#plus. 11 days straight

[lovelesslittleloser]

Guys

Guys look

I’m not only the 1%

I’m the 0.1%

@cyanidesymphoniesxylophones friend look I am the top percentage of rattata

[mbat]

dude i was going through my chats looking for something and i found this image again, the plan for me to make a drawing right.

and it gave me nostalgia despite only being from december lol. anyway that sketch turned into this

which then turned into. THIS

[luvyeni]

TAKE YOU HOME ๑. ( 박성훈 )

[ req? yes / no ]

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ──────── you and sunghoon never really got along , but you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat inside the parking lot of a mcdonald’s all because of the rain and jake …

( 対 ) park sunghoon + fem. reader wc. 2.5k genre · smut . contains! car sex , unprotected sex , language mature content. / back to library

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ i hope you like it !

smiling at the couple as you handed them the umbrella. “have a good night.” you watched them walking out into the night; the rain fell heavily from the sky , you sighed. “i didn’t bring an umbrella.” you whispered to yourself. looking at the time you took the hideous vest they made you wear off , placing it under the counter before you began to close the store down for the day.

“i don’t care jake you owe me; it’s pouring down rain and you have me going to the store for some stupid snack you saw on the internet.” sunghoon pushed the doors to the store open. “bro you have a car , plus it’s on your way here.” his friend said over the phone. “you don’t pay for my gas to be making all these requests , i’m hanging up.” he said , putting his phone into his pocket. “hello , we’re about to close — oh it’s you.” he heard your voice. ”we’re closed , sorry you may leave now.”

he scoffed; rolling his eyes. “i know you’re dumb , but i know you can see the sign that says you close at midnight and it’s only 11:30.” he said , walking past you, purposely bumping your shoulders , smirking as you let out a huff , walking behind the counter to ring him up. “hurry up, i don’t have all night.” you said , he looked at you , ignoring your words , continuing on his search.

sunghoon watched you stare out the door ; it was coming down even harder, it even began to thunder making you jump a bit; closing your eyes. he smiled to himself , covering it up with a cough when you turned to him. he found what he was looking for walking over to the counter putting it down. “finally , took you forever.” you said , ringing up his items. “your total is $20.43.”

“and a pack of smokes.” you huffed turning around , grabbing the pack of cigarettes into the bag. “it’s raining.” he said. “as you said before i’m not blind.” he sighed , your attitude making him frustrated. “i mean do you have a ride home?” you looked up from the cash register. “does it look like i have a ride sunghoon?” you said. “don’t be so rude , i know you can’t help it but at least try.” he said, rolling his eyes. “let me take you home.”

you were surprised; you and sunghoon couldn’t stand each other; you barely spoke and when you did it was nothing nice to each other — now he’s asking to take you home. “so you can kidnap me? no thanks.” you handed him the bag. “how would kidnapping you benefit me in anyways.” he spoke; the thunder booming; this time lightning flashing in the sky making you shriek. “look it’s bad outside and , it’s dark and dangerous out there.” he said. “i don’t like you but i don’t want you to die.” that couldn’t be far from the truth , in fact he adored you ; he loved everything about you ; but he could express it , so he shut down , choosing to be mean to you . “i have to close up the store.” you said , he shrugged. “i can’t wait.”

“what about your stuff?.” you pointed out. “it’s not mines , he’s jake’s and he didn’t pay for it so he can wait.” he said. “take me straight home.” you said. “i have no interest in taking you anywhere else.”

he actually waited in the store as you cleaned up; sitting at the table watching you as you swept and moped; putting back the snacks that were moved around. he listened to you humming to yourself , grunting while moving a heavy crate around. “stupid.” he said , standing up. “excuse me?” you asked , he walked over to you , taking the crate out of your hand. “next time ask for help , don’t lift things that you cant lift.

once the shock wore off you let out a nervous and obvious fake cough; why was he being so nice? “well i’m finished now, you can take me home.” you said collecting your things.” he followed behind you. “im not your chauffeur.” he said , standing behind you as you locked the door. “i’m just doing this so i don’t feel bad.” opening his car door , getting in the passenger's seat. “not like you have a conscience anyway “

he ignored your insult , starting his car up. “you’re a little wet , let me turn the heat on,” he said , reaching over to your side , looking up at you. “can you feel it?” you shuffled around in your seat a bit — when was he this good looking? “ye-yeah.” you stuttered , he sat up nodding. “let’s go.”

the ride was silent; real silent in fact, the rain pouring down on the car , the windshield wipers squeaking, you could hear it all , then his phone rang. “shit.” he picked it up speaker on, reading off the name with a sigh after. “what jake?” he said. “where are you , the store is 15 minutes away.” he yelled through the phone. “calm down i’m on the way.” sunghoon said. “no , don’t come , i need you to do something for me.”

“i want mcdonald’s.” you chuckled at the boy on the phone who whined. “is there someone with you?” jake asked. “who is with you?” sunghoon shook his head. “it’s yn.” it was silent for a second , before jake said something. “yn? have you hit your head?” you scoffed. “i can hear you jake.”

“oh.” he said. “hi yn , no offense and all but like why is she in the car with you; and how is the car not off in a ditch somewhere?” he did have a point , up until today you and sunghoon never got along. “it’s pouring outside man , i wasn’t gonna let her walk home , im not a monster.”

“good well then you won’t have any problem getting me mcdonald’s ; goodbye.” he hung up. “i’m not— he hung up on me.” he said , you laughed. “this funny?” you nodded. “very.” you shot back. “it’s right there , might as well.” you pointed to the store. “i’m hungry too.” the moment he heard that he was turning into the empty parking lot up to the drive through.

“i could’ve paid for my own food.” you said watching him drive around the empty lot ; finding a spot. “but you didn’t , get over it.” he said. “fine.” you mumbled under your breath. “why are we still in the lot?” you asked. “you said you were hungry , eat.” he said pulling out his burger. “i could’ve eaten when i gotten home.” you said. “what about jake’s food?” just hearing you talking about jake in anyway made him upset. “he didn’t pay for this or the stuff from the store and i know he won’t pay me back.” he started. “he can eat these cold fries or die.” you chuckled , he looked at you. “you found that funny?”

you nodded , taking a bite of your sandwich. “you’re funny when you want to be i guess park sunghoon.” you said to yourself , cheeks full of food , you looked so cute , it made him smile. “why’d you agree to take me home?” you asked , taking a bite of the fry. “because it’s pouring , you’ll get sick if you go out there.” he said. “yeah but you once laughed when i lost my voice , so i didn’t expect this from you.”

“i laughed because you lost it yelling at me.” he shot back. “it was payback.” he said. “that’s because you embarrassed me in front of heeseung.” you mumbled ; he frowned hearing the boys name , he knew you had a thing for the older boy. “that wasn’t gonna work out anyway.” he said. “and now do you know that?” he watched your lips turn into a pout. “because heeseung hyung has a girlfriend.” your eyes widened. “since when?” you asked. “since last year.”

“oh my god i’m so stupid.” you took a bite of your sandwich. “how did i not see that?” you said , he looked at you , noticing the ketchup on the corner of your mouth. “because you're oblivious.” he said. “to everything.” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “you have ketchup on your face.” he said. you hissed to yourself trying to wipe it off , missing everytime. “do dumb.” he said , his thumb coming up to you lip to wipe it , your eyes widened , feeling his thumb on your lip. “i got it.” he said.

your breath hitched; his eyes meeting your lips, making him subconsciously bite his , they were nice and full — he wanted to kiss them so bad, so he did. your eyes widened, feeling his lips on yours; shutting your eyes , almost melting into the kiss; before pulled away. “i- shit i’m sorry.” he said. “i didn’t mean to do that.” he quickly said. “do it again.”

both of you were surprised about the words that came out of your mouth. “wait huh?” you didn’t give him a chance to say any else before you were grabbing the back of his neck pulling him into a kiss. if someone would’ve told you this would happen , that you’d be kissing sunghoon in this parking lot , you’d laugh at them and call them crazy , but here you are , his hands tangled up in your hair as he slips his tongue inside your mouth ; groaning into the kiss.

he pulled away , smiling when your lips chased his. “so cute.” he gave you a few quick pecks on the lips. “you’re so cute.” you whined. “sunghoon.” he smirked. “how can i help you?” you rolled your eyes in annoyance , he grabbed your cheeks , shushing them. “don’t be a brat , just tell me what you want and you’ll get it , if you can’t speak then i guess i’ll just take you home.” he smirked seeing your eyes widened. “i want you.”

“yeah , what do you want?” he said, still holding your face. “come on , speak up. closed mouths don’t get fed.” he watched you search for the proper words , but it was hard when he was staring at you with a look that made you squirm in your seats. “speak.”

“can you touch me?” he let go of your cheeks. “go ahead and get into the backseat.” you quickly found yourself in the backseat of the man you claimed to dislike , undressing yourself as he got in the backseat. “come here.” he pulled you into his lap , his hands resting on your ass as he pulled you into another heated make out session , your thighs betraying you , moving back and forth against him , sighing at the friction.

“dirty girl , who told you to get off in my lap.” he bit your lip pulling away. “su-sunghoon.” he slapped your ass. “you want to get off?” he moaned feeling the friction of you in his pants; his cock begging to be freed and inside you. “go ahead , fuck yourself just like this.” you whined out. “i-i can’t.” his hand wrapping around your throat. “you can , and you will or i won’t let you cum at all.” he said. “now move faster.” you picked the paste , your panties sticky as he kept his hand wrapped around your throat as you dry humped him. “fuck i’m gonna ruin you.” he huffed.

that was then last thing you heard before the world went silent and you came. “that’s it , cum make a mess of yourself.” he cursed , needing to feel you. “i need to be inside you.” he toyed with your clothed cunt , pulling your panties to the side. “so wet , you made such a mess.” he groaned. “want you to make this mess all on my cock okay.”

both of you moaned as you sunk down on his lengthy cock. “oh shit , shit you’re so tight.” moaning , throwing his head back. “oh fuck.” you moaned , he held your hips as you began to rock back and forth. “shit i gotta feel you all the way.” he lifted you up off his lap , laying you down on the seat of his car. “need to be deep inside you.”

you clawed at his thick bicep as he filled you back up , his cock reaching and new depth inside you. “fuck sunghoon you’re so big.” he moaned , the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “so fucking , been wanting to fuck this pretty pussy for so long.” he confessed. “but you were too busy running this bratty mouth of yours.”

he began to pound into you. “i should stuff it with my cock , keep you from running it.” he growled. “you like that? want me to stuff my cock down your throat?” you nodded. “pl-please.” you gasped out , he smirked as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “maybe next time , you’re already so fucked out and i have to get you home.” he sped up , the car definitely was rocking back and forth , but neither one of you care. “sunghoon im gonna cum.”

his hands tightened around your throat. “do it - shit cum all over my cock.” he buried himself deep inside you , moaning loudly as you came , clenching around him. “oh fuck i’m gonna cum , fuck can i cum inside you?” he asked , you nodded. “please.” he gave you a few more thrust before completely stilling his hips, shooting ropes of cum into your pussy. “fuck yes.” he sighed , giving you small strokes , before pulling completely out of you , watching his cum leak out of you. “next time i’m fucking you in a bed , you made such a mess on my seats.”

“my shit is cold because you wanted to get nasty with yn in the backseat of your car.” jake scoffed standing at the microwave watching his food. “had my food around all that nastiness.” sunghoon rolled his eyes. “you could’ve door dashed.” jake turned around. “and pay $30 when i could get it for less 15 minutes from our house and you could’ve fucked yn in her house at a later time?” he said , but sungoon wasn’t listening he was already standing up. “where are you going?” jake asked mid rant. “where do you think?”

“to go fuck her at her house.”

©️LUVYENI

[rememberingwaves]

Locked in for a few days straight and emerged with 21~ pages of MYTH transcribed. Every song, every story, every monologue -- the only thing it's missing is the appendix, which I will probably... append.

Individual pages are under the cut -- it's a long post, so be warned!

Some notes:

In order to fill space and fit the kind of formatting I was going for, most stories (that we don't have the full versions of, so afaik all excluding five and six) have paragraphs of improvised flavour text -- so they are nowhere near fully canon!

There are a few other spots where I just used random words/phrases/quotes as flavour text. My BLUE AND BLACK FROM EDGE TO EDGE page uses an excerpt from deltarune that I quite liked.

Everything on these pages is handmade! The writing and illustrations were just done with pencil/pens I had on hand, and i used a typewriter for all of the print-y sections (e.g. all of the stories are typed out, plus the lighthouse audiobook).

This was a learning experience, and BOY is it ever scuffed -- but I'm happy with that! It was an insanely fun project to work on, and one I can wholly recommend to anyone with the time/resources for it.

In case tumblr massacres the quality, I also have a google drive link with all of the individual pages.

Pg. 1: Introduction, and the song in Story One.

Pg. 2: Story One and damaged goods.

Pg. 3: HEAVY RAIN ON HOT TIN ROOFS.

Pg. 4: Story Two and beach piano.

Pg. 5: The Girl Who Painted Death. (1/3)

Pg. 6: The Girl Who Painted Death. (2/3)

Pg. 7: The Girl Who Painted Death. (3/3)

Pg. 8: Story Three, tweezers and Excerpt from 'Lighthouses of the British Isles' (one).

Pg. 9: HYPNAGOGIC HALLUCINATIONS.

Pg. 10: the world's fair and Excerpt from 'Lighthouses of the British Isles' (two).

Pg. 11: NO KNOWN BEAST.

Pg. 12: Story Four.

Pg. 13: BLUE AND BLACK FROM EDGE TO EDGE.

Pg. 14: maybe when you see me next.

Pg. 15: WHOEVER FELT MOVED TO SPEAK.

Pg. 16: sink and ALONE, STILL DEEPER.

Pg. 17: Story Five and the nature of forms.

Pg. 18: A ROYAL TOMB, BUTTERFLIES IN A COLLECTOR'S CABINET and BONES.

Pg. 19: the library at the very bottom of this place.

Pg. 20: Story Six. (1/2)

Pg. 21: Story Six (2/2), A Call to Adventure and East of the Sun and West of the Moon.

All in all I can certifiably say that i am Very Normal About MYTH By TheNarcissistCookbook And Everybody Should Listen To It Forever.

Obligatory favourites of both albums are:

[jadore-f1]

HARD LAUNCHED| LN4 |Chapter 4

Synopsis ♡ A series of coincidences lead the world to thinking that you’re dating Lando Norris

Genre ♡ SMAU, Lando x Fem!reader, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, may be slightly suggestive in future chapters

Notes ♡ MDNI (no smut but I am a +18 blog), my first smau!

writing out a vlog was so challenging… never again. This fic is taking on a mind of its own. I had no irl timeline planned originally but now i guess we’re in the 2025 season 🤣

Face Claim ♡ Kianna Naomi (any other pics are for outfits and general vibes) all credit to pintrest for photos

INTRO – VLOG START

ON-SCREEN TEXT: “Saturday 7:45 AM”

"Good morning, you guys... it’s 7:45 and I’m trying to convince myself to get out of bed. I thought it would be cute to take you guys throughout the day with me!”

—

GETTING READY

ON-SCREEN TEXT: “7:51 AM”

[CAMERA: Bathroom mirror, brushing teeth, quick shots of skincare, hair tied back]

"Okay, so first things first! My morning routine. Just little skincare, and throwing on my running clothes. Today’s going to be packed, so I gotta get moving."

—

MORNING RUN

ON-SCREEN TEXT: “8:15 AM”

[CAMERA: POV of running, feet hitting pavement, nature shots]

"I always try to start the day with some kind of movement. Running clears my head and gives my mind like a blank canvas to work with for the day. Plus, I ran track in middle school so I like to keep my stamina up."

—

BACK HOME

ON-SCREEN TEXT: “8:55 AM”

[CAMERA: At desk, sipping water, typing on laptop, answering a phone call]

"After I get back, I shower and then it’s straight into emails and a couple of work calls. Between opening the studio and planning/shooting brand content, mornings are the only real ‘admin’ time I get."

“This is also around the time my bestie decides to start her day.”

[CAMERA: pans to best friend- still half asleep in kitchen starting coffee pot]

“Say good morning to the people (F/N)!”

“How do you have this much energy right now.”

—

BREAKFAST

ON-SCREEN TEXT: “9:30 AM”

[CAMERA: Kitchen, making a smoothie bowl, cutting fruit, plating neatly]

"Eating early in the morning makes me nauseous more often than not so I like to keep it light but still full of energy. I made a quick smoothie bowl today. Nothing fancy, just something to keep me going until lunch. Side note- Have y'all seen those dry yogurt bowls? I’ve never had one but the texture creeps me out. Also, how cute does this look?!"

—

HEADING TO STUDIO

ON-SCREEN TEXT: “10:00 AM”

[CAMERA: In the car, driving, entering the dance studio with keys]

"Studio time! This is honestly my second home. I’ve been coming here for as long as I can remember. It took a lot of work and trust for the owner to let me start opening, but I eventually proved myself capable. I usually open up around 10, check on everything, and start prepping for the morning yoga class."

—

YOGA CLASS + CLEANING

ON-SCREEN TEXT: “11:00 AM”

[CAMERA: Soft lighting, yoga class clips, mats laid out, cleaning mirrors after class]

"Our yoga crew is the sweetest. I want to do puppy yoga but my boss said no. After class, I always make time to reset the space. Clean the floors, mirrors, props. I like everything to feel fresh for the dance classes."

“My personal goal is to start teaching my own Floor-work slash heels class sometime this year. We just don’t have the time slot for it currently.”

—

LUNCH BREAK

ON-SCREEN TEXT: “12:30 PM”

[CAMERA: Sitting on studio couch]

"Lunch today is super simple, just a wrap and some fruit. I’ve got about 30 minutes before the tiny dancers come in, so I’m just taking a sec to breathe."

—

CHILDREN’S CLASS

ON-SCREEN TEXT: “1:00 PM”

[CAMERA: Fast-paced clips of kids stretching, dancing, laughing, dancing games]

"The beginner kids class is always the highlight of my day. They’re full of energy, and sometimes chaos but it’s definitely the good kind."

—

HOME + Q&A

[CAMERA: Back at home, changing into different outfit, setting up camera/tripod]

"I’m back home and now it’s time for our Q&A! Earlier this week I asked you guys to send me some of your burning questions and wow did you guys deliver.”

“I made a list of the ones asked the most so let’s just dive right in!”

Okay but… are you actually dating Lando Norris?

“This was by FAR the most asked question! So I’m officially setting the record straight, No we’re not dating. It was just some weird coincidences blown way out of proportion. I honestly thought about burning that cursed jersey but I paid way too much money for it at a charity shop so now it’s just a souvenir for the weirdest moment in my life.”

How long have you been a dancer?

“Since I could stand on my own two feet! I started off with ballet like everyone does but once I started to come into my own, I moved more towards hip-hop and eventually found ‘Heels Classes’ and fell in love.”

What was it like seeing your name in those gossip columns?

“Shocking to say the least. I literally told my best friend that it felt like I was in some poorly written fanfiction haha!”

Did anyone reach out to you after the rumors started?

“Yes everything was cleared up and there is no bad blood on either side!”

What’s it like being an American in England? I want to move there once I graduate.

“This is a bit of an odd question for me specifically because it’s not like I waited until I was 18 and just moved across the globe alone. My family moved here from the States when I was around 14 or so for my dads job. Obviously I hated it back then and was a very angsty teen about it but now looking back I definitely think I got the best of both worlds in a way.”

Do you feel pressure to post or not post certain things now?

“Absolutely not! I know some of my dance covers are kind of more on the risqué side but I'm an adult and I would hope most of my target audience is the same! You’re responsible for the content you see so if you don’t like it? Block me!”

Did you know about Formula 1 before all of this?

“Haha- I actually didn’t! I knew of Lewis Hamilton because duh everyone knows Lewis Hamilton but I had no clue what F1 was or how big it was. I did watch the latest race though just to see what the hype was about and I can say that I am a little intrigued.”

“Wouldn’t that be so wild though, this whole experience happened and I actually turned into a F1 fan.”

How did you deal with the hate you got from the scandal?

“Not very well I can tell you that much. Umm it was all very sudden you know? One minute I'm just posting and living life as usual and then the next I’m getting the most vitriol messages in my inbox.

It was extremely hard to like rationalize that these people didn’t know me, yet could just look at me and say the most vile things imaginable. It put me in a very dark place mentally for a while.

So yeah the only thing I could do was step away from my socials for a minute and surround myself with my support system. I definitely wouldn’t wish that type of hate on anyone.”

“All that being said, I would just like to take a moment to say be kind to others— especially online! You never know what anyone is going through and just because you say something behind a screen doesn’t mean it can’t have real life repercussions. Let’s all work on being a more positive community and spreading kindness always!”

OUTRO

"And that’s a wrap on today! Thanks for spending the day with me. It was a busy one, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Make sure to like, subscribe, and drop a comment if you want to see a full behind-the-scenes of a class!"

“Thanks for watching!”

—

Uh-oh 🙈 What could possibly go wrong! Thanks for reading i’ll see yall next chapter! 💋

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[hoasvuon]

(12:31 AM)

jeonghan never used to understand why anyone would want to leave the house after 11 pm. after all, his days were so long and all he wanted to do after work was lay down, drown himself under a pile of blankets, and go straight to bed.

plus, eating so late at night meant his body would have to spend even more time to digest the food late at night, and he would have to wake up bloated and still half full. which meant that often times, he would skip dinner, opting simply to crawl into his bed and rot away until the next day. i'll just deal with it tomorrow by eating extra well at breakfast and lunch, he'd always tell himself.

that is, before he met you.

now his nights were filled of random adventures, running with you to the local convenience store to grab kimbap and ice cream, or to the stand down the street that sold udon noodles at nearly all hours (hannie try some it's so good!).

and tonight was one of those lucky nights. around 12 am, jeonghan woke up to you softly tugging on his sleeve. still half asleep, he simply pulled you in closer and tucked your head into his chest before kissing the top of your head.

"what's wrong baby", he mumured, lips still planted on your head.

"hannie ... on a scale of 1 to 10 ... how mad would you be if i told you i wanted kbbq" you whispered.

finally opening his eyes, he saw you staring up at him, eyes wide with a small, hopeful smile on your face.

"negative 1, you know i'm always down for whatever you want" he replied.

you shot up in bed, clapping your hands quietly. "oh i'm so excited! i was worried you'd be mad, or worse, not want to go! ok let me grab my hoodie and we can go, ok?" you said hurriedly.

jeonghan looked at you from the bed as you flurried around the room to find a hoodie to take, smiling fondly. after all, he could never get mad at you for anything, especially not for your random late night food cravings.

tonight you wanted korean barbecue. that meant he could sit flush next to you, blaming his clinginess on the fact that it was so late and he was still sleepy. you'd definitely feed him, feeling guilty for dragging him out of bed. and then he could leave soft kisses on your cheeks as 'thank you's when you remembered to order some fried rice at the end, his favorite.

and no matter how many times you would apologize as you walked back home, clock striking nearly two or three in the morning, all he could see is your face, lit up in front of him and he'd tell himself he would do it all over again just to see you smile. especially when that meant he was able to see you in his hoodie (you always seemed to "not be able" to find yours in time to leave), head burrowed into his side as pulled the covers over the both of you, eyes twinkling at him, murmuring soft praises that he 'finally ate well for once'. plus, in the middle of the night, it meant that he could hold you extra. tight against his body, excusing it to the fact that his body hadn't yet adjusted from the cold temperature outside.

"i love you" you'd say softly, before falling asleep.

i love you too

[nataliasquote]

Honesty | n romanoff

beep beep bitch

summary: College. A horrendous prospect for any graduating high school student. But it's not so bad when you're going with your best friend... who's going to be your roommate. Plus, Kaia and Yelena have been inseparable since 5th grade. This seems like the perfect scenario. But Natasha Romanoff doesn't agree. As a junior in college, the thought of having her little sister and best friend coming to terrorise her life and ruin the reputation that she had built up so well... it made her feel sick. It's fine. She could just avoid them... right?

pairings: enemies-to-…, (nat, O!C)…

wc: 4.4k

note: if you’ve read this before, you’re a real one. i’m bringing it onto tumblr to motivate me to update, and with all the yelena hype rn, I thought we could all do with some bestfriend!yelena content… :) nat appears more in the next few chapters, don’t worry :))

-⧗-

The classic ringing of an incoming facetime call sounded through the speakers of a MacBook, which made a rather exhausted 18 year old leap up from her sprawled out place on her bed. She threw herself onto her spinning desk chair, which spun a bit too far, meaning she had to grab the edge of her desk and haul herself back around before she fell off.

She lifted the lid and quickly typed in her password as an excited face filled the screen, their voice far too loud as the volume had been left turned all the way up from last night's dance session. Dark curly hair swung against her back as the girl winced at her friend's squeal.

"Have you looked?" The blonde girl screeched, far too close to the camera to create a flattering angle.

"Lena, it's 8am. It's a miracle I'm awake at this point." Kaiiarina groaned before she was cut off by a yawn, which only emphasised her point. She'd been awake since 7, knowing that today was one of the most important days of her life. Every possibility and outcome of her future was shuffled through her head as she tried to grasp any ounce of sleep that made itself available to her. But instead of blissful dreams, she was faced with pits of anxiety that made her dream feel like her worst nightmare.

"We promised we'd open them together, so hurry up!" Yelena was horrendously impatient, which was a huge contrast to Kaia's more laid back approach in life. But they'd planned this day since they were 11 years old, having been inseparable since they were 6.

Their first day of ballet class. Yelena was only there because Melina wanted her to follow in Natasha's footsteps; the golden child. But, naturally, the blonde wanted to be anywhere else, so she was stubborn in not moving from her spot on the bench. Her hair was pulled up into what could have been a neat bun, but she had wriggled so much that her baby hairs were everywhere.

Kaia, on the other hand, couldn't have been more different. Her uniform was pristine, tiny feet slipped into perfectly tied ballet shoes. Her almost black hair was pulled into a braided bun, secured perfectly on the top of her head, not a single hair out of place. She sat on the bench with her back straight, her hands folded in her lap. She looked alert, attentive; her blue eyes wide as she took in every person who walked past. She looked in wonder at the older girls who walked past, admiring their pointe shoes with lust. She was going to be like them one day.

Their teacher called everyone into the studio as a group, knowing a lot of the children would be nervous. Kaia walked in with her head held high; this was where she was meant to be. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yelena putting up a fight with her mother, who was trying to coax her defiant 6 year old from the bench.

What spurred her to do this was a complete mystery, but Kaia found herself wandering over to Yelena and extending out her hand.

"I'm Kaia." Was simply all she said. Yelena stopped squirming, peering up at the girl with her big green eyes. She looked at her mother briefly, who just smiled.

"Yelena."

"You know that class is about to start, right?" Kaia stated, confused as to why the girl wasn't in the studio like everyone else.

"Yes. But I'm not going." The young Russian was stubborn and folded her arms over her chest, pouting slightly.

"Ballet isn't sissy, you know. It's strong. You don't see the 'tough' boys doing it, do you?" Yelena shook her head, slightly confused at her point. Kaia leaned towards Lena and whispered in her ear. "It's because they can't handle it. They're not strong like we are."

Yelena smiled at the thought of being stronger than the boys in her class. She was fiercely competitive and she revelled in the idea of being better at something than someone else. Kaia's hand was still outstretched and so the blonde Russian took it gladly, their tiny hands clasping tightly together.

Melina watched the girls disappear into the glossy studio, a proud smile on her face. Those girls were going to be best friends, she just knew it.

And she was exactly right. Kaia transferred to Yelena's school in 2nd grade, and they became inseparable. Even the teachers knew they wouldn't be able to find one without the other 2 steps behind. And when one of them were sick and off school... it was like the one left behind was missing a limb.

When they transferred to middle school together, they made a pact. The girls would go to the same high school and the same college.

And that day had finally come. Acceptance letters were being sent out and the girls had applied to the same university. Which was what prompted Yelena's early morning facetime call.

Kaia scrolled through her emails, her heart pounding out of her chest. This was what they'd worked towards for 4 years. Their extra-curricular activities, sports, dance, languages... everything leading up to this moment.

"Oh fuck." Kaia muttered, seeing the email appear in her inbox. "I've got it."

On the other side of the screen, Yelena had her email open too, the link tempting her mouse, but also making her hesitate. What if their plan didn't work out?

"Wait." Yelena rushed, making Kaia freeze. "Whatever happens, we stay best friends, right?"

"I can't believe you just asked me that question Belova." Kaia scoffed, slightly offended as she adjusted the neck of her hoodie.

"I just had to be sure. Okay," Yelena let out a big breath. "It's now or never."

There was silence on both ends of the call as they waited for the link to load up. Time seemed to slow down, seconds turning into minutes as the loading circle span round and round. Yelena had picked up a hair tie and was spinning it around her finger as Kaia chewed on the edge of her thumb.

But the circle stopped spinning. The girls stopped fidgeting. They both held their breath as a message appeared on their screens.

Pale Oak University is delighted to offer you a place on your chosen course. We hope that you accept our offer and will join us in August on campus. Please click 'confirm choice' at the bottom of the page to secure your place.

But neither of them said anything. They tried to read each other's expressions as they looked back at the camera, but they were so scared of not going to the same college that neither wanted to burst the bubble.

But Kaia couldn't help let a small smile slip, which prompted Yelena to do the same.

"Did you-"

"Are you-"

Both girls started to speak at the same time but paused for the other continue. Kaia just nodded at Yelena's question, not trusting her voice to be strong enough to speak.

"Oh my god, me too." Lena's voice came out as nothing more than a hushed whisper, her hands flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.

"Lena." Kaia croaked out, a tear slipping down her cheek. "We did it." She laughed lightly, which blended into a choked sob.

"We really did it."

"We fucking did it!" Kaia leaped out of her chair, spinning around like an excited puppy. "Mama! Dad! We did it! I got in!" Although she was still on facetime, Kaia sprinted downstairs to find her parents, screaming her results to them.

On the other side of the screen, Yelena did the same thing, racing into the kitchen where her parents and sister were sat.

"I GOT IN!" She announced as she skidded to a halt in her fluffy socks, grabbing onto the back of a chair so she didn't slip. "I'm going to Pale Oak!"

Melina and Alexei scooped their youngest into a huge group hug as they cheered, leaving Natasha sitting alone at the table. She would have joined in, if it wasn't for the news that her little sister was going to be at the same university that she was currently at.

"Natasha, come and congratulate your sister. You know out of everyone just how hard the entry process is." Melina said, giving her 20 year old daughter a stern look as she rolled her eyes.

"Nice job Yelly." Nat said, ruffling her sister's hair, purposely messing it up even further. "Just don't bother me okay? I don't want you hanging onto me all the time. It's annoying."

"Natasha be nice." Alexei said disapprovingly. "Your sister is blessing to us all. We are so so proud." He pulled Yelena into his side, which she did not appreciate as she pushed him away with a disgusted look.

"Don't worry Nat. I've got Kaia. We're gonna be just fine."

Nat's head whipped round and she stared at her sister with a raised brow. "Wait... Kaia's going?"

"Duh. She's my best friend." Yelena rolled her eyes, not believing her sister's comment.

Nat shrugged, turning back to her phone. "Wow. Didn't know she had what it took." She mumbled under her breath for only Yelena to hear.

Rage flooded the blonde's cheeks and she clenched her fists at her side. "You're a bitch." she spat through gritted teeth, before marching up the stairs and slamming her door shut, slumping onto her chair in front of her laptop where Kaia was waiting.

"I'm guessing Nat didn't take it too well then." Kaia quipped, throwing an m&m up in the air before catching it in her mouth.

"You know me too well."

"No, well yes, but I also know just how much your sister hates me." Natasha always had a distaste for Lena's best friend, but no one quite knew why. Maybe it was due to them being in the same ballet class, despite Kaia being 2 years younger, or maybe how much time Kaia spent at the Romanoff's. But the brunette didn't really care. Having Nat like her wasn't exactly on the top of her to do list.

"Well, forget about her. She's not going to ruin it for me, or for you. We've had everything planned out since we were 10 years old Ky, and it's actually going to happen."

"Still gonna be roommates right?" Kaia asked, reading over the email one more time to cement it into her brain. It still felt surreal that they were actually going to college. No more high school. No more living at home. No more living 25 minutes away from each other. It was perfect.

"If you really think I'm gonna sleep in the same room as some random ass girl who snores and talks in her sleep, then think again. I'm sleeping with you or not sleeping at all."

"Well then I think we need to contact someone about it, because I don't even know if you can pick your roommates."

"I'll just say I have major attachment issues and breakdown into floods of tears whenever I'm not around you." Yelena said, spinning around on her chair before getting distracted by her massive shark plushie. She reached for it and pulled it onto her lap, stuffing her face into its fur.

Kaia just rolled her eyes. Yelena was always one for the dramatics. "Well that's going to work so well seeing as we are taking different majors, but sure." Yelena was majoring in sports science, seeing as she was on the women's football team and she loved it with all of her heart. Ballet was never really her thing, so as soon as she could quit, she did.

Kaiiarina was majoring in dance and they both were taking a Russian language class, as it was easy credits seeing as they both wanted to be fluent in their 'motherland' language.

"Well if that doesn't work, we can just get your brother to intimidate them all into putting us together." JB Lenkov (or James Buchanan) was in the army and had been away for 8 months. He was 5 years older than Yel and Kaia, so they joked about him a lot. Plus, he did try to ask Natasha out on a date, only to be turned down by her harsh words. "If you have a dick, I'm not into you."

"Let's just email them. See what they say." Kaia clicked on the email link, excitement surging through her body. It felt real now. But with the excitement came a lot of nerves. The kind that sent butterflies swarming in all different directions, extending from her fingertips to the depths of her stomach. A nauseating feeling descended in her throat, but she swallowed it down.

New experiences weren't really her thing. She grown a lot more self conscious from the bold and daring 6 year old she once was, but within the duo she was still the sensible and down to earth one. A stickler for the rules, which Yelena often felt were mere suggestions.

"I know its 8:30, but something in my body is screaming for a Starbucks right now, and unfortunately my asshat of a sister won't drive me." Yelena peaked over the top of her shark, which she had nicknamed Brucie, and batted her eyelashes rather dramatically at her best friend, who payed absolutely no notice to her.

"Kaia..." Still nothing.

"Ky!" Crickets.

"Kaiiarina!" Oh now she'd done it. The brunette's blue eyes seemed to darken as she peered up at the camera, narrowing her eyes into what became a bone chilling glare.

"Yelena Fyodorovna Belova. Did you just use my government name?" Although she was joking, Kaia made no effort to smile or even lighten her expression, loving how scared her friend looked. Similarly to a deer in headlights.

Lena flashed a sheepish smile. "Coffee?" Was all she offered, trying to hit Ky's sweet spot. "Caramel iced coffee?" Kaia was still glaring. "I'll buy you a blueberry muffin."

Now that was a deal breaker. "Even when I hate your guts, you still manage to win me over." Kaia groaned, pushing away from her desk and wheeling over to her closet whilst still sat on her chair. She grabbed a jacket and stood up, walking over to her table to grab her keys. "I'll be there in 20. Be ready or I'm taking Nat instead." She leaned over her laptop and hovered her mouse over the red 'end call' button.

"Oh wow. Threat of the century." Yelena feigned offense and Kaia blew a raspberry. Childish, yes, but

"Bye bitch."

-⧗-

Kaia's family was rich, very rich, but it hadn't gone to her head like many privileged girls she could mention. Her father was the CEO of a major jewellery company back in Russia, that had gone global in the last 10 years.

She had all the physical signs of a rich girl; expensive clothes, dainty jewellery, designer sunglasses that were nearly always placed in her wavy hair, pristinely manicured nails and of course, her most prized possession... her tesla. It was an extravagant 18th birthday gift from her father, and as normal as it seemed in a life like hers, Kaia burst into tears when she saw the sparkling white car parked on their driveway.

Yelena seemed more eager to show off Kaia's new car than she was, hopping into the front seat and immediately connected her phone to the aux, Mitski blasting at full volume.

And even though it had been 6 months since Ky's birthday, Yelena still clambered into the sleek white car with a gleeful expression, her phone ready in her hand to Bluetooth. Kaia's once peaceful music was soon replaced with songs more to Yelena's taste, reflecting her wild and chaotic personality.

"This is just like a free taxi service for you isn't it?" Kaia commented as Yelena clearly made herself comfortable, her hands adjusting the direction of the aircon as Kaia pulled away from the drive.

"Yeah, but you're rich so it's fine." It was true. Kaia didn't care about giving Yelena lifts. And besides, it's not like she payed for the electricity that powered her car.

10 minutes later she swerved into the Starbucks parking lot, a smile gracing her face as she saw the all-too-familiar store. The girls pushed the doors open and went inside to order their drinks. Yelena offered to collect their drinks so Kaia took a seat in a booth next to the window and peered outside, watching the hustle and bustle of the world outside.

Her hand was propped up under chin and she soon drifted into her thoughts, trying to process the events of this morning even though it was only 9:20am.

Yelena observed her best friend from afar, watching how she retreated into her head. She knew Kaia's concerns about college, especially with Natasha who was also doing the same course. The tension between the 2 could be cut clearly with a knife, which made thanksgiving and birthdays slightly awkward. But Yelena's outlandish personality always helped muffle the discomfort with a joke or a random song, which Kaia was thankful for.

She carried their coffees and blueberry muffins over to the table and slid in opposite Kaia, who was still staring into space out of the window. Her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth and Lena could feel Ky's knee bouncing up and down as their legs touched under the table.

"Hey. Kaia." Yelena said gently, placing her hand on her friend's knee. "I got that muffin you wanted." She slid the muffin across the table and watched as Kaia's eyes flickered into focus and she took a deep breath.

"I was beginning to think you'd forget." She joked, taking a sip of her coffee and smiling at the taste. Her grin was slightly forced and Yelena could tell it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Yelena laughed, her adorable giggle making Kaia smile harder. "Me? Forget? Never." She watched as her best friend slowly picked apart her muffin, breaking it into pieces on the wrapper. "What's going on?"

Kaiiarina sighed. Her anxiety wasn't anything new, and the duo had learned to cope with it really well. Yelena was goofy but always understanding, switching her naturally comedic tone to a more serious one when she needed to. And she was an excellent observer, which definitely came in handy as Kaia usually withdrew into herself whenever anxiety took over.

"Oh nothing." She said casually, more so to convince herself than Yelena. "It's just- well, college is a lot."

Yelena knew where this was coming from. They'd spoken about it a few times, but Ky still struggled to wrap her head around it. "Yeah... but it's not different for us."

"Why?" Kaia questioned as she bit into a chunk of muffin. A blueberry exploded on her tongue and sent a fuzzy feeling in her stomach. That's why those muffins were her favourites.

"Because we're still together. And we always will be."

Kaia thought for a moment as she chewed. Yes, they would be together, but they'd also be around Natasha and a bunch of new people they'd never seen before. Plus, they were doing different courses which meant different people, different professors, different buildings, different schedules... it was a lot.

Yelena took her silence as a hint to keep talking. "You're worried about Nat aren't you?"

"No." Kaia snorted. "Well... I'm hoping your sister is too busy to worry about making my life a living hell... but you know..." she trailed off and Yelena smiled, having figured out the root of her worries.

"You'll be fine. Besides, you won't even see her. You have me instead!"

"Hmmm... I wonder which Romanoff-Belova sibling I like best..." Kaia pretended to think long and hard, knowing it would mess with Yelena all too well.

Yelena narrowed her eyes and lined up a blueberry to flick, her lips curling into a pout. "For the sake of your white sweatshirt, you better say me. Or I'm gonna find another roommate."

"Okay Miss 'I breakdown in tears when I'm not around you'. Can't fool me Belova.". A smug expression crossed Kaia's face and Yelena huffed, sinking into the soft leather seat as she tossed the blueberry into her mouth and chomped on it with force.

"I hate you." She mumbled, glaring around the half empty coffee shop as her arms folded across her chest and one foot came to rest on the maroon seat.

Kaia chuckled at her childish behaviour, expecting nothing less. "No you don't."

With her infamous pout and inability to look her friend in the eye, Yelena answered "Yes I do" whilst eyeing up the baristas working quickly behind the counter, taking drive-thru orders as they drizzled caramel onto several frappuccinos.

"Okay then. See you around." Kaia grabbed her keys and iced latte and made a move to stand up from the booth, before Yelena put her leg on her seat so she couldn't get out. "No wait! I need a lift!"

Kaia sat down with a scoff. "Wow... so you are using me!"

"Yeah I am." Yelena said with no shame with a mouth full of muffin. "What about it?"

"Remind me why I'm friends with you again?"

"Because you need someone with good music taste to test your car speakers. And someone to bring banners to your dance recitals." A cheeky glint shone in Yelena's eyes as Kaia groaned, her head falling into her hands at the memory.

"No! Never again." She peeked through her fingers to see her best friend sniggering, to which she kicked her rather hard in the shin, earning a pained yelp from the blonde. "You may find it hilarious, but I will never live that down. I almost got kicked off the team for that!"

Yelena rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up. Natty was only jealous because I didn't make her a sign. She would never kick you off. You're too good. They need you to win." She was right. Kaia was unbelievably talented, although she would never admit it.

One of the many things the girls had in common was their dedication. When they wanted something, they were some of the most driven teenagers around. Both sets of parents were proud, although Yelena's showed it a lot more than Kaia's did. Her's seemed to think that the money they gave her was enough to make up to the detached and cold behaviour they showed towards her and her brother. But it just brought the siblings closer than they ever would be.

"We have 3 months until college. What the fuck are we gonna do?" Yelena asked, slurping the last of her coffee. It seemed like a hell of a long time to sit around stressing, which is what Kaia would do.

"We need to buy stuff for our dorm. And I want to go to the beach."

"Okay Ky that's boring stuff. I'm talking sleeping under the stars, going to haunted houses, days at the lake, getting drunk whenever we want! We have all this time and no pressure to do anything. We can't waste it!"

Kaia chewed on her lip before smiling. The sun as shining and it was warm. Perfect May summer weather. "Okay fuck it. Lake day?" She asked, grabbing her keys and adjusting her sunglasses on her head.

"I love you!"

They dumped their trash and ran out to the car, jumping in before racing home to collect their stuff. Kaia's parents weren't home (surprise surprise) so she didn't need to ask permission from anyone. And Yelena never asked permission She was 18 and frankly Melina and Alexei trusted her enough for her to do what she wanted.

"First day of stress free summer is about to commence!" Yelena announced when they were both back in the car. The electric guitar intro of 'Sweet Child O'Mine' blared through the tesla speakers as they pulled out of the driveway and it suddenly felt real.

It was summer.

They were going to college.

Together.

10 year old Kaiiarina and Yelena would be proud.

part 2

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The Art of Etiquette Part 11 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: The days leading up to the ball become fewer but a harsh reality hits you leaving you more conflicted than you already were. Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 2k~ Warnings: No real warnings a/n: So yeah...it's been a while. Sorry it took me so long to update this story and sorry it's so short but I wanted to bring this one back into the light. I know I keep on saying the ball is in the next chapter but it really will be in part 12 I promise. I wanted to make this chapter longer but I figured I made you guys wait long enough...plus I needed to reintroduce something I spoke about in the first chapter. Start from the beginning

The next couple of days go by in a blur. 

Extra long lessons with Jungkook after my seemingly never ending lectures have my head pounding. 

"Miss y/n?" my professor calls me over to his desk, finishing up my last lecture before I have to go see Jungkook. "Yes?" I ask and wait patiently for him to hopefully get to thee point sooner rather than later. 

"The submission deadline for the writing contest is this weekend. Have you submitted your piece?" he asks, looking up at me through his glasses from his seated position.

I curse at myself internally, having completely spaced about it.

"I haven't but I plan on doing so as soon as I can! The deadline is Sunday night right?" I pray, hoping that I'm correct. "It's Saturday night at 11:59 pm. Do you think you'll be able to complete it in time?" he questions, adjusting his glasses. 

"Yes, of course. They won't be holding the awards ceremony until next month though correct?" I ask and he hums, confirming my suspicions. "Should be around two or three weeks after depending on how many submissions they get" 

I nod and thank him once more for the opportunity and luckily the reminder as well and quickly rush out. I choose to text Jungkook this time the reason why I'll be a few minutes late again, hoping that'll keep him from nagging me about it too much

~~~~~

"You seem...distracted today" Jungkook points out, watching as I wondered off in thought for the fifth time today. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. What were you saying?" I ask, feeling guilty since he's gone out of his way to go through the guest list of the rsvp'd attendees of the ball this weekend. Making sure to tell me a little about each family to hopefully prepare me for the kinds of people that'll be there and how to compose myself around them.

"Let's take a break, otherwise you'll start mixing everyone up" he chuckles and sits down in a chair that's more or less facing me. 

"Are you alright?" he asks, tilting his head and taking note of the wrinkles between my brows as I'm clearly fighting some sort of internal battle that doesn't involve him today. 

"I have this writing contest that I had completely forgotten about and the due date is this Saturday" I sigh, slumping in my chair but this time he luckily doesn't scold me for it. 

"The same day as the charity ball..." he trails off and I nod, covering my face with my hands.

"He told me about it over a month ago" I grumble and Jungkook chuckles warmly at my inner turmoil. I groan as a response and he decides to not tease me about it anymore. 

After a while of sitting in silence he pulls my hands away from my face, making me glare at him as a response.

"Today is Tuesday correct?" he asks and I respond with a sigh of a small 'yes'. "I have an idea then" he says, peaking my interest. "Why don't we spend part of our time on our lessons and the rest of the time on your paper" he offers making my brows furrow.

"You'd do that for me?" I say, sitting up straight in my chair, trying to figure out if this is a joke or not but he simply nod.

"I don't see why not. You've been doing well in all of your lessons with me and I think you're more than prepared for the ball so there's no need to beat a dead horse. We'll just spend a little bit of our time getting to know the attendees and do a dance or two to keep you sharp and then I'll help you with your paper" he says and get's up to clear a space on his desk. 

"You'll help me?" I question, his willingness to sacrifice our lesson time for my extracurriculars surprising.

"I know it's important to you and if there's any way I could be of any sort of help to you then just let me know. You can work at my desk if you'd like" he says, picking up my bag that he knows has my laptop in it and bringing it over to said desk. 

It's times like these where he's sending me mixed signals of going from an etiquette teacher to someone who seems to truly care about me that makes me almost want to ask him questions like 'What are we?' or 'What are your intentions with me?' but even that last one is too open ended. 

"Are you alright?" he asks, when I haven't moved a muscle to walk over to his desk yet leaving me shaking my head in a way to get me out of my train of thought. 

"Yes. Sorry, yes I'm fine. I'm just trying to figure out what sort of topic I'd like to write about" I explain, owning up to what my partial train of thought might've been earlier. 

"Well what sort of contest is it? Is it for an article? A study?" he asks, going at it with a more academic approach, which makes sense in this case it's anything but that.

"It's creative writing. Basically anything from stories of love to poems of heartbreak to even the most suspenseful horror thrillers you could come across!" I say, getting more excited as time goes by, thinking about all the possibilities and topics I could write about. 

Picking one though is going to be difficult.

"Have you chosen your genre yet?" he asks and I plop myself down on his desk chair, sighing and opening up the blank document that I've been staring at off and on for weeks. 

"You haven't even started it?" he sighs and I shake my head, disheartened at the thought of waisting so much of my precious free time with nothing to show for it.

"What do you usually write about?" he asks, helping me work through the creative process. "Mostly love stories" I sigh and when I look up at him I see him smiling down at me, "Don't laugh" I glare and he holds his hands up in surrender. 

"I wasn't laughing, I was smiling. There's a difference" he smirks and brings a chair over to sit near me. "Yeah well don't do that. It makes me feel like you're mocking me for being a lovesick schoolgirl" I grumble and he chuckles. 

"Aren't you?" he says, resting his elbow on the desk and propping his chin on his fist, giving me that infuriatingly attractive grin he knows does wonders on a girl's nervous system. "No, I'm not. Now would you please be quiet if you're not going to be helpful" I huff, pulling the flyer out of my bag and giving it a once over. 

"Okay enough with the teasing I'll help" he says and looks over my shoulder to check it out as well before I hand it to him and go looking through my Pinterest board to see if I can find some inspiration.

"Have you ever written a love story set in the eighteen hundreds? Something to do with kings and queens? Princes and Princesses?" he suggests and I know for a fact that I haven't. "Isn't that a little too cheesy with the whole fairytale kind of route?" I say, pointing out how cliché it would be.

"Not if I help you" he offers and I look at him suspiciously. "What sorts of people do you think I would have to study in order to be a proper etiquette teacher?" he says, his words answering the question I had telepathically asked. 

"I guess you'd be the perfect collaborator in that respect" I admit and he nods and moves his chair closer making me lean away from him as a response. 

"You know I don't bite pretty now come on, we've got some work to do" he taunts, slipping in that pet name he knows messes with my head, leaving me scoffing in response before turning back to the blank document staring me in the face on my computer screen. 

~~~~~

The next two days we do just as he had said, spending an hour or two on my lessons and the rest on my story. However rushed it is I feel like it's my best story yet. 

The research on the time period has been simple since Jungkook's had all the answers and if not he finds them out for me, making this whole piece seem even more authentic.

When I take breaks Jungkook pours over the text, doing edits here and there and talking me through the scenes to help formulate some parts a little more artistically, making the regal setting come to life. 

Friday has been a different story, as both deadlines approach us the time we have left is in conflict of where our priorities should lie.

"We can skip our lesson today" Jungkook finally says after I've put my heels on. "But tomor-" "You're ready" he say, cutting me off mid sentence. "Spend the rest of your time on your story" he smiles softly and places a hand on my shoulder before leaving the room, no doubt to get us some sustenance to keep us going.

Something about the interaction made my heart flutter. His confidence in me as well as his want for me to spend time on something I'm truly passionate about makes a sort of funny feeling settle in my stomach. 

Am I-?

"Black or green tea this time?" he asks, coming back into the room with a little tray of food and tea pot ready to envelop the tea leaves of choice. "Black please, I need all the energy I can get" he chuckles and does just that, adding a few scoops to the pot before closing the lid and letting it steep. 

"Were you able to work on it again once you went home?" he asks, bringing my bag over to his desk and pulling my laptop out for me. "I did but it's hard to work on it without yo- without being here" I say, not wanting to admit that I in some way needed him, my cheeks heating up at the slip up.

"Right" he smiles, not sparing me a glance as he plugs in my charger and pulls the chair out for me. 

"Is everything alright?" he asks once he sees my hesitance in coming closer but I shake my head and as a result shake myself out of the headspace I had allowed myself to trail into.

"There's nothing to be nervous about" he says, reading me perfectly like he always does. "What if it's not good enough?" I sigh, my hands resting in my lap, not making moves to reach for the keys. 

"It's a beautiful story told from the heart about a love so true one could only dream to experience something so heartbreaking" he says and his compliment however sincere seems unable to reach me now.

Once he's seen my head droop further he turns my chair around and crouches in front of me, tilting my chin up the slightest bit. "Your writing is beautiful. Anyone who's eyes get to land on a single word of yours should thank their lucky stars" he says making me smile just the slightest bit.

"There she is" he says with a warm tone, one I had never heard before making my heart flutter once again. 

"Now come on" he says spinning me back around to face the screen. "We've got a deadline to meet do we not?" he says and places his hands on my shoulders as a way to show some confidence and solidarity, believing in me until his last breath.

"We do indeed" I chuckle softly and finally rest my fingers upon those familiar keys.

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Too Bad For Chad

Poor Chad… when it came time to pick a partner in Chemistry, he made sure to pick the biggest nerd in the class. But no one could have predicted the accident that happened.

You see, right across the hall at his University—

The science department was working on an early experiment to transfer one’s thought to another human. Although all it took was for one of the professors to trip over a wire…

He bumped right into the machine which switched it to its max power and knocked the ray gun directly point at Chad and his lab partner Allen. What are the odds?!?

Well as one would imagine this could be a huge lawsuit, that is if Chad had anything proof of the incident.

You see Allen, is one smart cookie. He saw his opportunity of keeping Chad gorgeous body and took it.

That day, as Chad in Allen’s body began to scream and yell at everyone around him. Allen sat quietly observing the situation. And when asked about the incident by the university he denied everything.

He told them that he felt bad for ‘Allen’ that he seemed like he was going through a lot.

This all happened about a month ago, so how are they doing? Well let’s hear directly from them.

Allen:

Being lab partners with Chad was and is the best thing that ever happened to me. And I feel bad for him one bit!

I’ve dealt with meatheads like Chad my entire life, being pushed around and bullied. I’ve even envied and lusted after guys like him. But now I get to be him. Plus I still have my brains.

Since I’ve became Chad I’ve started to turn his GPA in the right direction, I’ve learned I’m now handsome enough to get away with just about anything, and I get to live out all of my horny fantasies.

With this body’s power and my brains I feel like I can do anything. Especially hook up with any guy on campus.

That’s the thing, all I have to do is turn on the charm with some handsome guy. I already know he’s into me before I make a move. I can tell when someone’s checking me out because I used to do the same thing.

I guess you could say I’m going through my hoe era right now. I’ve probably hooked up with half the guys on campus, including the “straight” ones.

But man, nothing beats a nice jerk session in this bod.

I’ll jerk off before going to sleep just gooning over my massive stinky feet.

I’ll beat one out in the shower right after a work out just hollering up a storm! And I don’t care who hears or sees me.

Like the other day, I was enjoying myself and my roommate popped in and couldn’t believe what he walked in on. I was licking every inch of these size 11 feet while pumping my 10” inch thick dick. But I didn’t stop, I just kept looking up at him and said, “enjoying the show?”

He tried to say something to me out of pocket but I made sure to put him in his place.

He’s now my personal toy, I let him worship my body when I get home. And he loves it!

At the end of the day, I’m still that nerdy gay guy deep down. But I have all of the looks and the power! 😈

[loomiseater]

He doesn’t need to know

warnings: smut ofc!, unprotected sex, cheating, and slight dubcon.

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/N: 1 year anniversary to me publishing my first ever fic on tumblr!! My first one was a Rafe fic so I had to do it for my 1 year anniversary!!

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Written: April 20th, 2025- April 21st, 2025

Published: April 21st, 2025

Summary: Rafe finds you in his room during a party.

wc: 1381

It’s summer now…which means staying up all night, partying almost everyday, and parents gone on vacation. My parents are currently in Italy with Toppers parents. And now that they’re gone, Topper and I can finally have some alone time.

Me and Topper have sex very often but when are parents are gone, we fuck damn near everyday nonstop. Hell, I even lost a couple of pounds from how much we have sex.

It was currently 11:00 PM, Rafe threw a party at TannyHill and it was filled with nothing but drunk and drug filled teenagers. I did a couple lines of coke with Topper like 20 minutes ago and my body was still buzzing. I was walking through the mansion filled with hundreds of people trying to find a quiet bedroom.

I spotted an empty room and immediately rushed over to it, locking in the door. I laid flat on the bed taking a moment to myself. My heart was pounding and my body was all hot. I raised my head a bit now looking around the room realizing that this was Rafe’s room. I sighed to myself before laying back down all the way on the bed.

I rested my eyes for a while, trying to get a quick little nap in before Topper finds me. All that man’s wants to do is fuck every single second of the day. I was mid into my nap as I heard the door open and footsteps enter the room. I thought nothing of it, it’s probably Topper, someone may have told him they saw me walk into here.

I was pretty comfortable for the moment. I was still in my sundress which was hiked up to my thighs from me moving around in the bed so much and my sandals where God knows where around the house. The comforter was wrapped around my body as my face was tucked under all the pillows.

I heard random mumbles and then a phone hanging up. I felt the bed dip as he got into bed with me. I really hope Topper isn’t trying to fuck me in Rafe’s bed…that’s pretty low. I’d be pissed if I was Rafe.

I felt hands wrapped around my waist under the blanket as I smiled to myself. “Topper, we are not fucking in Rafe’s bed…plus I’m tired!” I groaned out as the grip got even tighter. What the fuck? I moved my head from under the sheets and pillows and was met with a smirking Rafe Cameron. “AHH!” I shrieked so loud that the whole house probably heard me. “What the fuck Rafe?!” I shouted as I hurried and sat straight up in bed.

“Did you forget you’re in my bed, princess?” He smirked as he rubbed my thigh softly. I slapped his hand away from my thigh as he winced. “You do this all the time, Rafe, you’re such an ass!” I angrily said as I tried to get out of bed but Rafe pulled me back into him. “I do this all the time because you should’ve been mine. Not his!” He sternly said. Rafe was always flirting with me but this time I couldn’t brush it off, he seemed serious, was it from his drinking? Drugs?

“Rafe. I am in a serious committed relationship with Topper, not you. I need you to respect that.” I calmly said as I was still trying to pull out of his grip but he wouldn’t budge. “My rooms, my rules.” He stated as he pushed me down onto his bed. My heart started racing, what is he gonna do to me? His tall frame now hovered over me as he rubbed my sides and breasts.

“I’ve always imagined you like this, underneath me and ready to take me.” Rafe had this deep look of evil and selfishness on his face..it scared me but weirdly turned me on? But I shouldn’t give in to Rafe. I love Topper and he loves me..but Rafe is just so damn fine. My body and mind is currently in a fighting state that doesn’t know if it hates Rafe or wants to fuck. “But what if he catches us?” I whispered to him as he chuckled.

“He’s not gonna catch us, princess, trust me.” Rafe said as he squeezed my ass through my dress. I held back my moan as I straddled his waist. “Been wanting this pussy for years and now I finally got it.” He lowly said as I felt myself get wetter. He pulled my sundress over my ass and slapped my ass cheek.

“No panties?” He smiled as I giggled at his reaction. “I don’t wear panties with dresses.” I stated as he lowered his fingers to my clit. “Good to know.” He cockily said as he thrusted his fingers inside my sopping pussy without warning. “Oh fuck!” I moaned as I dug my nails into his shoulders. Rafes fingers were so thick and filling.

“You like that?” He teasingly asked as I hurriedly nodded my head. My clit was be flicked back and forth with his fingers as I was making a wet spot on his sweats. “Look at that pretty pussy squeezing around my fingers.” He teased as his pearly whites peaked out. It felt so fucking good but I took his fingers out of me and pushed his sweats down…I needed to feel his dick.

I took his boxers off, which revealed his long, thick, and veiny dick. I was practically drooling over it. “It’s bigger than your boyfriend’s ain’t it?” He said with a smirk. It was bigger than my boyfriend’s. Rafe then pushed me onto my stomach, making my back arch, and my ass in the air. “Been wanting to have little fun with you.” Rafe said as he rubbed his dick on my juices. “I want you to fuck me so hard, Rafe.” I desperately begged.

With no warning I felt his huge dick plunge inside my gummy insides. “YESS!!” I screamed as he pulled back out then pushed himself back in thrusting away. My back arched even more due to Rafe hitting all the right spots. “Pussy so tight, shit! You making me wanna nut already!” He grunted as I giggled to myself which was quickly replaced with me losing my breath as Rafe did a hard rough stroke.

Rafe damn near smushed my face into the mattress as I was screaming and tears were falling from my eyes due to him fucking me so good. Topper has never fucked me like this before, sure we’ve had a rough sex but never this rough or this intense.

All that could be heard throughout the room was my wetness, our skin clapping, Rafe’s grunts, and my wines. “Look at the pretty pussy just sucking my dick up.” He groaned as he leaned his dead back. “I’m so wet for you!” I whined with a pout on my lips as darkly chuckled. “I know baby, got the pussy leaking all on my dick. Just like it’s supposed to.” Rafe stated as he spread my ass cheeks apart, teasing my other hole for a bit.

Topper has never went that far before, so it was definitely a new feeling. My body tensed up when Rafe touched my asshole, he noticed this too. “I should fuck you in the ass just for fun, huh?” He said as I moaned in response. “What would your boyfriend think if he walked in on me fucking your brains out? You’d probably like that huh? Having your stupid little boyfriend watch me fucking this pretty little pussy.”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, I’m so close. I just wanna cum all over his dick. “Shit! Can I nut inside you, baby?” He asked as his chest was damn near glued to my back. “Yes! Gimmie all your cum, Rafe!” I screamed as I came all over his dick. My legs were shaking and my body was all sweaty. Rafe gave me a few more strokes before I felt his warm liquid inside.

He fell on top of me as I was now exhausted. “Don’t ever tell anyone about this.” I said as my voice was muffled due to my fave being in the mattress.

“Whatever you say princess.”

[mikimakiboo]

Mermay day 11 - Taking Flight

- Leviathantale -

The shiver is teaching Cross the wonders of freedom, the current lesson being: jumping out of the water.

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- Are we sure it's safe ? What if there are land walkers and they see us ? Cross asked, nervous.

The three sharks had decided that they were going to teach Cross how to have fun, and even if Cross trusted them he couldn't help but feel nervous about going to the surface, as he knew land walkers could see them here.

- It's perfectly safe, we do that all the time ! Killer claimed.

The bull shark was the most excited out of them all, it was his idea after all. 

- Plus Horror will keep watch for any problem ! So nothing to worry about ! 

Horror couldn't jump out of the water like Killer and Dust did, well, he technically could, but the sudden change between the two environments messed with the hole in his head and it wasn't a nice feeling, so he usually stood guard and rated their jumps like a jury.

- If you say so...

Dust bumped on his side.

- It's gonna be okay, you can't do worse than Killer anyway, first time he jumped he landed on his back and got himself stuck like that, I had to flip him over. 

- Hey ! Killer yelled, blushing, I was a pup it doesn't count !

Cross couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of a small Killer accidently flipping himself and staying stuck. Horror snorted.

- I say it counts.

- No it doesn't ! And you can't comment, you don't even jump ! Killer complained, crossing his arms.

- Don't need to, I just take any reason to laugh at you, he shrugged, smiling.

- You're all mean, Killer pouted.

Cross watched them interact with a smile, hearing them tease each other with him in the middle made him feel a bit more part of the group. Dust stopped, they were a few meters under the surface.

- Here should be good, he stated.

- Impress me, Horror told them before swimming up to stick his head out the water, ready to judge.

Cross looked up, he could see the waves from underneath, it seemed to be a sunny day

- Okay so it's veeeery easy ! Killer started, having finished pouting, basically you just swim up as fast as you can and you don't stop when you reach the top so that you'll fly even higher ! The goal is to do a flip but it's a little early for you. Now: admire.

And with that Killer backed up a little to zoom past them and jump out of the water, Horror seeing him do a spin before diving again and joining the two sharks, a smug smile on his face.

- See ? Swim fast, don't stop, easy right ?

It did look easy when Killer did it, but Killer was experimented, he spent time training for that, Cross didn't, he had never done that, he had never even thought of doing that, what if he failed and couldn't jump ? What if he froze when near the surface and couldn't even get out ? That would be so humiliating.. he didn't want them to think he couldn't even do a simple jump out of the water.. Dust nudged his side.

- You'll do great, don't worry, and hey the goal's just to have fun so don't stress yourself too much, 'kay ?

Cross looked at him for a moment before slowly nodding, feeling a little reassured. He trusted them, they wouldn't ask him something impossible just to laugh, Dream and Nightmare would be mad if they did.

- Cool, we'll be watching you then, jump when you're ready, he gave him a smile, and joined Horror to the surface with Killer.

Cross sighed, it was his moment, he was alone so no one to watch him and put more pressure on his back. He backed up, he could do it, they believed in him, he could jump ! He just had to swim fast enough... He took a moment to motivate himself, taking big breaths in and out... and launched himself. He swam as fast as he could, straight to the surface, and just before he reached it, he put his hands in front of  his eyes, he didn't want to see the shiver's look for his first jump, apprehending too much to see dissapointment.

He felt the air wrapping him, making him shiver from the change of temperature. He didn't feel the water come back. He removed a hand, and panicked seeing how high he had jumped, wiggling helplessy in the air as he fell back down and hit the water on his back.

The three sharks dived back into the water, Horror coming to flip him back upward.

- You're okay ? You jumped pretty high ! That was impressive ! He complimented

Killer looked excited as he bumped into him full force to embrace him.

- You jumped so high I'm so proud of you ! And now I'm not the only one who got flipped anymore !

- It's his first time, it doesn't count, Dust smiled.

Killer let go of him, looking offended at Dust.

- What ?! Why doesn't he count but I do ?! 

Dust's smile widened.

- Cause I like pissing you off.

- Oh you better swim fast because when I get you I'll make you eat sand ! Killer threatened, to wich Dust laughed.

- Ha ! Catch me first !

Horror and Cross watched as the two went swimming, Killer chasing Dust and Dust escaping.

- Wanna jump again while we wait for those two ? Horror asked.

Cross looked at him, nodding after a little hesitation, he wanted to try again, it had been... weirdly fun, he wanted to do it with his eyes opened this time, and not land on his back as it wouldn't be his first time anymore and he didn't want it to count.

He would gladly let Killer be the only one to get teased.

[ladykailitha]

The Au Pair Boy Part 12

Hey guys, can you believe that there are only three chapters after this one of this lovely fic? Thank you to everyone who has liked, commented, and reblogged this story.

In this we see Max and Lucas flirting with the idea of flirting with each other, Eddie takes care of Steve, and we meet the raccoon. ;)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

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“Max!” Susan hissed, with a hint of giggle in her voice.

Steve, who was in the kitchen preparing lunch, stopped what he was doing and looked out the window.

There, leaning on the low brick and iron wrought fence, was Max, staring at something in the distance.

“Max!” Susan cried, her voice high with suppressed giggles. “Stop staring!”

The girl finally must have heard her mother because she jumped two feet straight in the air. Max mumbled something that sounded vaguely like an apology and then they came back in through the back door.

“We’re all done for the day,” Susan said brightly and sneaked a glance over at her daughter. “Someone was a little lackadaisical today, but we got it done.”

Steve laughed. “It’s fine. You guys do a good job. If some days are a little slower than others I’m sure Eddie doesn’t mind the extra. He loves you ladies.”

“Thanks, Steve,” Max muttered sarcastically. But he didn’t take offense. It was her default state of being most of the time.

“There we go!” he replied. “I just Venmo’ed you the money. Can you confirm you got it?”

Susan pulled out her phone and after a moment or two she nodded. “It’s all good! Thanks so much!”

“No, thank you ladies,” Steve said, putting his phone way. “It’s so hard keeping up with twins as just a nanny, I couldn’t imagine not having other people helping me.”

The Mayfields left and Steve went back to fixing lunch. He was making a potato soup with bacon and cheese and dab of sour cream and it was almost ready. But just as he was taking it off the hob, Lucas and Charles walked in for a drink of water. And suddenly it made sense. What, or rather who Max was looking at.

Because Lucas had taken his shirt off in the oppressive heat of late August and wrapped it around his head to keep the sweat out of his eyes.

As they were drinking their water, Steve got out a pitcher of lemonade and poured each of the Sinclair boys a glass. Which they took gratefully.

“Who were those two girls we saw out back today?” Charles asked, handing Steve back his now empty glass.

“Susan Mayfield and her daughter Max,” he replied, putting the glass in the sink. “Max is about Lucas’s age. She’ll be starting up at the local high school next week.”

Charles nudged his son with his elbow. “I told you so.” He turned back to Steve. “So they do the cleaning?”

“Yup!” Steve said with a nod. “The inside anyway. For the grounds, we have Jim Hopper and for the pool, we have you two.”

“Damn,” Lucas said with a low whistle. “It must be nice be rich enough to have separate cleaners for everything. Definitely don’t get that at home.”

Steve nodded. “My parents were lawyer rich growing up so we had someone who came in once a week to clean the big stuff, but for the most part we handled everything else. The cooking, the yard, the day to day stuff for the pool. That was all on us.”

“I didn’t know you grew up rich,” Charles said with frown. “You must really love being a nanny.”

Steve snorted and took their empty glasses from them to wash out in the sink. “Don’t get me wrong. I love my job and especially this one, but when I came out as bisexual, my parents tossed me out. Used my grandparents’ trust fund that left for me to go to school in early childhood development and the rest is history.”

“Well,” Lucas said with a grin, “I’m glad you’re here, because otherwise we wouldn’t have that awesome D&D room to play in and Dustin and them are so cool.”

“I’m glad you guys are having fun,” Steve said with a closed mouth smile.

“It’s been a blast!” Lucas said excitedly. “Plus we found out that Dustin is being transferred to our school. He was being bullied at his last school, so his mom was looking for a new school to send him to and Joyce, Will’s mom suggested our school and he got in!”

All this was stuff Steve knew, of course, but he let Lucas give his news.

Charles ruffled Lucas’s hair. “I’m glad he’s making friends.”

“What’s going to happen once Lucas goes back to school?” Steve asked. “I know plans were for the pool to be drained and covered for the winter in October, but there’s still all of September to think about.”

“We’ll be coming on the weekends,” Charles replied with a smile. “Eddie already talked to us about it, so he must have forgotten to tell you.”

Steve smacked his forehead. “No he did. I’m the one that forgot. Joan has been having nightmares and Janice has been even crankier than her sister over the whole thing.”

He shook his head. “I couldn’t imagine taking care of twins. It was bad enough having Lucas and Erica as close together as they were. A toddler and a newborn were not fun, let me tell you.” He cocked his head to the side. “Probably why we stopped at two, if I’m honest.”

“I feel that,” Steve said rubbing his temple. “I’ve already paid you, I did it when I did Susan’s.”

Charles checked his account. “Yup, we’re all good to go.” He clapped Steve on the arm and then they said goodbye.

Steve turned around and gripped the edge of the counter as he fought to breathe normally. Fuck. He was going to have to tell Charles that his cologne or aftershave or whatever was too strong. Sweat started to bead on his temple as he fought not to screw up his eyes as that would only make it worse.

“Steve?” a gentle voice murmured in his ear, concerned.

Steve looked up to see Eddie regarding him in that soft, careful way he does when one of the girls doesn’t feel good.

“There you are,” he murmured. “You okay there, beautiful?”

Steve blinked up at him for a moment before realizing Eddie hadn’t been home long enough for him to experience one of Steve’s migraines.

“I get migraines,” he croaked out. “And they can be triggered by strong scents, like Mr. Sinclair’s cologne.”

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Sheesh. Yeah. I can smell it on you pretty intense. Come on, take the shirt off.”

If Steve’s brain hadn’t been trying to leak out of his ears he would have told Eddie to buy him dinner first, but as it was it, he meekly did as he was told. Eddie tossed the shirt into the nearby laundry room and then bundled Steve upstairs. Before he could even protest or let out so much as a whimper, Eddie was back with painkillers and a glass of water from Steve’s bathroom.

Steve took them dutifully, knowing that if he wanted to be a person at all later he would need to take them.

“What about lunch and the girls?” he finally managed to say weakly as Eddie tucked him.

“You do realize I did this by myself for a whole year, right?” Eddie asked with a raised eyebrow. “I think I can handle a single afternoon without you.”

When Steve whimpered, Eddie let out a sigh. “I didn’t mean it like that. Of course I love having you around and taking care of my girls. But you’re human, Stevie and taking an afternoon off will not cause an apocalypse, okay?”

“I thought there was only supposed to be the one apocalypse,” Steve muttered as the painkillers began to filter through the pain.

“Nah,” Eddie said with a grin. “Human has already gone through several. It’s like Ragnarok and the Greek end of the world. It just brings in the next era of humanity. It’s only Christians that think that it’s the one.”

Steve hummed as sleep took over.

Eddie stood up and turned off the light. “You Steve Harrington are going to be the death of me one day. But god, what a way to go.”

~

Eddie made sure to get rid of anything that might trigger Steve’s migraines. He even made Mike go home and change once when he showed up where an entire can of Axe body spray.

He made sure the laundry detergent was scent free, same with the girls’ shampoo. He almost tossed his own cologne before Steve stopped him.

“Most men’s scents are okay,” Steve explained. “Because they don’t use floral or fruit scents. Please don’t stop wearing yours.” He blushed a deep red. “I like it.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shut up but dutifully complied. Always keeping it this side of tasteful, but he began to wear it more often.

The school year started and the raccoon problem increased.

“I just don’t get it,” Hopper growled. “There is only one way to open them and there is no way a raccoon should be able to do it.”

Eddie rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Steve was inside with the girls and he was taking care of the problem himself. He had to stop relying so much on Steve for the day-to-day because Steve was only paid to be the nanny, not Eddie’s personal assistant.

“I’m starting to think Steve’s right about it being vagrants,” he muttered. “Because you’re right, no animal should be smart enough to open the bins.”

Hopper sighed. “I don’t mind homeless, it’s not like they want to be there. But I wish they’d come to the house looking for food and not digging it out of the trash.”

Eddie nodded. He had done his own dumpster diving when he was a kid and his dad had been too drunk to remember to buy groceries, never mind toilet paper.

“Any way to lure them out of the shadow and into Benny’s cooking?” he asked.

“I don’t rightly know,” Hopper said with a laugh. “But I’ll figure something out. It seems they know how to dodge the cameras, so I’ll pick up a couple of motion sensor lights so I can see when someone comes around.”

“That will have to do in the mean time,” Eddie said rubbing his cheek thoughtfully. “It’s too bad that it’s a person and not a critter. I think Janie was hopping to tame the poor thing to antagonize her sister.”

Hopper barked out a laugh. “Sounds like her. Well, I best be heading to the hardware store for those lights.”

Eddie watched him go with trepidation. Critters could be rehomed where they’d be safer, but humans? That was a much tougher fish to fry.

~

Suddenly there was a clash, a bang, a clatter followed by an ear piercing scream. Eddie was up out of his bed faster than lightning and made a dash for the girls’ bedroom.

He met Steve outside the door, but when they looked in, both girls were sound asleep. Janice, splayed out like a starfish and Joan, curled up into a little ball.

“If that wasn’t the girls...” Steve said, wide-eyed and panting for breath.

Then there was another clatter and a scream that clearly came from the kitchen. They dashed down the stairs and raced to the kitchen. There standing in the middle of kitchen was a very disgruntled Hopper holding what appeared to be a pile of rags. Until it screamed again.

“Quick!” Hopper huffed. “Close the door!”

Steve dove for the door and locked it behind him as Hopper yelped in pain. He dropped what he was holding and landed on the clean floor with a thud. It scrambled up and away from the groundskeeper, tucking itself in the corner by the pantry.

That’s when Eddie could see what it was. Or rather who. Her head was clipped short but there was no doubt it was a girl, she looked about twelve. Far too thin and gaunt. Her blue eyes darted around as she tried to make herself as small as possible.

“Looks like you caught your raccoon, chief,” Steve said coming up to stand next to Eddie with his hands on his hips.

“I’m not a raccoon,” she huffed. “I have a name.” Then she frowned. “Or I will once I remember it.”

All three men looked at her in varying degrees of shock, concern, and disbelief.

“You don’t remember your name?” Hopper asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. That complicated matters.

“Jane!” the girl shouted startling everyone. “It’s Jane. My name, I mean. Jane Ives.” But instead of filling out with the name, the girl seemed to shrink further from them, like her name was shameful and ill-fitting.

“Does your parents know where you are?” Eddie asked, kneeling down to look her in the eye.

She shook her head. “Never knew my dad, he ran off when my mom got pregnant with me, Mom is in the hospital.”

“Don’t you have anyone you can stay with?” Steve said, kneeling next to Eddie. “Another relative of your mom’s maybe?”

Jane shook her head. “Aunt Becky said she wasn’t equipped to take care of me and Mom so she put me in foster care.”

Eddie closed his eyes and breathed out through his nose, hanging his head between his shoulders.

“Fuck!”

“That’s a bad word,” she said primly.

Hopper chuckled. “It is at that. But what Mr. Munson means is that if you’ve run away from your foster home, you’re gonna be in a world of hurt when we take you back.”

Jane leapt forward and tried to get past Eddie and Steve but they formed an effective blockade keeping her from the door.

“No!” she cried. “I don’t want to go back! They’ll hurt me again!”

Eddie and Hopper shared a glance. They knew. They knew that most foster places where cesspools.

Now they had an even bigger problem.

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[myipodtouch]

it's all 'bout you, when the music makes you move

atsumu miya x fem!reader ─ your best friend told you to throw a pool party, but after a few drinks, you didn't mean to show your feelings.

NOTES: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, house w a pool, summer, fluff, doubts

"ya have to throw a party!" atsumu exclaims, and you sigh. you shake your head in denial. "no tsumu! you know i'm not that kind of person!" you respond. "oh cmon! yer parents are finally out of town!"

you chuckle, "it's funny how my parents told you to take care of me yet you're telling me to rebel." you see atsumu smile and you couldn't help but admire him. just recently you realized the growing feelings you have for him.

"pleasee pretty!" he whined. you fluster at the nickname he gave you. smacking his shoulder, you declined. "i told you to stop with the nicknames! plus no one knows me anyways for me to throw one."

"aw don't lie now-" atsumu then started rambling about his ideas for the party.

“atsumu. absolutely not. i’m not throwing a party neither are you!” “cmonn! yer gonna thank me later!” “no! no party!” “just wait [name], just wait.”

by the end of the day, atsumu had told almost everyone there was going to be a party at your place. although most people didn’t even know who you were. atsumu told the address and it got passed around.

when you and atsumu were walking back to your place, he somehow already got supplies to decorate the place. you shake your annoyance, “you went behind my back and did it either way. you know what, i’m just going to stay trapped in my room the whole night.”

atsumu whipped his head at you, eyes almost blugging out of his head. “what?!?! no, ya can’t!” “oh yes, i can.” you say while opening your door. you both walk in and atsumu gets straight to decorating. “just ya see, by the end of the night, yer gonna be partying it up.”

you rolled your eyes and headed upstairs.

not even by 11:30, the whole place was filled with people and loud music. you sigh, not being able to focus on anything. you get up from your bed to look out your window and you see people jumping into your pool, dancing, playing around, and just hanging out. as much you felt like joining in, no one knew you and this wasn’t your scene. you quietly open your door and peak over the balcony overseeing your living room.

it was packed to the brim. most were dancing and singing along to the music, some playing just dance, some drinking, some were already knocked out. you sigh, looking around at everyone. suddenly you hear an ‘ahem’ behind you and you look back to see your best friend. “yeah, come yer getting ready to party.”

atsumu shoved you into your room and told you to get ready. you dug deep into your closet and found a short tight fitting dress. you went with it and did a little makeup. "can i come in?" you heard atsumu utter outside your door. "yeah."

atsumu entered, and you turned around to show him your outfit. he gaped. you look up, wondering why hasn't he responded. "tsumu?" you swore you saw the tips of his ears turn a light red before he cleared his throat.

“yer gorgeous.” he uttered and you look into the mirror. “i look goofy. this is dumb, nobody knows me anyways.”

atsumu turned his head at you. he came up behind you and you could feel his light touches around your waist. “no, ya don’t! and they will start to get to know ya. now come onn, let’s have fun!”

you both head downstairs as soon as beauty and a beat started playing. atsumu hands you a drink and smiles. “loosen up!” he yells over the music and drags you along with him. you down your drink and atsumu guided you into the dancing crowd and you both join in. you both yell out the lyrics while dancing around.

you played just dance, heads up, karaoke, took shots, and by 2 am, you were pretty drunk. along the way, atsumu and a few guys from the volleyball team joined in. you headed outside and hung around the pool. “guys, it’s hot.” you yell drunkly over the music, fanning yourself. “ya got a pool! hellooo!” atsumu says. “oh yeah! i have a pool!” you giggle. “let’s jump in 3..2..1!”

you all jumped into the pool with your party clothes. you swim up, giggling while pushing your hair out of your face. you look around drowsy, seeing the people you were hanging out with floating and splashing water at each other. you look to your right and see atsumu coming up from, you’re guessing, a swim. he was laughing with his friends as one of the guys, bokuto splashed him. you admired his features. from what you can see with your blurry vision, you could see his pretty irises and pretty blonde locks. and god, you didn't remember him being this muscular.

other friends come up behind him and dunk his head back into the water. “i see you’re eyeing atsumu [name].” sakusa smirked and you shook your head at him, swimming away.

“i don’t know what you're talking” you utter out. “don't lie. we all know about your huge crush on him.”

"[name]!" you turn your head to see atsumu yelling your name. "come! we're gonna play chicken fight!"

you and atsumu were paired up in a team against bokuto and hinata.

you were propped up on atsumu's shoulders and you were trying to focus on the match that was going to start but it was difficult to focus when all you could feel is his hands tightening against your thighs. it felt nice. really nice.

using all the strength you can muster out of your drunk self, you shoved hinata off while also falling in the process. “[name] wins!” sakusa yells out as you cheer. atsumu laughs as you giggle. “i’m kind of good at this.” “let’s not get too cocky.” atsumu smirks leaning his forehead against yours before he shoves your head underwater. you kicked his legs making him lose balance. you come back up and swam to the wall of the pool. someone left a bottle of alcohol and you decided to down some of it.

you and the group played some more pool games, going on some floaties and what not. by 4am, your room was somehow decked out in decorations as well and trashed out. you were fully ready to knock out.

you drop onto your bed, reminiscing on the night you had with atsumu.

hearing your door open, you see atsumu walking in then shutting the door behind him. "hey pretty."

it was silent. you could feel the tension in the room. atsumu lays beside you. "tonight was fun wasn't it?" he asks, and you nod in response. you didn't know if it was the alcohol in your system but you had a spark of confidence in you. you straddle his lap and atsumu looks up at you.

"[name]?" you press your forehead against his. "yeah?" you utter.

you could see the light blush on his cheeks. "yer driving me crazy."

you could feel his breath hitch. "what do you mean?" atsumu's hands were now on your waist.

suddenly, you could feel his lips on yours. you melt into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. you kiss him passionately. you grind down onto him and atsumu groans, his back was against the headboard. your guys' lips hungrily moved against each other until he bit your bottom lip to enter your mouth and it only it more heated.

you break apart and his lips chases yours. "i love you tsumu."

you see his eyes widen and it's then you realize what you just said. "oh my god. i'm sorry."

you were going to get off until he holds you in place. "i love ya too [name]."

you smile, "really?" "ever since we met pretty."

he leans in again to kiss to you and you smile into the kiss. it quickly got heated again and you swore people outside your room could probably hear your pants and his groans. you could feel his hands move all around your body.

"look what we have here." you both hear a voice say. you both break apart the kiss and see osamu standing there. you laugh laying back onto the bed. "of course ya have to ruin the moment dickhead!" atsumu groans. atsumu lays on his side, facing you. osamu walks out, and you could hear his chuckles down the hall.

atsumu pushes the hair that was in your face behind your ear. "so pretty, yer mine now?"

"all yours."

©myipodtouch

[thesummerstorms]

IDK how I would want to introduce Annabeth exactly in my Annabeth Wayne AU. Like I have multiple ideas rotating through my brain at any given time.

They're all predicated on the idea that she didn't come back to Gotham intending to reunite with her family. She actually believes that she can't, as Dionysus made her swear an oath on the Styx her very first week at Camp, promising she wouldn't reveal the demigods to mortal heroes like the Justice League.

Instead, she's there trying to make peace with her past and get her head on straight after Tartarus tore open old wounds. But of course, somehow she ends up unwillingly reintroduced to the Bats and having to work out her abandonment issues/grief/resentment. Scenarios include but are not limited to:

Tim Investigates!!!

Returns to Gotham very shortly after Blood of Olympus, Will sends a brief message to Bernard Dowd, son of Apollo.

Bernard generally sucks at healing compared to his siblings, but any medic is better than none when dealing with things like the aftermath of Tartarus.

Bernard introduces her (truthfully!) to Tim as his 'acquaintance from summer camp' who he's keeping an eye on because she's had a bad time recently and a mutual friend asked him to look out for her. And she still looks bad (lost weight, limp, obviously sleep deprived) so Tim honestly doesn't question that part so much as wonder what exactly happened to her.

Bernard asks him to leave it alone, and Tim tries only because he's trying to prove that he can for his boyfriend who he loves very much.

But something about Annabeth's face is very familiar. (Headcanon she actually has a strong resemblance to the Kane side of the family, more so even than Bruce. Tims brain is putting together the resemblance to the manor portrait and possibly Batwoman, but he doesn't recognize that yet.)

Plus Annabeth gets spooked when she meets him and realizes who Bernard's boyfriend is. (She has more info than Tim does, obviously, even though it mostly comes from celebrity magazines stolen by Cabin 11 and Gotham news articles devoured while on quests). Her reaction intensifies Tim's curiosity, but it's too late to back out of the acquaintance without raising further suspicion.

Anyway, Tim FAILS at not investigating. Obviously. Not quite sure how it unravels from there, just that there's almost nothing on Anna Wayne in any records aside from Gotham's amber alerts because of the Mist.

Murder Scene on the Boat

This one is less thought out. It takes place in an AU where Bernard has already accidentally outed himself to Tim as a demigod.

Tim got very badly injured one day, made it home in a concussed daze, and Bernard freaked out badly enough to risk using the few Apollo-healing powers he does have.

Tim doesn't entirely GET the limited explanation he got from Bernard about that, but he's also hiding it from the rest of the BatFam because he doesn't want Bruce sticking his nose in it and possibly making things worse.

In this context, someone at Camp has called to let Bernard know that Annabeth is possibly headed for Gotham and that she's both mentally & physically in bad shape, but there's not actually much to be done because she hasn't made contact with him.

That is until Bernard goes into the deck of Tim's boat early one morning and finds Annabeth (possibly lead by Apollo's raven) bleeding out on the deck.

He screams for Tim until Tim wakes up and comes running with his staff in hand, but again Bernard is a mediocre healer at best and they have no nectar, so Tim has to call in for medical assistance.

Possibly Dick Grayson is near enough to respond for some reason (idk why, that part isn't important) and upon seeing the little sister he already thought was dead actively bleeding to death while Tim's supposedly human boyfriend is shaking and literally glowing trying to keep her alive, he promptly loses his shit.

They do get her medical care in time, obviously, Dick keeps it together enough to help with that, but as soon as she's out of immediate danger he full on blue screens.

Bio Sibling Meeting

Damian Wayne can see through the Mist not *entirely* but more easily than most mortals due to the Lazarus Pit. (Both growing up around it and having been revived in it.) He has largely kept this to himself.

That is until some sort of extra dangerous monster (that has in fact been tracking Annabeth, not that he knows that) realizes he can see them and takes an interest. He doesn't smell like a demigod, but he also doesn't smell entirely human (Lazarus Pit) so the monster mistakes him as a possiblly lower-effort snack.

Damian attempts to defend, but given that his sword isn't celestial bronze, it goes poorly.

Annabeth, who has been hiding nearby with her invisibility cap, trying to buy enough time for some ambrosia to kick in, is forced back into the fight and defends him. Possibly she gives him some sort of spare weapon (because after Tartarus she doesn't carry just one blade).

They do manage to fight it off, and Damian demands answers. Annabeth clearly recognizes him, not just Robin, but him, and it's freaking him out.

She dons her cap and runs again rather than give those answers and Damian isn't able to stop her for whatever reason.

However, she's been purely in the Mythic world for long enough she isn't thinking about DNA, and Damian is able to pull a blood sample after calling Nightwing (again, because I love to torture him in these scenarios and also he's the only one on good terms with the whole family who knows her) for back up

Nightwing gets nervous when Damian describes the girl (and her eyes in particular). Bruce is off world, so he's the only one present to have a melt down when the DNA profile comes back.

There is a version where somehow Damian has had visions of parts of Annabeth's quests (because Talia knew what Annabeth was and did some DNA manipulation? Because Hestia needed a Hail Mary to fix this family? IDK) so he actually recognizes her at least that much, but doesn't know her name or why he's seen her.

He's been mentally calling her Arsinoe and assumed she was the one to use some magic to forge the connection. He knows about Tartarus, but doesn't have any context to correctly interpret it.

None of that leads him to connect her to his missing older half-sister who Talia spoke about twice and who Bruce never spoke of at all- until he sees Grayson's reaction.

It stirs up some old fear and jealousy, yes- but he also recognizes she saved him and wants to know what the hell is going on. He begins investigating.

Unlucky

Annabeth's inherited shit luck from both parts of her family, so it's not even a monster attack that outs her. She gets caught by accident in a rogue attack and gets hit because she turned back to protect a civilian rather than rely on her own training to try and get clear.

Scarecrow and Fear Toxin could actually be so fun for this specific scenario, but idk, haven't thought out a lot of specifics.

Nightwing is in Gotham currently. (Because I want to torture Dick Grayson specifically.)

(Because the idea of the scared older brother who finds the sibling he lost only when he's actively losing them again is too much fun.)

Because it's either him, Bruce, or Jason, and I figure Jason is estranged and I'm not gonna get the outwardly emotional response I want from Bruce.

So Nightwing is the one to get her and the civilian she was trying to protect extracted from the scene. And in this case he's *not* actually sure why she seems so familiar at first because there's a lot going on and in his mind Anna Wayne most likely died tragically at the age of 7 because Gotham wouldn't be kind to a runaway child that young.

It isn't until he's going through her bag, trying to find something to ID her with or some sort of med alert ID or medication (because she's having a really bad reaction) that he accidentally finds a few identifying artifacts.

Specifically, he Jason's copy of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, which Jason had been reading to Anna when he died, and went missing from the manor when she did.

Which prompts Dick to look through a small bag which is mostly filled with drachma- but also contains an elephant shaped charm from the bracelet he had given her on the last birthday he ever celebrated with her.

Batman *is* in Gotham for this one, purely so he can hear the way Nightwing's voice breaks when he says suddenly "Bruce-"

(and all the others startle because Nightwing never breaks the rule about names in the field)

"Bruce, it's Anna. It's Anna."

(If it was Scarecrow toxin that got her, Batman thinks Nightwing must be hallucinating, too. Right up until Oracle pulls the feeds to see what's going on with Nightwing and the girl and starts swearing.)

[morgana-larkin]

Alright so I guess I'm missing mama mel as I already wrote the next chapter of Mine. So as I wrote the realisation that the twins were turning 2, I realised that I barely include them in the chapters so in this one I included them in the entire thing and Nico has multiple things to say. And yes I do have a plan with Caterina, don't worry. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Summary: You all go on a family trip to the store to get things for the twins rooms.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 16

Mine - Part 15

Warnings: Reference to smut, swearing, one insult about age gap relationships

Words: 4.6K

“I can’t believe you.” You tell Melissa as you’re pacing back and forth in the bedroom with one of her shirts on.

“I already said I’m sorry.” Melissa says as she’s sitting on the bed. 

“Did you do that on purpose?” You ask her and she shakes her head. 

“Just forgot to pull out.”

“You finished inside of me, I could get pregnant again.” You say and Melissa gets up, comes over to you and wraps her arms around your waist.

“You know I would never do that purposely, I love you too much for that. I would never do anything that you don’t want me to do, especially something that concerns your body.” Melissa tells you and you look at her. 

“I know, I’m sorry I got mad at you.” You say and wrap your arms around her.

“It’s alright. Although would 4 kids be so bad?” She asks and you look at her and raise your eyebrows. 

The two of you had a stressful week at work so since it was friday night Melissa wanted to fuck you with the strap with the promise to pull out. You agreed straight away but Melissa got too into it and forgot to pull out in time.

The next day Melissa is leaning against the doorframe looking at the twin’s shared bedroom that will be changed today. You two both agreed that since the twins are getting their toddler beds then it’s time they got their own room. After all, you both moved into a 5 bedroom house so all your kids can have their own room. Melissa goes downstairs to see you writing things down on a paper at the dinner table and you have your phone out.

“What are you doing? She asks and looks to see all the kids playing in the living room.

“Writing down everything that we need to decorate both of the twin’s bedrooms.” You say and she goes to sit beside you.

“What’s on it so far?” She asks and you finish writing before you put your pen down.

“2 toddler beds, 2 nightstands, 2 lamps, 1 nightlight, 2 carpets, 2 sets of sheets, 2 pillows and 2 toy chests.” You tell her.

“Why do they need carpets? They’re toddles.”

“Caty likes carpets, haven’t you noticed she doesn’t play on the floor?” You tell her.

“I have. How come you didn’t put down a bookshelf?” 

“They already have a bookshelf.”

“There’s only one.”

“I’m sure they can share, plus they can’t read yet.”

“They will have their own bookshelf as they’ll love reading.” Melissa tells you sternly and you raise your eyebrows.

“They’ll have their own bookshelf when they learn to read.” You say and turn back to the list.

“Fine. So what colours are we getting?” 

“I was thinking of getting purple for Caty and-”

“Purple? Why not pink?” Melissa says, interrupting you but you ignore her.

“-and red or blue for Nico.” You continue and Melissa doesn’t look impressed. “Pink is already for Amelia and she likes it. And as much as I love pink, maybe our daughters should have a different colour palette in their room.” You say and she sighs. “And their wardrobe as well.” You add after a couple seconds and she looks at you with wide eyes and gasps.

“Different colour clothes as well? Now you’re just talking crazy.” Melissa says and crosses her arms.

“Caty will keep getting Amelia’s old clothes but we could get her things in different colours. Like purple or blue or green or even black. You know, go through the rainbow a bit.” You tell her calmly.

“I think between us we already represent the rainbow enough.” She tells you and you shake your head and roll your eyes. “Besides, pink goes well with ginger hair.”

“It does, but I’ve seen you in different colours and you look good in all colours but red and green also look really good on you.”

“Medium blue for Caty.” Melissa suddenly says and you look at her. “It calms the mind and she likes blue toys.” She explains and you smile before writing it down. “Red for Nico.” She says after and you nod.

“So your cousins are picking up the cribs tomorrow?” You ask her and she nods. 

“Yep, he knows a couple who’s having twins in two months.” She tells you and you nod. 

“How are you feeling about the whole ‘our twins are becoming toddlers’?” You ask her and she sighs.

“I’m liking it and not liking it.” She says softly and you go over and sit on her lap and she wraps her arms around your waist. “I like that they’re growing up and we’ll be able to do more with them together but they’re not our little babies anymore.” She tells you and you wrap an arm around her neck and turn your body sideways and she lays her head on your chest. 

“I know Mel. But you’re right about the fact that we’ll be able to do more with them.” You say and she hums. “We gave Amelia her first swimming lesson when she was 2 and we can do it with the twins. We can go on picnics when it’s nice out or even the beach together. We can go to different restaurants as a family and you’ll be able to teach all 3 of them how to cook.” You tell her and she lifts her head off of you and smiles. Just then Melissa feels something hit her leg and she looks down to see Sweet Cheeks running around the house. 

“Sweet Cheeks! But how…?” She says and looks at the Cheeks family cage to see Amelia there looking guilty. “Amelia, did you let him out?” She asks. 

“I wanted to pet him.” Amelia tells her and you get off of Melissa, careful to not step on Sweet Cheeks. Melissa runs after Sweet Cheeks and catches him after a few attempts. 

“Amelia, if you want to pet him then you know you have to ask me or mommy.” Melissa tells her daughter. Amelia goes over to Melissa and Melissa crouches down so Amelia can pet him. 

“Guinea pig!” You all hear and look to see Nico walking towards Melissa and Amelia.

“That’s right. Sweet Cheeks is a Guinea pig.” Melissa tells him softly. “Do you want to pet him?” Melissa asks and he nods. “Remember to pet him gently.” Melissa reminds him. You watch Nico and Amelia pet Sweet Cheeks and then you see Caty playing by herself. 

“Caty, do you want to pet him?” You ask her and she looks up at you before going back to doing her puzzle.

“Soft.” Nico says and Melissa smiles.

“He’s very soft.” Melissa tells him. “Alright I’m going to put him back in the cage with his family.” Melissa says after a minute. 

“Alright, let’s go pick out some new pjs for Amelia and then go get some new furniture for the twins.” You say and everyone looks at you.

“So you can try this on and this one, as well as this one.” Melissa says as she keeps taking pjs off the rack and putting them in the cart for Amelia to try on.

“Melissa don’t you think that 20 pairs of pjs is enough for her to try on?” You ask her as you see Amelia sitting on the end of the cart, looking at all the outfits nervously. 

“Fine. Amelia, are there ones that you want to try on?” Melissa asks her and Amelia nods. 

Amelia goes through the pjs outfits and picks 5 that she wants to try. Melissa puts the other ones back and then you all go to the change rooms. Caty starts crying while Melissa is helping Amelia put the outfits on so you take her out of the stroller and sit her on your lap. Caty rests her head on your chest and starts calming down just before Amelia comes out in the first pj outfit. 

“What do you think of this one, mommy?” Amelia asks you and you can tell she really likes it. 

“I like it, do you like it sweetheart?” You ask her and she nods with a smile. 

Around noon, Amelia and Melissa are looking at all the toddler beds with Nico in Melissa’s arms and you’re pushing the cart with Caty in it. 

“That one mamma.” Nico says and points at a red race car bed. 

“You like that one?” Melissa asks him and he nods. She puts Nico down and he runs over to it and sits down on it. Melissa and Amelia walk over to it and you push the cart closer as the first bed may have just been found. “Alright if you like it then we’ll get it for you.” Melissa tells him and she finds the box for it and puts it in the cart. She looks back at the bed and sees Nico is still in it and she goes over to him with a smile. “Come on, hon.” She tells him and he shakes his head with a smile. “No? Alright you little trouble maker.” She says and starts tickling him and he starts giggling.

“Mamma!” He says through giggles and then Melissa picks him up and brings him over to where you all are with the cart.

“Alright, Caty’s turn to pick.” Melissa says and you take Caty out of the seat of the cart and Melissa puts Nico there in her place. 

“Go pick a bed, sweetie.” You tell Caty when she doesn’t move. She then stays where she is and hugs your leg and doesn’t let go. Melissa then goes into her purse and pulls out Teddy. 

“Here’s Teddy, hon.” Melissa says and Caty lets go of your leg and takes Teddy and holds the Teddy bear tightly. Teddy was once Amelia’s bear but Amelia gave him to her sister after it became Caty’s favourite. 

Caty looks around at all the beds and she doesn’t move. You then pick her up and she looks at one and doesn’t look away from it. You follow her line of sight and you see she’s looking at a blue one with rainbows and clouds and a unicorn on the headboard. You bring her over there and she reaches out her free hand to it and you put her down. She goes over to the bed and gets on it. She then touches the unicorn painting and then looks at you with a smile.

“I think she likes unicorns.” Melissa says and you nod.

“I think so too.” You tell her and then Melissa puts the box in the cart. 

“Alright let’s go find some nightstands and some lamps.” Melissa says and you nod before you pick up Caty and look at some nightstands. 

“Oh, this is nice. It’s white so it can go with the blue palette or anything else that we want.” You say and Melissa looks at it. “What do you think Caty?” You ask her and put her down near the nightstand. She then runs over to a purple nightstand and touches it. Melissa leans against the cart and puts her head in her hands.

“Oh my god, my kids have no sense of style.” She says and you laugh. Nico reaches out to her and touches her head and Melissa looks at him. 

“Mamma ok?” He asks and Melissa smiles at him and grabs his hand. 

“I am, my sweet boy.” She tells him. 

“Mamma, mommy, what about this one for Cat?” You hear Amelia say and she’s looking at a white one with 2 little unicorns on the front of the drawers. 

“Oh, well that would match.” You say as you pick Caty up and bring her over to where Amelia is. You put Caty down and she goes over and touches one of the little unicorns. 

“I think we have a winner.” Melissa says and puts the box in the cart. 

“Vroom vroom!” Nico says and points to a race car nightstand.

“Since when was he into cars?” You ask and Melissa shrugs.

“I mean we did put the cars movie on a few days ago, maybe that’s when.” She says and you hum. “And lightning McQueen is red.” She adds and you smile. 

“Well this is perfect, our kids are picking out what they want pretty quickly.” You say and Melissa goes to get the nightstand. 

Half an hour later Melissa is putting the bed sheets for Caty in the cart and then you both go to the nightlights.

“Mamma, mommy, look at the princess one.” Amelia exclaims happily and shows Melissa.

“You already have a nightlight Tesoro. We’re here to get one more for the twins.” Melissa tells her and Amelia pouts. “Christmas is in 6 weeks, maybe Santa will bring you one.” She adds and then looks at you with a knowing smile. 

“But I already sent my Christmas list to Santa, how will he know I also want a Princess night light?” Amelia asks.

“He knows everything, now come on.” Melissa tells her. After choosing a night light for Nico, as the current one the twins have is going to Caty, you move on to carpets. “This is a nice blue one.” Melissa says and you look at it. Caty reaches out, touches it and retracts her hand immediately.

“I guess that’s a no.” You say and Melissa hums before you both look at others. You end up putting Caty down and get her to touch all the carpets to pick out which one she likes. After a few minutes, she touches a blue one and touches it with her face after a couple seconds.

“I think we have a winner.” Melissa says and you look at the number on the carpet and grab one from the shelf. “Alright Nico, you’re turn to pick one.” Melissa tells him as she takes him out of the cart and puts him down. It doesn’t take him long to pick out a red and black one and you put it in the cart. 

“Alright we’ll have to get the lamps and toy chests next weekend.” You say and she nods. “Let’s go get these things and put them together at home.” 

You put all the kids in the car when Melissa manages to put everything in the trunk. When you get home, you set all the kids up with toys before you help Melissa bring everything into the house. Melissa quickly makes a quick and easy snack for everyone and you get everyone to eat while Melissa gets the cribs out of the room, in a few pieces. Melissa brings down all the pieces of the second crib and she lets out a breath. You see she put her hair in a ponytail, took off her leather jacket and just has a tank top on. 

“Alright, the cribs are out of the room, so we can put the beds together.” Melissa tells you and you nod.

“Amelia, do you mind watching your siblings?” You ask her and she nods.

“I will, mommy.” She says and you give her a kiss on the cheek before going upstairs with Melissa.

An hour later Melissa tightens the last screw of the bed as you hold it in place and then you let go and you both look at the bed. 

“It looks just like the one at the store, so I think it’s good.” You say as you go sit on the bed and smile. 

“Think Caty will like it? She seems super picky about some things.” Melissa asks and you get up.

“Hopefully, or else we’ll be sleeping with a toddler again.” You tell her and then you both go to Nico’s room.

Another hour later you come back upstairs and see Melissa is just finishing up the bed.

“Is everything alright with them?” She asks and you nod.

“They were just getting bored so I set them up with the little mermaid.” You tell her and she nods.

“Well the beds are finished. I think I should start dinner before we get started on the nightstands.” She tells you.

“We could order dinner. I mean we’re doing a lot of work this afternoon and evening.” You say and she wraps her arms around you. 

“You’re thoughtful but I’m good. Cooking helps get my mind off of things and it’s relaxing.” She says before she gives you a kiss and then goes downstairs. 

“Mamma, can I help make dinner?” You hear Amelia ask her as you pick up the boxes and wrapping from the bed packaging.

“Of course, Tesoro. Come on.” Melissa tells her and then they both go into the kitchen as you come downstairs to watch the twins.

Half an hour later Nico goes into the kitchen and hugs Melissa’s leg.

“Nico?” Amelia asks and Melissa looks at him.

“What are you doing in here, hon. Aren’t you watching a movie with mommy?” She asks him and he shakes his head.

“Mommy is not.” He says and Melissa furrows her eyebrows in confusion. 

“Amore?” Melissa asks and she doesn’t get a response. She turns off the stove, gets Amelia off the counter, picks Nick up and walks out of the kitchen. She gets into the living room and finds you asleep on the couch with Caty sleeping on your chest. “You’re right hon, mommy is asleep.” She tells Nico softly. She then puts Nico down and walks over and gently takes Caty off of you. 

“Should we wake mommy up?” Amelia asks and Melissa shakes her head.

“No, it was a stressful week for her. Let’s give mommy some quiet time.” Melissa says and then she brings Caty upstairs to her bed and turns on the baby monitor. “Alright, you two, let’s go into the kitchen.” She tells Amelia and Nico who follow her into the kitchen. She places both of them on the counter and then she turns the stove back on. 

“Mamma, hungwy.” Nico says and Melissa looks at him with a smile. 

“I know my ometto.” Melissa tells him and Amelia looks at her confused.

“What did you call him?” Amelia asks curiously.

“Ometto. It’s Italian for little man.” Melissa explains. “Dinner is almost ready.” She then adds as she stirs the sauce. She then takes the spoon out and carefully brings it over to Nico. “Here, open your mouth caro mio.” She says and he opens his mouth. She then gets him to taste the sauce. “Is it good?” She asks him and he nods with a smile. 

“Good, mamma.” He tells her and she smiles at him. 

“Here, Amelia, you can taste it too.” She says and Amelia tastes it.

“I love it, mamma.” She tells her. “What is it?”

“Bucatini all’amatriciana.” Melissa says. “Your mommy loves it and I haven’t made it in a little bit.” 

“Are you trying to apologise to mommy for something?” Amelia asks and Melissa looks at her in confusion.

“Why would you ask that?”

“There’s been a few times where I heard you both yelling and then you make something that she loves and you two love each other again.” Amelia says. 

“You’re very perceptive for a 3 year old.” She says and Amelia looks confused.

“What does perceptive mean?”

“It means smart and observant.” She explains. “But me and mommy never stop loving each other. We just have disagreements sometimes which is normal and healthy in relationships. And I’m not trying to apologise for anything, we just did a lot today and this week and it’ll make her happy to eat something that she loves.” Melissa explains to Amelia and then turns off the stove. “How about you two go wake mommy up.” She says and then she gets them off the counter and they both run out of the kitchen.

Melissa gets 2 plates out, 1 plastic plate for Amelia and 2 bowls for the twins. She then goes to fill all of them with food and you then come into the kitchen as Amelia and Nico dragged you in there. 

“I got a double wake up call.” You say and she smiles.

“I sent them to wake you up.” Melissa tells you and you hum. “By the way, Caty is asleep upstairs in her room, she fell asleep on you.” Melissa adds.

“Alright, I’ll go wake her up.” You say and she nods.

All 5 of you eat the meal together and you and Melissa watch as all your kids get sauce all over their faces and bibs.

“Well I guess that means they like it.” Melissa says and you chuckle. 

“I guess so.” 

“I don’t think the twins ever had it so I’m glad there’s something else I know that we all like.” Melissa tells you and you nod.

After dinner, you clear the table as Melissa is cleaning everyone’s face, and ignoring the complaints. 

“Mamma!” Amelia complains.

“No!” Nico says and Caty makes a noise of complaint. 

You then put on Cinderella as you and Melissa go back upstairs and put the nightstands together. An hour later you’re finished putting the second one together and then you move them beside the beds. Next Melissa puts the carpets in the middle of the bedrooms while you get the sheets out of the dryer as you washed them earlier. You make Caty’s bed while Melissa makes Nico’s. You then put Caty’s night light inside the drawer of her nightstand and Melissa does the same with Nico’s. 

“What do you think?” You ask as you’re both standing in Nico’s room.

“They better fucking like it.” Melissa says and then you both go downstairs as Cinderella was ending.

“Alright, Nico and Caty, we want to show you your rooms.” You say and all your kids look at you. You pick up Caty while Melissa picks up Nico and Melissa grabs Amelia’s hand.

You all go upstairs and show Nico his room first. You all walk in and Nico runs around and then jumps in his bed with a smile on his face.

“You like it my Ometta?” Melissa asks him and he nods. 

“Love it!” He exclaims and lays down in his bed, on top of the sheets. 

“Alright, next is Caty’s room.”  You say and then you all go to hers. You put Caty down and she looks around the room curiously and looks at you. “It’s your new room.” You say as you crouch down to her level. “What do you think?” You ask her and she walks around. She feels the blanket on her bed and looks at the nightstand and then the carpet on the ground. She sits down on the carpet and feels it before she lays down on it. 

“Well at least we know she likes the carpet.” Melissa says and you smile. 

Amelia then goes over to Caty and gets her to stand up. Amelia then brings her over to the bed and instructs her to sit on the bed. You both watch the interaction curiously and see that Amelia is becoming a great big sister. 

An hour later Melissa watches as Amelia puts on one of her new pj outfits. She finishes and she looks at her wrists and ankles and sees the pjs cover them again. Melissa finishes folding the pjs that are too small on Amelia now and puts them in a pile on the floor. 

“Mamma?” Amelia then says and sits down beside Melissa.

“Ya, Tesoro?” 

“One of the kids at daycare said that it was wrong that you and mommy have a big age difference. Is that true?” Amelia asks and Melissa furrows her eyebrows.

“It’s not wrong, it’s just different. And I think the kid is just repeating what their parents said.” Melissa says. “Do you think it’s wrong?” Melissa asks her and Amelia thinks about it. 

“No, but everyone else’s parents don’t have a big age difference.” Amelia says and Melissa picks her up and puts her on her lap. 

“An age difference in relationships isn’t very common but it’s also not unheard of. It’s still different and I’m not surprised that there’s still people who think it’s wrong. When I was your mommy’s age and even before then, a big age difference was frowned upon. But the most important thing to remember is that your mommy and I love each other very much and we love you and your siblings, and the age difference shouldn’t matter as long as there’s love.” Melissa explains to her. “Do you understand?” She adds.

“I think so. What should I do if I get told that again?” Amelia asks.

“Just tell one of the adults that takes care of you or you can just ignore the child.” Melissa tells her and Amelia nods. 

“Ok, mamma.” Amelia says and Melissa places a kiss on top of her head. “I love you, mamma.” Amelia says and Melissa wraps her arms around her.

“I love you too, Tesoro, very much.” Melissa says and then she tucks Amelia in her bed. Melissa closes the door and walks down the hall and sees Nico asleep in his bed and sees you tucking Caty in her bed. 

“Goodnight sweetheart.” You tell Caty and then place a kiss on her cheek and stand up. You see Melissa at the door frame and walk over and gently close the door. You look at Melissa before she grabs your hand and brings you to the bedroom and she closes the door. “What’s going on?” You ask.

“I need you to stop me from plotting against some parents.” She says and you tilt your head.

“Ok, I’m gonna need some context.” You say as you bring her to the edge of the bed and you both sit down.

“Amelia just told me that a kid at daycare told her that the age gap between us is wrong. And I highly doubt that the kid came up with that themselves so it’s obviously the parents that said that and they’re just repeating it.” Melissa explains and you wrap an arm around her but she gets up and paces. “I don’t want people saying crap like that to my daughter.” She adds.

“What did you tell Amelia?” You ask her.

“I told her that the age difference doesn’t matter because we love each other and all of our kids.” Melissa says.

“That’s a good answer.” You say and she huffs.

“I know it is but again, I don’t want people saying stuff like that to my daughter.” Melissa repeats and you get up and grab her arms and she lets out a breath.

“I know but you can’t stop it, and I can’t stop it either. The only thing we can do is explain to our kids what our point of view is to whatever they ask.” You tell her and she puts her head in her hands. “You can’t be surprised that some parents might think that as you thought that at first. Or do you not remember me calming you down about 2 months after we started dating about this?” You ask her and she moves her hands away and looks at you.

“I actually forgot about that.” She says and you wrap your arms around her. 

“Well what you told Amelia is the best that we can do about the situation and we shouldn’t go plotting against the parents or threaten them.” You tell her and she sighs.

“Even though some crap was said to my daughter and it was about our relationship?” She asks.

“Even then.” You tell her and she kisses you. 

“Alright.” She says and you kiss her again before you pull away and go to the bathroom. “Hey! Get back here, I was done kissing you.” She says and follows after you and you giggle.

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Summer Bod Part 1 (SwapCorp Story)

Tons of people around the world are trying out the latest advancement in body swapping technology. All led by a company called SwapCorp. SwapCorp allows its clients to selectively choose an ideal body provided with what characteristics/ features the client wants. Once a suitable body is available, the client comes in with their body knowing some else will be using it and leaving with a new one.

This is where our story begins.

Justin Samuels (age 21, 5,3”, 145 pounds, caucasian, red hair, slim build) who is the first person he knows thats trying out SwapCorp. Justin describes himself as a bit of a book worm, has a small friend group, gay, and wants to try a more ‘muscular/ masculine body’. He wants to do a 3 month contract for his swap.

SwapCorp pairs him with David (age 25, 6,2”, 218 pounds,caucasian, dark brown hair, muscular build). David is a personal trainer who wants to explore the opposite gender. Luckily with SwapCorp their algorithm matches the precise swaps necessary for their client’s satisfaction.

So now let’s see how Justin is adjusting to his new body!

Justin:

God this all still feels so surreal, granted it’s only been one day since I got this new body from SwapCorp. But I’m so happy with my swap! I love this body!!

I feel sexy and confident with all of these muscles. And I can’t wait to show off my new temporary self this summer.

I was never the athletic type, I spent more time studying than going to the gym in college but that’s the reason why I’m so successful right now.. Started a part time job, graduated early, and I’m starting grad school in the fall that’s covering all of my bills.

So I figured why not splurge some of my savings and actually have a good time this summer.

And today feels like the true start of it. I’m planning on going to the beach with all of my friends and I can’t wait for them to see me! They are going to be so jealous.

Yesterday, after leaving SwapCorp I spent my entire time exploring this beautiful body. And I feel a little embarrassed to admit just how many times I jerked off.

But I can’t help it, I’m just so turned on by this body! Plus, I paid good money for it.

And speaking of jerking off, I’m already hard! What’s really been getting me are these sexy feet.

I know feet aren’t for everybody but I’ve always had a fetish for them. I’ve spent countless hours jerking off to jock feet porn on the internet. Even in school, when I’d see some of the jocks wearing sandals or chacos— it would take all of my energy not stare at their feet.

And now I have these gorgeous size 11s! They’re so much bigger than my size 9s. And I can do whatever I want with them. Sniff them for hours, run my tongue across the soles, I even came on them 2 times yesterday just to lick it off.

Oh boy all this talk about my big jock feet is making my new dick leak. Speaking of which this thing has a mind of its own!

It’s longer and thicker than mine paired off with a nice set of hairy balls. I had to trim back my pubes a bit. I can tell this is a straight guy’s body since he doesn’t manscape that much. ( Luckily, I took care of all that for him. )

But I can go rounds of jerking this big meat! Even back to back, somehow this body just continues to pour out cum.

I grab it and it’s so hard. I take the head and rub it on the sole of my foot.

“Fuuuuuck, that feels good!”

I start rubbing my dickhead faster on my foot and just feeling both touch sends shocks through me.

I lift up my hairy armpit and take sniff. Wow those stink!

I sit my foot down and start jerking my meat. I need to speed this up so I’m not late for my big new bod reveal.

I pump aggressively, I love how much this dick can handle versus my old one.

I go faster and faster… moaning loudly. My moans are almost like screams. I stair down at my fit stomach and hairy legs/feet.

It sends me over the edge and I squirt out so much cum. Before I get up, I take my thick jock fingers and grab all of the cum off my stomach. I lick each finger clean before heading over to my shower.

*30 minutes later*

Okay now I think I’m ready to introduce my new body to my friends.

My friends and I are a lot like. Alex, Max, Will, and I all share the same interests like our education, video games, comics, boys… I guess the only way to put it is that we are 4 gay nerds lol. But I love our little crew.

I head to the beach early and told them where to meet me. I haven’t sent any photos of my body yet so this should be fun!

I take off all of the clothes I had on over my new red speedo. I figure this is one way to make an impression. I run tanning oil all over my body and lay back waiting on them.

That’s when I see all three shuffling their way down the beach.

“Hey boys!” I holler out to them.

All of them look stunned by my presence.

“Oh my god, is that you Justin?,” says Alex.

I flex my arms just to show off a bit before saying, “Yep! This is the new me.”

“Holy crap! That body!!,” says Will.

I stand up and all of them are drooling over me. Mex even asks me if he can touch my abs.

“Go for it bro!”

Alex giggles, “oh so now we’re your bros.”

“Yeah with a body like this I have to get all of my ‘straight’ lingo down.”

“Shit, Justin how much was all of this? Do you have any side effects?”

“Surprisingly affordable and no I haven’t had any side effects.”

“Wow! This is so crazy, I can’t believe that’s you inside.”

I grin at all of my friends amazed by my new body.

We rented a boat to take on the water so we all hop on and all three of them can’t stop looking at me.

I sit in the back while Alex drove, Will and Max continue to ask me questions about the process.

Will even took a photo of me which I jokingly said to him, “hey don’t jerk to that pic later haha.”

“Lol no promises,” he says back.

All around it was a fun day, we ended up getting food afterwards and by the end we made plans for dinner tomorrow.

As I get back to my place, I wash off all of the salt water and sand. And went straight to my bed.

I laid in bed fully naked just gingerly fondling my dick and balls. All I can think about is how much my friends lusted after my new body.

I look down at my hard dick and grinned. Maybe it’s time to upload a couple of pics to Grindr. I’m ready for some real action!

*The Next Day*

I get a text from Alex that he has an emergency and for me to come over to his place immediately.

I quickly got dressed and rushed over. I get to his door and text that I’m here.

He responds, “it’s unlocked, come up to my bedroom.”

I thought the text was strange but Alex and I are probably the closest in our crew so I trust him.

I go up his stairs and open up his bedroom door.

And to my surprise I see a very hot guy laying in his bed.

“Surprise mothafucka!!”

“ALEX?!?”

“Yep! What do you think?”

“Holy shit! You went to SwapCorp? Oh wow you are… so freaking hot now!”

“Thanks! Now Justin we’re buddies, so why can’t we help eachother out a bit,” Alex pulls the blanket down realizing a massive hard on between his new legs.

“Wow! Are we about to hook up?”

“Only if you’re down!”

“Hell yeah!”

I strip off all of my clothes and hop into bed with him. We immediately start making out, we get so into it and I naturally gravitate my mouth down his chest to his cock.

I start sucking him off and he lets out these loud moans.

“Justin… god, this feels amazing!”

I lift my head up and I say, “this isn’t your first BJ right?”

He doesn’t say anything and just grins at me.

“Well… I guess I feel honored to your first.”

I fondle his balls while taking his dick deep down my throat. He’s convulsing from all of the pleasure.

“Oh god! Hold on Justin! I don’t wanna cum yet!”

I pull my mouth off and take my hand off of his balls.

“I have a weird request and you can say no to me,” he says nervously.

“Sure man!”

“Can I smell your feet?”

My eyes widen, holy crap Alex has a foot fetish?

“Oh my god yeah! As long as you let me smell your sexy toes!”

We both position ourselves to wear each others feet are directly in view.

His big jock feet are soooo hot!

I put my face into them and start licking between each of his toes.

I feel him tracing my soles and he says to me, “wait till you see Will and Max…”

“WHAT?!?”

God this is about to be the BEST summer!