#I'M WRITING ONE OF MY REPLIES FOR DJ

[botanikos]

[ PANICS ]

[notapradagurl7]

Familiar Face. Pt. 1

Black Fem! Plus Size Reader x Francis.

Summary: In the early 90s where you grew up in the Scarborough district of Toronto, Ontario in a housing complex, it was Saturday night and your opted for a night at a popular dance club with your best friends, Gia and Naomi. Seeing that familiar handsome face again named Franics.

A/N: here is a cute mini-series for Francis, Aaron looked so damn fine in this movie, his muscles whew!😩 enjoy. 😌don’t forget to reblog, comment and like to support, remember don’t be afraid to send in a request they’re always open. Let me know if you want to be added to the Taglist of this mini series.

Warnings: sensual dancing, jealousy, life in the early 90s, fluff, brave reader, kissing, mention of violence, short fic, cursing, shy!Francis, soft!Francis.

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Smooth R&B playing on your radio that rested on your dresser, you walked over to it, your fingers turning the knob. Turning it off, allowing the silence in the room.

The walls of the room were painted beige, remaining you of your office job so you decorated it with posters of Mary J. Bilge, Tupac, SWV, Faith Evans and Brandy, your personal favorite: Janet Jackson.

You even painted a heart on the wall when you were six, making it feel more like home.

You looked at your full-length mirror for the umpteenth time, with your light pink dress, the soft fabric hugged your curves perfectly, and small gold hoop earrings dangled from your ears.

Until your friends Naomi and Gia barged into your bedroom like they paid your mama’s rent, making you spin around.

You’ve tried on a bunch of dresses and you thought none of them looked right, you were proud of your curves, and loved every single one.

It was only your nervousness trying to get the best of you, your brown hair was styled in a curly pixie cut, showing your pretty face, brown eyes, and your dark brown skin.

It was only midnight, in Scarborough district of Toronto, Ontario in the housing complex.

“Y/N, are you done yet?”Naomi asked with an annoyed tone, her brown skin glowed prettily underneath the lights.

“I'm ready, now. Thanks ladies for waiting, damn,” You replied sarcastically, walking out with them.

Naomi waved you off with a smirk, gently taking your head and walking out of the room, heading for the front door. The living room was silent which meant your mom was working on her night shift at the hospital.

“Girl, you just want to look fine as hell for your man, Francis hm?” Naomi teased, a sing-song hum left her lips.

“I'm looking fine as hell for myself, Naomi. I'm already sneaking out of my mom’s apartment but ugh..” You mumbled nervously.

You and your friends were clearly adult women, but your mom was quite protective; she allowed you to enjoy yourselves while ensuring your safety.

Your nerves swell in your stomach, and you exhale to calm yourself down. You loved to dance since you were a kid, it would take you to another place, and relieve stress from your job.

The three of you hurried your way out of the apartment with quickness, looking both ways while your shoes clicked on the macaroon cream tile floors with shapes in the color of chocolate brown and red.

You were going out of your mom’s apartment to go out to the new dancing club where Francis was the owner and DJ of it. You needed a break from work, after working that shift.

The three of you hurried to the elevator, laughter still lingering in the air as Naomi eagerly pressed the button. With a soft whirring sound, the doors slid shut, and the elevator descended rapidly toward the main room.

As it opened and three of you walked out of it, you caught sight of the desk manager at her station—Terri, as her name tag revealed—who appeared to be lost in a deep slumber.

Her brown skin glistened softly under the overhead lights, and a small pool of drool created at the corner of her lips, her curls pooling around her face. Her blazer, slightly rumpled, seemed to suggest a long shift.

You've met Francis and his brother Michael, a bunch of times but it was actually outside his dance club when you were nervous to walk in. Everyone knew who he was, he was popular when started this club, playing the music that lifted their spirits.

Music brought black people to a place where they could escape from their worlds, the pain, the struggle. It felt like freedom.

He had been interested in you for quite a while but was too anxious to approach you. Your dancing captivated him, and you chose to talk to Francis.

“So close, I don't want to be fucking late!” Gia exclaimed with a panting breath.

“We won't be late, I drive too damn fast!” Naomi replied back, running alongside her.

He had a mother who worked at the same hospital like your mom, sons of Caribbean immigrants, and a friend named Jelly.

On the way over, the three of you settled inside the car and peeled away from the building, you exhaled softly while your back rested into the backseat.

As the car finally pulled up to the small building, small windows spanned across with the vibrant colors of red, blue, green, and yellow lights filtering through them.

The three of you finally walked out of the car, slamming the door and running toward the front door, Naomi opened it while the three of you walked inside.

Once you stepped inside, the room was brimming with black people dancing to the dancehall music pulsating through the walls, the three of you walked through the crowd.

“There’s your man, Francis,” Gia whispered with a smirk, nudging your shoulder.

Hearing those words, you glanced up at him; he was incredibly fine, his muscles flexing as he picked up the box of vinyl records and set it down on the box in the corner.

Francis walked back to Jelly and gave the man some dap, smiling before he turned around to face you. "There she is," he said to himself.

There he stood behind the DJ table, his fawn light skin glistening under the deep red light. Jelly looked your way, his lip fell into a frown, jealousy washing over him.

Jelly had a secret crush on Francis but kept his feelings to himself, he knew that women would always flock to Francis.

The praise, the playful winks, his physical appearance, but he decided to be with someone else, he remained friends Francis but still he saw the way he looked at you, with love.

Francis wore a red fishnet tank top that showed off his chiseled chest and matching pants, a necklace with beads around his neck, shoes and his green-blueish eyes locked with your brown ones. The vein in his arms protruded.

Fuck, he was fine as hell.

He circled the DJ turn table, and walked through the crowd while your friends moved toward the table with two black men who you weren't familiar with.

“What’s up, Y/N? You look beautiful,” he greeted with a grin on his face.

“Hey, Francis, thanks.” you smiled, trying to keep your cool despite your heart racing.

You gazed at him; he remained quiet, as if he wanted to speak.

You thought it was cute that he was the one feeling nervous while you felt the same way.

“I didn't you were so shy, Francis.” You teased while raising a brow.

He chuckled lightly as if he were to play it off, but you could definitely tell. “Shy? Nah, I just didn’t want to embarrass my damn self in front of the queen of the dance floor,” he replied, grinning as he gestured to the crowd.

“Dancing is easy, you feel the rhythm, and just move. It’s cute when you are nervous around me but you don't have to be, let’s go,” You replied back, your hand gesturing to the dance floor.

As Mary J Blige’s “Share My World” began to play, he gently took your hand to the middle of the dance floor, he wrapped his arms around your waist while you wrapped your arms around his, laying your head into his chest.

Both of your bodies swaying gently, and your hands gradually move up and down his back, bodies pressed so close to each other.

“Am I holding you too tight?” Francis asked gently, laying his chin on your head.

“No, you're good. It feels nice to be close to you like this. Honestly, I wish I wasn't so nervous,” You brought up, lightly chuckling.

It felt so right to be in his arms, the scent of his dark cherry and woodsy cologne invaded your nose. Your thumb swiped over the veins of his arms, he felt so warm.

You moved your head away from his chest, as he lifted his head. Making you miss the warmth of him already, but still, you were so close.

“I know you said don't be nervous around you, but I am nervous. You drive me wild, when you smile, you dance. You capture everyone’s attention, even my attention,” Francis confessed to you, his voice was serious yet soft.

Francis gently pulled you away to face you forward, making you think his dick was hard from holding you close, as if he was about to explode. You didn't want to ask him that, your fantasies of him already did a number on you.

“That's why I wanted to say that I really like you, and I want to be with you, will you be my girl?” Francis asked in a romantic tone, lifting your chin.

“Yes I will, and I like you too Francis,” You exclaimed with a smile, nodding at him.

The both of you leaned in close, his plump lips pressed against yours. They were soft and had the taste of mint gum lingering on them. You kissed him back tenderly, your hand cupped his face to keep him still.

You could hear your friends cheering you on while both of you pulled away and kissed twice, "Would you a drink?"

"Yes I would,"

Francis pushed a dollar across the table to the bartender while skillfully preparing the drink and picking up the cocktail glasses.

It turned a peach orange pink-ish, She delicately placed red cherries onto the tiny skewers and set them on the coasters.

"Thanks,"

You both took your drinks and raised them for a toast, but Francis lowered his to match yours. You laughed while he smirked, momentarily forgetting his height—he could have been a stunning Greek God in another life.

“Here’s to us, making memories and being together this summer,” He declared with pride, smirking at you.

“I'll toast to that,” You grinned, nodding.

You clinked your glass with him, taking a sip of the tangy drink and biting the cherry off the small wooden stick and you placed it on the table.

Your friends Gia and Naomi playfully winked at you, while you rolled your eyes. “I love them but they get on my nerves sometimes,”

“I got the same friends like that too,” Francis nodded with a chuckle, a rumbling sound that made your clit jump.

The mood was right between you, as the song changed to Janet Jackson, “Anytime, Anyplace,”

You knew it wasn't the drink, but he took your hand and kissed your front palm, looking into your eyes deeply, his lips curled up into a mischievous smirk.

“I don't mind taking it slow,” Francis said, his voice raised an octave.

“Me either, I like it slow too,” You replied back, smiling back. Feeling the heat rush into your cheeks.

Before you could respond, your eye flickered toward the clock and it was 12:00, you damn near froze. It was time for you to leave and head home, your mom was going to be home at this time.

“Oh shit! I have to go, I'll talk to you later Francis,” You exclaimed with urgency, sprinting away.

Your hand slipped away from his as if it were in slow motion, it made him miss the warmth from your hand. “I'll see you soon Y/N, be safe,” he replied, waving goodbye.

You hurried your way toward your friends who stood at the front door, and stepped out into the night with quickness.

After that, Francis stood there in the dancing crowd. His lips fell into a frown but he knew he would see you again, tomorrow.

He didn't want to mess this relationship up with you, despite the violence and police brutality that lurked in the corner of the city. Francis wanted to protect you from it all, he wanted this with you to be perfect.

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[moviestarmartini]

carseat backseat. — jude bellingham x reader x brahim díaz.

pairing: jude bellingham x latina!reader x brahim díaz.

summary: your girls' night out soon turned into a party of one. good news though, the two men over at the private booth were looking for the perfect opportunity to approach you. and they're looking to get out of that club fast.

wc: 3.2k

warnings: nsfw (+18 mdni), mentions and consumption of alcohol, basic sentences in spanish (as per usual on this blog tbh), PERREO !!!! , car sex (i'm romanticizing it tbh), soft doms!jude & brahim, marking, praise, light degrading, oral sex (f & m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (twice rip), needy mfs, use of petnames, light manhandling, strangers hooking up tbh. if i missed anything lmk.

A/N: this was wild to write which is why i think it took me so long to finish !!! i mentioned it previously but i lowk picture them in a tuned chevy tahoe and not a limo but that might be irrelevant. reblogs & feedback are always appreciated babes xx enjoy

now playing . . . chulo pt.2 by bad gyal, tokischa & young miko / partition by beyoncé

Betrayed. 

You were currently feeling betrayed. Your girlfriends all abandoned you, with cheap excuses or promising hookups that surged throughout the night. You could’ve been on your way to get down and busy too, but you had standards. You sat at the bar, thinking what you should order before a margarita came your way. You curled up a brow at the bartender, who just replied: “The young men by that booth noticed you like tequila.” 

You frowned at the plural, taking a short sip of the peculiar-shaped glass before looking around. At a private booth full of couples making out and grinding on each other, you could easily recognize two pairs of eyes looking right back at you. With a confident smile, you raise your glass towards them before taking another sip, thinking that would be the end of it. 

You hummed in approval at both the taste of the tequila-based drink and the music the DJ was playing, before feeling a presence standing next to you. It was the shortest of the men who had bought you a drink, with light stubble that covered up his jaw and upper lip area. “¿Qué tal, bonita? ¿Te gustó el trago?” He was dangerously close, but you didn’t find the closeness uncomfortable. 

“How did you know I liked tequila?” You laughed, throwing your hair back. Brahim joined in, and he couldn’t ignore the way your face lightened up. His lips parted in amusement, watching your every move. The way you crossed your thighs, and how badly he wanted to pry them open. 

“How wouldn’t someone like you have my attention all night?” Brahim’s voice came as something similar to a coo, reaching forward to tuck a strand behind your ear. Suddenly, you felt your whole face heating up. “I’m Brahim, a pleasure.” You introduced yourself in the same fashion, not long after perking up at the song that started playing, its opening letters sparking interest. “Lovely to meet you, ¿Vamos?” He pointed to the packed dance floor with his head, offering you his hand. 

Taking down the rest or the drink you hopped off the bar stool, taking his hand gladly and into the dance floor. From your experience with Europeans, they were not the most dexterous dancers, standing still and looking up at the ceiling with their hands on your hips. The man only saved himself by the fact you loved the song and he bought you a drink, the least you owed him was a dance. 

But oh you were so wrong. 

Brahim gripped his hands on the soft skin of your hips, every once in a while controlling the circular motions you produced, while also grinding back against your ass. It only motivated you further, hearing him curse under his breath. “Joder… qué perreo el tuyo, princesa.” You chuckled a little at his reaction, biting on your bottom lip. The tension only grew when he spun you around, dancing face to face, your nose brushing against his. 

Before you could take the dip and cut the distance— his cologne had been clouding your senses, mind fuzzy with the growing sexual tension— he twirled you around yet again, your eyes landing directly on a chest. You tilted your head up to meet the eyes of the man she identified sitting next to Brahim earlier. 

“Fancy sharing her, bro?” He addressed Brahim, but his eyes didn’t tear away from yours. “All ours, Jude.” You heard the other reply as he inched closer. The words echoed in your mind, goosebumps forming up your arms. The man you now knew as Jude took both your hands, pulling them upwards and to rest around his neck as he joined the two of you dancing. 

The tension between the three of you was something you’ve never felt before, Brahim’s nose brushing against your neck and the way Jude stared you down made your knees weak. But the song came to an end, the DJ transitioning to a whole different genre. But that didn’t stop Jude from closing the distance and kissing you, your eyes falling shut instantly. A gasp left your lips the minute you felt another pair on your neck, leaving slow pecks.  

“Why don’t we get out of here?” Jude proposed, his lips still grazing yours. You nodded, and Brahim scooped your hand in his as he practically dragged you away from the dancing bodies, and Jude followed suit with your hands linked together. 

The flashing lights drowned the ambiance, and as you thought of the situation and what could be ahead, you smiled to yourself. If patience was the road to wisdom, you sure felt ninety years older. Maybe your friends jumping off the boat was a blessing in disguise— you deduced as you exited the club through the back. You squinted a little, your eyes already used to the strobe lighting of the club. 

Click. 

Jude stepped in front of you, covering his mouth to speak as a black large car rolled up. “Cover your face for me, baby.” He advised as Brahim opened the door for you, hopping in behind you, Jude looking at the source of the camera with a straight face before sliding inside the car. He gave instructions to the driver, giving him a large bill to… mind his own business apparently, as a partition was rolled up.

“You owe me a kiss,” Brahim complained after not even two seconds of silence, brushing his nose against your cheek. You couldn’t help but giggle as he roughly drew you into his lap, taking your lips hostage in his. While Jude’s affections earlier were soft and careful, Brahim seemed eager; but it still wasn’t his hand grazing the skin of your inner thigh, making your legs part open. Your mini skirt rode up, and you noticed how Brahim pulled it even further to rest at your lower waist. A hum of approval rang through the moving vehicle, and as Jude’s hand inched closer to your core, you shivered.

Brahim groaned at the sudden movement, parting ways with your lips to settle down your neck, Jude taking the same initiative. You moaned softly, jerking your hips. Him, in response, bit into your neck, his fingers delving into the soft skin of your hips. Getting that much attention was overwhelming, and you fell drunk on it. They really worshiped you, lips slowly making their way down, the moans rewarding the men for their good work. 

Jude parted first, his finger grazing the soft fabric of your underwear. “We’ve got you so wet,” He cooed, taking your cheeks and turning your head to look at him. He dissected your reaction as his hand just shoved the panties to a side and he took a dip to test your wetness. A light smirk tugged on his face as he watched your lips part in a tiny gasp. 

“Turn her a bit towards me, mate.” Jude instructed Brahim, who was busy painting hematomas on your neck. He nodded with the same devilish shine on his eyes, shifting a little so you would both face him. “What do you want, babe? You look a bit bothered,” He freighted innocence, a chuckle rung from behind you. 

You became even more embarrassed; how easy your body queues were to them. “Touch me,” You replied with a certain fortitude in your voice, when your eyes were dripping with need. Brahim watched you, lips slightly parted, and just smiled. He gave Jude a nod, who didn’t waste any time in sinking a finger into your wetness. You couldn’t help but throw your head back with a groan, finding rest in Brahim’s shoulder. 

Jude didn’t find any pleasure in easing it into you, fixing a steady pace that would have you writhing in no time. You noticed Brahim getting harder under your ass, the movements clearly getting him off. He still didn’t budge, instead hooking a finger on the strap of your blouse and tugging it off the way slowly before kissing the area. 

Your moans were breathy, as if you were a fish out of water, your hand reaching back to brush Brahim’s hair out of the way, his light beard tickling the back of your shoulder. You could also feel his hand sliding down your torso, his ring and middle finger soon finding a home at your throbbing clit. You noticed through almost closed eyes that Jude licked his lips and slid another digit in, picking up the pace. 

“You like that, princesa? Wanna cum?” Brahim brushed your hair back. You did your best to affirm between babbles, but the built up was rapid and dangerous. “You can do it, you’re so good for us.” Jude confirmed with praise, and you couldn’t have stopped the orgasm even if you wanted to. Your moans filled up the space, legs trembling as they both slowed down and worked you through it. 

Jude took his fingers out and started licking them, never breaking eye contact. Instead, he reached out to pull you into a kiss. His hand cupped your jaw with ease, as you sloppily made out. You could taste yourself in his tongue, “What a pretty mess we have here.” He stroked your cheekbone as the car came to a halt. The driver simply left the vehicle and both men checked through the tinted foggy windows their surroundings. They were at the hotel they requested, at the underground parking level that looked as though no one had been there in years. 

Perfect. 

You came to the same conclusion they did, now pulling Jude back into a kiss, your hands unbuttoning his shirt. But at the same time you reached back and pulled Brahim closer to do the same, with a bit of his help. Jude watched as you cupped his boner through the dress pants, letting a small surprised groan. He’d been so busy pleasuring you he didn’t realize how needy he was himself. 

“I want to taste you.” Brahim whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. Trying to think of an arrangement, an idea quickly rose to your head before it was occupied with the toned bodies of the shirtless men on either side of you. “You will, I promise,” You gave him a peck before giving your attention back to Jude, kissing down his torso as you got on your knees still on the car seat. 

You heard Brahim sigh as you unbuttoned the other’s pants, Jude himself helping you lower his underwear to give his hard cock some space to breathe. You didn’t waste any time, licking the pre-cum that rolled down the tip before wrapping your hand around the girth and stroking it shortly. It didn’t take long for you to slowly slide it inside your mouth, Jude’s hand reaching to rest on the crown of your head with a groan leaving his lips. 

Brahim didn’t seem to want to interrupt your work, but as you got into it, you felt the familiar hook of his fingers; this time around the waistband of your panties. He slid them down before a thumb stroked down your wet slit. But the slow-paced affections didn’t last long as he pressed his flat tongue to pick up all the slick and go straight to town on you. You started to struggle keeping your mouth and hand at a good pace, moans muffled with the thick cock stuffed in your mouth. 

“Don’t stop,” Jude warned between groans, the grip in your hair tightening. The oral fixation seemed to be pushing him over the edge, in the same situation you found yourself in. 

That was, until Brahim stopped. 

You couldn’t even find the time to complain, to ask him for more; some shuffling filling the suffocating air before a leaking tip grazed your sloppy slit, all soaked with your arousal. You arched your back, pushing back against the friction. Both men snickered between themselves, Brahim still teasing you with the tip of his hard dick. 

“You really want it, don’t you?” He cooed, his teasing actions still going further by pushing himself onto your entrance, but never making it fully inside. Instead of responding, you concentrated on giving your best affections, catching him off guard. 

“Bro— fuck, do it.” Jude gave him the approval, clearly taking your enthusiasm into his pleasure as encouragement for the other man to satisfy you. Brahim sighed, lining himself properly with your entrance before burying his length inside you. 

The groans that came out of your throat were gutural, full of lust. “You feel so good…” He exclaimed, throwing his head back, still getting used to the feel. He wasn’t the lengthiest, but the sheer girth made up for it. His hands gripped hard on the dough of your hips, tightening as he bounced your body against his in the same fashion you were doing earlier at the club. 

You couldn’t help but arch your back even lower, doing your best to continue with your hard labor as Brahim set a relentless pace. You’d come to notice he was the most anxious one, yearning to take you as yours. But it seemed to be rubbing off on the other man, his long fingers gripping your hair with certain force. He thrusted hard enough to rock the car at the movement of his hips, enough to have Jude controlling your mouth, choking on his length. 

The scene was straight out of the craziest adult film, but you knew that if you weren’t the one experiencing it, it wouldn’t be as hot. “Cum, baby. Come on.” Brahim encouraged, smacking your ass loudly; you were so fixated on pleasing the other man you didn’t even realize how close you were to your second release of the night. It knocked the air out of your lungs, saliva stuck with a guttural groan as the sensitive tip hit the back of your throat. 

“Squeeze my cock like that— mierda, así, yes!” You could make out from riding down the tidal wave your orgasm brought, still stroking Jude’s cock while you took a breather to let out all the scandalous moans, letting the small tears run and ruin your mascara a little. 

By the stutter on Brahim’s hips you noticed he was going to finish right then and there, only bouncing your hips back in the same fashion you were doing in no less than half an hour ago at the dance floor.

It took him a moment to recover, heavy breathing overshadowing the sloppy blowjob. He pulled out, looking back to watch the cum dripping out your whole. “Jude,” Brahim looked at him with a heavy breath. “Look at this. Look how perfect our pussy looks pumped of my cum,” 

You whined at the sheer force the Spanish national manhandled you to show you off like a prize, and with this new angle you noticed a hint of pride in his voice. Jude’s seeming examination took a moment, even though you could hear the slick noise your leftover saliva made as he stroked his cock. 

“I think it’s missing something…” Jude pondered, rising to his knees before pushing himself inside you. With a loud moan of surprise your knees couldn’t hold anymore, collapsing onto your stomach. Your head rested on Brahim’s thick thigh, and he soothed you through the first few instances with praise. Now it was his turn to be the doting one, brushing your hair back and talking you through it. “You’re taking it so well.” 

“Suck him off, babe. He’s getting hard for witnessing how much of a good pretty slut you are for us,” Jude ordered, pulling your hips back up to pound into you shamelessly. The command wasn’t a problem, mind so cockdrunk you could do whatever they asked of you. 

Jude still helped you up so you could get to the task at hand, but Brahim dipped lower to link his lips with yours tenderly, contrasting the constant sound of skin coming into contact. As you made out, you took the chance to stroke his cock, still soaked with your fluids. He seemed to be melting onto the seat, still sensitive from the previous orgasm. Breaking away and trying to manage your moans as best as you could, your tongue licked up the prominent vein up the underside, before wrapping your lips around the soft tip. 

You fluttered your lashes up at him, finding him cute with his parted lips. But it was Jude who picked your hair back and motivated you straight into the action, sounds of pleasure now coming from both men. Brahim writhed under you, while Jude had you squirming. 

“Ah, fuck, fuck,” Jude whined, trying to finish on the same pace but being unable to do so. Your walls squeezed him dry deliciously, and he leaned to press his chest against your back to reach around and draw circular motions on your overstimulated clit. “Just one more, okay baby? You can do it,” He encouraged, at the same time you tore yourself away from blowing Brahim to breathe and moan out freely. 

“Perfect girl,” Brahim cooed as Jude slowed down, helping you ride down the wave your release represented. Jude pulled out, now standing back to admire his load leaking straight out of you. But now it was his turn to help you onto his lap, holding you close. 

“You did so well,” Jude hummed, caressing your cheeks, cleaning the dried mascara. Brahim scooted over, brushing your hair back with his hands and pressing the tiniest, most playful kisses over your bare shoulders. With a gentle hand, Jude turned your head in his direction and locked his lips with your own, slightly swollen and adapting a redder tone. It was tender, calm. Brahim followed, matching the same energy. 

It was strange how both men had that duality to them; going from being completely hands on and greedy with your body, to soothing you with the sweetest touches. “We didn’t even make it to the hotel room…” You joked, the two of them joining in the lazy laugh. 

“It’s barely one in the morning.” Brahim brushed his nose against your cheek, in the same way he demanded a kiss earlier. You noticed him and Jude shared a look before looking back at you. 

“Round two?” They proposed in unison. Still, their voices and expressions didn’t give any hint of obligation, just curiosity. You knew you could reject them and they would understand completely. 

And that only captivated you further. 

“Round two.” You confirmed with a nod and a wink, getting yourself together to at least spend a minute or so at the hotel lobby. As you all entered and confirmed the booking, it seemed that their infatuation with you only grew; Brahim couldn’t tear himself away from your side while Jude couldn’t stop looking back at you with a certain glimmer in his eyes. 

You knew this was bound to be a long night. The biggest comfort though? That you knew you were going to wake up the next morning held securely by two pairs of strong arms.

[skateordiebitch]

okayy i have a request that may be a little messy but hear me out: you and dom spend a night together but dont exchange any info at all, you just know each others names (maybe not even that) because you both just wanted a one night thing

but afterwards he cant stop thinking about you and tries to find you but has no idea how, until you start meeting each other in random places idk, maybe hes not even famous in this one just a normal guy idk about the rest lol

btw i love the way you write dom

FOR THE FIRST TIME || D.F x reader

'and i'm not trying to forget her just understand how i'll be feeling on that day it's just like seeing her for the first time again'

word count: 4.1k

summary: dominic can't stop thinking about you after a one night stand. you guys don't know a thing about each other... but, the universe works in mysterious ways.

a/n: I'M BACK Y'ALL. I PROMISE. i just worked for three weeks straight and now that black friday's over... i'm back in business, baby! this one is inspired by the prompt (obviously) and 'for the first time' by mac demarco. so cuteeee aaaa this is lowkey how me and my ex girlfriend got together ssshhhhhh anyways

The neon lights outside the bar glowed faintly in the humid night air, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the sidewalk. You didn’t know why you’d come out tonight, only that you needed something to shake up the monotony of your week.

Inside, the music pulsed loudly, a mix of bass-heavy tracks and the low hum of laughter and conversation.

You spotted him almost instantly—leaning casually against the bar, nursing a drink with a disarmingly relaxed demeanor. 

His tousled hair framed his face in a way that made it seem like he hadn’t tried at all, but somehow, it worked. His eyes scanned the room lazily until they locked with yours, catching you mid-sip of your drink.

Dominic didn’t know what drew him to you. 

Maybe it was the way you didn’t seem interested in the crowd around you, or the way you caught his gaze and didn’t immediately look away. Whatever it was, he found himself abandoning his spot at the bar and walking toward you without really thinking.

“Hey,” he said, his voice smooth but with just a hint of hesitation, as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing.

“Hey yourself,” you replied, setting your glass down and arching an eyebrow at him.

He smiled, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. “You look like you don’t want to be here any more than I do.”

You let out a soft laugh. “That obvious?”

“Only to someone who feels the same.” He tilted his head toward the bar. “Can I get you another drink?”

The hours that followed felt like a blur of conversation and laughter. You didn’t know his name, and he didn’t ask for yours. It wasn’t like the usual small talk at bars—this was different. 

Easy. 

You talked about the music, joked about the questionable dance moves of a guy near the DJ booth, and exchanged just enough personal details to feel connected without giving too much away.

By the time you left together, the night was cool and quiet, a sharp contrast to the energy of the bar. 

Neither of you said much as you walked, the tension between you crackling like static.

His apartment was small but clean, the kind of place that told you he didn’t spend much time there. You kicked off your shoes at the door, and he watched you with an amused smile as you glanced around.

“No judgment,” he said, shrugging. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

You grinned. “It’s fine. I wasn’t expecting to end up here either.”

And then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft at first, almost tentative, but it didn’t stay that way for long. The rest of the night passed in a haze of heat and tangled sheets, two strangers lost in a moment they both knew wouldn’t last.

By the time Dominic woke up, sunlight was streaming through the blinds, cutting through the room in soft streaks. The spot beside him was empty, the sheets cool to the touch.

He sat up, blinking groggily, and looked around. No note, no number. Just the faint scent of your perfume lingering in the air.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “Well, okay then,” he muttered to himself, trying to brush off the pang of disappointment.

But as the day went on, he found himself replaying the night over and over. 

He didn’t even know your name, and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about you—the way you’d laughed at his jokes, the way your eyes sparkled under the dim light, the way you’d looked at him like you really saw him.

He told himself it was nothing, that it didn’t matter. 

But it didn’t help.

A Week Later

Dominic tried to move on. He went out with friends, threw himself into work, and even started picking up old hobbies he’d long abandoned. 

He told himself he was fine, that one night didn’t matter. 

But no matter how much he tried to distract himself, the thought of you crept in at the most unexpected moments.

He would be in line at the grocery store and swear he caught a whiff of your perfume. Or he’d see someone in the crowd with your hair, your posture, your laugh, and his heart would lurch—only to feel that same sting of disappointment when it wasn’t you.

Even his friends noticed.

“You’ve been weird lately,” one of them pointed out during a game night at his apartment. They were all sitting on the floor, empty pizza boxes scattered around, the soft murmur of a playlist filling the silence between rounds of conversation.

“I’m not being weird,” Dominic replied, but his tone was sharp, defensive, betraying his unease.

“You are,” another friend chimed in, eyeing him curiously. “You’ve been spacing out for weeks. You keep staring off like you’re in a damn music video or something.”

Dominic scoffed, tossing a pillow at them. “I’m not doing that.”

“Yes, you are,” the first friend pressed. “What’s going on? Is it work? Family? Girl problems?”

At that, Dominic froze for half a second before shrugging it off. “It’s nothing,” he said, trying to sound casual as he took a sip of his drink.

But it wasn’t nothing.

It was you.

Dominic’s mind kept circling back to the way you’d looked at him that night—like he was someone worth knowing, worth trusting, even if just for a fleeting moment.

He remembered the sound of your laugh, the softness in your voice when you spoke, and the way your lips had felt against his.

He hated how ridiculous it all sounded. You were a stranger. He didn’t even know your name. And yet, the memory of you lingered like an unfinished song stuck in his head.

“You look like you’re plotting something,” one of his friends teased as Dominic stared at the ceiling later that night, the party winding down around him.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just—” He stopped himself, shaking his head.

“It’s just what?”

Dominic hesitated, his friends now watching him with interest. “You ever meet someone who feels… important, even though you barely know them?”

The room went quiet for a beat.

“Like a soulmate thing?” one of them asked, smirking.

Dominic rolled his eyes. “No. I don’t believe in that crap.”

“But you’re thinking about her,” another friend said knowingly.

He didn’t respond. 

What was there to say? That he’d spent weeks replaying a single night with someone he’d never see again? That he’d started scouring random bars on his nights off, hoping to spot you, even though he knew how unlikely it was?

It sounded insane.

Because it was insane.

Still, late at night, when the world was quiet and his mind wandered, Dominic couldn’t help but feel like your paths weren’t done crossing yet.

Maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe it was something more.

All he knew was that he couldn’t forget you. And he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

—

You on the other hand— You told yourself it was fine after that night. Normal, even. People had one-night stands all the time, didn’t they? It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. 

You didn’t even know his name, for God’s sake.

It was ridiculous.

But as the days turned into weeks, you found yourself replaying the night in your head far more often than you wanted to admit. 

Little details kept creeping in when you least expected them: the way he’d laughed softly at something you’d said, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at you, the fleeting brush of his hand against your cheek before he kissed you like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.

It wasn’t just the physical part of it that stuck with you, though that was unforgettable in its own right—it was everything else. 

The way he’d listened when you talked, like he actually cared, like every word mattered. The way he’d held you after, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your skin as if he didn’t want to let go.

You hated how your mind kept circling back to him, hated how you couldn’t even step into your favorite coffee shop without secretly hoping to see him standing at the counter. 

It was maddening.

“Earth to you,” your friend said, snapping their fingers in front of your face as you sat across from them at a cafe. “You’ve been staring at the same page of that menu for ten minutes.”

You blinked, shaking yourself out of the fog. “Sorry. I’m just… distracted.”

“Clearly.” They raised an eyebrow, smirking. “What’s his name?”

“There’s no ‘his,’” you lied quickly, but your face betrayed you, and they weren’t buying it.

“Come on,” they teased. “You’ve got that look. Spill.”

You sighed, knowing there was no way out. “It was just a one-night thing. We didn’t even exchange names. It’s not a big deal.”

Their eyes widened. “Okay, mysterious stranger. And now you’re... what? yearning over him?”

“I’m not yearning,” you insisted, even though it felt like a lie. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about him. It’s so stupid.”

“Not stupid,” they said, their teasing tone softening. “Just human. Maybe it was a really good night.”

“It was,” you admitted, almost shyly. “But it’s not like I’m going to see him again. It’s pointless.”

They shrugged, sipping their coffee. “You never know. The world works in weird ways.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the flicker of hope that their words sparked in you.

Later that night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, your mind betrayed you again. 

You remembered the way he’d smiled at you, crooked and a little shy, like he couldn’t believe his luck. 

The way his voice had sounded—low and soft, with just a hint of a laugh when he’d made some dumb joke that still managed to make you smile. The way his presence had made you feel, like for a few hours, the rest of the world didn’t exist.

You groaned, throwing an arm over your face. 

“Get over it,” you muttered to yourself, but it was no use. 

He was there in your mind, as vivid as the night you’d spent together, and you knew he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

—

Dominic wasn’t even supposed to be at the coffee shop that day.

He’d spilled coffee on his shirt at work and decided to stop for a fresh cup during his lunch break, grumbling the whole way about his clumsiness.

The warm scent of roasted coffee greeted him as he stepped inside. He barely glanced at the menu—he already knew his order. 

But as he waited in line, something else caught his attention.

A scent.

It wasn’t the usual mix of espresso and baked goods that filled the shop. This was different—soft, warm, and familiar. A subtle floral and citrus blend that instantly sent his mind spiraling back to that night weeks ago.

His chest tightened as he tried to brush off the thought. There was no way. It was just a coincidence. 

People wore similar perfumes all the time, right?

But then, someone brushed past him, murmuring a distracted “Sorry,” and the air shifted.

The scent grew stronger. He heard a laugh that was all too familiar.

Dominic froze. His head turned, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you.

You were at the counter, your back to him, rummaging through your bag as you spoke to the barista. 

For a moment, all he could do was stare, his heart thudding in his chest.

Was it you? Could it actually be you?

His gaze lingered, tracing the curve of your profile as you turned slightly to hand the barista some cash. Recognition hit him like a jolt of electricity. It wasn’t just the perfume—it was the way you carried yourself, the tilt of your head, the cadence of your voice.

It was you.

He stepped forward instinctively, his heart pounding, but stopped short as doubt crept in. 

What would he even say? He didn’t know your name, didn’t know anything about you beyond that one night. 

For all he knew, you wouldn’t even remember him.

But he couldn’t walk away, not now.

Dominic stayed rooted in place, watching as you waited for your drink. The moment your name wasn’t called—only the number on your receipt—he realized the universe was playing a cruel joke. 

Of course, the one thing he needed to know was the one thing you hadn’t shared.

You turned, drink in hand, and Dominic’s breath caught as your eyes swept the room, landing on him briefly before moving on.

For a split second, your expression shifted—just the faintest flicker of recognition. But you looked away just as quickly, heading toward a corner table with your phone in hand.

Dominic hesitated, his mind racing.

Should he say something? Could he?

The scent lingered in the air as you passed, tugging at his resolve. Without thinking, he followed, stopping a few feet away from your table.

“Hey,” he said, his voice tentative, his heart hammering in his chest.

You glanced up, startled, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow.

“It’s... you,” Dominic said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your brows knit together in confusion at first, but then your eyes widened slightly, your lips parting as the realization hit.

“It’s you,” you echoed, the words soft, almost disbelieving.

Dominic felt a rush of relief and something else—something warm and unsteady that he couldn’t quite name.

For weeks, he’d thought about you, about this moment, and now that it was here, he had no idea what to say.

The two of you found yourselves outside the coffee shop, sitting side by side on a worn wooden bench. 

The world around you bustled with the usual midday energy—cars passing, the chatter of patrons walking in and out of the shop—but it felt oddly quiet between you and Dominic.

“This is insane,” you said, breaking the silence. You were still trying to wrap your head around the impossibility of the moment. “I mean, what are the odds of running into you again?”

Dominic let out a soft laugh, his fingers fidgeting with the seam of his jeans. “I’ve been asking myself the same thing since I saw you. Honestly, I thought I’d never see you again.”

There was something raw in his voice, a quiet vulnerability that made your stomach flip. 

You turned to look at him, studying his face—the slightly messy hair, the faint scruff on his jaw, the way his eyes seemed to glimmer with something unreadable.

“Why?” you asked, your voice softer now. “Were you looking for me?”

His cheeks reddened instantly, and he rubbed the back of his neck, laughing nervously. “Maybe a little. Okay, a lot,” he admitted. “I… I don’t know. That night, it just stuck with me. You stuck with me. I don't know why.”

The confession made your chest feel both heavy and light at the same time, a strange and wonderful ache. 

You weren’t sure what to say at first, so you looked down at your hands, fidgeting with the strap of your bag.

“It stuck with me too,” you admitted finally, the words barely above a whisper.

When you glanced back up, Dominic was watching you, his gaze steady and unguarded, like he was trying to memorize every detail of your face. 

Relief flickered across his expression, mingling with something deeper, something you weren’t ready to name just yet.

You hesitated, a small, teasing smile tugging at your lips. “We don’t even know each other’s names,” you pointed out.

Dominic chuckled, the tension breaking slightly. “Then let’s start there,” he said, holding out his hand like this was some formal introduction. “I’m Dominic.”

You stared at his outstretched hand for a moment before slipping yours into it, feeling the warmth of his palm. “Nice to meet you, Dominic. I’m Y/N.”

The Next Few Weeks

After that chance encounter, it seemed like fate couldn’t keep the two of you apart. Everywhere you went, Dominic seemed to appear, like some cosmic joke you couldn’t escape.

The first time was at the grocery store. You’d been standing in the produce section, debating between two types of apples, when you caught sight of him a few aisles over, staring at a box of cereal like it held the secrets of the universe.

“Dominic?” you called, half-laughing.

He looked up, startled, before breaking into a grin. “We really have to stop meeting like this,” he joked as he strolled over.

"Lucky Charms?" You giggled, watching him toss the cereal box into his cart. "You're a child."

"Hey, what can I say? I've been feeling quite lucky, recently."

The second time was at your favorite bookstore. You’d been curled up in a corner, flipping through a novel, when a shadow loomed over you.

“Do you always hide back here?” You glanced up to find Dominic standing there, holding a coffee cup and smirking like he owned the place.

“Do you always stalk people in bookstores?” you shot back, unable to hide your smile.

By the third time—a random park you liked to walk through on weekends—you both gave up pretending it was just coincidence.

“I swear you’re following me,” you teased, bumping his shoulder as you walked side by side.

“Or maybe you’re following me,” he countered, his grin teasing as he offered you a bite of his ice cream cone.

What started as coincidence quickly turned into something deliberate. It wasn’t long before you both gave up pretending it was luck or fate. 

Numbers were exchanged during one of those run-ins—a bookstore meet-cute where Dominic scribbled his digits on the back of your receipt, sliding it across the table with a lopsided grin.

“I figure it’s easier than hoping we bump into each other again,” he said, his voice warm with teasing, though his gaze held a flicker of uncertainty. 

You’d smiled, tucking the receipt carefully into your bag, heart fluttering.

After that, the randomness became routine. 

Dominic started showing up at your favorite coffee shop, timing his visits to when he knew you’d be there. 

It wasn’t just that he came by—it was how effortlessly he fit into your day. He’d arrive unannounced but never empty-handed, always with your go-to drink in one hand and some thoughtful little snack in the other.

“I figured you might need this,” he’d say, sliding the cup across the table before settling into the seat across from you. 

His presence never felt imposing; it felt like something you’d been missing without realizing it.

One evening, after yet another coincidental meetup at the park, you invited him over to watch a movie. It was a casual offer, born out of the ease you felt around him, but the night turned into something more.

You’d picked a lighthearted comedy, but neither of you really watched it. 

The conversation flowed too naturally, each question peeling back another layer of who he was, who you were. 

You’d started out on opposite ends of the couch, but by the time the credits rolled, you were leaning against him, your head resting on his shoulder as he absently played with the edge of your sleeve.

“I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in years,” you said, your voice hushed in the dim glow of the TV.

Dominic chuckled softly. “Well, you have a good laugh,” he replied, his words so sincere they made your cheeks warm.

He stayed long after the movie ended, the two of you talking well into the night. 

There was a rare kind of comfort in it—like you’d known him far longer than a few weeks. It wasn’t just what he said; it was the way he listened. 

The way he leaned in slightly when you spoke, how his gaze never wavered, how he made you feel like the most important person in the room.

But beneath the laughter, the shared stories, and the easy silences, there was an unspoken tension simmering between you—a question neither of you dared to voice. 

The memories of your first night together lingered, casting a shadow that felt equal parts thrilling and terrifying. 

You both knew how this had started, but neither of you seemed ready to admit how far it had come.

It was in the way his eyes lingered a second too long when you caught him staring. In the way your fingers brushed when he handed you your coffee, and neither of you pulled away. It was in the way your goodbyes felt heavier with each passing night, like neither of you really wanted to leave.

Every interaction felt charged, as if you were both waiting for something—some sign, some moment to push you over the edge. 

But for now, you stayed in the in-between, caught in the delicate balance of something new and unspoken, something that already felt like it was changing everything.

—

It wasn’t until one night that everything finally came to a head. Dominic appeared at your door, a bottle of wine in one hand and his phone clutched in the other, his thumb nervously tapping against the screen. 

His usual confidence was replaced with a vulnerability that caught you off guard.

“Dom,” you greeted, stepping aside to let him in. “What’s up? You look…” You paused, watching as he hesitated just inside the doorway, clearly working up the courage to say something. “Nervous.”

He let out a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh… you could say that.” His eyes darted around the room as though he were looking for an escape route before he set the wine on your counter. “I need to tell you something.”

You leaned against the arm of the couch, folding your arms across your chest. “Okay… now you’re starting to freak me out. What’s going on?”

Instead of answering, he began pacing your living room, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Not just tonight—like, for days. Maybe weeks. Ever since we ran into each other at the coffee shop, I—”

“Dominic,” you interrupted, stepping closer, your voice gentle but firm. “Take a breath and just say it.”

He stopped pacing abruptly and turned to face you. His hands fidgeted at his sides before he stuffed them into his pockets, as though trying to anchor himself. 

“I wasn’t supposed to care about you,” he admitted finally, his voice low and unsteady. “That night, it was supposed to be nothing. Just a one-time thing. But now…” His gaze met yours, raw and earnest. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I haven’t been able to since the moment I left.”

The room felt suddenly too small, the air thick with unspoken tension. Your breath hitched, and all you could do was stare at him, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“I didn’t even know your name,” he continued, a nervous laugh escaping him as he gestured aimlessly. “And still, you were in my head. And then, out of nowhere, you just… showed up again. Like some kind of sign. And I couldn’t ignore it anymore.”

“Dom…” you murmured, your voice barely audible, but he held up a hand to stop you, his words spilling out in a rush.

“If this is too much, just tell me,” he said quickly, his eyes searching yours with a kind of desperation that made your chest ache. “But I had to say it. I can’t keep pretending like this is nothing when it’s not. Not to me.”

For a moment, all you could do was stare at him, the weight of his confession pressing down on you. Your mind raced, trying to process everything, but one thing was crystal clear: you felt the same.

“I’ve been falling for you too,” you said softly, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess them. And as soon as you said it, the tension in the room broke.

Relief washed over Dominic’s face like sunlight after a storm. 

A small, almost disbelieving laugh escaped him, and before you could say anything else, he crossed the distance between you in a few long strides. His arms wrapped around you in a tight, almost desperate embrace, as though he was afraid you might slip away.

You melted against him, burying your face in his chest as the familiar warmth of his scent wrapped around you. 

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, content to just hold each other in the quiet.

“So,” he murmured after a while, his voice lighter now, laced with a teasing edge. “Dinner tomorrow? You know, a proper one this time. A date?”

You laughed against his chest, the sound bubbling up naturally as you pulled back just enough to look at him. “Dinner sounds perfect,” you said, your smile matching the brightness in his eyes. “It’s a date.”

For the first time in weeks—maybe months—you both felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

[waitmyturtles]

Hey,

I'm not 100% sure how this works. Also this is more of an opinion than a question. I just feel the need to brain dump. You are under no obligation to reply. 😁

I fear that First and Khaotung are being wasted at/by GMMTV. They're both stellar actors and seem to have the sensibilities to tackle more serious material.

I feel like coming off Not Me, the themes in The Eclipse kinda went over my head. My fear was and still is that I didn't understand all the nuances. And that's why I felt like the show was lacking. Also I think the very first preview set it up as an entirely different show (more supernaturalmystery/thriller) in my head, so there was a disconnect there as well.

Their next project was Moonlight Chicken where both of them shined as actors but negligibly as a BL pairing. Having said that, they seem to be on very solid ground in the BL fandom - I am referring to their fan meets.

Only Friends was a masterclass of acting as far as FirstKhaotung were concerned (i was all about Ray and Sand), but I think the overall reputation as show that fell flat on its face overshadowed or at least took away (for me) from the gravity of FK.

And now we're here. With The Heart Killers and I am very wary of how Ota all going down. I see that the final trailer got over million views and I'm happy for them, but based on I think the absolute travesty that was OF, my expectations for this show are on the ground.

I really want more of an insight into how projects are picked up and distributed inside GMMTV (if you ha e any, I'm dying to know). I feel like they would benefit greatly from being on a show like PS I Hate You or something like Peaceful Property.

It feels like they're backsliding in terms of material given. Which I am sure is a) not their fault and b) me possibly being weird and dramatic in the wee hours of the morning. But I wanted to get it off my chest and I was reading your previous reviews when I felt, and then gave into the impulse to write to you.

Also I'm a MaxTul girly too and somehow, you made me want to give Make it Right another chance.

Have a great week ahead and keep up the absolutely exceptional work! ❤️

NIHILISTIC! It's great to hear from you! And thank you for the compliments!

TW for girlies out there who are not Nihilistic: this post will contain criticisms of The Heart Killers trailer. Read at your peril, delicate hearts!

I'll go backwards to save the biggest stuff for last. If you write anything about Make It Right, please tag me! @bengiyo and I always give a little DJ air horn to each other when we've nabbed another one into the broader cultural reconsideration of this AMAZING show. MaxTul, man. Nobody beats them! (Okay, almost, Tul admits he wasn't the strongest actor, but. We'll let it slide, dahling!) Chemistry, humor, pride representation, everything, they're great. I yelped when I saw them in Triage!

Okay, so you are a FirstKhao girlie, and you're worried about what The Heart Killers bodes. (Out of transparency, I have The Heart Killers tag filtered because of Only Friends PTSD. I'm gonna filter my own post!) For you, Nihilistic, I just watched the trailer for it.

I will get to all your questions about the GMMTV model in a moment.

Now, out of even MORE transparency, I am watching the MESS that is Kidnap right now, and listen, it's NOT GOOD. I'm fucking not even writing about it anymore, I'm just reblogging the sessy gifs. I am watching it to support Ohm Pawat, and am hoping that this partnership with Leng Thanaphon will hopefully lead to better scripts.... somewhere. (Or at least, better scripts for Ohm at a place like One31 or Channel 3. I also hope Ohm keeps up his anti-branded pair stance, but if GMMTV forces him to pair permanently with Leng, it won't be a fucking surprise, and more on that below.)

To focus specifically on THK for a sec: the THK trailer evoked a lot of what's gone utterly wrong in Kidnap for me. I think writing Thai BL/Series Y scripts to be different, fresh, and innovative, is just going to be really fucking hard, especially for stories featuring branded pairs that MUST end up together in the end. Because we, the viewers, KNOW that they MUST end up together in the end, what kind of mystery and conflict can a script convincingly evoke to keep us, the viewers, engaged and interested in the drama?

A few of us Ohm girlies were excited that Kidnap could have had non-romantic plot points (CRIME!!!) to drive concurrently with a romance plot. There are Series Y that have done this BEAUTIFULLY, particularly Sammon's stories of Manner of Death and Triage.

I'm sorry to say that I didn't get that from the THK trailer, and that THK smells a lot like Kidnap to me. The trailer itself is giving an indication that the "jobs" these guys have as double agents are going to be compromised due to them falling in love. And after the debacle that was Jojo Tichakorn's Only Friends -- a show premised on the exploration of mean, icky, really horny humans, a great place to start an interesting show! -- knowing that THK will HAVE to end up in a romantic place, with FK and JoongDunk being in memorable and memeable entwinements... that's a lot to ask of a show that already isn't making sense by drive, emotion, and tone in its trailer alone. What matters more to these characters? Their work, or their need to be in monogamous relationships? Seems like the latter to me by way of the trailer, which makes me wonder what the point of the plot is. (Joong's chest, probably.) (Gahddayum.)

(I haven't watched the latest episode of Jack & Joker, btw, but I understand that THIS WEEK's episode is ALSO going through something similar, with dead-end and uncommitted plot points all to get to a kiss. Oy.)

To summarize these points and to touch at your question about how GMMTV chooses scripts: GMMTV has an economic model to sell in giving happy endings to their branded pairs, which I wrote about at length in my Old GMMTV Challenge rewatch of The Eclipse. No matter where a script goes, the ending must be memorable and monogamous to satisfy the retweeting hunger of the branded pairs' fandoms, in order for GMMTV's artists to increase online engagement and to maintain earned media values to sell products.

The wonderful @flowerbeasblog noted to me recently that Tha Sataporn, the CEO of GMMTV, said in an interview that as the productions of Series Y in Thailand continues to increase, there is a greater need for more scriptwriting talent across this niche genre, creating competition for more excellent writing. (By comparison, in the States, when streaming services like Netflix and Hulu starting commissioning more original series just about a decade ago, the demand for scriptwriters and excellent writing also went up by incredible scale -- only to come crashing down recently with pandemic and strike-related losses in revenue.) GMMTV's recently announced script competition, Y Find, updated itself last week with a notice that the company would need more time to sift through scripts to judge. In other words: the demand for creative plots is so high at this company that they are literally fielding entries from the general public.

At the same time, Tha Sataporn has been blunt in indicating that "good shows" are not the priority of his GMMTV, and that talent, management, and engagement are his indicators of success. So, economically -- as long as a show hits that happy ending, and gets the girlies excited online with commentary and purchasing power, then the studio has won, in GMMTV's eyes.

ULTIMATELY, Nihilistic: what we are dealing with regarding your concern, as fans and/or critics of Series Y shows, is a conflict of values, among critical fans like ourselves, other fans who only watch shows for romance and shipping, and the economic bottom lines of the studios/agencies themselves. Some of us just want narratively good scripts, like Bad Buddy or He's Coming To Me. Others are content with having a show end with their fave pairs confirmed together in the end, no matter the process of how they got there. Those are different values we hold in watching shows. I appreciate that while you're a fan of the FK branded pair, that you want stronger scripts for them. I do, too, but that's not a value that every fan -- and GMMTV itself -- holds. And I believe that's why we've been seeing more and more mediocre scripts from that studio in particular.

I actually want to note maybe something positive about FirstKhao. Other than The Eclipse, it seems like they haven't been locked into high school or university settings. Only Friends, Moonlight Chicken -- these are shows that show First's and Khao's characters as young adults, and THK is going there, too. I hope they can avoid the university settings as they continue to work.

Is stellar acting wasted at GMMTV? Oh, yes. Besides First and Khao, who I truly think are good actors, we have Gun Atthaphan, Nanon Korapat, and Ohm Pawat -- these three guys are on my list of the best Thai actors out there who have done BL, and they haven't had great scripts in years. (Gun, arguably, has had the best pickings of decent shows recently in Cooking Crush and The Trainee, but they weren't high art; and Nanon's Dirty Laundry was the last Jojo script I was truly impressed by.) All three of these guys were in MOVIES at one point. Those ambitions, on behalf of these actors by GMMTV, seem to have gone by the wayside in preference for a huge economic push to boost branded pair-based series insteads, with their plot holes and guaranteed romances.

I hope the genre's tide turns for the sake of quality scripts, especially at GMMTV, but my hopes are low for this agency at the moment. My joy in Thai shows recently has been in watching past shows for my OGMMTVC. I've been on a lakorn kick lately, having watched The Miracle of Teddy Bear and I'm looking forward to watching Khun Chai soon. Other agencies and studios, like One31 and Channel 3, are breathing down GMMTV's neck and producing more interesting shows, sometimes with branded pairs and sometimes not. Triage only came out two years ago, and that show's trilogy (along with Manner of Death) will end with this year's airing of Spare Me Your Mercy, starring the very likely one-time pair of Tor Thanabob and JJ (Jaylerr) Krissanapoom, two gigantic artists in Thailand who are circling BACK towards the much smaller genre of Series Y for SMYM's sake. I have VERY high hopes and expectations for that show -- and that show is well out of the purview of GMMTV.

I think what you're smelling about the THK trailer is right, Nihilistic -- to me, the trailer isn't cohesive, and jumps already to its forgone conclusion of a romantic end. Unfortunately, for those of us familiar with Jojo Tichakorn's work, we know that if he was given more leeway, he'd likely come up with something more interesting. But now that he has to work with branded pairs -- who are shipped in the eyes of their fan beholders -- he's got a lot less room to be creative and interesting, which ultimately stifles the otherwise excellent acting we'd see from these young men.

[jerzwriter]

OK—I'm behind on my 30-Day Writing Challenge! For Day 11's prompt, write about a dance, I posted a poll to ask who I should write for, and Lucy Chen x Tim Bradford won. So, here's my second Chenford fanfic! 😊

Fandom: The Rookie (ABC) Pairing: Lucy Chen x Tim Bradford Featured: Angela Lopez Rating: Teen Words: ~1,300 Summary: It's Lila's graduation party, and James & Nyla threw her the backyard bash of the summer! But when she asks everyone to dance, Lucy knows she's got a mission on her hands.

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It was one of those backyard parties that people talked about all summer long. The kind where friends took turns playing DJ – inevitably arguing over who did it best – and the aroma from the grill left neighbors three blocks away green with envy. A bouncy house sat in the corner, mercifully, because the kids (and a few adults) were so sugared-up they needed something to burn it off. And there was laughter - so much laughter. It was a perfect early summer night, and it was exactly what Nyla’s daughter, Lila, wanted to celebrate her eighth-grade graduation.

The yard was packed with family, friends,  and more off-duty cops than probably legal - or so James kept joking. He handled the grill, Nyla played the perfect hostess, and in the middle of it all, Lila began rallying the crowd to create “the biggest chicken dance this block has ever seen!”

Lila’s friends led the way, rushing to the makeshift dancefloor at once. Celina, Bailey, and Lucy weren’t too far behind; even Angela and Wesley were on board after a bit of nudging. John got out of it by offering to record it for TikTok – which made Lila’s night. But someone was missing.

Tim sat nearby in a lawn chair, arms crossed and sunglasses on – the man was practically a human ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign.

Lucy spotted him out of the corner of her eye as she downed the last of her lemonade. Now, she was a woman on a mission. A crooked smile formed on her lips as she set down the empty glass and sashayed in Tim’s direction.

“Bradford!” she yelled, causing the stony figure to jump – just a little. “On your feet! You heard the graduation girl! It’s chicken dance time!”

Tim swiveled his neck, the rest of him not moving an inch. His sunglasses stayed firmly in place. “Pass,” he muttered.

“Pass?” Lucy grinned, defiantly crossing her arms. “Pass my ass!”

That earned a snicker, a brief crack in Tim’s carefully crafted armor, and that small victory alone made Lucy grin.

Pass my ass. It echoed in his head. He had a sassy comeback on his tongue - even opened his mouth to say it - but there were kids present, so he thought better of it.

“You can chicken dance,” he said. “I’ll stay here and watch.”

“Oh, you think so,” Lucy cautioned, raising a brow. Didn’t the man know what a challenge did to her by now? Now, there was no way she was leaving this party without live footage of one Sargeant Timothy Bradford on the dance floor in full chicken glory.

She casually removed his sunglasses, placed them on the tray table next to him, and extended her hand. “Let’s go, Sarge. We have work to do.”

But Tim was as stubborn as she was. “No,” he restated. “I do not chicken dance, and that’s final.”

“Tim,” she sighed. “Lila wants all of us to do it, and it’s her party. Besides – we’re fun people – so we say yes to fun things!”

“Perhaps. But it looks like our definitions of fun things are out of sync,” he deadpanned.

Lucy was about to reply when Celina yelled from the dancefloor. “Hey! Chen! Get you’re butt down here! I’m not chickening without you!”

“Be right there!” Lucy hollered, turning her back to Tim, but not before warning him. “This isn’t over!”

She headed toward the dance floor - but as Lucy joined the crowd, someone else slipped away. Angela had been observing the whole scene, and she was not about to let her best friend off easy.

“Yo, Bradford?” she said, dropping into the chair beside him. “You gonna dance, or what?”

“Or what,” he scoffed.

“Damn,” she muttered, looking around for reinforcements. “Guess I’m going to have to call in the big guns to get this done.”

Tim raised a brow. “Who are you looking for? Nolan?”

“Nolan? Please,” she snorted. “Not Nolan. Her.” She tilted her head toward Lucy, who was already leading a small group of chicken dance newbies in an impressive series of flailing arm motions.

Tim followed Angela’s gaze, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. “Chen already tried and failed to get me out there. Besides, look at her... she looks like a Disney character who’s had one too many espressos right now. How’s that supposed to convince me?”

“Mmm-hmm, espresso,” Angela smiled. “And I happen to know how much you love a nice, strong cup of espresso.”

She rose to her feet, tapping his shoulder as she glanced toward Lucy, now swaying her hips to the beat. “Good luck resisting that, bestie. Good luck!”

Five minutes later, Lucy popped up beside him—breathless and beaming – she startled him, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Tim! You’re having so much less fun than you could be having,” she teased, tugging at his sleeve.

“I’m having exactly the right amount of fun,” he replied. “Don’t underestimate how entertaining it is watching all of you flail around like lunatics.”

“Oh, c’mon,” she pled. “Just one dance.”

“No. It’s not even a dance—it’s bird-themed arm flapping – at best. It’s preposterous.”

She crouched so she was eye-level, hands on her knees, and lowered her voice to a mischievous whisper. “Timothy Bradford… are you afraid of looking ridiculous?”

“I am ridiculous. That’s not the problem.”

She leaned in, eyes glinting. “Then get up and dance—or I’ll tell everyone you cried during Finding Nemo.”

He turned to her, incredulous. “You wouldn’t.”

She crossed her arms. “Try me.”

“I told you that in confidence!”

Lucy stood up, giving his chair a playful kick. “Get. Up.”

“No!”

She turned, her demeanor softening as she flashed the eyes that always weakened his resolve. “Please? For me?”

He didn’t last two seconds.

“…Fine.”

That was all it took. Tim was on the dance floor, flapping his arms around... poorly.

He was out of sync, his footwork was unorthodox - at best, and his sheer reluctance made the whole thing look like an awkward pelican attempting to jump off a treadmill.

“Tim! You’re dancing!” Lila beamed, the girl was elated, and Tim almost thought it was worthwhile until... Nolan crept over in his direction – his phone out - live-streaming.

“NOLAN!” Tim bellowed.

“Sorry!” John grinned. “Just trying to humanize you a little—and, you know, refurbish your image.”

“Refurbish my image?” he asked.

“Yup,” Lucy chimed in, lifting her phone with a smug grin. “Remember this?” She flashed the screen, and there it was #GrumpyCop in all its viral glory. “Well, tonight I’m going to see to it that #GrumpyCopCanGroove trends.”

Tim turned to her in horror. “You wouldn’t.”

“She already did,” Angela laughed, bumping his shoulder while taking a selfie. “You’re trending, bestie!”

Tim groaned, running a hand down his face while still attempting to stay in step. “I hate all of you.”

“Well,” Lucy teased, leaning in closer, “you love me a little.”

He glanced at her—just a moment too long. “Maybe,” he mumbled.

That made her expression soften. “Thanks,” she smiled. “You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

“Yeah,” he said. “But then you went and said please.”

“Is that all it takes?” she grinned.

He was about to answer - until an over-sugared kid pre-adolescent ran into them, splashing the largest water balloon they’d ever seen right into Tim’s side.

Soaking wet, he groaned. “Okay, now I really hate all of you.”

Laughing hysterically, Lucy grabbed a wad of paper towels and handed them to Tim. “Come on,  Bradford. Let’s get you a juice box.”

“Only if it’s grape,” he sighed.

She rolled her eyes, her arm brushing his. “Thanks. You were a good sport today.”

“Yeah. I’ll probably regret it for months...Years!”

“Maybe,” she shrugged. “But you made a kid smile, and you flapped. Let’s face it - that’s growth.”

He let out another groan but didn’t pull away when her hand lingered on his arm.

“The next party,” he grumbled, “If I actually attend? I’m hiding in the attic.”

“You can try,” Lucy grinned. “ But it will be pointless. I’ll find you. I always find you.”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “I know you will.”

A/N: When I had a dance prompt for these two, I was going to go all romantic. But then I thought, this would be more fun! :)

[mcrcki]

here i come with another MASSIVE event plotting / starter call (this time with 20 characters bc i've lost control) !! before i get too much into event stuff, i just wanna put up some housekeeping things so i’m not just repeating myself over and over in the discord : i will be dropping almost all of my pre-event threads. meaning, i will only be keeping the thread if it is an active plot that needs to be continued because we aren’t at a place to infer the ending. i am just so utterly overwhelmed with my number of drafts that i really need to just start fresh with starting work again soon, so i’ll be using this as my chance to spam the heck out of y'all’s calls and get way more threads that i actually have muse for. i’m sorry if we had a thread you really wanted to continue, i just need a fresh start. now for housekeeping for my call, as always this will be capped. i wanna write with everyone but i can’t if i get a million requests from one person so!! the cap is three starters per writer!! BLIND DATES WILL NOT COUNT TOWARDS THE CAP! i'm also capping this pretty low because i'll be doing memes too! otherwise, please LIKE for plotting messages, and REPLY for starters (pls specify muses unless previously discussed!!)!

in the meantime, if you wanna see what my clowns are wearing, please follow this link to my pinterest :))

alani tiure | star wars | date w. thanatos & zagreus ( 1 / 3 )

she/they pronouns : they're here with their partners, happy to have some people they actually like talking to and dancing with to be around. though, she does have a bit of a superiority complex and thinks that they're too good for this, they will be happy to check in on clients. tbh once you get a few drinks in them though, they'll be flirting and dancing with people who look lonely.

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ charlie dalton ( hali )

beelzebub | helluva boss | flying solo ( 2 / 3 )

she/they pronouns : as the sin of gluttony and known for her parties back home, bee is living for this. though, she will be trying to get the dj to play some actual party music instead of just lame slow dances. they're fine and all, but when is the real party happening? will be down to get into some drunken shenanigans, flirt with some people, just get to know the city a little better in her preferred atmosphere.

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ verosika mayday ( britt ), loona ( swan )

princess buttercup | princess bride | blind date w. vee delmonico ( 2 / 3 )

she/her pronouns : very excited for this party and for her blind date, honestly. she loves a good party, loves to dress up. she's looking forward to doing something to take her mind off all the strange things that have been happening, so catch her just trying to make friends with whoever wants to chat. she'll be dancing probably the whole night, but will take some time to wander around the museum when she needs a break.

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ alex claremont-diaz ( aria ), laudna ( cassie )

charlie morningstar | hazbin hotel | flying solo ( 3 / 3 )

she/her pronouns : charlie is happy to have a distraction while hanging out with her friends. she's a little sad that she can't celebrate with vaggie, watching her girlfriend from afar during all this, just to make sure she's safe. she'll be doing that with all of her friends, really, just wanting to keep an eye on them while she explores the museum. will always talk your ear off, so apologies to anyone who gets stuck in her path.

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ vaggie ( risa ) , rosie ( anna ), niffty ( swan )

daniela dimitrescu | resident evil | date w. myri tiure ( 3 / 3 )

she/they pronouns : solely came to this because myri looks hot dressed up. they are not exactly a gala person. and knowing how insane this city can get when everyone is in one room, she wasn't letting myri attend alone. they'll be keeping their eyes out for anything weird, but will also be open to some absolute chaos if you wanna do something, cause she really cannot help herself. a girl's gotta eat, right?

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date (for murder purposes)

starters ➛ henry creel ( alexis ), myri tiure ( moon ), ainsley whitly ( dee )

danika fendyr | crescent city | friend date w. fury axtar ( 2 / 3 )

she/they pronouns : they're very happy for some distraction from the absolute insanity they've been thrown into lately. will be tracking down some connections to get answers, but otherwise, she's going to be sticking close to their friends. they love a party and dancing, though ballroom dancing isn't exactly their vibe, they will be happy to drag you along to do shots with her at the bar.

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ juniper andromeda ( moon ), fury axtar ( cheshire )

elain archeron | a court of thorns and roses | date w. lucien vanserra ( 0 / 3 )

she/her pronouns : despite the way things usually tend to go for the city when everyone is together, elain is choosing to ignore that in the effort to just have a good night with her husband. she wants to just enjoy herself, to dance and dress up.. she's been incredibly homesick lately, so this is helping her relax a little and just enjoy her time here. feel free to come up and dance, to wander around the museum with her, anything !!

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

katrina cardulo | fourth wing | flying solo ( 2 / 3 )

they/she pronouns : crash out city over here, they're mad as hell, want nothing to do with this fuck ass ball and just wants to go home. but like hell are they going to just leave imogen around all these people without keeping an eye on her. they might drag someone off into a dark corner, for reasons, but don't worry about that. you can most likely find them at the bar and they'll be happy to share a drink with you.

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ roronoa zoro ( sunny ), mira sorrengail ( jodie )

kaya dura | star wars | flying solo ( 2 / 3 )

they/she pronouns : kaya is finally over their... situationship!! they are here to MOVE ON, to have fun and dance with whoever. they are incredibly awkward and don't really know how to do any of this, but she is going to be putting herself out there. if they're drunk and laughing at how ridiculous some of the art looks, either feel free to join in or mind your business.

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ kriya dura ( kasey ), altair rigel ( mario )

leia organa | star wars | "blind" date w. han solo ( 3 / 3 )

she/her pronouns : so she rigged the blind date pool to assign her han as her date. sue her. what was she supposed to do? test her control by watching her husband flirt with some random woman all night? she has only just started training again, after shutting herself off from the force for nearly a year, she didn't want to risk it. she will be letting herself just have a little fun, drink some drinks and dance with her husband, even if she is just the president to him right now. if she gets a little too drunk well.. it's not her fault she's 4'11 and has the tolerance of a teenager.

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ yennefer ( alexis ), winter celchu ( jodie ), han solo ( mario )

marley bishop | tvd | blind date w. mari perry ( 0 / 3 )

she/they pronouns : a blind date seemed fun and marley is still trying to get her footing here with adjusting to this time period and with everything going on with their family.. they are just happy to have some time to cut loose and will be enjoying all the offerings of the open bar and good dancing.

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

molly | hazbin hotel | blind date w. lisa snart ( 2 / 3 )

she/her pronouns : molly isn't quite sure how to handle this place, and really just wants to fit in so she followed the crowd and signed up for a blind date. she's never gotten to just.. date before, so she's happy to have the opportunity. will be keeping an eye on her brother, but otherwise is just happy to try and make some friends!

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ archie kennedy ( salsa ), angel dust ( sunny )

omega archeron | star wars | date w. kirei monsula ( 1 / 3 )

she/they pronouns : here with her best friend, as friends, because they're suuuuper subtle about that!! anyways, omega will be here, fulfilling her role as senator archeron’s messy as hell kid, and drunk as shit nearly getting kicked out for shenanigans with the museum exhibits, and also perhaps drunkenly making out with their best friend kirei that they’ve been pining after for years.

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ toph beifong ( sunny )

rosemary winters | resident evil | blind date w. willow rosenberg ( 4 / 3 )

she/they pronouns : my unaware child just out here trying to ignore all the people trying to convince them they know her, trying to convince her that the life she's leading is fake. she decided to sign up for the blind dates as a way to get away from all these random people and just meet someone new!! will be getting drunk and dancing and just enjoying pretending to be normal!!

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ emily fitch ( britt ), sayid jarrah ( salsa ), mouse honrada ( moon ), ethan winters ( dee )

sella palpatine | star wars | date w. allana solo ( 1 / 3 )

she/her pronouns : ONE NORMAL PARTY. LITERALLY ALL SHE ASKS FOR. she has a good feeling about this one, she got a new dress (finally not wearing pink wow who is she), and despite the family shake up, everyone seems to be doing.. okay. so sella will be forcing her girlfriend to just have fun and enjoy valentines day with her, even if it's a little late. if anyone needs a dancing partner, sella will also let you spin her :)) she is just here to get a little tipsy and enjoy all the love in the air

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ aequa claudius ( june )

sophie hatter | howl’s moving castle | date w. howl pendragon ( 3 / 3 )

she/they pronouns : once again, sophie has been dragged to one of these parties because their husband loves these things far more than she does. as long as they agreed to a babysitter, sophie agreed to come to this. they are not the biggest dancer, a bit too self conscious to put themselves out there like that, she doesn’t like drawing attention to herself. which is difficult when your husband is howl but.. will be focusing on enjoying the art more than anything, honestly.

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ martha hatter ( risa ), rachel green ( atlas ), kell maresh ( cheshire )

sulpicia volturi | twilight | date w. aro volturi ( 5 / 3 )

she/her pronouns : okay, so going with her husband after a certain reveal probably isn't her best idea, but she wasn't going to let aro go with some other person, memories or not. she will be trying to just enjoy the night, talking her sisters down from murdering her mate for one more night. they could at least wait until it's somewhere less.. public. will be looking to chat with people, though. she does enjoy getting to meet new people now that she's out in the world.

potential plots ➛ drinking (not alcohol) || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ carlisle cullen ( annie ), phoenix volturi ( atlas ), carmilla karnstein ( salsa ), aro volturi ( dee ), didyme volturi ( mario )

vesta starkos | star wars | blind date w. shauna shipman ( 2 / 3 )

she/they pronouns : vesta is a fan of blind dates, she likes flirting with people and dancing a little. sure, they're a brat but they like to have fun!! if you want to do some chaotic things with the museum, she's your girl. if not, then she'll definitely be dancing with people, not just their date. happy to have a little party vibe even if they love to be chaotic.

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ zash baen ( alexis ), rain ( atlas )

victoria sutherland | twilight | date w. james witherdale ( 2 / 3 )

she/her pronouns : vic will never pass up an opportunity to dress sexy and dance on her mate, she has absolutely zero shame and does not care who is watching them. she also loves to use these events as a perfect little hunting ground. vic will probably be upset that it’s not turning into a nightmare but, she can make it a nightmare if she really gets that bored. until then? she will be annoyingly hanging all over her mate all night, they just went through hell so she will be extra annoying about it this time..

potential plots ➛ drinking (not alcohol) || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date (for a drink ;) )

starters ➛ james witherdale ( kasey ), heidi volturi ( swan )

violet sorrengail | fourth wing | date w. xaden riorson ( 2 / 3 )

she/her pronouns : the past year has been hell!!! and violet would like to savor the few moments of normalcy that comes with these parties. she and xaden are in a better place, trying to heal from everything that's happened and she will be trying to keep her dragons from burning him, and also dodging glares from her friends that don't remember her. if they disappear early... don't look for them. they just want to be a normal couple in their early twenties !!!

potential plots ➛ drinking || dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social food/bar behavior || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || stealing your date

starters ➛ fen riorson ( jodie ), xaden riorson ( kasey )

[arikashimorika]

Thank you for the question!

I'm feeling really eager to write about this AU ;)

This is the explanation.

In the early stages of AVA 1, when Alan created Victim, he was engulfed in immense pressure that attacked him from all directions, as if he were being bombarded endlessly. This left him trapped in a suffocating state of overwhelming stress.

This intense mental strain ultimately triggered his transformation into Noogai.

At the time, he was 17 or 18 years old, and the stress from having to finish an art project for university on time must have weighed heavily on him.

After Victim fled, Alan simply wondered what had happened on his computer screen, but didn’t think much of it. He managed to submit the project on time and passed.

He didn’t even know that his stickman character was truly alive and capable of moving.

All he remembered was that he was just working on an animation.

In AVA 2, Alan created another stickman character. It seems he changed the name quite a few times (he wasn’t very good at naming characters). He eventually decided on the name "The Chosen One." After naming it, he was shocked to see that TCO could move on its own, and even more shocked when TCO suddenly attacked him.

In AVA 3, he didn’t know how to fix all of this because he couldn’t contact Programmer021 anymore, as AIM had been destroyed earlier during TCO's rampage. So, he decided to contact DJ.

As for The Dark Lord, I think Noogai must have been the one who created him.

But by the time DJ arrived, it was already too late. Both TCO and TDL had escaped from Alan’s computer and left behind a blue screen of death.

For DJ, it must have been strange to see Alan sitting still, staring at the blue screen of death with a blank expression.

DJ probably asked Alan what had happened. Alan would have looked confused and asked, "What do you mean?" before turning to see the blue screen of death on the computer and shouting, "What happened to my computer?!" Something like that.

@wingedsublimeland I think if I reply to the comment under the post, it will be too long, so I decided to post a new reply instead.

[dsireland86]

can you write something where you’ve always wanted to have a early 2000’s boy band( BSB, NSYNC, O-Town, No Authority etc.) themed party (we’re talking icy blue eye shadow, butterfly clips and makeup three shades too dark for our skin, no blending) so Matt decides to surprise you with this surprise party for your birthday. He has a hard time keeping everything under wraps bc he gets all of your friends to fly in and some of the other bands you’ve met ( invent animate, MIW, ERRA) and become friends with and you’re getting suspicious. everyone has to dress up in early 2000’s gear, listen to a DJ play boy bands all night and dance. . . I’d also love if you got Matt to slow dance to a classic boy band ballad and all the guys start giving him shit bc Matt “doesn’t dance” 😂

Please and thank you. I love metal but I’m a middle millennial who will always be a tween boyband lover at heart.

OMG when I got this ask in my box, I seriously geeked out! I love this idea. A tween boyband lover is the perfect way to describe this too! Thank you for sending this, Anon! You don't know how satisfying it was to write this ❤️❤️

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"Dude, these things are ancient. Where did you find them?" "On Ebay. The lady I got them from had a massive stockpile of them. I think she was a collector because she had a ton of them. All music related and from different eras and times. It was pretty cool.”

Matt took out another stack of magazines and laid them on the table.

"Bop. BB. Teen Beat... oh my god I remember my sister having these all over her room," Nicholas said ecstatically. "She was ridiculously obsessed with these bands." "Tiger Beat? Seriously? Who the hell came up with these names?" Noah was already annoyed with Matt's idea and he didn't even know the full details. "Who the fuck knows, man. All I know is that Y/N was a teen girl millennium who was stuck in a boyband phase." "Boy band?" Jolly looked up from reading one of the magazines, raising an eyebrow at Matt. "Yeah, that's what they called these, uh, things; groups. They were a bunch of super young kids, mostly, who got together and were formed into one." "What, like One Direction?" Folio stated.

Everyone turned and looked at him with confusion.

"How would you know about One Direction?" Jolly asked, shaking his head. 

Folio shrugged his shoulders.

"I might be a lot younger than all of you, but I'm not stupid, Jolly. I pay attention to a lot of stuff." "Sure you do," Jolly replied sarcastically. Folio just rolled his eyes. "Dammit, she's coming over! Hide it, hide it," Matt panicked. Jolly quickly tossed the old magazine's back in the bag and Nick threw it under the table just in time. "Hey guys, watcha doing?" Y/N asked, smiling as she gave Matt a small kiss and hug. He held onto her a little more than he should have, burying his face in her neck and inhaling the scent of her body. "Oh my god, you smell absolutely delicious! I could eat up every single bit of you," he teased, bending her back and pretending to bite her neck.

Y/N squealed with laughter, begging Matt not to drop her.

"I got you, baby. Don't worry," he assured her, bringing her back up to her feet. She pushed his hat back some and locked her lips to his, tasting the recent Celsius on his tongue. "Get a fucking room you two," came a voice from somewhere behind them.

Matt locked up and grinned.

"Chris! Holy shit! You're here!" "Hey, hey Dierkes, how's it going!" Chris rang, walking up to Matt and catching him in a hand slap. They hugged briefly. "It's going," Matt answered, nodding his head. "Just been hanging out, working on stuff." "Good, good. Y/N, nice to see you again," Chris said sweetly, looking down at Y/N. "Yeah, you too, Chris!" she replied, returning his brief hug. "What brings you to this part of Cali? Is it just you or are the others with you too?"

Matt's eyes widened behind Y/N. He shook his head slowly to indicate to Chris to not spill it.

"Nope, just me," Chris replied. "Working on some Motionless stuff alone. It's just for a few days then I'm heading back." "Cool, well it was good to see you again. Matt, baby, I'm heading home and taking Folio and Noah with me. See you there?" "Yup, heading that way soon."

She gave Matt a quick kiss good- bye, bouncing off quickly when Folio and Noah found her and eagerly walked her to the car. Noah looked back giving Matt a thumbs up.

"Fuck, man, that was close," Chris laughed. "Yeah, no shit," Matt sighed, agreeing. "You think she suspected anything?"

Matt chuckled. 

"God, I fucking hope not. It's bad enough I have to go through Boyband Hell trying to put all of this together for her. But if she finds out before it's finished, before her birthday in three days... then dude, I'm seriously fucked."

"Eeekkk, Jesse!"

Y/N went running like a bolt of lightning towards one of her closest friends. Jesse held his arms out, collecting her the moment she collided into him.

"There she is! Man, I've missed you!" Jesse sighed. "Right back at you! You take too long to text back. What's up with that?” she asked, hitting him in the shoulder. Jesse grinned bashfully at Y/N. “He's always has his nose in a book, that's what's up,” J.T chuckled. 

Matt quietly watched the heartwarming exchange between close friends. Seeing Y/N as happy as she was made his heart flutter with his own happiness, because her happiness meant everything to him. Distracted, he turned back to the mission at hand, arranging the final plans for Y/N's birthday in two days which consisted of  a few of her friends from back home flying to make the surprise birthday party even more memorable. 

Even though he hated the cringe worthy pop music and the weird looking guys and the way they dressed, nothing made his soul sing or his heart happier than watching his girlfriend belt out lyrics to cheesy boy band songs about love, relationships, and over the top expectations between two people. Sometimes, he wondered how the hell she fell for a guy like him. He was the complete opposite of what all her favorite songs were all about.

"Hey, you alright?" Noah asked, patting Matt on the back, breaking him out of his mental moment. "Uh, yeah, I was just thinking, that's all," Matt replied, trying not to sound like he might be on the verge of crying. "About all the crap that's left to do?" Noah laughed softly.

Matt smiled. "No, just, uh -" but Matt stopped, looking over at Y/N the moment JT scooped her up and bear hug, shaking her until she was a giggling mess.

"How the hell did I get so fucking lucky to get a girl like her?" Matt sighed, pointing over at Y/N then letting his arm fall to his side. "I mean, she's so out of my league, Noah. She's sweet, she's kind, she's such a damn, hopeless romantic that believes in all the cute romance crap that I've never nor ever will give her. I mean, look at her, man! She's perfect."

Y/N looked over at Matt, smiling like the sun on a hot summer day.

"Matt, look at what you're doing for her! You don't think this is good enough? You don't think she's going to appreciate and be grateful for all that you're doing here? Dude, this is why she loves you. When you set out to prove your love and devotion to someone or something, you dive in head first and make no excuses or exceptions. It's all or nothing at all."

Matt's brow furrowed. "I think that's the name of one of those boyband songs she likes; All or Nothing At All."

His fingers typed quickly on his phone as Noah sighed in annoyance.

"Yeah, here it is," as the opening piano began to play. "Hey! Are you listening to O-town, Matt Dierkes?" she called out in a sardonic tone. "I'm just," he looked over at Noah, who just shrugged. Matt huffed, rolling his eyes. "Fuck! No! Yes... maybe..." his tone fell once Y/N was standing in front of him.

Moving closer, she slipped her hands into his back pockets, pulling towards her as he leaned in to kiss her. She managed to slip her tongue inside his mouth, meeting his and rolling it over, causing Matt to release a slow, frustrated groan.

"Dance with me," she said, trying to move his body side to side. "I don't dance," he mumbled against her lips, sliding his free hand behind her neck and moving his lips down the side of her neck. "Well, that's a shame because I could show you some moves that could make you feel amazing," she teased, slowly grinding against him hard enough that she was able to feel his excitement pressed against her belly. Matt took a slight breath in, feeling the effect from her a little too well. Pecking his lips, Y/N quickly backed off and began walking back towards Jesse and JT. "You're such a damn tease!" Matt yelled after her. "Well then, next time, dance with me, and maybe I won't be," she sassed back while looking over her shoulder at him. Matt just smiled, shook his head, and went back to finishing his last-minute tasks.

"Come on, Y/N, just one ride! I promise I won't go super fast," Folio begged. "No! I can't..." "Why not? Folio's a great driver. He'll keep you safe," Jolly said, assuring her. "Come on, darling. One birthday ride. Let me take you, please?"

The face Folio was giving Y/N weakened every single defense she had.

"Fine," she mumbled in defeat. "But I swear to God, if you do anything, and I mean anything that scares me, you're a dead man." "You're insane. I would never do such a thing," Folio said defensively, flashing her a mischievous grin as he pulled her down the stoop and into the garage. "Ugh, man, I'm really going to regret this! Noah!" she called out to her friend. "Save me, please." Her voice was muffled by the helmet Folio slipped over her head. "Nope. You're on your own this time, princess. You two have fun!" he waved, closing the door. "You're so heartless," Nick chuckled. Noah just shrugged, seeming pleased with himself that he was able to get Y/N out of the house while they began setting everything up for the surprise party. Nick was holding a bottle of water for himself and a Dr. Pepper for Matt as he and Noah walked into the living room.

"Alright, we've got two hours, max," Matt chimed, clapping his hands together. "Folio's taking Y/N on one of his longer than necessary nighttime ride adventures and promised me at least that much time, so let's go!"

Time came and went quickly for them as they seemed to lose themselves in the nostalgia of the moment. The boy bands that softly played in the background had some of them singing along while the others just groaned.

"I'm getting a serious toothache from this music. I don't think I'm going to survive the party, Matt," Noah grumbled. "Quite being a little bitch about, Noah. It's just a bunch of young kids, well, were a bunch of young kids," Nicholas corrected himself, with a smile. "Why's it under your skin so much?" "I don't know. Maybe because it's not realistic. It sets the bar too high for guys."

Nick simply stared at Noah, at a loss for words.

"Sometimes, I don’t know who's worse; you or Jesse." "Knock, knock. What about Jesse?"

Jesse and the guys walked into the living room, followed by Chris, who came over to lend a hand. After a bit more talking, they all got busy working and making the vision that Matt had come to life.

With roughly fifteen minutes to spare before Folio returned with his girl, Matt ran upstairs to get ready while the others finished setting up the food and other miscellaneous stuff.

"Why can't we go through the front door? Nick!"

Y/N giggled at the slight shove in the back Folio gave her. Closing the back gate behind him and locking it, he followed her, through the yard to the back door.

"I'm not going a step further until you tell me what is going on. You're acting really weird."

Folio shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, grinning like Cheshire cat.

"Nick, you're hiding something! I know that smile."

"I'm not," he chuckled, lowering his head and hiding behind his Harley cap. "You're just being ridiculous. What could I be hiding from you?"

He looked through the window behind her and noticed Jolly and Nick, giving him mixed signals, making him scowl. Y/N went to turn around, but caught her just in time.

"Oh, god, don't turn around! Nick and some girl are about to do the dirty in the kitchen!" "What? What are you talking about?" she cried, trying to look and see what Folio was talking about, but he grabbed her by the arm too quickly for her to catch a glimpse. "Nothing. Let's just get inside and give them alone time," yanking her through the back door and up the stairs, while making as much noise as he could. "You're insane, Nick Folio," Y/N barked once at the top. "I know," he shrugged. "Did you at least like the ride? It wasn't so bad, was it?"

Y/N shook her head and gave him a soft smile. 

"No, it was really fun, actually." "Yeah, that's my girl! So, we'll do it again?" "Sure. I'd like that." "Yes!" Folio hissed excitedly. "Alright, I'm showering." He looked at his phone. "Meet me back out here in twenty minutes." "What? Why?" "Just do it! Oh, and Matt left you something on your bed. He said to read the note first."

Y/N lingered in the hallway for a moment, trying to wrap her head around everything that had just happened before heading to the room she and Matt shared. Just like Folio said, there was a bag on the bed with a card on top. She picked up the envelope and read.

"I know what you're thinking, so stop. Don't ask yourself any more questions, just open the bag, change into what's in it, and meet Folio in the hallway like he said. I'll see you in a few. -Matt- Oh! And Happy Birthday, Beautiful!"

Y/N smiled. her heart slowly starting to race. It didn't surprise her that Matt had something planned for her birthday, but the secrecy was what was weird. But listening to Matt's order, she stopped thinking about it and opened the bag, throwing her hand over her mouth and gasping as she did so.

"Wow! You looking fucking hot as hell!" Folio exclaimed the moment he saw Y/N. "Matt picked that shit out! Goddang! Dude's got taste."

Y/N laughed and she could feel her cheeks heating up.

"It's just clothes, Nick." "Maybe, but it's what's under the clothes and how they're fitting on your body that's doing it for me," he confessed, running his eyes up and down her frame. "Nick Folio, are you flirting with me?" "Yeah, I am, so cooperate, please," he sarcastically replied, nudging her shoulders. She just rolled her eyes, chuckling at Nick's playfulness

Y/N was wearing a pair of low rise skinny jeans that showed the shape of her bottom perfectly, a white crop halter top that displayed the beautiful V-shaped of her neck and chest area and the small belly button ring she had, and pink platform sandals. Bracelets and toe rings graced her feet and ankles while small different color butterfly clips sat in her auburn hair that was neatly semi-braided and pulled back. Her makeup consisted of blue sparkle eyeshadow and light black eyeliner, with a soft glittery tone covering the rest of her skin.

"Matt's jaw is going to hit the damn floor when he sees you." "Speaking of Matt, I wish I knew where he was. I texted him, but he hasn't responded."

As they walked down the stairs, Folio was glad that the living room and kitchen were out of view from where they were. The house was dead quiet and not a lot of light shone through the blinded up windows. Her phone vibrated with a text from Matt.

"Close your eyes."

Y/N looked up and around.

"What's wrong?" Folio asked, fighting the urge to smile.

She shook her head and frowned.

"Matt. He's playing one of his games.

"Are you stalking me and being a creep Matt Dierkes? Where are you? It's my birthday and you should be here with me. Folio and I are back. I found your note and did what you told me to, but you're not here to see it!"

"You seem angry," Folio stated as he watched her aggressively type.

Y/N glared at him. He grinned and raised an eyebrow, that familiar impish glint in eyes.

"Oh, I see it, baby, don't you worry about that. Now, do what I said and close your eyes."

"Then what? Do I just stand here?"

"Go to the living room."

"What's wrong?" "Should I be worried that my boyfriend is playing creepy stalker at the moment?" looking over at Folio quizzically. "I'd be more worried about him losing his shit and going raging bull in a China shop crazy because you're not doing what he wants.” "Fair point," she agreed, chuckling. "He wants me to close my eyes. I don't want to die before thirty, so would you guide me?" "Sure thing, sweetheart. Where are we going?" "The living room."

Folio took Y/N's hand and carefully led her there, stopping shortly. He let go of her hand, quietly stepping away as Matt moved in close.

"Nick, where did you go!"

Warm, moist lips landed on hers, pulling her into a captivating kiss.

"Don't open your eyes until I say so," Matt whispered into her ear.

Hands slipped around her waist, gliding against her skin like silk and gently yanking her into the body they belonged to. She was very familiar with that touch and would know it anywhere. Wrapping her hands around his neck, Y/N laid her body against Matt's, leaning into his kiss that deepened with every touch.

"God, you look so fucking good right now, all I want to do is pick you up and take you to our bedroom, where I can rip off these close an ravage your body." "Then do it. I won't complain," she grinned. "I know you wouldn't, beautiful. You'd let me do whatever I wanted to you," Matt exhaled, kissing her forehead. "Come with me," he whispered, leading her further into the living room. "Are you ready?" "Mmm-hmm, I think so," she said, squealing in excitement from the anticipation.

It was quiet again. Y/N was tired of keeping her eyes closed. She huffed, shifted her weight with her hands on her hips and was about to open her mouth when...

"SURPRIZE!!!!!!!!"

Her eyes flew open at the sudden sound, as the lights came on and as she looked around, she cupped her hands around her mouth, fighting back the tears. It was like she had stepped back into 2000 again. Posters of the bands she liked so much graced the living room walls. There was a hanging cd backdrop for pictures, confetti and multicolor balloons inflated all over the floor and on strands of ribbon,  silver disco balls hanging from the ceiling, and a huge banner that hung in the archway between the kitchen and living room that said "Happy Birthday".

The shouts, cheers, and whistles of her friends filled the room. Y/N looked around at the faces of the people she'd know as a teenager and the ones she'd come to know through the years. Jesse and the boys hugged her tight, giving her cheek and forehead kisses. Chris did as well, smiling softly when wiping the single tear that slid down her cheek. Brody and Marcus from Invent (who she was not expecting to see again since touring with the guys the year before) found their way over to her, offering hugs and happy birthday wishes. Everyone was there just for her and it was the best feeling ever.

"I don't understand," she cried, utterly surprised. "About what," Matt asked, cupping her face to kiss her. "How did, who-"

"I did. Well, the guys helped... a lot," he confessed, huffing a light laugh. "I've been planning this the past month, trying to keep it a secret from you, and let me tell you, that was hard as shit. You are so damn nosy about stuff."

Y/N laughed, agreeing.

"You need to come see the cake," taking her hand and leading her into the kitchen. 

It was incredible and very vintage, having everything on it from images of MTV, TRL and Bratz to a Motorola flip phone and cd's. Edible Butterfly clips and "I love 2000's" stickers decked out the bottom overtop light pink, blue and white icing.

"Matt, this is just too much, baby!" she cried turning to him. Touching his face, she reached up and placed her lips on his quickly, already wanting so much more of him than she was allowed to have. "Nothing is ever too much for you, beautiful. I'd rip the damn sun out of the sky if you asked me to, that's how much I love you."

Y/N fought the urge to cry. "I love you too, Matt," she whispered, laying her head against his chest.

"Dude, is there a song she doesn't know?" Noah sighed, watching Y/N mingle with the guest. "Will you quit with the music, bro," Jolly groaned. "I just don't get how people like this!" "Noah, do you realize that half the fucking world probably says the same thing about our music," Folio stated, tossing his empty water bottle in the trash.

Noah's face fell, his expression deadpanned.

"Fuck. Fair point, okay, I'll stop," he promised. "Finally, god!" Nick said in relief. 

Noah smiled and they all broke out in a good laugh.

Y/N searched for Matt as one of her absolute favorite songs came on. The familiar slow guitar sound blaring from the speaker had her reminiscing as she looked around for her other half, hoping to find him soon in the sea of people and when she did, their eyes locked, and the look Matt was giving her made her blush. He smiled, and made his way over to her.

"Happy birthday." "Thank you," she sighed, falling into his arms. "I need you to come dance with me." "Nope. I don't dance." "Matt, please!" "No way, especially with all these people here." "Matt," she pleaded, giving him her best sad puppy-dog eyes.

Matt exhaled, grumbling in frustration but agreed.

She took his warm hand in hers and led him to the middle of the floor, placing her hand on his heart. His body froze for a moment but then his hand slipped around her waist and drew her in closer to him.

"Like this?" he asked unsure. "Yeah, like that,” she answered gently.

Matt released the breath she didn't know he was holding and rested his chin against her head as they began to slowly sway, caught up in the moment of just them and the song.

"What is the name of this song?" "This I Promise You" "Who's it by?" "Nsync."

Matt hummed. He turned his head down, snuggling his face closer to hers.

"I like it. I can relate to it," he confessed, moving her a little faster now as the feeling of slow dancing began to stick.

"You can?" Y/N swallowed hard, her heart racing fast. "To every word."

She looked up at him, smiling at the man in her arms.

"Have I ever told you how much I love looking at you?"

Matt shook his head. "You never have to say it. I already know."

The tears Y/N had been fighting finally fell, leaving stained trails down her cheeks.

"I love you, Matty."

He smiled softly, kissing her forehead before she laid her head against his chest.

"I love you, too, beautiful."

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hey Rose! Long time no talk. (Also got a new look)

Was wondering if you'd be down for a angst to comfort fanfic for Hank McCoy?

Hey DJ😃Yes, definitely long time no talk😃👍 Anyways, due to busy schedule, having trouble focusing on completing fanfics in general, and stuff happening in my personal life, it's taking me longer than usual to start on the requested fanfic, such as the fanfic you requested about Hank McCoy😅 However since I have worked on Angst to Fluff and Angst to Comfort for the genres, while also having angst and comfort for the genres for the fanfics I have worked on, an Angst to Comfort genre for Hank McCoy would definitely be something I would be very good about and am confident about completing I will write "y/n" for the reader as I usually have been in the fanfics you've requested and since you haven't mentioned about what gender you wanted for this request the reader will be gender neutral as well😃👍 As for the new look that's cool and I'm happy for you, DJ😁👍

*This fanfic contains pronouns in 1 or more paragraphs and contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅 {Hopefully the pronouns are alright DJ😅}

🧪I'm Sorry For What I Said... I Hope You Will Forgive Me?🧪(Hank McCoy (aka Beast) x Gender Neutral Reader)

Genres: Angst to Comfort (Warning⚠️: Mentions of discrimination, including mentions of remarks and derogatory names (and past discrimination), Mentions of Emotional State, mentions of past trauma, and mentions of break-up (it's angst to comfort, so I felt this time it was needed)

You and Hank have been in a relationship together for a few years ago. About five years and 6 months ago when you first met him, he saved your life from (up to reader's imagination which villain from any X-Men series who tried to attack the reader), then you praised him on how amazing he was, as you were so amazed that he saved your life from the villain. The both of you would both introduce yourselves to eachother, proceeding to exchange cellphone numbers with eachother, then months later the both of you became officially in a relationship together.

As the years went by, while the both of you had your ups and downs, there was nothing heated enough to get either of you to not talk to eachother, until that one night, when you came in the home you shared with Hank, as you seem to be "not yourself". He then noticed as he asked, "(y/n)? Is there something troubling you? Is there anything I can do to help? Will you please talk to me?", giving you a concerned, caring, look on his face. You then answered, "I don't know how else to tell you this, Hank... My friend has had a talk with me earlier and from what (friend name) told me was that I shouldn't bring you in public anymore, because of (his/her/their) friend (name up to the reader's imagination) has been making remarks about mutants and anyone else with super powers, especially using derogatory names while (his/her/their) friend also made remarks that I should break up with you, and (friend name) has also mentioned that despite of the changes in the world that has embraced those with super powers and mutants more, having you in public with me would only cause problems... I'm very sorry to inform you about this... It's really been bothering me all night Hank...".

Hank was very shocked and upset to hear everything that you've told him so far, as he jumped into the conclusion of what he feared, as he replied, "You mean to tell me that your friend is siding with that jerk?! And to make things worse, are you trying to tell me that you're breaking up with me?! I thought I knew you better than that, (y/n)!", in anger, while beginning to have tears in his eyes. "That's not what I'm doing! Please, Hank?! It's not exactly what you think! You gotta believe me!", you replied back, as you began to feel stressed about Hank's unexpected reaction to what you told him. Hank then turns himself around where he's not looking at you out of anger and not wanting to show his sobs, as he replied again, "Well, (y/n)... If it's not like that as much, as you sounded, then you need to get your priorities straight, because I'm starting to feel I can't trust you, because of what you told me what your friends' buddy said about taking (name up to reader's imagination)'s side and you not fighting for me, then I rather not talk, until I can get my emotional state in check and you can figure out what you really want to do with your life! So for now you can sleep on the couch!", proceeding to March into the bedroom he shared with you until that moment. He then locked the bedroom door, before began to sob in privacy and quietly, as he can.

A few days went by, as this became the first time since your relationship with Hank, that neither of you were talking to eachother which is due to a heated argument(?) that you had with him. While laying on the couch, you have been thinking about what happened between you and Hank, as you then completely blame yourself, worrying that you have to make things right, before shouting, "Hey Hank! I need to have another talk with you! I have been thinking about our conversation a few days ago and I sincerely owe you an apology! Please come out and talk to me! I'm really sorry, Hank!". To your surprise, Hank unlocked the door and left the room, as he replied, "I'm listening... What else you need to talk to me about, aside from an apology?", as if he's open ears for what you decide to tell him next.

"Well, Hank... I have been to thinkin maybe this conversation we had a few nights ago, was my fault... If I wouldn't have said anything and waited to decide, if I should end my friendship with, (friend's name) to say anything, you wouldn't have been upset about what I told you... I really made you angry...", you explained as tears started to fall from your face. Hank noticed that you felt hurt from the conversation you had with him, as much as he felt hurt, as he realized that he jumped to conclusions due to his past trauma and horrible discrimination due to being a mutant, and misunderstood what you said. He then proceeded to hug you, as you finally began to sob on his right shoulder, before he calmly assured, "It's okay to let your feelings out... I'm the one who should be sorry... It's not your fault... I just shouldn't have overreacted nor jumped to conclusions the way I did... I shouldn't have let my past abandonment and trust issues blind me the I did... There's no need to feel obligated to lose your friend, because of my anger... I hope you're willing to forgive me, (y/n)... I will let my actions show that I will do better...".

You stopped sobbing, as you noticed that your boyfriend, Hank had tears rolling down his face as he was hurting inside from the heated conversation you had with him a few nights ago, just as much as you were hurting from that night. You wrapped your arms around him, petting his head, as the both of you looked into eachother's eyes, as you replied, "I always forgive you, Hank... No matter how heated our conversations get, how could I not forgive you and how could I not love you? You're not just my boyfriend, not just my future husband, not just my best friend, you're also my soulmate, as our hearts are entwined, meaning we're meant for eachother no matter what life throws at us." Both you and Hank have forgiven eachother, as the both of you continued to comfort eachother, until both you and Hank felt secured with eachother again. (Up to reader's imagination, if the reader actually ends up ending the reader's friend with the reader's friend or not)

Since the day both you and Hank have forgiven and comforted eachother, your relationship has been getting better and stronger, than it ever was before. You even decided to discuss your boundaries with everyone else, including friends and family, especially pertaining your relationship with him. Hank did let you know that it's okay for you to have your boundaries with him, because Hank will definitely respect your boundaries.

One day, you and decided to have a wedding, so the both of you got married that day. Everyone who has been respectful of your boundaries (especially pertaining your love life with Hank), has came to your wedding, invited. After your wedding with Hank, as he became your husband and you became his spouse, the both of you went on a honeymoon together, which that day became the best day of your life and his life, as well.

🧪The💚End🧪

I do hope you enjoyed this requested fanfic, Tumblr Peeps😃👍As for you DJ, I hope I did this fanfic you requested with Hank McCoy in it some justice, as well, as I have finally got motivated to write the fanfic and came up with ideas for it😅🧪😃👍From the bottom of my heart and soul, I hope the ideas that are in this fanfic fits the "angst to comfort" genre🦋😁👍

@writers-requiem

[thequeenreaders]

sugar plump.

➵ sebastian stan/f! chubby reader

sebastian decided to celebrate with his friends at the best strip club in town and get laid tonight. drinking in the bar, the dj announced the next stripper and she caugh his attention.

realm: explicit smut, stripper! reader, modern au, 18+

caution: my old writing was ass (still is), profanity, billionare! seb, strip club, teasing, pole dancing, explicit smut, oral (both), anal, rough, creampie, overstimulation, squirting, daddy kink, insecurities, aftercare

length: 4,2k

notations: this was a stupid idea that popped in my head and decided to write it. 😁 (d/p) is dream profession.

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They all cheered Sebastian Stan and clanked their glasses filled with different kinds of alcohol, laughing and chatting with one another as a sexy song played in the background. It is Sebastian's 36th birthday and instead of throwing a party with other people, he wanted to be with his friends and a night of pleasure. They usually go to casinos and VIP bars but they wanted something new, so that's how they ended up here, half-naked women walking around and sex noises can be heard around the halls.

It's been a while since Sebastian had a woman in his bed and now he's looking for the perfect one, rejecting the strippers who desperately wanted to get in his pants. The woman who is now on the stage started to dance and some of his friends are watching while he just glanced at her and shrugged, looking around the club if there's anyone who can satisfy his-

"Seb!" His close friend, Chris Evans, nudged him on the arm and Sebastian whipped his head towards him, raising his brow as to why he called him. "Are you not gonna get a lady today? How about the one who's dancing right now?" They gave a quick look to the blonde dancer as she slid down the pole and opened her legs, the audience cheering and throwing money, "She's gorgeous."

Sebastian sighed and finished his drink, the alcohol burning his throat but he was already familiar with the feeling, "I am looking for one. I just keep getting the same type of woman all over again, I want someone new." He replied and stood up, placing his glass on the table and fixed his suit, "I'm going to get a drink, wanna come?"

Chris shook his head 'No' and leaned back on the leather seat, "Nah, I'm good. Just be sure to get a good night before your party's over." They both smiled before Seb left the table and went to the bar, sitting on the stool and asking the bartender for a strong drink.

He mumbled a 'Thank you' and took a sip of his drink, seeing other strippers seducing young and old men, some even women. Seb just continues minding his own business as the song ended and DJ announced the next lady, "Thank you for that wonderful dance, miss Candy Bomb." He removed the music disc and puts the new one, the song 'Or Nah' by Ty Dolla $ign blasts in the speakers, "Now let's give it up for... miss Sugar Plump!"

Sebastian isn't interested enough to look. However, when he heard the crowd cheered so loudly, his curiosity got him and turned around, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

The chubby stripper, known as Sugar Plump, slowly approached the pole and wrapped her hands around it, her hips swaying seductively and giving the sweetest smile you will ever see.

She is wearing a transparent bra and two butterflies covering her nipples. A panty that is very revealing and only covers her core, butterfly on the center.

As she roamed her hands around her soft body, Sebastian found himself staring at her from head to toe and longer than 2 minutes. He never did this to any girls, he just gets his release and leaves. This is the first time he appreciates someone's beauty and really wants to know her real name.

Judging by the smile on her face, he knew that she's one of those sweet and shy dames, which is rare to find in his city. His eyes following her every movement and his mind are full of questions about her, not knowing he's forming a small tent in his pants.

His breath hitch when she used the strength on her arms and lifted herself up effortlessly, opening her legs and the crowd went wild, throwing more money and it made her a bit confident, knowing that she's doing a good job.

Sebastian cleared his throat when the song has ended and people applaud, few of them shouting at her to have sex with them and she blushed, kneeling down and collecting the money from the floor. His eyebrows furrowed at the man who said that and scenarios flooded in his mind about other people touching your body, not wanting to share what's his.

After gulping down his drink, he headed back to his table and got a closer look to her face, biting his bottom lip on how she looks beautiful and cute. Sugar Plump was about to stand up when her heel broke, tumbling down and landing on her ass. Seb was surprised and he thought that she's going to be embarrassed, but she just laughs it off and removed her shoes, assuring the audience that she's okay and went back to the backstage.

Sebastian's lips curled into a small smile, catching Mackie's attention and looked at him in confusion, "Bro, are you okay?"

The smile on his lips didn't fade, his mind imagining the things he would do to you, "Yeah, I'm completely fine." He response and crossed his arms, "I finally found my birthday present."

'Okay, just be calm.' The shy girl told herself as she looks at herself at the mirror, 'Sebastian fucking Stan is just another customer.' After you came back from your dance, your friends were fangirling at how you look good at your performance and you brushed them off, getting compliments makes you flustered and hide your face in embarrassment.

A couple of minutes later, you were just chatting with your coworkers when your boss burst inside the room and told you that Sebastian Stan wants to buy you.

Buy you...

Buy me?!

The girls aren't for sale, so it confused you a bit. You guessed that Sebastian had offered something that changed your boss's mind.

Now you're just waiting for your room to be ready, extremely nervous of facing a well-known billionaire who's about to fuck you.

What if he doesn't like the sex?

What if he gets disgusted?

What if he gets disappointed at-

Your thoughts were interrupted when there's a knock on your door and asked you if you're ready, replying, "Yes, I'll be there in a minute." Taking a deep breath, you straighten out your outfit, "I hope it goes out great."

She approached the bed and gently lied down, her head on the pillows and getting comfortable on the fluffy mattress. Nobody hasn't bought the highest priced room for a while, most of the time is a room that has a couch and small furniture.

The room is lit by colorful dim lights, making the sexual tension better. It has posters of females wearing bikinis. The mattress and pillows are black and red, one of the sexiest colors you find.

You sat up and remembered to close the door so no other creeps are peeking. Turning around, you softly gasped at the person standing at the doorway.

Sebastian leaned on his side of the frame and observed his present with a smirk on his face. Sugar Plump is wearing a black negligee and underneath the thin clothing, she wears nothing but black lace panties. His smirk grew wider when he saw there's a black ribbon tied under her breasts, just the way he likes it.

His eyes show lust and predatory, licking his lips in hunger as he enters and shuts the door behind him with his foot, sending shivers down your spine and watching him stalk you like you're his prey. Your staring contest continued until you saw his hand came up to your face and placed it on your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb and he glances at your plum lips before returning it to your (E/C) ones.

He leaned closer to your ear and planted some small kisses, nibbling your earlobe, "What's your name, babydoll?" His husky voice tickled your core and the pet name made you whimper. "(Y-Y/N) (L/N)." You stuttered, slightly intimidated and horny at the same time.

You bit your lip when Seb stood straightly and removed his jacket and white t-shirt, his toned body tensed under your stare and you felt yourself soaking your panties, "What a cute name for a cute babygirl like you." He chuckled and you hung your head down, your cheeks heating up and fiddled with your fingers, your shyness getting the best of you.

Sebastian immediately noticed this and doesn't like it one bit, "Hey, hey..." He softly called you and cradle your face, forcing you to look back at him "Don't be shy, I'm now the only one who can see your goddess body. You're mine and I'm yours. Got it, doll?"

You couldn't help but crack a smile and nodded, "Yes, Mr. St-"

"Daddy." He cuts you off, his eyes darkening in lust, "Call me daddy whenever it's playtime."

Your eyes widened and gulped, your dirty mind doing a little dance since you also have a daddy kink, "Yes, daddy~" You tried to sound sexy likes the ones in porn videos, and a growl left Sebastian's lips.

He suddenly pushed you down to the bed and hungrily kissed your lips, swallowing your moans and you wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. You whimpered when he began grinding against your core and his dick is already rock hard, not believing someone like Sebastian Stan would take interest to some gal like you.

Your hands went to his brown locks as he lowered himself down and started sucking your neck and throat, his stubble tickling and yelped when he found your sweet spot and abused it until it turns to purple, marking it so people wouldn't dare steal you away from him, "Mine~" He muttered under his breath, "Stand up and undress for me, babygirl." He helped you stand up and sat down, leaning against the headboard and patiently waited for you to obey.

Licking your lips, you turned around and teasingly lifted your negligee over your head, your breasts fell against your chest and arching your back to show him off your butt. You heard a zipper unzipping and a groan in pleasure from him, "Turn around and crawl to me~" Following his command, your eyes immediately spotted his 10-inch throbbing cock and you gasped, never witnessing a cock THAT big before.

Your reaction caused his smirk to grow bigger and patted his lap with his hand while the other is slowly pumping his cock, "Come on, baby." Your eyes never left his cock as you crawled towards him and about to lick the tip but he quickly grabbed your jaw and pulled you to sit on his lap, "Fuck, doll. Look at you, so beautiful and delicious just for me~" He gently gripped both of your tits and squeezed them together. Without warning, he latched his mouth onto your nipples and moaned at the taste. He looks up to see your face in pleasure and biting your bottom lip to prevent many noises, "Nggh, mmh~"

His wet tongue swirling around your hard buds and pinching them with his index and thumb. After he's done with them, he hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed, your legs spread wide. Sebastian lowly whistled at how soaked your panties are and he couldn't help but gave a lick to your clothed core, his cock getting harder at the taste of your juices.

"Fuck, babygirl..." He wrapped his long, muscular fingers around the waistband of your panties and took it off, the smell of your slick in the air and it embarrassed you, turning your head to the side and closed your legs, and it made Sebastian growl in anger.

He harshly opened your legs again and smacked your clit, earning a surprised yelp from you, "Don't you dare close your legs, doll, I wanna see that tasty pussy of yours."

You hesitantly nodded, not wanting to make him upset again, "I-I'm sorry, daddy."

He smiled and kissed your inner thighs, avoiding the treasure and you're aching for his mouth, trying to move your hips but he keeps your thighs in place, "What do you want, babydoll?"

Your hips bucked when his warm breath hits your entrance and you couldn't take it anymore, "Please daddy, I want your mouth on my pussy!" You desperately pleaded as he nearly kissed your folds.

"Then what do I do?"

"Make me- Ahh!" You moaned when his lips finally connected to your slick, his tongue swirling every inch of your petals and you rolled your hips to his face, "Daddy~"

Seb groaned, his eyes remained on your beautiful face as he slid his tongue over your clit to your ass, "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Even just a few licks, you can already feel your climax coming and you hoped he wouldn't stop moving his amazing tongue, "Daddy, I'm gonna cum!" He didn't say anything, continuing to work on sucking your juices and reach your high.

You gasped when his two large fingers entered your cunt and that's what triggered your first orgasm for the night, rolling your head back in ecstasy and screaming his name. You thought Sebastian will stop once you're relaxed but he didn't, he kept on sucking your clit and his fingers in and out, seems like he's trying to milk another orgasm from you, "D-Daddy! Mmh!~"

He detached his mouth and crashed his lips onto yours, tasting your own cum from his tongue and you felt him insert his third AND fourth finger, fingering you in such a fast pace while his thumb rubbed your clit. You propped yourself to your elbows and gripped the mattress, your foreheads resting against each other and Sebastian staring intently into your eyes, "You like that, babygirl? You like daddy fingering your wet pussy, huh?" His dirty talk made you whimper and whispered a 'Yes', another knot starting to form on your abdomen and as if Seb could tell, he increases his speed and immediately, your legs spasm from reaching your second peak and your eyes widened in shock, covering your mouth at what just happened.

Sebastian chuckled at how cute you looked and gave you a kiss to your forehead, "Aww, is this babygirl's first time squirting?" You had your pussy get eaten a couple of times but it was only a few licks, not paying too much attention to it and straight-up bury their dick.

You silently nodded and breathe until you're calmed down, happy that he's the first one to do it to you. He slowly removed his coated fingers as you roam your hand on his chest to his stomach, licking your lips when you saw his red tip leaking with precum. Then a hand was brought up to your face and you knew what to do, so you opened your mouth and took his fingers, licking him clean.

He hummed as he watched you suck his fingers, completely mesmerized of your irresistible body, "You want to suck my cock, princess?" He questioned and you squealed in excitement, finally get to taste his big friend. Seb smirked and stands up, fully removing his pants and his fat cock proudly stands up. You went on fours and stared at his shaft in awe, "Daddy, you're so big~" Sticking your tongue out, you licked the base and teasingly went up to the tip, swirling around the head and collecting his precum, Sebastian groaning above you.

When it comes to blowjobs, he doesn't let the girl suck his cock, he does. He'll hold the head and fuck their mouth, not caring if they're gagging. But with you, he just let you take control of it, not wanting to hurt you. You took half of his dick with your mouth while you rubbed the parts that don't fit, massaging his balls and the warmth of your mouth is pure heaven.

Resisting the urge to take over, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and his grip tightened. You looked up at him and knew he wanted to do something, the face is already familiar from your past services. After practicing what you're going to say in your mind, you removed his cock from your mouth and Sebastian was about to ask but you cut him off with a kiss, him immediately melting to it. You put your hands on his cheeks, "I want you to take control, daddy. I want you to ruin my tight holes until I'm so sore, please daddy." You begged and waited for him to say something.

You saw hesitation in his eyes but you could tell he also wanted it, "D-Doll, I don't want to hurt you."

A small smile formed on your lips, "It's okay, daddy, I like it rough~"

The next thing you know is that you're on fours again and his cock is right back into your mouth, your moans sent vibrations through his cock as he began fucking your mouth, his balls slapping under your chin as he holds your face in a comfortable way, "FUCK! Your mouth feels so fucking good, babygirl. You like getting your mouth fucked, don't you?" You couldn't reply, all you could do is moan and look up at him.

You felt his cock twitch and he pulled away, leaving you in wonder and watched him leaned back on the headboard. You were suddenly pulled by the waist, your back facing him, "Ride me, (Y/N). Ride this fat cock 'til I cum." He held you by your hips as you positioned his tip to your entrance and sunk down, both moaning at the way he's stretching your walls and how you're so tight for him. After giving you a moment to adjust, you took him by surprise when you began rocking your hips, any man is lucky to feel how smooth your walls are.

"Mmh, daddy~ You're so big!" You moaned and fasten your speed, your hands placed on his thighs for support and your climax is starting to build up. Sebastian is gawking at how your ass jiggle every time you bounce and he couldn't help but spank your rear, causing you to let out a surprised moan and he snickered, panting because his high is near, "You like getting spanked, darling? Huh? What if I do that again?"

You smiled and rubbed your clit as Seb slaps your ass six more times, loving how it quickly turned into rosy red, "Oh daddy, I'm going- YES!" She screamed in pleasure when he gripped her hips and fuck up into you, your mouth opened in a small 'O' shape and after a few more thrusts, they both came.

Sebastian evilly chuckled when he saw you shaking above him and to torture you, even more, he gave you a couple of slaps to your clit while still buried inside you, your juices mix with his, "Turn around, doll." Gently, you lifted yourself up and whimpered when his still rock-hard cock touched your sensitive bundle of nerves. You turned and thought it was over when he spread your ass cheeks and shove his dick in your ass, your eyes widening and your breath hitched as he pounded, staring at you in awe and you lied down on his chest, "Oh daddy, you feel so good! Aah!" His heavy balls slapped against your rear, causing him to grunt and squeezed both of your cheeks.

"Come on, babygirl. Ride daddy's big fat cock, do it for me." You did as he said, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy, your bare pussy is such a view and he slid his thumb in ease, thrusting it to add more pleasure.

You don't know if you're gonna pass out soon, you kept riding him like there's no tomorrow and your fourth orgasm is coming, "Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh, daddy, I'm gonna- gonna cum on your big cock!"

"No!" You cried out when he unexpectedly pulled out and told you to stand up, your body desperate for another release. He followed as he grabbed your arms and wrapped them around his neck, "Jump, doll." You jumped and catches you under your thighs, now knowing what he's going to do next.

Sebastian roughly kissed her, her soft lips relaxing his heartbeat and he will kiss her forever if he could, "I'm gonna fuck you like this, babygirl. You're gonna scream for daddy as I pound in your delicious pussy. Now, put daddy's cock in." He demanded and you obeyed, moaning at how his tip stretches you immediately and once he's inside, he thrusts up and the sensation was euphoria. No man has ever carried you because you were too heavy for their liking. Therefore, this was new to you and it made you feel better about your body, thanks to this man who decided to buy you.

You clung onto Sebastian, burying your face in the crook of his neck and planting kisses to his jaw and ear, whispering how good he's making you feel, "Oh daddy! Your cock feels so good in my pussy, you're gonna make me cum again~"

Your words boost his ego so much and pounded deeper, tears forming at the corner of your eyes, "You like that, huh? You like daddy fucking you so deep?" You sealed his lips with yours and closed your eyes, a tear dropping down to your cheek and Sebastian noticed this once you pulled apart, "Aww, is it so good that you're crying? Come on baby, you have another one in you, let go for me." His gravelly voice sent goosebumps to your skin and after a few hard thrusts, both of you finally came, screaming each other's name and covering his cock with your fluid while he shoots ribbons of his hot seed.

Seb carefully laid down, the girl above him softly panted, her head on his chest and tracing random patterns with her finger. He smiled and poked her nose, capturing her attention, "Yes, Mr. Stan?" You weren't sure if you're allowed to call him by his first name, so you used formalities.

He raised his brow, "(Y/N), just call me Sebastian. No need to use those." He kissed your forehead, contented to have you in bed with him while you were questioning why Sebastian Stan chose you over some skinny strippers. You were spacing out and not realizing Seb was talking until he called out your name, "Are you okay, babydoll?"

You sighed, "Sorry, I was wondering why you chose a chubby girl instead of someone who is fit." You admitted and the memories of getting bullied in elementary and high school came back, your blood boiling at the people who hurt you.

"Doll..." He called and used his index and thumb to make her look at him, "I didn't choose you because I felt bad or pity, there was something about you that made me want you, need you. You have something that I wanted for a long time that no one could ever give me. I don't know why a sweet girl like you would end up in this hellhole."

You hummed and moved closer to him, feeling comfortable and Seb felt like it's an achievement to him, "My reason is cliché, like the ones you see in the books and movies, I need money." You stated and ran your thumb on his stubble.

He then remembered he did all his best to convince the boss until she eventually gave in, accepting the huge amount of money he offered just to get you out of here and stay with him, "You no longer need to, darling. You're now going to be loved and taken care of. The boss mentioned that you wanted to be a (D/P), is that correct?"

You nodded and he smiled, "I'm going to help you achieve that." Your eyes widened in shock and feel bad, not wanting to spend too much for you. "B-But isn't it too much? You already bought-"

"Shh..." He shushed you and closes his eyes, not even caring if he did spend a lot for you, as long as you're happy then he's happy, "Don't worry about it, it was only five hundred thousand."

You gasped and quickly sat up, ready to hit him with a pillow when someone knocked on the door, his voice muffled from the other side, "Sebastian, it's almost time. Are you done?" It was Anthony and Sebastian groaned in annoyance, knowing his friend not wanting to stay in this place any longer.

Seb sighed and about to stand up when you stopped him, confusion was written on your face, "You're leaving?" She questioned and she looks like a sad puppy, not wanting him to leave her alone. He smiled and gave her a chaste kiss, "Baby, I will pick you up tomorrow so packed up all of your stuff and we'll go shopping and eat anywhere you like. Deal?" Your eyes brightened at the idea and nodded excitedly, happy you're not working in this shithole anymore and sad because you're leaving the friends you made while working here, but you promise that you'll text and go out with them if there's a chance.

"Okay, daddy."

[atimeofyourlife]

The culture wars in your heart and your mind

Title from Kill the DJ by Green Day

It's not the first time he's seen Eddie go off on a tangent about the superiority of his interests. Honestly, it's far from it. The amount of times it had happened while they were both in high school, plus a number of times since they'd become friends. It was getting old. Hell, if it wasn't for knowing he'd be ridiculed for his interests at every turn, Steve might have tried to move beyond friendship with Eddie.

"You know it's just in your head, right?" Steve said, cutting Eddie off mid-rant.

"What?" Eddie replied, looking irritated at being interrupted.

"This whole my interests are better than yours, my music is better than yours schtick. Most of us don't really care that much about sticking to one genre. Sure I listen to pop, and I like Madonna and Tears for Fears and stuff like that. But I listen to rock, I love Bruce Springsteen, Queen, Van Halen, Bon Jovi. I'll even listen to stuff like Dio. You're the only one here that thinks one genre is superior to others."

"Don't even try to compare them. Tears for Fears can't even reach the complexity of Dio. And even trying to count Springsteen as rock, it's offensive to the genre." Eddie started off again, only to be interrupted by Robin this time.

"Just because you don't like something doesn't make it offensive. You're not the keeper of music or anything."

"Yeah. And why does music have to have complexity to be good? Can't it just be good because it sounds good." Steve pointed out. "And you claiming that Tears for Fears don't have complexity? Hello, Mad World? The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had? How can you say that doesn't have complexity."

"It's the principle of it." Eddie huffed. "The masses will listen to mindless pop, ignoring music that could actually make a difference."

"Just admit that you're wrong, dude. This is a culture war all in your mind."

just a mini fic based off a song 🤷 I might do more of these when I can't think of anything else to write

[eldritchelfwriter]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five of your other fave writers. Spread the self-love! (It is me, @shadowfalllen, I'm unable to send asks from my bg3 account)

Thanks Shadowfallen, @fogno and @callmelyrus for sending me this, that's very lovely of you.

Initially I thought "that's disingenuous for me to say my 5 favourite when I only have five?" but then it was pointed out to me that that's not the spirit of the game, and I have also enjoyed reading why people enjoy their own writing (I mean we write because we enjoy something about these ideas so finding out what the "hook" is for people in their own work is pretty fascinating!)

Shadowheart Begins This story feels like a very close and dear friend to me. My first fanfic, 120k of love, hope and healing. I started the fic with the idea of healing Shadowheart and it kind of healed me in some ways in the writing of it too. Certainly, I found out I could finish a story and stretched myself in ways I never imagined I ever would.

Reaching For You The Dark Justiciar redemption work I would never have written had one of the readers of SB not posed the challenge. But the story came to mind quickly and I was seized by it despite then having to cry my way through writing it, lol. I found that I really enjoyed writing a shorter story where the stakes and impact needed to be really high. Despite going through the emotional wringer, it also feels good to know that DJ Shadowheart can be redeemed, that there's always hope for Shadowheart.

Wind Change The healing journey for Florwyn and Shadowheart continues in the ongoing sequel to Shadowheart Begins. I'm excited to bring a very original story that is not constrained by the game sequence of events for these two (even if that means it takes longer for me to write each chapter!) They are gonna get even more healed!

I'll Be Your Light Part 2 is coming together slowly I promise! I think ultimately the thread of my writing always has "the power of love" and this wolfheart work with Kat and Shadowheart enabled me to explore some very new ideas for that flip on its head what we might expect from a Shadowheart romance that are nevertheless close to my heart. Despite this work being sometimes hair pulling, it makes me all the more fiercely proud of writing it.

One Hundred Years of Anger This was supposed to just pick up at the Shadowfell and carry on but oh no, apparently I have to write Aylin and Isobel's early years AND make it a crossover work with Shadowheart Begins. :) I love those two moon lesbians and I have the bestest most happiest ending planned for them even if it isn't currently a priority fic to write.

[stygiansauce]

sauce, holy crap. i just finished MOE chapter 4 and my god that was AMAZING!!!!!!!

your writing is genuinely some of the best i've ever read, fanfiction or otherwise. the way you write ranchers had me kicking and screaming, their banter is just SO GOOD AHHHHHH

anyways, i am so happy i randomly stumbled across your blog a few weeks ago and read MOE (and then you followed me and i may have lost my mind a bit) who said that, i'm a totally chill calm person! mhmhmhm

the way you wrote the angst for this chapter was so good, and the fact that Tango couldn't look at Jimmy but still tried to comfort him, and their whole flirty scene in the store, and the way you incorporated Tango's guilt for liking Jimmy cause of Grian (i think i remember you saying you were struggling to do that but this worked SO WELL)

and not to mention the playlists, i love them sm, the team TIES one is literally just all music i grew up listening to when my dad played it and yes they would absolutely listen to that sorta music

apologies for the complete chaos that was this ask (i have no coherent thoughts about your fic, it's mostly just happy screaming inside my head that doesn't translate to words very well) (and also this was very long.....i do not know how to do asks very well.....oops....)

wait i need to add one more thing, you're unnamed super hero au????? like hello?????? it sounds so cool!!!!! if/when you ever do anything with it, i will lose my mind even more than i've already lost it (but even just your little posts on here make my brain go "brrrr" lol)

okay, now i'm actually done bothering you (for now) (that came off more threatening than i meant) so, byee!

GUYS! This is my moot Grem, He makes posts about Tango and I know when he wakes up becuase he spams my notifications and I love it. Go follow Grem, we love Grem.

HAAIIII GREM!!!! You could never bother me. Here at Sauce INC. we write long posts back and annoy everyone that follows me.

I am so so so so so so so happy you liked the chapter. she was a labor of LOVE. lots of chatting with Junie (the all knowing beta) and making sure we got Tango to feel right for the obsicals he was facing. Trying to tie in parallels and set up forshadowing. everyone please send a silent thank you to June.

I am so happy you noticed Tango's comfort in the car. one of the last things I wrote for that scene was the gorge analogy because I was stumped on how he would reply to that. Like your crush just dumped all this crazy lore on you, what do you even say to that? how do you react?? (again, thank you June for Tango's line "I don't think thats very fair to you" or something like that)

I loved the store!! It came out of me in like three hours and then I didnt need to touch it. (This reminds me an anon asked to see my writing process and I used the store scene for that. I need to post the stages of scene progression for them)

YES! The anon that reminded me the purpose of this fic THANK YOU. that ask is the reason scene four got the big brown eyes conversation and the flashback to set up future chapters.

The TIES playlist is so silly to me and I think you guys will also love Oli's banger DJ set, but i won't release that until chapter five comes out because spoils. I do love TIES ENGINEERING though because I got on the phone with my dad and we put songs on it together. I'm so glad we could make our blorbos old men at heart.

the superhero AU will be getting a fic...one day. I'm trying to work out the plot but there are like 4 main fics to the MOE verse and I wanna start drafting dealing in dispair too. one day, and I will give you all peeks along the way.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK GREM WE LOVE YOUUUUUUU!

[antheyaaa]

hello! could you write a cal fic where he and reader go to prom together? or maybe set in the limo scene and reader kinda defends cal (ik that technically the kids weren’t bullying him or anything, but subtly, yk?) anyways thank you in advance!!

“Prom Night & Polite Comebacks”

Calvin Gabriel x reader

Prom.

Reader never really cared for the idea of it—sweaty dance floors, bad DJ remixes, and people pretending this one night meant something. But when Cal awkwardly walked up to her locker, clutching a folded piece of notebook paper like it was a lifeline, something changed.

“Hey,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “I, uh... If you don’t have a date for prom, maybe we could... go together?”

Reader blinked, then smiled slowly. “Sure. But only if you promise not to let me trip over my dress.”

He looked like he might pass out from relief.

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The limo was a tight squeeze. Eight seniors, crammed in together, radiating excitement and perfume. Cal sat beside Reader, his posture tense, hands locked between his knees. She could feel the nerves radiating off him like static.

“Dude, what’s with the suit?” someone from across the seat asked, half-laughing. “That vintage?”

Cal opened his mouth, but no words came.

Reader leaned in, smiling sweetly. “It’s thrifted. You know, from that store you walked by because you were too scared of the mannequins.”

A few people chuckled. The guy shrugged and turned back to his phone. Cal glanced at her, gratitude in his eyes.

“You didn’t have to,” he mumbled.

“I know,” she replied. “But I wanted to.”

By the time they reached the venue, the tension in his shoulders had eased slightly. The hall was decked out in twinkling fairy lights, the walls draped in gold and navy streamers. Reader took his hand—hesitating only a second—and pulled him toward the dance floor.

“We don’t have to dance,” Cal said.

“We don’t,” she replied. “But I want to.”

They swayed awkwardly at first, both a little off-beat, a little shy. But as the night wore on, something shifted. They talked, laughed, shared inside jokes and sips of punch. Cal relaxed around her in a way Reader rarely saw from him in public.

Later, outside, when the crowd had thinned and the music became just background noise, he turned to her and said, “Tonight didn’t suck.”

Reader smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. “That’s practically a love confession from you.”

He laughed. It was soft, but real.

“I’m glad you came with me,” he added.

“I’m glad you asked.”

They sat on the curb for a while, letting the night breathe around them. And in that quiet, Reader realized prom had turned out to be a little magical after all—not because of the decorations or the DJ, but because of a shy boy in a thrifted suit who finally smiled like he meant it.

I had a little trouble writing this since I'm not watching the movie but I hope I managed to write it well and that you enjoy it🤞😞.When my Pinterest is fixed, I will put the photos at the top as usual☺️

With love-Antheya

[garden-of-gay]

Can You Feel It? It's Burlesque! Part 7

We have made it to another part!! This is a longer one, and I'm thrilled because we get Steve and Eddie arguing, followed closely by the tension FINALLY breaking. Plus, some minor Buckingham, which I love writing. Be warned, there is smut in this chapter, and if that is not your forte, stop reading at "Steve walked away with a simple comment" and skip to "The shower was nice". Other than that, I hope you enjoy this chapter <3

Ch 1, Ch2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8

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Eddie was excited about work. He had never been excited about working before, but since working at the club, he had found himself excited about working. He loved what he did, and he knew the people there, making it a comfortable environment to be himself in. So when he walked into work today and was greeted with an unfamiliar face, he knew he was in for a treat. 

“Hey, are you lost?” Eddie called out to the petite blonde who stood, staring at the stage. 

“What, sorry?” She asked, turning around.

She was a pretty girl, probably in her early twenties, and had an air of confidence about her that Eddie picked up on immediately. 

“I asked if you were lost,” Eddie said.

“What gave you that impression? I’m right where I’m supposed to be,” She said with a smile before turning back to face the stage.

“Spunky,” Eddie thought to himself. 

He didn’t know who this girl was, but he liked her already.

“I’m Eddie,” He said, striding over to where she was standing and sticking his hand out. 

“I know, I’ve seen you in the paper. I’m Chrissy,” She replied, taking Eddie’s hand and shaking it. 

“Well, what brings you here, Chrissy?” Eddie asked.

“I’m a new dancer here. I’m taking over for Billy,” Chrissy said. 

Eddie’s eyes widened at this, he had no idea that Billy was no longer at the club. Honestly, it was a relief he was tired of the man’s aggression. 

“I had no idea that he didn’t work here anymore. What happened?” Eddie asked Chrissy. 

“I don’t know all the details, but apparently, he got into it with Joyce last night and quit. She called me, telling me that if I still wanted to work here, a job had just opened up. I figured I would be a fool not to take it, so I said yes,” Chrissy explained. 

“Wow…that’s not shocking. I can’t lie and say I didn’t see this coming,” Eddie replied with a chuckle.

“I know. I’ve been waiting for this to happen since I first met him,” Chrissy said.

“You met him before?” Eddie asked, surprised. 

“Yeah, I’m friends with Vickie, and she was the one who put in a good word for me with Joyce when they were hiring for her spot. Obviously, you ended up with her job, but it landed me on Joyce’s radar, which then landed me this job,” She recounted.

“Sorry I stole your job,” Eddie joked.

“It’s fine, you clearly deserved it more because…I mean, look at you now,” Chrissy said, in awe.

“Regardless, I know what it is like to be in between gigs,” Eddie said sheepishly.

“It worked out fine in the end because I get to work here now alongside you. Plus, it gave me time to expand my DJ-ing”, Chrissy said. 

“You DJ?” Eddie asked with a laugh.

“Yeah! I’m actually set to DJ Vickie’s wedding,” She explained excitedly.

They both laughed and chatted a bit more before Chrissy told Eddie that she was going to go find Joyce as she had choreography to go over. Eddie found himself liking Chrissy quite a bit and was excited to have her on the crew. He told her as much before he pointed her in the direction of Joyce’s office and made his way backstage to get ready. 

-

The performance that night went off without a hitch. Chrissy was a natural and fit right into the numbers, dancing alongside the others as if she had been there the whole time. She got along with the others easily, and it made him smile. Eddie made sure to invite her to dinner with the rest of the dancers since he knew what it was like to be the new person. 

Over dinner, they exchanged stories of being small-town queer kids and the craziness of the big city, by the end of the night, Eddie was now certain that he had found his new best friend in Chrissy.

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When Eddie got home, he noticed a couple of things. Number one was that Steve wasn’t on the couch, and upon further inspection—AKA opening the bedroom doors—Eddie saw Steve fast asleep on the bed. This led him to number two, he would have to sleep on the couch tonight in his going-out clothes because the last thing he wanted to do right now was disturb Steve. So Eddie resigned himself to get as comfortable as he could on the couch before eventually dozing off. 

-

Eddie was awoken by the loud sounds of a coffee grinder and the face of a grimacing Steve.

“Morning,” Steve snarked.

“Do you really have to do that at 6 a.m.?” Eddie sleepily shot back. 

“Coffee?” Steve asked with a smirk, turning off the coffee grinder for a moment as he spoke before turning it right back on. 

“No, but a little peace and quiet would be nice,” Eddie huffed before getting up.

“You are a little overdressed for breakfast,” Steve said.

“My pajamas were in the bedroom, which was occupied,” Eddie remarked.

“You’re never here, so it’d be stupid for me to crash on the couch when there is a perfectly good, EMPTY bed right there,” Steve said before pressing the button on the coffee grinder again, this time just to annoy Eddie. 

“So, what do you want? You want the bedroom back?” Eddie asked, annoyed.

“Should be used by someone,” Steve remarked. 

“I’m home every night! Maybe not when you think I should be, but I’m here. Last I checked, you’re my roommate, not my mother,” Eddie retorted. 

“However, since it is such an issue…what the hell, I’ll take the couch; you can have the bedroom. I don’t care anymore,” Eddie continued.

“FINE!” Steve yelled.

“FINE!” Eddie yelled back, lying back down on the couch. 

“You know, you're going to have to move your shit, right?!” Steve said.

“I realize that, genius,” Eddie snarked.

“It is a total mess in there. You got stuff everywhere! Clothes, shoes…hair,” Steve listed.

“JESUS, Steve, what is your problem!? You’re acting like a total prick! Is there something you want to say?” Eddie yelled, storming towards Steve. 

“It’s not just me; the people who care about you are worried,” Steve screamed back.

“What people?” Eddie asked more calmly.

“People, you know? People. Your friends at the club! Robin, Barb, Carol, Joyce, and even ME! We’re like a family there, and we look out for each other,” Steve muttered, losing steam.

“Right, you all look out for each other like Lonnie looks after Joyce and Billy looks out for…Oh! Everyone,” Eddie said angrily. 

“And Henry? He’s going to look after you? No, it’s fine, it’s fine…because he can make things happen for you. So go ahead and make a deal with the devil,” Steve stated.

“First, Henry is not the devil. He’s a smart businessman who happens to be a gentleman. He knows what he wants, and he goes for it,” Eddie remarked loudly.

“I’m just saying. Life is about the choices you make,” Steve said, walking towards the bedroom.

“The choices I MAKE?! You're a bartender-slash-piano player who writes songs that are never ready!” Eddie yelled in Steve’s face. 

“Wow, that’s just perfect…perfect,” Steve said, closing the doors between him and Eddie.

Eddie threw the pillow on the couch at the lamp, and Steve opened the doors to momentarily send Eddie a withering look momentarily. 

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“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride,” the officiant's voice rang out in the chapel.

Vickie launched forward to kiss Dan as the room exploded in applause.

-

The reception was beautiful; everyone was milling about as Dan and Vickie swayed to Forever Young by Alphaville. 

“Wait, what do you mean you're still in New York? Why?!” Steve asked into the phone angrily.

He paced back and forth as Nancy talked, but he honestly wasn’t hearing much of it at this point. 

“So you just decided not to come?!” Steve ground out, trying to keep the rage at bay.

Nancy said something about how her future depends on this piece and that it could make her career. Or at least that’s what Steve gleaned from it, as he was seeing red at this point. 

“Why does every conversation we have end up being about your future?” Steve asked 

Steve glanced over to where Eddie was standing, and it just so happened that Eddie looked back at him. 

“You know what, you’re right. We definitely should be thinking about our futures, I might just be looking at mine now,” Steve said before hanging up without so much as a goodbye. 

Steve continued to look at Eddie for a moment, taking him in, as Eddie stared back at Steve’s angry face. 

Eddie broke eye contact, first looking towards the floor and busying himself with his drink. 

-

“That DJ is hot,” Gareth said to Robin.

Robin recognized immediately that he was talking about Chrissy, who was the new dancer at the club and also apparently was a DJ. She forgave him for not knowing that as he had been out the last two weeks sick with the flu. Still, she indulged him as it gave her an excuse to look at Chrissy, who Robin fell in love with the moment she saw her. 

“You think so?” Robin asked.

Chrissy glanced up and looked in the direction of Robin and Gareth, making Robin blush.

“She keeps looking at me,” Gareth said with a huff.

“Maybe she is crazy for you, she can sense that you know your way around sound equipment.” Robin dropped her voice into a seductive purr before laughing. 

“Really, you think?” Gareth asked with hope in his voice.

She was not going to be the one to burst his bubble that Chrissy was gay, or at least Robin thought she was. 

“I think so,” She said as Chrissy continued to look hungrily at Robin, eyes raking over her form. 

Robin felt her face heating up but refused to look away; this was a dangerous game, and Robin intended to win. 

“She’s gorgeous. I think she likes me,” Gareth said.

“She is gorgeous,” Robin parroted back, taking a sip of her water and continuing to make eye contact. 

-

Steve danced around the floor with Robin and Joyce, both of them trying to cheer him up. He appreciated the sentiment and loved spending time with both women, but right now, he wanted to drown his failed engagement in alcohol. 

“Would you ever want this again?” Robin asked Steve 

“Maybe, I’m not really sure right now,” Steve said honestly.

“I think you will. Give it plenty of time, and you’ll be itching to get hitched to the person you love,” Robin told him as they swayed about. 

“You know, there is only one woman I could see spending the rest of my life with now. "And unfortunately, except for a really drunk night in Reno years where she kissed me and it was weird…she bats for the other team,” Steve said, looking fondly at Robin. 

“Oh no, she bats for the pink team,” Robin said with a gentle chuckle.

Steve and Robin continued their sway for a little bit before Robin spun Steve into her and gently said in his ear:

“It wasn’t Reno; it was Tahoe, babe, and yes, it was weird.”

She then proceeded to plant a kiss on his cheek before spinning him back out as they laughed.

-

Steve had long since found purchase at the bar, leaving Robin to dance with the other guests when he heard someone approach. 

“Shot of Patrón, please,” Eddie said next to Steve.

“Make it two,” Steve said to the bartender.

“Looking kind of lonely there, Steve,” Eddie joked, all sing-songy.

“Liberated, maybe. Libated definitely. But lonely? No, never lonely,” Steve jested back.

They had received their shots, and Steve stared at Eddie for a moment. 

“Cheers,” Steve said, looking at Eddie. 

Eddie just rolled his eyes, leaving Steve to announce a “Clink” before they both downed their shot. 

Steve pushed his shoulder into Eddie’s, getting really close to him before asking: 

“How’s it going?” 

This got Eddie to chuckle before he shoved Steve back. 

“God. What are we, in junior high?” Eddie joked.

“Indianapolis, are you still mad at me? You know, cause if you are…bring it on baby,” Steve asked suddenly, getting back into Eddie’s personal space. 

“Are you drunk?” Eddie asked.

Steve ignored his question, opting to instead look at Eddie's face for a moment before recognizing the song that was playing. 

“Oh, I love this song! YES!” He exclaimed, pointing towards Chrissy’s DJ booth.

Chrissy pointed back at him with a wide grin on her face. 

“Oh, you rock,” He said to her.

Eddie began to walk away when he felt a hand grab his.

“Woah, woah, woah…I’m sorry for being a class-A prick,” Steve said, pulling Eddie into a sway on the dance floor. 

“You were,” Eddie replied.

���I was,” Steve said in agreement.

“And as of about…some time ago, I’m officially a single man,” Steve explained. 

“You and Nancy broke up?” Eddie asked gently. 

“That we did, which explains why I’m here alone. So why are you here alone?” Steve questioned.

“Do I really look alone to you?” Eddie asked, eyes shining brightly. 

Steve gasped softly. 

If you were to ask Steve, he would have told you that Eddie, at that moment, was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He wanted nothing more than to kiss him. 

Instead, he spun Eddie around on the dance floor and swayed with him close to his chest. 

-

Eddie and Steve stumbled into their apartment, both of them had gotten a lot more drunk than they had planned to making them giggly and wobbly. 

Steve slammed the door to the apartment shut and accidentally knocked over the lamp with his stumbling.

“Careful,” Eddie giggled and stumbled onto the couch as Steve fought to put the lamp back in its place. 

“Oh, my feet are killing me. Take off these shoes, please. Help me,” Eddie whined.

Steve grabbed Eddie’s ankle and began to try and shimmy the shoe off it but didn’t get very far as they were both laughing too hard. 

“Wait, wait, be careful,” Eddie laughed as Steve pulled at the shoe. 

“I got it. No, no,” Steve exclaimed, knocking over the lamp again.

“Stay,” Steve told the lamp like it was a bad dog. 

Eddie laughed some more at this, he was pretty sure he had never laughed as much in his life as he had tonight with Steve. When his laughter died down, he was left just looking at Steve as he looked back. They both stared for a moment, unspoken tension hanging thick in the air before Eddie just gently shrugged at Steve. 

“Good night,” Steve said gently, admiring Eddie for a moment before making his way to the bedroom.

“Night,” Eddie replied, admiring Steve as he walked away. 

Steve closed the doors to the bedroom, and Eddie laid back on the couch, feeling the exhaustion creep in. He listened to the sounds of Steve shuffling about in the room when he heard the doors open again. There stood Steve, clad in some truly ridiculous pajamas, and Eddie couldn’t help but laugh for a second. 

“Cute jammies,” Eddie said with another laugh.

“Robin got these for me, thank you very much, and I haven’t worn them yet,” Steve said with a giggle and a flourish of his hands.

“Go figure,” Eddie huffed. 

“I forgot to lock the door,” Steve said, watching as Eddie got situated under the blanket on the couch.

“Got it?” Eddie asked.

“Yep, good night,” Steve said as he sped-walked back to the bedroom and closed the doors again. 

“Good night,” Eddie said, amusement apparent in his voice.

A moment later, the doors opened again. This time, Steve was in his pajama bottom sans shirt. It took everything in Eddie not to stare heavily at Steve’s strong physique as he spoke.

“Back again?” He asked.

“Water. Don’t want a hangover,” Steve said as he marched past Eddie into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and drinking it before retreating back to the room. 

Eddie watched him all the way as he walked, taking the moment to admire the man sent by the gods. Steve looked so handsome in the soft glow of the bedroom light, and Eddie wanted to bite and mark up Steve’s perfect body so that way everyone would know that Eddie had been there. None of that happened though, instead, Eddie said his goodnight to Steve again and watched as he closed the doors yet again. 

Eddie had just gotten comfortable on the couch when he heard the doors open for a third time and started to giggle, wondering what Steve could possibly need this time. 

“Now, I know—I know I forgot something else,” Steve announced.

Eddie listened to Steve as he listed off the things he had already done, his back turned to the man as he struggled to take off his jewelry.

“That’s it. Hungry. I’m hungry,” Steve said with a snap. 

Eddie started to laugh as he realized that Steve was only clad in a pair of boxers that did nothing to hide his dick. Eddie placed his hands over his eyes as he laughed and then decided to take another peek, which caused him to let out a scream as his face started rapidly heating up. 

“What is so funny?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

“Steve! Well, you’re—” Eddie started.

The words got lost on the way out when he took another look at Steve and saw that there was a box of cookies now in front of his crotch, which only brought more attention to Steve’s seemingly sizable cock. 

“Well, I never,” Steve said with a crunch of a cookie.

“Steve,” Eddie said with a huff. The situation in his pants began to grow ever more precarious as the seconds went by, and Steve was close to him. 

“Want a cookie?” Steve asked with a chuckle and a mouthful of cookie. 

“No? All right,” Steve said, beginning to walk away as Eddie continued to giggle.

Eddie hoped that the low lamp light hid not only his furious blush but also his growing erection. Steve needed to get out of here quickly, or Eddie was going to do something stupid like pull him down into a kiss.

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Steve walked away with a simple comment that Eddie knew where the cookies were if he changed his mind. The doors closed again and Eddie watched as the lamp light in the bedroom went out; he was now left alone with his racing heart and dick that couldn’t get the memo that it was time to calm down. 

Eddie got up to take his clothes off when he heard the doors open gently. His heart climbed into his throat as Steve approached him, gently moving his hair off his shoulder and laying a kiss on his neck.

Eddie shuddered for a moment as Steve continued to plant feverish kisses down his neck. 

“Steeeve,” Eddie whined.

“What do you want, baby?” Steve asked in a low seductive hum.

“Kiss me, please,” Eddie huffed and was greeted with sweet relief as Steve lifted his face and met him in the middle for a gentle kiss. 

It wasn’t enough for Eddie, and he seized forward to meet Steve's lips in a feverish kiss that grew hotter and heavier by the moment. Eddie licked at the seam of Steve’s mouth, asking for permission, which was quickly granted as Steve opened his mouth with a gentle click. Steve tasted like the cookies he had just eaten, and Eddie deepened the kiss with a soft tilt of his head. 

After what felt like an eternity of trading hot and heavy kisses, they broke apart for air, both panting and staring into each other's eyes. 

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever met,” Steve said in between planting kisses on Eddie’s neck. 

“God, you're just so…watching you perform is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” Steve panted out as he sucked a gentle bruise along Eddie’s pulse point. 

Eddie let out a wanton moan as Steve continued marking him up. He would have to use so much concealer to hide these later, but for the moment, he couldn’t think about anything other than the warm, wet heat of Steve’s mouth on his flushed skin. 

“Fuuuuuck, Steve,” Eddie moaned.

“God, you're so hot….so perfect for me,” Steve panted as he snaked his hand down Eddie’s back to squeeze his ass. 

Eddie could feel Steve’s erection against his thigh, and everything suddenly became ten times more real. Steve was here with him. Steve wanted him like Eddie wanted him, and now was the time for him to prove it.

Eddie met Steve’s lips in another kiss as he began to walk them into the bedroom, stopping when the back of Steve’s knees hit the bed. Breaking the kiss, Eddie shoved Steve down before climbing onto his lap. 

“Look at you, all flushed and worked up from me kissing you,” Eddie crooned as he began to trail kisses down Steve’s body, paying special attention to the moles that painted his skin. 

Eddie mouthed over Steve’s clothed dick, breathing hot air all over and making Steve shiver. Eddie looked up at Steve as he played with the hem of his boxers, asking for permission. 

“Please,” Steve whined.

Eddie took this as all the permission he needed as he ripped down Steve’s boxers to reveal his throbbing dick. Eddie’s mouth watered at the sight, Steve’s dick was big like he thought it would be and it made his own dick grow harder at the sight. 

Eddie wasted no time licking a hot stripe from the base to the tip of Steve’s cock only allowing Steve a moment to adjust before he was taking his dick into his mouth. 

Eddie set an agonizing pace, hollowing his cheeks on every downstroke and licking the underside the tip with every upstroke. It was driving Steve mad, and it took everything in his power not to begin bucking up into the other man’s mouth. 

Eddie knew what he was doing, but he was also growing impatient for Steve’s resolve to snap so he one of his hands from where they had been fisting into the sheets and guided it into his hair hoping Steve got the memo. 

Steve seemed to understand what Eddie was hinted at as a moment later the hand in his hair grew tighter and began to gently push his head down. 

“Shit, shit, shit, shiiiittt.” Steve slurred out as Eddie pace grew more solid, losing himself in the feeling of Steve’s dick in his mouth. 

“God.. Baby, please. Just like that…” Steve muttered between a string of curses.

Eddie looked up between his eyelashes to see that Steve looked utterly wrecked; his face flushed red, sweat dripping down his forehead, and the heavy rise and fall of his chest. It was the hottest sight Eddie had ever seen, and it only egged him on further. 

Eddie could feel that Steve was close once the grip on his hair got looser and the bucking of his hips got more frantic. 

“I’m gonna—” Steve moaned as he spilled down Eddie’s throat. 

Eddie eased Steve through his orgasm before Steve eventually pulled Eddie off with a gentle pop when he became overstimulated. He pulled Eddie up to meet him in a kiss that was just as feverish as before, and as he licked into his mouth, Steve could taste himself on Eddie’s tongue. It was…hot, to say the least. 

“So good, baby. So good for me, too good…,” Steve panted. 

“I want these off,” Steve growled out the moment he caught his breath, motioning to Eddie’s boxers.

Eddie pulled them off easily, now completely bare in front of Steve. He watched as Steve’s eyes darkened and got hungrier as he took Eddie in. 

Steve cautiously wrapped a hand around Eddie’s dick and set a rough pace that had him reeling. 

“God, so pretty look at you. Let me hear you, baby, please let me hear you,” Steve begged as he wound Eddie higher and higher. 

“Please, Steve,” Eddie moaned.

Steve licked a hot wet stripe down his hand before taking Eddie back into it. With the added slickness, Steve's pace felt better than before, and Eddie could already feel his orgasm tumbling near. 

Eddie mouthed at Steve’s shoulder, breathing hot and heavy as he lost himself in the feeling of Steve’s hands on him. 

“Please, please, please,” Eddie chanted like a mantra.

“Come on, baby, let go, I got you,” Steve murmured into Eddie’s skin.

This was all it took for Eddie to let go. He came with a shout of Steve’s name, spilling onto the other man's fist and chest. 

Eddie rolled off of Steve and laid next to him, panting for a moment before he turned to look at the other man with a smile. 

“You know, we should probably shower. I made a mess of you,” Eddie whispered. 

Steve looked down to the cum on his chest before he dragged a finger through it and licked it off. Eddie just stared at him bug-eyed before Steve let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, we probably should,” he muttered.

“That was hot…” Eddie said in awe before meeting Steve’s lips in a gentle kiss.

“Let’s shower so we can go to bed, okay?” Steve said gently as he grabbed Eddie’s hand and got up, leading them to the bathroom.

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The shower was nice, both men taking turns feeling the warm spray of water on their skin as they traded lazy kisses. Steve washed Eddie’s hair, gently massaging the suds into his scalp, causing Eddie to let out a gentle sigh. 

“You know, I could get used to this,” Eddie muttered.

“Maybe you should,” Steve replied, placing a gentle kiss on Eddie’s shoulder.

They stayed there until the water turned cold, and when they got out, Steve helped Eddie towel off. It was really nice and made Eddie feel cared for. 

-

Back in bed, Eddie cuddled up to Steve, laying his head on Steve’s chest. Listening to the sound of his breathing evening out before Eddie closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off into a peaceful sleep. Tomorrow would bring the need for conversation, but for now, Eddie just let himself enjoy the feeling of Steve’s warm body next to his; maybe in the end, that would be enough.

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I hope my boys' being sweet with one another makes up for the hell I have put them through and the slow burn they experienced.

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