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rainobrienn · 1 year

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Our little secret - Eddie Munson

Teacher!Eddie x Student!Fem!Reader

Words; 3.5k

Synopsis; you don’t know that you are your favourite teachers, favourite student..

Warnings: P in V, Public sex?, Pet names, Oral (m receiving), mouth covering. Not proof read…

A/N; reader is over 18!!

“Ok if you could fuck any teacher, who would it be?” You friend Lilly asked boldly, and quite loudly in the middle of the University halls.

You and your friend Casey laugh at her confidence that nobody would hear her, or maybe she didn’t care. You tried to hide the embarrassment in your cheeks, knowing exactly who you would choose.

“I would definitely go for Cavill, he’s the sexiest English teacher I have ever seen,” she says, imagining the thing he would do to her in her own mind, lust in her eyes.

“Gross,” Casey scoffs, “I’d probably go for Misses Brown, she is something else,” she says, “You like women?” Lilly asks shocked, “I came out to you in fifth grade, what the fuck?” Casey scoff at her best friend of twelve years.

“Sorry,” Lilly says sitting back against the wall, “y/n, you?” She then avoids her best friends hatful gaze, “uhh I don’t know,” you said, lying, completely lying, you have had the most sinful crush on your music teacher Mr Munson since you started at this shit whole University.

“Seriously, I thought you would’ve gone for Cavil too,” Lilly says a little disappointed, “I’m not really, into older men,” you lie, all you were into was older men.

It’s not like your crush on Munson was illegal, he was in his mid thirties and you were almost twenty one, so even if anything did happen, which you highly doubt it would, it wouldn’t be illegal or anything. Would it break every single school rule ever? yes. Would he loose his job? Yes. But, like you said, it would never happen.

“What about Munson? He’s kinda cute,” Casey says, you cheeks instantly flush a red, “oh god, the things I would let him do to me,” Lilly laughed, you gagged at her horniness trying to ignore the embarrassment.

And of course next lesson was music, you always had a certain excitement for music. Maybe it was because of your sexy teacher, or maybe it was because of the instruments.

You sat down in your regular seat, next to Lilly near the back. Your guitar standing next to you ready for whatever you needed to learn today, “right,” you heard that familiar, masculine, raspy voice of your teacher.

God did you live the hot weather recently, all he had been wearing were these tight white tank tops and low black jeans, his long shaggy hair either in a messy bun or down. “Fuck,” Lilly gasped, you couldn’t help but feel maybe a little bit of jealousy when Lilly stared at him with her hungry eyes.

“Gross,” you stated crossing your arms again, your eyebrows furrowed, and expression a little tensed, but that immediately went away when your teacher shot a smile at you, god his smile was so perfect.

“Y/n, good to have you back,” he said, you just smiled back at him nodding. You had only missed yesterday, it felt a little weird he stated your presence and not Micheal’s who had been gone a week.

You watched as he explain a project to the class, you could never really pay attention, especially when he took a second to take a sip of his water, his jawline showing off in the best ways, his muscles flexing. God you could just faint right then and there.

“So get into groups of, four and get on with it,” he said clapping his hands together, which took you out of your little trance, “wait, what?” You said turning to Lilly, “What?” She asked, “What are we doing?” You asked, “Did you not just listen to anything he said?” She asked, “No,” you said in a stutter, a little embarrassed, “God you always zone out in music,” she scoffs, “You have a thing for Munson,” she then says pointing a finger at you, you covered her mouth almost immediately, looking over to see if anyone had heard her.

“Are you fucking crazy Lil?” You asked, and she just couldn’t help but laugh, “Shut up,” you said hitting her, “God, your such a liar,” she said shaking her head, “Can you just tell me what we are doing?” You asked, “groups of four, choose a song to perform next week,” she said.

“Your with me, right?” You asked, “god no, you suck, sorry,” she said, “Lilly,” you said, “maybe you should ask Ed if he’ll give you some extra lessons,” she said winking at you before going off to another group.

You rolled your eyes, you knew she meant it in a sexual way. But you couldn’t help but think about it, tutoring? You did need it, you could never get the rhythm right.

You sighed as you walked over to your teacher sitting at his desk, “Mr Munson,” you called out walking up next to him, he looked up to you, his pretty brown eyes making your legs weak, and his lips that you just wanted to kiss.

“Call me Ed, you’d know that by now y/n,” he smiled, “Ed,” you then said shaking your head, “I was, I was just wondering something,” you started, “yeah?” He asked, god why was every word that came out of his mouth so, attractive.

“I suck at guitar, and your a great teacher, so I was- I was wondering, could I maybe just get some extra, lessons maybe, I can’t actually afford a out of school tutor right now,” you said in a little ramble, he looked a little unsure at first, but then nodded “of course,” he smiled at you, you could just scream.

“Ok cool,” you went to walk away, but realised you needed actual times, so you turned back around, “What days? And uh times?” You asked, “How about Wednesdays after school, and Friday lunches,” he suggested, you just nodded awkwardly, “Cool, good, yes,” you said putting a thumbs up and walking away.

“Woah, where are you going?” Lilly stopped you from walking off, “Music,” you said, you forgot you hadn’t told them. “Wh- why?” She asked confused, “well, I asked Ed for extra lessons, and he said yes,” you admitted, “You actually asked?” Lilly stated, “Yeah, I mean I do suck,” you stated, Lilly looked to Casey, exchanging a look, “What?” You questioned.

“You gonna fuck him?” Lilly said with a smirk, “what, god no!” You said, every-time her boldness always shocked you. “I would,” she said in a disappointed tone.

“It’s just lessons, oh my god,” you said, “yeah and who else does Munson give lessons to?” Caste then budded in a asked, “I- i don’t know,” you said trying to figure out someone but finding no one. “He wants you,” Lilly says tapping your shoulder, “I hate you more and more everyday,” you said shaking your head at her immaturity and walking away from her.

“Go get him tiger,” she laughed out, as you flipped her off walking away. Annoyed by her.

You lightly knocked on the door, seeing the incredibly beautiful teacher at his desk, this time in a tight blue shit and black ripped jeans, his hair still down, and muscles still flexed.

“Hey, come in,” he said, you walked in shutting the door behind you and walked up to a seat, which he immediately grabbed another and sat in front of you.

You grabbed out your guitar, you felt nervous. Why did you feel nervous, god it was just lessons, absolutely nothing was going to happen, especially not during school, someone could see you even if you tried, although, there weren’t actually windows besides the one at the door and that was shut.

“Ok so, what do you think you have trouble with?” He asked, leaning in closer to you. You stutter a little at first, anxious at how close he was, Lilly’s words running through your mind.

“I think it has to do with staying on beat, rhythm, and speed,” you admitted to him, “okay, that’s something that’s easy to work on, you don’t have any problems with coordination do you? That’s always a hard one to sort out,” he said with a smile, “No,” you said simply.

“Ok cool,” he said, scooting even closer, he made you place your guitar in your lap like usual. “It’s all about practice really, and sometimes even just listening to the song your learning over and over again, but more focusing on the beats, you know?” He says and you just nod, trying to not zone out like usual.

“So, should we pick a song for you to do?” He asked, “I guess,” you said, “what’s your type?” He asked. You. “Music type?” He then added, and you replied with, “Mainly rock, punk,” you stated, watching as a smile grows on his face.

“Me too,” he nods, a blush covering your cheeks as he looks at you. “Any bands?” He asks, “Nirvana, Sabbath, I guess are my mains,” you stated, “Ok, well, smells like teen spirits start is a good start off,” he suggested, and you immediately shake your head, you hated how much that song was played, it was a good song but not something you could listen to over and over again anymore, it’s more of a once a year song.

He chuckles at your immediate response, “So your a real nirvana fan,” he says, “You could say that,” you smile back at him, “Ok, In bloom, is that fine?” He asks, you nod.

You practice the chords to the song for a minute to two, getting them pretty easily. The rhythm was easy with this one since you knew the song pretty.

But there was this one chord you couldn’t quite get, no matter how much he explain, you couldn’t get it, it was embarrassing honestly, you really did try.

“Ok here,” he said standing up, he came up behind you, his arms reaching around to glide over yours, you heart beat picked up its pace almost immediately.

“Here. And here,” he said placing your fingers in the ring position, “enough pressure to make it sound not muffled, but not to much to where it hurts,” he says, his voice was right by your ear and you were honestly so close to just running out of that room.

You do as he says, his touch made your skin turn in the best ways. You could feel goosebumps, and your core start to throb, you felt so disgusting but, good at the same time.

“Ready,” he said, holding your hand over the strings, “close your eyes,” he whispered, you could feel his breath on your neck, it was warm and yet it sent shivers down your spine.

You closed your eyes and let the pic hit the strings, strumming the chord perfectly. “There you go,” he said placing his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it before sitting back down in front of you.

“You wanna try and do it in timing now?” He asks, you nod doing as he says. You did it a little slower than the actual time, but doing it pretty well, “Well all you really have to do now is practice those keys over and over again,” he smiled, god this wasn’t ending, you really didn’t want this to end.

“Do you have a group for the project yet?” He asked, “nope, Lilly ditched me,” you said. “That’s okay, I mean it’s not okay, but- you don’t have to do it, since your newer than the others to this,” he smiled, “thanks,” you said.

It went silent for a second, and your eyes took control, they couldn’t help but roam at your teachers posture, leaning over, his elbows resting on his knees, still taller than you.

You watched as he then stood up, stepping right in front of you. His groin was right in front of you, you felt his fingers glide under your chin: you swear you were dreaming.

“Your kind of a perv you know,” he says, you stay silent in embarrassment, and in shock. “I see you staring in class, all the time,” he states, and you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

“I-,” you try to get words out but you can’t, everything about this was wrong, but making you so flustered you couldn’t breath almost. “It’s okay princess,” he said, god you could’ve melted at the pet name.

“I like it when pretty girls like you stare, especially you,” you watch as a smirk spreads across his lips, he leans down in a crotch position so you weren’t looking up at him. “Tell me,” he says, “what?” You managed to ask.

“Tell me what you think about when you stare,” he smirks. “Please,” he smiles, “i- fuck,” you said shaking your head not believing this is happening, looking down to the ground trying to comprehend the fact that Lilly was right.

His hand cups under your chin like before making you looking at him, “Tell me,” he said in slightly more demanding tone, which turned you on so very much.

“Depends,” you said, “depends on what?” He asks, “your wearing,” you say, “oh yeah?” He asks, “Tanks tops, I normally imagine ripping it off, straddling you in your chair, while you fuck my brains out,” you say, shyly but with other a stutter.

“I love imagining unbuckling your jeans, your leaned up on the wall while I suck you off,” you say another fantasy, “or, I’m on the wall and your the one giving me head,” you state.

“And, my personal favourite,” you smile seeing the way he’s dying on the inside, “bent over the desk, your hand over my mouth trying to keep me quiet as you slam into me, over, and over,” you say.

“You wanna make those fantasies a reality or keep it in that dirty little mind of yours,” he says, “making it a reality sounds nice,” you say, he nods agreeing with you, “yeah,” he says kissing you, you felt yourself fall completely apart then and there, honestly you wouldn’t care if anyone walked in, you just wanted him.

You felt his hands grip your hips pulling you up, legs wrapping around his waist. He placed you onto his desk, disconnected his lips from yours for a moment to lock the door, taking off his shirt on the way back over.

God, it was even better than you imagined. Your fingers trailed over his stomach, and then his chest, before coming back up to his neck and kissing him again.

“I don’t think you notice,” he breathed out as he kissed down your neck, “What?” You asked, trying to focus on something. “Me staring at you,” he admits, you smile at his words, feeling his hands glide under your top and lift it up and off of you. “Your my favourite student,” he says his fingers unclipping your bra, so effortlessly, so easily.

“Your my favourite teacher,” you say right after him, in which he laughs against your skin. Kissing over your chest, taking one of your breasts in, a gasp escaping your mouth as you feel the pleasure run over your chest.

“Y/n,” he says looking at you, you missed his lips on your skin already, “Hm?” You asked looking up at him, his eyes were so beautiful, “You cant tell anyone, not even your best friend,” he said, you had to be stupid to tell Lilly this, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, especially not about this, and Casey would definitely tell the blabber mouth anyways, “our little secret,” you said, watching a smirk form across his lips for the hundredth time.

“Good girl,” he said, you couldn’t help but whine at the pet name, loving it already. “You like that?” He asked looking back into your eyes, you bit your lip nodding, leaning into the hand he had on your neck, kissing down your chest once again.

“Sir,” you called out, he immediately stood right up at the name, smiling at your words. “Yeah princess?” He said, “Can I,” you gulped taking in another breath, “Can you?” He asked tilting his head a little forward furrowing his eyebrows.

You eyes looked down to his crotch area and he smile as you got what you were trying to say, “go ahead,” he said, your hands immediately went around his belt and you fell off from the desk onto your knees, pulling down his jeans and boxers, his length popping straight.

God, he was twice as big as you imagined. You were honestly intimidated by it, but you wrapped your hand around the lower half and licked a stripe up to the tip, hearing a soft moan escape from his lips.

“Good, good,” he whispered, his hand falling on your head, wrapping his fingers in your hair, you took a deep breath in before shoving him in your mouth, taking most of him in, just as much as you could, which was more than enough. You went slow for a second, feeling his tip hit the very back of your throat, but you got use to it after a couple times, and your pace got faster, bobbing your head back and forth, loving the sounds that were escaping his mouth.

“Ah fuck,” he said, you could feel his grip on your hair tighten, but you didn’t care, you loved this so much, “ok, ok,” you heard him say, pulling your head off his cock and making you stand up, “your so good,” he smiled kissing you harshly.

He twirled you around and bent you over his desk, sliding your pants and panties down your legs, his hands sliding over your ass to your hips, you could feel his tip at your entrance, “You okay love?” He asked, you whined out a yes, “hurry,” you managed to get out, feeling so needy you could die.

“So needy,” he said gripping tightly on your hips before slowly entering you, neither of you cared for a condom at this point, “oh god,” your hands wrapped around the edges of the desk, knuckles must’ve been turning white at how harsh you were gripping it, feeling his length slide in and out of you slowly, everytime speeding up a bit, but he was going way to slow for your liking.

“Your not living up to my fantasy sir,” you spoke, “oh no?“ he questioned, “What do I have to do then?” He asked, “just, don’t hold back,” you said with a smile, “you asked princess,” he said, before slamming into you harshly.

“Fuck!” You screamed out, feeling his hand then come around to your mouth covering it, lifting you up so your back was against him but he could still fuck you.

“Shhh princess,” he said kissing your neck before slamming into you again, his thrusts some how getting harder and harsher by the second. Your muffled moans wouldn’t stop, the feeling was painful in the best ways, but mostly pleasurable.

“You like sneaking ‘round don’t you?” He asked, “I didn’t take you for such a whore y/n,” he said, god was he good with his words. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit your g-spot, “there?” He asked hitting the same spot, you nod. He let you fall back onto the desk, his hand was still around your mouth and the other was in your hip, you didn’t know how he was doing it but he was.

You whined as he continued to hit the same spot over and over again, harder and rougher, every time he hit it was more pleasurable than the last. “Fuck,” he groaned out, “you close princess?” He asked, you nodded as you felt the knot in your stomach build and build.

Your nails were digging into the desk as you felt your climax wash over you, the best orgasms you had ever had, you could see stars. Your vision became blurry as you arched your back and came all over him.

“That’s a good girl,” he said removing his hand from your mouth, only hearing harsh breaths escape from you, he slowly pulled out of you, you didn’t even realise he came inside of you, but he did, you were on the pill so you had absolutely no problem with it.

You felt him pull up your pants you forgot he removed, you slowly stood back up, turning around to see him pulling up his own pants. You felt a little bit of fear that this might’ve just been a one time thing, he looked up to you after unbuckling his jeans smiling as he kissed your soft lips, “get dressed, lunch is almost over,” he said winking at you.

“Ed,” you called out as he grabbed his shirt, “This isn’t a one time thing, is it?” You asked a little nervous, “No, no, no,” he shook his head, walking up to you again, his shirt falling back over his chest.

“Maybe we should try a date, out of town,” he smiled at you, you felt a little fuzzy at the words, but happy about it, putting your bra and shirt back on, “I’ll pick you up at seven, Friday night?” He asked, you nod biting your lip, about to turn around to leave, but before you could he grabbed your wrist kissing you one last time, “Fix yourself up before you leave,”.

#fanfic #fem!reader #y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #strangers things fanfiction #eddie x reader #stranger things smut #eddie smut #smutty #teacher #teacher x student #fluff #teachers pet

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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Reader that can emit sounds from their memory(like as an aura)

Walk into a room? Why do I hear boss music

Comedic timing? Fuck yeah.

Bored? Jumpscare noise.

Zhongli talking? Jeopardy theme.

Someone is annoying? Earrape.

Think about it!

Hello! I’m the 12th Harbinger, aka as CHIL- bitch shut the fuck up, WHATS UP ITS YA BOY AQUARIUSSS- /ref

lmao imagine you walking into a room like this in teyvat, with like that audio I SAVE BY GIVING IT CPR- TIGHT AS VIRGIN BOY DONT GET NERVOUS-

(also ill stop apologizing for the late replies to these, bc as we all know by now that im slow and u will get answered eventually i promise tumblr most likely didnt delete u guys asks im just hoarding them LMAO)

I’ve been super busy running in circles so sorry about ghosting! I still very much enjoy and love u guys and love seeing you guys enjoy my stuff :’)

Still cant believe that, but thank you!

JEOPARDY THEME MUSIC WHEN ZHONGLI TALKS

HE’D BE SO CONFUSED

THINKIN HE GOT AN ANCIENT CURSE HE DOESNT KNOW ABT PUT ON HIM OR SMTH BC HE’S ALWAYS BEING STALKED BY THIS SONG-

(tbh unless the person is super observant I dont think most ppl would get that it’s YOU causing this chaos lmao)

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Like I can see Zhongli eventually getting it lol, other ppl I could see after the first few weeks of interacting with you (esp bc you mix it up, honestly it was only bc u kept playing the jeopardy theme over and over when Zhongli ranted on too long that he got it was you 💀):

Heizou (he’s the best detective on all of Inazuma’s islands, ofc he got it! no he will not acknowledge that he totally thought you were hiding a very musical tanuki somewhere on your person at all times lol)

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Alhaitham and Cyno (haitham took like, two hours of walking around town with you and knew, bc he’s a little know-it-all lazy bastard like that, and Cyno is actually just really aware, despite what most ppl think, he’s the General Mahamatra and not just a regular Mahamatra for a reason after all)

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Tighnari (i stg he can like, smell when bullshittery is happening in his vicinity …or... hear?)

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Venti (unsurpringly, he’s totally in love with this power of yours, i mean he definitely loves you cares about you a lot he says, but you’re starting to think he’s just lying to butter you up into pranking Diluc, Barbara, Jean, and really the entirety of Mondstadt more often including Zhongli just so he can laugh until he’s on the ground again, also he definitely once asked you to make a dragon sound that’s the equivalent of shouting FUCK at Dvalin when he was flying overhead one day)

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Hmm

Hm hm hmmmm

Who elseee, i need a characcctterrr lisstttt…

Albedo (duh, he’s albedo, you think he has an entirely too thick folder dedicated to your recent obsessions, you rant a lot about it while playing and also he can access your browsing history 👀, and he somehow doesn't know that about you?? You’re like, literally one of his long-term, there-for-life, has-bought-a-house-for-free-in-his-head-you- arent-even-on-rent-anymore, hyperfixations or special interests. Autistic!Albedo is autistic, Because I Am Your God, And I Say It Is So.)

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Dehya (always knows when its you walking around near her bc you like to listen to your old world’s songs too often when you arent pranking bitches, she actually rlly likes it and your music tastes…)

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HOLY FUCK SPEED RUN BC GOD THERE’S TOO MANY BITCHES WANNA BE YOUR BABY, RIDING AROUND IN A DAMN MERCEDES-

OKAY-

SO not all in the same way or at the same time, or even the same length of time did they realize you literally change background music or some shit so I’ll let you just- you know okay- like you get it- you get it.

Xiao, Kazuha, Kaeya, Diluc, Ayato, Yae Miko, Keqing, Qiqi, Klee, Sara, Kuki, Nahida, Ningguang, Rosaria, Scaramouche/Babygirl, Dainsleif, Kokomi, Xinyan, Yun Jin, Yelan.

Jfc got the whole damn pride flag up here

Anyway everybody else outta luck, at least takes em a month or longer to get it lol

♡

Sorry abt the end there i didnt feel like writing out all those bitches bc the few I did before were already longer than I thought they’d be…

Also, I am posting these spam of drafts (and that old follower 100+ event possession headcanons in prep for the next 2 weeks bc I will be really busy, again :/

Got spring break shenanigans this week, then I’ll be running around like a cat with zoomies bc im getting ready to install/actually submit my artworks for the gallery exhibition!

…wish me luck or prayers or anything good from any god you believe in, I need the strength.

With love, safe travels,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

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abstractnaturaldisaster · 1 year

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Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU

I am so floored by the response! It is absolutely so fun that y’all want to read my silly stories! This is a relatively short update but I am working on the rest! Hoping to post the full story by Valentine’s and I might also post an AO3 link at some point if anyone would like that I Part One I Part Two I Also on AO3!

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Chrissy and Eddie had been taking bets about what type of business was opening up across the way. Eddie’s guesses had run the gamut from hipster coffee shop to hipster hairdresser to hipster high-end taxidermy while Chrissy had more or less stuck with her original guess of a speakeasy style bar. Eddie was starting to close up shop for the day when some guy in an honest-to-god sweater vest and jeans ran over.

“It’s too late to place any orders today. Sorry if you need to apologize to your wife and 2.5 kids and forgot until the last minute.” Eddie had to admit the guy was pretty infuriatingly handsome. If you were in to normie core, that is.

“What? I’m not- okay, uhm. I’m actually here because I just rented the place across the way and I wanted to ask about setting up a recurring weekly arrangement?” Steve asked.

“What?” Eddie yelled over Judas Priest.

“It’s a wonder you can ever hear anything over all this noise.” Steve gestured towards the speaker.

Chrissy had overheard the exchange from the backroom and cut Eddie off before he could start ranting about real music, “Yes, we are interested in setting up a recurring weekly bouquet arrangement for our new neighbors, Eddie.”

Chrissy turned back around to lower the speaker's volume and pulled Eddie and Steve into the shop and onto stools by the workbench Eddie uses for arranging. Eddie glared at her but they’d just lost one of their regular accounts to some online service that was apparently way cheaper than what De Lucas’ could offer.

“Sure. What were you thinking, dude?” Eddie asked Steve.

“Just something nice for our front desk. Not too big and maybe nothing that people are commonly allergic to? But I’ve seen the arrangements you load up for delivery and I trust your eye. I’m not a live flower expert.”

“Of course, big boy.” Eddie noticed Steve flush a little bit at the pet name. Eddie reached behind Steve to grab one of the flyers Chrissy had made for company floral services. He purposely invaded Steve’s space a little more than necessary just to see if he could get the guy to flush a little deeper.

“Uhm, thanks, man. I’ll get out of your hair since it’s late. Sorry.”

“I’ve got time for you now if you want to talk through anything,” Eddie couldn’t resist biting his lip a little bit. Steve was apparently very easy to ruffle and Eddie sure did love antagonizing his hipster neighbor. “Tell me a little bit about your place?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s a tattoo studio? Just me and my friend’s helping run the, like, business part of it.” Steve responded

“You tattoo?”

“Yeah. Really fucking well actually,” Steve pushed back. It seemed like Eddie had hit a nerve.

“Shouldn’t you have like at least one tattoo?” Eddie’s brain to mouth filter had apparently stopped working. He shouldn’t be actively shitting on a potential customer.

“Who says I don’t?” Steve answered with a wink. It was Eddie’s turn to feel a little faint as his imagination took a little too much creative liberty thinking about where Steve’s tattoo might be.

Thankfully, Chrissy took the awkward silence as an opportunity to step in and work with Steve to confirm what level of floral arrangement he was looking for, how often he wanted a new arrangement, and if he wanted pick up or delivery.

“I can stop by and pick them up. Wouldn’t want you to go through the trouble of adding me to your schedule since I’m just across the way. Any chance I could pick one up tomorrow around lunch time? My first client is coming at two.” Steve asked.

“Noon’s great, Steve!” Chrissy reached out to shake Steve’s hand while Eddie was still working on slowing his heart rate back to a reasonable rhythm.

“Amazing, thanks so much guys!” Steve called as he headed out of De Lucas’ and back across the street.

“Woah, Eddie. Truly a masterclass in both flirting and getting new clients. I should have taken notes,” Chrissy said once Steve had made it halfway into the road.

“Hey, fuck you.”

“He speaks!” Chrissy patted Eddie’s head and added, “You’ll have to get better at interacting with him since you’ll be seeing each other once a week now.”

Eddie dramatically sighed and laid his upper body across the workbench, getting little pieces of flower refuse stuck in his hair.

“I’m so screwed.”

You wish, babe,” Chrissy cackled as she grabbed her bag and headed out for the day.

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Part 4 now available here!

Taglist: @maya-custodios-dionach @eboyawstenn @swimmingbirdrunningrock @sadcanadianwinter @thehumblefigtree @throwbackthrowaway @micheledawn1975

I think I caught everyone! I seriously am so genuinely amazed by the reception!

#my fic #steve x eddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie #tattoo parlor / flower shop AU

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gloamvonhrym · 6 months

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oh I never posted all my silly phoenicis worldbuilding (birdbuilding) that I did while in fanfic writing hell

here’s a huge mostly-boring set of notes expanding and/or playing havoc with canon. I’m putting it here for future reference. maybe to link to it for funsies if I ever post this hell fic

phoenicis is a small insular nation with little social hierarchy, living on inhospitable mountains inaccessible to anyone except other birds. phoenicis has therefore evolved on a somewhat separate cultural track from everybody else in tellius. in this essay I will

economy/practical shit

implicitly in canon hawks are intensely community-oriented. again, they’re a small nation without much hierarchy, and with some preference for chaos. they all “just do what needs to be done”, paraphrasing ulki. they’re not the Strong Guys for the heck of it: they work together to protect & care for their own, and harbor a strong sense of collective duty and trust.

so they’re commies

with serenes out of the picture they’re the biggest commies in tellius

they don’t have currency, that’s some human shit. to each according to their need etc

(exactly how small and close-knit is. phoenicis? small enough that kilvas, a similarly small nation with even fewer resources, could kill everyone on the home front in basically a day when it was left undefended. so. take that for what it is)

infrastructure

minor architecture tangent: we don’t see much of phoenicis & kilvas except for the exteriors of their respective castles, which is kinda boring. obviously not everyone lives in the castles. but phoenicis DOES have some other visible infrastructure, namely the funky detail of these open doorways built into both the castle itself and the surrounding cliffs:

(I don’t know if there’s any kind of proper name for these, because obviously irl we don’t need them and they’re not a thing. I’ve been calling them sky doors, and I might have nabbed that from rebecca roanhorse’s “between earth and sky”, although idk if she in turn nabbed it from anyone else)

anyway there appears to be no actual barrier on these, at least not externally. what did I say. commies. who’s gonna rob and kill you in your own home, in your little nation-commune, where nobody except other birds can get to you, and everyone trusts everyone else to do their duty and provide for each other. (the answer is that other birds will betray you, eventually. sad!)

anyway it’s boring to stick around the castle 100% of the time. I imagine that this architectural idea continues down into the valleys, where maybe artisans can make stuff and services can be provided and bargain economy shit can happen

hawks have seemingly only been pirates for the last 20 years or so, and they do piracy for the sake of vengeance rather than need, and they can’t do that much of it because there aren’t a ton of them; and unlike kilvas, they abstain from trade with the whole rest of the continent, and are isolationist by choice. so they must be self-sufficient in basically every way. someone’s got to be making fabric, making clothes, making shoes, forging metals, creating pottery, creating music and art, administering medicine, providing education, etc, somewhere.

healthcare

tangent about medicine: phoenicis is probably the only nation in the continent that has historically had no contact with healing magic at all. the herons had innate healing magic, and everyone else either has human mages or contact with human mages. but phoenicis is on its own. their medical science is therefore more advanced by irl standards, because it has to be. they know more shit about practical mundane antitoxins, antibiotics, wound dressing, surgeries, anesthetics, and complications. it’s less pleasant than magical means, but it works.

(canonically, healing magic works on wounds and not so much things like regular illnesses, so everyone’s still got some mundane medical care; but when that’s ALL you’ve got, I think it follows that you necessarily come to understand the pure mundane science better than most other people. I bet phoenicis has bred its share of real scientists. if anyone in tellius is going to invent electricity,) (also: they might value physical strength very much, but because they’re commies, I figure they take care of their sick/disabled/injured pretty well, and most of them are at terms with the fact that not everyone can be the Strongest Guys. reyson’s complex about being too weak to live is likely more due to survivor’s guilt, helplessness to protect others/wreak revenge personally, and a post-traumatic focus on violence as a primary determinant of outcomes, rather than any actual pervasive cultural messaging that he’s useless.)

age

hawks live to some, what, 300+ years? janaff says a 24 year old should barely be speaking, but I feel like his ass was just being dramatic, similar to the way we needle real-life 18 year old adult humans about being tiny babies. there’s no reason why any creature should take 20+ years to be at least functional, that would be a huge evolutionary disadvantage. I posit that hawk adolescence is considered to last roughly age 20 to 70 (with heron adolescence lasting somewhat longer, given their longer lifespan; maybe to 80-85, such that reyson has somewhat recently hit true adulthood by the time PoR rolls around).

teenagers are stupid. hawk teenagers are REALLY stupid. chaos predilection + hormones. many of them will gleefully pick a fight over any dumb thing and be horny about it. strong with the vigor of youth, but exceptionally poor sense of their own limitations

by age 100+, their temperament evens out; but any contender for the king’s power is probably going to come from the young crowd at any given time. speaking of which,

government

there isn’t much of one. phoenicis is not big. everyone knows everyone and they’re very efficient commies so everything gets done that needs to get done. tibarn has 2 dumbass advisors. who needs a secretary of state.

the title of king goes to “the strongest” (I assume the intent is that this is determined by combat, against self-selected challengers who get to take over if they win, wakanda style). although canonically, his power is that he gets to call some shots but doesn’t really get any special privileges or reverence beyond that, which is nice because it means that if the king became super unpopular, the rest of phoenicis could probably depose him without much trouble if they wanted to. no divine rights here.

(worth noting: I think tibarn’s characterization is super different between fe9 and fe10, with RD tibarn being a lot sassier and more informal. FEH skewed towards the RD vibe, and I think they were right for that. given the hawks’ uniquely relaxed philosophy towards royalty, their insular culture, and the likelihood that they all knew tibarn by name before he ever had a title, it wouldn’t make sense for them to do a lot of formalized bowing and scraping. RD tibarn would never have unironically addressed caineghis as “o majestic king of lions” or whatever he said)

(by contrast, apparently, in japanese, reyson consistently addresses tibarn formally (and also naesala, up until naesala betrays him). I don’t speak japanese and can’t really count this as an aspect of my experience of these characters, but I wonder if the other birds also address each other in this way, or if it’s a trait peculiar to reyson.)

family

families are not nuclear. hawks raise their kids pretty communally, foremost in unstructured “flocks” (households or clusters of households). actual bio parents may or may not be closely involved

parenting is kind of hands-off overall. the concept of adult supervision falls away pretty fast. “let your kid do the stupid dangerous thing so that he learns what’s stupid and dangerous” ass culture; learning by experience is optimal, and if you’re not adequately responsible then others are less likely to be sympathetic and/or have your back in turn. hawk kids tend to gain squads quickly, and they often hang together for life ride or die

if a young hawk is neglected or entirely rejected by their home flocks - rare, but not impossible - likely someone else will pick up the slack, if not adults then some loyal friends

relevant headcanons: tibarn, ulki, and janaff have been sticking together since an early age. ulki in particular had some problems - his original family did not appreciate that he kept overhearing things he shouldn’t, and he was way too autistic to know what was meant to not be repeated, so after not too long he became a bit of a lone wolf. tibarn and janaff already knew each other - janaff’s exceptional sight didn’t cause him any similar problems; and were initially concerned with ulki’s misfit status, but his ability was a valuable bonus. they all adopted each other.

food

the main thing hawks don’t do is cook. because they mostly eat raw meat, fish, and bugs, which is very sexy of them. I imagine every household has certain members designated to hunt regularly on its behalf. add that one to the chore chart

(maybe someone starts experimenting more with cooking when herons are there, and further when phoenicis is open to international relations. for fun and community!)

gender

ok the shit I made up, let’s go off the rails

hawks are queer-normative. in that they don’t give a shit about the anatomy or superficial presentation of who sleeps with whom. most of them are equal-opportunity in that regard

they are, however, by human standards, masc-centric to a sort of absurd degree. they’re not dumb senseless brutes (see again, commies, intense intra-community trust); they’re also probably not the most emotionally available fellas

(“but wouldn’t this level of intra-community trust result in greater emotional availability, not less?” look I’m not saying they’re scared of it. but why would you cry out your feelings with some other guy when you could be killing animals or committing piracy about it.)

gender presentation: I said equal-opportunity in terms of sexuality. might be because it’s a little difficult to tell. the games appear to have no female hawk characters but in MY headcanons their presentation is just masc-centric across the board, and maybe they skew a little less sexually dimorphic in general, so you wouldn’t know anyway

most hawks are he/hims. that’s just a quirk. like discworld dwarves but with less to say about it. just a nation of butches, for fun

bad gender parity in the tellius games? how do you know janaff isn’t a he/him lesbian

hawk dress is largely unisex, earth-toned, and utilitarian. not necessarily fully unadorned - tibarn has an earring & a few other things, including a necklace (feathers; battle trophies?) - but he’s still pretty rugged. nobody is flashy.

nothing AGAINST conventionally feminine presentation per se. hawks would chafe against overly rigid norms. but the way medieval-fantasy femininity looks, they’d probably think it’s a little odd in a practical sense. but who knows. maybe leanne starts something with those she/her pronouns and flowy dresses yk.

(tangent on clothing: phoenicis isn’t really friendly for something like cotton crops, but they can have wool, because goats & sheep can live on mountains. I’m also happy to make up that there’s some kind of hardy tellius breed of mulberry-adjacent tree, which can grow at least somewhere in phoenicis, resulting in the availability of silk and maybe barkcloth. or something. idk I’m not that kind of historian.)

sexuality

hawks primarily value strength, physical + emotional. we knew this. again, doesn’t make for the greatest emotional intelligence. overt softness is not the thing. tibarn kind of sucks at the direct empathy that reyson claims all living beings share, for instance. 2 hawks in a fight would rather tussle it out than waste time talking.

this carries over. in a partner, again, attraction tends to disregard sexed anatomy, but the most valuable thing is being well-matched physically. being creatures of chaos, they trust their impulses, they like a challenge, they don’t mind a fight, and they probably don’t super want to be with someone they have to worry about hurting

(hence that kind of hot chemistry between tibarn & nailah. also janaff hits on lucia at first glance bc she’s a knight obviously she’s got some beef babeyy)

pursuant: by and large, hawks really don’t find herons very attractive. that delicate graceful peaceful affect is kind of a mystifying ideal to them. it’s like art - nice to look at, ig, but what would you actually do with it. people significantly weaker than you are for you to protect, not sleep with. tibarn is a notable exception because he is down bad for reyson

and reyson is like an alien, and tibarn is maybe a bit of a freak for being into someone so fragile. you are the very strongest guy, tf you want with a boy who breaks if you look at him wrong. what do you get out of that sir. he has complexes about this :) but I’m not going to elaborate on that because that’s what hell fic is for

“herons in phoenicis: conceptualizing the vulnerable body in hawk-normative society”, the title of my tellius gender studies thesis at the university of crimea or whatever

speaking of reyson. what does this mean for him. I need to talk about it because I’m obsessed with him. the commie stuff isn’t that much of a culture shock at least

but have some added fuckery: sole survivor, adapting to another culture, learning another language; lone chaos-sensitive empath in a sea of macho chaos-oriented dudes who aren’t very attuned to that kind of thing; also extremely physically distinctive in a way that is kind of weird at best

how do you even maintain a sense of personal identity when the baseline relevant factor is “you’re incomprehensibly different from everyone around you in every way possible”? I think reyson experiences some Gender about this. the most masculine heron is still a lily reed compared to even a fairly femme hawk

reyson’s gender, per the rest of the continent: male. reyson’s gender among hawks: heron

I imagine leanne is somewhat shielded from this once she comes round - she’s able to lean on reyson and naesala, and I figure she does, pretty heavily, considering she picks up maybe a few words of the modern tongue over the course of 3 years. she’s deliberately feminine, and also has already chosen her own terrible boyfriend [affectionate]. she’s not without her own traumas, but she’s more supported, and maybe is even in a place to kind of enjoy the confusion & attention she garners from being the sole girly-girl. I feel like she would.

and her terrible boyfriend [affectionate] is a raven, not a hawk. and by contrast, ravens are VERY attracted to herons. because herons are pretty. and ravens like shiny pretty things.

misc

I’m not quite committed enough to make constructed-culture art, but in my mind hawk visual & aural culture resembles late antique/early modern celtic styles in a few ways. insular culture yk. some book of kells bullshit.

(kinda weird, upon reflection, that phoenicis isn’t full of ancient tongue speakers, considering serenes was allegedly one of the few nations they were ever friendly with. and yet even tibarn understands very little ancient. at the very least, being the most isolated nation, it would make sense for the hawks to have their own modern dialect. but they don’t, that would have been hard for an FE game to pull off, and I’m not enough of a linguist to try. so it is what it is! maybe, even though they don’t fraternize with other nations, they’ve always kept pretty close tabs on them just in case, the necessity of spying facilitated the shift to modern. whereas serenes never did that. anyway sometimes the hawks sound a little irish in my head.)

they are also superstitious. all those lonely windswept coastal peaks, there’s a lot of howling winds, spooky nooks, weird environmental physics interacting with weather phenomena. you end up with stories about folk monsters. hawks know shit about ghosts, fairies, sirens, and banshees, and how to placate them if you piss them off. also the herons sometimes scare people to death because they wear nothing but white and drift around like specters.

I also have a lot of headcanons about herons. but they’re more feelingsy. so I’ll leave that go. I might add to this as I remember more stuff

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what kills me about conversations about her reputation album is that people seem to forget the fact that she worked on that album the entire time during the 2016 shitstorm very obviously at no point did she believe her career was over, it was a calculated move to have the album ready the second there was a pause so she could capitalize on that and shift the conversation in her favor. she's probably the single celebrity in all of history to be so conniving and absolutely ham fisted when it comes to controlling her image.

I don't doubt she acts wild about it in private, we all know someone in our regular lives who gets a little too obsessed with social media and their "image" because they get it in their heads that they could be idk influencers or whatever and that makes them act absolutely annoyingly insufferable all the time for the sake of that "image". I imagine shes like that but blown up to a scale of 10 million which also explains the need for constant pap walks with her model squad and the bs time cover. all for the sake of keeping a perfectly manicured "I'm better than you" image.

there is not a single situation she doesn't analyze and find just the right way to work herself into the positive center of and it's actually frightening. most recent example being Anas death in Brazil, she's so devoid of any real human emotion like idk it's unthinkable to me to not do everything possible to help that girls family especially if I had billions at my disposal but instead she opts to make them a spectacle for her own gain to get the conversation to shift again then just never discuss it again. no normal person would jump to that train of thought I'm sorry they just wouldn't.

We know being image obsessed for the average person turns them into egotistical unpleasant people so why do so many think the same thing wouldn't apply to her? she is beyond egotistical and unpleasant and it's very clear so long as you're not purposefully blinding yourself to it for the sake of "but I just wanna listen to mindless pop & not be told to feel guilty about x y x thing!" like I hate to break it to you but congrats on being fully indoctrinated into capitalism, mindless consuming for your own benefit without a single thought for how what you're consuming is doing to the world around you.

all that to say she would shit herself if she listened to real goth or metal music & heard the things they actively criticize (it's everything about her).

ohh call her outt

#anti taylor swift #swifties dni

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butmakeitgayblog · 11 months

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I'm not the same anon who asked about the story but I would love to know more about when Clarke finds out Lexa is gay. Love your fics and your blog <3

Thank you bby 💕

Clarke finds out by accident.

Gay serendipity, if you will.

It's on a night about a week or so into her ill-conceived visit home when she's bouncing off the walls of her mother and stepfather's very quiet, very 'Bud Lite is hard alchohol, Clarke', very everyone's already in bed by 9:45pm home.

So she does what her little bisexual heart used to dream of back when she'd be sighing over a mountain of homework that she'd put off until the night when there truly was nothing in podunk town to do. She grabs her keys and drives two towns over to the nearest hole-in-the-wall gay bar.

It's not that she's looking to hookup or anything, but she's banking on the booze being cheaper, the bartender less sleezy, and the music being at least nominally better than any of its close straight counterparts. And she gets a few raised eyebrows at her obviously not-from-around-here attire, but it's find cuz Clarke works well under pressure snd it's no time before she's 3 drinks in and made best friends with the bouncer decked out in leather.

So imagine her shock when she traipses her way toward the bathroom in the back, already mentally planning her gymnastics of how she's gonna pee in this place without actually having to touch anything, when she catches a glimpse of a familiar head of brunette in the corner.

That? Pulls her up short quick as shit. Steps fully grinding to stop, need for a bathroom long forgotten.

Because.... yyyyeah... Ok.

Ok.

That's... That is definitely Lexa.

That is Lexa sitting in the corner of dingy gay bar, wearing that godawful sweater and nursing what looks like a whiskey sour.

The same woman who'd lead every student council anti-drug and alcohol school assembly. The same woman who'd been active in 4-H Club and who'd probably made honor roll when she was still in diapers. The same woman who'd sassed Clarke just a few days prior for being stupid enough to ask if Gus's could manage a cappuccino or an espresso, and had served her up a cup of plain black coffee instead.

With a smile and an offer of her choice between regular or decaf, and the option of store bought hazelnut creamer or sugar free vanilla ("We keep it stocked for Mr. Parker's diabetes" she'd explained for no reason at all) if Clarke would like, because customer service, obviously.

So yeah, that is definitely her sitting there sipping her drink while reading a book in a bar, because of course she would be.

And Clarke approaches her with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, making her way over and plunking down in the small table's spare seat with little more than a, "What in the hell are you doing here?"

Lexa, having far more tact and just a bit less liquor in her system, marks her place with her finger and flips the book closed and greets Clarke with a perfectly friendly, if not tired, "Hello, Clarke."

As though running into each other at gay bar isn't something worth causing Clarke's brain to short circuit.

"What are you doing here?"

"I suspect the same thing as you," Lexa says on the tail end of a dainty sip and rattle of the ice cubes in her drink.

Which, yeah duh, obviously that makes sense, but also, "How— Wha— How did I never know you were..."

"A lesbian?"

It's the way she says it. With just that soft lilt of amusement mixed with a touch of scandal, all glinting eyes in the bar's neon lowlight and those ridiculously full lips pulled up in a secret kind of grin.

It all has Clarke struggling to ignore the sudden swoop of her belly as she sits back in her chair. "Well... yeah," she breathes around the inexplicable feeling that somehow her entire childhood had been a lie. "How did I never know this? How did no one ever know this?"

Lexa just shrugs.

"No one ever bothered to ask."

And that lands like a boulder-sized punch to the gut. Because she's right. And Clarke knows it.

A piece of her aches imagining how lonely that must've felt.

"I'm bi," she finds herself blurting just to fill in the awkward silence that stretches between then and because it suddenly feels important that Lexa know that about her as well.

Lexa must take mercy on her, or maybe it's just pity with the way she nods, like that wasn't a completely redundant and idiotic thing to say considering they are both sitting in a gay bar.

"I know, Clarke."

"Wait, you already knew?"

"Yes."

"Since when?"

"I'm honestly not sure."

"We did— You and I, we never talked... How exactly did you know then?"

She hums and tips back another sip. "Hm... In the wise words of a great thinker that came before me, 'One can observe a lot just by watching'."

Clarke can't help the roll of her eyes, because of course Lexa would still spout philosophical crap when drinking whiskey. "What does that— Is that some kind of zen shit or something?"

"Mmm, close," Lexa says in a quiet laugh. "Yogi Berra. Dad's a big baseball history fanatic."

Right.

She should've expected something like that.

Because Clarke is in fact still talking to the Alexandria Woods. The one who can't seem to manage to just be normal at any goddamn point in her life. But as perplexing as this woman is - as she's always been, apparently - that still doesn't answer her question.

"Okaaay. So, what? Are you saying I was obvious?"

Lexa's eyes feel magnetic. Dangerous at how they pin Clarke under their stare. The few seconds it takes for Lexa to slowly shake her head feel like an eternity in Clarke's mind before she offers up nothing more than simple, "No."

Clarke has no idea what to make of that answer.

And Clarke decides right then that maybe she's too drunk for all this. For this woman and her riddles and her general weird ass confusing... ness. Maybe her brain is just too addled by cheap beer and the faint scent of cigarettes to make sense of the night's revelations on top of the look Lexa sits there and gives her.

Or why it has her body getting warm and tingly from the inside...

So she excuses herself in the form of a scraping chair legs across the linoleum and an eloquent declaration of her suddenly dire need to pee.

Lexa takes it stride. As though she'd been expecting as much all along, not missing a beat as she flips her book back open and goes right back to her saved spot on the page.

Clarke can only manage a grunt in return in her haste to get some air when Lexa quietly tells her to get home safe.

#anon #a walk to remember au #AWTR synopsis #anonymous-red-506 I saw you asked for this too 💕

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a-s-levynn · 3 months

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You're a librarian? That's so cool! How do you like it? I'm a big reader so I always think it would be so cool to work with books in a non-selling way (aside from any book bins there may be).

~phosphorescent-spectre

@phosphorescent-spectre tagging you because i don't know when you are active and it's been a bit since you sent this in.

Usually my previous job gets the "cool" sticker, so thank you!

I'm putting in a cut because it's me, you know by now i'm unable to be brief

To be perfectly honest i'm kind of on the middle with it? It's nice, it has cool moments, it pays abysmal and no one gives a shit about the field. At least here. And the truth it that it's like any other job, if your collagues suck the work sucks. And contrary to popular belief in a regular library there is little time to read if you work there sadly.

Now what is cool about being a librarian is the versatility. It depends on the library and what you are specializing in but generally, you can do so many things, not just the lending and cataloging. Especially in smaller libraries. Because besides the traditional jobs like lending, cataloging, orginizing, ordering books and journals etc you take part in event organizing and/or helding, which can include lessons from toddlers to eldery, it could be music program, author-reader meetup, educational seminar for schools or to the public.

Children's events, movie afternoon. If your library has space for it heck you can held coffee/tea house type events or if there is a garden than gardening based ones. Small theater plays for all ages. Whatever you can imagine. The one i work at, we do not have a garden or too many spaces, but we have a so called saloon library of an old noble couple and we do guided tours in that space. And i sometimes hold classes for university students who are specializing in bookhistory just like i did.

Anything and everything community based ideas are on the table as long as there is space and budget for it. So in general, the idea of being a librarian is preatty neat, but the reality is that the money is not great, the options are limited by budgeting and there are a lot of jaded professionals on the field. But still contrary to that, it is moving forward and in certain countries there are wonderful examples of libraries being progressive community hubs basically.

I'm not sure it answers your question but it's a bit more nuanced than a "ye cool go for it".

#levynn answers #phosphorescent-spectre

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This was not supposed to happen. (Clementine X Fem! Reader)

A/N: I’m so sorry for this basically taking almost a year to write and publish but this year has been something for me. Having to move out and into another place, family getting covid and the me right after them, and then having to get a new job and getting settled with it. Again I’m so sorry! And I’m sorry for the shit summary lol

Request: @angelica-ho Can you do a Clementine x female reader imagine where they are in a relationship and the reader gets badly injured and clementine has to take care of the reader.

Words: 1,112

Summary: Getting injured wasn’t on your plan when you went out hunting but luckily you have someone back home to help you heal.

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This was not supposed to happen. Not at all. Never. But it did.

A regular track and hunt turn shoot-out was a perfect way to start the day. Firing what's left of the bullets (Y/N) has left, she leans a little out of her hiding spot.

Crouching down behind the tree, she looked around at her small group, which had no chance against the six men firing right back at them. The buck they were hunting lying dead on the ground after the many shots fired back and forth.

Louis and Violet were behind other trees firing when they saw an opening or a guy. After many shots to the head or body, the men started to dwindle, making it easier and easier to get out alive. The last shot and a body falling to the ground were like music as everything was finally calm. Walking out slowly with their weapons still raised, ready for if anything should pop out unexpectedly.

"Glad the buck is still here," Louis laughs as he checks it out while Violet lowers her gun and searches some of the men for supplies. (Y/N) puts her gun away before rubbing her forehead as a minor headache makes its way behind her eyes. All was calm at the moment, but like most times, the calm turned into a storm as a branch snapping was heard.

Heads snapped up as a figure came out of hiding, and before anyone could react, they fired. The bullet flies through the air, embedding itself into its unlucky host. Another shot was fired, landing between the man's eyes as all eyes turned to Violet. (Y/N) was about to thank the blonde girl, but the pain radiating through her side made it impossible to do anything but kneel to the ground and whimper in pain.

"Shit!"

Shuffling of feet was heard as the pained girl was grabbed into the arm of one of her friends. The other was lifting her shirt to see where the bullet got her.

"Looks like it went right through, thank god." Louis said, putting her shirt back in place and putting pressure on the wound, "We need to get her back." Violet and Louis then got into a bickering match about what to do about everything else, making (Y/N) groan in pain and annoyance.

"Someone just carry me, and then you guys can come back to get the buck," (Y/N) breathes out as pain shoots through her side. Luckily the two agreed as Violet helped get the injured girl onto Louise's back. The small group then hurried to the school to get medical attention.

Once back at the school, the group was greeted by Clem and Asiam, guarding the gate, "What happened?!"

"Here, let me take her," Clem said, grabbing her injured girlfriend to take too Ruby as Louis told Asaim what happened. Clem lays (Y/N) in the nurse's station on one of the beds before fussing over her and asking what happened.

A couple hours later, everything was patched up, letting the girl finally relax. Instructions on what and what not to do while healing were coming out of Ruby's mouth, and right when she said the last word AJ came running in. Worry was painting the poor boy's face, "What happened? Are you okay? I was told you got hurt!"

He wanted to jump on the bed and hug his foster mother but didn't want to put her in any more pain than she was already in. So he opted to sit on the edge of the bed and hold her hand as the girl spoke reassuringly.

Laying more into the bed, she closed her eyes as the headache hit her harder than earlier. By Ruby's demands, (Y/N) couldn't leave the bed for the next couple of days so the healing process could start smoothly. So finally, after doing everything she could, the redhead left the room so the little family could have some private time.

Wanting to get out of the day's clothes, (Y/N) looked over at Clem and asked to grab her some from their room. Leaving the two others in the room to talk and reassure each other.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm okay, goofball, I promise." Smiling, the girl squeezed AJ's hand to make her point stronger.

"Hmm," AJ, now thinking he was too old for said nickname, decided not to complain as his foster mother was hurt and put on bed rest until she was healed.

Clem walked back in with clean clothes for her girlfriend to change into, making AJ hop off the bed and yelled he was getting water for his wounded foster mother. Clementine then begins to help with getting the dirty and bloody clothes off before grabbing a rag to help clean up anything left on her girlfriend's skin.

Getting into the clean clothes involved more kissing than actually putting the clothes on, but who’s complaining - certainly not (Y/N). After everything is done (which was kind of a bitch to do with a bullet wound that hasn't started healing yet) and getting comfortable, Clem sits on the bed to get comfy without disturbing (Y/N)'s comfort.

AJ then barges into the room with water and a book in hand and makes his way over to the bed holding the couple. He gave the water to (Y/N) and the book to Clementine, "Can you read to us, please?"

AJ's puppy-dog eyes had made Clem retract the no that was floating in her mind, "Okay," She sighed, "Get comfy, goofball."

The young boy settled onto the end of the bed, ready for the story to begin. Opening the hardcover, Clem reads the book's first sentence, already getting everyone on the bed hooked.

Halfway through, AJ and (Y/N) fell asleep, making Clem put the book down and kiss her girlfriend's head that's leaning on her shoulder. Then, letting out a happy sigh, Clem closes her eyes, letting sleep take her into dreamland.

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"Oh my god, will you stop."

"You have to be comfy; you got shot!"

"Yeah, like days ago, Jesus."

"Just work with me, women!"

Finally, getting (Y/N) to work with her, Clementine carried her girlfriend to their shared room, the one AJ decided to move out of because he felt old enough and wanted privacy.

"I feel like a princess being carried off into the sunset but with no sunset."

"Well, I am kinda your knight in shining armor," Clem smirked, feeling smug about how she was able to carry (Y/N).

"Good thing it’s you carrying me and not the other way around because I don't think I'd be able to carry your fat butt."

"Hey!"

#clementine x female reader #twdg clementine #Clem #twdg #x fem!reader #zombies #injury #Clementine being the best #twdg aj #sorry this took forever to write #clementine x fem! reader

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DA here, oddly specific poll for the ages!!! I mean the dancer thing lives in a penthhouse in my mind rent free because that's a WHOLE person they took care of for an undefined period of time like... what did he look like? what was the nature of their relationship with him? did they have any memorable nights out together? have they kept in touch with him or attempted to track him down in modern times? I have SO many questions. Anne was wild for that. But also! Armand gifting Daniel expensive jewerly, diamond tiara included (imagine Armand putting in on Daniel's head for the first time), them collecting "specimens" (I'm guessing animals/insetcs/spiders of some sort? plants?) and microscopes and obsessing over them, them just randomly interviewing people on the street (an overly excited teenager and a young reporter stop you in the middle of the street and start asking you insane questions?? for seemingly no reason??), Armand filming all kinds of weird shit ahem 👀🔥, them hanging out in Latin America for a while, going to fortune tellers/tea readers(?) in NYC... it just goes on and on and on jfc chapter of all time😭

Oh my gosh, right, it really is a The Chapter of All Time. I fully admit I crowd-sourced some of the options for the poll and there are so many that I might have to do a second one!

The Dancer thing is so wild to me. It's just this throw away line and yet it could mean so many different things! Was it just some dancer they financially supported, Armand leaving envelopes of cash on their doorstep? Was this person a friend who hung out with them sometimes?

I'll tell you, I think it was someone who ran in the same social circles and I like that idea because as hectic and chaotic as their life together was during those years, I absolutely believe they had social circles in the art scene, people they routinely saw at galas and shows, people whose parties they attended, bars they frequented enough to be regulars. I spend so much time thinking about the connections they made, and even if they kept people at a distance, imagine the number of lives impacted? Of people who knew Armand and Daniel as that slightly odd couple who love art and music and conversation, even if one of them is often sneaking off to smoke a joint or hit the bar? I definitely think they left their mark. (And imagine how many of those people read QotD and thought like... how funny, aren't they like that couple we used to know who ran all over the city to see all of our art shows? I wonder if the author knows them?)

But that dancer, oi! That has kept me up at night for sure.

The tiara thing is so funny, I like to picture Daniel wearing it around for the rest of the night before he has to turn it in for cash. And like at that point, Daniel had been existing with and living with a vampire for what, 6-7 years? Like it's hardly the weirdest thing ever but having your boyfriend hand you priceless works of art and piles of jewels so you can fence them during the day... Daniel deserves whatever wedding ring Armand gets him post-canon.

The specimens and the science stuff is gold too! We talk a lot about Armand and gadgets but what about Armand and entomology and astronomy? Daniel and Armand did so much weird science! The camera thing is so funny too, like what I would pay to see those tapes (not even necessarily the smutty ones... but I'd also like to see those, thanks! 🥵) Just the idea of them standing on the street corner interviewing strangers and Daniel being like "I used to do this a job and now it's my immortal boyfriend's hobby." I think he enjoyed it though. Honestly I think Daniel enjoyed most of this stuff and had a blast with him, and it's part of why Daniel loves him.

The South America stuff too! The treasure hunting! The mansion in Florida they abandoned for the Night Island. All brilliant tidbits.

You could write a hundred fics to try and flesh all this stuff out and never be done. How Anne managed to pack so much into those pages is a mystery and an incredible feat for sure!

#thank you for the message DA!!#glad you liked the poll #it really is the chapter of all time my goodness #daniel molloy #armand #devil's minion #armand/daniel #vc headcanons #answers in the desert #dungeon anon

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happilyelectronicstarfish · 2 years

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Starting life in Hawkins

Premise - After the tragic death of your mom, you and your dad are forced to move to make ends meet. With Hawkins being your new home, knowing no one isn't always a bad thing. You don't know who you might meet.

Pairing - Eddie Munson x (f) reader

Warnings - eighteen+ content, mention of drugs, strong language.

Word Count - 800+

Chapter 1

After the death of my mom, my dad lost his job and the bank took back our family home. After this the only place we could afford to live was a town called Hawkins in a trailer park.

I tried my best to comfort my dad but the grief was taking a hold of him and I spent a lot of time on my own in a mold ridden, leaky trailer.

Every day my dad would do overtime at the local plant, keeping himself as busy as he could so he was not overcome by darkness. I couldn’t blame him, he had lost the love of his life.

When he wasn’t working he was drowning his sorrows at the local bar.

To keep myself occupied during the summer, I started working at a gas station. It was the dullest thing I had done in my life. I wanted to be outside exploring or just anywhere else to be perfectly honest.

The gas station had its regular customers but they were creatures of habit. Only ever coming in on certain days of the week, otherwise it was like a morgue. So quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Most days I would just be sitting behind the desk, headphones on, listening to old mixtapes on my walkman.

On what I thought was going to be a normal Saturday, the last Saturday before I was due to start my new high school for the start of the school year, a van skidded to a halt. I recognised the van, it was from a few trailers down from mine. The music was so loud, I could see the windows of the van shaking. The ignition was turned off and a guy jumped out. He was tall with long, shaggy dark curly hair. He wore tight skin black jeans, white high top reeboks, a denim jacket and from what I could see a white top with a devil on.

He oozed coolness. I was in awe of him. He looked so confident and so sure of himself. Walking across the forecourt with a slight spring in his step.

Oh shit, did he just catch me staring at him with my mouth open? A smile spread across his face as he entered the store. I quickly made it look like I was yawning and pretended to shuffle some papers around to make myself look busy.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as he browsed the aisles. Did he keep looking up at me? Nah, couldn’t be, must be my imagination.

He slowly swaggered over to the counter. My palms got really sweaty. I had never felt like this about someone, let alone a stranger.

“Afternoon sweetheart, I’ll take these slim jims and a pack of marlboro reds.” I blushed and turned to the cigarette wall to grab them. I scrunch my face up and told myself to breath and just chill.

When I turned back around, his grin had gotten bigger, his elbows rested on the counter, with his chin on his hand and he was staring with his big brown doe eyes, straight into my soul. We just stood and stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. “Good music taste” he said finally breaking the silence. My walkman was still playing and the sound was traveling out of my headphones around my neck. “Is that Black Sabbath? The Mob Rules?” he asks.

“Err yeah, you know it?” He laughs, stands up straight and starts singing at the top of his lungs. I start giggling “so you do know it then. My mom used to love them”

“Used to?” He questions.

“Err, yeah, she passed suddenly last year..” I trail off. Way to bring down a mood.

He looks at me with compassion but also like he had been through similar sadness. “Fucking great taste in music she had then. Obviously you take after her.”

I read his shirt - Hellfire. “So Hellfire, is that you band?”

“Oh no sweetcheeks, I’m the dungeon master in the Hellfire Club. We are the official D&D club at Hawkins High. My band is called Corroded Coffins. We play every Tuesday at The Hideout. You should come along sometime.” His grin gets even bigger, I could tell he had a passion for his band.

He winked, placed his money on the counter and turned to leave. “I’m Eddie by the way. Its been a pleasure.” He gave a slight bow as he made his exit.

I shout after him, “Yeah, see you around”.

I watch as he gets into his van, start up the engine and winds down the window. He fiddles around with his stereo. All of a sudden a wave of music can be heard. Black Sabbath. I start to laugh to myself. Eddie hangs out of the window singing his heart out again, looks at me, winks and drives off.

From that moment, I knew I was in trouble. I had a massive crush on a boy I had only just met. Were we ever going to see each other again?

**NEXT CHAPTER HAS BEEN POSTED**

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fic #stranger things x reader

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Do the monkees ever get a full living wage off of being a band later in their life’s?

What are the Monkees favorite songs?

I know that Micky says gosharoonie a whole bunch, but do you have any other ideas for what he might say on the regular?

What are the monkees special interests?

Okay not really related to As We Go Along, but when even did they decide to get Mr. Snchider(the puppet due)?? Like it’s so random

If the monkees were in a modern setting, what would be their favorite artist?

Does Micky have a photo that he keeps if his dad?

Does Mike/Peter write to his parents?

Does Mike ever teach the other monkees how to sew?

Does Micky paint/draw like Mike?

How often to they dress up? Like all I can imagine is that they have a full closet of costumes for every possible occasion

I think as they get older and get more locally popular they definitely start getting good regular money! I think sometimes it's still kinda spotty off n on, but definitely livable :)

I think Peter's favorite song definitely has to be Expecting to fly by buffalo springfield:3 mike really likes house of the rising sun and like a rolling stone by bob dylan😋also all of johnny cashs discography. Micky really likes I've just seen a face by the Beatles! I think the whole album too has to be his favorite album. I honestly can't think of anything for davy . I think he likes carie anne by the hollies a lot 😋

I think Micky has tons of different phrases he repeats tbh. He's ALWAYS saying "he's kinda cute" about anyone

Peter has a special interest in philosophy and language! And I think music was mikes main big special interest. He kinda made his whole life about it

Honestly I think micky just pulled it from an old mysterious thrift store that quickly went out of business right afterwards. Mr. Schneider knows things and has seen things that none of the monkees could ever imagine or are even aware of. They dont even know he's sentient.

Mike would be into stuff like midwest emo and like,,,duster and radiohead n shit like that. Virgin loser music. I don't know any modern musicians so I have no idea what they'd be into tbh

Micky has lots of photos of his dad in a scrapbook that he keeps very safe :)

Mike and peter both do write their families. Mike writes his mom and his aunt and peter occasionally writes his parents, but mostly he only writes his brother and sister :) they both stay pretty in touch with their families.

I think the onlyone of them who doesn't really know how to sew is Micky. I think Peter and davy are both pretty good at sewing and so I think they all tried teaching micky at one point but his ass couldn't sit still and watch and listen. He tries to sew but it doesn't always go so good

Micky does draw here and there! He really likes to doodle but he's not very good at drawing, and he's a MESS when it comes to painting. He knows where mike hides his paint.

They're ALWAYS dressing up for something. Whether it's to doop another villain or for holidays, there's always a reason with them

#asks #davidjoneslockeer #sorry it took literally all night to answer this. been in brain fog like crazy

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invisiblegarters · 7 months

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Dangerous Romance Ep 9

Last week, Kang tried to make the soccer team and yay! He succeeded. Only it turned out dad was very likely buying his way in, which led to an argument and a slap. So now Kang and Sailom are running away together. Saifah was accused of stealing but did not, and then later Dad gave him the very watch he accused him of stealing as 'extra payment' for his services, and I'm sure there's nothing suspicious at all about that.

Kang. Kang no that is not what Sailom meant.

Rich kids. *rolls eyes*

Chimon really does make the best wtf faces though.

Kang stop flashing your money around good god man. He would deserve getting jumped.

Kang. Babe. When have you ever not been super rich you little weirdo? Please be serious.

And he does this on the regular? Kang. Buddy. Sweetie. Darling Dumbass.

I wonder if Sailom would actually be more relieved if Kang lost everything. You know the money thing is going to wind up being a problem at some point. The fact that he's entertaining this bullshit kind of gets to me, though. Simply because I can't see someone super poor not wincing at every wad of cash Kang throws away on nothing. But that might just be me.

Oh yay more flirting disguised as fighting with Nawa and Guy! I genuinely love this portion of the show. Just make out already you two.

Pffft Kang what did you expect?

Jeeze. It must be so nice to just be able to just sell an expensive bike like that. I guess Kang knows he can get a new one. He should have let Sailom haggle though. He definitely could have gotten 130,000 baht out of that guy.

Here are drinks kids. But we have to pause holding the can at just the right angle because they're the ones who are really paying for this shit (translation: I have gone from hating the product placement to enjoying it. I have hit rock bottom).

OH that was a face Sailom. Please explain that face.

Pfft of course Nawa and Guy are gonna be roommates. Did we think it would go any other way?

Wow Kang way to make it weird. LOL these two. I believe they are trying but I almost feel like there would be more sexual tension here if they just went the bromance route.

Aw, I say again I love the scholarship boys' friendship. They're so great.

They are both going to sneak off to bust up Kang and Sailom's little honeymoon aren't they? Pffft these two are so ridiculous.

Oh just go with him. I'm mostly watching for you two anyway. And Auto Apparently Not Appearing in This Episode.

And right when I say it, he calls. Auto this is why you are in fact my favorite. I do hope he shows up at some point.

Wow. So the shop owner is demanding more money for the bike than he bought it for. Who could have guessed this would happen (besides all of us)? Quit trying to sell it with the sad music, show, I'm not buying. And if he doesn't get the money, neither is Kang (badum tiss).

Ooooh will we really get a Saifah/Name pairing or are they just gonna tease us? Because I'd be into it, guys.

Um, maybe don't be a debt collector then, Name. Just a thought. Don't look at him like that Saifah he's still gonna come after you at the end of the month. This isn't Even Sun (and honestly thank every deity for that I don't think I could handle another Even Sun).

My problem with pool is that I can actually see the angles but I am still bad at it. I imagine snooker would be the same.

NO SAIFAH NO. I was suspicious of Dad but Saifah what the hell are you doing.

Be less loud when you're running away from people boys.

The face again! Sailom what. What is that face you are making.

Oh Saifah no.

Even if we didn't have the preview I'd have seen this coming. This show man.

Oh. Oh this is interesting. Kang getting a taste of his own shittiness in a very real way. Unfortunately there's actual danger here but seriously. I'm not even mad.

Huh I did not expect him to beg though.

Hey is this the first flashback today? Not bad, show.

Look, I get that I'm supposed to feel some kind of way about what just happened. But I don't. Guess I am still irritated by how bad the bullying got. Or maybe I'm just failing to connect with this show emotionally, because I'm not really feeling the daddy issues either.

Oh is that what the looks were for?

Hahahaha I am dying at how romantic they're trying to make this. I just can't. I'm sorry but they are not selling this to me. They're trying hard, I will give them that much. But nope.

I'm sorry.

I do enjoy Kang's cheesiness though. I have to admit. I like Chimon's hair wavy too, huh.

Still don't trust Dad.

#dangerous romance #episode 9

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meowdarame · 2 years

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i know that tenjiku is full of big scary men™️ but i love imagining them in silly lil scenarios, being regular teenage boys + young adults hehe

anyways some selfship lore below!! headcanons about how shion & tenjiku saved dice’s play during their 3rd year of high school!!

in my third year of high school, i was tasked with directing the school musical— a production of the disney film mulan. everything was going well until a week before opening night; all of my actors caught a stomach bug and were unable to perform in the play.

naturally i start tweaking TF out. shit out of luck, i enlist the help of shion, my best friend who was my classmate since middle school until he dropped out in our second year of high school. he promised me that he could get me great actors quickly, and i took his word for it.

well, he lied. the “great actors” in reference were his gangmates— the tenjiku boys. now i’m even more stressed because it’s a week before the first show and i have to teach these boys with NO acting experience all their lines, choreography, and lyrics. still, i decide to take a chance on them; maybe they’ll surprise me?

they did surprise me, because they were worse than i had imagined. they kept forgetting their lines even after i had just told it to them a few seconds prior; everyone has two left feet (save for the haitanis. who would’ve guessed that they actually had some finesse?) and finally, they were GOD AWFUL singers (except for izana, who actually has an amazing voice. those filipino genes really came in clutch! /lh)

so at this point i think all is doomed, that i’m going to be the laughing stock of my graduating class, and that the school is gonna be so mad at me for squandering all their money on this shitshow of a production. but then, shion’s offhanded comment ignites an idea in my mind.

shion: this shit is more like a comedy than a drama!!!

💡 <- physical representation of my mind at the time LOL

so we decide to lean more into the comedy aspect of the show! at least now if we suck it seems purposeful (rather than us genuinely sucking LMAO)

the following list is our cast for the production: shion as mulan, izana as li shang, hanma as mushu, tetta as cricket (LMAO), kakucho as shan yu, koko as li shang’s advisor, ran as ling, rin as yao, mocchi as chien po, mucho as the emperor, and sanzu as the dad and mom/grandma (i’ll explain how we pull that off later LOL)

we practice and practice and PRACTICE until opening night, AND MY GOD IS IT SO PERFECT. we decide to not have any of them sing and making them lipsync (that’d be too much for our poor eardrums lol) except for izana, who sings a solo of “i’ll make a man out of you.” his solo is a hit amongst the audience, and a few people even gave him a standing ovation after the scene!!

“a girl worth fighting for” makes the crowd erupt in laughter. we gave ran and rindou a dance solo and THEY SELL IT. rindou does the splits (and the crowd LITERALLY CHEERS), ran does some baton twirling tricks but with a wooden stick instead to keep it in universe. ran plays a really, really good ling— like he SELLS the role. he’s super loose and flamboyant (much like ling), and sometimes you can’t even tell if he’s acting or just being himself.

everyone does an amazing job, really, but let me list some standout moments for the charas i haven’t mentioned yet!!

koko: he didn’t even really wanna be in tenjiku, and now he has to be in this stupid play? fuck outta here. he’s so sassy & snappy delivering his lines as the advisor that he’s actually one of the fan favorites.

kaku: sweet, sweet kaku plays a menacing shan yu. at first he was a little awkward acting all brooding, especially against shion and izana, but eventually he really grew into the role :)

hanma + tetta: THE PERFECT PAIR. hanma just scheming and doing mushu things while tetta (as the cricket) stands quietly and judges every single thing he does. hanma is definitely the top fan favorite of the night; he and tetta made the crowd howl with laughter the whole show.

sanzu: POOR HARUCHIYO. he kinda got the short end of the stick :( but when life gave this boy lemons HE MADE LEMONADE. we had to dress one side of him masculine (as the dad) and the other side feminine (as the mom/grandma). and whenever he had to say lines in one scene but as 2 different people, we would just have him turn around to show who was speaking. this bootleg effect added for the comedic nature of the musical LMAO

mucho and mocchi just do what they always do: kept everyone in line when things got rowdy. i seriously wouldn’t have been able to keep all the boys in control w/out their help!!

shion: :,) he’s not the best actor and dancer, and he’s an even worse singer, but he tried his absolute hardest for me. he didn’t even care that he had to wear an itchy wig the whole time— he just hated seeing me so distressed. (bye i’m gonna cry LMAO)

anyways, we get a standing ovation at the end of the show, when everyone comes on stage to bow!! i initially didn’t want to come on stage and bow with them, because really, they were the stars of the night. but shion drags me onto the stage and makes me bow with him <3 and while i’m smiling and waving at my friends and family, he unexpectedly picks me up and puts me on his shoulders; the boys start jumping around and cheering my name too :,)

when the curtains close, shion puts me down. in a heightened state of elation, i hug him and he lifts me up and spins me around, the other tenjiku boys just watching like )^o^(

and while he’s holding me in his arms, squeezing me tight and listening to me giggle excitedly— that’s when he realizes that he has feelings for me <3

and that’s all for now folks! god i love this hc so much LMFAO (maybe i’ll put out confession hc’s next LOL)

#🎲.selfships #💘— dion!!#i literally like could not sleep one night bc i couldnt stop thinking abt this #ITS SO CUTE N FUNNY LIKE 😭🥺#SHIONNIEEEEE 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

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mingishoe · 3 years

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𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂 | 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 [25]

Summary: You finally spend some time with Seonghwa alone.

Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

Genre: Social Media AU, Smut, Hints of Fluff and Angst but not really

Word Count: 7k

Warning: Party scene, alcohol consumption

Smut Warning: Dom!Seonghwa Sub!Reader (not in a particular order) Heavy flirting, friendly teasing on both ends, making out, public sex? Not really cuz they’re just outside and no one else is, handjob, oral (m&f), fingering, slight finger sucking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, breeding/impreg kink, praise, cum play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, drooling, dumbification and degrading, I think that’s it…

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You were putting the last touches on your makeup, double, even triple-checking to make sure you looked good. You had a white silk dress on with lace accents along your waist and chest.

You were nervous about literally 20 different things, but you’ve never been more excited at the same time. You heard a honk outside signaling that Wooyoung was here to pick you up. You quickly rushed to grab your things to put in your purse before you made your way outside.

As soon as you stepped outside Wooyoung vigorously honked the horn as Mingi whistled at you loudly, “Damnnn! You were right- you are hot!” You covered your face in embarrassment as Mingi stuck his head out the window.

“Okay- okay shut up and move over.” You stood at the door waiting to get in.

“Sure you wouldn’t rather sit on my lap…” Mingi winked at you before Jongho smacked him on the back of the head.

“Just let her get in! I’m ready to go party!” Wooyoung complained, making Mingi move over with a pout.

“It’s okay babe, at least you look hot. Would totally fuck.” You wink at Mingi with a small smile.

“Close your ears Jongho and Wooyoung, don’t look in the rearview mirror. We’re gonna fuck back here.” You snort loudly before you hit Mingi on the arm, “What?! You’re the one who said-”

“Maybe tonight.” You wink jokingly at Mingi before the four of you begin to talk. You mostly stay out of the conversation, worrying about how many celebrities could possibly be there. Mingi and Jongho are decently well known and Wooyoung is hot so he’ll fit right in, but you… you’re just there.

“Y/n… Look at me.” Mingi’s voice was soft as he scooted next to you. He wrapped an arm around you before kissing you on the top of your head, “It’s okay.”

“Will you stay with me?” You held onto Mingi as you looked at him with a worried expression.

Mingi almost wanted to laugh but he could tell you were actually nervous so all he did was rub your arm and agree, “Y/n, babe, you know damn well once you get a drink…” Mingi raised his eyebrows knowingly at you.

“Okay but-” you laughed loudly as you realized he was right, “Okay yeah but like I can’t get there and get drunk right away!” You were honestly ready to get there and go straight to the bar, but you gotta wait at least an hour to fully go in. “But how am I supposed to be in the same place as so many famous people?! I’m not famous! I just happen to know someone who is-”

“I’m not famous either.” Mingi blinked at you seriously.

“Okay but technically you are! And- And look at you!” You exclaimed as you checked Mingi out.

“Look at you!” Mingi’s voice turns into a whisper, “The dress does nothing for the imagination.” You bite your lip as you smile softly as Mingi lets his fingers trail over the lace that’s hardly covering your boobs.

“Please- you’re so hot.” You jokingly lean in like you’re going to kiss him and when he leans in too you squeal and giggle as you push him away.

The two of you joke around for a little bit longer before the car stops. When you look out the window you pull up to where a man is standing, “Does he have fucking valet parking?! How rich can someone be, Jesus Christ!” “Is this his house? There’s no way- it’s way too big!” Your eyes were wide as the four of you looked at each other in amazement.

Wooyoung is the first to get out of the car quickly following the rest of you. You watch as the car gets driven away and the four of you stand there awkwardly, feeling completely out of place.

“Okay- Okay, come on! We got this. We’re all hot. We can fit in.” Wooyoung attempts to hype the four of you up. Mingi nods and takes your hand in his as he makes his way into the house.

As soon as you step in, your entire body vibrates from the volume of the music, “Isn’t this more like a club than a party regular celebrities would go to?!” Mingi nods as the two of you look around. Jongho and Wooyoung made their way behind you and their mouths dropped.

As the four of you are standing in the entryway you jump as someone wraps their arm around you. Your head snaps to the figure next to you and you let out a breath of relief as you see Hongjoong.

You turn to hug Hongjoong with a bright smile, “Did y’all just get here?”

You nod as you pull away, “Yeah. Uhh, we just feel a little bit weird…”

Hongjoong laughs softly as he nods, “It’s okay! Follow me, I’ll take you somewhere where you can hang out.”

The four of you nod and let Hongjoong lead. Wooyoung pulls you back towards him, “That’s Hongjoong?” You nod, “Yeah I get it.” You look at Wooyoung with a confused expression, “Why everyone thinks he’s so hot. And why you-” “Okayyy- Yeah.” Wooyoung laughs loudly at your panicked expression.

Hongjoong leads you into a back room and it’s already 10x quieter, “Whenever you’re ready y’all can go out and just come back whenever you want to if you need a break, okay?” Hongjoong smiled at you and you nodded, “Okay. I’m gonna go find Seonghwa so he can come say hi. Mingi, Do you wanna come with me?”

You smiled knowingly as he looked at you. He had already told you he’d stick with you and now Hongjoong was wanting him to go with him. You nodded with a wink so Mingi would know you were okay with him leaving, “I’ll find you later.”

Mingi nods and leaves with Hongjoong and you laugh softly, “He’s not coming back-” and you flop down onto the sofa that’s in there.

“You’re staying here?!” Jongho looks at you with an exasperated expression when you nod, “What happened to wanting to get drunk and party?”

You laugh, “I’ll wait for Seonghwa.”

“And what if Hongjoong didn’t tell him? Why don’t we go and find him instead?” Jongho holds his hand out in offering. You huff and stand up and walk with Wooyoung and Jongho and as soon as you move to open the door, it swings open.

You flinch back and you stand there with a shocked expression, “Oh! I’m sorry- I didn’t know you were right there.” Seonghwa brings you into a hug and rubs his hand down your back before he pulls away when he notices Jongho and Wooyoung standing there. He takes Jongho into a side hug before he turns to Wooyoung, “I’m Seonghwa, Nice to meet you. You’re y/n’s friend?” Wooyoung nods and introduces himself and Seonghwa finally takes a step back to take in the three of you.

His eyes scan Jongo and Wooyoung before they stop on you. Mingi was right, the dress you were wearing left nothing to the imagination and it was obvious from the look you were getting.

You glanced at Wooyoung and he was looking at you with a smirk and you suddenly gained a surge of confidence that you usually would never get unless you’d been drinking, “Do you like it?” Seonghwa’s eyes never leave your figure as he nods, “It’s new. Thought it was cute.”

“Cute? Yeah- yeah, it’s nice.” Seonghwa finally lets his gaze break from your body as he looks at the pretty smile you’re flashing at him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, “I want you to meet someone.”

You let Seonghwa guide you into the crowd as you curiously look around, trying to see if you saw anyone else who you recognize and your curiosity rises once he stops at the bar, “Hey, Yunho. Yeosang.”

Your eyes widen at the names and as they turn around your mouth drops.

“Oh my god!” The three of you all simultaneously exclaim as you look at each other.

“Oh, holy shit! You’re Y/n right?” Your hand slaps over your mouth as Yunho says your name, “It’s about time we met you!”

“Oh- Oh my god- yeah. Uh Yeah, my name’s Y/n. It’s really nice to meet the two of you!” You reached your hand out but instead, Yunho stood up to hug you before Yeosang did the same.

“Do you want anything to drink?” You thought about it for a while, not sure if it was too early to get drunk.

“Just something light.” Yunho nods and turns to order you a drink.

Yeosang leans in to talk to you, “It’s been nice to meet you. Yunho and I have heard lots about you and we were getting excited to meet you.”

You cover your face in embarrassment because you know that both Seonghwa and Hongjoong have talked about you, “All good things right?” Yeosang laughs as he nods, “Yeah- I mean… I don’t want to be weird or anything but yeah, I know who y’all are and this is really exciting. Not to be weird.”

Yeosang smiles brightly as he nods, “No it’s okay! It’s nice. Usually not too many people make a big deal over us.”

You pout, “No! Really?! You’re so cool and like hot so-” You gestured to the both of Yeosang and Yunho.

Yunho turned around just in time as he handed you your drink, “If we’re hot, what are you?” Your face gets hot as a smile slowly makes its way on your face, “That dress is something else.” Yunho winks at you with a pretty smile before he taps Yeosang and points to Seonghwa.

Seonghwa had remained quiet the entire time and you had forgotten he was beside you, “I guess Seonghwa thinks so too.”

As you’re taking a drink, you turn to look at Seonghwa and you can’t help but laugh loudly as you turn to look back at Yunho and Yeosang. Seonghwa had been leaning on the bar with his eyes glued to you, “He said it was cute.”

The two boys burst out laughing and Yeosang slaps Seonghwa on the arm, “Maybe be a little bit less obvious about your eye-fucking.”

Seonghwa broke his gaze and looked at Yeosang, “What?”

You tried to stop yourself from laughing by downing the rest of your drink before ordering another. You let the three boys talk for a minute as you sipped on your second drink already before your head snapped up. You totally left Jongho and Wooyoung alone back there and Mingi is probably blowing Hongjoong’s back out somewhere.

It had only been about 5 minutes so you’re sure they’re not too far away from where they originally were. You look around for a minute trying to see if you can find them and you see the two of them making their way to the bar. You wave your hand in their direction as they walk towards you, “You came to get drunk without me?! I cannot believe you-”

You laugh and jokingly hit Wooyoung, “This is only my second drink.”

Wooyoung takes the drink from you to give it a taste, “This has like no alcohol in it- what’re you doing?”

The 4 others are laughing at the interaction between you and Wooyoung, “Wooyoung! I’m not trying to get drunk right away- we just got here!”

Wooyoung shakes his head distastefully and orders 6 shots, one for each of you, “Looks like the party is here.” Yunho smiled at Wooyoung’s enthusiasm as he patted his back. The bartender handed each of you the shots and Yunho counts down for y’all to down them at once.

You wink to Jongho, knowing that you two have the highest tolerance out of your group and actively compete to see who could drink the most. The 6 of you simultaneously downed the shots as Yunho got to 1. The liquid burned the back of the throat as you smiled. Now that you have some proper alcohol in your system, you’re going to keep going.

Wooyoung laughs as he leans next to Seonghwa, “If you want her, you're gonna have to get her to stop.”

Seonghwa, Yunho, and Yeosang looked at the two curiously as there were 6 shots in front of you and Jongho, “They’re not gonna drink all of those are they?”

Wooyoung stands back and nods proudly, “Yep. They have a thing going. She’ll be fine.”

Yeosang’s mouth drops open, “She’ll be fine?! She won’t get like- oh my god” All three of their mouths simultaneously dropped as you consecutively downed all 3 shots before you flipped Jongho off, “Is she not going to get like… I don’t know? Shitfaced?”

Wooyoung shook his head, “Just don’t let her get past 6. That’s when she starts to get drunk. She’ll just be tipsy for now.”

“Okay- Okay Jongho. I told you I’m not getting drunk within the first hour!” You stopped Jongho from ordering any more drinks with a smack to his arm.

You turn back to the rest of the guys with a lopsided smile and they look at you with wide eyes. Seonghwa takes hold of your arm and pulls you next to him.

You were still a little bit tense, but you shouldn’t think about San right now. You looked at Wooyoung and he knew exactly what you were thinking about. He slowly shook his head and you turn to look at Seonghwa.

As you look up, he’s already looking down at you. The two of you maintain eye contact and your heart speeds up as he smiles at you. You look away with hot cheeks as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and leans in to whisper to you, “Do you know where Hongjoong is?”

You laugh softly, “He went with Mingi.” You wink at Seonghwa and his eyes widen as he nods.

“Hey, Seonghwa!” Both you and Seonghwa turn around as a voice calls out. Your eyes wide when you see Chan and Jisung standing there. They typically work with Hongjoong so you weren’t expecting them to be here.

Seonghwa moved to greet them before you waved at them. They smiled at you before they made their way to the bar to get a drink and greet the rest of the boys.

Some hours passed by and the lot of you made way to sit down where most people had more or less stayed away from.

Stories were being told and the room was filled with laughter. There were cups around with who knows what in it along with a couple of bottles whatever alcohol Wooyoung was able to grab as y’all came in here. You haven’t drunk anything else and only watched as everyone else did.

A loud laugh comes into the room making everyone turn their head to the noise and you laugh loudly as Hongjoong and Mingi walk in, “Have fun?”

“Shut up.” Mingi laughs and slaps you on the arm. Hongjoong sits down next to you and you elbow him in amusement. Mingi stands there for a minute until you finally realize there’s nowhere for him to sit.

“Oh- here go ahead and sit here.” You stand up and Hongjoong and Seonghwa scoot over so Mingi could take your place.

“Where’re you gonna sit then?”

“Your lap is free right?” You pat Mingi’s thigh before you attempt to sit there.

As you’re about to sit down, Seonghwa pulls you towards him, “Mine is free too.”

You grab one of the bottles on the table before you wrap your arm around him. His arm wraps around your waist and his hand rests on your inner thigh. Wooyoung is highly amused as he drinks straight from the bottle of vodka, “Getting bold these days, huh Seonghwa?” Wooyoung was obviously drunk… so much for being the designated driver.

“You know one time we were at this club and Y/n and Jongho were doing their thing and then like 7 shots later there were like four people doing body shots off of her.” Your eyes widened and you kicked Wooyoung for randomly telling that story.

“Wooyoung! Why would you tell them that?!” You laughed in disbelief before you took a swig out of the bottle you were holding. Seonghwa tries to take it from you but you stop him with a smirk, “Want some?”

When he nodded, you straddled him and took another drink. You held his face in your hand and connected your lips with his. His hands went to grip onto your waist tightly as the liquid was transferred.

There was loud hollering and screaming as the two of you kissed. You held back a smile as Seonghwa sucked lightly on your tongue. Seonghwa’s hands slid down from your waist to grip onto your ass.

“Y/n- Why are y’all making out in front of everyone?!” Mingi was laughing so hard and hitting your side causing you to pull away and start laughing with him.

Everyone is both shocked and amused including Seonghwa. His eyes are dark and his mouth is parted slightly as he watches you laugh with a bright smile.

Yeosang’s mouth was wide as he looked at Seonghwa in complete disbelief, “Since when were you two that close?!”

You shrugged as you giggled, “He’s seen my Twitter.” You knew that Seonghwa knew you weren’t drunk so there was really no excuse for kissing him but it didn’t seem like he minded. Because honestly, the way Seonghwa was looking at you the entire time you’ve been here only gave you confidence.

Yunho, who was also pretty drunk, cried out, “Hey, one person here has already gotten their dick wet. Why not make it two?”

“Yunho shut up or get out “ everyone burst out in laughter as Seonghwa got flustered.

You bit your lip as you leaned in to whisper to Seonghwa, “Or we can get out of here?” Seonghwa’s grip tightened on your thigh as he nodded.

Suddenly Wooyoung’s phone rings and he looks at you, “It’s San.” He lets out a huff before he answers it, “Hey San!”

You roll your eyes as Wooyoung talks to San on the phone, “She’s right here… why?” He looks up at you, “Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

You make a face as you shrug, “It’s on silent and I’m trying to have fun here.” Wooyoung opens his mouth and you immediately stop him, “And no I don’t want to talk to him.”

Wooyoung laughs, “San you’re ruining everyone’s mood! I’m gonna- what do you mean you’re on your way?! It’s too late- What happened to not wanting to come?” Suddenly Wooyoung’s face turned serious.

You turned to Seonghwa and tilted your head before you stood up, “We’ll be back.” The boys look at you with wide eyes and San on the phone doesn’t stop him from winking at you as he gives you a thumbs up.

“We’ll be outside. Then maybe somewhere else… I dunno.” Seonghwa announces to whoever is curious before the two of you leave.

Seonghwa leads you outside and lets out a sigh of relief when there’s no one else there. You make your way a little bit further into the backyard before Seonghwa pulls you against him as he leans on the side of the house, “Fuck- are you okay?”

You look at Seonghwa with a puzzled look, “Yeah..?”

“No it’s just that from all the other times we’ve talked, you’re not as… bold. You’re not drunk, right? Because I don‘t-“ you cut Seonghwa off.

“No. I’m not. I’m okay. Just gotta shoot my shot eventually, right?” You tilt your head at Seonghwa and look at him with the most innocent look you could muster.

“Who’s San? Or whoever your friend was talking to?” Seonghwa held onto your hand as he slowly pulled you closer to him.

You shake your head, “Don’t worry about it.” Your arm snaked its way around Seonghwa and let your chest press against him.

Seonghwa took your face in his hand and his gaze fell to your lips, “You’re so pretty.” and with that, Seonghwa connected his lips to yours. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you held onto him tightly to ground yourself.

Seonghwa’s free hand slid down your back and gripped onto your ass. Your dress was riding up and Seonghwa definitely noticed. His hand trailed the bottom of your dress before you pulled away, “S-Someone is gonna see.”

“It’s okay, no one’s out here.” Seonghwa kissed you once more in reassurance as he let his hand trail underneath your dress. You squeezed your eyes shut and shoved your face in Seonghwa’s side. He trailed his fingers along with the lace of your panties before his finger dragged along your slit.

You let out a soft moan before you pulled Seonghwa’s hand away. He looked at you with a concerned expression, worried he did something wrong, but then he felt you undoing his belt. You looked incredibly focused as you undid his belt and the button to his pants. You looked up at him with expecting eyes.

As soon as Seonghwa nodded you dropped to your knees. You swiftly pull down his pants and boxers to reveal his cock. You inhale sharply and carefully take his cock in your hand. You shakily start to jerk him off and he laughs softly, “Are you nervous?”

You look at him with the same expression as you nod, “Just a little bit.”

He looks at you with soft eyes as he wraps his hand around yours and guides you to jerk him off. You let Seonghwa guide you until you can regain some confidence. Seonghwa’s hand starts to move faster after some time and your eyes are glued to his cock as it leaks precum.

You swallow harshly and you shake Seonghwa’s hand off of yours as you swiftly take his cock in your mouth. Seonghwa is surprised by your sudden movement and he jerks harshly in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

Seonghwa lets out a deep groan and you hold back a smile as you take all of Seonghwa’s cock. You focused on your breathing as you swallowed around his cock, “Oh my god- fuck-” You felt your confidence growing from Seonghwa’s reactions. You pulled his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve gotten something good, huh?” Your teasing tone made Seonghwa’s mouth drop open in amusement.

“Well- I can’t really-” you laugh as you cut him off.

“So… yeah? It’s been a while.” The way you were looking at him made Seonghwa feel about 20 different emotions at once.

“Shut up-” Seonghwa pushed his cock back in between your lips with a groan.

The two of you were so caught up in each other, neither of you heard the door open.

San had found Wooyoung at the bar and basically demanded him to take him where you were. Wooyoung objected because he knew exactly what the two of you were doing out there, but San continued to insist.

Wooyoung led San to the back doors and let him open them for himself, “San I’m being serious. Don’t go out there.” Wooyoung had managed to sober up in the span of 10 minutes and was dead serious. Even through all the stress, San had put everyone through, he doesn’t want him to get hurt because he’s being nosy.

Despite Wooyoung’s warnings, San opens the door and makes his way outside. Wooyoung followed behind him and felt relief when he didn’t see either of y’all, but then he heard a laugh followed by a deep groan.

Wooyoung tensed as he turned to the side and saw you on your knees in front of Seonghwa. You couldn’t really see, but anyone who wasn’t completely oblivious could tell what was happening.

San had taken a few more towards you and Wooyoung gripped onto his arm and pulled him back to the door, “San, no. What did I fucking tell you?” San shook his head like he was in disbelief and made another attempt to go back outside.

“No Wooyoung- But she- she- But we-” San refused to believe what he saw. Maybe his eyes were just playing tricks on him. Maybe Wooyoung was mistaken and that was someone else. It had to be.

“San, come on. Leave them.” Wooyoung pat San’s arm and tilted his head, signaling for him to follow him.

You pull away from Seonghwa with furrowed eyebrows as you look towards the door, “Did you hear that?”

Seonghwa groans in annoyance, “No. No one’s there, it’s okay.” Seonghwa lets his fingers get tangled in your hair and slips his cock back in your mouth. You jerk off Seonghwa with one hand while you suck lightly on his tip. Your tongue swirls around his cock and your lips look so pretty wrapped around him.

Seonghwa’s stomach tightens and his grip on your hair is tight as his hips start to buck slightly, “You’re doing so good. You’re sucking my cock so well.” You smile as Seonghwa pets your head as he praises you.

Seonghwa’s words only encourage you as you lick your way up his cock before fully taking him. Your hand moved to gently roll and massage his balls as you looked up at him seductively. Your eyes are watering as his cock continuously hits the back of your throat and one of Seonghwa’s hands carefully takes your face in his hand, “Gonna cum.”

You nod as best as you can and as you look up at Seonghwa you could cum untouched. His face was flushed and sweat was dripping down to his neck and his head was thrown back with the prettiest face of pleasure. It was pathetic but the way Seonghwa looked caused a loud moan to rip from your throat.

The combination of your mouth and the vibrations were getting too much for Seonghwa to hold back. He gripped on your hair and pulled you down his cock as he came. Your hands went to grip onto Seonghwa’s thighs tightly as his cum shoots down your throat, “Fuck, Y/n- fucking take it. Take my cum.” You slowly pull away until only the tip is in your mouth and his cum drips down your chin as he pulls out.

Your eyes are glued on Seonghwa’s cock, “Do I turn you on that much? You’re still hard.” You say matter-of-factly as you smirk at Seonghwa. Your finger gently trails up and around the head of his cock causing him to let out a loud moan before he grips onto your wrist.

Seonghwa shoves himself back into his pants and pulls you up, “Come on.” Seonghwa guides you back inside and upstairs before he goes into the last room in the hallway.

Seonghwa swiftly lifts you and places you on the bed, “God- this fucking dress.” Seonghwa’s hands trail down your body, feeling every one of your curves.

“Cute isn’t it.” your teasing tone is only riling Seonghwa up further.

“It’s anything but cute-” Seonghwa gripped onto your thighs and spread your legs, “And by the time we’re done, that smart mouth of yours is gonna be gone.”

“Is it? I mean, you said yourself, you haven’t been with someone this good in a while. Sure you’ll be able to last.” You were pushing Seonghwa. You wanted to see how long it would take until he snapped.

“Will you? You sound very sure of yourself.” As Seonghwa spoke his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties before he slowly slid them down your legs.

“I can take whatever you give me.” You pulled Seonghwa closer to you as your voice lowered, “I’ll be a good girl for you.”

Seonghwa inhaled sharply before his fingers made contact with your soaked pussy. You immediately let out a loud whine and attempt to close your legs. Seonghwa scoffs and pulls your legs apart, “Aw, is it already too much for you?”

You shook your head and your hips bucked as his fingers began to circle your clit lightly, “No! No- please don’t stop.” Your entire body was hot and you couldn’t wrap your head around the situation you were in right now.

You had just sucked Park Seonghwa off and now he’s in between your legs. His touch felt 10x more intense than anyone else’s and you could already feel yourself becoming addicted to it.

His middle finger teases your leaking hole as he collects your cum and spreads it and before you can open your mouth to complain, his finger easily slips inside of you.

Seonghwa takes a fee experimental thrust before he slips his ring finger in, “God, you’re so fucking wet. You hear that?” He bit his lip in amusement as he thrust his fingers revealing the squelching noise coming from your soaked pussy.

Your legs were spread and you ground your hips against Seonghwa’s fingers with pretty moans falling from your lips. Your eyes are shut as you‘re only focusing on the feeling of Seonghwa. You’re so caught up in the feeling that you don’t even realize as Seonghwa’s head makes its way in between your legs.

Your legs immediately shut around his head and your eyes are wide as you cry out loudly. Your hand reaches in between your legs to grip onto Seonghwa’s hair, “S-Seonghwa! Ohmygod fuck! Please!”

Seonghwa’s tongue swirls around your clit as his fingers continue to pump inside of you. Your hips were bucking and grinding on Seonghwa’s mouth and his arm wraps around your hips to hold you down, “Stop fucking moving.”

You cried out loudly and your legs tightened around his head, “Se-Seonghwa! Seonghwa fuck! Pleasepleaseplease! G-Gonna cum!”

Seonghwa’s looking at you between your legs with sparkling eyes and your entire body tenses. Your legs start to shake and the moans you’re letting out are borderline pornographic as you cry out Seonghwa’s name.

Your eyes are watery as Seonghwa’s touch gets overwhelming. Your mouth drops open and your eyes squeeze shut as you cum. Seonghwa’s name is the only thing that falls from your lips like it’s the only word you know, “S-So good! Feels good!”

Seonghwa smirked against you as he licked up every drop of your cum. He lifted your hips slightly and slipped his fingers out of you. Your back arched and you pulled on his hair tightly as his tongue fucked into you, “Ah- Fuck Seonghwa! Please! Please Seonghwa!”

“Aw, what’s wrong? What do you need?” Seonghwa pulled away and looked at you with his lips and chin slick with your cum.

“I- I need you to fuck me! Please- please fuck me!” You needed Seonghwa more than anything. He was the only thing on your mind.

Seonghwa smirked at you with dark eyes as he lifted you. He messed with your zipper before he pulled it off of you, “Hey- D-Don’t rip it!”

“Fuck- I’ll buy you 10 more if you want. I’ll give you anything you want.” Seonghwa slipped the dress off of you and threw it to the side before he dipped down to kiss up to your stomach, chest, and neck until he got to your lips.

You pull him close by his belt loops and he attaches his lips to yours. You let out a soft moan as his tongue slipped in your mouth. You let out a soft moan as you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands slipped down and pulled his pants off before you gripped onto his cock. His hand reached down to spread your legs as you guide his cock in between your legs.

You pulled away and your forehead was pressed against his, “I’ll fuck you now. I’ll fuck you good.” Seonghwa grabbed his cock from you and gently aligned it to your hole. With his free hand, Seonghwa held onto your waist as he slowly pushed himself into you.

Your mouth dropped open and you went to grip onto his biceps tightly as he bottomed out inside of you. Seonghwa was bigger than San. Seonghwa reached deep inside of you and stretched you out deliciously. Your mouth opened and closed as you wanted to tease him and push him further but only moans and whines were coming out, “Aw baby what’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“No I- ah!” As you spoke Seonghwa started to thrust into you.

“Huh? What was that? Didn’t quite hear you. Did you say to fuck you harder?” Seonghwa let one hand down to rub at your clit while the other went to cup your boobs and play with your nipples.

You spread your legs further and wrapped them around his waist. You only then noticed you were fully naked whereas Seonghwa still had his button-up on. Your hands shakily move to undo the buttons as you moan and cry out loudly, “I- you- you have- take it off.”

Seonghwa looks down at you with amusement before stopping his thrusts to undo his buttons, “Wait no! D-Don’t stop!” You pathetically grind yourself down on his cock as he takes off his shirt. Your hands immediately go to his stomach and rub along his abs.

Seonghwa laughs teasingly, “You’re already so desperate. Are you sure you’re gonna be able to keep up with me? Because I don’t think so.”

You nod as Seonghwa’s thrusts increase in speed, “Uh uh. You can f-fuck me however long you want. I’ll take all your cum.” Your words make Seonghwa’s thrusts falter and his head fall back as he groans, “You like that, don’t you?”

Seonghwa’s thrusts were hard, hitting that special spot inside of you with every thrust. He increased the pressure on your clit and your legs were wrapped around Seonghwa tightly. He liked that, “S-So- So why don’t you fuck me all night? Hmm? Fill me with your cum. G-Give me so much that there’s no way I won’t get pregnant.”

Seonghwa’s eyes shut and sweat is dripping down the side of his face and neck. He grips onto one of your legs and presses it against your chest, thrusting his cock further into you, “R-Right there! Therethere! Your cock- ah! It’s so big! You- You’re fucking me so good! Please! It’s s-so good!”

You’re throbbing around Seonghwa’s cock and deep grunts and moans were so pretty and his voice rang in your ears. You were close. So close. Seonghwa’s touch made your entire body tingle and you pulled Seonghwa against you and pressed your lips against his.

You couldn’t even give Seonghwa a warning as you suddenly came. Seonghwa’s lips muffled your moans and whines before he pulled away, “Cumming.” You couldn’t even take a second to breathe when Seonghwa came.

As soon as you feel his cum shoot inside of you, you could’ve cum again. You hold Seonghwa against you tightly and his thrusts turn into slow grinding as he releases all of his cum. Seonghwa whispers something to you but your head is spinning and your ears are ringing.

Seonghwa attempts to pull out and you hold onto him tightly with wide eyes, “WaitWaitWait! No! I-”

Seonghwa is amused at how desperate you are, “S’Alright. We’re not done.” He pulled out of you and you desperately clench around nothing in an attempt to keep his cum inside of you. Seonghwa flips you on your stomach and grips onto your hips as he slams back into you.

“Ah fuck! Seonghwa! W-wait- too m-much! It- fuck please!” You try to pull away from the overstimulation but Seonghwa holds onto your hands and uses them as leverage for his thrusts.

Tears are falling staining your cheeks with mascara, “Is it too much? Is my big cock too much for you? Thought you could go all night?”

You find the energy to laugh at Seonghwa, “D-Don’t flatter yourself. I-I’m fine. Oh god!” Seonghwa pulled out completely before slamming back into you before repeating it a couple more times, “Seonghwa! Don’t let it- Don’t let it come out!”

“Don’t let what come out?” Seonghwa attempts to pull out of you once again but you clench around him restricting him further causing a loud groan to be ripped from his throat.

You let out a choked sob as he let go of you and your arms gave out making your face get shoved into the pillow. Your voice was muffled but you still managed to cry out, “Y-Your cum! Don’t- Don’t let it out!”

“You’re such a pretty little cum slut.” Your moans and cries are muffled as you just take what Seonghwa gives you, “Only for me now. Look at yourself. Look how pathetic you look.” And you do. You look pathetic. Your ass is in the air as Seonghwa pounds into you. Your mascara and lipstick are completely smudged. Your face is buried in the pillow.

Seonghwa pulls you back up and your moaning incoherent pleads and mumbling things he couldn’t understand, “Yeah, I’m ruining this for you, aren’t I? I’m turning you into my cum slut.”

Your eyes were rolling back and your mouth was open in a silent moan as you came again. Seonghwa slipped his middle and ring finger into your mouth and you immediately began sucking on them. You were desperately pushing your ass back to meet Seonghwa’s thrusts, “Turning you into my dumb little slut.”

Seonghwa pressed down on your tongue, refraining you from responding, not that you could either way. You had completely gone limp and it was only Seonghwa keeping you upright. Your entire body was hot and shaking and if your mind wasn’t completely clouded with Seonghwa, you would be embarrassed about the spit that was dripping down Seonghwa’s fingers and hand, “Aw, poor girl. I fucked you stupid, didn’t I? My stupid girl.”

You’re uncontrollably throbbing around Seonghwa’s cock and his stomach and balls were tightened before he came. As he came, he pulled you flush against his chest and held onto you tightly. He shoved his head in your neck and you listened to his moans with a small smile. You had made Seonghwa feel good. That was the only thing you wanted.

At this point, the mixture of all of yours and Seonghwa’s cum was completely overflowing and dripping down your thighs making you whine quietly, “Hwa- It’s dripping out!”

“Gonna have to pull out baby.” You make a sound of protest but don’t stop Seonghwa from pulling out. You cringe as all the cum starts dripping out of you, staining your thighs and the bedsheet.

Seonghwa lays you down and you lay completely limp with your eyes shut, “Are you okay?” You hum softly as you nod, “Here, open your mouth.”

Before you follow Seonghwa’s instructions you open your eyes in amazement, “How are you still hard?!”

“I told you you wouldn’t be able to keep up with me.” You scoff but you open your mouth for Seonghwa regardless, “But you were right. I can’t remember the last time I… you know. Much less with someone this good.”

Seonghwa slips his cock past your lips and you let out a soft moan as you taste the mixture of cum on his cock, “Just clean it off and I’m done.” You nod mindlessly as your tongue swirls around him, making sure to get all the cum off.

Seonghwa reaches down to push your hair off of your face and he looks at you with flushed cheeks and a soft smile, “You did well, baby. Let me go get something to clean you with.”

Seonghwa slips himself out of your mouth and attempts to move off the bed but you grab onto his wrist with glossy eyes, “Don’t go.”

Seonghwa smiles and kisses you on the forehead, “I’ll be right back, promise.”

You force your eyes open as you watch Seonghwa make his way around the room into the conjoined bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean you off with. Seonghwa first holds your face gently as he carefully wipes your cheeks and eyes from your smudged makeup before going in between your legs and cleaning your cum covered thighs and pussy. You see Seonghwa looking at the bedsheet and you shake your head and pull him on the bed next to you.

He wraps his arms around you with a smile as he pulls you on top of him. Nothing is said as he runs his hands through your hair and rubbing your back in a comforting manner. You rest your head in his neck before you give it a few kisses as you giggle.

“Y/n?” Seonghwa’s voice is soft as he calls you. You hum softly for him to continue, “Do you maybe wanna hang out sometime?”

You smile against his neck before you speak up teasingly, “Are we not hanging out right now?”

“You know what I mean. Like by ourselves. We can maybe get some dinner?” Seonghwa looks around the room awkwardly.

“Like a date? Sure. I’ll go on a date with you.” You tilt Seonghwa’s head towards you before you give him a soft kiss.

It’s quiet for a few moments before Seonghwa laughs, “Guess all the times you called me baby daddy means something now.”

You snort and hit his chest softly, “That wasn’t funny.”

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3- drw, jmk

Woah. This was heavily inspired by my Song of the Night on my Instagram. No one appreciated that I put Josh and Danny under 3 by Britney Spears and tagged it in Paris, France. Man, I was so disappointed so I’m bringing it here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, explicit sexual content, a trip to Paris haha

Word count: 2731

You’d thought about it before. It wasn’t anything odd. Spending so much time with Josh and Danny, two attractive men who were attentive and sweet. It was natural for your mind to wander. That was what you told yourself before mentally splashing yourself with water and pushing the fantasies aside.

You’d been exclusively with Josh for a few months. Not technically dating, but rather regular hook ups and a few sporadic, semi-public makeout sessions here and there. Even though you’d been with Josh, you would instantly drop him for a night with Danny. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander when Danny was around. You couldn’t help but imagine his lips on yours or his hands on your hips. You also couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with both Danny and Josh.

Josh was sometimes sweet and caring, other times he was rough and leaving marks all over your body. You often fantasized about what Danny was like in bed.

Josh noticed after a few weeks. There had been a close call with Danny. He knew of your situationship with Josh, and he respected it. Being alone with him in the car for over an hour solidified your feelings for him. Josh asked you, point blank, if you had a thing for him. You answered honestly but assuring him that you would never act on it if Josh didn’t like it.

“I’m not telling you that you can’t Y/N,” he shrugged. “I’m just asking because I need to know. We aren’t really dating, and I need you to know that I feel free to do the same.”

You agreed, “but can we tell each other before we… have sex with other people?”

Josh was happy to hear you agree with him. He reminded you that there was a chance of there being no notice, but it was a risk you were willing to take.

Despite you and Josh having discussed it you still felt weird when in the general vicinity of Danny. So, you were far more on edge than normal when the band decided to have a house party. You had the awful habit of telling the absolute truth when you were drunk; it was the trait that got you and Josh together in the first place. So, you decided not to drink, rather sticking to water. You stood at the counter, watching strangers coming in and out of the house.

You had to admit that Danny appeared angelic tonight. The sunset cast orange beams on his skin and his striped shirt rose displaying the tiniest sliver of his stomach. The stubble he'd been letting grow out was now beautifully framing his square jaw. His hair fell gracefully over his shoulders, his lips were curled into a light smile.

“Did my brother knock you up?” Jake joked, sniffing your cup. Startled and still trying to figure out where he came from, you were like a deer in the headlights. “Oh shit, really?” he asked, scared to know the truth.

“No,” you said, squashing the rumor. “You wouldn’t even see me in the same room as him.”

The following weekend, another house party was planned. Last weekends did so well that they wanted to repeat the night. You arrived fashionably late, looking as good as ever. After talking it over with Josh, you had his blessing to finally hook up with Danny, if he wanted to, of course. Your skintight black pants and satin blouse gave you newfound confidence. Sam had informed you that Danny could barely peel his eyes away when you wore these pants, Josh’s behavior also confirming the effect the pants have on men. The living room of Sam’s house was full of people, chatter taking over the room. Music was playing in the backyard, the sounds of splashes from the pool echoing into the living room.

You scanned the room, looking for a familiar face. Josh was sat between his brothers, nodding but not at you. His eyes flicked to the left before returning to the conversation he was in. You looked over, seeing Danny. Your breath hitched as you took in his appearance. He was slouching against the bar, grinning as he surveyed the scene as well and sipped a beer nonchalantly. His broad shoulders were accentuated by the white button up he was wearing which made him look even more heavenly than usual.

You walked over, mimicking his stance.

“What’s up?” He asked, turning to face you. He placed his hand on the wall, crossing his ankles as he casually looked down at you.

“I… uh,” you stammered, trying to think of an excuse. Josh was watching intently, bringing a heat to your face. “I’m bored.”

Danny chuckled lightly. “We should leave,” he said, testing the waters. “But what would Josh think?”

“I don’t think he would mind,” you smirked, running a finger over the buttons of his top. “Wait five minutes, then meet me upstairs.”

You walked over to Josh, squeezing his shoulder. “I’m headed out.”

He nodded, knowing what was happening. You walked over to the hallway, waiting for a moment to slip upstairs. The spare room was unoccupied, but not for long. While Danny was usually punctual, he left you waiting for about twenty minutes. You sat by the open window, really trying to figure out if this was something you were going to go through with. You also tried to convince yourself to be realistic. There was still a chance that he would turn you down until you officially broke things off with Josh.

When he entered the room, you stood up, but didn’t say a word.

“Is this something you really want?” He asked. The cool night air suddenly felt hot and thick as Danny moved closer, his lips grazing yours in a way that made your legs weak. The temptation was overwhelming, the feeling of guilt instantly washing away as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him, finally ridding the space from between the two of you. You couldn't help but whimper as he took complete control of you, working your body like he was a puppet master, and you were attached to his strings.

His kisses were rough and needy, his hands grasping at you desperately, pulling you in for more. Your heart was pounding, everything feeling so wrong but so incredibly right as you kissed Danny. The light wind from the open window breezed across your skin. Unfortunately, the thrill was cut short as his body was pulled from yours.

“Starting without me?” Josh tsked.

You could already feel yourself soaking through your panties at the mere thought of being putty in their hands. After a little bit of deliberation, telling them at you were game, Josh pulled you into a kiss. You pulled back, moving onto Danny.

Without breaking contact, he backed you onto the bed. You didn't hold back as you cupped the back of his neck and pulled his lips to yours, both of you moaning at the contact. You grinned into the kiss as you heard Josh's whimpers beside you, aching for attention that you wouldn't give him just yet. As you perched on the edge of the bed, Danny placed his arms either side of you and kissed you with urgency. You fell back onto the soft duvet, clawing at Danny's shirt desperately. Your heart raced with the thought of how forbidden the situation was. You squealed as you felt a hand trailing up your thigh, fingers landing on the button of your pants.

Josh was clearly not enjoying being left out and couldn't keep his hands to himself. You couldn't help but let yourself surrender to their touch, the combined expertise of Danny's tongue and Josh's fingers gently rubbing you over your heat over your clothes was overwhelming. He pulled your pants down, revealing the red lace panties he said you’d look good in when he saw them on the rack at the mall. Danny pulled your blouse over your head, his hands instantly moving the bra straps from your shoulders.

"So wet," Josh murmured, using his thumb to rub small circles on your slit, drawing small moans from your mouth. “On your back.”

Danny moved back, allowing you to lean forward and he moved away. Both of them stood at the side of the bed, whispering to each other. You took the moment to unclip your bra, tossing it to the side. While you wanted nothing more than to take your panties off, it was a move that Josh liked to do himself.

“Are you guys taking your clothes off too?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbows.

Josh touched you first, a hand running up your back and settling on the back of his neck. “Eager, aren’t you? But you’ll have to be patient,” he whispered into your ear. His hand then went around, playing with your breast, pinching, and twisting at your nipples.

Danny’s hands removed your underwear, leaving them around your thighs. His fingers brushed over your clit, exploring your body. You jerked forward as he slapped your opening lightly. The foreign action elicited a yelp from your lips. Danny then began caressing your ass gently, delivering a harsh slap that made your head fall back into the pillows. A second smack had you moaning and arching your back, physically begging for more. Your eagerness made Danny chuckle, but he refused to indulge you just yet. Your eyes caught Josh’s wide-eyed stare and you smiled at him softly.

For the first time, you noticed Josh in his underwear, having shed his clothes at some point. He leaned beside you, palming himself through the thin fabric. Danny shed his own clothes in the meantime.

You let your hands wander over Josh’s tan skin, quickly replaced by your lips. The soft moans Josh was producing prompted Danny to kneel behind you, kissing and working his way up whilst you worked your way down. Your fingernails teasingly dragged across the length of Josh’s cock, drawing another moan from him. You felt one of Danny’s fingers tease your entrance. As your mouth was occupied by Josh’s cock, you leaned back just a touch, hoping he would get the hint.

You kept your pace slow, wanting to maintain the mellow vibe the three of you had created, but Josh’s bucking hips did nothing to help your cause as soon you were almost gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat. Your body jolted at the gentle touch of fingers at your core, and you gasped, letting Josh’s length slip from your lips.

“Fuck,” you whispered, happy to finally have some sort of contact from Danny. Josh brushed your hair from your face, smiling.

“Are you getting what you wished for?” He teased, idly stroking himself. He readjusted himself so he was sat back on his heels, pulling you into a kiss.

Danny slid another finger in, pumping away. Moans tumbled from your lips, vibrating into Josh’s mouth. His tongue explored your mouth, his hands on your breasts again. He massaged lightly, bringing new sensations to the surface. Your legs began to quiver, a sign that made Josh laugh. Danny noticed, his thumb rubbing circled on your clit. You let out a cry, sitting up. Josh placed an arm behind you, holding you as steady as he could.

“Danny,” you sighed, clenching around him. “I’m going to-“

“Then do it,” he said, quickening his motions and pulling you even closer to the edge.

Clinging onto Josh’s hand, you obeyed. The orgasm was enough to put you to sleep, powerful and taking everything out of you. Danny retracted his hands, leaving you reeling. “Jesus,” you chuckled. “That was hot.”

“You’re welcome,” Danny winked, ridding himself of his underwear.

“Don’t tell me you’re tapped out,” Josh whispered, kissing up and down your neck. You had closed your eyes, catching your breath.

“No,” you breathed. “I just need a breather.”

You sat up, sliding from the bed, and taking Danny’s cock into your hands. You kneeled in front of him. “Josh, are you going to join us?” You asked, batting your eye lashes at him.

He clambered off the bed, standing beside Danny. Your hands worked on them both. Danny had Josh in length, but would he know how to use it? You caught yourself breathing heavily, thinking of the positions they could put you in. Your clit ached, begging to be touched. You wouldn’t be surprised if a puddle of your own arousal gathered on the floor. Placing your lips on the head of Danny’s cock took him by surprise. He threw his head back as you took as much as you could. He pulled away, not wanting to cum just yet.

“Alright,” you said. “I need someone to fuck me before I do it myself.”

“Dibs.” Danny said quickly. The eagerness in his eyes changed to a look of mischief. “Why don’t we take her to Paris?”

You got back onto the bed. “I have always wanted to go.”

Josh got onto his knees in front of you again. “What the lady wants, the lady gets.”

With Danny behind you, you felt your heart rate pick up. He slid into you with ease, eliciting a groan from your lips. He waited a moment before moving. Taking Josh into your mouth, you began working on him. You gained confidence fast and grabbed his shaft in your hand, pumping what you couldn't fit in your mouth. You sucked gently, letting your tongue run over his tip, as Danny’s hands caressed your back. Danny guided your back into a curve, sticking your ass out before roughly thrusting into you, jolting your head down on Josh, forcing him to hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck!" Danny and Josh groaned, almost in unison. You would have been right there with them if your mouth wasn’t busy. Josh raised his hips to meet your lips as they bobbed rhythmically down on him. Danny began to pound into you, relishing the feeling and letting high pitched whimpers fall from his mouth. He angled your hips slightly and rammed back into you after drawing all the way out. The new position forced a moan out of you. His fingers digging into your sides harder at your uncontrollable noises.

Josh swore, holding back and letting you work on him at your speed.

You saw Josh’s stomach tense as his moans were becoming louder and more frequent. You tightened your lips around him but got distracted as Danny’s thrusts quickened, hitting your g-spot every time he slammed back into you. Your head hung, unable to focus on pleasuring Josh. He tilted your head up, whispering words of encouragement. You opened your mouth, letting him use you. His hands holding your hair back and guiding you up and down his cock only added to the idea of them using you as nothing but a toy. The room filled with desperate whimpers and became humid, the smell of sex surrounding you. Josh warned you he was close before releasing into your throat, forcing you to swallow. You grinned up at him showing him that every drop was gone. He pressed a kiss to your lips. While you would have liked to enjoy it, Danny pulled you up, his hand snaking around to your chest and holding your back against his. Danny’s thrusts increased in speed and your swears became incomprehensible. You tightened around his length and your orgasm washed over you, your body shuddering at the intensity. Danny groaned and pulled out of you, you felt him cum on your back, slightly relieved he pulled out.

Josh took a t-shirt from a random drawer, wiping your back. He then handed you your clothes before tossing Danny his. Danny pressed a kiss to your temple, prompting you to lay down with him. You laid on his stomach, smiling to yourself. Josh settled in, his thighs beneath your legs.

“That was really nice,” Danny said, breaking the silence.

“I agree,” Josh smirked. “We should do it again. How ‘bout it, Y/N?”

You nodded. This was something you could get used to. Even though you were tired and could barely keep your eyes open, there was a question buzzing around your brain. “Josh.” He hummed in response. “How did you know we were in here?”

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