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fandom-thingies · 3 years

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Worth a Try

Eret sits alone on the day L’manburg is reclaimed.

Not that they didn’t help with taking it back- of course they did, right? They have a lot to atone for, and they’d been waiting, waiting, waiting for an opportunity to take back a few of their sins.

So they did help take it back, stood atop a tower firing down at Dream and his allies, watched Schlatt’s infamously poor health come back to bite him in the most final way…

But they don’t stick around long, after that. They don’t stay for the presidential game of hot potato, the founders of the nation passing its ownership back and forth.

They would have, normally, but.

Eret has worked with Dream, in the past. Everyone loves to remind them of it, and they often do so themselves, but something oft forgotten is that Eret knows Dream, knows the obsession he has with ending L’manburg, knows the methods he’s most fond of, that game of pawns and traitors he excels at so notoriously.

And Eret knows Dream gave Wilbur 11 stacks of TNT.

Now, supposedly it’s all gone. Various people have looked around and none have been able to find a trace of it, but Eret knows Wilbur, knows the message he wants to send, and before the battle, they checked somewhere no one else did.

Not many people know the podium is hollow, so not many people noticed when it stopped echoing if you hit it and started making a dull thud sound instead.

Eret notices a lot of things.

While Wilbur is taking his place on stage, Eret goes around the hill, digging toward the podium they’ve guessed to be filled full with TNT.

It takes them a while, but when they find it…

There’s so much.

The smell of sulfur is overwhelming, and they take a moment to pull their shirt over their nose before they begin to dig it out.

They don’t get it all, they don’t have time, but they find the blackstone room and the redstone that runs from it and they make dead sure all the explosives near it are broken.

Then, they dig into the room, because why not? Sue them, they’re curious.

What they find is… exactly what they expected and nothing they could have imagined, at the same time.

It’s unassuming, at a glance. Dingy, poorly lit, small.

It’s also a terrifying representation of Wilbur’s mental state, with the anthem scribbled on the wall in the messiest handwriting they’ve ever seen from the former president, who’s usually so neat and tidy.

There’s no button, which is odd. Perhaps he means to place it himself?

(Eret has no illusions he’s changed his mind. As they said, they’ve worked with Dream before. If he hasn’t extracted some promise from Wilbur to blow it all sky high no matter what, they’ll steal their crown from George and eat it.)

They stand for a moment, just taking in the place, before they hear blocks breaking from the passageway out and realize just how close they’ve cut it.

Hurriedly, they block up the hole they’d used to enter, hoping Wilbur won’t realize they’ve destroyed the TNT.

(Hoping he’s too distracted by his own thoughts to hear them close it)

Only moments after the hole is shut, he comes into view, breaking the dirt blocks that hide this chamber from sight.

The day outside is far brighter than the hidden room, and the contrast makes it so all Eret can see of Wilbur is a dark silhouette haloed by the clear blue sky.

He doesn’t seem to see them at first, coming almost halfway down the passage before he stops, noticing their presence.

“Eret.” His voice is as calm as it always is, when he says it, but they can tell he’s surprised.

“Wilbur.” They greet in response.

“I didn’t expect to find you here. Come to blow it up yourself?” Eret sighs. The hostility in his voice is... not undeserved.

“Not quite.”

“Still trying for your redemption arc, then?” There’s venom in his tone.

“...as much as I can, yes.”

Wilbur deflates, and it seems like the anger in him has fled as quickly as it entered.

“Why are you doing this, Eret?”

The answer to that is… complicated. There are a lot of reasons. They don’t want L’manburg blown up, for one. It’s suffered rather enough, especially with some of Schlatt’s alterations. They also don’t see a better way to try and make up for what they’ve done than stopping someone else from doing the same, but neither of those are really why. The real reason, the truth of why they’ve spent days knocking on hollow objects and digging random holes in the ground until they finally found the bombs?

“I know better than anyone how much doing this will destroy you.” They say.

And that’s the truth of it, isn’t it? The unvarnished fact of the matter is there’s no moral motivation here, as much as they’d like to pretend. They just don’t want anyone else to feel the guilt they’ve felt, and maybe there’s a selfishness in that, but maybe it’s important, to acknowledge your mistakes and do what you can to stop others from making them.

Wilbur laughs, and there’s no humor in it.

“Of course that would be your reasoning,” and the anger in his voice is back, and Eret is preparing to respond, and Wilbur gives them no chance to before he continues.

“Maybe I’m already destroyed, huh? Maybe I’ve already seen too much of what the world can offer to recover from it!” He swings a hand out wide, indicating the writing on the wall in an aggressive motion that makes Eret shrink back.

“I wrote a whole fucking song for this place, Eret! You were there, you know I did, you were in both versions of the damn thing, and what the fuck is left?” Wilbur inhales, before continuing in a softer tone, “What the fuck is left of it, Eret? I built L’manburg to be special, to be free from tyranny, and look what’s it’s become.”

“Schlatt’s dead, though. He can’t stop you from building it back up.” They counter, but Wilbur doesn’t falter.

“Yeah, and? We violently deposed him, Eret. He had a heart attack sure, but this was a coup through and through. We killed the rightful president of L’manburg. We’ve made ourselves just as bad as him!”

...no?

No, they’re pretty sure that’s not how that works.

“Isn’t it the right of the people to rebel against rulers who treat them poorly? Schlatt had terrible policies, exiled his political opponents, taxed his citizens into starvation, and destroyed historic monuments,” they adjust their glasses slightly. “Didn’t he kind of have it coming?”

Wilbur stops. Blinks.

Eret suspects he’s never thought of it that way, before.

“But we still killed him. That’s still wrong.” He says, but he sounds... uncertain, now. Off balance.

“Well, we would have. He died before we could.”

“That doesn’t change the intent.”

“Fair enough.”

Eret pauses to collect their thoughts in an orderly manner.

“I still don’t really think it would have been wrong, though. Not any more than it would have been wrong if you’d killed me.”

Wilbur snorts, and says, “Just because you’re drowning in self loathing doesn’t mean you get to snap me out of my self destructive spiral. I’ve been doing just fine with it on my own, thanks.”

Sure he has.

They know terrible coping mechanisms when they see them, is all Eret is saying here.

He must see something of their thoughts in their face, because he continues almost immediately.

“You haven’t got any right to talk, anyway, mr. ‘it was never meant to be’.”

Ah. Hm. He’s got a point there.

Though, their own experience with this is what prompted them to confront him in the first place, so.

“I was wrong, when I said that. I was wrong, and you proved me wrong.”

They mean it, too. They’d been blind when they’d said those words, trying to justify what they were doing to themself by saying the revolution would never have succeeded anyway, and they’d been so fucking stupid.

Wilbur just laughs, though. He laughs for a while.

“You really don’t get it, do you, Eret? You were right, then! You were fucking right! None of this was ever going to work, not with Dream against us! He was always going to find a way to throw a wrench in the gears, and maybe Schlatt got to it first, but there’s no happy ending for this place!” He steps forward, and they realize how close he is to them. “There’s no way out, here! I’m going to press the button, Technoblade is going to summon withers because he’s the goddamn traitor, and Dream’s just going to sit back and watch and be just as untouchable as he always is.”

Wilbur takes another step closer to them, laying a hand on their shoulder, and though he’s only barely taller than them, those two inches feel like two miles, with the way he looms.

“I’ve been to this room, over and over again! Seven or eight times, I’ve been here, staring at this fucking wall and the fucking button, and I-!” He runs his free hand roughly over his face, and Eret sees something suspiciously like tears in his eyes.

“I can’t do this, Eret. I’ve given so much for this country, everyone has, and there’s just nothing left. I’m so tired, Eret. I’ve lost so much of myself to this.”

Eret raises their hand slowly, telegraphing the motions so Wilbur can pull back if he wants, and puts it over the one he’s placed on their shoulder.

They take a step and they’re basically touching him, and carefully, carefully, they reach their other arm around him until they’re embracing.

It’s not quite a hug, really. The position is a bit too awkward, especially with both of them barely fitting in the tiny room, but it’s close.

Wilbur stays tense, but he doesn’t push them away, doesn’t tell them to let go.

They hope it helps him, hope they’re right and he needs as much as it seems, and the evidence doesn’t seem to contradict that hypothesis.

It’s good, that this has worked. Good that they were able to convince him, to make him realize this isn’t the answer.

Click.

A moment of silence.

Wilbur laughs, a real laugh, not a pale imitation fed by anger and self loathing, and keeps laughing for nearly a full minute before he regains his composure.

“Oh, Eret, you bastard.” He says, and they can hear the smile in his voice. “You broke the redstone, you glorious motherfucker.”

It’s then that Eret realizes what just happened.

Wilbur had used the hug as a cover to place a button on the wall and press it, not realizing all the TNT near the room was safely in their inventory.

That fucking prick.

Eret laughs then, too, fueled half by the sheer fear of realizing Wilbur actually did it, actually pressed the button, and it was only their having broken it that stopped L’manburg being blown up again, but the laugh is also coming from the desperate, desperate relief they feel because even if they didn’t succeed in convincing him, even if they didn’t change his mind, they still stopped him from making their mistake.

“Why even try to talk me out of it, if you already made it so I couldn’t?” He asks, bemused.

“I can’t exactly stop you from getting more TNT and trying again, can I?”

Wilbur tenses against them, before they continue.

“Please don’t, Wilbur. I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish with it, but… give yourself a chance to heal, please. Schlatt is dead, and even if you’re right, and Technoblade is the traitor, no one is going to let him destroy this. Even if he breaks every block of this nation, we’ll put it back, because this place has never been the builds, or the podium, or the walls,”

“L’manburg is the people, and we’re not going anywhere,”

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quokkacore · 4 years

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mojave, mo’problems (m)

summary: throughout your life, you’d been told that a life of crime was the loneliest of all. now, however, your boyfriends, johnny and jaehyun, a pair of bank robbers, and you, their getaway driver, beg to differ.

pairing: seo johnny x jeong jaehyun x fem reader

genre: SMUT, fluff, minor angst, found family, criminals!au

warnings: poly relationship, language, guns, mentions of cops (acab!!!), armed robbery, mentioned physical, mental and emotional abuse, reader, johnny and jaehyun are from broken homes, mentioned alcohol abuse, overuse of pet names :’), unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap ur willy!!), JAEHYUN HAS NIPPLE PIERCINGS, minor daddy kink? its used like,, once, dirty talk, threesome, boyxboy, soft dom johnny switch jaehyun, sub reader, hair pulling, slight overstimulation, orgasm denial, spitroasting, praise kink, size kink, mentions of double penetration, blowjobs, cunnilingus, general filth

song recs: stevie nicks & don henley - leather & lace ♡ nct 127 - fly away with me ♡ lana del rey - national anthem ♡ triple h - retro future

word count: 9.4k

a/n: this was originally uploaded to my old writing blog on july 22nd, 2020. there were a few things in the original a/n that i wanted to keep. one, due to how multicultural los angeles is, i imagine the reader being latina or bipoc, but i make no mention of skin color!! two, i blame the w korea johnjae photoshoot for this. the room they were shooting in and the hawaiian shirts totally gave me desert motel vibes. and finally, pls stay safe, wash ur hands, and pls keep urself informed on current issues with resources like this carrd. <3

Burbank, Los Angeles, California, 12:22 PM

“You both remember the plan, right?"

"Yeah, John.”

“Oh my god, Johnny, we went over the plan seven times last night and twice on the way here. We know what to do.”

Johnny huffed, staring pointedly at you before rolling his eyes.

“…Fine. We’ll take less than fifteen minutes, okay? You know what to do, smart girl."

You looked at Johnny, who was sitting shotgun next to you, as his hand came up to touch the back of your head, gaze warm.

"Be careful,” You said, eyes moving to the rearview mirror, where you met Jaehyun’s eyes, “Both of you.”

Jaehyun nodded, his hand coming up to cover Johnny’s. “We will be. You be careful too, baby.”

You mirrored his action, nodding, and watched as they got out of the car to walk one block down to the bank. You watched them until they disappeared from sight, drumming your fingers on the steering wheel to calm your nerves. You were grateful Johnny had chosen this quiet, relatively empty street to wait on, avoiding calling attention to yourself.

Even after two years of doing this, it still made you nervous to wait for their signal to drive up to the front with your face mask on. One of the two burner phones you’d acquired a week prior was burning a hole in your pocket, the other tucked safely into Jaehyun’s.

You let out a deep breath, letting your eyes close for a moment, briefly thinking back to the first time you’d met them. You were nineteen, Jaehyun was twenty-one, and Johnny twenty-three.

Downtown, Los Angeles, California 3:48 AM

Two years ago, you had been working a shitty job at an old 50s style diner in the more dangerous side of LA to scrounge up enough money to run away from a less-than-ideal home life. The only noise of the diner, coming from the old jukebox in the corner crooning out some old Stevie Nicks song, was broken up by two tall, handsome men entering and sitting at a booth from across each other. You were immediately wary of them. They were obviously trying not to draw attention to themselves, but it was a bit difficult with their statures and hunched backs, leaning close to each other and whispering in rushed tones.

Still, after gathering your pen and notepad, and grabbing a pair of menus, you approached the table, doing your best to put on a customer service smile despite your feet aching and head pounding from your exhaustion.

“Welcome to Ernie’s. Can I get you boys anything?” You asked quietly, setting down the menus on the table. The two men exchanged glances, before the taller one spoke.

“For now, two black coffees would be great—”

“Actually, can I get a burger with some fries?”

Your eyes darted to the shorter one, who was sporting a small, friendly smile as he fiddled with the menu.

You nodded, pulling out the notepad to write down the order. “Do you still want both coffees, or…?”

“Uhh, sure. Why not, we could use the caffeine.” He chuckled softly, and your smile got bigger at the pleasant noise. Even through the early morning hour daze, you could pick up on his charm from miles away.

“Sure thing, I can bring you guys the coffee right now, but your burger and fries might take a little bit. Anything else I can get you?”

The taller man on your left gazed up at you with wide brown eyes rimmed with dark circles underneath, totally devoid of any emotion. “We’re good, thanks.”

As you approached the kitchen window to hand the cook the order, you were able to pick up on a few not so subtle murmurs.

“Why are you in such a good mood, Jaehyun? It’s three in the morning, Yuta bailed on us and the shipment is coming in four days and we don’t even have half of a plan.”

Pouring the coffee as quietly as you could, you strained your ears to listen. Maybe if you hadn’t been so exhausted, you wouldn’t have eavesdropped, but you’d been working since 10 PM. Your head hurt, your feet ached, and you were in the mood for some entertainment, and now your curiosity had been piqued.

“Babe, calm down. I told you I have another guy who could work as our getaway driver—”

“I wouldn’t get into another car with Yangyang behind the wheel if I were covered in full fucking body armor. And I’m sure as hell not letting him be our getaway driver!” As you set the old white mugs on your serving tray, your breath hitched at his agitated whisper.

Getaway driver?

“We’re robbing a bank for Christ’s sake, Jae, not playing bumper cars.”

As you turned to face the two from behind the counter, they immediately tensed. You pretended not to have heard anything, flashing them an innocent smile as you cautiously set the mugs down on the table.

“You’re lucky I made a new pot a half hour ago! Not too hot, but not super cold either.”

The man on the right, who you now knew was named Jaehyun, had tried his best to put on his first smile, but it wasn’t working too well. It looked slightly too forced, too tight-lipped to be believable. “Thank you…” He said through somewhat gritted teeth, briefly glancing at your nametag, “…Y/N.”

“You’re very welcome,” You replied, tempted to know what would happen if you added on his name since you’d only heard it while eavesdropping, but quickly decided against it.

“If you need anything else, don’t be afraid to let me know.”

You quickly headed back to the counter, pretending to mind your business as you wiped down the counter. They murmured to each other about needing a fast driver, and the taller, stricter man, who you soon learned was named Johnny, was grumbling about needing someone able to drive as fast as this Yuta guy or even faster.

You remained silent, but all too pensive over the tempting ideas popping into your head upon hearing about their predicament.

All too soon, Jaehyun’s food was ready, and you brought it over, an innocent smile plastered once more over your face as you set it down, but said nothing when you straightened yourself. Unmoving, you met Jaehyun’s eyes. His dark eyes looked slightly alarmed, gaze darting between yours and Johnny’s.

“You know,” You hummed, after taking a deep breath, “For two people planning a crime, you’re both incredibly stupid. You do realize I heard basically everything, right?”

The two men stiffened again, momentarily panicking as they locked eyes, but that quickly melted into confusion when you giggled at their reactions.

“That being said, you’re also both incredibly lucky that Doug, the cook, is a ‘Nam veteran who can’t hear out of his left ear, and that I am a very fast driver who is in desperate need of some good cash.”

Johnny’s eyes were unreadable. “You. A waitress. A fast driver.” His teeth were gritted, and his tone agitated.

“I hate to toot my own horn,” You sighed sarcastically, unsure where your sudden confidence was coming from, “But I know what I’m talking about. I grew up around cars. Both of my parents are mechanics. I practically grew up in their garage. I have some older cousins who drag race on the weekends and taught me how to. I drove my first car when I was like, twelve.”

“What if we say no?” Jaehyun asked, eyes now void of any friendliness, “What then?”

You held up your phone, which had been hiding in your apron pocket, 911 already dialed. You saw Johnny swallow when he saw the numbers, Adam’s apple bobbing as he did so. You felt a surge of power rush to your head, having caught the scarier of the two men now looking like a deer in headlights.

“All I need to do is call. I’m sure the cops would be thrilled to take a look at all the weapons you say you have in your trunk. I want in. You either do this with me or not at all, assholes.”

The two stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. They seemed to be having an entire conversation with just their eyes. You tried your best to hide the shaking in your knees and the tremble in your fingers, to ignore the fact that this could easily backfire. If they were considering robbing a bank, they were automatically dangerous. One of them could easily have a gun with them here, and they could very easily pull it out and use it to hurt you or Doug.

Finally, Johnny sighed. He didn’t look very happy, but there was a glint in Jaehyun’s eyes that gave you catharsis.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Johnny said in a cold voice, “Let’s talk business.”

Everything had spiraled from there. You took them for a drive around the city to show them just how fast you could be, they opened themselves up to you being their third musketeer. The first time you robbed a bank, they were there to comfort you after you panicked at the idea of living on the run.

Eventually, you found out about their relationship as lovers, and they found out why you were so willing to drop everything and run away with two strangers, among other things. The story of how you drove your first car at twelve because your alcoholic parents were too wasted to drive to the grocery store, how you were cautious to hide the scars of cigarette burns along your inner forearm. After that, they opened up to you as well.

Why Jaehyun ran away from a promising life studying pre-med at an Ivy League University where expectations were eternally piled onto his shoulders, like Atlas holding up the sky. Why Johnny left suburban Chicago behind for LA at sixteen, tired of the monotony of a normal life where everything in his life had to look perfect, everywhere except behind the curtains of his house because his parents couldn’t stand him being attracted to both women and men, since it wasn’t befitting of the perfect family they so desired to be.

Somewhere along the lines, your strange business relationship of robbing banks and splitting the money equally three ways blossomed into something just as strange, but even better, something you’d never expected. You found yourself falling in love with the both of them, growing into the loving family you’d always wanted but of which you’d always been deprived. They both became fiercely protective of you, and after months of them calling you love, baby, sweetheart, princess, they finally asked you to become a permanent part of their relationship, and you accepted.

You expected so many things to happen in your life, but never to fall in love like this. And it was better than anything you could have asked for. They kept you safe and reminded you that you were worthy of love, something you hadn’t felt growing up.

The sudden vibrating of the burner in your pocket snapped you out of your reverie, and you quickly pulled on the black ski mask over your face before you started the car, not hesitating to speed towards the bank. You could hear police cars in the distance, and you took a deep breath as you rolled up to the front door, where the boys were currently exiting, bags full and guns out.

Your chest swelled with a strange sense of pride as they bolted into the car, shouting at you to drive.

Outrunning the police was a challenge, as always, but you were always faster, despite the fact that the boys had to keep telling you to wiggle your fingers since they were so stiff on the wheel and the last thing you needed was for your hands to cramp up now. Sure, you damaged the car a bit, but you could care less. This wasn’t actually your car. This was the car you’d hotwired almost a week ago, the real getaway car was hiding in a rather empty parking building, which you managed to enter and exit without much difficulty, now riding in a blue station wagon rather than the red Pontiac you’d driven to the bank. You all pulled off your masks, Jaehyun laying down to hide himself from the view of the window behind you.

Soon enough, you were out of Los Angeles, driving east towards the state line, and Jaehyun settled into the back seat. You drove for hours, the mood in the car finally having settled into an excited one a few minutes after leaving LA.

“How much did you guys manage to pull out of them?” You asked with a grin, and Johnny and Jaehyun shared a look, something that they always did.

“Baby girl, we managed to get 900,000 dollars from ‘em, we got ‘em good.” God, if you weren’t driving, you would have kissed Johnny then and there. Instead, you shrieked, “Nine hundred thousand!? That’s the biggest amount we’ve pulled yet!”

Jaehyun leaned forward, resting his chin on the front seat as Johnny looked back at him, pressing a soft kiss to the younger’s lips. “We’re celebrating big time, tonight,” Johnny declared once he pulled away from Jaehyun’s lips, much to Jaehyun’s dismay.

“How much longer till we get there?” Jaehyun asked, deep voice rumbling with satisfaction, mostly undeterred from Johnny’s teasing.

You glanced at the clock built into the dashboard, green lights blinking 4:18 PM. “I could get us there in two hours, but I don’t wanna draw attention by speeding. I’d much rather get to the motel at around eight.”

“Take your time, baby girl,” Jaehyun told you, leaning over even further to press a warm kiss to your temple, and your fingers stiffened on the wheel once more, “Whatever you feel works best.”

“Not too long, though,” Johnny added, “I don’t wanna piss myself before we get there.”

Both you and Jaehyun processed what he said, and immediately burst out laughing afterwards.

Yeah, these were the idiots you fell in love with.

The desert seemed endless, nothing in sight for miles but arid dirt and plants along the road. Somewhere along the road, as the sun began to set in the distance, Jaehyun pulled out his real phone from one of his suitcases in the back of the car, playing soft rock for the three of you to listen to as day turned to night, and the lampposts on the side of the road turned on.

There were far and few towns in between the vast expanse of desert, and because of that the stars shone bright in the limitless sky. When you saw the first flash of the moon up above, a song Jaehyun had put on had just ended, and a familiar Stevie Nicks song started playing afterwards. You smiled to yourself, humming along to the soft, tinkling melody.

Lovers forever, face to face

My city, your mountains

Stay with me, stay

I need you to love me

I need you today

Give to me, your leather

Take from me, my lace…

Eventually, after an eternity, you passed the sign you’d been so looking forward to seeing.

Welcome to Verona, Nevada

Population: 1,239

The motel wasn’t that hard to find, as it was just off of the highway. Johnny signed in in under 10 minutes, and you settled into the room on the second floor as quickly as you were allowed. The room smelled like mothballs and the carpet looked like it had once been a deep forest green, but was now a dark brown.

Yes, it was disgusting, but this was necessary to lay low for a while. Posing as three friends on a road trip crashing in a dingy motel for the night was generally the ploy. Next morning you would be out on the road again, driving further away from LA, then after a few days, you would finally return back to your shared apartment.

The three of you carried in the suitcases where the bags had been hidden in, and while you were stretching your legs and Jaehyun was showering, Johnny ordered three large pizzas using the phone on the nightstand.

You lay down on the large, lumpy mattress a few minutes later, grabbing the remote and turning on the small, ancient TV across the room. The bed was lower than what the average bed was for some reason, and you suspected that the frame had broken at some point, and that the motel either didn’t know or didn’t care.

Regardless of how the mattress felt, your eyes started to droop despite flicking through the channels. You could feel your mind start to relax as you let go of your driver mindset, releasing pent up tension and alertness. Johnny turned to face the TV, sparing you a glance with his eyebrows raised.

“The news?”

“You know it, big boy."

He stalked over to where you were and plopped himself down to sit next to you, not hesitating to pull you into his lap. You smiled as he wrapped his hands around your waist, large hands spanning across your skin easily. The TV, now stuck on a channel showing some melodramatic Mexican telenovela, seemed to fade into the background.

"You did so well, today, baby,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “We all did really good.”

You smiled softly at his gentleness, hands meeting his on your waist, before turning your head enough to meet his gaze, nose brushing against his. His big, brown eyes were hooded, whether from tiredness or admiration of your features, you weren’t sure, but you gave it no further thought once he pressed his lips to yours.

His lips were slightly chapped, and you made a mental note to nag him later to drink more water. One of his hands came to brush some hair out of your face, and you became hyper-aware of each of his movements.

“Hmm, Johnny…"

"Shh, baby girl, let me kiss you a little bit more.”

When his lips came back to yours, his movements became more aggressive, pushing his tongue into your mouth as his grip on your waist tightened. Your breath hitched as you sucked on his tongue, whining softly against his mouth.

“Fuck,” you heard Jaehyun groan from the other side of the room, and Johnny pulled away before you could protest. Your eyes cracked open, hooded eyes finding Jaehyun bathed in warm light from the bathroom. His hair was still kind of damp and he hadn’t bothered buttoning his shirt up.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Johnny greeted, and you bit your lip at the teasing lilt in his tone, “Care to join us?"

"I was gonna wait until after dinner,” Jaehyun said, setting his towel on one of the chairs in the room, “But if you insist…”

“Jae,” You called, voice soft, “Come here, pretty boy.”

Jaehyun smiled as he approached you, standing right in front of you and Johnny, who had now started pressing kisses against your neck. “You want a kiss, princess?”

You nodded as best you could with Johnny sucking on your neck, pouting up at Jaehyun, who in return leaned down and grasped your face before pulling you into a kiss. He tasted like the watermelon bubblegum he always carried around in his pocket. One of your hands came up to comb through his wet, brown hair, nails scratching against his scalp, and he groaned quietly against your lips.

“You’re both so hot,” Johnny murmured against your ear, and you whined at his deep voice, both you and Jaehyun pulling away to look at him, the two of you evidently affected by what he was saying.

To say Johnny was the leader of your relationship was a bit of an understatement. Johnny was the mastermind behind most of your heists, and commanded a presence over both you and Jaehyun, wherever you were. Where Johnny went, you and Jaehyun followed with few objections, trailing behind him like ducklings. Johnny, in return, accepted his more dominant role easily, and did his best to take care of you both.

Sometimes, you wondered if your upbringings influenced the dynamics of your relationship. Maybe Johnny was eager to dominate the both of you because he was raised under strict, controlling parents dictating his every move and treating him as their little puppet. Jaehyun submitting to Johnny, but not to you, out of the need to please as a kid who had been emotionally neglected but forced to live up to his family’s expectations. And you, submitting to both of them because you were forced to take care of yourself and your parents from a young age when it should have been the other way around.

The moment was broken by a knock at the door, the three of you immediately tensing up. “It’s just the pizza guy,” Jaehyun whispered in reassurance, taking a deep breath, but it didn’t do much to calm your nerves.

“Jae,” Johnny said, nodding toward him, looking alert, “Look through the peephole first. Wait for me.”

Jaehyun nodded, standing slowly. You were taking deep breaths in an attempt to keep yourself calm, but the possibilities of it being anyone but the pizza guy were causing your heart to beat into overdrive. LA police. Nevada police. State troopers. The FBI. Those weird Hungarian guys Jaehyun pissed off a few months ago. Suddenly it was all of them, waiting to burst into the room and take your family away from you.

Johnny set you down on the bed, flashing you a soft look before pulling the back of his button up to reveal a gun hiding in the waistband of his pants, putting a hand on the grip, just in case. You stood, watching as Jaehyun slowly approached the door to look through the peephole, his eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed, heart pounding in your chest. He shut one eye, looking through the small hole in the door, before allowing his shoulders to slump a moment later, and giving you both a thumbs up.

Coast clear.

You sighed in relief, sitting back down on the bed as Jaehyun stepped away from the door. Johnny handed Jaehyun his gun, pulling out his wallet from the pocket of his pants, and swung open the door, beginning a casual discussion with the delivery man as he pulled some money out of his wallet, before grabbing the pizzas and telling the guy to keep the change.

He closed the door, waiting a few seconds before sighing in relief as well and slumping against it.

“Jesus fuck, that’s one way to kill a boner,” He muttered, looking up as Jaehyun set down the gun on the nightstand.

“Y/N, you should have seen your face,” The younger man said while he stifled a laugh, coming closer to wrap his arms around you, and you huffed.

“Fuck off,” You told him, rejecting his embrace, and pouted, “I was genuinely about to piss myself.”

Jaehyun laughed again, and you retaliated by punching him in the arm, but not too hard, but he still grabbed your hand and pulled you towards Johnny, who had since set the pizzas down on the desk and locked the door again. He opened a box and grabbed a slice, and your spat with Jaehyun was forgotten, especially after having been on the road for over eight hours without stopping to eat.

Jaehyun grabbed another slice, eagerly taking a large bite before his eyes turned to the TV, which was still playing the Mexican telenovela. He raised an eyebrow after a few moments.

“Why are we watching Pasión de Gavilanes?” He asked, reading the name of the show as it cut to a commercial break.

“I was looking for the news,” You replied, giving Johnny a sideways glance, “But someone had other ideas.”

Johnny shrugged, already on his second slice of pizza. “You didn’t seem to mind,” He said after swallowing his food, eyes alight with mischief. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t deny him, and watched as he walked back to the bed, where the remote lay abandoned. He began switching through the channels until he finally stumbled upon the nine o’clock news report on a random channel, and the three of you quietly made your way towards the bed, all three of you waiting for the exact same thing.

And when it came, it was amazing. You were the main story, the breaking news of the armed robbery that had occurred in one of the safest parts of the city.

The three of you huddled together, occasionally getting up to pick up more slices of pizza, all relishing in having your egos stroked as the reporters all went over the details of the heist, how, when the police searched the getaway car (which had been mysteriously abandoned), no trace of any of the thieves were found, that any and all fingerprints didn’t match with any already registered in the LAPD’s database.

“The FBI has already involved itself in the investigation, believing this is the work of the same perpetrators as the Municipal Bank of Santa Monica six months ago, where two assailants…” The female reporter faded into the background, and you nodded to yourself, finishing your pizza happily. You peeked over at Jaehyun, who had a smug look on his face, satisfaction evident. You looked back to the TV as the scene changed, ignoring Johnny as he shifted next to you.

“We have no way to identify the perpetrators,” A representative for the FBI explained, “All we know is that the suspects are two males, both taller than six feet, and a female of unknown stature. All are believed to be between early and mid 20s.”

You zoned out for the rest of the report, content at both the fullness in your stomach and the lack of evidence the police had against you, before feeling Johnny shift next to you again. You furrowed your eyebrows, turning your head to look at him, only to raise your eyebrows as you realized what was going on.

Your eyes looked down to Johnny’s hand, which had drifted to between Jaehyun’s legs. Jaehyun was slumped against Johnny’s side, panting quietly as Johnny’s hand groped him roughly. Johnny’s gaze met yours, dark eyes twinkling.

“And to think he told us off for not being able to wait,” He murmured, and Jaehyun hummed at the deep roll of his voice. “Come on, princess. Help me make him feel good.”

You nodded, knowing better than to disobey Johnny when he got like this. You lowered yourself to your knees, crawling towards Jaehyun. Johnny moved again, this time sitting behind Jaehyun so he could begin to unbutton Jaehyun’s shirt. You placed yourself in between Jaehyun’s legs, hands coming up to touch the tent in his white shorts.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” You sighed, reaching to unzip his pants. Jaehyun looked down at you, face flushed, but eyes still burning with lust. “That desperate, baby?”

“For you two, always,” You answered quietly, pulling his pants down as he wiggled his hips. Johnny slid the button up down the younger man’s arms, leaving Jaehyun in black boxers. You glanced at Johnny, who was kissing the back of Jaehyun’s neck, big hands sliding up and down Jaehyun’s toned torso, purposely avoiding the metal studs embedded in Jaehyun’s nipples, something you knew Jaehyun loved for Johnny to play with. You bit your lip, not missing the fact that Johnny was rocking his hips steadily against Jaehyun’s.

You eyed the bulge in Jaehyun’s boxers hungrily, feeling your core heat up at the thought of what was to come, before pulling down the garment and freeing Jaehyun’s dick. He hummed at the feeling, and you didn’t hesitate to wrap a hand around it.

Jaehyun’s head fell back, breath hitching as you pressed a kiss to his tip, and Johnny chose that moment to tug on the piercings. “Fuck, John,” He muttered, eyes squeezing shut.

“Don’t be mean, pretty boy,” Johnny cooed, fingers flicking the nubs incessantly, “Y/N’s helping you out too, don’t ignore her.”

“Y-Y/N—Shit, baby, nngh…”

You smiled at his whine, before taking his tip into your mouth, Jaehyun’s hips instinctually moving to thrust into your mouth. Your hand moved to stroke what you couldn’t fit into your mouth, listening to Johnny whisper filth into Jaehyun’s ear, not letting up his fingers, despite Jaehyun’s squirming.

His pretty face was flushed, letting out soft moans as Johnny tugged on the metal and pressed open mouthed kisses against his neck. You closed your eyes, focusing on hollowing your cheeks and making him feel good. He hissed when he hit the back of your throat, and your eyes opened as you forced yourself not to gag. Drool was pooling in your mouth, threatening to spill down your chin.

“She’s so pretty like this, John…” Jaehyun’s voice sounded breathless as his hands wound into your hair, keeping it out of your face. Your eyes screwed shut, whining quietly at his praise.

"She’s fucking gorgeous when she’s sucking cock,” Johnny growled against Jaehyun’s neck, voice guttural and dangerous, “And she loves it. Isn’t that right, princess?”

Jaehyun’s hand tightened against your scalp, trying to pull you off of his cock. “Give him an answer, baby girl.”

You pulled away from him, hand still gripping his shaft, still pumping slowly. You gasped for air, and the spit that had been gathering in your mouth spilled onto your chin, and they both groaned in unison at the sight. “I love it, John,” You murmured, meeting his dark stare. “Baby, you’re both so big, you both stretch me out so good.”

Jaehyun groaned again, and Johnny hummed, pressing a kiss to Jaehyun’s temple before he stood from the bed. He pulled you up on top of the bed with them, pulling you into his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, smiling to yourself as you felt something hard poking at your core. “Jae,” Johnny hummed, and Jaehyun shuffled over to meet you both.

“Spit in her mouth,” Johnny ordered quietly, and you whimpered in delight. Jaehyun looked at you with mischief in his eyes, before grabbing your chin. Your mouth fell open without need for an order, and he pressed his nose against yours. Then he opened his mouth, and you moaned when his spit fell onto your tongue.

“Don’t swallow yet, princess.” Johnny’s voice was deep, dark, and you knew he was thoroughly enjoying watching the both of you. You kept your mouth open, as one of his hands came to hold the back of your neck, drawing him closer to you. He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, before opening his mouth and spitting in yours as well.

His eyes never left yours the entire time, nearly black with desire. His face was flushed, and the hand on your neck was hot.

“Swallow,” He growled against your mouth, and you couldn’t bring yourself to disobey. When you opened your mouth to show him how good you were being, he groaned and pressed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands busied themselves unbuttoning his shirt, while his hands groped your ass, forcing you to grind against him. You moaned his name, and his tongue found itself into your mouth, taking the lead of the wet, messy kiss.

Your mind was quickly hazing up at the feeling of Johnny’s clothed cock rubbing against you through your denim shorts, but you still picked up on the sounds of skin against skin and panting coming from your left. You pulled away from Johnny’s lips to look towards Jaehyun. Johnny took this chance to tug your shirt off, leaving you in a plain purple bra. Your breath caught in your throat when your eyes fell to Jaehyun’s hands, Johnny’s lips trailing down to the skin of your collarbones.

Jaehyun had one hand stroking himself at a steady pace, the other wrapped around the base of his cock, as if he were trying to stave off an incoming orgasm. He was watching the both of you with eyes darker than the Mojave desert in the middle of the night.

“Jae,” You whined, breathless against Johnny’s frame, “C’mere and kiss me, baby.”

“Yeah?” Jae answered, just as breathless as you, quirking an eyebrow up, “You want me, needy baby?”

You nodded in response, one hand reaching out to him. He leaned forward again, and your eyes fluttered shut as his lips landed against yours.

Jaehyun’s kisses were so different from Johnny’s. Jaehyun was gentler, but he didn’t need to tease you by letting you dominate the kiss and then taking over. No, Jaehyun dominated the kiss from the beginning, plump lips sliding against yours, hands leaving his cock to caress your sides, brushing over Johnny’s hands very briefly. Then, they moved to your back, unclipping your bra and discarding it somewhere on the bed.

He pulled away from your lips, and Johnny, who had been sucking a purple mark into your shoulder, did the same. You noted that all of your chests were heaving. Johnny’s hands were still moving your hips against his, and the pleasure left your mind reeling.

“You close, princess?” Jaehyun asked, and you shook your head. “N-not yet, but… s-soon.”

“Look at how pretty our baby girl is, Jaehyun,” Johnny murmured, dark eyes glittering in adoration as he watched your hips speed up of their own accord, rutting against him like a mindless animal. Jaehyun hummed in agreement, leaning his head against Johnny’s shoulder. Your head tipped back, unable to handle both of them looking at you, looking through you, as you fell apart on Johnny’s lap.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N. So good for us, baby girl.”

By now, the fabric of your shorts and your panties against your core were starting to feel uncomfortable, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were so lost in hazy pleasure, head swimming with nothing but thoughts of your two lovers. Your hands linked around Johnny’s neck, trying to find something to tether yourself to the mortal world, because you were certain that if you didn’t, you would float off into space, never to be seen again.

“Ah, f-fuck,” You said, “L-love you both so much…”

Jaehyun’s hand caressed your neck, before coming to caress your cheek. He moved your head as well, forcing you to meet his eyes. His eyes were warm, clouded with desire. Your gaze flickered between his face and Johnny’s, and you whined again. They were watching you wordlessly, in a way that made you feel safe, loved, needed, and even though it’d been about a year and a half since they started looking at you like that, it never failed to make your head spin in love and arousal.

Johnny let loose a lazy smile at your words, hips bucking against your own. “We love you too, princess. You’re so sweet, do you wanna come soon?”

You nodded desperately, opening your mouth to answer but moaning instead when Johnny pressed you down even more against his cock. They both laughed at your noise, and you just had to laugh along with them.

The laughter died down a few moments later, and you felt yourself dangling over the edge. You just needed one little push, and a little push is what you got when Jaehyun turned his face to Johnny, and the older man met him for a kiss. Johnny growled against Jaehyun’s lips, biting down on his lower lip, and Jaehyun’s hand ran through Johnny’s hair, now sweaty and damp.

The sight of your lovers making out in front of you tipped you over the edge. Your eyes screwing shut, their names and profanities spilling from your mouth, moaning as the pleasure started in your hands and feet, before spreading up your arms and legs and taking over your body. Your hips didn’t stop moving, seemingly having a mind of your own, trying to draw out your orgasm as you clenched around nothing. All too soon, the sensation washed away, leaving you pliant and breathless in Johnny’s arms.

Your eyes opened to find that they hadn’t exactly broken away. They’d stopped kissing to pay attention to you, but they were still close enough for each other’s lips to remain against their own. When they finally separated, a small trail of spit connected their lower lips.

“That was so hot,” Johnny groaned, pressing your head against his chest, which was now bare, somehow. Jaehyun must have slipped off his shirt at some point without you noticing, you concluded in your frazzled state of mind. You closed your eyes as you allowed your breathing to return to normal, vaguely aware of your boys kissing each other a bit more.

“How are you doing, princess?” Jaehyun said once you had calmed down, no longer panting. His hand was caressing your side up and down, almost as if he was comforting you. You straightened your posture to look up at him and Johnny, giving them a soft, sleepy smile. Johnny’s big hands squeezed your hips as he spoke. “You wanna stop, or do you wanna keep going?”

You nodded, brushing away a damp strand of hair that was in your face. “I still haven’t gotten fucked by either of you,” You mumbled, “What makes you think I’m stopping before that happens?”

The pair exchanged a dark glance, wicked smiles gracing their faces before looking back at you.

“Clothes off,” Jaehyun ordered, “Now.”

You moved off of Johnny, legs wobbling slightly, to lay down next to them. You popped the button on your shorts and pulled down the zipper, watching as Jaehyun undressed Johnny, doing the same with his shorts as he kissed down the older man’s neck. You were left in now ruined cotton panties, the drenched fabric clinging to your folds in an awkward way. Your eyes turned to the pair in front of you as Jaehyun pulled down Johnny’s boxers, leaving him naked as well. They faced you, and Johnny grabbed you by the ankle, dragging you towards them with a soft smile on his face. You laughed quietly, the noise dying when Jaehyun grabbed your other leg as well and parted them, before lying in between them, face inches away from your core.

“John, baby,” He said, craning his neck to stare at him, “Can I…?”

“Go ahead, pretty boy,” Johnny replied, as he lay next to you, “Y/N made you feel good earlier, and we need to get her ready for us, right? You can return the favor, can’t you?”

Jaehyun nodded, and Johnny raised an eyebrow as he moved to lie next to you. “Words, baby boy.”

Jaehyun gulped, hands resting on your hips. “Yes, John.”

His hands reached for your panties, his eyes meeting yours as he pressed a kiss to your thigh. Your hand brushed some sandy brown hair out of his eyes, and you hummed as you watched him pull down the last piece of clothing, discarding it. “Jae,” You mumbled, “You’re so pretty, baby.”

Jaehyun smiled, the tips of his ears turning red. It had taken you a few weeks for you to put it together when you started dating, but you eventually figured out that Jaehyun loved getting praised. Anytime you or Johnny said something about how good or handsome he was, how nice he made either of you feel, he’d turn to putty in your hands.

He grabbed your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders, his face close to where you needed him most but did nothing. He was riling you up, you knew he was. He loved to do this, loved to wait how long he could wait before making you beg. “Babe,” You murmured, “Jae, please don’t tease me.”

His eyes twinkled with something you couldn’t read as he pressed another kiss to your thigh, big, rough hands gripping your hips possessively. “You beg so nicely, princess. How could I refuse?”

He lowered his mouth to your hole, and your eyes squeezed shut, hissing out at the sensitivity. Johnny pressed a kiss to your forehead. The hand that wasn’t tugging on Jaehyun’s hair shot out to grasp Johnny’s forearm. Johnny responded by grabbing your hand and guiding it to his cock, and you obeyed his silent command by wrapping your hand around him, pumping him slowly.

You could hear his breathing right next to your ear, combined with the wet sounds Jaehyun was making as he mouthed along your slit. You weren’t sure what to focus on, letting out a high keen as Jaehyun slid a finger inside of you, his mouth coming up to suckle on your clit.

“Ah, Jaehyun, baby,” You whined, hips trying to move, but being stopped by Jaehyun’s other hand, “F-feels so good.”

Jaehyun hummed against your clit, the vibration causing you to squirm even further, crying out his name. Already you could feel the familiar sensation in your lower stomach again, forcing you to focus on Jaehyun’s mouth, alternating between sucking your clit and flicking it with the tip of your tongue.

“You like how he’s making you feel, baby girl?” Johnny asked a few moments later, and you nodded as he pressed his forehead against your temple to whisper into your ear. “You like the way he’s being a good boy and eating your pussy like he’s starving?”

You nodded again, whining even louder when Jaehyun added a second finger. Johnny’s hand rose to your breast, teasing your nipple as your head fell back, hand falling into a sloppy rhythm against Johnny’s cock. He pinched harshly, and you tried to move away from his grip, but he wouldn’t let you. “Neither of you seem to want to use your words today, huh? Come on, princess, tell Jaehyun how much you like it.”

You opened your mouth, trying to speak, but shrieking when Jaehyun’s fingers began to thrust into you at a rapid pace. Your hips were bucking wildly against Jaehyun’s mouth and fingers now, despite his best efforts to hold you down.

“J-Jae, fuck, fuck, fuck… Ah, your fingers are s-so big… They’re fucking me so good, I-I’m so sensitive, I don’t think I can h-hold on much longer…”

“Aw, already?” Jaehyun teased from between your legs, fingers not letting up as he slowed down their pace, “It’s only been a few minutes.”

“Jaehyun,” You whined, grasp tightening on his hair, “I’m gonna come, p-please…”

“No.”

Your eyes shot open to glare at Johnny, breathing heavily as Jaehyun removed his fingers from your aching core, and your hand stopped its movement against Johnny’s dick. “Why not?” You whined, and Johnny sat up, propping himself against the faded maroon headboard of the bed.

“Because you’re not cumming again until both of us have.” His tone was stern, leaving no room for argument. His gaze, however, was warm. “Now, what’s gonna happen is this: you’re gonna get on your hands and knees, and pretty boy over there is gonna fuck you from behind, and you’re gonna let me fuck your face. Can you two do that for me?”

He was giving both you and Jaehyun the chance to drop it now, disguised under the illusion of a command. But you didn’t want to stop. You rarely did when it came to your boyfriends.

“Yes, John,” You and Jaehyun answered at the same time, looking at him. Johnny grinned, patting his thighs with both hands.

“Come here, Y/N. Hands and knees, like I said.”

You crawled over to him, eyes not leaving Johnny’s face. His dark eyes followed yours, face covered with a light sheen of sweat, hair brushed back to reveal his forehead. You leaned forward when you got to the spot where he ordered you to be, pressing a kiss to his jawline. Your mouth trailed down to his neck, smiling against his skin when you heard him sigh in satisfaction.

You felt the bed shift as Jaehyun came to kneel behind you, hands trailing down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your kisses trailed down Johnny’s tan skin, past his collarbones, across his pecs, down his stomach, ghosting along his right hip. Your lips left his skin as Jaehyun gripped your hip with one hand, using his hand to grind his dick against your soaking folds.

“You want me to put it in, baby?” Jaehyun asked you, and you nodded without hesitating, your face heating at your desperation. “Yes, Jae.”

“Suck Johnny’s dick and I’ll do whatever you want, lovely girl.”

His words were accompanied by Johnny’s hands touching the back of your neck, not pushing, but still commanding a certain power over you, still compelling you to lower yourself onto his cock.

One thing you’d learned very early on from having sex with both Johnny and Jaehyun, you thought as you let your mouth relax around Johnny’s dick, was that they were both bigger than the past lays you’d had. Jaehyun was a bit longer, but Johnny was thicker. Regardless, they both had the power to leave your legs shaking, and your throat scratchy for days.

Once you’d allowed your jaw to loosen enough, you began bobbing your head up and down slowly, tonguing along the underside of the shaft. Your hands held you up, grasping Johnny’s toned thighs for support. A rush came through you as you realized that those thighs were what had made you come earlier, and that helped you push Johnny even further down your throat.

A groan bubbled out of Johnny’s throat, and Jaehyun took that as his sign to push into you. You moaned against Johnny, and his groan got louder, hands pushing you even further against Johnny’s pelvis. You held back the urge to gag, forcing yourself to focus on breathing through your nose despite the intrusion in your mouth.

Jaehyun’s movements started slow, letting you get used to the both of them fucking into you from both ends. He let out a low hiss as you clenched around him, hips grinding against you in a way that had you seeing stars.

It was as if they were connected telepathically, something unspoken between the two of them that always confused and amused you. You felt the amusement again as they both sped up the movements of their hips at the same time, a gradual buildup from teasing, subtle grinding, to harsh bucks of the hips, fucking in and out of you as if you were their own little tool for pleasure, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Any noises that left you were either muffled shrieks of pleasure as Jaehyun pounded away at your still sensitive pussy, or gagging noises, as Johnny’s hands forced you up and down his cock, bottoming out into your throat whenever he wanted to prolong little bursts of ecstasy. Tears were running down your face as he did so, and when he noticed, he let out a strained laugh.

“Hey, baby girl, are you crying because of my dick or Jaehyun’s?”

He pulled you off of him, and you took the chance to catch your breath before answering a few seconds later.

“B-both,” You moaned, and Jaehyun grunted in acknowledgement.

“Good,” He hummed, and you bit your lip as you fucked back against him, “Using our little girl like this feels so nice, doesn’t it, Johnny?”

“It feels fucking fantastic, pretty boy,” Johnny answered as you craned your neck to kiss along his shaft, “She’s so small, but she takes us both like a fucking champ. Maybe next time we should stuff her pussy and her ass at the same time… would you like that, angel?”

You cried out enthusiastically, stomach twisting at the suggestion. Jaehyun threw his head back, letting out a guttural groan.

“Oh, she’d love that, baby. You should’ve felt how much tighter she got when you said that.”

Johnny grinned, and lifted you off of his cock one more time.

“Hey, Y/N,” He said, lifting your chin to get you to look at him.

“H-hey, Johnny,” You whimpered, and Johnny pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Get off his dick, princess,” He told you, loud enough for Jaehyun to hear, “I’ve got an idea.”

Jaehyun stopped his movements, pulling out of you. You whined at the sudden emptiness, and Johnny patted your head to calm you before standing. Given that the bed frame was a lot lower than most beds, it allowed him to tower over both you and Jaehyun as Johnny propped the younger man up, then told you to sit in his lap, letting Jaehyun slide back inside of you.

“I wanna watch you both,” He murmured lovingly, carding a hand through Jaehyun’s hair, who hummed happily. Your mind was turning fuzzy fast, clinging to Jaehyun and pressing soft kisses to his jaw.

“Can we still touch you, Johnny?” You asked, voice small, flashing him big, pouty eyes that he could seldom refuse as he sat back down at where he once was.

Johnny nodded, his hand moving to your head and repeating the movement he’d made on Jaehyun’s head. “Of course you can, baby,” He answered, “But you’ll do it when I say so and how I tell you to do it. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Johnny.”

“Okay.”

Johnny smiled at the both of you, and slowly Jaehyun began his rhythm again, fucking in and out of you slowly, before speeding up again. Your lips trailed down to his neck, sucking on a spot you wanted to leave a mark on, and your hands came up to toy with his nipple piercings, mimicking what Johnny had been doing to him earlier.

Jaehyun groaned, eyebrows furrowing and eyes fluttering shut as you began to move with him and tug at the piercings. He turned his head to lock eyes with Johnny, who was stroking himself as he watched the two of you gradually lose control against each other’s body. The two held each other’s gaze, Jaehyun’s eyes lowering first as he pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“John,” Jaehyun pleaded, voice deep and teasing, “Come here, daddy, I wanna jack you off.”

Johnny raised an eyebrow. You and Jaehyun only brought out daddy when you wanted to be little shits to him and tease him more than usual. Nevertheless, he relented, standing and walking around the bed. Your eyes peeled open a few moments later, finding Johnny standing to the side of you, cock being stroked by Jaehyun as he continued to roll his hips into you.

Given that the bed was lower than usual, and Johnny was freakishly tall, his dick was more or less level with your faces, and through the hazy pleasure of Jaehyun pounding away at you, you got an idea.

You leaned slightly to the side, pressing a kiss to the head of Johnny’s member, and Johnny groaned as he realized what you wanted to do. Jaehyun seemed to like the idea, his hips fucking into you even faster once he registered what was going on.

Johnny used his knees to lean against the mattress, allowing you to lean back into your original position as he tipped his head back.

“Our dirty girl,” Johnny hissed, “You want cock so bad, don’t you? Can’t handle just one fucking you, you need another one down your throat.”

Jaehyun pulled you off of him. “Give him an answer, sweetheart,” He ordered, before taking your place and taking Johnny into his mouth.

“I’m yours,” You told them, “Want you both all day, all night, ngh, always… I love you both s-so much, I can’t handle not being fucked like this ever again…”

“You belong to us now, baby. We own you, body and soul.” Johnny’s voice was slightly strained now, but his words still held the same effect. You were eager to agree, unable to say anything as Jaehyun hit the one spot inside of you that had you crying out his name.

“Fuck, Jae! Right there!”

Jaehyun pulled off of Johnny’s cock, pulling you into a bruising kiss as he continued to hit your sweet spot time and time again.

“Yeah, you’re gonna cum again soon?” Jaehyun asked when he pulled away, and you nodded, before turning to Johnny and taking him into your mouth again.

“Don’t forget, princess,” Johnny said, “You can’t cum until either of us have. Understood?”

You nodded, trying to hold off the impending wave that was soon to crash on you.

“I’m so fucking close, Johnny,” Jaehyun mumbled, and Johnny gave a garbled agreement when Jaehyun’s free hand came up to stroke along with your hand.

“Me too, baby,” Johnny groaned, “You gonna fill Y/N up? Cum inside that tight pussy of hers?”

Your legs wrapped around Jaehyun’s waist, before you pulled your mouth away from Johnny, opting to stroke him as Jaehyun took him into his mouth once more.

“Give it to me, Jae,” You begged, voice shaky.

Johnny came first with a loud, “Fuck!” He watched as you and Jaehyun took turns licking away the cum as it shot out of the tip of his dick, tongues meeting occasionally as you both mouthed along the head.

“Shit, you’re both so good to me.”

Jaehyun’s orgasm came moments later. He buried his face in your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist as his pace turned sloppy and sporadic, filling you with hot cum as he groaned out both your name and Johnny’s. You whimpered at the sensitivity of your insides as he twitched against your walls, painting them white, but you didn’t stop bouncing in his lap.

“Y-you both came,” You moaned, desperate to cum. You could see on Jaehyun’s face that he was growing sensitive as well, but his hands on your waist weren’t stopping you at all. “Please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl…”

Johnny sat behind you, letting your head roll onto his shoulder. One hand wrapped around your neck, not squeezing, but still tight enough to send a thrill down your spine. “Yeah, you’ve been really well behaved tonight, baby. You weren’t as bratty as you usually are, hmm?”

You couldn’t answer, not when his other hand reached down to tap away at your swollen clit.

“J-John, ah—”

“You wanna cum, baby girl?”

You nodded, eyes squeezing shut as your hips took on a mind of their own.

“Then cum, sweetheart.”

And somehow, his deep, warm voice triggered your orgasm.

You threw your head back, almost positive that what you were speaking in tongues rather than actually saying anything coherent. You clung onto Jaehyun with one hand, writhing in his hold, and reached back to grip Johnny’s bicep. Beneath your eyelids, colors danced around you. You were certain this was what heaven felt like, and that this was some sort of divine ascension…

Verona, Nevada, 10:06 PM

When you managed to come down, you felt groggy, and your vision felt hazy, as if you were in a dream. The only sound came from the three of you, breathing heavily as you recovered from what had just happened. The room smelled like sex, sweat, and oddly enough, greasy pizza.

“Y/N?” Jaehyun murmured, “You still with us?"

You nodded, trying to ignore the scratchiness in your throat. "Yeah… ‘m good. Came really hard.”

Johnny chuckled from behind you, before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Certainly looked like it, baby.”

You smiled, eyes drooping already at the tiredness you were beginning to feel.

You settled down between the two of them, ignoring the smell of sweat emanating from the three of you all together. Yes, you loved being like this, sandwiched between your two favorite people, but you couldn’t deny that the body heat radiating from everyone, plus slight tackiness of sweaty skin against more sweaty skin made you want to cringe. And as much as you loved the idea of Jaehyun’s cum staying inside of you, it was slowly beginning to trickle down your thigh, further contributing to your growing discomfort.

“I need to shower,” You finally mumbled, rubbing your eyes sleepily, before pouting. Looking around the motel room, you noted that it was dingy enough, you didn’t want to imagine the bathroom. “How bad is the bathroom?”

Jaehyun groaned, hand coming to rub at his forehead in disdain.

“Oh, it’s fuckin’ nasty.”

“...Shit.”

#kpop smut #kpop scenarios #kpop au #kpop x reader #nct smut #nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct au #jaehyun smut #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun x reader #johnny seo x reader #johnny seo smut #johnny seo scenarios #my writing

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blazingdarkness · 6 years

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Ask Meme From a Real Long Time Ago

Okay so @vonlipvig tagged me in this forever ago and I filled most of it out but didn’t have the executive function to finish but I just did another one by them and that gave me the motivation, so here we are! Italics’d stuff was written today; everything else is from before.

1. Sweet or savory? (And what’s your fave food from the one you choose?)

This was going to be close until I remembered just how much I fucking love cheese.

2. If you could live in any fictional universe, which one would it be?

Given the option, I would immediately immigrate to Saturn in Origin from Effulgence, provided I was still able to phone and message all the people who still live here and traveling for visits wasn’t too inconvenient. Post-scarcity society? Benevolent nigh-omnipotent empress? Yell Heah. I’d obviously be good in almost any Belled society, but some advantages that Pattern has over anybell else imo:

- Saturn just seems more whimsical than most other places? An obvious exception is Chronicle, which would still be Great, but I feel like convenient communication with my friends and family would be less likely there.

- Awesome national (...planet..al?) anthem

- The part where Pattern just let people line up and she granted them wishes was very nice and, if I recall, didn’t seem like a Strictly One-Time Occasion. In general, seems to have one of the best relationships with her public.

- Rings! Rings in the sky and living in bubbles. I love it.

- I could be wrong, but it seemed we’ve seen more of her actually doing day-to-day ruling except for maybe like, Eve, and I really enjoyed seeing that.

- Oh, also I have no idea where this thought came from, but for some reason I have the expectation that if there was a Chelsea Reserve, it would be in Origin? And I would want to try that out for at least a month or two every couple of decades I think, provided certain safeguards were very definitely, solidly in place, and it would be convenient if they were in the same universe.

Juli I realize you have absolutely no context for this and for that I’m sorry lol.

Just kidding it’s Singleton! I’ve read “Will” since writing that and, while Origin is nothing to sneeze at, a Friendly AI world where all problems are basically already solved is 👌👌👌. Also Tarinda pls wake me up from cryosleep and be my perfect girlfriend I love you.

Juli I realize you still have absolutely no context for this and for that I’m still sorry lol

3. Put your music on shuffle and write down the first three songs (+a fave lyrics, if you want)

These weren’t strictly the first three songs, but they were the first three that don’t give a gross misrepresentation of my current personality, I guess?

“It’s Over, Isn’t it?” from Steven Universe—“war and glory, reinvention; fusion, freedom, her attention”

“Jackass in a Can” from Galavant—“an over-muscled, chauvinistic, self-indulgent, egotistic, stingy, prissy, narci-sissy jackass in a can! (oh my god, that’s me)”

“Everything Else” from next to normal—“There’s harmony, logic; you listen to these; you don’t hear his doubts, or his debts or disease”

what can I say, I’m a sucker for wordplay. Also, it might be worth noting that basically all of my music is from something or at the very least strongly reminds me of a particular work of fiction. It just largely doesn’t occur to me to buy songs that I hear on the radio, even ones I really like.

4. Where would you most like to travel to?

Austria, probably, as I assume we’re limited to places that it’s currently possible for a layperson to go? I really, really want to see Tanz live, and that seems like the best shot, as well as just a Place I Want to Be.

This was less the place I would most like to travel to and more just a place that I would like to travel to. But I can’t think of a better one right now!

5. What’s the last dream you had that you remember?

I really don’t remember my dreams that often!

6. Do you have any OCs? And if so, would you switch lives with any of them, or no?

Yeah, a few, none particularly well-developed. But my boy Iorant lives thousands (?) of years in the future where everyone is immortal and has been for long enough that people set up elaborate MM LARPing scenarios. The one he’s in is set only a few hundred years ahead of us in a solarpunk city where every interpersonal would-be fight is solved with not-Yugioh duels, and that’s a life I would not mind living.

I swear by the hope of the earth that I came up with the setting for this before reading “Will” and “Testament.”

7. Pasta: “al dente” or more cooked/softer?

Al dente all the way, baby!

8. Do you play any sports? Would you like to learn any?

Not presently. I don’t think any of the physical activities I might like to learn fit my definition of a sport, but I did take 14 years of dance growing up and then have been in a few musicals where it featured heavily. And then pretty soon I’m going to be in two more, at least one of which features dance heavily and I’m very excited.

9. If you had to pick two people (let’s keep it fictional) to be with you in a zombie apocalypse, which ones would you pick?

Do they keep any magic they have? Cause if so, there’s no way I’m not going with a Bell and their pet masochist (the magic system they use runs on pain; everything’s consensual.). Otherwise...Bells are probably too clumsy to be worth the advantage their minds would give?

It’s 1am and I don’t have the energy to finish whatever I was going to say here and I really want to get this posted tonight, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

10. What’s your favorite book?

I don’t think any glowfic counts as a book per se, so Radiance.

#glowfic #Luminosity and Radiance #Blazer Speaks #at length #Ask Memes

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tobns · 7 years

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@alexanderludwig: can’t believe we’re gonna be starting 2018 without queen latifah #rip

@jackie_emerson: what in the fresh hell are you talking about

@isabellefuhrman: ????????????

@alexanderludwig: @jackie_emerson queen latifah died

@amandlastenberg: uh, no she didn’t

@alexanderludwig: @amandlastenberg yes she did look it up

@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludiwg WE DON’T NEED TO LOOK IT UP

@dayookeniyi: god i hate white people

@jackquaid92: you know, the last 2 years have been so peaceful without getting a single notification from twitter on december 31…one of you please tell me why in the hell we’re descending back into this ridiculousness

@amandlastenberg: once the annoying orange became president, all bets were off

@willowshields: believe me, my life was going so well without one of these sucking up all of my data, so i don’t know why we’ve all of a sudden decided to breathe life back into this dead tradition

@jackie_emerson: as with everything in life, i blame @alexanderludwig and his inability to not believe everything he reads on the internet

@alexanderludwig: IT’S NOT MY FAULT QUEEN LATIFAH DIED

@jackie_emerson: SHE IS NOT DEAD YOU IMBECILE

@jhutch1992: long time, no see twitterverse

@jackquaid92: WHY ARE WE STARTING THIS SHIT AGAIN

@jhutch1992: @jackquaid92 dude calm ur tits, i legit just back got into my twitter account

@jackie_emerson: …then who in the fuck has been tweeting for you

@amandlastenberg: hey josh’s publicist!!! hows it going? pls tell josh he owes me 300 bucks okay thank u :)

@jhutch1992: @amandlastenberg it’s actually me this time, and you will get a nickel out of me when i’m dead

@amandlastenberg: @jhutch1992 don’t speak too soon, bc that can be arranged

@alexanderludwig: @jackie_emerson https://bit.ly/lu43t0 this is the article that confirms queen latifah’s death ill wait for my apology

@jackie_emerson: who’s sat scores did you steal in order to get into usc

@willowshields: i have met hardwood floors smarter than you

@jhutch1992: guess it’s time to log back off of twitter for forever!!

@isabellefuhrman: everyone who says you have no talent is completely wrong

@alexanderludwig: @isabellefuhrman aw thanks izzy <3

@isabellefuhrman: bc it’s truly talent, being THAT stupid

@alexanderludwig: @isabellefuhrman HE Y

@jackie_emerson: ALSO I WILL APOLOGIZE FOR NOTHING

@isabellefuhrman: last nye w/out alcohol #21hereicome

@amandlastenberg: yeah ok

@jackie_emerson: i can see the champagne glass in your hand from here, and i don’t even think we’re in the same time zone

@dayookeniyi: illegal alcohol, maybe

@isabellefuhrman: ok why are you all treating me like i’m ludwig

@alexanderludwig: not much fun is it, being the punching bag of the bunch, huh @isabellefurman

@willowshields: @alexanderludwig you misspelled isabelle’s last name u dumb fuck

@alexanderludwig: @willowshields EXCUSE ME WATCH UR PROFANITIY

@jackquaid92: while i’m not surprised none of u thg fuckers have lives to tend to instead of tweeting all the livelong night, but i on the other hand DO so peace out #livefromvegas

@jackie_emerson: i didn’t know you renamed your living room ‘vegas’

@jackquaid92: @jackie_emerson YOU ARE RUDE

@amandlastenberg: there is nothing for you in vegas aside from a lifelong gambling problem, why are you there

@jackquaid92: @amandlastenberg wow you are not ready to hear about this thing called a britney spears residency

@jhutch1992: @britneyspears run

@jackquaid92: @jhutch1992 i liked you better when your publicist tweeted from your account

@dayookeniyi: can we re-ring in 2012 instead of 2018? asking for a friend

@amandlastenberg: why, so @willowshields and i will be back to being 10 again??

@dayookeniyi: @amandlastenberg actually so obama will be back to being our president but THAT IS A VERY VALID POINT

@willowshields: it’s so he can take a few steps back from being a literal grandpa

@dayookeniyi: I’M ALMOST 30 NOT 300

@amandlastenberg: i see no difference

@jhutch1992: ok but why do we never drag @levenrambin into our twitter holiday dumpster fires like…she’s on here too

@jackie_emerson: just like you can’t work a remote, lev can’t work twitter aside from hitting the retweet button

@willowshields: she disassociates herself from us, like ludwig did that time in an interview

@alexanderludwig: @willowshields hey i apologized for that

@jackquaid92: @alexanderludwig @willowshields yes, and you could have spent more than $2 on an apology fruit basket, those berries were weak

@isabellefuhrman: i’m sorry @jackquaid92 i thought you were too busy with britney to tweet

@jackquaid92: @isabellefuhrman ….i am, it’s my publicist tweeting for me

@amandlastenberg: @jackquaid92 YEAH RIGHT

@jackie_emerson: just like you can’t work a remote, lev can’t work twitter aside from hitting the retweet button (RETWEETED BY @levenrambin)

@willowshields: it’s been 5 years WHY CAN I NOT FIND ANY DIFFERENT FRIENDS ASIDE FROM YOU PEOPLE

@isabellefuhrman: you’re never getting rid of us

@amandlastenberg: all the old goons are like barnacles

@dayookeniyi: @amandlastenberg I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU’RE CALLING AN OLD GOON BUT YOU BETTER WATCH IT

@amandlastenberg: @dayookeniyi or what? you gonna whack me with your cane? run me over with your walker?

@dayookeniyi: @amandlastenberg i am two steps away from blocking you, calling your mother, and summoning my fairy godmother to turn you back to an eleven year old

@alexanderludwig: cant wait to liv it up tonite

@jackie_emerson: die

@isabellefuhrman: no one cares

@amandlastenberg: stop trying to revive liv it up it died before it even began

@alexanderludwig: @amandlastenberg liv it up deserved a grammy

@amandlastenberg: @alexanderludwig if liv it up deserved a grammy, then @jackquaid92 playing the recorder deserved to be our national anthem

@alexanderludwig: @amandlastenberg: i see nothing wrong with this logic

@amandlastenberg: if any of my neighbors are reading this – i hate u and i hope the cops show up to arrest you not for being too fucking loud, but for making it sound like pitbull is playing an outdoor concert on your patio

@willowshields: …why don’t YOU just call the cops on them

@alexanderludwig: what do you have against pitbull

@jackquaid92: and yet, you people wonder why others find us judgmental

@dayookeniyi: WHO’S THE OLD GOON NOW, COMPLAINING ABOUT THE VOLUME LEVELS

@amandlastenberg: @dayookeniyi go back to a) knitting your sweaters and b) minding your own business

@dayookeniyi: @amandlastenberg you just wait until you hit your late 20s and all you want to do is tactile things, you’ll be singing a different tune then

@jackie_emerson: nothing screams quality nye party like frolicking on the beach and throwing all of the stupid shit 2017 gave me out into the ocean

@amandlastenberg: pls don’t get eaten by a shark

@isabellefuhrman: @amandlastenberg i wouldn’t worry, the shark would bring her back

@alexanderludwig: you’re stupid for going out in the ocean when it isn’t shark week, emerson

@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludwig i know damn well YOU aren’t calling ME stupid

@alexanderludwig: shark week is the only safe time to get in the water, since all the sharks are busy being on tv

@willowshields: i can feel my brain cells dying the longer i keep this app open

@isabellefuhrman: for any of you who actually bought that whole bit about @jackquaid92 being #liveatvegas …have i got news for u ;) #EXPOSED pic.twitter.com/j7skao2lm

@jackquaid92: WHAT THE FUCK ISABELLE

@jackie_emerson: MY EYES I’M BLIND

@amandlastenberg: @jackie_emerson suuuuuuure you are ;)

@amandlastenberg: ALSO WHY ARE YOU TWO TOGETHER

@jhutch1992: part of me doesn’t want to know….but part of me does want to know where you got ahold of that seashell bra

@isabellefuhrman: @jackquaid92 what, merquaid??? just figured everyone would want to be part of your world this evening

@jackquaid92: @isabellefuhrman you are STILL EVIL IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS

@amandlastenberg: not that i’m surprised you assholes are keeping secrets ONCE A-FUCKING-GAIN, but i never thought i’d live to see the day when jackabelle was the only thg ship that sailed

@isabellefuhrman WHAT

@jackquaid92: WH A T

@willowshields: oh how we (and the shippers) were wrong

@alexanderludwig: AMANDLA STENBERG IDK WHAT JACKABELLE IS BUT FOR YOUR SAKE IT BETTER BE SOME MAJESTICAL WILDLIFE ANIMAL THAT LIVES IN THE OUTBACK OF AUSTRALIA

@amandlastenberg: @alexanderludwig listen you don’t get to be sad jack made a move first, mister ‘all i date is discount isabelles’

@jhutch1992: #highlightsof2017 @amandlastenberg outing @alexanderludwig ‘s type for all of twitter to see

@alexanderludwig: I DO NOT HAVE A TYPE

@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludwig HOW DUMB ARE YOU

@isabellefuhrman: i am blocking all of you numskulls

@amandlastenberg: @isabellefuhrman who are you calling a numskull #mrsplebeian

@willowshields: @amandlastenberg @isabellefuhrman HOLY SHIT DID U JUST GO WHERE I THINK U WENT

@isabellefuhrman: @amandlastenberg BLOCKED

@isabellefuhrman: @amandlastenberg AND I AM NEVER TELLING YOU ANYTHING EVER AGAIN

@jackquaid92: @willowshields STOP CALLING ME

@willowshields: NOT UNTIL YOU ANSWER AND TELL ME WHEN YOU AND ISABELLE STARTED DATING

@isabellefuhrman: @willowshields WE ARE NOT DATING

@jhutch1992: @isabellefuhrman no guy willingly wears a seashell bra and red wig for a picture that isn’t being taken by their girlfriend

@willowshields: @jhutch1992 for the first time in your life, you have made sense

@isabellefuhrman: today’s word of the day is BLOCKED!! here it is in a sentence: all of my thg costars are getting BLOCKED

@jackie_emerson: excuse me i’ll have you know i did nothing to perpetuate this jackabelle insanity

@amandlastenberg: i’d love to see you try

@willowshields: who’s gonna help you block us, @jhutch1992

@jhutch1992: @willowshields i see what you did there and i do not appreciate it

@alexanderludwig: pls don’t block me

@isabellefuhrman: @alexanderludwig ……..

@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludwig SHE’S HAD YOU BLOCKED SINCE 2013

@dayookeniyi: almost 2018 and the hunger games relationship disaster is STILL plaguing my life

@amandlastenberg: you’re just jealous that no one shipped you with anyone

@jackquaid92: wanna trade places?????

@dayookeniyi: @jackquaid92 no thanks, especially seeing as how ludwig’s probably gonna show up on your front door within the hour to pummel you for going after his girl

@alexanderludwig: #wolfpackcode

@jackquaid92: OKAY FIRST OF ALL YOU BETTER DELETE THIS SUBTWEET BULLSHIT BECAUSE I AM NOT DATING ISABELLE AND EVEN IF I WAS, ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS THAT YOU HAD T H R E E YEARS TO GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU’RE A MORON WHO WOULD RATHER DATE A LOOKALIKE (WHICH WE ALL NOTICE BTW) THAN ADMIT YOUR FEELINGS

@amandlastenberg: for my birthday, all i want is for someone to print @jackquaid92 ‘s reply and @jackie_emerson ‘s og snapping on ludwig tweet and frame them

@jhutch1992: wait since when did we have a code???????

@dayookeniyi: ……who is we

@jhutch1992: @dayookeniyi YOU BETTER CALL ME

@jackie_emerson: one year, we can’t have ONE YEAR WHERE NOTHING STUPID HAPPENS

@willowshields: you had two of them, clearly you took them for granted

@jackie_emerson: @willowshields if only you and amandla had like, a half an ounce of chill, i would not have to play the role of the bomb squad

@amandlastenberg: @jackie_emerson @willowshields THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR NOT INCLUDING US

@alexanderludwig: @amandlastenberg YOU GET INCLUDED WAAAAAY MORE THAN I DO

@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludwig YES AND THAT IS FOR A R E A S O N

@jackquaid92: new year’s resolution: hire a publicist to run my twitter for me

@jhutch1992: dude you really should, best decision i ever made

@dayookeniyi: what, and miss out on these beautiful little breaks in sanity?????? why would you ever wanna do that

@jackquaid92: @dayookeniyi might i redirect you to like, the last half hour of my twitter timeline

@amandlastenberg: in 2018 yall WILL ADD ME AND WILLOW TO WHATEVER LITTLE SECRET GROUP CHAT YOU HAVE GOING ON

@jackie_emerson: the only thing i have to do in life is die

@amandlastenberg: @jackie_emerson keep it up and it will be by my hand

@dayookeniyi: we don’t have a group chat

@isabellefuhrman: @dayookeniyi or you’re just not in it

@dayookeniyi: @isabellefuhrman EXCUSE ME YOU BETTER GET TO ADDING ME

@amandlastenberg: @isabellefuhrman i swear to god if you add dayo before me i will show up at your house

@isabellefuhrman: @amandlastenberg i mean, my house has become thg cast central this evening against my will anyways so what’s one more person

@madelinefuhrman: @alexanderludwig i can see your car parked outside my window so i’m just gonna go ahead and save you the trouble – go home

@alexanderludwig: WAIT WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU AT HOME I THOUGHT YOU WERE IN PARIS

@madelinefuhrman: @alexanderludwig 2017’s just been a year of disappointments, hasn’t it

@willowshields: how is it that we all just magically happen to be in the same zip code whenever we go on one of these twitter tirades

@jhutch1992: and i’m always not

@amandlastenberg: @jhutch1992 you’re rich, hop on a plane and fly out here

@jackie_emerson: i mean, i always try to not be anywhere near you people during the holiday season but the universe hates me

@isabellefuhrman: @jackie_emerson says the girl who texted me yesterday begging me to cancel all my plans so we could hang out

@isabellefuhrman: in 2018 i’m going to chase after my newest career goal: professional receipt collector and exposer

@dayookeniyi: does that mean your athlete phase has finally ended???? thank jesus

@jackquaid92: @dayookeniyi i still think nike mistook her for the OTHER, actually athletic isabelle fuhrman in existence

@isabellefuhrman: @jackquaid92 @dayookeniyi we’ll see who gets the last laugh, tweedledumb and tweedledumber

@jackie_emerson: exposer is not a word, isabelle, stop trying to imitate your one true love

@willowshields: @jackie_emerson NOW WOULD BE A REALLY GREAT TIME TO ADD ME AND AMANDLA TO THE GROUP CHAT SO WE CAN FIND OUT WHO THIS IS ABOUT

@isabellefuhrman: i have dirt on ALL OF YOU i might as well be the key-keeper of the fucking thg cast secrets

@amandlastenberg: @isabellefuhrman lemme stop you RIGHT THERE BC YOU KNOW GOOD AND WELL THAT YOU AREN’T THE ONE THAT HACKED INTO TRAFFIC CAMS TO SPY ON LUDWIG WITH ONE OF HIS WALMART BRAND ISABELLES SO GET BACK TO RUNNING LAPS, FORREST

@dayookeniyi: @isabellefuhrman is not cut out to be an athlete in any form – a thread

@dayookeniyi: exhibit a) the infamous platform incident where we were all convinced she was dead and we’d have to recast the role of clove (and thus introduce alexander to his first knockoff isabelle)

@jackie_emerson: I’M INTERRUPTING THE THREAD TO CONTRIBUTE and remind everyone of when isabelle tripped over the fucking LEVEL SIDEWALK AND SPRAINED HER ANKLE

@jackquaid92: isabelle gave herself a black eye opening my freezer

@amandlastenberg: isabelle fell through the pool ladder at my fourth of july pool party and had bruises all over the insides of her legs for 3 weeks

@alexanderludwig: once during filming isabelle was in my room and walked smack into the balcony door and i thought she’d broken her nose

@jhutch1992: ooh on the mall tour isabelle sliced her thumb wide open trying to tear off a piece of scotch tape

@isabellefuhrman: all of you are going to begin 2018 in this wonderful land called my blocked list

@alexanderludwig: SOS

@jackquaid92: told u not to follow jackie into the closet

@amandlastenberg: I AM DRIVING 30 MILES OVER THE SPEED LIMIT TO GET TO ISABELLE’S AS FAST AS I CAN SO HOLD OFF ON ANY DEVELOPMENTS IN THIS GAME OF 7 MINUTES OF HEAVEN

@willowshields: it’s true she’s driving like we’re auditioning for fast and the furious 9

@alexanderludwig: @amandlastenberg this is not seven minutes in heaven belieb me it’s seven minutes in heLL

@dayookeniyi: @alexanderludwig did you just type ‘belieb’

@alexanderludwig: @dayookeniyi autocorrect

@amandlastenberg: @alexanderludwig WHY IS THAT SOMETHING YOUR PHONE WOULD AUTOCORRECT A WORD TO

@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludwig GET OFF YOUR PHONE BEFORE I THROW IT INTO THE OCEAN

@jackquaid92: the worst thing to ever happen in 2017 was for twitter to give all of you nimrods 280 characters

@isabellefuhrman: says the guy who just got done using all 280 to roast alexander like a marshmallow

@jackie_emerson: LIKE YOU DON’T TAKE FULL ADVANTAGE OF SQUEEZING IN EVERY LAST CHARACTER TO COMPLETE THE BRITNEY LYRIC

@willowshields: in dark times like these, twitter needs as much of our fuckery as they can get

@alexanderludwig: if trump, the least deserving person ever, gets 280 characters, THEN SO DO I

@amandlastenberg: alright which one of you motherfuckers called the cops on me and willow

@jhutch1992: don’t look at me i’m busy freezing my ass off in kentucky and trying to set up this roku

@alexanderludwig: wasn’t me, i’m busy being INTERROGATED BY JACKIE WHO HAS APPARENTLY JOINED THE FBI SINCE WE LAST SAW HER

@dayookeniyi: i just learned how to dial 911 in this country like, 7 months ago so count me out

@jackie_emerson: what excuse did you use on them??? ‘sorry i was speeding officer, my ships from 2012 were on the verge of sinking’

@jackquaid92: consider this payback for starting jackabelle

@jhutch1992: have any of my followers/thg costars set up a roku tv and can give me advice

@dayookeniyi: advice: give up now

@isabellefuhrman: use your roku as a coaster

@jackie_emerson: who at best buy talked you into buying one of those like did they not know you were technologically inept the minute you walked through the wrong set of automatic doors

@amandlastenberg: call the lapd and tell them officer chad wrongfully accused me of about 20 different traffic violations

@willowshields: put it back in the box and send it to me, where it will actually see use

@jackquaid92: still trying to decipher if this is josh or josh’s publicist….

@jhutch1992: and the award for the least helpful people on the planet goes TO

@jackquaid92: @jhutch1992 yep this is definitely josh

@isabellefuhrman: @jackie_emerson you have 46 seconds to get the fuck out of my closet before i come in there and drag you out by the hair

@jackie_emerson: i’m trying to jumpstart your love life okay hold your fucking horses

@amandlastenberg: I AM COMING AS FAST AS I CAN @jackie_emerson HOLD THE FORT DOWN AND MAKE SURE JACK DOESN’T CALL THE COPS ON ME FOR SPEEDING YET AGAIN

@isabellefuhrman: @madelinefuhrman please come out of your room and literally kick everyone out i’m going crazy

@madelinefuhrman: @isabellefuhrman you had your chance to lose touch with them years ago, time for you to make your bed and lie in it sis

@willowshields: things i need to happen in 2018 – for the traffic court to take away @amandlastenberg ‘s license

@amandlastenberg: don’t you even START

@dayookeniyi: @amandlastenberg DON’T TWEET AND DRIVE

@amandlastenberg: @dayookeniyi THEN TELL THE OTHER FUCKERS AT ISABELLE’S TO SIT DOWN, TURN ON HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL, AND WAIT UNTIL I GET THERE BEFORE THEY START DOING THINGS

@dayookeniyi: @amandlastenberg they listen to me as well as they do to you: not at all

@alexanderludwig: i wish i was @levenrambin right about now – not involved in this mess, probly enjoying my new years eve, living without the knowledge of what the back of @isabellefuhrman ‘s closet looks like

@isabellefuhrman: YOU WHAT NOW

@amandlastenberg: MY FOOT OF LEAD IS ONLY SO HEAVY

@jackie_emerson: you’ll thank me later ludwig

@alexanderludwig: @jackie_emerson i can’t thank anyone who doesn’t have respect for the dead

@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludwig IF YOU SUGGEST QUEEN LATIFAH IS DEAD ONE MORE FUCKING TIME I AM HEAVE-HOING YOU OUT THE DAMN THIRD STORY WINDOW

@jackquaid92: HANNAH MONTANA MARATHONNNNNNNN!!!!!

@dayookeniyi: we have descended into hell

@willowshields: @amandlastenberg pls turn the car around i suddenly want to go home

@isabellefuhrman: IF YOU BREAK MY COUCH TRYING TO REENACT THE PUMPIN UP THE PARTY PERFORMANCE I WILL KILL YOU

@jhutch1992: are there any subliminal messages in the hannah montana soundtrack about how to properly set up a roku tv without using the usb cord to gouge out one’s eyes

@jackie_emerson: @jackquaid92 serenading me with ‘if we were a movie’ is not the way to my heart

@amandlastenberg: @jackquaid92 STOP IT RIGHT NOW YOU AREN’T ALLOWED TO MAKE A MOVE ON HER UNTIL I GET THERE AND CAN RECORD IT FOR THE LAST LITTLE CULT OF TUMBLR FANS OUT THERE

@isabellefuhrman: #jacquelackFOREVAAAAAAA

@dayookeniyi: dude don’t disrespect corbin bleu like that

@jackie_emerson: @dayookeniyi for someone who’s SOOOOOO opposed to this hannah montana marathon, you sure do have a vast hm knowledge

@dayookeniyi: @jackie_emerson listen we only got like….5 channels back in the day and one of them happened to be the disney channel, i’ve lived through more hannah than i care to admit; i could bust out into the nobody’s perfect dance right here and now but I’M NOT

@willowshields: you guys are like in the same room….WHY ARE YOU TWEETING EACH OTHER

@jhutch1992: why do people in my family BUY ME GIFTS THAT REQUIRE COMMON SENSE WHEN IT COMES TO TECHNOLOGY

@jackie_emerson: you barely have common sense period

@isabellefuhrman: there’s this magical thing called youtube that might be of use

@amandlastenberg: @isabellefuhrman please like he knows how to work a web browser

@dayookeniyi: @amandlastenberg IF YOU DON’T STOP TWEETING AND DRIVING I WILL CALL THE LAPD

@jackquaid92: go cry about it into your tissues made of 20 dollar bills and tell someone who CARES

@alexanderludwig: for a moment, i thought the word box was spelled b-o-c-k-s

@willowshields: WE ALMOST DIED BECAUSE AMANDLA’S CAR READ THIS OUT LOUD TO US AND SHE SWERVED TO RUN US INTO A PALM TREE BC OF HOW DONE SHE IS W YOU

@isabellefuhrman: DID MY CLOSET SCAR YOU THAT BADLY

@jackie_emerson: sometimes i wonder how hard you were thrown at a brick wall when you were a child in order for these to be the results twenty something years later

@dayookeniyi: ………..just HOW much marijuana did you smoke before arriving

@alexanderludwig: @willowshields @isabellefuhrman @jackie_emerson @dayookeniyi oh come on like you people haven’t had moments like this

@jackie_emerson: @alexanderludwig WE HAVEN’T

@amandlastenberg: somehow we have run into nye traffic even though we’re headed in the opposite direction of downtown…is everyone trying to get to isabelle’s house or something this evening

@jackquaid92: i’m sensing passive-aggressiveness

@amandlastenberg: @jackquaid92 NO SHIT

@isabellefuhrman: maybe it’s just a sign that you’re not meant to ever experience a nye with us

@amandlastenberg: @isabellefuhrman you will take that back or else i will drive my car right into your living room

@isabellefuhrman: @amandlastenberg assuming you ever get here, that is

@jackie_emerson: the devil works, but la party-goers work harder

@dayookeniyi: @elinafuhrman is the best cook on the face of this planet

@isabellefuhrman: it takes one housewife to know another

@alexanderludwig: if you schmooze your way into getting that last vegan brownie imma wake up madeline and set her on your ass

@amandlastenberg: i’m going to take this as a sign that things have gone back to being uneventful as i requested so thank u dear idiots you all get gold star stickers when i get there

@jackie_emerson: @amandlastenberg *if, not when

@willowshields: can someone please come pick me up i’m on a road somewhere near isabelle’s house and amandla is 3 seconds away from a meltdown

@jackquaid92: this is karma for the jackabelle thing

@amandlastenberg: @jackquaid92 I am coming for your ass.

@dayookeniyi: @jackquaid92 @amandlastenberg dude she used proper capitalization and punctuation you better leave now while you still have a chance

@isabellefuhrman: #champagnefordaysssss

@jackquaid92: what happened to this being the last nye without alcohol?????

@amandlastenberg: keep on drinking your champagne girly, means that the hard stuff gets saved for me and by jove i’m gonna need it

@alexanderludwig: SHARE

@jackie_emerson: keep the alcohol away from ludwig’s grubby paws the last thing we need is him getting drunk and writing the 2018 follow up to liv it up

@jhutch1992: IT’S NEW YEARS HERE IN KENTUCKY HAPPY NEW YEARS AND MAY 2018 BE THE YEAR I FINALLY COMPREHEND MODERN TECHNOLOGY

@alexanderludwig: WAIT IT’S NEW YEARS THERE

@jackquaid92: what’s the sound situation down there?

@jhutch1992: @jackquaid92 sounds like the revolutionary war is occurring right outside my window BUT IT’S OKAY BC IT’S 2018

@jackie_emerson: your idea of modern technology is a toaster

@amandlastenberg: HAPPY NEW YEAR THANKS FOR BEING THE MOST BORING, UNEVENTFUL FRIEND I HAVE

@jhutch1992: @amandlastenberg THANK YOU

@jhutch1992: @amandlastenberg: HEY WAIT A SECOND

@jackquaid92: is it too late to ask for things i want for christmas bc i need life alert right about now

@jackie_emerson: you and me both

@willowshields: amandla wants to know what happened and so do i (but i’m not gonna tell amandla until traffic starts moving because i’m actually afraid for my life)

@dayookeniyi: @elinafuhrman where do you keep your bleach

@alexanderludwig: it’s midnight somewhere ;)

@jackie_emerson: and it’s 2017 here which means i’ve still got time to leave you behind

@amandlastenberg: ELABORATE PLEASE

@isabellefuhrman: x

@willowshields: CALL 911 I REPEAT SOMEONE CALL 911 WE ARE VEERING WILDLY OFF THE ROAD

@dayookeniyi: time to burn the best of both worlds into my retinas to hopefully unsee what just happened

@amandlastenberg: things i can officially say i’ve done before 2017 ends: off-roading

@jackie_emerson: in la?????

@amandlastenberg: @jackie_emerson you can do anything you put your mind to

@willowshields: we’ll be spending 2018 in the hospital getting treated for whiplash

@dayookeniyi: @willowshields see this wouldn’t be a problem if you and amandla were still 10

@amandlastenberg: @dayookeniyi go back to your hannah montana marathon oladayo and leave me ALONE

@alexanderludwig: @amandlastenberg who the hell is oladayo

@dayookeniyi: @alexanderludwig ....that’s it i give up @amandlastenberg if i come stand outside isabelle’s house will you hit me and put me out of my misery

@amandlastenberg: @dayookeniyi you got it dude

@jackie_emerson: the rise of the little merquaid

@dayookeniyi: white people

@jackquaid92: STOP TELLING SOCIAL MEDIA ABOUT THIS GODDAMMIT

@amandlastenberg: i hope one of you knuckleheads has a hidden talent of being a mechanic because MY CAR SURE IS GONNA NEED THE TUNE UP

@madelinefuhrman: CAN YOU ALL GO HOME ALREADY

@isabellefuhrman: @madelinefuhrman you had your chance to get rid of them hours ago, time to make your bed and lie in it SIS

@madelinefuhrman: @isabellefuhrman don’t use my words against me or i’ll start tweeting out old diary entries now that alexbelle is a-happenin

@amandlastenberg: @madelinefuhrman YOU START HUNTING AND I’LL BE THERE IN UNDER 5 TO HELP YOU TWEET THEM OUT

@willowshields: @amandlastenberg SLOW THE FUCK DOWN I JUST SAW US PASS LIGHT

@jhutch1992: next year i’m gonna fly out to wherever the hell in the world you guys decide to be so i can spend new years with you guys instead of my redneck neighbors and malfunctioning roku

@jackquaid92: i nominate we all go to disney, and you foot the bill

@jhutch1992: @jackquaid92 why the hell should i pay when i have liam’s credit card information stored in my apple pay

@jackie_emerson: i’m with jack, let’s go to disney world next year!!!!

@isabellefuhrman: we just gotta make sure wherever we go, we give @amandlastenberg ample travel time or else she might blackmail mickey into stabbing us

@amandlastenberg: @isabellefuhrman i’m touched that you know me so well

@jhutch1992: @jackquaid92 @jackie_emerson @isabellefuhrman @amandlastenberg are you guys just gonna ignore the bit about my roku????

@jackie_emerson: @jhutch1992 you actually expected otherwise?

@isabellefuhrman: i hear tires squealing so i’m going to assume @amandlastenberg has finally arrived to the wasn’t-supposed-to-be-a-party party

@amandlastenberg: I AM HERE AND MY PHONE IS ON RECORD RESUME THE ALEXBELLE MAKEOUT SESSIONS BECAUSE I AM CLAIMING MY TITLE OF QUEEN OF THE INTERNET

@amandlastenberg: also pls let me in it’s cold

@dayookeniyi: WONDERFUL @amandlastenberg i’m waiting at the door with scissors, provide your license upon entry

@amandlastenberg: @dayookeniyi maybe in 2018 you’ll stop being so delusional

@willowshields: i have never been so grateful to see @alexanderludwig in my life

@alexanderludwig: um what are you talking about i’m a cATCH

@jackie_emerson: how to know you’ve gotten Desperate

@willowshields: @jackie_emerson you weren’t in that car

@amandlastenberg: WE WERE NOT GOING THAT FAST

@willowshields: @isabellefuhrman please lock @amandlastenberg outside bc lightning is about to strike her down

@alexanderludwig: you guys are going to leave behind this mess of USING ME AS A PUNCHING BAG IN 2017 DAMMIT

@jackie_emerson: they will be lowering you into the ground and i’ll still be throwing hands

@jackquaid92: if you haven’t shaken it by now, you never will dude

@alexanderludwig: @isabellefuhrman please protect me

@isabellefuhrman: @alexanderludwig you’re a good kisser but you’re an even greater punching bag xoxo

@jackquaid92: almost all of the gang back together again…..i wish i was in vegas with britney

@dayookeniyi: all we have to do is pull out a karaoke machine and put ludwig in some heels, it’ll practically be the same thing

@jackquaid92: @dayookeniyi how dare you liken ludwig to jesus spears

@isabellefuhrman: um do you not remember what happened when we went to go see taylor swift’s nye performance a few years ago in times square???????

@jackquaid92: @isabellefuhrman it was wonderful what are you talking about

@jackie_emerson: @jackquaid92 WE ALMOST GOT ARRESTED

@amandlastenberg: get off your PHONES AND ENTERTAIN ME

@jackquaid92: @amandlastenberg this is why we don’t invite you, you’re too high maintenance – always trying to build up more footage for your alexbelle/emerquaid repertoire

@amandlastenberg: @jackquaid92 okay first, i don’t buy that you know what the word repertoire means so get off dictonary.com and SECONDLY I HAVE A DUTY TO THE PEOPLE OF TUMBLR

@dayookeniyi: i thought i had seen it all tonight….and then someone mentioned the word ‘reputation’

@jackquaid92: BEST ALBUM OF 2018

@alexanderludwig: SAVED MY LFIE

@jhutch1992: WHAT IS THIS ABOUT QUEEN SWIFT

@isabellefuhrman: you had to know the taylor swift fan-men would be extra rabid on a full moon, dayo, it’s your own damn fault

@amandlastenberg: @jhutch1992 since when did you become a taylor swift fan

@jhutch1992: @amandlastenberg SINCE ALWAYS

@alexanderludwig: I DID SOMETHING BAD IS MY JAM SOMEONE CRANK IT UP

@willowshields: @alexanderludwig *pretends to be shocked*

@dayookeniyi: @isabellefuhrman suddenly your closet is looking more and more like a safe place to begin the new year

@isabellefuhrman: @dayookeniyi WHAT IS SO SCARY ABOUT MY CLOSET?!

@jackie_emerson: @isabellefuhrman sweetie, you can’t be that oblivious

@amandlastenberg: @jackie_emerson don’t speak so soon, this is the girl that’s had the hots for ludwig for how long now???

@isabellefuhrman: @jackie_emerson @amandlastenberg get out of my house

@jackie_emerson: maybe in 2018 i will join @levenrambin and break free of this thg twitter curse

@jackquaid92: maybe in 2018 alexander and isabelle will actually stay together

@isabellefuhrman: maybe in 2018 you all will stop coming to my house uninvited

@willowshields: maybe in 2018 amandla will get her license revoked and stop terrorizing the roads

@dayookeniyi: maybe in 2018 i will get to watch as the isabelle posters in nike come down

@isabellefuhrman: @dayookeniyi maybe in 2018 i’ll get you your aarp card for your birthday

@dayookeniyi: @isabellefuhrman I AM NOT THAT OLD DAMMIT

@isabellefuhrman: @dayookeniyi i’m sorry i don’t speak grandpa

@dayookeniyi: maybe in 2018 you people will stop being so SASSY

@jhutch1992: maybe in 2018 you guys will learn about this thing called communication

@alexanderludwig: maybe in 2018 (as in this week) when queen latifah’s funeral is televised you all will apologize and acknowledge that i’m not dumber than a bag of rocks

@amandlastenberg: 3 words, all of you: NEVER. GONNA. HAPPEN

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