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multi-kpop-fanfics · 2 months

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half past five high - prologue: when we met in venice (part 1)

pairing: photographer!Joshua x influencer fem!reader

genre: comedy, drama, fluff, strangers to enemies to ????

warnings: alcohol and food consumption, cursing, drama, minor violence and involvement of the police

word count: 2.9k

summary: in the world of fashion, social media and influence, you're one of the game changers. But you never knew that a smaller player in the form of a freelance photographer would be able to change you.

Author's note: hello I am indeed alive and so is this series!! this is also part of the SVTHUB World Tour collab hosted by @svthub!

p.s.1: in case you wonder why the teaser part isn't included in this fic.... it's because I split it in half heheheheh

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Fashion Week. Probably one of the most exciting weeks in your life, even more than Christmas.

A week full of runway shows and models dressed in extravagant outfits, interviews with designers from all over the world and huge chances of expanding your network all over the world.

Every single year, you’ve never failed to attend the shows, no matter the city it takes place in and this year is no exception.

Your recent collaboration with Prada landed you an illustrious invitation to the front rows of their fashion show and you would never miss the chance to visit Venice, given the fact it has been on your travel bucket list for ages.

And here you are, on the grand night, sitting on the front row with Liz, your trusty helper, amongst other celebrities with names brighter than diamonds. Under other circumstances, you would have felt at least intimidated, but knowing that some of these celebrities follow you on social media is a huge ego boost for you.

The show begins and you fall silent, your eyes watching the stunning yet stoic looking models parade on the catwalk, each one of them dressed with the latest designs. You can hear faint whispers from all around you, probably discussing (or criticizing) about the clothes.

Fucking stuck up idiots, you think. A bit ironic, but it doesn’t stop you from making this thought.

Nevertheless, you decide to stop bothering with the rest of the guests and focus your sights on the runway, keeping mental notes of the sleek designs, occasionally whipping out your phone to keep photos and videos of the event.

A few hours later, you enjoy a glass of pink champagne, casually walking through the halls of Centro Congressi of San Servolo. Your ears catch conversations made in multiple languages, Italian being the dominant one - you are in Italy, after all.

“I know we’ve been in fashion shows before, but something about Venice feels so….classy.” Liz looks around the hall with curious eyes.

“Keep your eyes peeled, darling, it will be a great chance for you to learn even more.” You send her a wink.

“Y-Yes, of course, Miss!”

“Jesus Christ, you can just call me by my name, it’s not like we’re that apart in terms of age!”

“I- No, I never even thought of that!” The blond girl gestures apologetically, “It’s purely out of respect and courtesy.”

“How did I get so lucky with you?” You pat her head gently, still holding your glass in your hand, “Don’t worry too much though - You can always help yourself to a glass of champagne.”

Liz gives you a hearty smile, but that smile turns into a scared expression as you’re about to turn around to walk away, not noticing the incoming man behind you.

“Miss Y/N, watch out-”

You let out a scream in the middle of the hall, as you bump into the unknown man and his glass of champagne crashes and spills all over your Prada outfit, drenching the expensive fabrics.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry-” The man apologizes honestly, “Wait, let me help-”

“Don’t you fucking dare, you asshole!” You snap at him, “Are you even aware of how expensive my outfit is?!”

“I do, that’s why I wish to help!”

“Yeah, I can see how much you’re helping right now!”

“Miss Y/N, please, let’s not cause a scene!” Liz begs you to stop yelling, as she tries to calm you down.

“Maybe you should listen to your friend,” he comments, “She’s clearly more composed than you.”

“What did you say?” You narrow your eyes at the infuriatingly handsome man.

“Miss Y/N, let’s just g-”

With a swift motion, you splash your remaining champagne over his face and throw the glass on the marbled ground, the loud noise making more heads turn towards you.

“If you knew where the fuck you were going, none of this would have happened, asshole!” You turn on your heel angrily and Liz follows right behind, bowing repeatedly, as a form of apology.

The young man stands in the middle of the hall like a frozen pole, unable to form a sentence. He takes a few looks around and notices lots of other guests looking at him with mockery and disdain written all over their faces. He’s certain that the whole incident will make the tour of the online world until the end of the night and the tour of the TV morning gossip shows until the next day arrives.

A waiter approaches the man and wordlessly hands him a cotton napkin, the latter accepting it with a nod of his head to clean whatever he could from his ruined outfit.

"Anything else I can do to help you, sir?"

"Nothing, I'm afraid," He sighs in defeat, "but thank you nonetheless."

The next morning finds you in your hotel room, angrily watching the news tabloids about the champagne incident with two eye patches on your under eye area and a pitch black coffee in your hand.

"Preposterous. Utterly preposterous!" You close the TV and throw the remote controller on the bed.

"Miss Y/N, I'm really sorry for what happened," Liz hangs her head in shame, "If only I had noticed him coming towards you sooner-"

"If you feel so bad for everything that happened last night and you want to prove that you're not useless, find me that man's info!"

“I already did that last night, Miss.”

“Then why didn’t you say so?!”

“You were asleep, Miss!” Liz defends herself. “It's rude to wake up someone in the middle of their sleep.”

“What’s the point of not ruining my sleep, if my career is falling apart within mere moments?!” You yell at her.

“I’m sorry! I’m just trying my best to support you, but yelling at me won’t help at all!” Liz retaliates and you nearly gasp from her newfound resolve.

You let out a deep sigh and sit on the bed, crossing your legs.

“You’re right. You’re actually the only person that has done nothing wrong.” You rub your temples with your fingers. “I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

“It’s okay, I understand your frustration.” Liz responds with a small smile, “If you still want to discuss about that gentleman’s info-”

“Gentleman?! He ruined my clothes!”

“I know! But he still tried to help-”

“Just give me his info, Liz.”

She hands over her tablet to you and your fingers start swiping on the screen, browsing through the notes Liz has kept.

“Joshua Hong, freelance photographer? Eh, I expected more.” You grimace in disappointment.

“I think he’s very talented. He’s definitely not as pompous as other photographers who have made a name for themselves.”

“Whose side are you on again?”

“Yours! I’m just….sharing my first impression of him…”

“You find him charming, don’t you?” You raise your eyebrow at her.

“But he is!”

You stare at the tablet screen, your eyes fixated on the profile picture of his Instagram account.

His facial features are so balanced and his skin is so perfect and you know it's not a filtered photo - with your experience, you know when a photo on social media is filtered, and this one is very much real.

“Yeah. In a very infuriating way.”

"Did he really bother you that much?"

"Well duh!"

"It was still an accident-"

"That made me the center of all social media gossip and drama!"

You pause right after finishing your sentence, the gears in your head spinning faster than the wheels of a Ferrari.

"Um, Miss Y/N?"

"Liz, I will need your help."

"Of course, but what for?"

A Cheshire cat grin spreads on your lips.

"Why, addressing the situation of course."

"You plan on releasing a statement?"

"Of course. Can't let the whole drama unattended, right?" You take a sip from your coffee.

"Miss, are you sure about this?"

"One hundred percent. I promise, it won't take more than ten minutes. Then we can go get a proper breakfast by the pool."

“Seriously, she just dropped a whole glass on you because you accidentally dropped a glass on her?”

“Crazy, I know,” Joshua sighs, “and because of that, my face is all over the paparazzi news!”

“At least you’re looking good in front of the camera!”

“Cheol, can you please be serious about this? My career is hanging by a thread!”

“It was just a petty dispute, people will forget about it in a few days,” Seungcheol replies calmly, “You just got a champagne bath, you weren’t caught by the police for drug trafficking.”

“Well, if you put it that way, it doesn’t sound as bad.”

“See? You just need to be chill about it. It’s not the end of the world.”

“But still, she sounded so fucking entitled, like?”

“Well, she’s a top class influencer, what did you expect?”

“She’s a what now?”

“Really now, Josh?” Seungcheol sighs in disappointment.

"I'm a photographer, not someone who sells fairytales and Pinterest-related stuff on social media." Joshua scoffs.

"It still doesn't change the fact that you live under a rock."

"I was literally invited to Fashion Week, fuck you Cheol."

"Either way, I suggest you look into her social media, just to be prepared."

"Fine, whatever - Wait, prepared for what?"

"For any possible scenario!"

"You said that it wasn't something serious not too long ago!"

"I did. But it's always wise to have a backup plan in case things go south."

"That last bit felt really ominous…."

"You can always not pay attention to me!"

"Don't you have a job to do?"

"I am my own boss, in case you're forgetting." Seungcheol snickers.

"You remind me with every chance you get…" Joshua groans.

"I love you too, Josh. Gotta go now, buddy, it was nice talking to you."

"Good luck out there, Cheol."

"Could say the same for ya."

Joshua ends the call and drops his phone on the mattress, deciding to get dressed and visit the hotel restaurant for some brunch.

His phone rings again, but it's multiple notifications this time.

"Someone's impatient…" He mutters to himself as he picks up his phone again.

seungcheol: I fear I might have jinxed your downfall

seungcheol: please stay calm while you're reading the next screenshot

seungcheol has sent a photo.

Joshua opens the photo and carefully reads the white text on the black background, the blood in his body steadily rushing to his head.

Hello, this is Y/N. I am writing this post to address the situation that occured last night in San Servolo.

First of all, I am deeply sorry for the trouble I caused to the rest of the guests and the organizers of the event, as it does not reflect the person I truly am. However, I must say that major damages occurred due to mister Joshua Hong's carelessness, since the outfit I donned was custom made by the house of Prada.

I am willing to put this unfortunate incident to rest, as long as the perpetrator is also willing to compensate for the damages made.

Once again, I am sorry for the trouble I caused.

"What the fuck is this?!" Joshua yells in the middle of his room and rapidly types back to Seungcheol.

joshua: IS SHE FUCKING SERIOUS

joshua: COMPENSATION? SHE DELIBERATELY RUINED MY CLOTHES TOO

seungcheol: josh calm down for Christ's sake

joshua: how am I supposed to calm down after this??

joshua: bitch took her own narrative and ran with it

joshua: bet you this is already circling around the gossip tabloids

seungcheol: do you want me to contact my lawyer and see what we can do?

joshua: no not yet

joshua: desperate times call for desperate measures

seungcheol: joshua please don't

Joshua chooses to ignore his friend's texts and reaches out for the telephone on his nighstand, in order to call the reception.

He knows Prada has reserved rooms for all the ambassadors in this hotel, so you must be staying in the same hotel as him.

"Hotel Baglioni de Luna, how may I help you?"

"Good morning, this is Joshua Hong."

"Oh, hello sir Hong! What can I do for you?"

"If it is possible, could you perhaps tell me if miss…Y/N L/N is present in her room?"

"She called not too long ago to ask about the morning buffet. I supposed she must be taking breakfast."

"Thank you kindly for your help."

"Have a good morning, sir Hong."

Definitely not good, but might as well make it hell for her, Joshua thinks as he ends the call.

He gets up and opens his closet, taking out a pair of jeans and a linen shirt, quickly changing into them. He slips on his shoes and grabs his phone, room key and wallet before he leaves.

"Let's see what you will do now, miss Y/N."

If Satan had an only child, you would probably be the one.

You're happily enjoying your breakfast together with Liz right next to the pool, humming a happy tune as you take a bite from your cookie.

"Is it really possible to be so happy from one person's misery?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, darling." You reply with a smile on your face.

Liz sighs deeply and resumes eating her breakfast.

"There you are, you poisonous bitch!"

The loud voice nearly makes the girl jump from her seat, but you remain unfazed, until Joshua is stomping his way to your table, slamming his phone on the surface.

"What do you think you're doing?" You look at him with narrowed eyes.

"I should be asking you that question!" He shoves the phone in your face with your statement on it, "Compensation? Contacting the company?! Bitch, we're ambassadors of the same brand!"

"Yet you were the first one to ruin my outfit!" You angrily get up from your seat.

"And you were the one who ruined mine on purpose!" Joshua retaliates.

"Both of you, please stop causing a scene again, everyone is looking!" Liz tries to separate the two of you, noticing how everyone is staring at you and Joshua, just like last night.

"Perhaps I should release a statement as well and sue you for defamation - At least I'm kind enough to warn you beforehand." He spits with a venomous tone.

"Oh, because that would be so beneficial to someone who is as insignificant as you. Freelance photographer, my ass. You're just another paparazzi who wants the few minutes of fame!"

Your words make Joshua furious beyond the point of return and he picks up your coffee cup, splashing it all over you in the same manner you threw champagne on him.

"There, now we're even, you dramatic bitch."

"Mister Hong!" Liz yells at him, "What is wrong with you?!"

You grit your teeth and raise your right hand, immediately slapping him across the face with full force, making sure it left a handprint on his face.

"You are the worst person I've ever met in my life!"

"I could say the same about you!"

Your anger consumes you and you physically lunge yourself at him, pulling him by the shirt to tackle him. Unfortunately for you, he's much stronger than you and he manages to retain his balance, giving him an opening to push you against the table and knock over some of the plates.

"You asshole!" You yell and get back on your feet, pushing Joshua away. This time, he actually loses his balance and falls into the pool.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He yells at you as he tries to get out of the pool.

"You're the one who made me do it in the first place!"

Liz stands at the sidelines, watching the scene unfold with horror and she runs to one of the waiters without hesitation.

"Call the hotel security, or the police! Just call someone, please!"

The waiter nods and rushes to the mini bar, shortly asking the staff to alert the security.

Only a couple of minutes later, two men of the hotel security barge through the glass doors and make their way to the pool, where two more waiters are trying to separate you from Joshua.

"Stop right there!" They yell and apprehend the both of you, waving at the waiters to stand aside.

"Let me go! He's the one who started it!" You yell out loud.

"You can say that to the police when they arrive," the other man informs you, "you've already caused a great deal of discomfort to the rest of the guests and damages to the area."

"But-"

"Oh, just shut up already!" Joshua curses at you again.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion, asshole!"

The security have to forcefully bring you down to the ground level of the hotel, where two police cars are parked outside the entrance.

"One of your staff told us about the situation, that's why we brought two vehicles - we can't suffer damages either." The police officer explains as he handcuffs you and Joshua separately, leading you towards the cars.

"Wait!" Liz runs outside, "Let me go with her!"

"We cannot allow that, Miss. You might be called in later by the officers for a testimony, but that's all you can do."

"Liz!" You shout from inside the car.

"Yes ma'am?!"

"Call my lawyer and tell her everything!"

"Will do!" She shouts back and watches the officers return in the vehicles, taking you and Joshua away.

She looks behind her, multiple guests and hotel staff discussing with disapproval written all over their faces. It's guaranteed that photos and videos will already circulate the Internet and the damage control will be insanely hard to complete.

"Lord give me the strength to pull through this."

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fuck-customers · 2 months

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never before have i worked under a supervisor who got mad at me for trying to help with other tasks when i otherwise had nothing the fuck else to do. 👨‍🍳🌌

i’m doing temp work at a catering kitchen with a few other coworkers and my usual chef while our usual location under the same company is closed for reasons. it’s literally my third fucking day here. today they tagged me in to help with “hand-outs” for a buffet service—basically i just had to stand there and wait for a buffet runner to come back and ask for a salad. the salads were already on their shelf, ready to unwrap and pass out. i am straight up just standing there doing fuck all. my usual chef from the kitchen i’m typically at (i’ll call Chef) is helping oversee the buffet service as the on-duty chef, there’s another guy actually managing it and touching base with the organizers running the event (i’ll call Guy), and then there’s this hot line supervisor (i’ll call Bibi) and the two other temps helping her.

Bibi goes off to do god-knows-what, and again, i’m literally just standing there doing fuck all, so i step over to help Chef and the other temps arrange shit for the hot plates on buffet—garnishing pans, etc. we get their shit dressed, put it back in the hot holding boxes, ready to hand out to the runners. i’m keeping general track of where everything is because…i don’t know, i’m fucking paying attention and make sure i can snap into action at a moment’s notice if called to do so? mostly i’m just transferring pans back and forth for dressing and finding the odd places things have been stowed so it’s not that hard for me to follow when i’m the one being told to put shit back. Chef and Guy walk off to do something, i think to do with the organizers or the buffet attendants, making sure we have all our garnishes to match spec, etc.

Bibi comes back losing her mind because apparently there’s *another* event that got their hot entrees mixed up with ours? so i, trying to be helpful, pipe up to mention which hotbox the just-dressed pans were put into, because like. we don’t fucking want those being taken. and instead of something simple like “i’ve got this handled, thank you” and going back to her shit, she drops everything she’s fucking doing and starts giving me this, like, straight up almost two minute condescending LECTURE. talking to me like i’m fresh out of kindergarten and never stepped foot in a kitchen before instead of a fucking 30-year-old man who’s been in this industry for the better part of a decade, about how *she* can handle *her* hot side and *i* can handle *my* cold side and a bunch of circular bullshit reiterating on that point and by her tone and body language, not so subtly disparaging my intelligence as she did so. straight up i would have felt more highly respected if she just called me a slur to my face.

i’m staring at her like she’s sprouted a second head, but again, it’s my third day here and she has seniority, so i bite my tongue. like, what the fuck? you’ve got a guy here who’s willing to step up and do something other than stand there with one thumb up my ass and the other on my phone to fight the urge to take a nap for the goddamn hour and a half until we even open service. and you’re going to stand there and lecture me for it? like i’m a child?? with your whole chest??? you are 40 years old and acting like this. wow. i appreciate the refusal to adhere to “time to lean, time to clean” mentalities but jesus fucking christ. it’s like she was perfectly genetically engineered to irritate me specifically and decided to speedrun pissing me off.

anyway, Bibi fucks off with the hotbox holding the vast majority of our backups for the beef entree. (we would later run out and have to call her to fucking bring some back because all we had otherwise was chicken and salads.) brief interlude with the return of Guy and him touching base with the temps. we’re standing around on our phones and chatting bc there’s nothing to do; he asks where the other hotbox went, and i actually AM allowed to explain that Bibi came and took it for the other buffet, but we’ve got X number in this other one, because Guy is actually halfway understanding of how operating a fucking kitchen as a team works, i guess. they check and confirm. rinse and repeat with Chef, also a halfway reasonable person to work with. again, they walk off to do whatever.

Bibi returns. she’s looking for a garnish. i start to point it out. this time she just cuts me off to dive into *another* lecture. i’m fed up at this point so i just interject “i’m communicating where i put it because i’m the one who was told to put it away” and this time it turns into an almost three minute lecture about the same bullshit of her handling her shit and me handling mine. i am physically struggling to keep my cool at this point and biting my tongue to keep from getting into an argument with her. i have to step back and put the speed rack with my salads on it between the two of us so i don’t have to fucking look at her.

Bibi walks away as Chef comes back. he’s worked with me a year he knows the Look i get when someone’s crossed a line with me and it’s taking everything in me not to metaphorically spontaneously polymorph into a silverback gorilla. and he comes back over to the buffet arrangement.

Chef: “So, what do you think of Bibi?”

Me, making unblinking eye contact: 🫠 (the longest, slowest, deepest inhale i have ever taken in his presence)

Chef: “Yeah, that’s why she doesn’t work for me anymore.”

turns out he has repeatedly had to get HR involved because of her behavior/attitude, resulting in her getting in the hot seat almost every time they have to work together when she just needs to learn when to stop fucking talking to people like that, and Guy agreed that she’s constantly out of line damn near every fucking time they’ve had to work with her, and they’re one of the location’s powerhouse workers. the fact that she still has a job there at all is so far fucking beyond me.

again, it was my THIRD DAY at this location, my first time working buffet service there, my first time working with her, and i barely got through a full sentence trying to be helpful and expedite things before she decides to take it upon herself to waste her own time by trying to break years of “doing more than your job description instead of simply doing nothing when you have no active tasks” conditioning in the most condescending way i could have possibly conceived of.

i’m so fucking insulted i’m seriously considering telling Chef not to volunteer me for any more temp shifts over there until i’m not at risk of having to work with her, because if she doesn’t learn to talk to me like i’m a fellow fucking human being, i will end up losing my temper, and i will certainly be asked not to come back regardless. i’ll just have less choice in the matter.

i might have to figure something out for seasonal work anyway while things are getting squared back away at my usual site, but i’d rather take my chances with a second job than risk having to deal with this fucking bullshit, and i don’t think i’ve made the best first impression at this other site anyway.

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yardofangels · 9 months

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hai, what do you think readers reaction would be to seeing König in a proper tailored suit for the first time? whether it's for a date or taking her to a friends wedding. love your writing btw! ^_^

OMG BABY'S FIRST REQUEST (its me im baby)

so glad you like my writing!! hope you enjoy this :3

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SHE WOULD LOSE IT

she stumbles on him in bathroom or the bedroom lazily doing his tie up, unaware that she's staring from behind the door frame. his sleeves rolled up to his forearms because he cant stand the feeling of the cuffs tickling his wrists (god forbid wearing cuff links), accentuating his fuck-off large biceps.

reader just wants to jump him. he looks so handsome, a suit is the most timeless way to flatter a man. and flatter it does. she swears he has more of a waist than she does, the way it pulls in and sticks tightly to his chest and hips, she can see every single muscle rolling under the white fabric, reminding her of how they roll when he... yeah! his shoulders contorting as he smooths out the tie and flicks his collar down, she can't take her eyes off it.

and lord, there is something so satisfying about seeing her usually roughed-up and careless man all prim and proper. no scruffy stubble, no dirt under his nails, no hair covering his forehead. the fabric just CLINGING to him everywhere it matters, and as he shifts slightly on his feet, purely acting from his subconscious, his thighs tense. jesus christ, the material was almost too tight. did they fuck up his measurements or something? was he even able to move?? surely he could move enough to...

she's struggling to keep it together.

konig notices a flash of movement in the corner of his eye, and it came as no surprise for him that it was her. he turns around with a grin on his face, able to read what's on her mind.

"you like it, schatz?"

stupid question. but, a rhetorical question. he cuts her off before she can respond, leaning down to give her a quick kiss.

"of course i like it." she mumbles while touching up his hair. even after slicking it back, a few strands were falling over his eyes.

his aftershave is circling around her, making it harder to concentrate.

"i am still not sure about this...look. feels too fancy for me." konig shifts on his feet again, staring down at the ground. he never liked dressing up, not ever. makes him feel out of place.

"maybe a little, but that's alright, baby. it won't matter when it's on the floor."

#irisintothevoid #irispenandpaper #iris answers #konig call of duty #mw2 #call of duty mw2 #konig cod #konig x reader #konig imagine #cod imagine #god i hope this reaches people i love writing short things like this #was so tempted to write this more smutty (is that possible? who knows) but i don't want to take toooooo many creative liberties just yet yk

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exmotranny · 4 months

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the green carpet scratches at your pink heels. bile rises in your throat.

they talk about womanhood- but it’s not quite right. there is the pink and compliments and talk of boys

i am a beloved daughter

but there is also something else. it digs at your flesh, it feasts on your skin. your mother motions at your chest, bigger than hers and you're not even done growing yet! how lucky.

of heavenly parents

you pray to a man every night, finish it in another’s name. on your knees. you were sent a shady link as a kid. the woman on her knees, tears streaming out of her eyes, i don't want this, she said

with a divine nature and eternal destiny

blood on the inside of your underwear. you were told this meant you were a woman now. you were ten years old. what the fuck did you know about being a woman? your mom said you weren’t allowed to touch between your legs, but it's normal to want to. you didn't know what that meant, either.

as a disciple of jesus christ,

you wanted to be desired. you daydreamed of being the trophy for boys around you, of claiming that role one day as a wife. you came from a long line of women married young. you don’t know their names, but you were taught about their husbands in church.

i strive to become like him.

pressing your breasts down as much as possible, trying to give the illusion of a flat chest. badly cropped jpgs of jesus photoshopped to have top surgery scars are the secret currency you pay to get past the hours of church. you hold them like diamonds.

i seek and act upon personal revelation

you thought god was talking to you. you almost threw away everything you owned. you thought you were a prophet. total fuckin’ ego death! holy shit! god speaks through me!

and minister to others in his holy name

and then the next morning. when your faith crashed, when moroni abandoned you, did it feel unreal to you too, joseph?

i will stand as a witness of god

oh god, no. please. i don’t know what’s real anymore.

at all times

leg hair peeking from under your pretty sunday dress. they all stare. you ignore them and open up to D&C 132.

and in all things

emma, did you love him to the end? i don’t think you wanted him. did you watch as he married a 14 year old? did you tell him you burned the commandment? did you cry when he died for the church that he loved more than he loved you?

and in all places.

blood on the floor of carthage jail. this martyr will be remembered forever. do they talk about you, emma? or are you just joseph’s wife?

as i strive to qualify for exaltation,

when i marry, my husband will be a god, and i shall cleave onto him. when i marry, i will go to his universe and bear more of his children.

i cherish the gift of repentance

heads bowed low as the sacrament is passed. my hands clutch onto the bottom of my skirt. pleasure outside celestial marriage is forbidden. i apologize for loving the wrong way.

and seek to improve each day

i tried to kill myself, last time i got home from girl’s camp. i got home and cried and found the pills and shoved them into my mouth until i cried more and more until i was gagging. i hunched over the toilet. my hands on the grimy floor.

with faith, i will

forced to sing in front of the congregation. my head spun from anxiety. my stomach turned with nausea.

strengthen my home and family,

loving wife beautiful kids loyal husband church once a week work weekdays weekend mom monthly round on the business end of his cock forever and the vomit threatens to make an appearance.

make and keep sacred covenants,

an old man is in a room alone with me. he asks me if i masturbate.

and receive the ordinances and blessings

i tell the man no. i receive a card so i can be ordained.

of the holy temple.

that's just how it goes, isn't it?

all around are paintings of god and jesus. we learned about heavenly mother. why don’t i see her in paintings? did god have plural marriages? did heavenly mother make us? why don’t we pray to her? did she watch god marry a 14 year old? did she cover her eyes? when she saw blood on her underwear, was she told she was a woman? did she touch between her legs? did she ever believe herself better than god? does she cry when she cant talk to us? why do i cry? was heavenly mother scared of singing in public and did she press her chest flat and did she cry when god forced himself into her mouth? did she burn his doctrine too?

i am given flowers on mother’s day. i will be one eventually, after all. and i vomit in the church bathroom quietly like the perfect woman i am supposed to be.

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Im in Control Part 11 ( Steddie X You)

A/N: Do you remember the beginning of Lilo and Stitch where she gets into that fight with the little girl and the teacher tries to like reprimand her and she's like "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" That's how I feel posting this lol

Warnings: Feelings! All the feelings! With the smut of course. Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie. The boys get the reader a gift to have some fun with her. They do fuck up (I feel like) and there is some major angst with the boy going into more about their damage when it comes to their past. The reader mentions some trauma but it's not as in depth as theirs.

Rough sex (I mean...it could be rougher but still ) Its more the reader towards them. Slapping, hitting, etc. Um...am I forgetting something? Maybe.

Word Count: 5152 ( I let the angst flow through me *sinister laugh*)

“I hate weddings.”, TJ grimaces as he takes a drink from the flask in his pocket.

“Oh, that’s nice. Give me my invitation back then.” As Randy reaches for the envelope, your boss pulls it back.

“I said I hated weddings. I didn’t say I hated you. I will be there.”

You giggle from your place on your desk as Steve looks at the over stylized piece of paper in his hands.

“TJ doesn’t hate weddings. He hates marriage. Thankfully, Randy, you aren’t looking into a mirror of the future.” You raise your hand to block the stress ball TJ throws in your direction and Eddie catches it from his place in front of you as it bounces off your palm.

“And of course, you’re all welcome to bring a plus one.” Randy turns to look at you. “Except you.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you are kind, funny, beautiful, and more importantly not jaded and bitter like these assholes. I want you to meet my friend who’s actually my best man. I think you two will really hit it off.”

“Jesus H Christ, why is everyone so obsessed with my romantic life? Randy, I appreciate the offer but I’m okay.”

“Oh, so are you bringing anyone?”

“I was going to go with these two.”, you gesture towards Eddie and Steve.

“Okay, well there we go. I’ll tell him you’re just bringing friends. Talk to him, Y/N. Trust me, you won’t regret it.”

When you glanced at the boys, their eyes were still on the invitations but everything about their demeanor had totally changed. Steve’s chest rose and fell heavily while the hand that Eddie didn’t have holding the paper was balled into a fist on his knee.

“Hmm… I’m sure I will.”

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“We have a present for you.” Steve grins as his hungry eyes scan your body.

They had driven to your house to pick you up for the wedding but instead of meeting them outside like you normally do, he had come up to knock on your door.

“What is it?”

“Hm, I can’t tell you. Here, go put it on before we’re late.” The man hands you the box before playfully slapping your ass, pushing you towards your room.

After you open it, you stare at the contents completely confused. Inside was some admittedly cute lingerie but you didn’t understand why they would want you to wear it now and not later when the three of were playing. Nevertheless, you did as he asked, sliding the black lace panties under your green silk dress.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, baby?”

You smiled to yourself as he replied to you. You liked when pet names like that freely flowed from his lips without prompting or hesitation.

“This bra is beautiful but it wouldn’t go with the dress. My straps are too thin and the cut is too low. Is it ok if I leave it here? I don’t want you guys to think I don’t like it.”

His tall frame suddenly appeared in your doorway. “Aw, look at you, being so sweet. Of course, that’s fine.”

You grin as you lean up on your toes to kiss his lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Steve extends his elbow to you which you take as he guides you towards the car.

“Hey, sweetheart. You look breath taking.” Eddie flashes you a smile and you lean over the seat to kiss his cheek,

“Thank you and thank you for my present.”

“Oh, yeah? You like it? We thought of you when we saw it.” The metalhead chuckled at Steve as he climbed in and started the car. “Harrington, as beautiful as you are, I don’t think that shade of lipstick suits you.”

He makes a face as he looks in the rearview and removes the imprint you left on his mouth. Steve leans over and lightheartedly punches his friend in the arm. “Don’t be jealous. Tell her more about the panties we bought.”

“Mr. Harrington, they are panties. There’s nothing intercut about them beside the very sexy lacey design along the side. Other than that, they cover all the naughty bits.”

“They better.”

You laugh at his stern tone as Eddie grins over at him before looking back at you. “Princess, these aren’t just any pair of panties. They… well, it’s probably easier if I just show you.”

You watch him as he reaches into his suit pocket, pulling out a tiny black remote. He wiggles it in your direction, showing it off before pressing a button at the top.

A sudden jolt of vibration shoots through your body straight to your clit.

“Fucking hell!”

“Oh hey, Steve. It works.” They smile at each other as the car stops at a stop light and Eddie climbs between the seats into the back with you.

“What did you two do?”

“See, you can do little pushes…” His fingers pressed the button repeatedly and each little shockwave elicited a small moan. “Or you can push this button here…” His thumb pressed another section of the remote, allowing the vibration to be more constant as it messaged your nub. Your head fell against his shoulder as your hips began involuntarily moving, grinding against nothing.

“You can also change the intensity which is really cool.” As Eddie’s thumb slid along the side, the vibration between your legs gradually intensified causing your eyes to roll back. The man beside you licked his lips as he leaned them down to the shell of your ear.

“Baby, you’re going to have to have a better poker face then that in front of these people.”

“I-I-I can’t…”

“Aw, Stevie. Little girl pretends she’s so tough but can’t hold it together for one night?”

Your face contorted in annoyance as you looked up to meet his gaze. “It…it’s not fair…when…”

While you were talking Eddie increased the intensity again making you reach out abruptly and cling to his shoulders.

“Go on. What’s not fair?”

“I’m…I’m…”

“No, no. Tell me what’s not fair. Then you can cum.”

You felt the car stop as Steve parked, turning around to watch the display behind him.

“It’s not…fair…when you…have an advantage…fuck! Please, please, please.”

“Go ahead, Sweetheart. Cum for us but keep your eyes on me as you do. Do you understand?”

“Y-y-yes, Sir.”

“What you’re feeling right now. That intense overwhelming pleasure as your cunt tightens and your body trembles. We control that. We are in charge of making you feel as good as you do right now.”

You bite your lip, controlling to urge to scream as you cum. The vibration between your legs abruptly stops as Eddie passes the remote to Steve. His beautiful eyes lock on to yours as he gestures to his friend.

“Remember what he said when you’re talking to Randy’s best man.”

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“I hate you both.”, you spit through gritted teeth as you three take your seat at the reception table.

“No, you don’t.”, Eddie cackles.

“We haven’t even done anything yet since the car ride here. Calm down, little miss.”

“Yeah, but the fucking anticipation…I don’t when you guys are going to—”

“Hey Y/N! Hey, boys.” Randy grins as he leans down to hug you.

“Hey, man. That was a beautiful ceremony.”, Steve returns his grin with his own.

“Thank you. I’m glad it’s all finally over though. Planning this was a huge pain in the ass and then the whole thing with the engagement party… Anyway,” he looks down at you. “I see you didn’t bring anyone with you.”

“See but I did though. I brought two!” You gesture to the guys but as your hand extends the groom takes it and pulls you out of your chair. “Randy, I don’t—”

“Hi. You must be Y/N. I’m Jason.” The best man offers you a hand which you hesitantly shake. He blinds you with his smile as he chuckles.

“Jas, these are her clients. This is Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington.”

“Oh yeah. I’ve heard a lot about you.”, he says emphatically as he greets them.

“Oh yeah? Randy’s never mentioned you. The only Jason we know is from our hometown and he was kind of a dick.”

You narrow your eyes at Eddie as you pout your lips. “Really? I’m sorry for them. They are stubborn as all hell and complete assholes.”

“You’re right, Randy. She’s funny.” His eyes lock with yours. “I like that.”

The abrupt vibration between your legs startles a small yelp out of your lips as you turn to look at them. Both sets of eyes were glowing with amusement, completely ready to do this tango with you. It made your core throb with need as sat back down between them.

“We have to go back to our table but we’ll talk later?”

Your lips quickly press together as the tremor between your legs escalates.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie leans closer to you. “The man is asking you a question. It’s impolite to not answer.”

“Yes, I WOULD like that vERy mmmuch.”

Jason softly smiles at you before turning with Randy and heading back to their designated area.

“Fucking prick.”, the metalhead rolls his eyes.

“You just don’t like him because he wants our girl. Even though, I’m not going to lie, the vibe I’m getting is one pump chump. Then he’s gone. What do you think, honey?”

You hadn’t heard a word they said as your hand gripped Eddie’s thigh. They watched as you swallowed down pants, trying to control any moans from escaping. You suddenly felt Steve’s hand in your hair and the tenderness of his touch was enough to push you over the edge as your head leaned back, squeezing your eyes shut as you came.

“There we go. Atta girl. Such a good girl for us.” His eyes quickly scanned the room before using his fingers to push your hair behind your ear so he could see your face better. “Color, baby?”

“I still hate you but green.”, you smile in his direction.

Steve’s own grin grows as he passes the remote to Eddie. “You can say it correctly. No one’s looking.”

Your eyes shifted around the room just as his had before finally resting on his juicy lips in front of you.

“I wish I could kiss you right now, Daddy.”

“Well shit!”, TJ’s voice startled you both. “That was actually a fucking nice little thing they pulled off here.”

You cleared your throat as you turned to face your boss. “Nice little thing? I’m sure the bride and groom will love that you’re calling it that.”

“Look, angel. I’ve done three of these. I think I’m an expert by now.”

“No one is questioning that.”, you giggle.

“I’m just saying it’s nice, okay? Leave me alone.” He smiles, chugging back the wine in his glass.

The reception continued in typical fashion with the bridal party and parents each giving a little speech. There was the typical throwing of the bouquet which Eddie found totally amusing that you didn’t want to take part in.

“Why not? Isn’t it like a whole thing for girls to want to catch the flowers?”

“For some, yes, but not me. I think someone who actually wants to get married sometime soon should grab it.”

“You don’t want to get married?”

You reached under the table and placed your hand in Steves. “Not right now but one day. Do you want to get married? I mean at some point.”

“Eh, I don’t think I’m cut out for marriage.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Have you met me?”, he chuckles.

“Steve…”

“Don’t get married, son. Trust me! It’s a trap.” TJ raises his glass towards him as you roll your eyes.

You notice that Eddie had gone uncharacteristically silent, reaching for his hand with your free one.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen one happy marriage.” He softly smiles as your thumb caresses his skin. “And I think out of all my friends, Harrington’s parents are the only ones that are still together and they definitely aren’t happy.”

“My parents are still together and I’m your friend.”

“Are they happy?”

“Happily married, yes. Happy in general, no.”

The father and bride dance along the dance floor in front of you and after a while more people are to join. You glance at them both but neither man moves.

“Excuse me.” You look up to see Jason smiling down at you. “Would you like to dance with me?”

“She very much would. Hi. I’m the boss. I’m TJ. This young lady deserves a dance. Hell, she deserves way more than a dance.”, he winks as you cringe.

“I’m sorry. He’s wasted and an idiot.”

“No. Not a problem. So—”

“Go! Now! I’ll keep the boys company! They’ll survive a few minutes without you.” TJ shoves you into Jason’s chest and gestures you both way from the table.

You place your hand on his shoulder taking the other to hold in the air as you sway to the music. You try to keep as much distance between you two as possible but it’s hard with his hand on the small of your back.

“Randy tells me you’re an agent for some popular porn stars. That’s kind of neat. I don’t know a lot about the industry but…”

You couldn’t give a damn about what he is saying. You tuned him out as your eyes stayed on your table, watching as Eddie and Steve became increasingly more angry. They whispered heatedly to each other; well, Eddie did. Steve’s lips remained in firm line as he followed Jason’s movement with his eyes.

Every time his hand drifted a little further down your waist, his chest would rise and fall as he told himself not to just get up and beat the shit out of this guy. Eddie pulled out the remote and you subtly shook your head. You knew if they teased you, you may grab onto Jason which would just make things worse.

Steve whispered in the metalheads ear making Eddie grin as he pushed one of the buttons forcing the panties to come to life between your legs. They weren’t going to make this easy, choosing to skip the little pushes and allow the vibration to turned on while you danced.

“FUUUCK me…”, you mumbled.

“Are you ok?”, Jason asked as he looked you over.

“Yeah, yes, yeees. I’m fine.” A sudden increase in intensity pushed you forward into his chest. “Sorry. I, uh, trIIIpped.”

You turned glare at Eddie to find they were both already fuming. Steve reached over for the remote turning the vibration to its highest setting and you couldn’t help but cling to Jason’s shoulder for support as you felt your legs begin to shake.

When his lips connected to yours, you immediately shoved him away from you.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“You were grabbing on me. I thought you were trying to…I don’t know!”

“We just met!”

“I don’t fucking know how women in this industry behave.”

“Yeah well, obviously, you have no idea how a man behaves either. Fucking prick.”

Your shoes click against the floor as you run out of the reception hall and enter the bathroom. As soon as Jason kissed you the vibration had stopped but you still reached aggressively under your dress, pulling off the underwear and throwing them on the counter.

A knock on the door made you jump and as soon as you opened it Steve’s hands gripped your face. Eddie followed behind him, locking the door so no one else could come in.

The man holding you quickly scanned your face as his thumbs wiped the tears from under your eyes. “Are you ok? What happened? Did he hurt you? Why are you crying?”

“No! No. I just got overwhelmed with the underwear, seeing you guys look so hurt, and then him fucking kissing me. I… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Steve pulled you to his chest as you tried to calm down. “Hey. Breathe, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong, baby.”

“We took it too far. We just hated seeing his hands on you.”, Eddie sighed.

“I didn’t want to dance with him! I didn’t want anything to do with him but no one fucking listens to me! I just want to be with you! With both of you! I fucking love you!”

You immediately closed your mouth trying to stop your words but they had already flowed from your lips. Steve’s hands dropped from you as both men leaned back against the wall. Your breath shook as you exhaled, eyes shifting between them.

“I love you.”, you repeated with a bit more confidence.

“This was a mistake. We pushed her too hard.” Steve’s voice was low as he spoke to Eddie.

“You think? She thinks she’s in love with us.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t talk to each other like I’m not here.”, you scowl.

“Maybe we should give her space.”, Eddie continued as he folded his arms across his chest.

You march up to the boy and grip his cheeks in your hand like they do with you when you won’t answer a question. “STOP! Talk to me, Eddie.”

Roughly, he pulls face from your hands and pushes you backwards away from them. “You can’t love us.”

“Why? Was that some fucking rule I missed?”

“Munson, it’s ok. Little girl thinks she’s in love. It’s kind of cute.” Steve’s tone is dripping with condescension.

“I…I don’t think. I-I-I…”

“I-I-I… yeah, you sound real sure of yourself.”

“That’s because you’re intimidating me a bit! I just…don’t understand. Why can’t I love you? Why would that be such a bad thing?”

“We aren’t people you fall in love in love with, honey.”

“Oh? So when you told me that you cared about me…where did you expect this to go?! At some point like turns to love, Steve. I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

Steve’s head hangs as he slightly turns to speak in Eddie’s direction. “I told you this was a mistake.”

“No! Don’t turn this around and make me into one of the people who left you guys. You’re the ones pushing me away right now and for a stupid reason!”

“It’s not stupid! We’re protecting you. Trust me. You don’t love us. You don’t WANT to love us.” Eddie glared at you trying to keep his strong composure intact.

It suddenly all hit you at once.

“I’ve never seen a happy marriage…Come on, honey. Have you met me?... My dad beat the shit out of me…A smart mouth just like your fucking mother…My dad was barely home. He never cared. Always made me feel like I wasn’t enough… I didn’t do enough to protect you…”

“Eddie. Steve. You… you guys aren’t your parents. You’re not your dads. This thing here that we do…it’s not the same.”

“We should get back out there before people start wondering where you are.” Steve started to move out of the way so he could open the door but you held him still with your palm against his chest.

“Don’t do that. Don’t ignore me. Don’t ignore my feelings. When we started our relationship, you asked me if I had any boundaries you shouldn’t cross. This right here is a big one. My mom pushed aside my feelings all the time especially if they didn’t align with her beliefs. Please, don’t…don’t do this. Don’t be selfish. I’ve been through some shit to and being open with you guys like this is extremely hard. But I DO love you and if you don’t that’s fine. It is what it fucking is but don’t you DARE preach to me some bullshit about how I can’t because of who you are.”

Eddie looked at Steve as they had a silent conversation between them. The metalhead nodded before shoving his friend to the side and barreling out into the hallway.

Steve grabbed the door handle, pausing to glance your way. “Our private arrangement is over. If you feel like you can’t be our agent anymore, we’ll understand. We’ll bring your stuff from our house to your office on Monday. You can let us know then.” With that he was gone.

Your entire body felt numb as you stood there staring at the spot they had just been standing. Your body glided out of the bathroom of its own free will as you passed through the reception hall like a ghost.

“Y/N, have you heard of this—Y/N?”, TJ’s eyes followed you with genuine concern. You couldn’t bear to look towards the other two men at the table. “Y/N? Angel, where are you going?”

He got up to trail after you, gently reaching for your arm. As you looked up at him, it was like being shaken from a trance. “Are you ok? Did something happen?”

I’m not in control.

You suddenly fell into his arms and cried. He guided you to a nearby bench, holding you to him as he gently rocked you back and forth. “I told you weddings are the worst.” A heavy breath left your chest as you laughed and he smiled at the sound. “I’ve known you for 5 years and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you hurt like this. Now I know I’m your boss but I care about you so I just have one question. Whose ass am I kickin’?”

You didn’t see it but Steve was watching you two out of the corner of his eye.

“Is she still crying?”, Eddie asked as he looked down into his glass.

He shook his head. “TJ’s making her smile.”

“Good because we’re fucking assholes.”

“Yeah, well, that’s why we are letting her go.”

“Are we? Or are we throwing more salt in her wound by staying around as her clients?”

“Go ahead, Munson. Go tell her we’ll be leaving as her clients as well which could get her fired in the process.”, Steve chugged back the last of the wine in front of him.

“She was fucking right you know. We never should have crossed that professional line. We should have just left her alone especially if it was going to end like this. She was right about everything. I mean, where did we think this relationship was going to go, Harrington? I feel like we’re worse than our dads for stringing her along and I hope you enjoyed watching that prick paw on her because we are going to be seeing a lot more of that now.”

“Excuse me.” They jumped at the sound of your voice. “You two gave me a ride here and TJ is too drunk to take me home. Can you please—”

“Yeah. Not a problem.” Steve quickly fishes for his keys as both boys stand.

“Thanks, guys. I’d drive her but I don’t have my car and I am way too wasted.” TJ grins as he gives you one final hug. “At least I know she’s safe with you guys.”

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The entire car ride to your house is completely silent. As soon as they parked, Eddie began to move so he could get out and open your car door.

“No. No, no. Mr. Munson. I got it. Thank you for the ride.” You reached for the door, stopping halfway as you addressed them. “I don’t need until Monday. I’ll still be your agent but I have rules of my own.”

You heard them shuffle in their seats to face you and for the first time since the bathroom, you met their eyes.

I’m in control.

“We don’t talk about anything unless it’s business related. I think that’s best for everyone. You will stay out of my personal business and I will stay out of yours. That’s, um, that’s it actually. That’s all I had.”

They silently nodded and you did the same, reaching for the door again.

“We’re sorry… for what it’s worth…”

You sarcastically laugh as you lean back in their back seat, casually gesturing towards Eddie. “Letting Daddy speak for you again, I see. You know what, Steve. Nothing. Your sorry is worth NOTHING. I trusted you two and what did that get me? This is the second time in our relationship you both have made me feel stupid. I put a lot on the line for this relationship. My career, my friendships, my personal life. I have told you two things and done things with you that I have never said or done with anyone else! I even left a good man because I put my faith in you. I’m an IDIOT but it’s fine.”

“It’s fine because it’s fucking over. No one, hear me, NO ONE has ever hurt me like you two just did. So, Steven, that sorry apology isn’t worth the pain I’m feeling right now.” You finally exit the car and slam the vehicle door. “Thank you for the ride.”

The tears started to flow as you made your way towards your front door. A strong hand gripped your shoulder, turning you around as Steve’s lips crashed to yours. Eddie promptly opened your front door as Steve guided you inside. You pushed him back against the wood, smacking his face with your palm.

Glaring up at him, you did it again and he didn’t do anything to stop you. Shakily, you tore at his suit as he roughly pulled at your dress. Your back suddenly hit the wall outside of your bedroom as his lips heatedly kissed your own. As he started fumbling with his belt, you shoved at his chest, trying to push him back. Your hand collided with his cheek again and when his face turned back towards you, his brown eyes were overshadowed with lust.

“Is that best you can do, little girl? Come on. I know you can do better.” You hit him again, feeling his bare chest heave at the feeling. “Oh, come on, baby! Really let go.” Your tiny hands pushed and punched at his chest as you felt the tears well up in your eyes again.

“Fuck you, Steve!” Your fell back against the adjacent wall and his body came with you as his head leaned near your ear. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He kicked his pants to the side, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist as you clung to his neck. “I don’t want to hurt you either, honey.” Your eyes rolled back as he sheathed himself inside of you, thrusting at a steady pace as he spoke.

“You’re not an idiot and you’re not fucking stupid. You are the best girl we have ever known. We have to do this, baby.”

“You don’t have to, Daddy.” He grunted as you pulled his hair, making him look at you. “You don’t have to. You—mmm—aren’t him. Fuck. Please, please. Harder, Daddy.” Without pulling out, he carries you into your bedroom and falls with you onto the bed, smacking his hips against yours as you moan.

“You deserve better, Y/N.”

“Please, make me cum. Please, Daddy.”

Steve pushes up on to his arms, pumping into you as hard as he can, watching as your body bounces below him. Your nails scale down his chest as you cum, clenching around him making mewl as he moves faster against you. He falls onto you, his hips faltering as he cums inside of you.

As he rolls to the side, you sit up on your elbows to meet Eddie’s blown out eyes. He had already removed his suit and was slowly stroking his cock as he watched you both.

You expected Eddie to immediately take what he wanted but when he placed himself in front of you, his arms abruptly pulled you into a hug.

“He’s right, Princess. You deserve better.”

“Then why did you even bother, huh? You should have just kept fucking me the way you were or better yet…just left me alone.”

He leaned back to look at your face as ran his fingers through your hair. “I don’t know. You’re right. We should have kept things the way they were.”

You bottom lip trembled as you tried holding yourself together. Balling up your fist, you punched his chest, knocking him back slightly.

“That…does NOTHING for me, Eddie! Just like his fucking apology. Or I’m sorry, both your apologies. Did Stevie tell you this was for the best and you just went along with it?”

He looked down, trying to control his temper. Eddie knew he deserved this after hurting you.

“No.”

You hit his chest again but this time he turns into it. “Just no…Sir? That’s all I fucking get? No!”

As your fist flies, he reaches out to grip your wrist and pulls you closer to his face.

“No because I don’t need him to remind me where I come from! I’m a Munson, sweetheart. We’re all destined to be fuck ups. I am meant to destroy you, Y/N. Is that what you want?! Because that’s what you claim to love.”

He pushes your chest, making you fall backwards as he quickly grabs your legs pulling you to the edge of the bed. Eddie runs the tip of his cock between your folds a few times before breaching your entrance. Hugging your legs against his chest, he thrusts into you with purpose.

The sound of your strained voice draws his attention as he looks down at your sweaty face. “I…I don’t—mmm—I don’t understand why—FUCK!”

“Why what, baby. Tell him.” Your eyes meet Steves as he gently pets your head, caressing your forehead with his thumb. Eddie slows his pace allowing you gather your thoughts.

“I don’t understand why you…see yourselves so…negatively.” A tear escapes your eye and Steve tenderly wipes it away. “I trusted you.”

Eddie opens your legs, wrapping them around him as he leans down to capture your lips. He holds you to his mouth, feeling your pussy tighten around him as you cum again. Leaning up on his knees, he chases his own high, furrowing his eyebrows together as he cums a few moments after you.

Steve wasted no time getting a wash rag from your bathroom and taking care of you. You sat on the edge of the bed allowing them to do their thing, staring off into the void as they did. Eddie threw a shirt over your head and for the first time since you had started your relationship, he put one of your own on you.

The dam broke as you cried again. Steve wrapped his arms around you, shifting your body so your head was on your pillows. When he moved to leave, you didn’t let him go. Not until you felt him crawl under the covers with you as Eddie did the same. His arm encircled around your waist behind you as Steve watched your face till your eyes slowly began to close.

“Steve? Eddie?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“Please, don’t be here when I wake up.”

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Unexpected 35

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“We have to go to the hospital,” Lloyd slides the toy out of him and winces. He eases you onto your side as you can do nothing but bounce like a boulder against the mattress. “Shit, fuck, shit.”

He stands and rubs his ass. He steps around and bends over you, “ma’s gonna be so pissed.”

“Jesus, Lloyd!” You snarl, “take this thing off me, first. And put some goddamn clothes on.”

“Oh, uh,” he stands and looks down at himself, his cums sticky and shiny across his stomach as he slowly softens, “right.”

“Ugh, Christ,” you utter as you reach for the straps and unbuckle one. The task is hardly easy as even trying to lift your head sends a spasm up your spine.

You’re trusting your life to a man who doesn’t have enough brain cells to get dressed before he storms out into public. A maniac so sex crazed he follows his dick like the needle of a compass. Worse, you’re bringing a second life into this surreal layer of hell.

He pulls back the other buckle and twists the straps down your thigh. He reaches under you and jolts you as he tugs the other. His urgency overrides any caution he could possess. You yelp as you fall onto your back and he untangles the harness from your legs.

“Damn, shit,” he says as the dildo hits the floor, “did I make it worse?”

“You’re not making it better,” you growl.

“Fuuuuck,” he stomps away and you hear the closet roll open.

You lay staring at the ceiling helplessly. You put your hand on your stomach and grit your teeth. You try to sit up, only to collapse again and whine. Fuck, fuck, fuck… your internal chant echoes Lloyd’s very vocal one.

He comes back to you as he pulls on a satin shirt with a snakeskin print. What the fuck is he wearing? What do you care? You’re still naked and paralysed with pain.

“What about me?” You ask as he buttons the shirt.

“Right, ugh… we’ll just sit you up,” he bends over you once more, hooking his arms under yours. You wrap yours around his neck and grunt through the agony as he makes you sit.

“God, that fucking hurt,” you hiss.

“I can’t–” he releases you and raises his hand to smooth his hair, “a robe!”

He spins and races across the room. He grabs the dark silk robe he likes to wear like some idiot incel. The lotus flower and bamboo print makes you roll your eyes.

“One more time,” he comes to you and leans in once more, “arms around my neck, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart?! Don’t be fucking sweet now, dumbass.”

“Hey, I’m doing my best with what I got?”

“Uh huh,” you growl as he sweeps the robe behind you and gets it up your arms.

He places them around his neck again and stands with you. You scream and he flinches, letting out a pained groan as he tilts his head away.

“Dammit, my fucking ear–”

“I’ll bite it the fuck off,” you sneer.

He huffs and pulls the robe closed, as much as he can around your middle. What is he thinking? He ties the belt under your bump, the gap at the front more than certainly revealing too much.

“Alright, peaches, I got you,” he angles and gets an arm around you, bending to hook another behind your legs. He lifts you up with a strained grunt and you yowl again. Your eyes prick as you throw your head back.

“Wait!? Peaches?” He exclaims and you scowl at him through slitted eyes. “Are you going into labour?”

“No, you dunce, it’s my goddamn back!”

💎

“Slipped disk,” the same doctor as before displays the white on black image before you. Dr. Izhan, you recall. “Doesn’t exactly make things easier for a pregnant woman. Especially as far along as you.”

“Sure doesn’t feel good,” you utter as you grip the bed rails.

The pain has dulled to a heavy pressure, no longer the sharp stabbing in your spine. They got you on meds but nothing strong enough to brighten your mood. The biggest pain however is the one standing bedside, chewing his thumb as he furrows his brow dramatically.

“I can imagine,” Dr. Izhan says, “I think we should start discussion options. For labour.”

“It’s a bit early,” you sniff, “isn’t it?”

“It is. But… given your age and your dangerously high pain tolerance, I think a c-section would be best. You can schedule one before you’re discharged.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I read that–” Lloyd begins as he rests his hand on yours.

“Shh,” you hush him. All his reading and he still knows nothing.

“How long is she here for, doc?” He changes his course of action.

“We’ll say overnight for now. If the pain improves, becomes manageable, you can take her home. But,” the doctor points his pen at Lloyd, “don’t let her out of bed.”

“That won’t be a problem,” Lloyd smirks.

“Lloyd,” you slide your hand from beneath his and swat his knuckles.

“She’s right. Take it easy. She doesn’t need to be doing much of anything. At least not for a week or so.”

“I promise, doc, I’ll tie her down if I have too.”

You roll your eyes. He really is obnoxious. You drag your hand to your stomach and sigh.

“I will stay in bed. Don’t think I have much of a choice.”

“You don’t. You keep pushing yourself and it won’t get any easier. Even after the baby is here. This isn’t a new problem, you’ve neglected yourself long enough that if you keep doing that, it won’t be fixable.”

You hang your head and nod, “I know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Take care of yourself,” the doctor girds.

“I will,” you look away and cup your cheek, “thanks.”

“Alright, I’ll make sure the nurse gives you another dose when you need it. For now, take it easy. Relax.”

He leaves as Lloyd hovers close to you. You sense his gaze on you. You flick your lashes up and take a deep breath. It’s the pain making you well up. It has to be.

“So,” Lloyd begins, “I always knew you were a delicate flower under all those thorns, peaches, but how long have you been like this?”

“What?” You snap and turn your head, wincing into a snarl.

“Well, I distinctly remember you keeling over in my tub not too long ago. And all those episodes since. I figured it was a new thing. A forty year old thing, but…”

“You’re older than me.”

“Oh, am I?”

“You are, aren’t you?” You wonder.

“Who the fuck knows, peaches. Come on. Doctor’s right. He’s a smart man. How long have you been running away from your troubles? And for once I’m not talking about me.”

You trail your hand down and scratch your chin. You look at the ceiling and slant your mouth. You try to remember when it started. It’s hard to think of a time when the pain was an issue.

“Maybe… I think… I was twenty-nine? I don’t know–”

“Shit, peaches, twelve years?”

“Something like that.”

“No, twelve years. I’m a math whiz–” He stops himself as your eyes drift over darkly, “I’d have to be, right,” he runs his fingers over his mustache, “because you don’t look old. Not that you are old, you know? You look nice and young.” He clears his throat as your frown deepens, “not that I want some young thing. You know, because you’re finely aged. Like wine.”

“I could use some wine,” you grumble, “thanks again, for that. You just have to take everything, don’t you? My dignity, my husband, my wine…”

“Hey, I give you lots of nice things. And I’m talking about more than good dick.”

“Please,” you flutter your fingers dismissively, “the doctor said I’m supposed to relax and you’re here making me lock up all over.”

“Well, I’m not going. Not this time. Ma said–”

“Oh, so you just don’t wanna piss off Dottie? I see.”

“No, that’s not what I–” he sputters, “look, peaches, I’ll let you relax, how about that? I’ll go grab some dinner and we can eat it and watch that reality show with the cat-faced girl.”

“Ugh, fine, I am hungry,” you resign, tempted more by the promise of a brief respite.

“I do know how to please a lady,” he kids, “right, so deep-fried pickles?”

“No,” you drone glumly, “they give me heartburn. But I can have the cauliflowers bites. Make sure you get the ones with mozzarella.”

“Califlower bites…” he repeats dutifully, “got it.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #series #dark drabble #dark!drabble #unexpected #sequel #the gray man

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dreamwatch · 3 months

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We Gotta Get Out Of This Place

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest June warm-up round.

*I wasn't going to share this one but screw it. This is what happens when you ask your husband for ideas.

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Eddie has a love-hate relationship with touring.

He’s living the dream, playing their songs, to their fans. He loves seeing new countries, places he could only dream of as a kid. The band have been to three continents so far, not counting the one they live in. Gareth grandly announced he was going to play all seven. Eddie wished him luck on his solo tour of Antarctica and it was never mentioned again.

The things he hates? The actual travelling. Being away from Steve and Wayne. And hangovers. He really hates hangovers, and something about the travel just makes them worse. They hit harder and last longer. Or maybe that’s just tequila. He fucking hates tequila. But he’s in Mexico so when in Rome… or well, when in Mexico City anyway…

The other thing he hates? Assholes banging on his door in the middle of the fucking night! They played a show last night, an amazing, hot sweaty mess of a show, and he ached and ached because he’s not twenty anymore (and parts of him still hurt for reasons he can’t talk to the band about). But he’s weak and he let himself get dragged along to some bar by the band and some of the crew. And then he got dragged to another bar, saying good night to Jeff and a couple of roadies. And then he was doing the dragging and honestly, after the third bar, he couldn’t tell you where, when or who he was with. Because tequila is the drink of satan and should be banned on all seven of those continents Gareth wants so badly to play.

So he stumbles out of bed, way too fast considering he’s only been in it for about an hour and he’s only one step away from blind drunk, tossing bed clothes on the floor.

“Whoever the fuck this is,” he bellows, tripping over a discarded boot, “you better be dying!” He wrenches the door open and Jeff barges past him into the room, Gareth on his heels with their bags.

“The fuck is going on?” he asks, spinning so fast he has to grab the edge of the door to keep himself upright.

Gareth goes to the bathroom and Eddie can see him in the reflection throwing all his toiletries into a bag, while Jeff grabs Eddie’s duffle from the floor and throws everything he can see into it.

“Hello!” he claps his hands, “Am I invisible right now?”

Gareth throws the toiletry bag into the duffle and grabs Eddie’s jeans and boots from the floor. “We’re leaving,” he says, kneeling to the floor in front of Eddie, “Leg up.”

“What the fuck—”

“Leg! Up! Now!”

He swats at them. “I can dress myself, assholes.”

“We don’t have two hours for you to hop around getting your drunk ass into your jeans, dude.”

He holds onto Gareth’s shoulders because he really is going to fall over in a minute, but he dutifully raises his legs one by one. Once the jeans are on and pulled up to his waist, Jeff pushes him back on the bed so that they can put his boots on, each taking a foot. All Eddie can do is watch in a stupor as they each tie a set of laces.

“Why am I even getting dressed, what the fuck is going on, man?”

Jeff jumps up and does a last sweep of the room before turning back to Eddie, hands on his hips. Like Steve. If he wasn’t so tired and pissed off (and drunk) he’d laugh at that.

“Because Matt had a threesome last night—“ Jeff starts.

Eddie’s eyebrows nearly hit the ceiling. “With people?”

“With the sister and fiance of some local drug lord.”

Woah, woah, woah. He straightens up. “Wait… his sister is his fiance?”

“Jesus Christ,” moans Gareth. “No. Matt hooked up with the sister. And then he hooked up with his fiance. And now we’re all about to be fucked unless we get out of Mexico tonight.”

“Wait,” he mumbles, brain finally kicking into gear. “Drug lord?” Jeff and Gareth nod back. “Oh shit. Yeah, that’s not good. We should go.”

“Finally!” says Jeff.

“So where’s Matt?”

Gareth grabs Eddie’s duffle along with his own. “Phil grabbed him and ran, hopefully they’re at the airport getting tickets on the first flight out of Mexico.”

Okay, if he was with their manager, then he was probably fine. Right? Right.

They charge down the hallway, meeting some of the crew at the elevator, and when they make it downstairs they’re waved out to a waiting taxi.

Eddie burps ominously, he feels like absolute shit.

“Matt is fucking dead, I swear it.”

Jeff looks horrified. “Dude, don’t joke about that until we’re in US airspace. Please.”

Good point. He leans his head back against the seat and closes his eyes, letting his heart rate return to normal. They all sit in silence for a while.

“Is it just me that’s kind of impressed?” Eddie can’t help himself, it’s just that Matt is so… secretive. “I mean, when was the last time he let us meet anyone?”

Gareth rolls his eyes. “We’re not his parents, dude. He doesn’t have to bring them home for dinner.”

Jeff scoffs, “Well maybe we should put that in his contract. I’d rather not have to run from drug barons in the middle of the goddamn night.”

When they get to the airport Phil tells them they’re booked on a flight to Houston. Matt is sitting there wearing dark glasses and a baseball cap, standing out a mile.

“Houston?” cries Jeff. “What the fuck, Phil?”

“You can blame this asshole for that,” he gestures at Matt. “ It was Houston or Vancouver, or wait for scary men with guns to kidnap your bass player.”

Eddie stumbles over to Matt, snatching the glasses off his face. “You! No more women. Ever!”

And before Matt can open his mouth he adds “And no men either!”

#corrodedcoffinfest #corroded coffin #eddie munson #jeff stranger things #gareth stranger things #freak stranger things #corroded coffin fanfiction

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mccn-bcys · 11 months

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First Date - Javier Peña

pairing: javier peña x fem!reader summary: connie has a new friend in Columbia and she sets her and javi up on blind date. javi gets nervous, but over dinner he finds that he really likes her and wants to see her again. warning: nervous javi, this is my first fic since my break so please go easy on me. author's note: I know this fic was supposed to go out in february but I've been in a bit of a rut for a while but I've missed writing so I wanted to start trying to get these feb stories out. I really hope you all enjoy it!

To say that Javier Pena was nervous was an understatement. He was many things right now.

“A fuckin’ mess is what I am,” he bitterly says as he looks over his outfit in the mirror. It’s the fifth outfit he has tried on and he still doesn’t think it looks good. Why did his clothes suddenly not look good on him? He practically rips his clothes off himself as he heads back to the closet to find something else.

How did he even get here in the first place?

Oh, that’s right. Steve fucking Murphy. Well, his wife, really, but still. Connie had decided to try and play matchmaker with Javier and her friend that was new in town. And before Javier could say “no”, Connie had already set up the blind date.

He didn’t really want to do this. It’d been a long time since he’d been on a date. But he couldn’t help but feel nervous, a bit excited. For some reason, he wanted to make a good first impression, even if it never went past this first date.

Connie had said that the girl was nice, sweet. Why the hell Connie thought that a girl like that would be good for Javier, he had no idea. His life was too dark, dangerous, unexpecting. A girl as sweet, as kind, as good as you didn’t really seem to fit into his life. But a strange, demented part of him wanted to give it a shot. To see if there really was a chance for him to love again.

After what happened with Lorraine, he didn’t think he deserved love, not real love. The last time he had a chance for love, for happiness and sharing it with another person, he had fucked it up. He had left a woman at the altar. What kind of man does that? He doesn’t deserve another chance at love.

But here he was, trying anyways. He shrugs on this new shirt he’s pulled from the closet, deciding that it will just have to do as he finishes getting ready quickly. He grabs stuff and hops in his car and drives to the restaurant that Steve told him to meet at. Javi sits in his car for a moment, just calming himself. This is fine, he tells himself. It’s just a first date, nothing serious has to come from it. He’s gone on plenty of dates before. He can do this. Taking a final deep breath, he climbs out of his car and makes his way inside.

When he gets inside, he expects to learn that he is the first to arrive, but as he’s escorted to the table, he learns that you had beaten him there. He stops a few feet away, taking a second to look at you as you sit, fiddling with your napkin.

You’re beautiful, he thinks. You dressed up a lot nicer than he had, not that that mattered; he was sure you looked just as beautiful in a T-shirt and sweats. Fuck, now he just has to not make a fool of himself. Should be easy, right?

“Javier?” Nope, this would not be easy. Not if you kept saying his name like that.

“Yeah, hey,” he says, approaching the table cautiously. You smile, standing up and reaching out your hand to him. He looks at it for a moment before realizing you mean to shake his. Jesus Christ, Pena, at least try to act like you’ve interacted with people before. He meets your hand with his and gives it a small shake. God, your hand was so small in his.

“Hey,” you say softly, introducing yourself, keeping your hand in his for a moment, perhaps a moment longer than necessary. He repeats your name quietly, testing how it sounds rolling off his tongue. Obviously, you like how it sounds because your smile grows. “I went ahead and ordered some wine, I hope you don’t mind,” you say shyly as you take your hand back and sit down.

“Not at all. I hope you haven’t been waiting long.” He’d kick himself if you’d been here awhile by yourself.

“Oh, I only got here a few minutes ago. They just asked if I wanted anything and I was scared if I said I was waiting for someone, they’d assume I was going to get stood up or something,” you chuckle nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear. For a brief moment, he wonders if your hair feels as soft as it looks.

“If I’m honest, I almost did. Stand you up, I mean,” he admits almost shamefully.

“If I’m honest, I almost did, too,” you say in return shyly. His eyebrows furrow a little. He hadn’t been expecting that.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I was so close to turning my car around on my way here a couple of times.”

“Why?” he asks, as if he hadn’t almost done the same.

“I don’t really do blind dates. They freak me out,” you say, laughing a little. Javi can’t help but laugh too as the sound of yours is melodic and contagious.

“They freak you out?”

“Mhm. I could be set up with a murder or something. The person could be a psycho and I’d have no idea because I wouldn’t know who it is before I got here,” you explain. “Also, if you don’t know who you’re meeting, how’re you supposed to know if the other person got there or not. If Connie hadn’t put the reservation under Steve’s name, I probably wouldn’t have known if you’d gotten here or not,” you add on, before flushing as you realize you’re rambling a bit.

“Sorry, I tend to ramble when I get nervous,” you say softly, fiddling with your napkin again.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s cute,” Javi smiles at you, making your cheeks hot. “But you’re right. I don’t think I would’ve known I was supposed to meet you if they hadn’t made the reservation.”

“Well, I suppose we have at least that to thank them for,” you shrug with a soft chuckle. “Perhaps if this goes well, we’ll have more to thank them for.”

After that, the date flies by. You two laugh, talk, laugh some more and just get to know one another. Javi realizes he opened up to you more than he usually does with dates. You’re just so easy to talk to. And before he wants to, he finds himself walking you back to your car.

His hands are stuffed in his pockets as you stand in front of him, softly biting you lip – which drives him crazy – trying to find anything else to talk about to extend this date as much as you can. And when you do run out of ways to stall, you both just stare at each other before Javier finds himself asking: “Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you smile, a gesture that returns, relieved to hear your answer in the positive.

Stepping in, he softly cups your cheek, looking down at you for a moment before he finally leans in, his lips meeting yours. You both swear the world stops spinning as your lips seem to fit together so perfectly. He can taste the wine on your lips, getting intoxicated by the taste of you mixed with the drink. He could kiss you all night. But you both need air and eventually have to pull away to breathe, foreheads pressing together as you catch your breath.

“Can I see you again?” Javi asks quietly, surprising himself.

“Absolutely,” you answer, making him smile wide, leaning in to kiss you again. When you pull away, the two of you exchange phone numbers, promising to call when you’ve made it home to talk about setting up another date, hopefully soon.

He sees you into your car, making sure you drive off safely before going back to his car, a goofy little grin on his lips as he sits behind the wheel. He hasn’t felt these butterflies in his belly since … ever. Maybe Connie knew what she was doing after all.

The whole drive home, Javi can only find himself thinking about you and your date and your future dates. And when he gets inside, he heads straight to the phone, catching the voicemail that you’d made it home. He’ll call you back in just a moment, knowing there’s another phone call he needs to make first. He dials the number, waiting as it rings until he hears the “Peña?”

“Tell your wife I said thanks.”

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depressedtheatrekiddo · 10 months

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Steddie kinda famous AU(?) | Genderfluid Stevie <3 | Eddie is a rat man and I laugh at him (I would probably be like that if I was Steve Harrington husband but that's not about me) | Live laugh love Stevie | Pushing the history teacher Steve agenda because he's a variant of Hob Gadling >:D

[I'm sorry if it has errors it's been a while since I had written something in English (it's not my first language) so whatever mistake I have feel free to tell me and I'll edit <3]

. ° — ° — 🌟 — ° — ° .

Corroded Coffin seemed to be popular, things were getting better for them, they still had to do part time job because of that 'what if?' but things were going well. Definitely.

In an interview they asked about a song, the meaning. And the shit man Eddie Munson is, he answered with a grin on his face "That's about Stevie, as most of them".

And the fans went crazy, trying to find someone with that name in the Corroded Coffin set or working at some usual bar they played at.

"They is a history teacher" Eddie Munson told the world in another interview "and we are married" he showed the camera a ring he had next to his guitar pick on his neck, he had the biggest smirk on his face.

Then Corroded Coffin were guests of a fundraising gala, they were asked to play at it to attract more people. It was a fancy gala tho, everyone was in their bests dresses and all.

"This one's for my beautiful angel there, who looks as gorgeous as always" And Eddie winked at a special balcony of the vip guests.

Most of the public saw Eddie laughing softly, but they didn't know why. In that balcony a lovely brunette in a marion blue dress gave the guitarist and second voice of Corroded Coffin the middle finger as he had a stupid lovely gaze on their face while she blushed a little.

"Yeah love ya too sweetie" Eddie chuckled before starting with the show.

Later at the gala people saw Eddie Munson next to the tall brunette in that marion dress.

"So are you Eddie's girlfriend?" An interviewer asked, he looked at Stevie with those eyes Eddie didn't like.

But Eddie laughed as he waited for Steve's answer, that was going to be good as hell, they had the bitchy face on.

"Not a girl" Steve smirked "And definitely not his girlfriend, nor boyfriend, nor partner" She looked down at the man, who seemed so little compared to them "He's my husband"

"I am" Eddie smiled so stupidly in love as he looked up at Stevie, who usually wasn't that tall but with the black heels they was wearing today the difference was more than usual.

"Uh— Yeah" The interviewer looked at different places to get outta there

"You got any problem with that sir?"

"N-no it's perfectly fine ma'am— I mean sir— I mean—"

Steve snorted "Come on darling, let's go somewhere else without this kind of people"

And where Stevie went Eddie followed

The amount of edits with the song 'walk em like a dog' after that gala were more than years the Earth has.

"Teddy, look, another one" Steve chuckled as she showed Eddie his phone.

"Stop with that, you menace" Eddie laid down on the couch, next to his significant other, trying to take their phone away playfully.

"Erica is going to bully you so bad" Stevie giggled.

"And Red too" Eddie sighed "Jesus Christ, Stevie I am like that always?"

"It's cute"

"I hate you" Eddie muttered as Steve put on the baseball match of today.

"Love you too sunshine" She smiled softly as they started playing with Eddie's hair.

#steddie #genderfluid steve harrington #loml <3 #eddie munson #he's the raccoon man #like rockstar in a rat man way #steve x eddie #I see the way Stevie and Hob are connected idc what you say #I'm living for this #there's another thing I have where Steve is a drag queen and it's about platonic stobin what dya think about???#I'm writing again 😭🌟#steddie it's my comfort ship now #pandalily I'll come back someday #stranger things #I'M BACKKK #*insert Dusty and Stevie scene in S3 you know what*#have a nice day <3 #ALSO IMAGINE THAT STEVIE WOULD BE YOUR TEACHER #I would be insane #imagine seeing them on tv with that random rockstar your brother listens at #and go “that's my history teacher”#that would be wild #because Steve's Barbie and Eddie is his Ken idc what dyall say #kiddos go like “yeah my super cool lovely history teacher Stevie and their husband Eddie Munson”#“EDDIE MUNSON THE ROCKSTAR?”#“what?” and then the kids go wild (yeah even more)

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softboynick · 3 months

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sentence sunday - 7/7/2024

happy sunday! thank you for the tags @basil-bird @henryspearl @doublecheekedkinard

@eusuntgratie @wordsofhoneydew & @sheepywritesfics <333

now that i'm finished with my big bang i can finally focus on my other wips (please please please check out my fic for @aroyallybigbangrwrb if you haven't already hehe)!!! sharing two excerpts because i'm so proud of myself.

excerpt from untitled george x henry x alex abo fic:

Alexander is drunk. “My sweet wife has come to join us!” He exclaims in his drunken stupor, spilling brandy all over the front of his shirt and staining it a rich ruby-brown. Laughter and intoxicated jeers ring throughout the room as he stumbles from the dais, his unstable gait taking him down the steps and towards Henry. He laughs and sweeps him into his arms, swallowing the omega’s protests with a heated kiss. Henry is not amused. He places his hands on Alexander’s chest and pushes him away, but the king is unrelenting. He circles his arms around his waist and keeps him close. Henry wrinkles his nose at the scent of him. “You reek of brandy.” He glowers at the king and nearly growls, “Unhand me, alpha.” Alexander backs off almost instantly as though his hands have been burned. A wounded expression clouds his expression, his honey-brown eyes wide and watery. “And you are angry,” he replies, small and chastised. “I am so grateful that you have finally noticed,” Henry says tightly. His darkened eyes scan the room until they finally land on Lord Ramos, his wife, plump with child, sitting prettily on his lap. “You.” He pushes past his husband and stalks over to the man. “I told you what would happen if you ever dared to harm my George.” Ramos stares at him as though he were some scum underneath the sole of his boot. Not a person but an inconvenience. His eyes are covered with a glassy sheen. “I haven’t touched him.” “He told me what you’ve done. What you have all done to him,” he addresses the other lords and gentlemen, his voice rising above the rest. Ramos’ gaze is cool when it meets his, but there is a slight tick in his jaw. “He is a liar.” Henry frowns. “My dove is no liar.” “Then, perhaps it is pox. It is making him delirious.” He shakes his head and laughs, ugly and sharp. “You have the fucking gall to come here, look my husband in the eye, and pretend that you haven’t orchestrated an entire smear campaign against our George. You are a pathetic excuse for a human being, Lord Ramos.” He spits at his and his wife’s feet, satisfaction curling at his chest when he sees the stunned looks on their faces.

excerpt from taynick rpfeet fic lmao:

The door swings open, and there is Taylor, fresh from a shower and giving him that smile that always makes Nick’s knees feel a little like jelly. He is similarly dressed in a pair of joggers and a t-shirt, but the pants are slung low on his hips and are gray in color, showing off the obvious imprint of his— “You’re late,” Taylor says. “I think I’m right on time actually,” Nick retorts with a grin. Taylor lets him inside and heads for the couch on the other end of the room. He breathes out a sigh of relief as he plops down onto it and props his bare feet up on the coffee table in front of him. “Jesus Christ, my feet are killing me,” Taylor groans, and Nick can’t pretend he isn’t filing that sound away for later. “Thanks for offering the massage, by the way. You’re truly a lifesaver, babes.” Nick thinks he might actually combust - or bust in his joggers, which will just be embarrassing for all parties involved - under the sheer weight of Taylor’s praise and attention, but he quickly pushes past the weird feelings in his chest (and his groin) and clears his throat. “You got, uh, any lotion or something, mate?”

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captain039 · 1 year

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The proposition

Misha Collins x reader

Warnings: Sugar Daddy AU, age gap, daddy kink, smut, sexual things, first times, dirty talk, daddy dom, slightly little reader, anxiety and depression, mental health issues, swearing, feels

Have you seen the gifs of Misha as Harvey? HAVE YOU SEEN THE TITTIES ON THIS MAN, I mean….. man you could bite into that shit, the broadness mmhmm, the absolute unit on this man’s upper body is magnificent 👌🏻

Idk how the fuxk sugar daddy's work🤣

Also re-wrote it.

Honestly, you’re not sure what propelled you to do this, in fact, it was seriously stupid considering you had no idea what you were doing. Your best friend was on your bed by you, on her phone as you were.

“We should get sugar daddies,” she said and you laughed.

“Why so we can go shopping every day? We have anxiety” you stated and she huffed.

“Yes well, more money less anxiety” She grinned and you rolled your eyes.

“Go ahead I’m happy where I am,” you said scrolling through TikTok.

“Mhm, for real though,” she said suddenly serious as she sat up. You frowned closing your phone and looking at her.

“I’ve done research,” she said and you raised an eyebrow.

“Research? On sugar daddies?” You said and she nodded.

“You’re serious?” You added and she nodded.

“I’ve already contacted one, we’re meeting this Friday,” she said and you stared baffled.

“You what?!” You said and she groaned.

“I knew this is how you’d react” you sighed flopping back on the bed.

“It’s a random rich guy!” You said and she ignored you.

“You’re so gonna get kidnapped, or killed! What if he’s a hitman?” You panicked and she gave you a raised eyebrow.

“I’m coming” you stated and she huffed.

“No you’re not” she sighed.

“Yes, I am! I’ll be suspiciously in the corner” you said.

“Hoodie and sunglasses” you added and she sighed.

“Fine you can come just in a different car and no suspicious clothes, wear something nice it’s an expensive restaurant” she said.

“I don’t have money for that!” You groaned.

“See!” She rolled her eyes.

“Fine give me some of your money,” you said turning on your phone again.

“I’m the sugar baby, not you, get your own” she huffed and you groaned.

“Ugh fine, look I’ll transfer some money to you, just order a drink or something at least” she sighed tapping on her phone dramatically.

“We’re gonna die” you groaned.

“We’re not gonna die, Jesus Christ” she shook her head.

“Go to sleep” she said turning her phone off and turning her back to you. You mumbled a ‘you go to sleep’ before turning off your phone and getting comfortable. Maybe a sugar daddy wouldn’t be so bad.

Friday came too quickly and you panicked as your best friend dressed up. She had heels, makeup a nice fancy dress and you contemplated jeans and a plain top.

“No,” she said suddenly throwing your clothes back in the tomboy and going to your wardrobe.

“I’m not the one meeting him!” You said.

“No, but you’re not a hobo,” she said.

“Could be” you grumbled as she picked out a nice dress you hadn’t worn in ages.

“Fine” you huffed taking it. You put some smaller heels on and struggled with them before putting on some makeup also.

“Do you have a purse?” She asked going through your wardrobe.

“I have a backpack?” You said and she shook her head before making a triumphant noise. She found an old small leather handbag in one of your boxes and chucked it at you.

“Shit,” you said failing at catching it.

“Come on we’re gonna be late” she said already heading out your door.

“Ok bye” you rolled your eyes taking one last look in the mirror.

You arrived in a separate Uber, and looking at the seriously fancy restaurant you felt seriously out of place. You groaned quietly, your friend had made a booking for you. You headed to the receptionist and said the name it was under before the woman led you to a small table nearby. You spotted your friend and an attractive older man with her. They’d already greeted and were in conversation. You tried not to be obvious with your hawk stare, every time the man looked over slightly you quickly snapped your head away and sipped your drink.

“You’re not very discreet” You jumped a mile at the voice and spilt drink on your dress. You cursed going to grab the small napkin only to be beaten. You looked up seeing a man there, he looked guilty as hell as he handed you the napkin and apologised.

“I’m so sorry,” he said as you soaked up the liquid.

“It’s ok” you muttered, it wasn’t really ok. Your best friend had glanced, but ignored. You liked this dress and now it was stained. No way your stain remover would get that out. You tried to keep it covered with the napkin but sighed. You frowned and froze though when a jacket went around your shoulders and covered the damage. You stared at the man who smiled apologetically.

“Misha,” he said and you frowned.

“My name” he chuckled and you made an ‘o’ face like an idiot.

“Sorry, Y/n,” you said and he held his hand out. You expected a handshake but instead, he kissed the back of your hand making you flush.

“Allow me to pay for a proper cleaning and a new drink,” he said and you just nodded too in a daze at the kiss.

“May I?” He asked pointing to your seat and you nodded.

“Don’t worry about cleaning or a drink it’s ok” you quickly said gaining your wits back.

“Please I insist, perhaps a lunch too?” He asked smiling.

“I can’t afford lunch, listen I’m just here as backup” you whispered and he raised an eyebrow intrigued.

“That’s why you keep watching the couple over there intently?” He chuckled softly.

“Not a couple, yet, I don’t know, she’s my best friend I said id watch her back” you spoke softly and he nodded.

“Though apparently me spilling my drink over my favourite dress is not important to her” you huffed leaning your arms on the table.

“Bitch” you mumbled and he laughed before you realised what you said.

“Sorry I’m so sorry, god” you groaned quietly wishing the ground would swallow you up.

“It’s ok” he smiled.

“I’m sorry about your dress again, and scaring you, I should’ve realised it was a serious job,” he said and you smiled shaking your head.

“I’m overprotective and the overthinker in this relationship” you chuckled.

“It’s good to be protective, overthink, not so much” he said and you nodded.

“Would you like to order?” The waiter came over again.

“No thank you” you smiled as he turned to the man across from you.

“My treat, can’t have you hungry on a mission” he smiled and you debated.

“I-“ you sighed nodding your head and giving in as Misha smiled happily. The waiter handed you menus and you ordered a simple meal, well the cheapest one you could find, geez Food was expensive here. You also ordered a Coke this time, not wanting to spill another fancy drink.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“My pleasure” he smiled his eyes softening. You wondered why he approached you? He clearly had money and was well standing. You were a street rat compared to him.

“You’re not comfortable here,” he said and you nodded.

“Have I made you uncomfortable?” He said frowning.

“No, no, I’ve never been here, never would be here if it weren’t for my friend uh- it’s not really a situation I can speak about” you said embarrassed. Sure just blurt out your friends meeting a potential sugar daddy, great conversation.

“Oh why is she giving that face” you muttered seeing your best friend's face change. She quickly hid it though and smiled making you sigh.

“Don’t go and save her just yet” Misha commented and you hummed.

“No she’s uncomfortable” you finalised seeing her fiddle with her bracelet, licking her lips too much and the slight frown she had, along with the slight leg twitch she got.

“I can’t ruin this for her” you groaned softly as the waiter came and laid down your plates.

“She’s alright,” Misha said giving a glance.

“What if she’s not?” You sighed, her movements changed and she was smiling again and not uncomfortable.

“Huh,” you said confused.

“That guy must be good” you mumbled more to yourself as you ate. Misha laughed and you honestly forgot this man was there and bought you lunch, you are a stranger.

“I’m so sorry, you bought me lunch and I’m just-“ you babbled and slowed your eating.

“Just sharing my best friend's date and my overprotective issues” you cursed yourself silently.

“I’m eating like a dog too” you mumbled feeling embarrassed. You grabbed a napkin and wiped your mouth sighing.

“Sorry I’m not very lady-like,” you said placing your fork down and feeling uncomfortable eating.

“This is why I’m alone” you mumbled more to yourself and he frowned.

“Sorry,” you apologised.

Misha smiled softly at you. You were a funny woman, highly loyal and protective of your friend it seemed, maybe a little too much.

The moment you walked in you caught his eye, not fit in for this type of establishment, the way you moved awkwardly avoiding touching anything when you sat down and your eyes went wide reading the menu before ordering the cheapest alcoholic drink you could find. You sat nervously, glancing too often at another couple, it got him curious as to why you kept looking their way. A friend of his or hers, hers you kept looking at her worried and him with defensive eyes. He knew the other man, a business partner, a wealthy man. He knew this kind of meeting, having been there before a couple of times with a younger woman in need of some extra money. You thought he figured you’d meet someone too sort of a best friend thing, but no after ten minutes of your constant glancing he decided to approach. He scared the life out of you, your drink flew on your dress and your eyes went wide with fear then sadness. He felt horrible, the way your eyes looked at your dress, a favourite of yours by the looks you gave as you tried to clean the stains. Your hands were shaking as you tried to ground yourself quickly. He sought to comfort you but knew that it would be inappropriate. You declined his offers before spilling the truth as to why you were there and the lack of funds yourself. You weren’t focused on him, more babbling in a cute way to voice your worry. When you finally gave in to his offer for food and drink he felt good inside about helping you. When you said that’s why you were alone it broke his heart, a young beautiful thing like you shouldn’t be alone and he knew how to fix that.

#misha collins #x reader #sugar daddy au #Misha x reader #misha collins x reader #sugar daddy Misha

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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jack and sally // daniel ricciardo

summary: scotty and chloe are throwing a halloween party, and danny and y/n think they've got the best couples costume in the entire party.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x female reader

warnings: pumpkin spice condoms ( don't ask, it will all make sense later ), talks of getting married. danny does a striptease and is wine drunk.

authors note: see this reference for costumes. ALSO thank you so much for 550 followers, this truly is such a surreal thing for me !

y/n y/l/n smiled to herself as she stepped out of the shower, toweling off and wrapping her body in the pale purple satin robe hanging from the back of the door as she blow-dried her hair.

halloween was her favourite time of year, and the fully-decorated vineyard house in monaco that she shared with her boyfriend of five years proved it. every available surface was covered in bats or pumpkins or ghouls.

she opened the medicine cabinet to find her bath and body works perfume when she stopped, her eyes catching on something that rested on daniel's side of the cupboard. curious, she reached for the orange box, scanning the label with a snort before she spun on her heel and walked back out towards the master bedroom.

"pumpkin spice condoms? seriously, daniel?"

daniel laughed, half dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone. "what, it's festive!"

"it's tacky." y/n rolled her eyes, throwing the orange box at him. "jesus christ, why am i still dating you?"

"because i'm charming, funny and give really good head?"

"fuck off." y/n giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "i love you anyways, dumbass."

giggling still, daniel got to his feet, scooping y/n up in his arms, pressing a kiss to her lips before sitting on the bed and rolling over so that the aussie was on top.

"how about we try them out?" he raised an eyebrow, lifting up the box. "you know, see if they're really as tacky as they sound."

she kissed him on the nose. "sorry, cowboy. we have a halloween party to get ready for."

daniel groaned, flopping onto the bed. since the mclaren decision had come down, and his season got progressively worse, daniel had stopped wanting to go out, his usual sparkle a little duller.

but it was soctty and chloe who were throwing the party. aside from chloe's brother lance, there wasn't going to be a single person there who was connected to the racing world.

y/n thought that it might do danny some good to get back out there and clear his head. she'd been with him since the year that he left red bull, and she had never seen him as discouraged as he had been since he started driving for zak brown and his papaya team.

"why are we getting ready this early? there's still three hours left."

"the costumes and makeup, silly. a lot of work goes into looking as good as we do." y/n laughed, tapping the end of danny's nose.

begrudgingly, daniel resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing he could say or do to change y/n's mind about the costume or how long it would take to prepare it.

the couple ( or moreover, y/n ) had decided to go as jack and sally from the nightmare before christmas. y/n was very festive, especially when halloween rolled around. chloe had insisted on having a costume contest at the party, and y/n's competitive streak was coming out.

she did daniel's makeup first, knowing that trying to do makeup on another person was considerably harder than trying to do it for herself.

the mclaren driver was a good sport about the entire thing, especially for a man who didn't want to go to the party in the first place. she perched herself next to him on the edge of the bed, hair still soaked and dressed in her silk robe as she opened up the palette, dabbing the white face paint onto daniel's skin to transform him into the pumpkin king.

she used her liquid eyeliner to draw jack skellington's crooked smile across the driver's cheeks, and dark eyeshadow in circles around his eyes before adding the sliver glitter spray into his abundance of curls before she ruffled his hair, flecks of glitter falling onto the duvet as daniel leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips.

"daniel!" she complained. "you're going to smudge it!"

"does it matter? the guy is a skeleton anyways!"

still giggling, she shooed daniel towards the walk in closet before taking a seat at the vanity mirror to set about doing her own makeup.

it took just under an hour to do danny's.

it only took y/n half that to do her own from the youtube tutorial before she began to straighten her hair and dust her face with glittery setting powder so that she sparkled under the light.

when daniel came back out of the walk-in, y/n's first instinct was to tell him how hot he looked. and then she needed to fix the bowtie, which the driver had done up wrong despite it being velcro.

she chuckled to herself as she undid and redid the costume tie before kissing her lover gently on the cheek, then rubbing away the purple lipstick mark before she went to put sally's patchwork dress on.

once the couple were ready to go, y/n insisted on all the customary couple's photos in the mirror. when it came to doting boyfriend activities, daniel ricciardo was a shockingly good sport, holding y/n close as they stared into each other's eyes for the photo.

she pressed up on her tiptoes, gently sinking her lips against his now that she knew all the lipsticks and face paints were dry.

"i love you." she said simply.

"love you too, darling. now, we have a costume contest to go win."

y/n beamed. "an hour ago, you didn't want to go."

"i changed my mind when i saw you smile."

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daniel ricciardo was actually enjoying himself. their competition for the contest was quite something. they were up against daphne and fred from scooby doo, uma thurman and john travolta in pulp fiction, baby and johnny from dirty dancing and a few disney princess couplings. there was also one couple who went as johnny cash and june carter, in costumes so good that for a second y/n thought that they had lost.

but alas, mostly due to y/n's rapidly developing makeup skills, jack and sally were crowned the winners.

daniel and y/n were sitting with chloe and scotty, as well as lance and his girlfriend and a round table towards the back of the garden, talking somehow about anything and nothing at the same time.

daniel had never felt more at ease.

"oh come on, who plays bryan adams at a halloween party? there's nothing spooky about a canadian country singer." y/n complains later, glass of seltzer in her hand.

"um, 'reckless' is a classic album. and he's not a country singer." chloe laughed, a little buzzed and wine drunk.

"i think he is, clo." scotty rebutted with a small laugh. the snowboarder and his fiancee were so in love, and y/n sometimes wondered if that's what she a daniel looked like to outsiders, even though the aussie hadn't gotten his ass in gear and bought her a ring yet.

daniel laughs, getting to his feet. "come on, darling, don't be a buzzkill." he crosses to y/n side of the circular table, extending a hand. "can i have this dance, my pumpkin queen?"

y/n laughed. "danny, come on."

"i'm serious! what, am i not allowed to dance with my girlfriend?"

she took daniel's hand in her and allowed him to lead her out to the middle of chloe and scotty's backyard, with 'cuts like a knife' playing in the background as they rocked back and forth, y/n trying her hardest not to break out into a giggling fit.

"are you glad i made you come to the party?" y/n asked, eyebrows raised under the orange pumpkin lights.

daniel rolled his eyes. "of course i am. i'm with you, and i could never hate being anywhere with you."

y/n giggled as daniel took her hand and spun her around during the guitar solo before he pulled her close again. even with her platform heels, y/n was still almost a head shorter than the australian.

"have you ever thought about getting married?" y/n asked quietly, still thinking about scotty and chloe. "like, the two of us, settling down?"

daniel looked down at her, gently kissing y/n's hairline. "of course i have. i just wasn't sure if you were ready for it? i know that big things like that make you anxious. i think that if we did get married, it would be something quiet and low-key. just us, and a very small wedding party. our parents. maybe on the farm in perth. you in white, i'd put my cowboy boots on under my jeans."

y/n chuckled, stepping back slightly and cupping daniel's cheek. "i think i'd really like that. whenever you're ready, just let me know."

and then they kissed, backlit by jack o lanterns and country music.

y/n smiled. "did we just agree to get married spontaneously without a proposal or a ring or anything?"

"i think we did." danny chuckled. "imagine how funny it would be if we didn't tell anybody until after the wedding."

"hush. let me enjoy our dance. it's just practice for the real thing, now."

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they would drunkenly stumble back into the ranch house hours later, giggling and blushy, arms around each other as they tried to stay upright.

"babe," daniel managed through laughter. "take your shoes off or you aren't even going to make it up the stairs."

y/n leaned against the off-white wall, almost hitting her head on a picture frame housing a picture of her and danny from monza in 2021, his last win. she had her arms around his neck, half on his back as he tried to hold up the sign that triumphantly read 'daniel p1'.

where had things with mclaren gone so wrong?

the couple stumbled up the small flight of stairs to their bedroom, where y/n perched delicately on the edge of the bed, leaning against a pillow as she watched daniel begin to undress.

catching her movement out of the corner of his eye, daniel turned around with a grin.

"like what you see?"

"fuck off."

taking the joke in stride, he reached for his phone, putting on a sultry sounding blues song, swaying his hips back and forth as he took off the pinstriped suit jacket.

with a drunken giggle, y/n realized exactly what daniel was doing.

and she'd be damned if she said his little striptease wasn't working as the aussie got closer and closer to the bed, y/n's eyes drawn in as daniel began to move his shoulders to the music, nimble fingers undoing the snap on the tie before he began to undo the dress shirt.

she felt bad for giggling before, but this just made her holler in laughter. she knew it must have been the alcohol speaking.

"daniel joseph ricciardo, loving you is going to be the death of me." she grins, pulling him in by the belt loops before getting to her feet and pressing a kiss to his lips. "let's go wash off the makeup, lover boy. then we can put on our pajamas, get nice and cozy in the bed, and then you can fuck me like i know you've wanted to do all night."

internally, daniel groaned. "you're making me wait even longer?"

"i'm not sleeping in this makeup, danny. it's not good for my skin."

"as long as you put on the sexy pajamas, i'm all in."

"you think all of my pajamas are sexy."

"that's because you're wearing them."

#the cozy collection 2022 #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x you

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