expected many things to happen once you read the card. You thought you would rip it to shreds, ask for the bouquet to be thrown away, burn the whole thing, but no. The only thing that happened was your laugh echoing through the hall. Funny. There wasn’t one word of apology in this “letter of love”. Of course there wouldn’t be. That would mean him risking your parents’ opinions, and he couldn’t have that. He knew just the way to manipulate the situation in his favour and make you the ungrateful one. Because, as much as you could hate him, he knew you wouldn’t tell your parents the truth. 

Ding 

A notification sound breaks you from your stupor and makes you leave the card behind, instead searching for your phone inside your purse. 

“Your car is here.”

Your heart trembles slightly when you read the message, and it’s just the weirdest sensation. What’s wrong with you, snap out of it. He’s just your driver. And, the prettiest boy you’ve ever met. Usually, you’d never feel nervous around anyone. But, you are only human, so you guess when you meet someone who’s as sweet as he’s handsome, it’s only natural. 

“Miss Y/N, don’t you just look lovely!” Your butler, Dot Pixis, claps his hands together as he walks towards the golden hanger which holds your freshly ironed coat. “Might outshine the birthday girl.” He winks while you roll your eyes with amusement, making your way to him. 

“You know miss, I couldn’t help but notice a dashing young gentleman waiting for you outside.”

“It’s the driver.” You mumble, looking at one of the dozen of mirrors positioned in front of you. 

“Oh?” He raises a brow, and you can see his smirk in the mirror as he settles the soft faux fur around your shoulders, “You’ve met him before?”

“Pixis.” The look you give him only makes his smirk even wider.

“Lovely bouquet, by the way. Red roses. The epitome of love.” He talks through the process of buttoning your coat, his voice coated in sarcasm, “Shall I tell the staff to put them in the kitchens?”

“No.” Your answer is instantaneous, “That won’t be necessary.” God knows your mother would only get angry if you do that. 

“Pity. Haven’t had rose jam in forever.” You chuckle lightly at his witty remarks, their cheekiness instantly making you feel better. Pixis had that about him, he always made jokes out of unpleasant situations, and he knew about yours well enough. Being the butler of your family ever since you were born, he had a soft spot for you. He watched you grow up, took care of you, made sure you were taught to act like an educated young lady. Also made sure to teach you not to take shit from anyone. He paid you more attention than your father ever did, that was for sure. And he disliked Reiner and his family immensely. Wouldn’t let it show, of course, that would mean him losing his job, but with you, he knew he could let his true feelings be known. He despised the fact Reiner didn’t respect you, because to him, you deserved every ounce of love and respect one could give. Sometimes, you feel lucky he doesn’t know all the things that have happened and how they’ve shaped you into something you know he wouldn’t approve of. His opinion mattered to you. It was one of the few that did. 

“You’re all set, milady.” He distances himself far enough so you can take a look at yourself one last time before opening the entrance doors, his warm smile on display. “Now, you go have fun.”

“Thank you, Pixis.” You wave a goodbye at him before taking a step down the stairs leading to the black limo that’s parked right in front of them. The doors close, and you bite your inner lip, still not looking ahead in an attempt to not break your ankles on the 4 inch heels you’ve put on, when you hear distanced thumps that come closer as you go. You shoot your gaze upwards when your heel twitches and you lose your balance, quick hands catching you just in time.

“Are you alright?” A familiar voice rings in your ears, one that is a mixture of husky and just the right amount of sweet. 

Eren. Your chauffeur. 

He stands tall beside you, black suit fitting him like a glove, with his tag perfectly stitched on top of his blazer. The grip his hands have on your waist and arm isn’t hard, but it’s enough to keep you in place and not let you fall face first onto the cold stairs. Your heart’s beat is fast, the idea that you could’ve ripped your dress and screwed your whole night, and more importantly, completely embarrassed yourself in front of this boy, kept it pounding inside. But no, that didn’t happen. He was there to catch you. 

“Yes. Thank you.” You breathe out, hissing slightly from the way you twisted your ankle. 

“Are you sure? I was just about to ask if you needed any help.” God, he smells like the sandalwood candles you light in your bathroom. You love that smell.

“I guess I do.” You laugh at yourself, still not looking up at him. You didn’t need to have a heart attack at this moment.

The boy doesn’t say anything after that. He just helps you straighten your back, then offers his hand as a means to lead you down the stairs. Your eyes linger down at your feet, watching the way his make the first step, with you following right after. 

One thing you notice about him is that he’s warm. Definitely runs warmer than most people, because it’s the middle of January, and his hand feels like wrapping your fingers around a warm cup of tea. It’s comforting given you’re wearing a dress with a non-existing back, the coat covering it doing almost nothing to stop the cold from spreading goosebumps all over your body. 

When you take the last step, you feel it’s appropriate to finally look at him, lips pursing into a smile. “Thanks.” 

The boy visibly stiffens, and you don’t know if it’s from the bruising air or something else, but his cheeks are tainted with a dark pink colour. 

“Of course.” He smiles right back, and oh, it should be a crime for someone to be that good-looking. 

He opens the car door and you’re quick to get in, sitting comfortably on the leather seat. 

“You have the address?” You ask as he too gets in the car, the engine’s roar being heard from outside.

“Right here.” He points to the gps system that shows the path from your house to the VIP restaurant in the centre of town which your uncle reserved for the whole evening.

“Let’s go then.”

And with a nod of his head, you take off. You pass your guard, the gates, and soon, you’re on the main road. There’s low music sounding from the stereo of the car, but other than that, it’s quiet. Too quiet. You didn’t know what to expect, and still, it feels kind of awkward. You’re not sure if it’s only this way for you, but starting a conversation about what you’ve wanted to tell him and the reason why you wanted him to be your chauffeur for the night doesn’t come so easily. It’s a touchy subject, after all.

“Miss?” 

“Hmm?” You glance at the rear view mirror to see him already looking back at you. When your eyes meet, he quickly moves them away. 

“I wanted to thank you for.. for the tip you left me last time. You didn’t have to do that.”

Your lips part in surprise for a moment, not expecting him to bring it up at all. You should have though, it was a pretty hefty sum you left him last time. He’s probably never gotten that much from anyone before. 

“Yeah, well, I wanted to. You’re one of the best drivers I’ve booked.” You try to sound as convincing as you can, even though you both know that’s not the reason why you did it.

He stays silent for a moment, but then with a sincerity you can only describe as the most genuine anyone’s ever spoken to you with, he says, “Thank you. It really meant a lot.”

You feel a warmth inside your chest, a feeling you’ve forgotten. It’s nice, and it feels like it matters. 

Doing things that matter feels nice.

“You’re welcome, Eren.” You’re just about to continue with the conversation, feeling it’s an appropriate time given the theme, when your phone begins ringing. You sigh, taking a deep breath when you see it’s your mother. 

“Hey. I just left the house. Well, I’m sorry. I’ll be there on time. Everything’s ready, right? She doesn’t suspect anything? Okay, see you in a bit.” You quickly hang up, the thought that you’re going to see himin a bit dawning on you. It starts to creep up, the feeling of anger and animosity that no matter how much you try, you never seem to  be able to quench.

“Someone’s birthday?” 

For a moment you’re confused, thoughts still lingering on the inevitable encounter you’ll be facing later in the night. 

“Sorry, I’m doing it again-“

“My cousin’s.” Your voice interrupts the supposed “intrusion” the boy feels he’s made. You were a bit of a bitch a couple of days ago when he was just trying to be nice, so it’s understandable that he feels like he’s crossed a boundary. Chauffeurs don’t usually speak to clients in such a relaxed manner, either. But with him, it’s different. You don’t mind it at all.

“She’s turning 21 and it’s a big deal.” You continue, eyes staring down at your phone, looking at a picture one of your family members sent you of the big present you’re all going to gift her. You chortle when you see how pompous it all is, pink balloons and giant ribbons scattered all over it. 

“We’re gifting her a pink Range Rover.” Special edition, at that. The way you said it was as if expecting him to confirm how stupid it sounds, but he only moves his eyes to catch yours in the mirror. Of course, you can't expect him to say it, but the proof from how confused they are is enough. “Yeah, I know, it’s ridiculous. She’s so spoiled.” You shake your head and let out a lighthearted laugh, although you know just how absurd it all is. 

Even though you grew up rich, you never liked ostentations. You weren't the sort of kid who would brag about what they had, simply because you didn't like it when other kids did it. You couldn’t understand how they showed off with things they didn’t contribute in getting whatsoever, and the idea of making other people feel like they’re lesser than never appealed to you. 

And here you are, in a car with a boy whose mother is sick, and he probably works for hours on end to try and help her get better. 

“How’s your mom?” You finally ask.

“Oh, she's.. good. Takes her meds, goes to chemo every day.”

“That’s good.” You say as Eren stops at a red light, and you think that now’s the perfect time, so you reach inside your purse to pull a tiny card with a number and a name written on it, “I, uh.. I don’t know how appropriate this is, but I kind of took it upon myself and talked to one of my father’s friends who owns a clinic. If you ever need another opinion, you can always go there. They won’t charge you anything.”

You extend your hand out with the card between your fingers, and the boy slowly turns around to get it. His lips are parted, eyes shocked as he stares at the name displayed on it. It's one of the best doctors in the whole country, a person who's been interviewed numerous times because of his knowledge. He was famous, but he had a reason to be, so being a close friend of your father, you had no issues contacting him.

“You’re very kind, miss. I don’t know how to repay all this-“

“Don’t mention it, okay?” You quickly interrupt him, not wanting him to think for a second that he should be of any service to you because of this. “Just tell me if you ever need help.” 

You can see he wants to say something in return, but before he can, the light goes green and after a few seconds, you can see the restaurant’s flashy lights and the people, who you presume are all guests, entering with all sorts of expensive vehicles parked at the front.

“It’s here.” You point to a spot right before the big commotion, not wanting to bump into all those people who are very likely to be acquainted with you. When Eren stops the car, you’re quick to gather your things and exit it, when, just like last time, he beats you to it. He helps you out, visibly trying to be careful not to step on your shoes, while you put your phone inside your purse and check if you’ve got everything important with you. When you do, you take a quick breath before looking past Eren and into the building you’re about to enter. Nothing to worry about. You’ve got this. Bringing your stare back on the boy, you cast him a quick smile.

“I’m not sure if I’ll need you later, so you can just go home.”

Two big eyebrows furrow as you watch his perplexed face, those plump lips of his opening and closing as if they want to protest but can’t find the proper words to.

“But- you booked me for the whole night.” Which meant, you had to pay him for the whole night. 

“I know.” The deliberate look on your face tells him you’d planned this from the moment you tapped on the app and chose him to be your driver for the night. “Go get some rest.”

There they are. The jewels he has for eyes. They’re so big, every emotion written in them. The surprise, the gratitude, everything. And they warm your heart.

“Well, my phone’s in the system, so if you need me, call me any time.” He emphasize the last part, and you want to chuckle at how cute he is. “Please.”

Tilting your head, you watch him under your big lashes, thinking about something to tease him with, but when you see how sincere his face is, with a look that says he feels like he’s doing something bad when that’s not the truth at all, ultimately, you decide to let it go. “Alright. You go now.”

With a clank of your heels, you pass by the tall boy, faintly hearing him say:

“Have a nice night, miss.”

Well, you’ll at least try, right?

…..

Hi! So this chapter is something of an introduction to the story, like, context of y/n’s life and where she’s at the moment. There are also crumbs of Eren’s life, which we’ll get into in the upcoming chapters. I kinda based off Historia’s character off of her school castes persona, and I think she’s pretty cute, although a little bimbo-y. So yeah, I’ll try to post new chapters every two weeks. Tell me if you want to be added to the tag list, muah and bye💋

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[demadogs]

If the Duffers aren't lying their ass off about forgetting Will's birthday, then why do "sorry I forgot your birthday" cards appear in Will's room two seasons in a row? They went to all the bother of adding this detail as set dressing, even though it was never mentioned, but they couldn't be assed to check their own wiki before airing s4? That really makes sense to you? Plus all the birthday and forgetting references this season. I know you hate the idea, but the evidence for them lying is there

its a coincidence. the casual viewers who just watched season 4 when it came out and dont follow up with any fandom or what the cast or the duffers say probably didnt even notice that it was his birthday. if it was intentional they wouldve made it clear to the audience. if they randomly whipped that out of nowhere in volume two those people would be so confused. it would genuinely be terrible writing, not just because i love the character and dont want people to forget his birthday, but because if they wanted us to feel bad for will they would have made sure we were in the know of the situation?

also thatd be such a weird and unnecessary thing to lie about. his birthday is directly stated that its march 22nd and the show directly states that it opens on march 21st. its not some “big real” that its his birthday the next day. we literally know it is. so the duffers would have no reason to be all sneaky about it. its already canon information.

they explained that theyre gonna change the birthday and they talked about how someone sent them a list of all the important dates theyve ever mentioned so something like this doesnt happen again. again, very unnecessary thing to lie about.

i also dont think the duffers, or any tv writers for that matter, would just straight up lie and say the opposite of whats gonna happen in the plot. if theyre asked about something they cant reveal theyd say they cant spoil it or give a vague answer that can be interpreted in different ways. not just say the exact opposite of whats gonna happen. theyd never be like “yeah mlvns endgame” only to reveal that its byler. or say that a certain character doesnt die when they actually do.

they wrote season 2 six years ago and its just a single line in the show that says the date. its not like it was an entire birthday party or something it was one line. they were probably way more concerned about avoiding plotholes with all the upside down and hawkins storyline. this season had so many references to the first season. they made sure they maintained continuity with the entire supernatural plot, which is way more import tbh, that they werent thinking about birthdays or any other minor character traits like that. it completely makes sense that they forgot.

#why am i the only person who was so happy it was just a continuity error #hasnt he suffered enough #you really think joyce byers-mom of the fucking century- would forget her kids birthday who she almost lost twice #stranger things #byler tumblr #eden answers

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine dating Sam Wilson (Part 4)

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- For your first month anniversary, he got you a sign that read ‘Sam and [Y/N]: Established 2010’. When you saw it you couldn’t help but chuckle, “You are so cheesy.”

-On your 21st birthday when you walked in the door from school, Sam looked at you, “We are breaking tradition.”

“What?” 

“I put a black dress on the bed, go change, and then meet me outside.”

“Don’t you have to work?” 

“I figured I would join you and take the day off, now go change so we can go out.”

-He took you to 7 local bars in the area, each one you went to he would order you a shot, a mixed drink and an appetizer platter. He was just sipping on water as he watched you. 

-At the end of the night, you were sitting in the car with him, drunk off your ass, and all you wanted to do was go home. However as soon as he pulled into Taco Bell, you perked right up, and ordered half the menu, while Sam ordered the other half. He also surprised you by buying a large Baja blast freeze, and a dozen cinnamon delights. 

-The next morning you woke up with a headache, your dress replaced with an oversized Sam shirt. Your hair a mess as you rolled out of bed, and rubbed your eyes, expecting to see makeup smeared on it. However much to your surprise, your face was clean. 

-Walking out of the room you saw Sam cooking breakfast, who turned towards you and said loudly, “Good Morning Bardot!” 

“Too loud.” You groaned as he stepped away from the stove and wrapped his arms around you, pulling him into his chest as you slowly leaned your head up, “Did you take my makeup off last night?”

“Yeah, I figured you would be upset if you messed up my pillowcase with your eyeliner.” 

“You would be correct.” You answered, before continuing, “Thank you for last night, I had a lot of fun.”

“No problem, I just hope you are hungry, cause I made you eggs and a cinnamon roll.” 

“Best boyfriend ever.” You hummed as he detached and went to pull the cinnamon out of the oven. 

-For Sam’s birthday that year, you bought him a drone, two round trip, first class tickets to Gloucestershire, England set to depart July 10th, 2011 and return July 19th, 2011, along with tickets to the 2011 Royal International Air Tattoo Show.

-He was so excited when he saw the RIAT tickets. 

-When cleaning one day you found the picture of Riley and Sam, all you knew about their relationship was that he was Sam’s best friend at the time, and his death was one of the driving forces behind Sam wanting out. That evening when he came home, he noticed that a frame was laying on the counter, inside it was the picture and a note,

We don’t need to hang it up, but I figured a frame might protect it better then the way you had it stored.

-You came home to see the photo on the TV stand, a smile on your face as you put your keys down and hopped in the shower.

-One day he picked up your phone for you, and accidentally hit a button, causing the screen to light up. He started to chuckle as he saw that your background photo was from your 21st birthday, where you asked the bartender to take your photo. Both of you were smiling at the camera, and your hand was placed on his chest, his arm wrapped around your waist. 

-When you graduated with your Masters, Sam took you out to Applebee’s, and then surprised you with a party at the VA center, everyone was there, and the group Sam led even went in to get you a cake. As you mingled with your friends Charlie walked over to you and Sam, who was currently standing beside you, his arm around your waist as you sipped on your drinks. “Has anyone told you that you two are sickeningly adorable together.”

“You tell me everyday.” You replied

“Well hey, don’t tell me that now you are gonna leave us, since you officially have a Masters.”

“Well actually, Donna offered me a job as a group leader, and I said yes.”

-Charlie smiles wide, before pointing to Sam, “You better watch out there Sam, [Y/N]’s coming for your job.”

-You both agreed before going on vacation that you wanted to bring four disposable cameras, two for each of you, and you had to fill both of them up before the end of the trip.

-You both had so much fun in England, the day after you landed you spent the day touring all of the castles, and historical houses throughout the city.

-He never told you, but while you were walking in front of a window in the Beverston Castle, he took a high contrast picture of you looking around, and made it his phone background. He also took several photos of you with his disposable camera.

 -You loved watching him geek out at all the planes on display, and took a bunch of photos of him. Your favorite was a photo he took of you both, his arm outstretched as the camera pointed at you both, with wide smiles on your faces. 

-After you returned and developed the disposable camera, you decided that you wanted to keep that tradition for every vacation you went on together.

-You started leading a few morning groups at the VA center as soon as you returned, and once again went back to working full time.

-When you officially met Sarah, she loved you. She always joked that since meeting you her older brother was more like a kid.

-You and Sarah would normally spend the whole day cooking, she was very enthusiastic about teaching you how to cook Louisiana style cuisine like her mom did every Sunday.

-For Christmas in 2011,  Sam put in for you and him to have a holiday vacation from work, and made arrangements for you both to go to Florida. When he told you his plan, you were excited, since you hadn’t had a proper holiday since the last one you had with Christine. You and Sam packed up Baloo a few days before Christmas and drove to your resort. 

-It had been one of the best Christmases you had. You spent the 25th laying out on a towel at the beach, sunglasses shielding your eyes as Sam brought you multiple frozen cocktails. 

-December 31st you spent at a local club, dancing the night away, and well into the morning. 

-You drove back January 1st, and as soon as you got home you both immediately flopped onto the bed and fell asleep.

-Every year for Christmas you would always go to different areas in Florida, and would drive back after clubbing all night on the 31st. 

-In 2012, Sam took you to New York City, and as much as you wanted to say you were busy, you agreed. 

-You stayed in a different hotel every night of your vacation, ending the trip in Harlem. 

-The first night you were there, you bought two broadway tickets, and also got tickets to go to a comedy show. He asked how you paid, but you just made up the excuse, “I’ve been saving up for a while.” 

-You later found out that your father was at the same broadway show, and were thankful you didn’t see him, cause you didn’t want anything to ruin this vacation.

-He took you to all the different museums, and then you both went to time square. 

-While in Time Square you went to the Ball, and wrote your wishes for the coming year on post it notes that go in the ball. 

-The morning you were supposed to leave you woke up alone. Sam came back an hour after you woke up, with two bagel egg sandwiches.

-Three weeks after you left the city was when the attack on New York happened, and the Avengers were unveiled to the world.

-Sam and you had a whole discussion about the fundamentals of the Avengers. He was in favor of the superhero squad, and while you agreed with him you couldn’t help but ask the question, “However will they be regulated? Like are they going to have a limitation on where they can assist, and what crimes they are allowed to stop?”

- You made sure that your father was not affected by the attack on New York. Luckily he was out of town, at a conference in Montana. You chuckled however at the fact that he was probably feeling tormented due to the lack of entertainment in the beautiful state.

-After returning from the 2013 New Year celebration, you looked at Sam, “I want to go camping.”

“Like right now?”

“No, like in the springtime, just the two of us, in a tent, with a cozy campfire, a cooler of beer, and just spend a weekend in nature.”

“You want to rough it?”

“Yeah, it could be fun, besides I have never actually been camping before.”

“What childhood did you have?” He asked, his eyebrow raising as you just chuckled, “A sad one.”

“However I must ask one important question.”

“Yes Sam?” 

“One sleeping bag, or two?”

-That April you packed up Baloo, and drove to the Walnut Hall campground, where you had reserved the spot for a week. 

-It rained most of that week, so campfire meals, and s’mores became diner food and pie, hiking turned into trips to see the local shops and walk around them for hours. Thank goodness your tent held up though, and you at least got to fall asleep every night to the sound of rain.

-On the last day you were there, while still laying in the sleeping bag, you looked at Sam, “Want to go play in the mud?”

“What?”

“Yeah, let's go play in the mud.” You repeated, as he just chuckled, “I swear sometimes I am dating a child.”

-He went and played in the mud with you nonetheless, and at the end of it you both had to take an hour long shower, just to get all the brown goop off of you.

- There was a night where you and him switched groups. He told you that he had a doctors appointment, and sadly the doctor only had an evening opening. You didn’t question it, and gladly accepted the switch. 

-His group was overjoyed when they learned you were the one leading group that night, “Oh thank Heavens, we get the fun one tonight!” Perry exclaimed as you started to chuckle.

“I’ll make sure not to tell Sam tonight that you said that.” 

After everyone filed in, you waited a few minutes, “Has anyone seen Charlie yet?” You asked, all the others around you nodded their heads no, and after five minutes of waiting, you reluctantly moved on. 

-At the end of the group, Eric piped up, “So tell me [Y/N], do you think you are in love with our boy?” 

“Sam?” 

“Well who else.”

“Yeah, I do. I mean he is the first boy I have actually dated, but with him the world doesn’t feel as shitty. Besides if I didn’t then I just wasted two years of my life.”

“Oh so you are basically one of those sitcom characters now who marries her first love?” Eric asked

“I think you mean Rom com.” Perry corrected, causing Eric to give him a side glare as you just shook your head, “Yeah Eric, I think I am.” 

“Well if Sam ever decides to pop the question, do you think you would say yes?”

“Yeah, I would, but there is no way Sam is ready for marriage.” 

“You never know, men who are in love do some strange things.” Perry replies as you just smiled, “Well I think this meeting is done for now, if you men don’t mind I need to make sure your boy didn’t cry when he got a shot.”

-When you came home, Sam was standing at the counter, his outfit totally different then what you left him in, and far too formal for a doctor’s visit. His navy blue blazer suit jacket was hanging over his shoulders, torso covered in a pure white button down. As you approached you noticed he was wearing the pants you both jokingly called his church pants, and his dress shoes covered his feet. 

“What’s the occasion?” You asked, his head lifting at the question to reveal his red rimmed eyes, his hand raising quickly to do a pass under his nose as he sniffled. Immediately your whole body filled with concern as he started to choke out, “So...ummm.. I lied when I said I was going to the doctors. I actually just wanted to switch with you because it would have been so much easier to pull this off if you got out later than me, and since that never happens, and I didn’t want to wait until Saturday, I needed to switch.”

“Pull what off?”

He didn’t say a word, just tossed a ring box on the counter, you didn’t dare touch it, or open it. At the sight of it though, all of Eric’s questions made sense.

“I figured I would get dressed up, dig my momma’s old engagement ring out of the box I had in storage, decorate the apartment, I even ordered your favorite meal from that Italian restaurant, whose name we can never pronounce.”

“Sam…”

“And then right before I started decorating, I got a call, and I told them I wanted to be the one who told you.”

-Immediately the worst filled your mind, terrified that someone found out you were lying and told Sam you weren’t born Bardot, or that your father wasn’t really dead. You slowly exhaled, unaware you were even holding your breath as he spoke, “Melody called, I guess before you started group Charlie’s daughter called, Charlie passed away last night. She said it looks like it happened in his sleep, and that his daughter went to check after he wasn’t answering her calls.”

-Tears brimmed your eyes as you realized what you were being told was much worse than what you were afraid of. Both of you had an interesting connection with Charlie, one neither of you saw with the other employee. You were frozen in shock, and then as though a gun went off you bolted into Sam’s arms, desiring to comfort him as much as he wanted to comfort you. 

-That night you both just sat in bed, neither of you had changed, the ring still on the counter, just staring at the tv screen in the room as the pictures flashed by. Then you spoke, “Hey, remember the time Charlie walked in with a dozen red roses for you on Valentines Day, and said it was because he loved you more than his first ex wife.” 

“What about the day he came in with a bag of sugar free candies for you, because you were already sweet enough.” You started to chuckle, remembering that the bag was still sitting in your desk drawer.

-That was how the rest of the night went, and when you both arrived at work the next day, you couldn’t help but smile at Melody, who said, “Hey, so I have something for you.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, Charlie’s daughter dropped it off this morning. She said that her dad was really excited to give it to you, and that she wanted you to know how much you and Sam meant to him.”  As she spoke, she lifted up a small gift bag, and placed it on the desk in front of you. Reaching in you pulled out a small box, and a note, 

I am glad he finally decided to make the final move sweetheart, you deserve the world. The only issue is this doesn’t shine as bright as you.

Love, 

Charlie 

-When you opened the box you immediately started to tear up, and your hand covered your mouth to conceal the sob. With your free hand you pulled out the thin, diamond bracelet.

“She said um… that it was his wife’s bracelet, he gave it to her the day they got married. When he was telling her about his plan to give it to you, because his wife would have loved you. They both agreed too that she would have agreed that you definitely deserved to have it.”

-You whispered a thanks before taking it into your office where you slipped the bracelet on. While you sat there and tried to compose yourself, you took your phone out and called his daughter, and thanked her for the present.

-When Sam came in Melody handed him a gift bag as well, and said to him, “Charlie’s daughter dropped these off for you, he wanted to give both you and [Y/N] something old for your wedding.”

“I didn’t ask her, it didn’t feel right.” He stated as he took the bag, and peeked inside, to see that the bag contained a rolled up tie, a case with cufflinks, and a pocket square, along with a note.

May these grant you as much luck in your marriage as I had in mine. From one man to another, let me give you a few words of wisdom on planning a wedding

1) Do not tell her that you don’t like her flower choice, she will definitely throw a shoe at you, or maybe that was just my wife.

2) She will be stressed, I mean she is trying to bring two visions to life, and please both of you, while getting criticism from peers, family, strangers, and a support group of old men. Just do the little things, rub her shoulders, kiss her temple, tell her you love the gold plates, even if you don’t. Don’t argue about the little things, if anything, just kindly suggest that you feature steak on the menu, or that you want to dance to your favorite song for the first dance, but be ready for her to possibly reject the ideas, and say that she wants to dance to some corny love ballot, or that she is put chicken and pasta on the menu.

3) Make sure she goes to bed before you. If you go to bed first chances are she will stay up all night, and then when you wake up in the morning you will be greeted by a different person. Plus, I don’t want her to have to chug 3 coffees in an hour while here at work, like she did when she was trying to write her big term paper.

4) At least once a day, remind her that you love her. But not by telling her, by showing her. Do something nice for her, get her a box of chocolate, do the dishes, take out the trash, plan a mini vacation, take her to her favorite restaurant on any day but Friday, buy her that one book she won’t shut up about.

And last but not least Son, don’t stress over this. I always told you that you two were meant for each other. Enjoy this engagement period, don’t rush it, because it will lead to you both walking down the aisle and starting a beautiful life together, no matter how long it takes. If you feel like it is becoming too stressful, then I suggest that you both take a step back, and maybe not talk about it for a day, or a week, or even a year. She will still love you when it finally happens.

You got this,

Charlie

-By the end of the note Sam was teary eyed, he carefully put the note back in his bag, and went to his first group.

-When Sam had 6:30 group that night, he asked if you wanted to join him. He was planning on telling the other members about Charlie, and you could tell he just needed someone there to support him, so you agreed.

-When he told the group, you noticed Eric getting teary, and all the other members were silent. It was finally Perry who broke the silence, “Remember the day we all came into group on Eric’s 65th birthday, and Charlie had convinced some of the staff members to help him decorate the room.”

“He even got my favorite cake, which I think I only mentioned once.” Eric added

-That was how the rest of the night went, and at the end of it, you all were smiling.

-He showed you the note when he got home, and you just looked at him with glassy eyes, “I think I want to wait a year.”

“Then sweetheart, we can wait a year.” He replied, kissing your temple, as he took the box off the counter, and moved it to his nightstand.

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[dontcallmeeds]

Might as well do a fic master list because I’m writing non-stop tonight, something something coping with grief ANYWHO

UPDATED 10/27 there is now two M rated fics!

ALL OF MY FICS ARE CURRENTLY RATED E SO PLEASE MINORS DNI 🔞 I will eventually do some T/M rated just to do regular fics without ships because I just love Dustin and whatnot, as well as some slice of life T/M Reddie/Steddie/Ronance/Jargyle, but none of these are rated lower than E even if there’s nothing currently with that rating in the chapters. Once I finish some WIPs, a Ronance focused fic is mostly likely next because I want to write them as the central ship not just side ships :))). THOSE GIRLS DESERVE THE WORLD.

The Richie Tozier Cam Diaries (WIP, 10/? Chapters) Modern AU where Richie is a cam model and Eddie is an anonymous regular client who’s watching him when he confesses that he loved him as kids, but ran away from him after a failed attempt of Spin the Bottle. A roadtrip ensues where they discover a lot about themselves and each other.

The Fruity Four Goes Camping (Completed, 4/4 Chapters) Set in the summer after Vecna, Steve, Eddie, Robin and Nancy all go camping at Wayne’s secret spot. They do shrooms the first night and they have an effect on everyone except Steve and Eddie accidentally says he’s attracted to him. Blossoming romance with camping activities and smut? Count me in. There’s also established Robin and Nancy with some cute fluff going on for them, love those women.

He Calls Your Name, But Will You Answer? (WIP, 11/? Chapters) Well well well, if it isn’t me who said I’d never write vampire content? Ha, bestie you’re so dumb. Steve finds himself hearing a voice that sounds mighty familiar, becoming clearer and clearer with each day until one week its loud and clear its Eddie. He goes on a mission, a very stupid mission, hoping to at least give Eddie a proper burial. Robin and Nancy follow him, finding out that Eddie is alive and well, not exactly human. A very unhinged fic where I hurt everyone especially Mike for some reason, probably projection. This also has established Robin and Nancy because I REFUSED TO WRITE A FIC WHERE THEY ARE NOT TOGETHER.

The Way You Bend, The Way You Break (Completed, 1/1 Chapters) Ah yes, a fun little one shot for kinktober! Established Steve and Eddie, but not in the conventional relationship sense. Eddie is Steve’s off/on dom who comes by for a scene after a few months before Robin’s 21st birthday so they only have a short window to work with. They are also close friends so there is some mild feelings to this fic that make it a little sappy for a one shot smut.

It Could Never Be Me, Could It? (WIP, 11/? Chapters) This one is a litttttle different for me. I used 2 different Tumblr prompts (that are obviously linked on fic) as well as the AO3 filters on Tiktok. Normally I wouldn’t spoil my own plot twist fic, but I know how people feel about Billy Hargrove on here (which as an indigenous dude who’s a huge Lucas fan, uh yeah I don’t like him either, love Dacre tho). He is merely a plot device on this fic and I will mildly explain. Steve and Eddie are both totally in love with each other after a year after Vecna, but neither of them is really doing much about it until Eddie shows at Robin and Steve’s movie night to see if they’re dating. It ends up with Steve fighting Jason Carter and then Steve/Robin & Eddie/Nancy both try to come up with plans that will all take place at Chrissy’s party. But life has other plans for them: Billy Hargrove being inexplicably alive.

The Freak Helps The King Find Himself (In Submission) (WIP, 17/? Chapters) This is my most popular fic to date! Steve confesses to Eddie before he can do so himself that he has a crush on him after breaking things off with his mean girl date. Eddie starts to show Steve a side of himself he thought he could only share in dark bathrooms or under school bleachers, and Steve loves who he is when he’s submitting. There may be some switch Eddie at play as well, these boys are tooth rottingly in LOVE in this fic and almost nothing bad happens to them. Someone said they would read a bible sized fic from me because of this one and that is the best thing anyones every said to me.

The Beginning: The Barrens Are Forever (WIP, 3/? Chapters) Finally, my baby! This is the Losers in a hardcore punk band called the Barrens, Ben owns the local venue called The Quarry (and may have some future endeavors with Eddie Munson to open another wink wink) and they all live in a punk house. Yes, it is a It x Stranger Things crossover (it wasn’t originally) and I couldn’t be more stoked. The main fic in what will be a series is currently Reddie centered, but currently has established Steddie and Ronance in it. There’s some weird shit in it, but no Pennywise, no Upside Down/Vecna.

More Than A Friend (WIP, 1/? Chapters) the second of my installment of my Derry & Hawkins Punk House AU!! This is a RONANCE FIC FINALLY EEEEE!! Lesbians lesbians lesbiansssss! This is about Nancy asking Robin to move in during a party because her shitty roommates are moving out. Robin thinks she’s joking, but she’s not. Nancy is an uber confident bi woman in this and Robin is a semi oblivious lesbian. Hilarity ensues.

i can wait for you at the bottom (completed, 1/1 chapters) Eddie feels dejected after having confessed to Steve that he has feelings that aren’t just friendly. Steve freezes until a stormy Hawkins’ night where he comes barreling into Eddie’s. This is just a M (only rated so for adult themes like smoking weed and homophobia) one shot that I needed out of my system. It’s angst, hurt/comfort, and much needed fluff after.

Put Me To Work (completed, 1/1 chapters) My longest one shot to date and my favorite writing. This is a smut filled PWP based off the song Put Me To Work by Big Data. Eddie is going through a breakup and Steve comes to clean his house. But he wants to do more than just help him clean, he wants to take care of him in ways Eddie didn’t know he even needed.

#I really like all my fics but i think my best is the cam diaries and the punk house #my most fun steddie is the plot twist one #even tho it has billy I’m sorry #pls don’t unfollow me I’m not a harringrove :(((( #i also don’t hate harringroves its just REALLY not my thing #my vampire fic seems anti Mike Wheeler but I PROMISE YOU its not #the smuttiest are the cam diaries and the freak helps the jock #the freak helps the jock is also the fluffiest #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #vampire!eddie munson #stranger thing fic #it fic #stranger things x it #ronance #steddie masterlist #reddie masterlist #fanfic masterpost #Ronance fic

[joealwyndaily]

I know I'm boring, I'm sorry about that, but I don't really know English and I can only understand what Joe says if I transcribe his interviews, so please can you guys do that with his video for GQ and the interviews with Alison? 😭

Don't worry, it's not a problem! 💛 Here is his GQ 10 Essential Items:

Hi GQ, I’m Joe Alwyn and these are my 10 essentials.

Let’s start the essentials the way I start in the morning, which is with coffee. This is the starring French press of the day. You put the coffee in, you put your hot water in, you plunge it down and you drink it straight from this. With a little bit of milk. I'm really not a coffee snob to be honest I don't have like a place I go to get coffee. I just basically drink it and inject into my veins. Coffee.

So, my next essential item is, drum roll, a camera, obviously. This is a Leica camera, a Leica Q. I first saw one of these on the set of The Favorite and Yorgos Lanthimos who was the director of The Favorite would carry one of these around everywhere he goes and take the most beautiful behind the scenes photos. I'll take it on set sometimes, or take it out and about, throw on a shoot or with a group of friends. I’ve always been pretty interested in photography, really I just wanted to copy Yorgos.

 My next essential item is a piece of clothing. This is my lucky jacket, and I was actually given it for my 21st birthday. It’s lucky because I wore it when I went to America for the first time, to New York for an audition, which was my first audition, and I got the part. I was lucky enough to get the part, which was a film called Billy Lynn's long Halftime Walk. When I went over there, I turned 24 I think and I didn't know anyone, and my family sent me some flowers I think to the hotel I was staying in and so I found the other day, pressed in here like a card from the flower company and a card from my family. Nostalgic memories.

My next essential items, lighters. I like collecting old lighters and the ones that I brought here today are made by Dunhill. They’re just like old-ish, beautiful well-made objects. Got a few in silver, there’s one in gold. You'd think I would be a smoker but I actually am not really a smoker, however, if you're at a party and you need a cigarette lighter, I’m your guy. They got my initials on, there you are, just in case I forget.

 Alright my next essential item is a book. This is the book I'm reading at the moment, Sally Rooney's Beautiful World, Where Are You. That’s a fair question. Sally Rooney is an Irish author who has two books before this, Normal People and Conversations with Friends, which is a show that comes out mid-May 2022. Very long sentences, I’m looking for a short sentence here. ‘She looked up at him quickly and he met her eyes.’ There's a lot of humanity in her writing, I like the way that we can identify with her characters, and I also think she's really funny as a writer.

My next essential item on this lovely list is my watch. I never used to really wear one but I do now. And I have this classical automatic Patek Philippe which is really lovely, really beautifully made. It was actually made in 1991 which is the same year that I was born so it's been ticking for as long as me. In a world of screens and computers it’s just nice to have something like that on your wrist.

My next essential item is a scented candle. I have a bunch of them at home and they’re nice things to take around with you, if you're moving around a lot, and in your hotel room or in a new space or a new place. This particular one is made by Loewe. This particular one is called Cypress Balls. If you do like your in-laws maybe Cypress Balls by Loewe. If you don't like them just get them some tealights, how's that for a pitch?

 My next item is another piece of clothing, not old and not so sentimental. It's a pair of track suits that Stella McCartney makes. I really like her clothes and I like her as a person as well and she makes eco-friendly clothes. There, you know, a pair of everyday track suits, you can wear all the time, they’re just comfy and they’re great. Everyone should have them.

The next item is my bike. It's got a couple of wheels, couple of breaks and a nice little seat. Particularly in London yeah I tend to walk or take the tube or the bus anyway, so a bike is a nice way of getting around, a bit of exercise. I wanted like a road bike that was relatively lightweight and would get me from a to b. Which so far, it’s done. I’m not sure it’s like built for wheelies, and I would probably fall off, so we’ll leave showing the wheelie till next time.

My next item on my list is, the suspense, is a painting. It’s a painting by a Cornish painter called Richard Cook. It was a gift when I was 18. He does mainly landscapes of Cornwall, it’s just a place that I've been going all my life, since I was a kid, on kind of family holidays. Everyone packing into the car with dogs and David Bowie or The Beatles on tape. Being in the car for hours and hours and hours, finally getting to Cornwall and jumping into the sea and it being freezing cold but also great. This picture at the moment is on the mantel piece, at home, above the fire.

Thank you for watching, these with my 10 essential items.

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[ywnrt2022]

To You, From Me

You’ll never read this and that’s okay. I think I need to write the things I need to write without caring about if the intended audience is there to read it. So here it goes.

I think I am lost without you. Not romantically but in life. When we met I think you cared more about our friendship than I did, and then my world changed and suddenly you were my life saver. I’m here because of you and I think you, and anyone else who paid attention knows that too. 

I remember coming out to you like it was yesterday and not 15 years ago. We were at Space Center Houston to watch Drew Seeley. Which now thinking back on it was one of the first times we had hung out outside of school, or our houses. After the tiny concert he put on we went and sat in a boat in the middle of the plaza. We were sitting at this table talking about anything and everything. I just remember thinking “I trust this girl to not hate me for what I am about to tell her.” So I told you. I came out to someone for the second time in as many days. You hugged me, told me you loved me, and that nothing had changed. Sadly, 

Me coming out changed a lot of things for our friendship, and I’ll always regret falling for my idealized version of you. I’ll never regret loving you in all the ways friends and best friends love each other, but I will always kick myself for ruining what we had with the love I should have never pushed. I wanted you to love me back so much because you saw and knew every part of me; and if you could love me maybe that meant the right person could learn to love me too. 

I truly believe you taught me more about life, love and friendship than any book, tv show, song, or movie you ever showed me or I ever found on me own combined. I would get lost in all of the media you would present me. A glimpse into how you felt, or maybe thought about me. (Gosh, the way I felt the day you told me you thought about me when it came to the song Odd One - Sick Puppies) I would learn every story and knew every lyric because you said it meant something to you, and I wanted to mean something to you too. Forever. I didn’t wanna lose the friendship that told me “Hey, I love you for your flaws. I understand that you’re learning new things about yourself and I wanna be there to learn about them too. You’re not alone.”

The day I knew our friendship was over, to never be the same, hurt more than not realizing that my 21st birthday was one of the last days I smiled when I thought about you. I remember it so clearly. We were roommates and you took me to Genghis Grill. I don’t remember much about the lunch, but I remember you paid and that being one of the first times you had ever done that for me. Taylor Swift’s 1989 came out that day, and I had bought the album and we were in your car listening to “Blank Space” just jamming. 

I don’t know why I am writing this part, maybe because Taylor Swift and Genghis Grill will never not remind me of you. I want to analyze lyrics with you again. I want to send songs that means so much to us back and forth. I want my friend back, but I know I’m the reason we fell. I’m the reason we fell, and I can’t quite seem to convince myself that I wasn’t the only one who pushed the other off the tightrope of our friendship. 

I think losing you gradually instead of all of a sudden hurt most of all. You were still there every day at home, at school. I still yearned to be wanted in your life, but I knew it was hurting too much to try to force my self in to the life you had built in this city before you invited me to come and I showed up. I wanted so bad for you to want me around, and I wanted the knowledge that you were going a little crazy knowing we were floating away. 

Your graduation party was the last thing I thought I would have been invited too, and when I saw the invitation I was shocked! I felt as though we were too far away, I had this new life and fiancé, and those two worlds had never collided. It was fun though. I showed up to your childhood home, where so many of my memories took place. Your sister’s jumped in my arms the second I showed up, almost like it was normal. Thinking back on it now, I think that was the best and worst feeling. Because losing you meant I lost my second family. The family that took me in, and loved me as one of their own. Who made me feel seen and cared for. And I think that hurts most of all. 

Now after all this rambling, I know that if I were to see you tomorrow I would be as happy as I was when we were teenagers. I know we would run and hug each other in the way in which we wouldn’t let go. We would talk and catch up as if it hasn’t been 4 years since we last saw each other. I know all these things, but I also know I would be scared that my heart would remember our friendship and the longing for the past would come back. (Which is stupid because we aren’t those teenagers anymore)

All I know and will always know is that I will never regret meeting you. I will never regret giving you my all and putting my everything in to our friendship. I learned more in the 8 years you were my best friend than I had in the last 7 years without you. You may never read this, but I like to think that if you did you would remember the good things. And that maybe out friendship affected you too. 

Thank you to who you were and who you have become. Because of you I am me. And that’s the greatest gift you have ever given me.  

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