#like! at one point she sits on the floor of the stage and we made eye contact for what felt like a whole min and bro tell me why I felt SHY

[mer-se]

Prima facie round two. 5/17 🎭🤍

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

{ I bring you Sacrificial Virgin!Steve, Demon!Eddie, and Ghost!Robin for your tables. Take this and feast my friends.

I woke after 3 hours of sleep suddenly possessed with this idea and had to get it out of me immediately before i went back to sleep for a bit. Shits crazy. }

Warnings: death, blood, gore, demony things.

The Harrington's are an old family. Older than Hawkins itself, some say. Their manor sits on a hill, overlooking the town, keeping an ever watchful eye on the people below.

Steve has always been alone. No friends. No girlfriends. His only company the maids, and butlers, and tutors, all of whom float through his life, never constant, always different, no connections to be made. His parents make sure of it. He is to be pure. Always. Until they need him.

Unbeknownst to them, Steve has made one friend. A lonely soul, lost and scared, stuck in the halls of Harrington house after one of their many sacrifices. Her name is Robin. She's skittish at first, frightened of him.

He understands. And he waits. And a few months later she comes to him. They lie in his bed, and she talks to him. Tells him about the life she had in Hawkins. Tells him what it's like to live. She is cold to the touch. Steve barely notices.

They strap him to the table on his eighteenth birthday. He'd known it was coming. It was the only logical end to the life he'd been living. His family and their followers, dressed in their dark robes, looking down at him, but not seeing him.

Steve doesn't struggle. He lets them take him. Lies there and looks up into the eyes of a girl none of them can see, and hopes it will be fast. That it will end. Then he can be with Robin and they can find a way out of these halls, and out of this town, and be together, forever.

He doesn't cry. He doesn't make a sound when the knife sinks into him. His blood leaks onto the marble beneath him, his body going cold. Colder. He keeps his eyes on Robin as she smiles sadly down at him, her fingers laced with his though he can't feel it.

The room goes black. Suddenly. Like the light is banished by something unseen. His parents and their rable gasp, scattering out of Steve's sight. He hopes their afraid. And then a voice, otherworldly, fills the room. It's words bring a warmth to Steve that he's never known, it blooms in his chest the way his blood blooms across the floor.

"Why have you summoned me?" The voice says, edges of each word crackling with heat.

"We offer sacrifice." His fathers voice, it's shaking, he's afraid, Steve feels a sick pleasure roll beneath his skin. He hears the new voice make a sound. Disapproving.

"Ah. I see. You think you've summoned me." The voice is deep, and if Steve's not mistaken, amused.

"We- we have summoned-"

"Ah ah. No." His mothers trembling voice goes silent as this new thing cuts her off.

"You've done no such thing." It says. Steve hears footsteps. Hears gasps roll through the room like a wave.

"The boy, is the one bleeding out on the alter, is he not? He... summoned me. Not you."

Steve can see, suddenly. He can see the whole room, and the creature, or is it a man? He can see them all as if it's a play on a stage. He can even see himself, naked and bleeding. And Robin, crouched behind the marble alter, hands still firmly in his own.

"You think yourselves strong enough? To summon me? Without any bloodshed of your own." The creature pushes into his fathers space, Steve's stomach twists in sick pleasure as his father cowers before it. It shakes its head, disappointed.

As Steve watches it move from person to person, assessing, he can't help but find the beauty in it, in him. He looks a bit like a man.

Skin paler than moonlight, except at the hands, his hands are stained pitch black, the inky color crawls across his skin to his elbows. The nails on his fingers are pointed, and dripping, though Steve can't tell with what. And there's something behind it, a tail, Steve thinks, pointed and tipped black.

The creature grabs at his mothers white dress and she recoils at the stain he leave behind.

Steve smiles, a rare thing, in these halls, but he does it. He lies there, bleeding, and he smiles at his mother's discomfort. And this, of all things, draws the creatures attention. His head twitches in Steve's direction like he'd made a sound. Though he hadn't. Though he rarely does.

The creature moves closer. Stands beside the alter and looks down at him with pitch black eyes, and smiles with too sharp teeth. It snaps its inky fingers and the bindings holding Steve fall away. It moves two fingers across Steve's forhead, pushing his sweat soaked hair away from his skin.

"Oh Steven. What have they done to you?" It whispers, and the warmth in Steve's chest burns like coals in a furnace.

"Tell me what you want. Anything. It's yours." The creature, the man, the demon, for Steve knows it to be true. They've summoned a demon. No. He, has summoned a demon.

The demon rests his sharp fingers over Steve's barely beating heart, and waits for him to answer. He swallows, thickly, his throat clicking from underuse and death creeping up on him slowly.

"Kill them. Kill them all." Steve rasps, his throat burning, his chest aching. The demon smiles down at him, and winks.

"It would be my absolute fucking pleasure." The words drip from his blackened mouth like syrup, sticky, and sweet. And then Steve watches, barely able to lift his head now, as the demon tears them apart.

His parents are last. Cowering in the corner like scared children as this demon they've wished for descends on them with a burning fury and covered in blood. They whimper and recoil as he crouches in front if them, tail swishing madly behind him.

"You were given a gift. Eighteen years ago. A gift from the darkness." His voice is shaking now, his hand too, as it reaches toward them, pointing accusingly.

"A gift you begged for!" The shout rings through the nearly empty hall, the force of it extinguishing the candles littering the floor. Steve finds he can still see through the darkness.

"You begged us for this gift. And then you spent the next eighteen years neglecting it. Neglecting him." Steve can feel the demons rage, like it's his own, perhaps it is.

"There is no forgiveness. Where you are going. You will burn. And you will scream. And no amount of begging, shall grant you anymore gifts." His inky, bloodstained, hands reach out and grab their faces, his pointed nails sink into their skin.

"Not in this lifetime. Nor the many after it, that you'll spending screaming for mercy." His face seems to split then, his smile impossibly wide across his cheeks.

"We do not grant mercy in the realms of darkness and fire. We grant only what is deserved." There's a growl, low in the demons throat, as he rips the Harrington's from this world and sends them to the next. A sick squelching sound follows it as he removes his hands from the mess he's made. He's back at Steve's side shortly after that.

"Why- who-" Steve stammers, reaches up weakly, he can't catch his breath.

"Shh. Don't speak. It's alright." A warm, dry finger, presses to his lips. Steve's chest aches to feel more. Anything else this creature will give him.

"You don't have long I'm afraid. But I have an offer for you." The demon's voice is soft now, almost human. His features are smoothing out too, the blackness fades from his eyes and skin until there's just a man standing next to him.

"What it is?" Steve asks, his breath hitching, not enough air left in this world for him.

"Come with me. Stay with me. Forever." The demon places his hand on Steve's chest and it burns again. Steve gasps, squeezes his eyes shut against the sting of it. And then the pain is gone. It's no longer hard to breathe. He isn't cold. And he feels a hand in his. He opens his eyes.

"She can come too." The demon is smiling, and looking directly at Robin. She's smiling back, and squeezing Steve's hand.

"I can feel you." Is all he can think to say.

"Yeah no shit dingus. You're dead." She says, and launches herself at him. He catches her in his arms and laughs with her, it echoes through the empty halls like music. She pulls away, looks at him, softly.

"Whatever you decide. I'm with you." She pats his cheek, hops off the alter, and goes to stand by the window, looking out into the darkness that shouldn't be there.

"I'm Eddie, by the way." The demon says, he kicks at the ground with his toe, rubs at his neck.

"What kind of demon name is Eddie?" Steve blurts, his eyes going wide. Eddie laughs, and it too, sounds like music.

"It's just my name. So what do you think? You wanna come with me?" The demon, Eddie, asks, his fingers walking along the edge of the alter, eyes on the floor.

"Are you nervous?" Steve asks, his hands dropping to his lap, and he realizes suddenly that he's naked. As soon as the realization hits him, he no longer is. Black sweatpants appear out of nowhere, soft and warm around him.

"Better? And I am. Nervous." Eddie says, tugs on Steve's pantleg genlty.

"Thank you." Steve whispers, not sure how to take the fact he's made a demon nervous.

"I'll always take care of you. If you come with me." His knuckles press into Steve's thigh.

"I've been waiting a long time for you. Wasn't really planning on meeting you like this. Disappointing." He shakes his head, glares off into the corner where the remains of the Harrington's lie in a bloody heap.

"You've been waiting for me?" Steve asks, his fingers twitching with want to reach out, to take Eddie's hand. Eddie nods, bites his lip with a sharp fang, and then looks up at Steve.

"I have a fondness for shattered broken souls. I used to be one, after all." He smiles sadly, and Steve can't stop himself, he reaches out, takes Eddie's hand.

"I think I've been waiting for you too. I just didn't know it." He squeezes Eddie's hand. Eddie smiles, reaches up, tucks a strand of hair behind Steve's ear. He leans forward, forehead pressed to Steve's gently.

"I made you so perfectly. Made you everything they asked for. Everything they wanted." Eddie drags his nose along Steve's, whispering into the space between them.

"And they hurt you. And broke you. And left you all alone. When you should have been with me." He nuzzles into Steve, both of them pressing into the other. Eddie's words slam into Steve's chest with shattering force. Eddie made him. A gift for his parents, all those years ago.

"I would've never left you if I'd known. What they'd do. And by the time I realized, it was too late to take you back. Even demons have rules." Eddie pulls back, cradles Steve's face in his hands.

"I'm sorry. All I could do was give you a friend. But I'm- it wasn't enough I'm so sorry." A tear falls down Eddie's cheek, steaming as it rolls across his skin and fades into the space between them. Steve's chest feels warm again, hot like a fire being kindled behind his ribs. He grabs Eddie's shirt and yanks him forward, presses his lips to Eddie's hard.

"It was enough. She was enough. She was perfect. Just what I needed. And now I have you, too." Steve kisses him and breathes the words into his mouth until he feels Eddie accept them. Feels Eddie wrap himself around him, his skin buring where it touches Steve, making him feel alive.

Near the window, Robin smiles at her shoes.

"Can I keep you?" Eddie whispers the words into Steve's neck, his sharp nails pressing into Steve's back as he pulls him closer and closer.

"Yes. Keep me forever. I'm yours. All yours." Steve whispers back, his dull nails clawing at Eddie's shirts, trying to get him closer, he'd climb inside him if he could. Eddie growls into his skin, possessive.

"Let's go home." He whispers, and they're gone. All three of them.

The light returns to the Harrington house. Bright dawn sunlight beaming in across bloodstained floors. Bodies scattered in heaps and piles around a blood covered alter.

The town of Hawkins forgets all about the Harrington's, for the most part. And their strange son who never left their hallowed halls. But all towns have their legends. And some nights, when the moon is new, and darkness reigns, they say you can hear screaming.

In the halls of Harrington manor, you can hear voices, screaming for mercy. And if you listen closely, right at dawn, they say, you can hear a chorus of voices, haunting, and beautiful, and laughing, as they answer.

"No."

[sunny44]

Model

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!reader

Warning: none

Summary: Y/n is studying to be a fashion designer and for her final college project she has to design a collection of clothes, but after designing and making all the clothes she thinks it's not good enough so Charles does everything he can to make her believe that her work is wonderful.

I was very nervous.

It was my last semester at college and I was doing my final project, which I thought would be easy since I only had to create a collection of clothes but it was harder than I thought.

I'd never had a problem finding my work beautiful and good but it seemed that nothing I was doing lately was good but after a while I got to the point where if I didn't start making the clothes I wouldn't be able to deliver them on time.

Luckily I have a wonderful boyfriend who as well is letting me use his body measures and didn't mind that the living room of his apartment was completely messed up with bits of thread and fabric lying all over the floor.

When I started this project, the first thing that came to mind was a collection of women's clothes as most of my class would do since it was the safest option, but since I like to take risks I ended up opting for men's clothes.

"Love, are you all right?" he asked after seeing me almost biting my finger off.

"Yeah, it's just that I don't think this is good enough."

"Y/n, you need to believe in yourself more. Your work is incredible and I'm really looking forward to seeing it."

I looked at him almost crying with happiness at having him on my side.

"Thank you, Charlie. I just want this collection to be perfect."

"There's no such thing as perfect, Y/n." he replied in a calm tone. "It's not because your collection doesn't suit one person that someone else won't like it too, there are different perspectives."

"I know, it's just that I'm very nervous." He sits down next to me on the floor and hugs me.

"I know and it's going to be okay, now show me how it's going."

I showed him the pieces and made a point of explaining the creative process and the inspiration behind each of the outfits.

"Babe, this is wonderful." Charles finally said. "I'm impressed and honored that I am your muse ."

"Are you really? Don't lie to me."

"And when have I ever lied to you?"

"Never."

"Then trust me when I say it's wonderful."

I snuggled closer into his embrace and we sat there in the living room together while I hoped my project was as good as Charles says it is.

...

I walked into the college with the portfolio in my hand and Joris was pushing a trolley with four mannequins where the clothes were fitted.

"Oh my God." I turned desperately to him. "I forgot the photos of you wearing the clothes."

"No you didn't, they're with me." I breathed a sigh of relief and we went to the room where the presentations would take place.

"Well, the next work to be presented is Miss Y/n Y/L/N's." I got up on the small stage and positioned the mannequins.

"Good morning everyone, my name is Y/n and the inspiration behind my clothes is my boyfriend." They analyzed the clothes. "In case you didn't know, he's a driver and I used him as my inspiration because in the last two years of college he was the person who supported me the most, especially in this last project."

"I was inspired by Ferrari, which is the team he races for in F1 so I was inspired by that to create the collection." I said as the teacher leafed through the portfolio. "Well here are some pictures of the clothes on the model."

I clicked to show the pictures and sure enough they weren't the ones I was expecting, Charles was the model wearing all the clothes I had made.

"Nice model." My teacher says.

"Well, that wasn't the one I had chosen, but thank you." She smiles. "Well, these were the four final pieces I decided to make."

My colleagues stood up and walked over to the mannequins and began to analyze them.

"Well, I have to admit that in all the years I've been teaching I've never had someone who impressed me so much and who also got an A+."

"I got an A+?" She agreed and I heard applause coming from the classroom door and Charles was standing there smiling.

"Looks like we've got a visit from your model."

"That's my boyfriend actually."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." He says and my girl colleagues almost drool over him.

"No problem darling, make yourself at home." She says and continues with the introductions while I go over to him.

"You didn't tell me you were going to model the clothes, I thought Joris was going to do that."

"I asked him not to tell you because I wanted to surprise you and also show you that I believe in you and that I will always support you the same way you support me." I smiled and kissed him.

"Let's watch the other works and then we can go out for lunch."

"Great." We sat and watched the rest of the presentations and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief after knowing that I had made it.

Bonus scene!

Charlesleclerc instagram post

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Charlesleclerc this is a few photos of the clothing collection that my girlfriend made for her final project in college. She is the most talented person I know and I’m so proud of her.

I love you babe and I can’t wait for you to dress me up again.

Tagged: Yourusername

Yourusername I love you so much baby and thank you for being the best boyfriend ever

Pierregasly wow, she make you look good

Charlesleclerc I always look good

Yourusername true

Scuderiaferrari I think we all agree that y/n needs to make the next year overall

Yourusername yesss please, let me do it

User08 I love them so much

User29 I need to know where I can buy her clothes

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This is my beautiful and hot boyfriend using the clothes that I’ve made inspired by him and his amazing team.

I just wanted to thank him for supporting and believing in me even when I didn’t believe in myself.

I love you so much Charlie ❤️

[kittyyeo]

Backstage. [jeong yunho]

[bf!yunho × reader | MDNI]

>taglist! :@wh0re4yunsangho ; @onedumbho3 ; @owlbeforesunset

>content: yunho super bf material, reader has a fluffy cat and is not that creative w names lmao, yunho plays the guitar (and looks hot doing so), he calls reader "babe", there's s heated makeout session, nothing else (for now)

>let me know if you'd like a part 2!

Chat with: Yunho🎸

— wakey wakey

— yunho it's 2 p.m

— you could have been taking a nap idk!

😋

can I come over

— i told u to tell me in advance whenever u wanted to come! 😭

— it is in advance though! I texted you now

just to make sure I wasn't gonna wake you up if I rang the door

— what

— can you open please

😙

please i need to see my girl🐱

Your sigh could have been heard from the other side of the street, probably. You toss your phone on your bed and, after gently pushing your cat away from your lap, you lazily walk towards the door of your apartment. Your fingers are on the door handle, your eyes wandering around, making sure that your living room wasn't too messy.

You pull the door, and here he is: Yunho, with his messy fluffy black hair, a casual blue shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. His usual black backpack is hanging on his shoulder and his hands are in his pockets. He looks at you, his pretty lips turned into a smile.

-Hey.- you take a step back, allowing him to come in. He closes the door behind his back and, without even dropping his bag on the floor, his hands quickly reach your waist to pull you closer and hold you in his arms in a warm hug. He leaves so many pecks on your cheeks and forehead, stopping only once he hears you giggling.

-Sorry for not telling you in advance I was here. I know you always want your house to look like it came out of one of those Furniture Magazines but I swear there's nothing wrong with it now!

-But Yunho, even just a text before you come here would have been appreciated. I could have made some snacks for us… — your lips curl in a pout, your eyes busy focusing on every single detail of his pretty face.

He laughs, his hands still caressing your waist.

-Babe, that's okay. What matters to me is to see you…

A meow coming from your room suddenly gains his attention, interrupting him.

-... And mr. Soup.— he gives you another kiss before running towards your room, you quickly following his steps.

-Stop calling her that!

-That's still better than Meow!

-Oh, c'mon Yunho! — you jokingly glare at him, your cat now on his lap as he sits down on the ground, his back against your wardrobe. You're quick to sit next to him, your hands playing with the hem of your shirt.

His fingers are delicately caressing your pet's fur and in a matter of seconds you can hear her soft purring as she falls asleep.

You let your head rest on his shoulder, your eyes fixed on his hands.

-So, I came here not only to see you and our lovely daughter— you give him a light slap for the term he used to refer to your cat—... But also because we finally got another gig. That one bar next to the University. Tomorrow night.

You sit up fast, your movements waking up your cat.

-Yunho! I'm so happy for you, oh gosh. I'll definitely be there! — you can't hold your excitement and it annoyed your cat to the point she jumped away from your boyfriend's lap, and went to sleep in another room.

Yunho smiles at your reaction, your hand in his as he tells you the time they'd be performing. You nod at him and give him tons of pecks all over his face.

-You look so damn hot whenever you play the guitar. I can't wait to see you on that stage. — you mumble against his lips between kisses, and he squeezes your hip in response.

-Make sure to be close to the stage then, and only look at me.— he mumbles, his half lidded eyes admiring your sweet gaze.

_____________

The day went by so fast and it was already the night of your boyfriend's gig. You didn't wear anything fancy, after all it was just a gig at a local bar. You finish your makeup and check your phone. A text from Yunho.

—wore your fav tshirt. ❤️

can't wait to see you later

You quickly reply with a mirror selfie and, after checking one last time that you had everything, you head out.

The streets were bright and lit up by the neon signs of the city: shops and music were surrounding you until you finally found yourself at the place of the gig. The bar is quite crowded, you could easily spot University students here and there, their hands busy with drinks.

You're able to end up quite close to the small stage, your eyes recognizing those familiar instruments you've seen thousands of times whenever Yunho made you tag along to his band practice sessions. His guitar was standing there, waiting for his skills to be shown to the whole area.

The bright lights surrounding the stage suddenly turn dim: the crowd got quiet and you could hear the band members walking on the stage getting their instruments ready.

The drummer clicks his drumsticks and the whole crowd gets hit by the colours of your lover's music. You can't help but jump and sing along, your whole mind completely filled with the image of Yunho's fingers skillfully playing his guitar: him biting his lip as he closes his eyes and plays those notes in such a clean and precise way. The sleeves of his white t-shirt are rolled up, making it seem as if it's sleeveless; his wrists are adorned with various bracelets you've made for him in the past months.

He's your boyfriend. He's your boyfriend, yet all the hype and adrenaline in your body made you feel as if it was the first time seeing him. You feel like you've fallen in love all over again, with him.

You can't help but squeal when he notices you and shoots you a quick wink, his lips turned in a pretty, bright smile. His damp hair is against his forehead, it looks a bit messy especially after he ruffled it with his hands.

The band kept playing and you knew that they were able to make that crowd fall in love with them.

Once they were done, they thanked everyone for the amazing energy and wished a good night: before leaving the stage, Yunho threw a quick glance at you and indicated the backstage with a nod.

See you there, babe.

You could literally hear his voice. You nodded in response and after pushing and walking your way through that huge amount of people, you found yourself backstage.

You decide to stop by a vending machine and buy a bottle of orange juice.

-You're here.— a sweet voice reaches your ears and you turn around all of a sudden, your eyes meeting Yunho's.

-You did great today, love.— you smile, offering him the juice you just bought. He accepts your little gift and sends you a flying kiss, before he puts his blue towel on his wet hair.

-Let me do it.— you offer, indicating the towel. He nods and leads you to a small changing room to sit comfortably together. He sits down and drinks the juice you gifted him. You position yourself between his spread legs, and start to delicately dry his hair with the towel.

-Everyone loved it. You did so well! — you smile, proud of his band's achievements. He leaves the bottle of juice on the bench, next to him, and his hand is now on your waist, his thumb distractedly caressing you.

-You looked so pretty in the crowd.

-And you looked so hot on the stage.- you replied quickly, his hand giving you a little squeeze. You're still focused on properly drying his hair, not noticing his eyes devouring every single bit of your figure. He bites his lip and gives your hip another squeeze, gently pulling you closer and making you sit on his lap, your legs on his sides.

-You're so pretty.- he murmurs, his lips against your neck. A sudden gasp leaves your mouth as you can feel his teeth gently playing with your warm skin. He's leaving licks and bites everywhere, alternating them with gentle and long kisses. As he slowly traces kisses from your neck to your lips, you let the towel slip on the bench, your fingers now in his hair.

Your lips meet his in an urgent, hungry kiss: his tongue playing with yours, his hands trying to pull you even closer to him, your hips pulled down against his clothed crotch. You could feel him grow harder right against your heat and you can't stop a moan from leaving your lips.

-So, so pretty for me.- he mumbles, his lips never taking a break from torturing your neck. You know that he was going to leave quite the marks there. Yet you were fine with it.

-Yunho…- you sigh as your hips start imperceptibly grinding against his. Your hands slowly slip and rest on his shoulders, to somehow keep the pace of your movements.

-Fuck… I… I need you so bad.- words leave his lips along with low, sweet moans. You bite your lip, your eyes completely locked with his. Your hand slowly traces his whole body, you can feel his abs under that shirt and your fingers are now against his hard clothed length.

-Babe, what— before he could even finish the question, he hisses at the sudden movement of your fingers pressing against his bulge. You move a little so you can let your palm rest on his crotch, and you can feel his hands on your ass to make sure you wouldn't fall.

He bites his lip and closes his eyes az he melts under your touch: your hand doing miracles and he couldn't wait to go home just to finish everything.

-Need you…- you moan, mumbling against his lips before giving him several wet, messy kisses, gently sucking on his tongue. His hands are still on your ass, you can feel them squeezing it whenever you push your palm a bit harder against his length.

You suddenly stop, your lips leaving his for a few seconds. Both of you are short on breath, your chest heavy as you look at him.

-Yunho… fingers, please.- you mumble as you rest your forehead against his and close your eyes. You can see his smirk even with your eyes closed, he knows how much you love his hands and you know how much he love seeing you this needy for him.

Just a few seconds after your desperate request, your tongue is now swirling and sucking on his fingers. Your half lidded eyes are not letting go of his gaze, completely lost on staring at your plump lips kissing and licking two of his fingers.

You're gradually losing control, your hips are once again grinding against his, your hand is tracing the shape of his cock, still covered by his clothes.

His other hand is on your hip, somehow trying to control your movements and guiding your hips against his length.

-Babe, let's… let's go home. Need you so bad…- he manages to whisper and you let go of his fingers, your face warm and your lips turned into a smile. You stand up, your legs feeling weak so you need a moment before walking out of that room with your boyfriend.

You walk quickly across the corridor, his warm hand against your lower back, guiding you towards the parking lot where he left his car.

-I told the others I couldn't hang out with them after the gig. So let's go back to my place.- he mumbles against your ear, his hand resting on your waist as he guides you towards the passenger seat. You're sitting next to him, his hand constantly on your thigh while driving, and you could feel electricity hitting your skin whenever he touched you.

You can't wait to go home, you know it's going to be a really long night.

[mr-hanjisung]

GUYS GUYS GUYS HEAR ME OUT.

A quickie with Seungmin before and after his show?? AND HE'S STILL PERFORMING WITH ENDLESS STAMINA.

Needs not Wants

WARNINGS: Use of the word jagi/jagiya, mentions of orgasm denial, begging, dirty talk, protected sex, kind of public, light to no foreplay, light hair-pulling, horny Seungmin, fwb to lovers

GENRE: 💋 (✏️)

WORD COUNT: 933

A/N:

Not proofread!

"Min..! If you go even faster, I'm not sure how quiet I can be..." You warned as his hands stayed on your wrists. "Feisty today, are we?" He asked as you regretted your words instantly. You knew that usually that led to orgasm denial. You didn't want to risk it, especially with the time crunch you guys were on.

"No, I'm sorry... Min... please... keep going..." You begged as he smiled, kissing your cheek. "I love hearing you... knowing that only I can see you like this... turns me on in ways unimaginable..." He said, thrusting incredibly fast, causing you to lose your breath by how fast it was. Then soon, he hit one of your good points, and both of you came. You felt yourself get lightheaded. Once he was finished with his orgasm, he cleaned you up and threw away the condom.

"Here, a fresh change of clothes. I'm gonna go ahead unless you can't dress yourself. You know what? I'll change you anyway-" You cut his rambling off by kissing him. "You talk too much Seungmin." You stated as he blushed. "Sorry, I prefer talking through body language, the warmth of our bodies. Talk to each other. Which is why I love quickies with you jagi..." He said as now you sat blushing. You both sat in silence until Lee Know came banging at Seungmin's door.

"Seungmin! Let's go! We gotta get on stage in 3 minutes, and we are gonna be late at this rate!" He yelled as Seungmin got chills, throwing a blanket on you and kissing your head. He left the room with Lee Know. You quickly changed and went out to watch their performance.

You watched as Seungmin performed like you guys didn't just fu-

"Excuse me." You heard someone call out. "I can't help but notice you are looking at Seungmin. Are you a big fan?" The girl asked. You couldn't tell who she was as you had a hat on.

'Hey random stranger! Yes, I'm a big fan but I'm also his fuck bu-’

"Yeah, I am." You replied as she smiled at you. "Okay, usually I wouldn't do this. But the look in your eyes looks at him with purity and are genuine.”

You then found out that the girl was Hannah, Chan's sister. And she was gonna get you backstage. You could already get backstage, but it wouldn't be risky this time.

As Hannah brought you to the back. Seungmin locked eyes with you, mouthing, 'What are you doing here?' As you mouthed back, 'I'll explain later.' Then Hannah took you to Seungmin. "She is one of your biggest fans, so take care of her Minnie." Hannah said, walking off to her brother. Seungmin then connected the dots. "Well, shall we go to my dressing room? I'm sure I can give you a tour." Seungmin said as you nodded.

He then took you to his dressing room, and once the doors locked, he pulled you in for a kiss. He cupped your cheek and made you tilt your head up. He was directly above you now. You were pressed up against the wall, feeling the heat of his pants against yours.

"My biggest fan, you say?" He said, his hands undressing you as you blushed. "Did you want to risk getting caught again..." You warned as you chuckled and whispered in your ear. "Not gonna lie, you surprised me jagi, you're so wet. Not to mention, you look really, good in my clothes jagiya." You blushed as you heard him growl the word 'really' in your ear. You pushed him lightly. "Shush, I know... but that's only because I know how to style clothes and you have good clothing selection.”

He smiled at your comment as all the clothing pieces dropped to the floor. "Do you need to be prepped?" He asked you as you shook your head no. He smirked and made you sit on top of him, his cock touching your stomach, smearing his pre-cum. "Why don't you lead today?" He said as you blushed, aligning yourself to him. Once you did you slowly moved down, causing him to groan. You held onto the couch frame that he laid on and began to move. Seungmin held onto your hips as Hannah knocked on the door.

"Seungmin! Chan told me to let you know you have 5 minutes to be out or he's gonna make you pay for everyone's meals tonight. Including mine." Hannah said as Seungmin watched you bounce on him slowly mesmerized. "Min... Hannah is-" You tried mumbling to him but he cut you off with a kiss. "Just focus... we have 5 minutes..." He said as he covered your mouth, thrusting upwards. Covering your mouth was a smart move because after you began to moan like crazy.

Seungmin felt you clamp around him and that's how he knew you were close. "C'mon jagi... release all over me..." He begged as your hands found their way to his hair. Entangled in his locks, tugging on them as you kissed him. He became needy and went even faster driving you both to the edge.

“That was probably the quickest one, we have 2 minutes to clean up." Seungmin said as you giggled, "You're such a dirty pup." You said as he kissed you, "I know we've been like this for a while so why don't we make it official? Do you wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked nonchalantly as you smiled, "If we don't end up dating then I'm not sure what we are Min." You said as he chuckled.

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hai! I just found this acc and there’s actually someone that does lyney x readers??? woah /pos I love the writing <3

was wondering if we could get a hurt/comfort lyney x reader? reader having a bad day and then feels jealous for whatever reason.. etc.. anything! would love to see it (bonus points if the reader is touch starved)

"Bad day?"

Lyney x Reader

A/n: Sorry this took a while!

Everything wasn't going well. The props, your costume barely fitting you, and your performance wasn't that successful.

You were upset since you were looking forward to performing your favorite childhood story for months, but everything decided to go downhill. It sucked. It really did.

You felt slightly embarrassed since the people in the crowd didn't seem all that excited in the crowd. Usually, Lyney likes to watch your performances, but he couldn't make it due to work.

Lynette was able to make it though, and she could tell you weren't in the best mood.

Deciding that Lyney would be able to make you feel better, she decided to take you home to see your boyfriend.

At least, she hoped that he could make you feel better..

You and Lynette didn't even make it to your home before almost all your energy was drained away. All you had to do was pass through one of the other stages to see Lyney talking to someone you didn't recognize.

It didn't really help your mood since your social circle was pretty low already. Seeing him smile with someone else made you feel lonely again and go down a familiar road you would rather forget.

Seeing your upset expression, Lynette walked over to Lyney and the unknown person. You took your chance and walked away. You didn't want him to see you like this. You were way too embarrassed...

You sat at the back of the stage, sitting on the floor and head buried in your knees. This wasn't a good day, huh..

You were exhausted....

The clock on a nearby box ticked as minutes passed by, and before you knew it, it had been ten minutes.

Slowly, you found yourself falling into a light slumber. But before you could fully fall asleep, you heard a voice.

"Why are you on the floor, dear?"

You didn't bother looking up. You knew it was Lyney.

You knew you were being childish, but right now, you really weren't in the mood.

Not getting a response from you, Lyney sighed and sat down next to you. You were a little surprised since he didn't have to do that, and the floor was slightly dusty. You knew he didn't like dirt on his clothes.

"I'm guessing your performance didn't go well?"

You buried your head deeper into your knees as you mumbled.

Lyney slightly laughed and gently pulled you closer so you could lean on his shoulder.

He laid his head on top of yours as he closed his eyes. He was also pretty tired, but being in your presence gave him motivation.

The only 'bad' thing was your body thought it would be a good idea to betray you since you immediately leaned into his touch.

It was sort of embarrassing how quickly you leaned on him.

You closed your eyes again.

It was now dark outside, and the stars of Teyvat were shining brighter than ever.

It was just the two of you. No background noise, no people, nothing.

After sitting in silence a while, Lyney said something that immediately made your day into a good one.

"I'll make sure to make it to your next performance. I love you. ♡"

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man of the month part 11: december

Series Masterlist @mochie85's Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: Loki's shoot. That is all.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (FINALLY!!!)

Word Count: 9k [y'all better have chilled some wine or prepped some snacks. strap in]

Warnings: 18+ | language (not even pretending to be sorry, Rogers); slight angst hours in the beginning; smut (minors & pearl clutchers exit stage left i haven't the time for you); p in v; fingering; stripping Loki; near-threesome play [if i missed anything let me know!]

Things to be aware of: Scopes being a bit of an idiot in the first half

To say that you felt disoriented when you woke up was an understatement. To start with, you distinctly remembered falling asleep on the floor of your studio, surrounded by pages of the mockup calendar and readying the lettering for 'December' for the shoot, regardless of who it would turn out to be.

Next, you were tucked in to bed, which was something that hadn't happened since you were a kid. Someone, most likely one of your friends, had actually put in the effort to bring you up here from your studio and tuck the sheets under you.

You only hoped that you didn't make any of your friends uncomfortable because you could have sworn that throughout the night you were having some shamelessly filthy dreams about Loki. Any other time you wouldn't have felt the apprehension that you did, but knowing that you were most likely moaning and whining in someone else's presence made you want to find them and apologize to them immediately.

Before you had any more time to think about how exactly you got here from your studio, or lose yourself in that particularly vivid dream from last night that involved the god you were hopelessly in love with whispering promises of sharing his bed in your ear and pressing heated kisses to your skin, your bedroom door flew open with a blast of red. Both Wanda and Nat were at your door, smiles on their faces as they practically skipped toward you.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty, today's the day you get your prince," Nat announced as she plopped down to your bed, making the mattress bounce. Wanda walked over to your closet and began to peruse through your clothes.

"Precious babies," you groaned. "There will be no getting of princes today, for fuck's sake you two need to tone down on Princess Days with Morgan. You know what, after tomorrow I'll have more free days, so lemme get some of those off your plates—"

"You mean after today, Babes?" Wanda quipped, her mouth upturned in a teasing smirk. "After today you won't have any free time for the next few weeks. We'll be lucky to even see you, you know, considering that you'll be spending all your free time with a certain god…clothing optional…"

"Wanda I say this with all the love I have in my cold and blackened heart. You're losing your goddamn mind if you think that there's even gonna be a shoot today, let alone a shoot with a happy ending." The sorceress rolled her eyes at you and resumed to go through your closet, immediately disregarding the shirts and hoodies and going straight for the small collection of dresses that hung there.

"Those are pretty," Nat commented, pointing her chin towards the small table by the window. "Either Strange decided he's not going to go down without a fight, or maybe Steve finally took his brain out of his ass and this is his attempt at a proper apology."

You turned your gaze to see what she was talking about, your jaw dropping as you caught sight of the little gold boxed bouquet sitting prettily on the little side table you kept by your window. You quickly hopped off your bed and walked over to the new addition to your room, inspecting the box as well as the table itself for anything to clue you in on its sender.

"So who's it from?" you heard Wanda's question slightly muffled by how deep into your closet she was. "And if it's from Rogers, I vote we toss it in the kitchen. You know I heard that he didn't even bother consoling his best friend when Bucky walked in to the training room and said that it wasn't him. He was just a smug little shit about it."

"I mean I told you all before I didn't buy his whole Boy Scout 'How do you do' attitude," you grumbled, your brows knitting together as you read the unsigned card tucked into the side of the box. "Okay that's weird. It's not signed but there is a card…"

Nat walked over to you and took the card from your fingers. "Cute."

"What's it say?"

"It just says 'To my love. Have a good morning.' Well, at least we know it's not from Steve," Nat hollered toward your closet.

"That's cute! Maybe it's from—Ooh, I found something!! Y/N, are you emotionally attached to any of the dresses in here? I want to make some alterations but only if you're cool with it."

"Go nuts, Wan."

She emerged from your wardrobe brandishing a deep green button down sundress that fell to your knees. "Tada!" You looked at her pointedly, shaking your head with a fond smile on your face as she grinned brilliantly in your and Nat's direction. "And that's not all, I found some flats for you to wear, too!" she announced as she revealed a pair of gold ballet flats in her other hand.

"Puny god's colors. Great job, Wanda," Nat said as she looked at you with a smirk. "Go get dressed. We can go get breakfast before your date--I mean your shoot."

You knew better than to argue with them, so you went along with what Wanda picked out, silently thankful that at least you didn't have to spend a good half hour in there today -- possibly even longer -- wracking your brain on what you would wear as you waited for nothing.

"Ah there she is! Pick your poison, Tweety, 'cause Vision here's making breakfast." You looked down from the stairs as Shaun looked up at you from the kitchen island, a wide smile stretched across his face. "You ready for today? Final shoot of the calendar." He shifted his eyes from side to side, the gesture moving you to look around him to see that all eleven previous models were seated and waiting. You could vaguely feel Wanda's magic emanating from her as she grumbled next to you, no doubt from seeing that Steve was among the men in the common area.

The absence of Loki among the waiting crowd caused a pit to form in your stomach. He probably already figured out that it's him and ran on out. Of this realm, you thought bitterly. Well shit. At least rip the bandaid with the rest of them.

"So I'm pretty sure that by now, Strange has told you all that it's not him. Doesn't take half a brain cell to fill in the blanks, and since you're all here now I figure I'll just tell you. It's--" The words caught in your mouth in an ugly choking sound. As if you couldn't even bring yourself to say the words. "It's Loki."

A resounding clap echoed around the floor, followed by Steve's smug voice. "I KNEW IT!"

"Shut up, Rogers,"  Bucky and Strange both said in near unison. When you looked their way they both gave you a look teeming with melancholia, a small contrived smile on both their faces as they both gave you a single nod.

"Thanks." You looked toward the rest of the team. "Shaun's known, Scott's known, Thor's known. Ever since each of their shoots. Apparently Sam's known since forever--"

"Damn straight," Wilson commented, raising his coffee mug up in a semblance of a salute. "Cute of you to think I wouldn't notice, Tweety. I knew you two would get with each other the second you met."

"Anyways…" You looked at Sam pointedly. "Now the rest of you know, too." You shifted your eyes to look at Tony, addressing him now. "So I'm gonna get to kick your ass tonight. Name a place, and I absolutely insist on using whatever Mark you've got that's ready for production."

"Bold of you to think--"

"No take backs, Stark," you cut him off, raising your hand to point a finger in his direction. "You told me when the shoots started that if this doesn't turn out the way that you thought it would, that if the man I have feelings for doesn't return the sentiment, that I have full permission to put on one of your suits and beat the shit out of you. So I will see you tonight."

Once you'd finished your near outburst, you were face to face with the genius billionaire, glaring at him as your pointed finger poked at his chest.

All he did in response was chuckle and push your hand away. "I wasn't about to take it back, Tweety. I was just about to say that you were bold to think that this wasn't going to end well. There's still one shoot left. I could still be right."

You scoffed at his words, walking past him and towards Vision who was currently toiling away at the stove. "Chocolate chip pancakes? With a side of bacon?" He simply gave you a small smile and a nod to acknowledge he'd heard your request. "Oh, and be sure you're free tomorrow morning for your shoot. 'Kay?"

"I will be available if I am needed, Agent Y/L/N. Though I do believe that my assistance in this project of Mister Stark's will not be required. My observations all point to the conclusion that Mister Laufeyson will show up today."

"Is that--optimism, Vision?" You did your best to sound teasing, trying your damnedest to keep your mood light and even joking, despite wanting to scream at everyone for getting your hopes up over the last few weeks. For their words of encouragement making you think that the remote possibility of Loki returning your feelings was even a semblance of a blip on the radar of reality.

"I am simply stating an educated guess based on observations," he answered you. "But since I do believe that this would be a positive outcome, then I suppose you could classify this as 'optimism', if you wish."

"Lady Y/N, why would you need Vision to have an appointment with you tomorrow?" Thor's voice boomed across the kitchen, the hesitation in his words as he voiced his concern. "You already have your twelve."

You sighed, the weight on your heart heavy as you began to explain. "Thunder, has Jane ever told you what a Baker's Dozen is?" He shook his head at you, his brows furrowed as you only gave him a sad smile. "It's a concept…of always having an extra of anything on hand in case your plan doesn't go the way you want."

"Scopes--"

"So let's say that I'm a baker and I need twelve loaves of bread. Because I'm running under the assumption that one of my twelve will turn out ruined, I make thirteen." The only word that came to mind when you saw the look in Thor's eyes was pity. "Vision here's number 13."

"My si--my friend," he wavered. "My brother will be there. Please, he told me himself that he will be here by 4. If I am mistaken then you may add my name to the list of people you will pummel in one of Stark's suits of armor. I will not even bother with defending myself."

You were defenseless against the towering god with his childlike eyes that were near tears as he practically pleaded for you to wait. He wanted so badly to be right, that much was obvious, making you let out a tired huff. "Fine, Thunder. For you. Because you're my friend. I'll wait for him until 5." You turned your gaze toward Tony again. "Then I'm gonna kick your ass at 6. Thor's, too. Gimme an hour to at least bawl my eyes out and fix my face, and then let's move forward with this sh—"

Your words were silenced by the shock of the blond Asgardian pulling you into a tight embrace. "Thank you, my friend. He will be here. I swear to you."

It was just after noon when the kids walked in to your studio, little Morgan Stark bounding over to you like a tightly wound up ball of energy. "Hi, Auntie Scopes!" she squealed as she ran into your arms where you were seated on the leather couch of the library set. She handed you a little jewelry box. "This is for you."

Peter walked in a few moments later, carrying a tray of food. "This is also for you, Miss Y/N." He lifted the dish cover to reveal a smoked salmon and cream cheese panini with a side of sour cream and onion chips. On the side was your Heckers & Salutations travel mug. "Iced americano. No sugar," he proclaimed with a proud grin. "Oh, and we were also told not to leave until you open the box."

You did as the teenager told and opened the small jewelry box to reveal a pair of emerald drop earrings with its hardware set in a brilliant gold. "Who--?"

"It's a secret!" Morgan stage whispered. She wrapped her little arms around your neck and pulled you close so she could kiss your cheek. "We have to go now, Auntie Y/N. Daddy said I can't be here because there could be naked men walking in any second."

Her words brought out a choked laugh from you. "That sounds like your father, alright. Bye, baby." She hugged you one last time before hopping off the couch and walking out of your studio. You looked toward the teenaged spiderling. "I don't suppose you could tell me who put the two of you up to this?"

"Sorry, Miss Y/N. Classified. All I'm allowed to tell you is that he also put the flowers in your bedroom. Well technically I did, but he told me to. And if I tell you more than that he'll cut my head off."

"Gotcha. Thanks, Parker. You're a good bean." He gave you a small smile as he walked out of the studio as well, catching up to Morgan and putting the little girl on his shoulders.

You ate lunch while working on finalizing all the previous pages of the calendar, testing the mocks you made to see how they'd look as a full on wall calendar as well as a desk calendar, ultimately making the design choice to turn this into a desk calendar, each sheet its own month, split into two panes evenly down the center. When that was over and truly the only thing left to do was to insert a picture into the halfway-done December page, all that was left to do was twiddle your thumbs, waiting for 5pm so you could walk on out of the studio and pick out one of Tony's suits.

The minutes ticked by all too slowly as you watched the second hand move on the digital clock on your computer. The time had read 3:30pm when you heard your studio door open, making  you slump even further, your chin practically resting on your desk.

"I don't think I'm gonna need any assistance today, Ten Rings. There's nothing to set up. Maybe tomorrow," you called out, not even bothering to check on who had walked in. Who else could it be, after all?

"Why would you need assistance tomorrow, darling?"

That voice. That voice had you immediately straightening your posture in your seat, leaning to your side to look at who had actually walked through your door. It took all your strength not to smile like a complete fool when you caught sight of Loki standing there in a navy suit, the crisp white shirt underneath already having a button undone. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was out for your sanity today.

Or your heart.

"You're here…" you croaked out. You felt like your heart had lodged itself in your throat as he looked right at you, his eyes shining with an expression you couldn't decipher to save your life, a wide smile stretching across his face, the kind that reached his eyes and tugged even harder at your heartstrings.

"I'm here." His words were spoken so softly, it felt as if they'd wrapped around you in a gentle embrace.

"A-Alright then." You took a steadying breath, willing your hands to remain steady as you took your camera from its dock and stood up to walk towards the library set, tinkering away at the settings to find the preset you'd configured for this particular set.

You practically froze when you felt his fingers lightly touch the inside of your elbow. "Why are you in this set up, Y/N?" He was standing so close to you that you could feel his body heat washing over you, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel his breath ruffling the baby hairs at the side of your head.

"I-I uhm…" You could feel your heart going a mile a minute as you felt his fingers lightly wrap around your elbow, his thumb lightly stroking the skin on the back of your arm. "W-With how you're dressed I f-figured you were gonna go for the library so--"

"I was thinking somewhere along the lines of the set in the back."

Your breath caught in your throat. "W-With the bed?" you wavered, goosebumps erupting at your arm as he continued stroking your skin. You felt more than heard his breathy Yes, the exhalation tickling the skin of your ear and sending shivers throughout your body. "A-Alright then. I'll just prep the camera, y-you can go position yourself however you like."

He gave your arm a light squeeze, his fingers ghosting across your skin as he stepped away from you and you heard him walking towards the bedroom set. You took the opportunity to let out a slow exhale to attempt alleviating the tightness in your chest, the tears threatening to prickle at the back of your eyes.

Why was he even here? You were sure that among the ones that hadn't known as of Strange's shoot, he would have been the first to figure out that he unwittingly held your heart in his absurdly sensual hands. He already held that knowledge now, as he readied himself for the shoot. You fully expected that he wasn't even going to bother showing up today, to at least release you from the mortification of him seeking to confirm who it had been all along. And you evading the question until that devilish smirk graced his impossibly perfect face.

Unless that was his intention all along today. He had no plans of granting you the mercy of his silent rejection. He would lure you in, tease you, make you believe he may even return a semblance of your feelings for him. And just when you were convinced that everything was about to go right, he'd pull the rug out from under your feet. Tell you that this was nothing more than a bit of fun for him, and now that he'd had you, everything was to be as it was. And it wouldn't be his problem if you'd be incapable of dealing with how he handled you afterward.

Loki was here to toy with you. Torture you. Crush you.

The sound of his voice calling your name brought you out of your spiraling thoughts. "Darling, are you alright?"

You turned to look at him, your pulse thumping loudly in your ears as you saw him perched on the little leather seat by the bed, shoes already discarded, looking poised to stand and walk over to you. "I'm fine," you choked out, raising the camera in front of you as if it were armor. Protecting yourself from his charm. From what ever scheme he concocted in his mind. As if you even had a hope of defending yourself against anything he had up his sleeve. "Let's start."

Once you'd made your way to the bedroom set, you positioned yourself about three feet away from where he sat, crouching slightly until the camera was level with his face. He'd leaned forward,  resting his elbow on one knee, and draping his forearm on his other leg, maintaining his posture as if he were to stand and make his way over to you at any second.

You snapped a handful of shots of him in that position, only stopping when a smile began to stretch across his face again, looking as if he was amused by something. "What?" you wondered aloud, your words still getting caught in the back of your throat, especially with how he'd been staring at you, into the camera, as if he could see right through you and into your soul.

"It's nothing, darling, just…" he trailed off, making you knit your brows together and silently willing him to finish the thought. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, the words causing your heart to pound against your chest and rendering you unable to do much of anything except swallow hard in an attempt to stamp down your nerves.

"Hmm?"

"It's criminal that you do not get told that enough, sweet Y/N," he spoke as he began to shrug off his suit jacket, nearly causing you to hyperventilate at the sight. "I shall make an effort to remedy that."

He proceeded to undo the buttons on his shirt, all the while keeping his gaze trained on you. "W-What're you doing?"

"You did state when this project started that we can be as naked as we are comfortable with, correct, darling?" You nodded, stunned to absolute dumb silence. "Well then, to answer your question…I am simply getting comfortable."

Fuck. Me. Sideways. "O-Okay I uhh…can look away until you're--"

"No, no, darling." The low timbre of his voice was doing ungodly things to you. If you didn't know any better, it was like he was on a mission to have you dripping and aching for him by the time this shoot was over. As if you weren't already. "Keep taking your pictures, truly, I do not mind." All you could give as an intelligible response was a mute nod once again. "Feel free to instruct me in any way you see fit."

Before the filter in your brain could kick in, you let out a chuckle and muttered, "Be careful I might just take advantage of that. It's not every day I have a god at my mercy." Your breath caught in your throat in a hideous sound once you realized what you said. "I-I mean--"

"Darling you need not explain," he cut you off with a low chuckle, the sound sending a thrill straight down your spine and settling at the apex of your thighs. "I quite enjoy the idea." Of being at my mercy? He finished unbuttoning his shirt, the garment falling open and hanging down the sides of his sculpted torso. He rested his forearm across the top of his abdomen, bringing his other hand up to his mouth as he tried to control his chuckles by biting on the tip of his thumb.

"Stop," you called out to him, surprised that your voice could even come out intelligibly despite the sight in front of you. "Look at me I-I mean--Look at the camera."

He muttered something under his breath before he looked straight into your eyes, making you nearly miss the shutter of your camera completely as you snapped another handful of shots with him like this. Once you took your finger off the shutter, his eyes visibly softened once again as he looked at you crouched in front of him. "May I keep going?"

Fucking hell, he wasn't done? You silently pleaded with whichever deity would be listening to you that you could keep your dignity intact by the time this shoot was over. You nodded once more, standing as he did, keeping in mind to snap pictures as he discarded his shirt, placing it on the bed next to his suit jacket. Your eyes flew to the ceiling once you saw his hands move toward his dress pants.

"Darling?"

"J-Just let me know when you're ready," you blurted out, keeping your eyes shut to refrain from giving in to the temptation of sneaking a peek.

"Look at me, Sweetheart." The gentle yet slightly domineering tone of his voice nearly had you abandoning all your self-respect and risking it all with him. And the urge to walk over to him and jump his bones grew even stronger when you did as he told, looking over to him and seeing him standing just a few strides away from you, his godly physique only clad in a pair of white boxers.

You quickly hid behind the viewfinder of your camera, clicking away at the shutter as he kept his gaze on you, his eyes smoldering with an intensity that you couldn't rationalize as anything other than just Loki in his natural state. With these last shots, you were almost completely sure that you had what you needed in order to finish December.

It was just a damn stray thought that was giving you pause.

"What is it, Y/N?"

"Hmm?"

"You have that furrow between your brows. Is everything alright?"

"Erm—it's just a thought. F-For a shot." He gave you a single nod, prompting you to continue. You lowered your camera from your face, fighting back the blush as you struggled to find the words to articulate your idea. "Feel free to fling me to the nearest wall if you think the idea out of hand but…" You flickered your eyes to the bed beside him, hoping he understood what you were trying to tell him.

"That isn't out of hand in the least, darling." He chuckled as you looked at him, your unease even more visible despite not even voicing the words. He stepped close to the edge of the bed. "How do you want me?"

That's a loaded question, you thought to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek as your mind began to conjure up a vivid image of how exactly you wanted him. With me. I want you with me. In your bed. My bed. Anywhere and everywhere you'd have me.

"Uhh…k-kind of like you're erm…calling your girlfriend to join you?"

The side of his mouth twitched in a playful smirk as he positioned himself on the bed, propped up on one elbow as he faced you, his legs splayed open in an unspoken invitation for one to place themself between them. A desirous trap set by the equally erotic god. "Like this?"

How your core was currently weeping and clenching around nothing at just the rasp of his voice as he said those words was embarrassing. "Yeah…" you breathed out, your trigger finger nearly trembling as it clicked on the shutter, snapping what you decided would be the final shots for this session. You had what you needed with this last batch, you were sure of it. "I think after this erm--we should be done."

"Are you certain?" You gave him a contrived smile as you nodded, finding yourself unable to form words, fearing that he'd bring up the big screaming elephant in the room. "Because we could keep going I truly don't mind--"

"No, no no no no…" you cut him off, the chuckles escaping you despite your efforts to maintain a formal tone to hopefully conclude the session and you could ready yourself for your appointment with Stark and Thor. "Believe me if we keep going the printing company might not put this into production." As you motioned toward him, your eyes flickered defiantly to his boxers, a lump forming in your throat as you undoubtedly agreed with those comments that you saw when you were canvassing the potential market of your teammates' fanbase. Damn bulge really did look like a mango.

"If you're sure, darling." The ache in your heart worsened at how tender his tone sounded, as if he was taking great care on how to handle you. As if he wanted you to believe that he really cared.

"I'm sure," you answered him, tight-lipped as you took great care yourself to build whatever defenses you could around your heart before he went on to shatter it. "Thanks, Loki."

You turned around to make your way back to your computer to plug in the memory card and have him take his pick from the shots when he called out to you again. "May I see them?"

"Sure," you answered, turning back to his direction and nearly tripping over yourself at the sight of him, once again looking as if he was poised to stride over to you looking exactly as he did right this moment. "Just lemme pull it up on the screen and--"

"No, darling." Your heart began to pound even harder in your chest as he relaxed his posture, stretching out one arm toward you and making a motion for you to come to him. Your legs took on a mind of their own as each step shortened the distance between you until you were standing beside him, leaning just enough that you could show him the screen of your camera while still maintaining as much distance as you could between your bodies.

He seemed to have other plans, though, placing his hands on either side of your waist and gently guiding you to take a few steps further until you stood between his legs and then proceeding to situate you on his defined, muscular thigh. You let out a shaky breath as he put a hand on your shoulder, coaxing you to relax until your back was resting against his chest, his free arm wrapping around your midsection and pulling you close.

Before you could pull up the first picture on your camera, it disappeared from your hands in a flash of green, reappearing atop your desk several meters away from where you and Loki were seated. "What--"

"I'm sorry, darling. I cannot keep feigning interest in these photographs. Not when I finally have you in my arms," he cooed into your ear as he swept your hair over your shoulder, baring your neck to him. Your mouth fell slack in a silent gasp as you felt him press his lips to your cheek. He whispered your name against your skin as he moved his lips from your cheek down to your neck, pressing a kiss to the juncture between your neck and shoulder that had you letting out a high-pitched moan and craning your neck to grant him more access.

Words couldn't form in your mind, let alone your lips, as you felt yourself relenting to the inevitability of where this would lead. You knew in your more rational brain that this could only end in tears for you, that he would have his fill of you and then leave you physically sated and emotionally aching. He would destroy you, ruin you for everyone in this and every other universe.

And still you leaned in to his touch, enough to give him the opportunity to maneuver you from sitting atop his thigh to laying with your back flat against the mattress, the god hovering over you with not a single trace of his signature smarm or mischief in his eyes as he looked at you laying helpless beneath him. "My beautiful darling girl," he breathed out. "I can finally deliver on my promise to you."

"What promise?" Your voice came out almost inaudibly, barely even a whisper, as you shuddered under his gaze.

He leaned down, bringing your faces closer together until his lips were ghosting over yours. "My promise to make you mine today." He pressed the lightest of kisses to your upper lip. "If you knew how desperately I ached to wake you last night--"

"That was you?" Your chest was heaving as you struggled to process what he was telling you.

"Yes, Sweetheart." He pressed another light kiss to your bottom lip this time. "Do you remember the rest?" He worked each of his knees between your legs until he now kneeled on the mattress between your splayed thighs, one arm moving underneath you to pull your hips flush against his, your drenched folds coming into contact with his erection through the flimsy layers of your clothing and his boxers, eliciting a sinful groan from him.

You'd found yourself unable to form sounds once again, rendered mute by the jolts of pleasure that were quickly spreading all throughout your body, causing you to arch into him as you shook your head in your best attempt to answer him. That you barely remembered anything other than the Loki from your dreams telling you about how he intended for you to share his bed.

"Tonight I intend to claim you, dear heart." He rolled his hips into yours, setting a pace that had you letting out fragments of moans that mingled with his own sounds from the constant teasing pressure against your clit. "I have no intentions to ever let you go once I finally know the ecstasy of having you." You felt yourself unable to move or breathe once you felt his tongue dart out and trace the line between your slightly parted lips before he rasped, "Mine."

Before you even had the chance to process his words, let alone come up with a response, he slanted his mouth over yours, your gasp from his actions giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips and glide against your own. It felt like you were drowning in him as you both moaned into each other's mouths, his lips molding against yours perfectly as he kissed you like it was the only thing that he lived for in that moment.

You could feel yourself giving in to the impending heartbreak, almost convincing yourself that it would be worth it. Part of you even desperately held on to the hope that maybe his words were sincere, that he wasn't doing this all just to utterly decimate you in the end. That was the part that had you reaching up and weaving your fingers through his hair, his groans sending a sinful vibration through your body that had you aching for more.

Maybe if the kiss doesn't stop, then the pain never comes, you stubbornly thought to yourself, pressing harder against him and meeting every movement with a borderline pathetic desperation that you were sure he was about to pull away and mock you any second now. Except that never came. Instead he had you pressing yourself even harder against him as his free hand roamed your body, a sharp moan erupting from your mouth when you felt his hand cup your breast over your dress, your nipples aching as they hardened and pressed against the cups of your bra.

You'd survive it. The heartbreak. You were nearly sure of it. For the fleeting bliss of being his, you would survive it.

If only you hadn't completely frozen over the second you felt his fingers pressing along your slit above your panties.

"Wait," you gasped out, trying to break away from the kiss, moving your hand to his shoulder and feebly pushing against him. "I can't. Please, stop--"

He pulled away once you said those words, pressing his forehead against yours as the concern was evident in his eyes. "My dear Y/N, what's wrong?"

"I can't," you said quietly, trying to hold back the sobs that were threatening to break out of you as you felt him softly press his lips along your temple and cheek, as if he was trying to comfort you. To calm you. The action only made your heart ache even worse than it already was. "I can't do this with you."

"Sweetheart tell me what's wrong, please. What can I do to help--"

"I can't do this with you because I know it would mean nothing to you," you blurted out, tears blurring your vision as he pulled away to look at you properly. "And if I do this I know that it won't mean nothing to me, so please Loki--"

He silenced you with a searing kiss, confusing you as you felt a desperation in him that nearly matched your own. "How could you think this would mean nothing to me? That finally having you in my arms, kissing you, knowing the feel of your precious form against mine, would be something insignificant to me?" He proceeded to softly kiss you along the side of your face, down to your neck and shoulder, before going back up and repeating the process, each kiss feeling more fevered as he went along. "Darling this would mean everything  to me."

His words took the wind right out of you, and coupled with the way he proceeded to move his kisses to the base of your throat and down your chest, lightly sucking on the skin above your heart, you were finding it near impossible to breathe. All you could really do was let out choked whimpers of his name as he continued on his onslaught of attention with his lips and his tongue.

"You hold my heart, my precious mortal," he spoke against your skin, pressing one final tender kiss before pulling away, his gaze once again meeting yours with soft eyes that shone with such a longing you couldn't comprehend. He took your hand in his, placing it on his chest so that you could feel the frantic, thundering pace of his heart. "I had such plans on how this day would play out. I'd intended to only tell you once we had made it to my chambers, and I would be holding you in my arms, sated and catching our breaths. And from the sheer euphoria of the moment I would tell you."

"Loki--"

"But I suppose not everything will go as I plan," he kept going. "I had been so caught up in my distress that my affections for you were unreturned that I was lost in the rapture of finally knowing that they were not. It never once occurred to me that perhaps you were of the same belief. That perhaps from where you stood you'd also believed that your sentiments were one-sided."

"What are you--"

"I love you," he breathed out, a brilliant smile stretching across his face as he did so. "I have kept those words to myself for so long." Your breath caught in your throat in a squeak as he pressed his lips to yours in a fleeting kiss. "To finally say it…that at long last you know how I feel for you…it's a liberation I cannot even begin to describe." He proceeded to press his lips along your face once more, whispering his declarations of love into your skin as he did so, feeling as if the words were etching themselves into your soul every time he said them.

He loved you, too.

The moans began to escape you again when you felt his hand working its way back between your legs. "It's your turn now, my love," he rasped into your ear, fingers lightly running along your folds over the soaked fabric of your panties, eliciting a sinful moan from the god.

"My t-turn?" you gasped, finally letting yourself surrender completely to the pleasure he was giving you.

"I will not go further until you say the words," he teased, bringing his fingers up to trace tight circles above your clit. "End this torturous side project. Tell me who owns your heart." He pressed harder against the bundle of nerves, making you arch into his touch, the only sound you were capable of producing a strangled moan of his name and broken pleas. The god only chuckled darkly by your ear, pressing open mouthed kisses to the skin below it, making your moans even louder as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin and lightly capturing your earlobe between his teeth.

"Please--"

"Oh my love, it is far too early for you to be begging. But just because I love you does not mean that I am above teasing you through the night until I hear you say the words." He began to move his fingers torturously slower, making you whine in response. "Say them, my darling."

"It's you," you cried out repeatedly. "It's you. I'm in love with you." He pulled away once more, his face hovering over yours as a soft smile began to grace his perfect features. And you broke through the hesitation you always had around him, the one that always had you holding back the smile that threatened to take over your face whenever your eyes met. "I love you, Loki."

Your heart began to race at the sight of his smile quickly turning into a devilish grin as he moved aside the rendered useless fabric of your underwear and slipped his fingers inside of you, twisting and scissoring, warming you up right as he leaned in to kiss you, his tongue gliding against yours at the same pace his fingers were moving. It felt as if you were drowning in his attentions, like he was on a mission to overwhelm you with his love.

When he brought his fingers back together and curled them upward, stroking the spot inside of you that had you completely beside yourself, you arched into his touch once more, hooking your arm over his shoulders as leverage so that your hips could match his movements. "Let go, darling," he mumbled against your lips, increasing his pace relentlessly as his thumb began to move against the nub above your entrance, and you finally felt your walls clenching and fluttering around his digits as he slowed his pace, letting you gradually come down from your high.

He withdrew his fingers from you as he rose from the bed, making you feel a sudden wave of arousal once again when you saw the bulge of his erection straining against his boxers coupled with the unabashed way he brought his fingers up to his mouth and groaning as he sucked his digits clean of your release, holding out his free hand toward you to take.

"Shall we take this to my chambers, my love?" He pulled you to your feet, giving you a few moments to straighten your clothes before wrapping his arm around you and lifting you effortlessly, prompting you to wrap your legs around him. All you could do was nod your answer before he captured your lips into a tender kiss as he began to walk to the door of your studio.

"Wait what're you doing?" you squealed, giggling into his kiss as he continued walking toward the exit. Surely he wasn't…?

"My appointment with you is over," he answered you simply. "As tradition based from majority of the previous sessions dictates, I must tell the others." He chuckled as he noted how your eyes widened at his words, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Looking like this??"

"Seems a waste of time and effort to redress just for a short walk back to my chambers." You let out a playful scoff, refusing to believe the words you were hearing. That he really intended to make his reveal as brazen and dramatic as he possibly could. "Just one thing, my darling."

"What is it?"

He lowered your body slightly so that your hips were flush with his, making you bury your face in the crook of his neck as you let out a moan. "I may be shameless, precious mortal, but I am not vulgar. We need not give them a show that would belong to the place that Wilson refers to as The Hub."

His words had you breaking out into a fit of laughter that quickly turned into more obscene moans as the shaking of your body created a sinful friction from his crotch pressed against yours. "Just make it quick, please," you mumbled quietly as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hiding as much of your face as you could manage as he took a few more strides and threw the door open with a quick wave of his hand.

"So do we finally have a winner??" you heard Sam holler from the kitchen.

You held on to Loki tighter as he stepped out of your studio, both of you greeted with the sound of applause and wolf whistles from your friends, along with the bellowing cheers of Thor and squeals from both Nat and Wanda. There was also a stray "I believe the term for this moment would be 'I told you so'" from Vision.

Once you'd made it to the stairs, you thought you could make it the rest of the way without having to look any of your teammates in the eye. If only Tony hadn't opened his damn mouth.

"So I'm gonna cancel that 6 o'clock ass whooping then, Tweety? Seeing as you're gonna be too busy getting Asgardian pipe?"

Yup. That did it. That took all the mortification of this moment right out of your system. Your head snapped up from the crook of Loki's neck as you found your voice again. "Oh my fucking god." You gave Tony a glare that could have brought lesser men to their knees.

"Yes, darling?" You shifted your gaze to the god that held you in his arms, the annoyance you had quickly fading into playfulness as you saw the smirk on his face. "What ever it is you're scheming in that brilliant mind of yours, I wholeheartedly support you, my love."

You broke out into a devious grin of your own, leaning in to give him a quick kiss before tilting your head upward. "FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Agent Y/L/N?"

"Do me a solid and revert commit hash ff0486. And then lock all incoming commits until my say so."

"Authorization?"

"Y/L/N."

"Denied. Authorization?"

You groaned. "Tweety!"

"Granted. Commit reverted."

"Y/N what did you do?!" Tony shouted from his seat in the kitchen, the panic in his tone betraying him. "I have meetings with top ranking military officials tomorrow, Tweety! They still think I'm a kinky shit that makes FRIDAY call me--"

"Yes, Daddy?" the AI responded.

The team erupted into a fit of laughter and you quickly looked to Loki again. "Get us out of here, Mischief." He quickly strode toward his apartment, closing the door with a wave of his hand, walking straight into his bedroom and positioning you both so that he was sitting on the bed with you straddling his hips.

He looked at you, his eyes shining with what you now recognized was love, one hand reaching up to weave his fingers through your hair and pull you close, the other lightly running down the side of your body before pulling your hips against his, guiding you to grind against each other in a slow, torturous pace.

Movement from the corner of your eye had you near freezing in place. You distinctly remembered walking into an empty room. But then a smile grew on your face once you saw that the new figure had been a duplicate of Loki, holding a camera in his hands.

"I thought it would be nice if we could have some pictures of our own."  You looked at the Loki that was holding you, the hesitation visible in his eyes as he said the words. "If you're alright with that, darling." His fingers hovered over the buttons of your dress as he waited for your answer. You could only nod your head as you smiled at him, leading him to press his lips to your collarbone as he proceeded to undo the buttons in front of your dress.

You lost yourself to the feel of him pressing his lips to every sliver of newly exposed skin, wanton moans escaping you whenever you realized that his attentions would definitely leave a mark. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn't even hear the shutter going off from the direction of Photographer Loki, let alone the sound of the camera being set down somewhere.

What made your eyes snap open was the moment a new set of hands began to help in taking off your bra, and your lips were captured in a tender kiss despite Loki's lips still pressing a kiss onto your bared stomach.

"I refuse to stand by and simply watch, my darling," Photographer Loki murmured against your lips. "Not when you look so exquisite being at my mercy." He cupped the side of your face once he'd discarded of your bra, his thumb stroking along your cheek with a tenderness that left you stunned silent. "I love you."

"I love you, t--" Before you could finish your sentiment, the Loki under you tucked his fingers under your chin, turning your head to face him so that he could capture your lips in a kiss you could only describe as possessive, his tongue easily invading your mouth as he moved his hand from your chin to your hair. You let out a lustful moan when you felt the other Loki's lips at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, along with another hand moving up to cup your breast, teasing your hardened nipple between deft fingers.

"Bid him farewell, darling," he murmured against your lips. "Tonight will be the first time I have you. I will not share you with anyone. Even myself."

You pulled away and reached your hand back to weave your fingers through Photographer Loki's hair, turning your head toward him and pressing your lips to his. "Perhaps another night in the future," he said softly before pressing his lips to your forehead and disappearing in a flash of green.

Before you could turn back to face Loki, he made quick work to move you off his lap and lay you flat on his bed, your back landing on the mattress with a soft thud. "You quite enjoyed that, didn't you, filthy wanton little mortal?" he teased, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee before proceeding to rid you of your panties. "The notion of being worshipped by two mouths."

He trailed his lips up until he captured the stiffened peak of your nipple between his lips, arching into him, silently begging for more. Right as you did, he hooked an arm under you, another obscene moan escaping your lips as you felt the tip of his cock lining up at your entrance.

"Two sets of hands to caress every delectable inch of your delicate, sinful form."

Your moans caught in the back of your throat in a squeak as he began to inch his way inside of you, your chest arching against his as he worked his lips toward your ear, pressing kisses along its shell.

You felt yourself growing impossibly wetter at his next words, unlocking a desire you didn't even realize you had in you. "Two cocks to pleasure you." He eased into you much quicker, both of you letting out a loud moan that echoed around his room as he bottomed out inside you. "Norns, you're perfection, min elskede."

All you could muster in response were incoherent screams. You couldn't even utter his name as he began to increase his pace, driving into you with staggering thrusts as he switched between utterances of Norwegian and English. All you could capture was stuttered mutterings of how tightly you were gripping him and Jeg elsker deg.

When you could feel the knot in your stomach begging to be let loose he began to drive into you harder, setting an unforgiving pace as he pushed you over the edge of your release, your entire body awash with a satedness that you'd never known. A smile finding its way to your face as he reached his climax within you,  his voice taking on a low, guttural tone as he grunted, "Mine."

You didn't know how long you slept that night; all you could register when you woke up were your sore limbs and the contradicting feeling of feeling completely content and rested.

A smile stretched across your face as Loki's arm tightened around you, pulling you closer to him when you tried to stretch and move away from the bed. "It's far too early, darling."

Fuck me, how is it even possible that his sleepy morning voice is even hotter than normal?

You held him closer to you, your arm tightening its hold around his abdomen, your leg hooked around his, and your face nuzzled into his chest. "I'm gonna work on finishing your page," you mumbled, your mind ready to work despite your arms and legs deliciously aching if you so much as breathed too deeply.

"No," he grumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You will not rip me of this bliss for that date keeper." He wrapped his free arm around you, trapping you in his embrace. "Mine."

"It's just for a few hours," you giggled as his hand proceeded to stroke across your back. "I'll just finish your page, put the mock together, and send it to the printing company. And then I'm all yours." You tilted your head to look at his sleepy face, placing a lazy kiss on his chin, making him place his hand behind your head as his other arm hoisted you further up his body so he could kiss your lips. "For how ever long you want me."

"I have a better proposition, my love." He quickly licked into your mouth and slid his tongue against yours before flipping you over on your back. "You go back to sleep. Or…" He proceeded to suck a bruise into your neck, quickly rendering you into wanton moaning mess. "I tire you out until you do."

The side of your mouth twitched upward in a smirk as images of how exactly he would tire you out entered your mind. "Well I don't think I'll be able to fall back asleep yet so…" You clicked your tongue as you did a shrugging motion, looking up at him with the widest doe eyes you could muster. "I guess I'll have to go for Option 2."

A/N: And just like that, the story's over. Well actually…not yet. There's still an epilogue…and potentially a little outtake drabble of a moment between Loki & Scopes while cuddling in bed 🥹

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Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - Ch: 22 - Sumpside Waltz (Part I)

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For Piltover, the Sumpside Waltz once ranked at the top of the banned list.

Brewed up in the Undercity's raunchiest cabarets, the concoction was potent and addictive. It represented the counterculture that began sweeping the Fissures before the Day of Ash: hangovers of class, sexuality and respectability swept aside in the hot liquor of rebellion. It was denounced from the Piltovan pulpits as pernicious, and censured by newspaper editorials as corrupting.

Its steps were improvised rather than codified. It involved lewd degrees of physical contact. It consisted of whirligigs that gave way to loose-limbed giddiness. The first set was foreplay in motion: one partner, with cunning skill and devilish grace, taking the other by surprise, and then by storm. The second, the reverse: a slow, seductive surrender, where the lead gave up control, allowing the other to take charge: a sensuous assertion, then an insinuating answer, all at once.

The climax of the set was the act itself: an erotic tussle in three-quarter time.

Its high point came with the unfurling of the metaphoric 'white flag'—a strip of cloth, typically a lady's sash, or a gentleman's scarf—wound around the partner's neck, or their hips, and slid back and forth in the beat of the dance. It signaled the symbolic surrender: the final barrier between dancers fallen to the fever-pitch of consummation.

In Zaunite dialect, the message was straightforward: Let's fuck.

Naturally, Piltover was appalled. For generations, the Sumpside Waltz remained the proverbial forbidden fruit. And yet, it was the perfect antidote against the staid, stuffy standards of the gentry's ballrooms. Beneath their scandal, the bon ton found themselves perpetually captivated. While the dance never transitioned to respectable Topside quarters, it was wildly popular among the younger crowd. Even as elders deplored the spread of depravity, their scions slummed it up in Undercity saloons, reveling in the gyrations. Soon, they'd imported the style back to their own clubs, mixing and matching it with Piltovan steps.

The inevitable result was that the Piltovan and Zaunite Sumpside Waltz differed as starkly as everything else about the cities. For Piltover, the Zaunite version was too provocative, while for Zaun, the Piltovans' was overly refined.

Neither side relented.

The dance floor is all sequins and satin. A galaxy in motion. Jinx, shiny and tousle-haired from her exertions, has vacated to the banquet. Magnus lays coiled around her feet. She sits, elbow propped on the table, chin resting on her palm as she picks with a fork at a cherry tart, spreading the red gel onto her plate like congealed blood. She is smiling absently, her gaze unfocused.

Silco attempts to catch her eye. She doesn't react. He hopes it's just tiredness—not ghosts.

At his side, Medarda says, "Shall we begin?"

Silco offers his hand. She takes it. He tugs, a graceful revolution that fits her into the curve of his arm, then guides her into the sparkling swelter of the dance floor. The band strikes up the beginning strains: a lilting melody of piano and strings.

Silco and Medarda move smoothly in the promenade that presages the first set. At the fringes, reporters jostle for good angles. Flashbulbs pop and history is made. Piltover's crown jewel and Zaun's dirtiest secret coming together on the world stage.

"We have two choices," Silco says, their faces within kissing distance. "Make this enjoyable for the cameras. Or make it enjoyable for us."

The music begins its intro: the pulsebeat of bass and the tremor of percussion.

Medarda tips her chin. "Which is which?"

"The former? Topside's waltz. Sanitized. Soporific." He leads her onto the first steps, a decorous spiral. Their bodies do not touch. "The latter? Zaun's waltz. Not sanitized at all."

Amusement skims Medarda's features. "Is the unsanitary so enjoyable?"

Silco doesn't smile. But the next spiral takes them close enough that he feels the heat radiating off her, like a haze at the summer horizon.

His mouth finds her ear and whispers. "Come closer. I'll show you."

Medarda breathes, not-quite-steadily.

And nods.

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Summary:  Zaun is free—and must grow into its unfamiliar new dimensions. So must Silco and Jinx. A what-if that diverges midway through the events of episode 8. Found family and fluff, politics and power, smut and slice-of-life, villainy and vengeance.

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Also what are some of Y/N iconic interview moments and what kind of compilation videos have the fans made of her? Like I think maybe "Y/N being done with the boys for 8 minutes (or 10years) straight" lol 😆

YN, Zayn, and a couple other of the band's producers are in one of the hotel rooms. They have some recording equipment set up for them to record some vocals for their upcoming album. As she sits criss-crossed on the white duvet and talks with the guys, she turns her head to the sound of commotion coming from the doorway.

She tilts her head back as she whines out a distressed, "Niiiall," at the sight of her bandmate prancing into the room in nothing but his white briefs. Ever since their first album, the boys thought it would be a great idea to start a tradition where the boys strip down to their briefs to record songs.

One of the many misconceptions people have when they think of YN in the band is the fact that she must be living the dream being surrounded by these attractive blokes 24/7. Well, she sees 4/5 of the boys as brothers and she did not enjoy seeing them nearly naked during one of her favorite activities as an artist.

It's not long before the men in the room start to sing the chorus to Steal My Girl. YN puts covers her face with her hands and Zayn grabs onto her shoulders and sways her from side to side.

...

A compilation of clips of the boys messing around with her as she sings the bridge of What Makes You Beautiful:

On their first tour, Zayn and Liam would sneak around and tug on her ponytail. She carried on with a scrunch of her nose and roughly pushed at their shoulders when they dispersed from their formation. Or Niall and Harry would poke at her cheeks and ears, making her swat their hands away.

On their next tour, all of the boys pranked her by secretly running off the stage as she sang. When her solo was done, she continued to walk around the stage like normal but she dumbly looked around she didn't see anyone in her peripheral.

In 2014, Louis slowly drenched her back with a water bottle. She squealed, promptly turning around to flip off her childhood best friend.

On their last tour, the boys slowly but surely leaned all of their body weight on her. They tugged her down until they were nothing but a pile on the floor.

...

On the Where We Are Tour as the band finishes up their last song on the setlist, they all walk along the catwalk as they blow kisses, and wave goodbye to their fans. YN's the first to make it to the end of the long stage, she bows with a hand over her heart as she mouths the words thank you so much.

She furrows her eyebrows at the sight of fans pointing somewhere behind her but it finally hits her; she knew the inevitable would come.

YN only has time to take a glance behind her before she crouches down and shields her head with her arms as the boys (water bottles in all hands) drench her in water.

She manages to escape from their huddle around her but Harry quickly wraps an arm around her torso before she can run away, pulling her backside to his chest as they all continue to ambush her with water.

When they all ran out of water and continued their journey up the stage, YN just stood there, leaning forwards with her arms out and bent by her sides.

...

A bunch of clips from their early years where the boys (especially Louis) would just be screaming and yelling during interviews for no reason.

YN would just squint her eyes at the ear-piercing sound or close her eyes with a shake of her head and let out a sigh, "Sorry, you were sayin'?"

...

There's a clip from their Take Me Home Tour where Harry put on a candy thong that a fan threw on stage.

YN couldn't stop her jaw from dropping to the floor, the corners of her lips curling up in a smile at the silly sight.

And when Harry comes up to Zayn seated next to her, she fully turns her back to them with a dramatic wave of her hands when Zayn leans forwards to take a bite of hard candy.

The fans scream in excitement and laughter when Harry juts out his groin to her, offering her a piece. They see the way she furrows her eyebrows and mouths a firm no, which only makes the band laugh harder.

...

YN sat in between Harry and Niall during their press conference for This Is Us. The trio would make silly jokes and comments every now and then; getting paired up with these two never made for a dull moment. However, some of the questions they get asked have become so repetitive over the last couple of years that it can make interviews quite boring, passive even.

Like now, when they're asked the generic question what do you find unattractive from the opposite sex?

So after YN finishes explaining her answer about not being honest, she fixes her gaze on her lap to fiddle around with her rings as she waits until Harry finishes his response.

"...but I've never dated a girl who like spat."

YN's eyes quickly flick up to the crowd of interviewers with a raise of her eyebrows and she turns to give her bandmate a questioning look before bursting out in giggles.

"Wait, no, no, no!" Harry's eyes widen in panic when he realizes what his answer sounded like but it's too late. As he and Niall try to explain his reasoning, YN's eyes squint shut and she puts a hand over her smile, her shoulders shaking in laughter.

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[ivyroseposin]

A Helping Hand (A Cardinal Copia One Shot)

Cardinal Copia and Reader

Summary: There's nothing between Cardinal and his white suit or how much the white suit shows.

Just before the show Cardinal and his love get a little distracted and he needs a bit of hand to get rid of a problem before the show starts in ten.

Smutty

Words: 1,747

“Cardinals on in twenty” A guy ran thru the hallway balancing a load of stuff in his hands. I stared back at him watching as he zoomed past people almost dropping his stuff a comedy act if you really thought about it. 

As the time got closer to stage time the more busier and loud the hallways became. With people rushing around to get stuff done or ghouls jumping around trying to tie their boots because for some reason they can't sit and tie they instead multitask horribly. “Have you seen Copia” I passed Cirrus who was doing some voice training. “Last time I saw him he was in the dressing room fixing his hair” She rolled her eyes with a chuckle. I laughed shaking my head imagining him in the mirror just trying his best to get his hair the way he wants. “Well I will see you on stage well on the side of it anyways and do remember to tie your shoes” I pointed to both boots that were untied and dragging on the floor. “Crap” She mumbled to herself. 

I loved these days well the days when they performed and I didn't have to do any stressing work for the clergy. It was a bonus that I could listen to music and have a good time plus I liked the music so it was another bonus. 

“Remind Cardinal it's white suit today,” A sister said passing by.”Of course the fan favorite” I replied. The one where everything was on display. Don't get me wrong I was not complaining but I did know how much he sometimes hated to wear it. As he worded it. “Everything is in the wrong place” over and over again. 

“DARLING” I heard a yell while I passed a room. “Huh,” I said looking up to see the dressing room worded on the door. “Copia” I cheered walking into the room. There he stood sitting in the seat staring up at me. “White suit huh,” I asked closing the door behind me. “It's a good day to wear the suit” he winked. “Cocky” I whispered watching as he spun his chair around to face the mirror. “How's the hair,” I asked walking behind his seat. “A mess” He grumbled smoothing it down with his hand. I leaned down my lips near his ear. “It looks fine it always looks fine” We made eye contact in the mirror his ears becoming a light pink. 

“Why must you look at me like that” He whispered our eye contact not breaking. “No idea what you are talking about” I stood up turning away from him hiding the obviously stupid blush forming on my face. Copia and I relationship was weird we did things that couples did but we were not a couple.  Some would call it friends with benefits. 

“Are you ready for my show love?” He asked standing up from his seat. “Of course and I get to have free drinks and watch you dry hump the air it's going to be a wonderful evening” I explained leaning back on the couch. “I do it pretty good eh” He winked walking next to me. “You do I, I mean I hear the roars of the fans every time” and I mean every time I swear I would see some fans drooling their eyes peeled to copia. “Hello,” Swiss knocked on the door and before he waited for an answer he pushed the door open nearly falling to the ground. 

“We are on in ten minutes,” He said shooting finger guns as he backed. “What they said you have twenty minutes” I stared up at the clock to see time only went by a few minutes.

“The suit looks good?” Copia asked standing in front of me. The suit almost melted into his body and god was it hot. “Uh huh,” I breathed staring down at the ground. “Am I flustering you” He stepped closer. He raised his hand to under my chin raising my head. “Huh,” I asked looking up at him. “One day you should look into some better pants you know pants where you can wear underwear” I added in causing him to chuckle. “Why could I if I get this reaction, especially from you” He inched closer. I could smell the strong mint lingering. “No, you have ten minutes to show you need to get ready” I slightly pushed on his chest to push him away but he didn't budge. “We have time to fix your fluster” He kissed my neck gently his free hand on the hem of my shorts. His body was close and I could feel his hard growing on my thigh. “I will be fine you have a show to do” I slightly nudged him again. He didn't budge his lips falling to my collar bone sucking on my skin. “Oh god,” a moan escaped my lips. I could feel the smile forming on his face as he left a mark on my skin. 

“You just fall for me” He sang leaving slopping kisses up my neck. “Some days” I answered another moan escaping my lips. He was right all he was doing was kissing me and I was a moaning wet mess. 

“After the show” I whispered my hands running down his suit. He pulled back staring at my eyes and then at my lips his eyes darkening. “How can I go on stage with this huh” He stared down at his hard. His pants do nothing to hide it. A laugh escape my lips staring up at him as he licked his lips inching closer once again. “Showtime SOON BABYY” Rain yelled through the halls. I took a deep breath staring at the opened door that swissed opened. “Hm,” I said escaping his grasp and heading to the door. “The rest will be after’ I explained as I closed the door locking it. 

“We can do a lot now” He grabbed ahold of my hand pulling me in. Our lips collided. Our kiss deepened as he pushed me back against the couch pulling up my oversized shirt his hand caressing my chest as he licked my lips wanting more. “What fun will it be to do all now” I pushed him away. “Torture” he growled. “Shh,” I kissed the side of his lips. My hand slid down to the zipper of his pants slowly unzipping his pants his hard throbbing at the touch. 

“So unfair” He barely got out. He inched closer to my neck leaving kisses as his hard cock sprung out of his pants. “Flustered are we” I repeated his words. There was one thing Copia loved to do with me and that was to tease especially when I so badly wanted him but today it was the other way around. “Do you think of me on stage?” I asked taking full grasp of his cock and stroking it slowly a quiet gasp leaving his lips. “Do you think about me when you pleasure yourself” I stroked again rubbing my thumb over his tip. “Oh god love” He moaned his hips buckling into mine. “Not an answer” I stroked his tip my thumb rubbing over and over again. 

“Yes, all the time” He answered the small whimpers following his answer. “On stage...I think of you” He groaned leaving slobbery kisses on my neck. His cock throbbed as I fastened the strokes rubbing over his tip. Every time his hips would buckle into mine. I could feel the wet pudding from me. 

“Fuck” He moaned throwing his head back. “They all see everything but I am the one who gets to pleasure you” I whispered “To kiss you” I kissed his neck. “To make you cum” I stroked his tip his cock only throbbing more in my hands. “Oh hell oh god” He groaned soon there were no words but loud groans that escape his lips. I regretted not doing more now and knowing that I would have to wait for an entire show to have him in me. For us to become moaning messes. 

My strokes slowed down and my hand remained on his tip some cum spilling out and landing on my thumb. He watched as I brought my thumb to my lips licking the cum off. “I want you” He growled. His lips were once again back to mine the kiss more aggressive than before. 

“After the show” I answered breaking the kiss. I licked my fingers wet grasping his hard making him flinch with a whimper. I stroked his cock slowly his head flying back as groans followed. By now he was thrusting into my hand wanting more. “God” He moaned his head falling to the crock of my neck. “You are only mine” I whispered into his ear. “Only yours” He growled thrusting his hips again. 

 “Oh I’m gonna cum” He moaned pulling back from my neck and smashing his lips into mine. We kissed moans escaping both of our lips as the kiss got rougher wanting to devour each other. “I can't last no longer love” He whimpered. 

I kissed his lips once more before I got down on my knees still stroking his cock. “Cum” I said licking the tip of his cock earning another buckle of his hips. He grabbed ahold of his cock sliding it into my mouth his free hand grabbing ahold of my hair. “You will destroy me” He groaned slamming his cock to the back of my throat and thrusting as his cock throbbed. My eyes watered still never used to the size.I bobbled my head up and down his large length as loud groans escape his lips. “Oh god” He groaned loudly his cock twitching in the back of my throat without letting go he pushed my head to his hips his hand tightly on my hair. The twitching of his cock as hot cummed flowed down my throat.

I swallowed his cum his cock sliding out of my mouth. I stared up at him our eyes meeting. I licked his tip once more taking the rest of the cum. “CARDINAL SHOW TIME”  a loud knock came from the door. “Show time” I whispered standing up. I kissed his lips once more then pulled away. “After the show” he pointed as he did up his pants. “Good luck” I winked as he unlocked the door walking out. 

[thethickerside]

…I ain’t forget.

Rebound.

(This sorry takes place in an alternate universe, where Letitia isn’t an actor, and she doesn’t behave the way she would normally, especially in the public.)

Warnings: LOTS OF SEXUAL TENSION. Two characters who love to tease.

This isn’t proof-read really well, so forgive me if there is any spelling or grammar errors.

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“At tonight’s halftime performance, we are joined by Alexandra McCoy!” The large jumbo torn that hung from the ceiling plastered the famous singer’s face. She smiled lightly and looked side to side behind her shades. Times like this are the ones she dreaded. Don’t get her wrong, she adored the love and support, but she’s always battled with anxiety.

The game had went by pretty quickly, and now it was time for her performance. She was standing on a platform stage that was put in the middle of the floor. Alexandra started off her performance with her hit song “Distraction.” While performing she could point out a familiar figure watching her.

It was the basketball star Letitia Wright sitting alongside her friends, Eva Apio, and Courtney Williams. She was currently there to watch her fellow WNBA friends play in support. Alexandra could see her whisper something to Courtney before laughing lightly. Letitia flashed a smile, her gold grills being exposed. “Do me a favor…” Alexandra sang. Her shy personality had seemed to disappear, as she performed with a level of confidence that was unknown. The crowd roared as two female background dancers appeared next to her, both dancing intimately with the superstar. Alexandra’s sexuality has always been speculated. It became a hot topic after Alexandra was recently caught having a messy breakup with her ex boyfriend outside of a restaurant after she was spotted making out with an European model. So when Letitia saw Alexandra’s eyes lock on hers, she got the memo.

As the song went on, Alexandra made it a point to lock her eyes on Letitia’s. They had never met, but they were very aware of each other. By the time her performance had ended, Letitia had already contemplated whether or not she should go find Alexandra or not.

“I shouldn’t go find her…that would be too much.” She thought to herself. She sat in silence for a bit before looking over to Eva. “I’ll be back.” Letitia got up out of her seat and went on a tiny quest to find Alexandra. She didn’t have to look hard, as Alexandra was standing outside of her dressing room. “Hey…I adored your performance.” Letitia told her.

Alexandra removed her attention from her long red finger nails and looked up at Letitia. “Thank you so much…I really love your work.” Alexandra had watched a lot of Letitia’s roles before, so she was very well aware of the talent she displayed. “Do you wanna come in?” Alexandra asked

Letitia walked into the dressing room, taking notice of a couple of things. Alexandra had soul music playing in the background with a lavender scented candle lit. She had taken off her costume and removed her makeup. She had her reading glasses on, and was currently in her Kimono style robe. “Sorry for the mess…” Alexandra said timidly. Letitia took note of how her persona and stage was completely different from how she was face to face. “It’s not messy at all, don’t even worry about it! But…I would really like it if you came and sat next to me…do you mind?” Letitia asked. She could tell that Alexandra was nervous.

After looking at Tish for a couple of seconds, she smiled lightly and sat down next to her, leaving a nice amount of space between the two of them. “So…what made you leave the game so early?” Alexandra asked. “Well…honestly, I came here to ask you out…but I felt like it may have been too early. So I’m just going to talk to you.”

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After a long flirtatious and hilarious conversation about various topics, the two women ended up leaving the arena and sitting Letitia’s car, currently located in the private parking area.

“I’m really surprised paparazzi didn’t catch us.” Alexandra chuckled. “They probably did. We just didn’t see them.” Letitia said as she leaned back in her seat. She turned her head and gazed at the other woman. “But you know…I wouldn’t mind being on tmz with you.” She licked her bottom lip and tilted her head. “Can I ask you a question?” She asked.

Alexandra gazed at Letitia while a light smirk played on her lips. “Ask away.” She purred out. “That model you were seen with about a month back…was she good?” Letitia reached over and rested her hand on the other woman’s thigh. “She was alright…why do you ask?” Letitia slowly leaned into the other woman, and poked her cheek with her tongue. “Do you think she would be better than me?” Letitia asked.

Letitia Wright’s WNBA career had (for the most part) been relatively smooth. There weren’t any angry outbursts on the court, or scandals…that is until last month. Last month, The star basketball player was caught un-tying a women’s bathing suit, leaving her topless on a yacht. The mysterious woman was soon identified as Letitia’s long time girlfriend. The couple soon broke up after that incident.

“I’ve heard something’s about you through the grapevine…if that says something.” Alexandra looked at Letitia with challenging eyes. At this point, the pair were in a will they won’t they phase. The sexual tension was evident, but they couldn’t ignore who they were.

“As much as I would love continuing this conversation, I do have to get back before my management starts to worry…” Alexandra said while gazing at the other women’s lips. “…I understand.” Letitia said. Her grills were peeking out with every single word that came from her mouth. Alexandra gazed at Letitia for a couple of seconds before leaning over and whispering in her ear.

What she whispered will be unknown for now.

Upon hearing the sultry words, Letitia smirked and rubbed her bottom lip. Alexandra pulled away while smiling and reached for the car door handle. “Next time I want a goodbye present from you.” Letitia said mischievously.

Alexandra rubbed her lips together and stepped out of the car. She bent down and raised her eyebrow at Letitia’s comment. “Be patient.” She said. With only those two words, Alexandra closed the car door and walked away.

Those two words played over and over in Letitia’s mind for the rest of the day. She found herself laying in her bed in the middle of the night, staring up at the ceiling. “Be patient…hmm.” She said while pondering over Alexandra’s words.

Alexandra, on the other hand had come home and immediately started her relaxation routine she does after every performance. She ordered food, watched her favorite TV show, and was currently sitting in her jacuzzi bathtub, scrolling through her phone. She had g given the interaction with Letitia too much thought.

Until, a notification popped up on her phone.

LetitiaWright started following you.

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Should I make this a short Series?

[chiskz]

▶️ Stray Kids | CHICHI being Lee Know's favorite victim

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intro from author: video was made for humorous purposes, don't take everything seriously. we know how much Lee Know and Chichi love each other, our favorite main dancers duo ♡

🎬🎬🎬

skz-talker. Lee Know is looking through the bags with take-out food that just arrived on the backstage.

"Which one comes with extra cheese?" He asked, raising his head slightly.

"Probably mine." Chichi pulled her food out of the bag and showed him her box. "Why?"

Lee Know approaches her with chopsticks and takes the box, walking away. Chichi blinks a few times until she finally crinkles her eyebrows and looks into the camera, living her The Office moment.

🎬🎬🎬

skz-talker. Han holds the camera and records Chichi talking about their previous performance.

"Aegyo! Aegyo for STAAAAAAAY!"

Chichi croaks for a moment.

"I'm terrible doing it tho!" She groaned loudly, but Han continued to press on.

Chichi rolled her eyes and puffed up her cheeks slightly by touching them with her fingers. Lee Know stepped into the frame, raising an eyebrow.

"Disgusting." He placed the hood over her head, covering her entire face, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

🎬🎬🎬

variety show. members walk toward the stairs to go to the next floor of the building. Lee Know looks at them.... and then slowly at Chichi.

"Chichi-yaaaa..."

Chichi directs her gaze at him, slooooooowly.

"Hmmm?"

Lee Know raises his hands in the air.

"Too high. Carry me."

"You've got to be kidding me! Not a chance, you have legs, you can go by yourself, and above all-"

Here a cut is made and the next scene is shown, in which Chichi carries Minho up the stairs on her back, and he smiles like a happy cat.

🎬🎬🎬

interview. Stray Kids were asked to draw their self-portrait. Each member briefly describes the drawing, but when it's Chichi's turn, Lee Know, sitting next to her, covers her sketchbook with his work.

"Nothing good to see there, let's talk about me!"

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one of Lino's VLives. Minho orders his take-out food and takes the first bite. He eats, making a very disgruntled face. He puts down his chopsticks and ponders for another moment, continuing to think.

"Not good... too much cheese..." He wrinkles his forehead even more, pushing the box away. "It's nothing. Chichi will eat it."

🎬🎬🎬

skz-talker. Han and Hyunjin and talking to the camera, while Lee Know and Chichi in the background drink coffee with foam from cups. Chichi draws something on the foam, but before she can finish Minho dipped his spoon in her coffee, ruining the drawing. Chichi looked at him wrinkling her eyebrows, then put her licked spoon in his coffee as revenge. Minho wanted to do the same, but Chichi covered the cup with hand. The shoving went on for a while until finally they both broke their cups loudly......

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MV behind the scenes. Chichi is sitting next to Han, reading a book, Han is talking to Changbin. Minho walks up to them and points his finger at Chichi.

"You took my seat," he says.

"Your sit? It wasn't signed, was it?"

"Actually it was."

"It wasn't!"

"Oh well... You leave me no choice."

Lee Know sits comfortably in her lap, preventing her from reading any further. Chichi just sighs loudly, accepting her fate.

🎬🎬🎬

video from the concert, recorded by STAY. Chichi walks on stage, waving to STAY, when Lee Know spawns next to her unbeknownst to her. He taps her on the shoulder to make her look back, and when she does it he stands in front of her and lifts her shirt, showing her abs to STAY. Chichi covers up quickly being shocked, but she quickly goes on the attack and starts dragging him by his shirt to the backstage.

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skz-talker. Chichi walks around the fitting room in the background, looking for her phone. She asks every person she meets about it, but eventually gives up and leaves for another room.

A few hours after this episode was published, Lee Know sent on Bubble few selcas in the mirror taken with her phone, with the caption "This is what you were looking for, Chi-yaaa? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ".

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CASE 143 MV behind the scenes. Chichi takes selfies that will later become photocards. At one point, Minho stands behind her and also starts posing. Chichi resignedly lowers her hand with the camera and looks at him.

"What is this?"

"What, you should be grateful to me, now your photocards will have some value."

Chichi looks slowly into the camera with a life-weary face (editors' note: a crime will be committed in a moment...).

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Give Me Your TMI Video MAKING FILM. Lee Know strokes the bunny with which he appears in the MV. Felix walks up to him and also strokes the bunny with his finger.

"They say animals can sense good people," he says.

Lee Know raises his head and finds Chichi with his eyes.

"Oh, that's why Chichi has been hanging out with me so much lately!"

Chichi hears this and starts walking toward him, rolling up her sleeves.

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one of the fanmeetings. Chichi, busy with one of her toys, forgets to sing her part, then laughs nervously when she sees Lee Know looking at her with deadly eyes. He walks up to her and puts her over his shoulder, carrying her out to the backstage. Members follow them away with eyes, stopping to sing themselves, bursting into laughter. Minho returns after a long moment and takes his microphone back from Han.

"I'm sorry to announce this, but member Chichi had to be removed," he says.

🎬🎬🎬

one of Lee Know's VLives. Lee Know is in a car, reading comments.

"Ah... Once... I saw Chichi in my sweatshirt, she stole it from me. So I, as revenge, went to her room and took something for myself too. The next day I went in the sweatshirt from her room to our schedule activity, and I purposely walked past her so she would see it. But she didn't say anything. Instead, Seungmin came up to me and asked where I got his sweatshirt.... Apparently he had been looking for it for a week..."

Minho laughed briefly.

"Revenge didn't work out.... Since that day I've simply locked the door of my room. I wonder how long that will help..."

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[charaznablescanontoyota]

prompt bingo fill -- "notebook" takes place between eps 8 and 9

the casino discotheque is brilliant and startling, so loud that al can still feel the music reverberating in his ribs when he and audrey stumble out onto the third floor landing. his eyes water as they readjust to the light; audrey makes a low, annoyed noise next to him as hers presumably do the same.

“food,” al suggests. his brain is still buzzing a little from the tequila shots, but years of sneaking into the fields or up onto granny’s roof to drink with ed and winry have taught him enough about how to avoid a hangover the next morning. 

“food,” audrey agrees.

like with shadow earlier in the evening, al trusts her to steer him towards whatever is good to eat–they end up with hot pretzels wrapped in paper and frozen drinks that audrey calls slushies. the syrup in them tastes more chemical than fruit-flavored, but al can still feel his body welcoming the sudden onslaught of sugar.

“you’ve had pretzels before,” audrey quizzes him, as they find a table to sit at. it’s closer to the quieter lounge, the one with the small stage and the jazz band, and a safe distance from the throbbing bass of the discotheque.

“of course i’ve had pretzels,” al says, a little amused. “we have bakeries.”

“listen, i almost flunked world history, i don’t know shit about what was invented in the 1910s. you have soda, right?”

“we have pop. ed drinks it, i don’t like it very much.”

“is it, like, the kind with cocaine still in it?” audrey leans forwards, eyebrows arched.

“i don’t think so,” al says. he frowns. “your soda pop had cocaine in it?”

audrey hums, and doesn’t answer the question. “can you alchemy food instead of cooking it? if you have the ingredients?”

“uh–yes and no,” al says. he takes a bite of his pretzel and swallows it, considering how to explain in terms audrey won’t write off as scientific gibberish. “there are alchemical circles for food. but you have to understand all the exact measurements of ingredients in whatever you’re making, and there’s no room to improvise or taste it in the middle. so you’re better off just cooking, unless you’re trying to show off.”

the explanation reminds him of the small notebook in his breast pocket; al takes it out and flips it to the last entry, the oversized snacks from the arts and crafts car. underneath, he prints everything new he’s eaten since. small shorthand annotations and symbols go next to each one, nearly incomprehensible unless you know what you’re looking at.

“what’s that?” audrey asks.

“food diary,” al says, mid-stroke on the word slushie.

“you write down everything you eat?” there’s a tiny flicker of judgment in her eyes. “why?”

“when i didn’t have a body, i couldn’t eat,” he says succinctly. audrey knows about the soul-bond and the suit of armor, so there’s no point in dancing around it. “i couldn’t remember what a lot of foods tasted like, and nobody was good at describing them to me. so i made a list of things i wanted to eat when i got my body back, and then i wrote down what they all tasted like. and then i…kept going.”

“oh,” audrey says. she’s quiet for a moment, then, “but you’re not gonna lose your body a second time, right?”

“it’d be pretty hard to,” al says, smiling wryly. he draws a little circle next to slushie–he wants to figure out what it’s made of. what that chemical, imitation-fruit component breaks down to. “but i do it just in case. is that strange?”

“i think strange is fine.”

“me too.” al flips the notebook shut. he slides his small nub of a pencil back into its place in the wire binding, and tucks the whole thing back into his pocket. “you know–my number, the number it started at was 250. exactly the grams of salt in the human body.”

he doesn’t want to explain how he knows that; it feels like it would ruin the moment. audrey doesn’t ask. instead, she takes a long sip of her slushie, her lips twitching into a small smile.

“how’s your salt content now?” she asks. the inside of her mouth is bright blue from the faux-fruit syrup.

al turns his hand over to check his palm. “better.”

[bettyshoweduptotheparty]

Speaking of Look What You Made Me Do: A MV Analysis (NOT mine)

Write up of original analysis by fists_on_up on TikTok

I need a writeup of this amazing analysis of the LWYMMD song and music video on my blog, but please note it's not mine.

Author mentions that the two verses are about two different things. Verse 1: Kanye and the Snakegate situation ('tilted stage/ the role you made me play of the fool/ no I don't like you')

There is a chandelier on the floor in the bathtub scene. The author interprets this as a reference to Phantom of the Opera, where a falling chandelier is a warning of revenge

During the first chorus, Taylor sits on the throne in front of snakes. Look what you made me do -> become the queen of snakes

Verse 2: 'Kingdom keys, locked me out and through a feast' -> This is not about snakegate. It's about a different vendetta. She's mad about being locked away from something/someone. In the video she is in a golden cage during this scene. She's wearing Karma orange and eating lobster, but there is also a rat on the table, so it's only fake luxury. The cage is surrounded by 7 men dressed in black guarding her.

The interpretation is that these are her public 'boyfriends' protecting her straight girl image, and, as such, she is not in fact in control of her career, hence the golden cage. The Karma orange suit symbolizes the album/collective music she was never allowed to release because it would have destroyed her image. The author also concludes that because this situation and snakegate are both dealt with in this song, that one was potentially orchestrated to cause the other, much like the masters heist was conveniently timed to foil her coming out plans in 2019.

The next scene is the heist scene, where Taylor is shown with 4 women wearing cat masks. This is in direct contrast to the men around the cage, as the women are helping her in the mission, as opposed to keeping her trapped. The door in the vault is also orange, another reference to music that was locked away because she couldn't release it. She is shown with 4 women in both this scene, and the 'dykes on bikes' scene immediately afterwards. The author interprets this as representing the 4 women who actually inspired her music (rather than the men who get credited with it publicly).

The next scene is a real underappreciated gem, it happens really quickly, so you can easily miss it, but Taylor is picturing herself as the leader of this group of women, called the CAT 🐱 MAGNET 🧲 SQUAD. I'm afraid I'll get censored if I spell it out, but you get the idea. (damn, Taylor!!😉)

With how many lesbian references there are in these second verse scenes, I would have to agree that it seems likely that the second verse is about being kept closeted, and she's being incredibly blunt here out of spite.

Next, we move on to a scene that cuts between two things happening during the chorus: 1. Taylor performing with 8 men in I❤TS Hiddleswift shirts, and 2. Taylor cutting the wings of a plane off with a chainsaw. So, what the previous two situations described in the verses made her do, is add an 8th guy to the line up of 'boyfriends' and ground the plane that was meant to be TS6 (as written on the plane). In contrast to the men around the cage that were holding her captive though, Taylor is performing with these guys, they are working for her. So, instead of just being at the mercy of her captivity, she is taking whatever small amount of charge that she can have over this situation. I would also add, as the author has pointed out the fallen chandelier in a previous scene as a warning of revenge, the scene with the 8 men also has three massive chandeliers handing from the ceiling.

The author concludes that the video confirms the Karma album theory (though we didn't have the name at the time) that was scrapped in favour of reputation. And I have to say, it's pretty convincing. But I'd make one amendment, I think because the TS6 plane gets sprayed over to be reputation, it's not an entirely different plane, some of the songs are in fact on reputation, in some form or another. Maybe with some lyric changes, the plane is inoperable after all. And in order to release an album with such heartfelt love songs, it would make sense that she needed to present a 'long term boyfriend' to the public that those songs could be attributed to.

She also says that it very much seems like the story of vengeance that's told here isn't over yet, and Taylor did once say that it would be years, if not decades before this whole music video would make sense to all of her fans. And Karma orange has certainly made a few appearances lately, so could reputation (Taylor's version) finally make way for its big sister Karma? And will it fly this time?

[chanandlersstuff]

Unexpected facetime, a very pleasant surprise.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader.

Summary: Calling your husband at the wrong time could be a lot of fun. 

Word count: 1.988

Warnings: None actually except for the normal chaos Misha, Jared and Jensen are.

Author’s note: It's the first time I write something about Jensen so I hope you like it. I have nothing against his wife, this is just for fun. With that been said, I had this idea in my head for a long time and it's a mix from this tiktok and hours and hours for convention videos.

The audience was laughing about some shenanigan Jared did, while Misha was walking around the crowd and Jensen was sitting on his chair blowing bubbles without a care in the world. Basically the panel was chaotic, as usual. At some point between laughs and jokes some phone started to ring.

-A phone is ringing!- Jared said on the microphone and everyone started checking their pockets.

-It’s from one of you or us?- Misha asked, looking at the audience. 

Jensen checked his pockets. -Wait, wait, it’s mine.- He looked at the screen and the biggest smile appeared on his face. -Hold on, I’m gonna say hi.- His index finger touched his lips and the audience became silent. -Hey, sweetness.- He held his phone in front of his face. 

-Hi, my darling.- Her voice made him smile. -How’s everything going?- She was not paying attention to the screen, otherwise she would have seen that he was still onstage. 

The audience there laughed a little and Jensen signed them to stay quiet. -It’s going really well, lots of fun and- Jared shoved his head in front of Jensen’s phone. -Hello there you.- Jensen made a face while Jared smiled at the phone and waved his hand.

-Hi Jar, how are you?- She smiled politely at him, Jared took the phone out of Jensen’s hand and started walking around the stage.

-DUDE, GIVE ME MY WIFE BACK!- Jensen screamed, making the audience laugh. -That sounded like a full crowd.- This time her voice sounded loud thanks to the microphone that Jared put in his friend’s phone speaker. 

Jared nodded. -Yeah, that’s a lot of people.- Those words made her open her eyes big. -MISH, I HAVE OUR FAVORITE ACKLES ON THE PHONE!

Misha, who moments before had picked something in his arms, ran to the stage with a cowboy hat when he heard those words. -Give me.- He put what he was carrying in Jared’s arms and took the phone out his hands, quickly Jared put the thing his friend gave him into Jensen’s arms and stood next to Misha, looking at Jensen’s phone. 

The audience burst into laughs at the exchange and Jensen’s angry/bored face. Maneuvering the thing in his arms, he put the microphone closer to his mouth. -I just wanted to talk to my wife but I ended up with a pig in my lap.- He looked frowning at the little animal on his lap, then at the audience who was laughing at him, then at the pig again and finally at the audience with some kind of little smile on his lips. -There’s a pig in my lap.- The audience laughed. -I mean that’s a first.

Jared and Misha, who had the phone in their hands, looked at her. -Why are you not here? You are missing all the fun.

She was still trying to process how one second her husband’s handsome face was on the screen and the next ten seconds she saw Jared’s face close-up, the floor, the selling and then again Jared and Misha’s face close-up. -What….how…..why…..are you guys on stage right now?

Jared nodded. -Yes we are, everybody say hi to the best Ackles.- Misha turned the phone around and everybody waved and said hi. She waved shyly too.

-What’s up with the cowboy hat Mish?-

Misha tilted his hat towards her. -Glad you asked, cause we had– Misha couldn’t finish what he was saying because Jensen interrupted him. 

-What….why…..can….WHY THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME?- He asked, frowning and the people laughed.

Hearing his “upset” tone made her giggle. -Guys….what did you do to him this time?-  Her tone made the audience laugh. 

-OMG she is using her mom voice.- Some girl shouted and all three grown up men nodded.

-Yeah Misha, why is there a pig on Jensen’s lap?- Jared said pointing at his lap.

-A pig?- She asked surprised and Jared nodded.

Her laugh could be heard and Jensen smiled. -Let me tell you this, you are gonna love this.- Misha said mischievously. 

-Of course, let me see it! I wanna see it!- She said excitedly. 

Misha walked towards Jensen and put his phone in front of him. -Hi again sweetness.- A smile on his lips.

-Where's the pig? Is he cute? What's his name?- She moved her head trying to look at the pig in his lap. 

Jensen picked the pig better for his wife to be able to see it on the screen. -His name is Icarus and he is really cute.- Misha said petting the pig. -Icarus, meet the best Ackles, the best Ackles, meet Icarus the pig.- Misha presented the two. Jared put the microphone closer to the pig’s mouth and he squeaked.

-Tell me you three gave Icarus something to eat.- Jared nodded, putting his hand in front of the pig’s mouth. -Good, good. 

Jensen kept looking between his wife, his friends and the audience. He was about to say something but the pig started sniffing his phone and squeaked. -That sounds like a happy noise.- Jared said looking at the owner of the pig in the crowd. 

-I think Icarus likes her.- Misha said looking at the audience. -Which is reasonable, cause she’s the best Ackles and he’s on your lap my friend.- He patted his friend back.

-Of course he likes her. My wife is the best.- Jensen had a proud smile on his lips. Those words made her giggle and the pig squeaked again.

She smiled and looked at her husband. Jensen looked at her smile on the screen and he smiled too. -Oh J, look at him. Can we have one? We should have one!

Jensen rolled his eyes and shook his head. -Look what you guys just did.- He said between gritted teeth to Jared and Misha, who just laughed. -Really, sweetness? We already have three dogs at home AND KIDS.- She laughed and people did too.

-Please J, pleeease.- She pouted and batted her eyelashes.

Jensen loved and missed her cute face. They haven’t seen each other in weeks. -We’ll see, sweetness.

She smiled pleased. -’Kay.- And blew a kiss at him.

Jared grabbed Jensen’s phone again. -Hey hey, guess what?- Jared had a playful smile on his lips while Jensen gave the pig back to his owner. 

She opened her eyes big, imitating him. -What Jar?

-I was about to show them my amazing Irish dance.- Jensen groaned next to them, Jared stood up ignoring him.

-He stood up and is about to give us a performance.- The green-eyed man shook his head laughing, while the tall manchild talked to the guy with the camera for the perfect shot.

-Mish, hold the phone for her to see it.- Jared passed Mish the phone. The blue-eyed man put the phone in front of his face and made funny faces to her, while she did the same. 

-You two are gonna keep passing my wife more time? ‘Cause I wanna talk to her.- Jensen said, looking at his friends. 

-Shsh J, we are in the middle of something here.- Misha said.

Jensen made a face and held his hands up. -Fine.

Jared cleared his throat and arranged his clothes. -Are you ready people?- The audience screamed “yes”. -Are you ready?- He said looking at her and she nodded. -Great.- Jensen was with his eyes closed taking a deep breath as he grabbed Jared’s microphone and held it closer to Jared for people to hear what he was about to sing.

Jared looked at the audience smiling and started moving his legs and arms while singing “they’re frosted lucky charms, they’re magically delicious”. People burst into laughter and claps, while Jared soaked in the glory and made an exaggerated bow. Jensen looked at Misha, more like his phone in his hands, and watched how his wife tilted her head back laughing and he could hear her laugh in the back of his brain, as if she was there by his side. The audience witnessed how Jensen smiled watching her, even if she was behind a phone screen. 

-Now that you all talked to MY wife, could you pass her to me? Thank you.- Jensen said, looking at them. Misha gave him his phone back, looking at the floor like a kid. 

Jensen nodded with his head as a thank you and smiled happily in his seat. -Hi again, sweetness.- The audience found the nickname really cute.

-Hi again, my darling.- A little blush creeped to Jensen’s cheeks. -Sorry I caught you onstage, I called cause I wanted to know how everything was going, we can talk later.- Jensen shook his head, he enjoyed hearing her sweet voice.

-Nonsense, I heard the best joke today.- He said remembering the joke a fan told him hours prior.

-Really?- Jensen nodded.

-Wanna hear it?- He said excitedly like a little boy. 

-Of course, my darling.- The sweet smile she gave him warmed his heart.

-Oh, I have a joke too.- Jared said trying to appear on the screen too, but Jensen moved his phone.

-NO. NO, DUDE.- Jensen looked at this long time friend frowning. -You already talked to her, it’s my turn.- The audience laughed at the offended face Jared made and the angry one on Jensen’s, both fake obviously. Jensen held his phone closer to his body, to his heart. -It 's my wife.- Thanks to how close his phone was to the microphone the audience heard how she said “aww” and they reacted the same way at her reaction. Jensen looked at the audience frowning. -Oh come on people, I know she is the cutest.- He put his phone in front of his face again and smiled. -Look how blush you are, sweetness.

She smiled and blushed harder. -Shush it J. You were about to tell me a joke, remember?

-Oh yes, are you ready?- She nodded. -Here it goes. How do you make holy water?

The audience groaned at the bad joke. -Oh shush it people, she is gonna love it.

-Is this a pun joke? Cause if it is, you know I already like it.- She said almost laughing and he nodded enthusiastically.

-You boil the hell out of it.- She started laughing and he nodded, to the audience, proudly at his accomplishment. 

-You two are so made for each other.- Misha said laughing.

-Yeah we are.- Jensen and her said at the same time and the audience started clapping. 

Jensen was about to comment on something when Jared started bothering him, again. -DON’T TOUCH THE HOLES ON MY KNEES.- Jared started laughing and kept touching him while Jensen slapped his hand away. -Sweetness he’s touching the holes on my knees.

-Jared, stop touching the holes on his knees. Only I can touch the holes on his knees.- Jensen stuck his tongue out to Jared, like a little boy, while he put his hands away. At this point the whole room was bursting into laughs at such random conversation. 

-Well boys, continue having fun and make the fans happy. I should go.- She said. 

-Bye, bye.- Misha and Jared waved at her. -Say bye people.- Jared turned around the phone and she waved at them while they said bye, too. 

Jensen smiled and turned the phone back at him. -Bye, sweetness. I love you.

-Bye, my darling. I love you too.- She blew him a kiss.

He blew her another kiss and the fans were moved by the sweet gesture. -I will call you when I get off stage.- She nodded and he ended the call. 

Jensen put his phone in his pocket smiling and when he lifted his head everybody was looking at him. -What? I’m a suker for my wife, so what?- The people laughed and he did too. -Let me tell you something, I have loved that woman my entire life and I continue loving her every day a little more. 

[resident-gay-bitch]

“can you believe it!” eddie exclaimed, his arms swinging out dramatically. his guitar slumped against his hips and made a screeching sound with the movement that made gareth’s ears ring.

“what now?” he said, sitting down behind his drum kit and taking a sip of the soda he just went to get.

“eddie was just wingeing-“ grant started.

“i was not wingeing!” eddie pointed a stern finger at him and continued plugging his guitar into the amp.

“complaining, then…?” jeff asked with a shrug, and when eddie didn’t protest that, he turned to gareth to explain, “eddie was just complaining about that chick at the hideout last night.”

“oh, the goth girl?” gareth asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. he was trying his best to stay calm, keep his composure, but he just can’t help but feel a little (insanely a lot) jealous right now. “cool… uh… what about her? did- was she not good, or-“

“eddie wouldn’t know.” grant snickered, and gareth flicked his eyes over to him cautiously.

“no?” he asked, treading carefully. “i thought you were going to take her home, man?”

yes, add “man” on the end to make it seem like friendly bro conversation and not like you’re trying to figure out how to navigate your jealousy and conceal your super secret sappy feelings for your bestest friend in the whole world.

“i was planning on it.” eddie sighed, stretching his back out, “i thought she was eye fucking me the whole time we were on stage, but she wasn’t, apparently.”

thank fuck, thank fuck, thank fuck, thank fucking fuck!

“oh.” gareth muttered, nodding his head slowly, playing it super cool.

“yeah…” eddie poked his tongue out, popping his hips to the side, “really cool.”

eddie was making a face at him that gareth knows means that eddie has experienced a minor inconvenience and he thinks it’s gareth’s fault. only, gareth doesn’t know why he’s making that face right now.

“super cool, because it was you she was ogling all night.”

oh. whoops?

“oh, erm… sorry?”

eddie burst out laughing and shook his head with a smile, “nah, don’t sweat it, dude. i’m sorry i tried to take your girl. maybe one of us could have lost our virginities after all, if we’d just payed a little more attention.”

yeah, no. that wouldn’t have happened, even if gareth noticed the cool goth girl looking at him. he only has eyes for eddie these days.

super hot fucking eddie, who’s stretching his arms above his head, letting his shirt ride up and show a delicious slither of silver skin that gareth wants to bite.

“i’m no even bothered by that.” eddie sighed, “i don’t care if she’s not into me. i don’t wanna lose my v-card to some random chick who’s not that into me, you know? i want a connection, at least.”

“fair enough.” jeff nodded, tuning up his guitar.

“so why are you wingeing about it then?” grant asked, always so kind he is. not. gareth laughed and double tapped his sticks on the snare as he watched eddie send their friend a mean glare.

“i’m not wingeing!”

“kinda were.” jeff muttered under his breath.

eddie turned his mean glare over to jeff and said, “what was that?”

“okay!” gareth butt in, slamming his foot down on the bass pedal to get their attention, “enough petty squabbling.”

eddie poked his tongue out at gareth and started to tune his guitar too, “whatever you say, gearbear.”

“shut the fuck up.” gareth groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically and hoping no one notices how badly that nickname makes him blush.

every fucking time!

“okay, but the bad part.” eddie tutted, eyeing the room as he listened to the note he was plucking for a moment. once he had it tuned right, he clapped his hands together, “the bad part- she was so mean for no reason, dudes!”

“oh no.” grant said, monotonous. gareth and jeff snickered under their breaths at his sarcasm. “she hurt your feelings. somebody call the waaa-mbulance.”

eddie glared at him for a moment, slowly leant over and picked up his jacket off the floor and chucked it at grant with full force. grant shrieked and jumped back with impact, and they all burst out laughing.

“guys, come on!” jeff said eventually, taking a few breaths to calm down, “we have to practice. eddie, finish your story, hurry up!”

“fine, mom!” he groaned and folded his arms over his chest. he looked over to gareth and broke out into a mischievous grin, and gareth shook his head at him and tried not to giggle. “basically, she just said a bunch of unnecessarily mean shit. like she called my sweetheart ‘kinda average’!”

“what!” gareth shreked, the other two boys joining in.

it was one thing to reject a guy in a dive bar, but it was another to call his most prized possession ‘kinda average’ when it’s clearly a work of art.

maybe gareth’s a little bias… but still. eddie’s axe is clearly fucking cool as shit.

“i know.” eddie fake sobbed, bringing the neck of his guitar up to his face to give it a little kiss as he stroked the strings, “it’s okay sweetheart. that girl was just delusional. you’re so beautiful.”

“wow, we’ve already reached the part in rehersal where eddie has uncomfortable chemistry with his guitar, and we’re only ten minuets in.” grant said, pointing over at eddie, “i think this is a new record. i think eddie and that inanimate object are going to need some privacy guys.”

“i think eddie needs a relationship, actually.” jeff countered with a laugh.

“hey!” eddie pressed a hand to his chest in mock offence.

“i will litteraly pay any of you all the money i have right now to go hold eddie’s hand for three seconds and temporarily cure his touch starvedness.” grant sighed.

“you guys are so mean!” eddie pouted his lip.

“i’ll risk it.” jeff sighed, “for all your money, i’ll risk eddie falling dramatically in love with me-“

“fuck off!” eddie kicked his foot out to knock jeff’s knee, “you’re nothing but a bunch of bullies… gareth, you still love me right?”

more than you know.

“that’s up for debate.” gareth shrugged.

eddie struck his hands over his chest and stumbled backwards into the wall, gasping for air as he slid his back down if and played dead.

“drama queen.” grant muttered.

“dude, get up.” jeff laughed, tossing his pic at eddie’s head, “are you done rambling about your failed attempt to pick up a chick? can we practice now?”

“no.” eddie grinned, jumping to his feet, “you know i need a good half hour of meaningless conversation before we jam.”

“you’re so lame.” jeff muttered, “give me my pick.” he said, starching it back from eddie.

“ooo! fiesty.” he giggled.

“come on, what else?” gareth asked, because he wants to know everything. he knows eddie will give him the full, over detailed recap later, but he’d rather have his conscience fully eased right now, rather than later.

“okay, you wanna know what else she said that just… like, why would she feel the need to say that?”

“what?” grant asked, “did she comment on the obvious chemistry between you and your guitar and not want to get in the way-���

eddie flipped him off and rolled his eyes, looking at gareth with a shake of his head, “no. she said, out of the fucking blue, ‘you’re litteraly like, one of the most unattractive guys i know’.”

oh, what the fuck? that was bullshit!

“and look, i know i’m not a particularly pretty guy-“

bullshit.

“dude.” gareth scoffed, and immediately regretted it. he cleared his throat and composed himself as the other three looked at him weirdly, “ah, mums been on my case about… talking down on myself and stuff so…” not a complete lie.

“oh, right.” eddie nodded and shook that off, “anyway, who cares if i’m good looking or not? you don’t just say that! if i said that to a guy i’d get smacked!”

grant laughed, “that’d be funny, i’d pay to see that.”

“dude!” eddie glared at him, trying not to laugh, “but that was so rude of her, right?”

“you seem very upset about this, munson.” jeff quirked an eyebrow.

“well…” eddie wabbled his head, pulling a wry face.

“come on, guys, it’s obvious what’s going on here.” grant sighed, popping his hip to the side as he leant on his bass, “eddie’s fishing for compliments.”

“oh my god.” he groaned, sinking down into a crouch and pulling his hair over his face, “no.”

jeff snickered, “awwww, you wanna be told she was wrong, eddie?”

“shut up, that’s not what’s happening.”

“kinda sounds like it is.” gareth muttered around a laugh.

“i thought you were on my side, garebear.” eddie peaked an eye out at him.

“i said that’s up for debate.” he shrugged.

“eddie wants to be flirted with.” grant laughed, “let’s go around and tell eddie just how lovely he looks today.”

eddie groaned very loudly.

“if i tell you you’re beautiful, will you shut up and let us practice?”

eddie rolled his eyes, “i guess.”

“okay then.” jeff nodded, turing his attention fully on eddie, “munson, you look very beautiful today.”

eddie groaned and sunk further onto the floor, pulling more hair over his face.

“i think you’re very nice on the eyes.” grant snickered, “a real good looking young man.”

“i want the ground to swallow me whole.” eddie muttered, laying flat on his back like a starfish, his hair a mess over his face and his cheeks visibly bright red through the gaps.

gareth laughed so brightly. everything eddie does makes him laugh, and apart from that, jeff and grant are making this very humorous for gareth.

“go on, g.” grant said with a smirk, “give eddie a compliment. we all know he likes everything you say best.”

gareth’s insides coiled. eddie didn’t even protest that, he just flipped grant the bird again.

what could gareth say without sounding like he was desperately in love with the man?

you’re the most handsome man i’ve ever seen?

the way your hair cascades around your face reminds me of that waterfall we found when we were kids, and that was the first day i ever thought about kissing you.

your so fucking hot i just want to rip your clothes off and lick every inch of your body?

you have the softest looking lips i’ve ever seen, they alone are so fucking beautiful.

okay so they were all useless.

“come on, dude.” jeff tapped his foot, “i want to practice.”

gareth wracked his brain again.

you’re smile is my favourite thing to look at, every time i see it, i feel every worry i have drift away. i wish i could make that smile last eternity.

you’re so devastatingly pretty, it makes me want to cry.

every time i look at you i thank every god known to man, because only the highest diety could have crafted something as perfect as you.

i could stare into your eyes forever, they’re my favourite place to be.

when you look at me with that soft smile of yours, i have to stop myself from kissing you because it’s the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.

“what?” eddie poked his head up, holding a clump of hair out of his eyes, his whole face red now, along with his neck.

“what?” gareth asked, panic rising. his heart jumped into his throat because… shit. he said that last one out loud, didn’t he?

the room was dead silent.

grant turning to snicker is what started to break the tension. they all turned to him and he burst out laughing.

“uhm…” gareth muttered, licking his dry lips, his brain working on overdrive in an attempt to fix this, but nothing was working, “i was joking.”

“oh.” eddie muttered, and swallowed, and sat up cross legged, staring at gareth.

“dude!” grant groaned, “we all know you’re not joking.”

“what?” both gareth and eddie turned to him with widened eyes.

“come on.” grant scoffed, looking at eddie now, “you seriously don’t notice the way he drools at you? you wonder why he didn’t notice that goth girl looking at him last night, well it was because he was looking at you!”

“thank you so much, grant.” gareth muttered sarcastically under his breath.

“you’re welcome.” he grinned, giggling to himself.

“gare…” eddie muttered.

gareth wanted to cry.

“jesus.” jeff sighed, taking his guitar off his shoulder, “we’re never gonna practice now.”

“i’m sorry.” gareth muttered, his cheeks hot. he felt his eyes starting to sting now.

“g… a word?” eddie mumbled, jumping to his feet.

shit.

“mhm.” he nodded, following eddie out of the garage and into the hallway, where the door was shut behind them, and they were left to their lonesome in the dark, quiet hallway

eddie was standing so close.

“you want to kiss me?” eddie asked with a confused lilt, “wait, no… you think i’m beau- the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

“i’m sorry!” gareth burst out, “i just, fuck!”

well, it’s now or never, he guessed.

“look, i’m sorry, okay? i know it’s weird, but i’ve liked you for years, dude. so fucking long, and it’s just been a childish crush for a while, it was deal-withable for the most part. but this last year or so… i can’t ignore it anymore!” gareth sighed, swinging his arms out dramatically like eddie often does, “you consume my every waking thought, eddie. i love you.”

he also did not mean to say that last bit.

damn it, what that fuck was in his soda?

“you love me?” eddie muttered, and he sounded almost sad as he said it.

“yeah.” gareth groaned, rubbing his eyes, “this is so embarrassing.”

“it’s not embarrassing.” eddie whispered, pulling his wrists away from his face. gareth looked up at eddie, his skin tingling where eddie’s thumbs were stroking the backs of his wrists as he smiled. that soft one, the one gareth blurted out about loving so much, “it’s not embarrassing, i promise.”

“it is.” gareth whined, tipping his head back and thumping it against the wall behind him.

“it’s not.” eddie laughed softly and stepped a little closer, “i didn’t know you felt that way, garebear.”

“well,” gareth sighed, “i do everything i can to hide my feelings… for obvious, embarrassing reasons.”

eddie probably thinks he’s so gross now. they sleep next to eachother in their underwear at least once a week! what if eddie thinks he’s some perv? shit.

“same.” eddie muttered, giggling to himself as his cheeks tinted pink again, “me too, gareth. it’s okay, i get it.”

huh?

“what do you mean… ‘same’?”

“i’ve done everything in my power, since that time we found that waterfall…” eddie grinned and shrugged, “to hide my feelings for you too.”

gareth’s heart stopped.

he genuinely thinks he might faint.

he must have been silently staring at eddie for an obscene amount of time because eddie’s brow creased (he looks so cute like that) and he grabbed gareth by the shoulders and gave him a little shake.

“earth to garebear?” eddie questioned, his tone nervous, “didn’t lose ya, did i?”

“i’m here…” gareth muttered, “just… processing. uhm… you like me?”

eddie smiled, looking so fucking pretty as he did, “i love you, actually.”

“oh.” was all he could get out, but his insides were screaming.

holy shit eddie loves him.

eddie chuckled softly and smiled, “do you think… do you think it’d be okay if i kissed you?”

“yes please.” he didn’t hesitate to answer then, reaching up to grab eddie by the collar of his shirt and pull him in.

eddie’s lips are just as soft as he thought they’d be. pillowy and perfect. he tastes sweet too, like lemonade and toothpaste and a little hint of cigarettes. eddie held gareth close, as they kissed in his hallway, his hands on his hips and pulling him in closer.

this was everything gareth has wanted for so long, he’s feeling a little giddy from it.

eddie pulled back to catch his breath, but he didn’t pull away far. their noses bumped together and they both laughed at themselves.

“i just kissed my best friend.” eddie muttered, “crazy.”

gareth smiled, “i’m so glad that goth chick was mean to you last night.”

eddie bust out laughing and shook his head at gareth, “you know what? believe it or not, i am too.”

“good.” gareth grinned and wrapped his arms over eddie’s shoulders, “i want to kiss you again.”

“me too.” eddie muttered, and leant back in.

they kissed a while longer, gareth’s fingers reaching up and sifting through eddie’s mane, his curls softer than they usually were. gareth was pressed up against the wall with eddie crouding him in, and they were getting a little desperate with it, pressing further and further into eachother.

kissing eddie was intoxicating. the best fucking thing gareth’s ever done, he thinks. he doesn’t want to ever stop.

but of course he had too, when jeff and grant pried open the door and stepped in with a camera. the bright flash made both eddie and gareth squint and look away, clinging onto eachother with the shock.

“ha ha!” grant giggled, grabbing the polaroid as it printed out, “caught in the act.”

“i wanna shake it.” jeff said, snatching the picture from grant.

gareth and eddie relaxed, awkwardly stepping away from one another with pink cheeks and unwipeable grins.

“ew…” grant muttered, leaning over jeff’s shoulder to look at what was showing up of the picture, “don’t you guys remember that bible retreat we went on in middle school? there’s no room for jesus in there!”

“oh my fucking god.” gareth groaned, walking over and snatching the picture from them. it was only half developed, but it made gareth blush more.

eddie was pressing him up against the wall, one hand on his hip and the other on the wall by gareth’s head. and gareth hadn’t even realised he lifted a leg to hook around one of eddie’s to pull him in closer.

embarrassing.

eddie tried to get a peak, but gareth snatched it away and shoved it deep in his pocket, “i’m burning this.” he’s not, it’s going under his pillow.

“aww, boo!” jeff sneered.

“you suck, gareth.” grant gave him the thumbs down.

eddie leant in very close and muttered, “please can i see?”

“later.” gareth whispered, very very embarrassed.

“okay, now that that’s out of the way-“ jeff started.

“what do you mean, ‘now that that’s out of the way’?” grant asked, very dramatically, “i’d say this is the best day of our lives, jeff.”

“and why’s that?” jeff asked with a heavy, unimpressed sigh.

“because now eddie…” he pointed at eddie, “is now with gareth, and so we don’t have to listen to him wingeing about how mean people reject him anymore.”

“oh, you’re right. horah.” jeff said, barely any excitement in his tone, “can we practice now?”

“yeah.” grant mumbled, already walking back into the garage, “come on.”

jeff followed him out.

gareth looked over to eddie nervously beside him. eddie grinned and wrapped his arm around gareth’s waist to pull him along as he walked.

“you heard em, we’ve got practice.”

gareth grinned and rolled his eyes, “you expect me to be able to concentrate now?”

eddie grinned, a mischievous one that had butterflies erupting in gareth’s stomach, “i’ll make it worth your while…”

gareth grinned and shoved eddie’s face away, “ah huh, says the guy who just had his second make out session ever.”

eddie punched his arm, “not like you’re much better.”

gareth smiled and giggled softly. he stopped at the door way, the door barely open. he turned to eddie with an inquisitive, nervous smile.

“so… does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?”

eddie stuck his hands in his front pockets and bounced on his toes, something he often does when nervous. gareth’s always found it adorable.

“well… do you want me to be your boyfriend?”

gareth furrowed his brow, “obviously.”

eddie chuckled and nodded his head, “then, yeah… yeah, i’m your boyfriend.”

“cool…” gareth tried to play it cool, but he couldn’t contain his giddiness, “boyfriend.”

eddie downright giggled like a lovesick schoolboy.

he leant down and pressed a quick kiss to gareths lips before pushing him back through the door.

“finally!” jeff exclaimed with a huff.

“okay, let’s make this quick, boys.” eddie said, walking over to his guitar with a grin, “i’ve got a boyfriend to make out with and i’ll wait no longer than an hour-“

“no.” grant whined, turning to gareth with a mean glare, “no! now he’s going to be insufferably gross and romantic. what have you done?”

gareth grinned and looked over to eddie, “i got myself the prettiest boyfriend anyone could ever have.”

**

i wrote this between 4.30-6.30 am when i should have been sleeping but couldn’t because am sick and can’t sleep. i had gareth & eddie brainrott and can’t find much about them on tumblr because everyone here sucks and doesn’t adore these two like i do.

anyway, please interact with this if you’re a geddie shipper (idk if that’s what they’re called - there’s not enough people on this train for me to know the common ship name, i just made this up one day) so i know where the cool people are at and so i can stalk your pages for more gareth and eddie content. thanks <3

i hope this is okay, lol, as i said. i was sleep deprived and sick and brainrotting.

don’t forget to reblog! and commentary is always appreciated and i love to respond to it <3