#if you’re one of the couple people who know me irl and already know please don’t spoil it :3

[starglitterz]

♡ ROMEO & CINDERELLA.

❝ hey, pretty stranger, i think you look cute! can i get your number? i wanna know you. // cute encounters with genshin guys on the bus.  ❞

✧ feat ; childe, heizou, xiao x gn!reader ✧ warning(s) ; childe’s can be viewed as platonic ✧ a/n ; so i think the bus at my university is like. a meet-cute spot for me or something HAHAHA here are a couple of drabbles based on my irl experiences <3 ! shout out to my one irl that has to listen to me being delusional all the time LOL ur a real one (she’s never going to see this). also the title has no relation to the fic at all sorry i just could not think of a title for the life of me so i just went with a random vocaloid song JDSJDJS ok bye i hope u enjoy this!!

please reblog w tags + leave comments ! it rlly makes my day :)

✦ CHILDE. [ tartaglia ]

“childe? is that you?” you grin, leaning over the back of your seat as you realise who’s sitting behind you, “i didn’t know you take the bus back too!” his face cracks into a wide beam upon noticing you, “y/n! hi! i do sometimes when i’m too tired to walk.” and just like that, the two of you start talking excitedly – you’re classmates, though you aren’t too close you both still consider each other friends, and it’s nice to have someone to talk to instead of staring out the window at the rain with your earphones plugged in to pretend you’re in a music video. 

somehow, the conversation turns to birthdays, and as childe asks when yours is, you smirk, “it’s today!” you swear his blue eyes open so big you’re worried they might just tumble out of his head as he gasps, “what?! today?! so you’re turning a year older today?!” “yeah!” you nod, giggling at his exaggerated reaction. “nah, you’ve got to come here so i can wish you properly,” he shakes his head seriously, and you tilt your head in confusion, “there’s someone sitting beside you already though…”

you shouldn’t have doubted the one and only tartaglia for even a moment, because the next second, he turns to the man beside him with zero hesitation and gives them the most blinding persuasive smile ever, “hey! would you mind switching seats with my friend over there? it’s their birthday, and i really want to wish them!” “childe!” you scold, heat rushing to your face at his casual confession to this total stranger, “stop disturbing random people!” “but it’s your birthday!” he replies innocently, ocean eyes gleaming aquamarine. the man beside him seems a little confused by childe’s demeanour, but he’s probably more scared of what his reaction would be if he said no, so he nods, “sure, i guess…” and as the bus rattles along its familiar route, you switch places with the stranger, profuse thanks spilling from your lips before you fix childe with a scolding gaze. 

“hey, it worked!” he raises his hands in surrender, only to quickly grasp yours and shake it heartily, “happy birthday, comrade!” you laugh, shaking your head, “you’re so silly. thank you, childe.” you both hide your chuckles as you joke about the poor guy that had to switch with you, and you tease and banter with each other all the way to the train station.

✦ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. [ analytical harmony ]

it has been a long day. not necessarily bad, but one of those days where the universe seems to be conspiring against you to make every small thing go wrong enough to get on your nerves. right now, you’re at your wits end as you stumble onto the bus, sending the bus driver a sheepish smile when your card only buzzes on the third tap. your eyes scan the interior – almost all of the seats are occupied, and your friend has skipped ahead to sit with someone else she knows. 

but your gaze stops short on a maroon-haired guy looking out the window, and with an internal cheer you realise that the seat next to him is empty and quickly slide into it. now that you’re closer, you notice that he’s actually quite handsome; all fluffy maroon hair and forest green eyes with a few moles dotted across his pale skin. you’re so busy staring that you don’t realise he’s trying to tell you something until he clears his throat. “y-yeah?!” you stutter in surprise at his sudden attempt at conversation. that was a dumb reply. now you’re staring at him with wide eyes as he softly asks, “um, is that your wallet?”

you look at the floor where he’s pointing, only to realise with horror: that is your wallet! “oh… hahaha, that is mine. thank you,” you’re ninety percent sure you are giving off the worst first impression of all time with your stupid responses. it’s almost like you’ve never spoken to another human being in your life. and what’s with your outfit?! of course the one day you don’t dress up is the day you end up sitting next to the world’s cutest stranger. as you bend down to pick up your wallet, you silently curse your unlucky stars. you dropped your purse in front of a cute guy! can this day get any worse?! 

famous last words.

because two seconds later, you’re trying to sit up straight again, and you hit your head on the hard back of the seat in front of yours. even worse, you groan loudly, “ow!” “holy archons… are you okay?” the stranger beside you gasps, although as you rub your head and look at them, it’s pretty obvious that they’re trying to hold back laughter. you’re torn between laughing or crying your eyes out, but the humour of the absolutely idiotic situation you’re in kicks in and you end up giggling even as you’re wincing in pain, “i’m fine, thank you… i promise i’m not usually this clumsy.” “really?” he quirks an eyebrow with a teasing smile, “could’ve fooled me.” “hey!” you pout, folding your arms across your chest in playful offence, “i know i might have just made the worst first impression ever, but i swear i’m a lot cooler!” “i’ll be the judge of that,” his gaze softens and he tilts his head, “i’m heizou, by the way.” “i’m y/n! let’s restart this whole thing – it’s nice to meet you!”

luckily for you, the bus is stuck in traffic, and the two of you end up talking about everything under the sun on the long journey to the train station. you aren’t certain if he’s convinced that you’re cool yet, but you’ll definitely keep working on it – even if it’s only to see the way his cute dimples appear whenever his features crease into a smile at your jokes. 

✦ XIAO. [ vigilant yaksha ]

it’s been a tiring day of an exhausting course. but at the very least, you’ve got your new friend to complain to as the two of you wait for the bus. “you know, i was so glad you asked me to join your group!” you grin at xiao, adjusting your tote bag. “it’s no big deal… you were alone, so i thought you could join us,” he gives you a soft smile, jade streaks of hair framing his face as they peek out from under his dark cap. “yeah, but still! it’s so difficult to make friends when the classes are so huge, so it was really nice of you.” “that’s true. you’re the first person i’m talking to outside class,” he nods in agreement. his casual statement makes you remember that you’re a professional yapper and you panic, “oh! by the way, if i’m talking too much, just tell me to shut up! i talk a lot, so that’s totally fine.” he chuckles, and his response makes a happy smile grace your lips, “no, it’s okay. i prefer listening, so it’s fine if you talk a lot.” so talk is what you do until the bus finally rumbles into the bus stop. 

the constant bumping of the bus on the rough roads combined with the soothing noise of the rain tapping against the window makes you drowsy, and you turn to xiao, “if i fall asleep before we reach the train station, you better wake me up, okay? don’t abandon me on the bus and just go home!” the corner of his lips quirk up into what might be a teasing smile, “no promises.” but when he sees your distraught expression, he reassures you, “just kidding. i’ll wake you up.” “okay…” you mumble a response, and within a few seconds, you’re asleep, head lolling forward as the bus continues along. you don’t usually fall asleep on public transport, far too worried that you’ll miss your stop and end up on the other end of teyvat, but with xiao beside you, you’ve got nothing to worry about, right?

you’re in the middle of a very nice dream when you hear xiao’s soft voice calling you, “y/n?” and his tone is so gentle, like he didn’t want to startle you, that it almost makes your heart beat right out of your chest. you stretch a little, eyes flickering open before sliding shut again, “mmm…” “we’re almost there,” he murmurs. and there it is again, that soft, gentle voice that you swear sounds like honey. you’re almost going to pass out, and definitely not from sleepiness. “okay… i’m awake.” you manage a smile, and he tilts his head almost worriedly, “don’t fall asleep on the train.” “i won’t!” you grin widely as you hop off the bus, hoping that shows how you’re 100% awake right now, and he smiles, “okay then, i’ll see you tomorrow.” 

bahaha these are very messy but i just needed to get these out of my system before i went insane i think i should take the bus more often 😋 also yes these are all 100% experienced by yours truly and have not even been exaggerated for the sake of this fic // general masterlist

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[worlds-smallest-epsilon]

Once more with feeling.

I mentioned in a previous post that I was thinking about changing my name and I’ve finally come to a decision on one I like. I’ve been using it for a few weeks with family and friends and I’m happy with it I think. Before I reveal it here though I wanted to play a little game.

I’ll reveal it once the poll is over. For now though I’m interested to see what people think! :3

#fucked up the first try and couldn’t edit it 😭 #if you’re one of the couple people who know me irl and already know please don’t spoil it :3 #polls #name choosing #name change #nonbinary #transgender #transfem #196

[bitchlessdino]

OMFG!!! i just read that chan smut and omg. THE DUALITY!! i literally love all the smuts that you write. also my birthday is february 6th so, if you don’t mind, could you write me a smut with my bias/biases. as you know i have a daddy kink. my biases are chan, seungcheol, and hoshi. you don’t have to. love you and thank you for the dino smut i absolutely loved it!-🎧

Pairing: Fem!reader x seungcheol x chan x soonyoung

Genre: smutty smut smut

Word count: 4.7K

Tags: poly, reader wearing a dress, exhibitionism, voyeurism, pet names (princess), degradation, praise kink, brief choking, fingering, oral (rec. And giving), unprotected sex (please assume everyone is clean, don't do this w/o prepping IRL), pussy slapping, ass play, triple penetration (i know), daddy kink, mean chan, sweet Cheol

Summary: it was just a dumb little party game, gets taken too seriously in teh best way possible. Happy fucking birthday to you.

Author note: first off, happy birthday! You’re always active here and sending me ideas and I appreciate you so much. Second off the fact that your list is my exact top three made this very self-indulging. I thank you for that. Please enjoy me writing out of of my darkest fantasies 😭

“Fuck. Marry. Kill. Seungcheol, Chan, Soonyoung. Go.”

You scorn up at Mingyu, “Didn't know we were still in middle school?”

You were celebrating your birthday with a couple of close friends having some drinks and good quality takeout at your place. Somewhat small for others but what you preferred it. Having all the attention on you in a public place was not your scene. These small intimate gatherings were more your speed. Then again, it prompted dumb shit like this.

Mingyu was not many shots in, but he looked like a toddler that learned to walk for the first time, so it was fair to say he drunk out of his mind. “Don’t cop out, answer the-hic-damn question.”

Your gaze shifted from the three men, all equally waiting for a response. You take a moment to linger in each thought of each man, internally listing out any and all of their redeeming qualities. 

Seungcheol, who pretended to not care about your answer, peeks at you through his peripheral. He was the impossibly attractive guy next door, figuratively and literally. It was easy to tell he does everything with purpose and excluded this natural confidence and charisma. Not to mention he was a guy you could rely on like most people already do.

Then we have Soonyoung, the man full of life. If you could describe him in one word, it’d be ‘crazy’. This was the same guy that commits to being a tiger but calling it his ‘brand, and let’s not forget his astrology chart, which you’re not gonna get into. He’s fucking hot, don’t get it wrong, but also the strangest man you’ve ever met on planet Earth. 

Now finally Chan, the cute man sitting next to you, eyes coated in nectar-like sweetness with a soft smile on his face. He’s always has been a sweet guy since you met him. He’s amicable and seemingly harmless, which made people feel comfortable around him. You can’t go wrong with Chan.

You visibly ponder, licking your lips, before answering.

“Fuck…Soonyoung, marry…Seungcheol, and I guess kill Chan? But I can’t kill him,” you look to the man mentioned and interlock arms, “so, I’ll just have to kiss him.”

You press your lips against his cheek, laughing emitting from onlookers. A warm blush spreads across his cheeks and he looks down at his feet. His smile turns bittersweet. “Great. Nice.”

“You’ll always be my favorite buddy, Chan. I could never kill you,” you coo, a finger lightly stroking at his red cheeks before he lightly shoves you away, rolling his eyes, and grabs another beer.

You initially don’t think much of it, it was only a dumb ice breaker after all. However, that event had his friends teasing him the rest of the night (but what’s new) and Chan was being the joke of the night, while Seungcheol was poking fun at you instead. Every chance he got, he’s saying things like he’s ‘waiting on that proposal,’ or ‘should I get started on the wedding planning?’ And Soonyoung seems to be a step behind the older gentleman, playfully suggesting what things he does make him ‘fuckable.’ He could be only cutting up limes for shots, or posing on the back of a wall asking, ‘this do anything for you?’ Attention was on you mainly, as expected, but that didn’t warrant the number of times you had gotten flustered.

Nonetheless, everything that night seemed all in good fun,  a birthday worth having. At some point in the night, Soonyoung passed out on the couch, while everyone else was preparing to leave. Seungcheol offers to help clean up, it was very neighborly of him, which you always welcome. Chan, in the midst of all this, was nowhere to be found and it caused you to worry, calling his phone with no answer. You weren’t apart from him long typically in these social situations.

“Thanks for helping out, Cheol.”

“Anything for my betrothed,” he teases.

“Shut up,” you lightly elbow, “It’s late, I’m gonna wash up to sleep. Just make sure to lock the door when you leave, okay.”

He nods off your request and lets you venture off to your room. He pays it no mind, finishing off some dishes, unable to hear anything underneath the sound of the sink’s running water.

On the other end of your closed bedroom door, you make a startled expression once you realize what, or should you say who was behind it. “Chan? I was wondering where you were.”

He softly scoffs from the mattress, slouching in his spot, looking as if he waited for your return. “Really? Didn’t seem to think you had a second thought about me.”

“Of course I did.” You walk up towards him and pull him up from the mattress by the arm, smiling at him. “I can’t help but think about you all the time.”

“But you’d kill me, hmm?” He tears his wrist away from your touch, drawing his face closer to yours, “That’s not what you said last week up against my bedroom window.”

You purse your lips in amusement, remembering that day all too clearly. It was moving day for him and out of all people, he called you. He mentioned needing a few boxes brought in and everyone else seemed busy, little did you know, he had other plans that night with you. Those plans are how many times he can get you to cum within an hour, or how pretty you look pressed up against a clean glass window. 

“But they don’t know that.” You retort.

“You embarrassed me out there, you know,” His eyes narrow at you, ignoring your attempts of pandering as you flirtatiously tease up his arm, “The friend-zoning, the familial kiss, the rejection, and in front of all our friends. I didn’t like it.”

You softly laugh, fingering through his pretty brown hair, “I’m sorry, but it'd be obvious if I said one of the other two. Could you find in your heart to forgive me?”

He turns away his eyes, feigning thought. “Well, since it’s your birthday, I could…doesn't mean I will.”

He tugs on you similarly the way you did to kiss him, only this time his lips locked on lips, and his skin was noticeably flushed from alcohol and lust. Your eyes naturally flutter shut, arms instinctively reach up for his face, cupping his warm cheeks. You melt in his touch, brazen and ruthless, your arousal basically dripping a hot stain in your underwear as his teeth pull at your bottom lip deliciously.

He strokes your sides, hands drawing the curve of your posterior and clutching in a hearty squeeze, a whimper leaving your lips. You feel the corner of his lips quirk up, eyes pressing into you with a smug expression. “Are you like this with all your ‘buddies’?”

You shake your head with a cheeky smile on your face, “No.”

He hums amused, lips drawing close to your ear, his decadent voice pricking your ear. “I want you to fall apart for me. Can you do that, hmm? Can you do that for Daddy?”

Your abdomen tenses up, a sultry moan escaping you, “Yes, daddy.”

“Such a good girl,” He draws out.

He pulls the zipper down from your dress, pulling off the straps from your shoulders, chuckling against your skin, as your outfit hits the floor. You giggle as he hoists you up, your legs locking around his waist, meeting his lips again more feverishly than the last. He runs you on top of your dresser, parting your legs to stand between them.

“Your turn,” You reach for the hem of his hoodie, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side of the room, “That’s better. Happy birthday to me…”

Hand trailing over Chan’s chest, down his torso, tracing over every dent of his abs, making you lightheaded and giddy. You pull on the top of his jeans, meeting him in a kiss, they become the next article of clothing to come off, following his boxer briefs and grasp his length. His nose nuzzles your cheek, hot breath on your skin, and his digits press up against the fabric of your panties to dip in the wet spot and plunge into your clothed arousal. You pleasantly gasp, hips jerking in his direction, one hand combing through his hair.

“Oh, daddy…”

His smile grows wide. “You’re so wet already, sweet girl.”

He allows himself a taste, humming at the familiar flavor, and pushes past your underwear to gradually thrust them inside, watching uneven breaths escape your lips. He revels in your whimpers, pushing them deeper inside you. The airiness of your voice was additive, but what was more addictive in the look on your face when he sees you close. “That feels good, huh? You like my fingers fucking you like this?”

You were practically vibrating in your seat, and your back arches in distress, gripping the edge of the dresser, “God, yes…You’re so good to me, daddy.”

It was a matter of time before his cock would replace his fingers, swiping your taste on your tongue for you to sample. Moaning, your lips wrap around their slender length, your arousal coating the surface of your tongue and inside your mouth. You hold him by the wrist, his knuckles swallow inside you before his very eyes, sucking your neck dry from his hands as he fucks his fingers into your burning hot entrance.

You whimper into his palm before he decides to pull it away and wrap it around your throat, meanwhile, his cock finds entry in your warmth, your fluttering walls welcoming him. Your hips falling slightly below the dresser's flat surface, you gasp for air. Your vision blurs as much as your abdomen clenches, submitting to Chan’s rough touch. He leverages you by holding you up the back of your knee while your other leg hung over his shoulder, snapping his hips back into you with such ferocity, a throaty moan falling short of every thrust. He sounded scrumptious, like fresh honey oozing out of its comb, you wanted to lick every part of him.

“What do we have here?” 

Your helping hand for the party has finally found your helping hand in bed (or this case the dresser), rutting in you like two rabbits in mating season. Chan doesn’t stop his pace, only a smile growing wider on his face. “I guess the jig is up.”

“You’re just gonna keep fucking her while I’m here, kid?”

Chan only grows cockier when you show no sign of change, still moaning his name, “Why shouldn’t I, she sure likes it. Don’t you, filthy birthday girl?”

You nod, “Y-yes, daddy.”

Seungcheol looks impressed, crossing his arms together, he can’t help but enjoy the view. The times he imagined you looking a mess in front of him went on but no image in his head could do justice to the real thing, even if it was Chan’s dick inside you. Your sweat made your beautiful body glisten under the lamp lights, your pretty little pants endearing as they steadily leave your lips, and your messy hair so damn pullable that made his dick twitch.

“Need some help?” He offers nonchalantly.

Chan looks back at the older man for the first time, almost barking back a no, but instead takes a moment to consider and turns to you. His eyes flit back to you, holding you by your face, hips unbearably enthusiastic. “What do you say, huh, you want two cocks in you? Hmm, is that what you want?”

You choke up on your drool, tears already running down your faces as you respond in a hard nod, then proceed to be thrown back on the mattress to have Seungcheol witness your lewd form in its entirety. His hands go to the tent in his pants, palming himself anxiously. He knew you were beautiful beyond words, but there was no other beauty than the way you were almost naked. Your arms come up to your chest, shielding your stiff peaks but at the same time emphasizing the roundness of your breasts.

“W-what?” You ponder up at him, your pretty eyes looking back in a way that made Seungcheol want to scream. “I’m a mess, a-aren’t I?”

“A very pretty mess,” Seungcheol reiterates.

“Of course she is.” Chan sits beside you on the bed, pushing hair away from your face and pressing his lips to your ear, “How about you get his dick wet first, birthday girl?”

“Okay,” you answer back eagerly, trudging forward and pulling Seungcheol by his belt and carefully removing it from him.

Seungcheol gives a look of astonishment, a quick glance thrown to see pride written all over the younger man’s face before turning back to you, already pulling down his pants and exposing his cock slapping on your face.

“Wow.” You gasp, wrapping your hand around his girth, feeling his weight.

“Think you can take it, princess?”

Your heart pitter-patters at the name Seungcheol gives you and you let out a hearty ‘yes.’ Chan stays behind you, hands cupping your breasts, fondling your flesh, he becomes a little devil in your ear. “What are you waiting for then?”

You inch closer to Seungcheol, his angry tip on the center of your tongue. You drag your pink muscle over his shaft, tracing over every bulging vein, hearing him suck in his breath. Your other hand cradles his balls, kneading them lightly in your palm. When you push your head over his length, your mouth coats its surface area, feeling like a new, yet familiar world to him.

“S-shit.” His hips twitch forward, hands against his hips.

You bob down to the base, filling your cheeks and stretching your lips. He feels your saliva dribbling down his thigh, seeing the same scene happen over your chin, while your throat takes him with a gutty grit, taking all of him. When you gag slightly, having him almost pulls away in concern, but Chan takes initiative and combs through your hair, slamming you down on Seungcheol’s crotch, a shit-eating grin on his face. The older man almost doubles over, hand firmly planted on your shoulder in anguish.

“Mmh…god…that–”

“Look at you taking his dick like a perfect little slut,” Chan exclaims before mouthing over your neck, love bites adorning your soft skin, “you can’t wait to be fucking filled with cock, can’t you?”

You lacked the ability to be verbal, only vibrating a confirmation around Seungcheol’s cock, the man shuddering in the process. “Princess…”

Chan's hands snake around to your clit, rubbing it with his digits, his firm chest pressing into your sweaty back, the shaking in your body evident. “Take it deeper, slut.”

Tears burn your eyes, hands lifting to press behind Seungcheol, warming his cock in your mouth until you can’t breathe. The said man lets out his share of obscenities, his hands on either side of your head, fucking your mouth at a desperate man’s pace until he feels it swells well past its limit, “Fuck. Fuck!”

He cums hard, long, and deep. The trail of ivory slides down your throat with no warning, Seungcheol fills you to the brim, even overflowing to the corner of your lips. “So…good…”

“Shit, you lasted a lot shorter than I expected, old man.” Chan smugly grins.

The older man tries catching his breath, but not without letting the other man hear it. “Shut up…Chan.”

“How long have I been asleep?”

The voice resonates from the doorway, a barely awake Soonyoung blinks at the scene in front of him in confusion, adjusting to the change of lighting from the pitch-black living room. “Huh, what are you eating, y/n? A hoagie?”

“Oh, god.” Chan groans, bowing his head. 

Seungcheol couldn’t pull out of you soon enough, the remainder of his cum swallowed up by you in the process. You picked up the courage to be the first one to ask, “How long have you been standing there, Soonie?” 

“Not sure…wait. Are you guys having sex?”

Seungcheol pinches the bridge of his nose, visibly cringing. “Yes, Soonyoung.”

“Do you want to join,” you suggest, exchanging looks with both men already involved.

Their eyes initially express reluctance but eventually, they nod in agreement. Chan whispers an “alright,” in your ear before kissing the side of your face. Seungcheol being still very fresh to their current situation had no complaints, nor was he in the place to. They all redirect back to the intruder, and you ask him again. “Do you want to join us, Soonyoung?”

A pink tinge on his cheeks as your naked body slips from the bed gracefully, sliding down your underwear to the ground. “Join? Can I do that?”

His eyes locked on your prowess, your soft laughter sending off butterflies in his stomach as your hands crawls up to his face, stroking it endeared, “Yes, you can. Will you?”

“P-please…”

You guide him by the hand and bring him over to the bed, joining the rest. You slip the worn-out muscle tee over his head to toss it aside. Once you meet his lips, your hands run through his slept-in hair and melt against you like a dream. You were like taffy, sweet yet salty, no doubt from what he witnessed earlier, but he didn’t care. Forgetting the others around him, he pulls you in his lap, your wet cunt rubbing into his denim jeans as his hands take care of your body, collecting its warmth.

Seungcheol simply watches, running his hand down his body and stroking himself, feeling the tension build back up in cock. Chan joins him from across the bed. Licking his lips, he locks on the way your hips grind against Soonyoung’s, blood rushing towards his cheeks, wondering whether he was turned on imagining it was him or that it was genuinely fun watching.

Your bare skin meshes against Soonyoung, inhaling the stretch of alcohol and his expensive cologne etched into his skin, “Mmh…Soonie…”

“Shit,” the man moans, holding your bare ass in his hands, “I really wanted to do this. You have no idea.”

“You came at a good time too, Soonyoung. We were just about to fuck her together,” Chan doesn’t forget to mention, “She was ready to be filled up with two cocks, what’s one more?”

Soonyoung grins against your lips. “Three cocks in our pretty baby huh…I’m certainly glad I woke up.”

The men strip down to their birthday suits. Chan, taking less time than the others, utilizes this opportunity to retrieve the lube you kept in the drawer of your bedside table. Seungcheol kisses you for the first time that night, sensually stroking your back and parting your hair, while Soonyoung lips attach to your breasts, feeling your nipples grow hard on his tongue as he cradles them. It really hits you what’s happening when Chan squirts the cold lube on the center of your folds, rubbing it between his fingers, up in your warmth, before sliding down to prep your other entrance. 

His middle finger carefully tests the entryway, teasing the outer edge, before the lube lets him slide in and adjusts to your grip. Your moans were hard to suppress when he playfully slid them in and out and shot them deeper inside when you ask for more, to which he can’t help but laugh. “Cute little slut, taking it up your ass so well for us.”

He tucks in another digit, curling it inside you, ramming it, and preparing you for every opportunity.

You flex your fingers and toes, “Please Chan, I’m r-ready.”

“Are you sure?” He teases.

“Yes, please…”

Chan obliges, letting you go with a gentle thumb to the opening. They all position themselves, having discussed it moments ahead of time. Soonyoung has his back on the bed with your back hovering inches above his chest. He fingers the hole Chan had gotten ready and made sure it was adjusted to his liking, squeegeeing the excess lube. You twitch on top of him, finally feeling the tip of his cock circle at your entrance and slowly make its way inside you. Your jaw drops open, his member suffocates between your walls.

“Christ…” Soonyoung gasps, “You feel heavenly, Y/n.”

He holds you up from the back of your knees, spreading you wide and pretty, and taking a slow, deep stroke inside you. You let out a low growl, throwing your head back, and reveling in Soonyoung’s gentle pace. “Thats…so…good…”

Chan takes care of himself with aid of the scene, spitting in his hand, and his cock grows to his touch. “You look so fucking good stretched out.”

He approaches you, falling to his knees, and buries his face in your vacant warmth, still stroking himself. He licks stripes up your core, moistening his lips, as the tip of his nose brushes against your clit. Your stomach sucks in, ecstasy enflaming your core. “Fuck, daddy…”

Chan grows only harder and devours you faster, his tenor voices aches inside you, feeding his everlasting lust. Soonyoung takes his time with you still, hands now falling to your thighs, spreading you apart for Chan’s convenience, his hips gradually ramping up the speed. 

Seungcheol is respectful in watching, only inching forward when you beckon him closer with moans on your tongue, mouth still wide and welcoming. He takes advantage of your invite, knees meeting the bed, reuniting his length with your mouth, and seeing you take him just as hard (if not harder) as before. Hands land in your hair, straining your neck but filling out of your throat, that glorious sensation coming back to Seungcheol almost immediately. “Pretty mouth…Princess…take me good, hmm..”

“That’s so hot, fuck, what the fuck?” Soonyoung was being overwhelmed in the best way possible, bouncing you harder in his lap, leaving the man with his mouth full smiling with less work to do.

Chan smacks your center fold with the tip of his fingers, feeling you flinch under his touch, and he does it again and again. 

“Daddy hurtss…but…feels good…” You can’t help you mumble with Seungcheol’s cock pressing to your lips.

“S-shit, you’re gonna make me cum in my hand,” Chan shutters, honest to his word, “bad girl, but I don’t think I can wait anymore.”

He picks himself off the ground, his cock visibly furious. He rubs your slit with the tip, landing a lash to your clit, your sound of ache music to his ears, before he parts your folds and slides inside you, joining Soonyoung. He presses your legs back, Chan rocks in you in a steady rhythm opposite to Soonyoung. “Mm, daddy’s cock with Soonie’s, l-love so…m-much…”

“Such a—ah—cockslut. T-that good, hmm? You like me fucking you with Soonyoung inside you, hmm?”

“Y-y—Mmh..”

“Say it, fucking tell me you love our cocks splitting you open.”

“I-I love your c-cocks split-t-ting me o-open.”

You clench your body in anxiously, taking both cocks the best you can, but your body can only hold back so much cum.

“Look, who’s desperate to cum?” Chan observes, “Well, you can cum all you want, we’re not stopping.”

Chan is a man of his word. Even when your hips shake sporadically in front of them all, no one's pace falters. You were filled in all ends, an eternal loop of euphoria, the pleasant ache of your muscles easily manageable as long as you don’t lose this sensation. 

Seungcheol ruts your mouth with his eyes shut, only hearing the work your mouth puts in and pulls out when feels you’ve had enough. Your slobber prints your cheeks, a tired look in your eyes, but a manic smile on your face. He wipes some saliva away with his thumb, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “I’ll be sure to be slow at first, okay?”

Heart racing, you nod at his message, eyes drifting to see him place himself between you and Chan. Knees planted in the mattress beside either side of Soonyoung, he eases his length in your entrance on top of Chan’s, and unearthly sound follows coming from all around. Not a dry eye in the room, Seungcheol takes your calves and pressed them against his shoulders, squeezing with Chan in an uneven rhythm. 

“FUCK!” He bites into your leg, muffling his groans, filling you deep, “take me too, you can handle it. I believe in you.”

You scream in pleasure, your holes being fucked and filled, nodding your head forth and back. “Fuck, yes, like that, please…so full…”

The way it feels like everything at once, you can help but be overfilled with pride. You couldn’t describe in words how it felt, only process the event enough to scream and moan.

“That’s it, take us. Never have three cocks fuck your hole like this,” Chan points out through his sweaty pants.

Soonyoung simply groans deeply in your ear, snaking his hand over your clit, pinching the slick skin, your moans only growing louder and louder, and he then sticks his digits in your moisture, as if you were full enough. “You’re so talented, Y/n. Should’ve fucked you sooner…”

The sounds echoing in the room were like a broken record, waves of euphoria played over and over. It didn’t matter how long it took or how many positions were involved, you felt your heart rate taking ups and downs up they eventually grew tired.

“I’m gonna cum in you, that okay,” Seungcheol requests.

“Y-yes, d-daddy…” A blush deepens the surface of Seungcheol’s cheeks upon hearing that.

On the other hand, hearing his title being misused, Chan gets ticked off. He fuck harder with remorse, reminding you only one person can hold such a title, all while Seungcheol drops his load inside, coating you in snow white, grunting in you as his full length pushed the cum deep inside you until he finally pulls away. You open your mouth again, nonverbally asking to finish him off where he has before and he lets you, stroking what's left against your tongue.

Soonyoung follows soon after, his hips losing patience, “C-cum, in your ass, baby?” 

“Yes, please, Soonyoung…” You answer sweetly and he wastes no time, holding his cum deep in your ass after shooting hot cum in your backside until it’s dripping out of the edge.

“Good little cumslut, should I give you my gift too?”

Chan doesn’t even let you answer, encouraged by your startled, shrieks. Finally, his cum spurts from his cock, mixing itself with Seungcheol remnants and pulling out to spray on your torso and fall against your flushed skin, showing you once again he never planned on giving you any mercy. You fall limp against the mattress, ivory honey trailing on your chest, stomach, cunt, and ass. The two of the older men lay beside you, fatigued as you were. Chan tears away from the scene at the moment to come back with wet towels. He tosses one to each of the men before coming to sit at the edge of your feet, wiping away the mess like he always does.

“Should’ve let you lick it up, but fuck it. It’s your birthday,” Chan jesters with a soft grin.

“I would’ve enjoyed it though,” you butt in.

He rolls his eyes, “Yeah, but I like taking care of you.”

Soonyoung and Seungcheol grin upon hearing that, finding their younger friend endearing even after such an unfathomable event, both glancing to see you smile at his words. The intimacy piques both men’s curiosity, erupting all kinds of questions.

Seungcheol shifts his gaze from both you and Chan, smiling knowingly, “You two do this a lot?” 

“And you've been hiding this from us for how long?” Soonyoung chimes in with a cheeky grin, ready to tease you both.

“How did this even happen?”

“Chan’s meaner than I thought, Y/n, did you know that? Is that what you like about him?”

“Chan? Chan? When I lived next door?”

“Seriously, how long was I asleep?”

“I’ve never cummed so much in my life. How the fucked did you do that?”

“Can you guys call me about the next orgy?”

The opposing duo laughs, finding the situation amusing already. Chan squeezes himself between you and Seungcheol, nuzzling his face in your neck as he cuddles you, “Well, ‘buddy’ are you gonna answer their questions?”

You roll your eyes and clear your throat, taking your time in answering, still breathless, “I’m definitely calling you both over again.”

#svthub #dino smut #hoshi smut #scoups smut #seventeen smut #lee Chan smut #Soonyoung smut #kwon soonyoung smut #seungcheol smut #choi seungcheol smut #seventeen dino #seventeen scoups #seventeen hoshi #seventeen fanfic #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #dino x y/n #dino x reader #dino x you #scoups x reader #scoups x you #scoups x y/n #hoshi x y/n #hoshi x reader #hoshi x you

[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Eighteen

( Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F!Reader )

SENSORY DEPRIVATION GAGS / SERVICE TOP/POWER BOTTOM / BLOODPLAY

Summary: You and Santiago decide to play with some sensory deprivation.

Day Eighteen of @absurdthirst's Kinktober

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, blindfold, sensory deprivation, teasing, licking, biting, marking, dry humping, Dom!Santiago, rough sex, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.4k

Author’s Notes: Unfortunately I missed Day Seventeen, I’ve been trying my best to stay a few days ahead but my mind just threw a complete blank with the prompts available. I couldn’t bring myself to knock something out that I wouldn’t be happy with, so, enjoy Day Eighteen!

You were sure this was about the fifth time he’d asked if you were sure about this.

Why wouldn’t you be sure?

Santiago had already put you in wrist and ankle restraints and used a spreader bar to see how far you could go, sensory deprivation seemed like a logical step. He had already threatened you with a gag, what harm could a blindfold do?

And it was that he wasn’t excited about this prospect or not confident with his skill set, he’s just worried about you. On the evening of Benny’s fight night, when the two of you shared a fleeting glance, he knew that maybe there was something different to you.

Kinky people can sense other kinky people.

It’s undeniable that you are flourishing with them. They met up for drinks every so often without you and told stories to each other, some were surprising, the majority weren’t, not to him anyway. The four of them were beginning to know your quirks, what really turns you on, which buttons to press to make you cum but they saw the change, the confidence you exuded in the bedroom.

He didn’t want to ruin that.

His thumbs played with the edging of the blindfold, these were made to truly shut out everything, and his ear defenders from the shooting range lay on the mattress next to you.

“Blindfold and ear defenders?”

You nod enthusiastically.

“Honey, you’re jumpy when I touch you normally, this is going to be different.”

He emphasised different.

It was you who suggested adding in the ear defenders. You’d read online that with key senses gone, your others would heighten and that excited you. Your imagining the act similar to how Will had touched you for the first time but even more intense without being able to see or hear.

Santiago wouldn’t have the same technique as him, he’d definitely have things in his arsenal.

You sit with your legs crossed on the bed, wearing lingerie as he requested. It was delicate and bright with tiny embroidered daisies, a stark contrast to his dark bedding.

“If it’s too mu—“

“Use the safe word,” you say.

His one eyebrow arches, eyes turning dark and you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

He brings the blindfold to your face and gets you to hold it over your eyes before he moved behind you. Of course, he purchased an elaborate one, one that was in the shape of an x and crossed over your forehead and cheeks, a notch where it slotted over your nose.

Holding it steady, he fastened the top buckle then the bottom before he moved back in front of you.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Are you doing that thing where you’re technically flipping me the bird?”

“No,” he sighs, “and please take this seriously.”

You hang your head, “Sorry, Santi.”

He cups your chin and runs a thumb over your parted lip, leaning in for a kiss. Taking the ear defenders, he places them over your ears and pulls the headband to hug your head. He brings his fingers near and clicks a couple of times.

Nothing.

He wraps his hand around yours and squeezes three times, you squeeze three times back.

Placing both hands on your shoulders, he guides you down so you’re flush against the mattress before pulling your legs straight.

The pair of you never discussed what would happen next.

Santiago left the room.

You didn’t know how long you’d been laying there.

There was one promise you made, if he didn’t restrain you, you wouldn’t try taking the blindfold or ear defenders off. However your fingers were getting itchy, you twiddle your thumbs and flex your fingers.

Your mind began to drift.

You could imagine him sat on the chair he has in the room, far from the bed so he can watch your whole body. He’s probably got a smirk on his face, eyes observing every inch of you, every movement you make.

In actuality, he was stood patiently in the kitchen, sipping on a beer.

He checked his watch, fifteen minutes seemed like long enough.

Coming back into the bedroom, he peels off his top and throws it aside. You’re exactly where he left you like the good girl you are.

The bed sinks when he comes onto it, a weight sinking in between your legs. He doesn’t touch you yet you can sense his fingertips dancing around your frame, following the line up your body from your thighs to your shoulders. There’s a shift where he places his hands either side of your head and balances over you. His lips come to the crook of your neck, featherlight, barely skimming the skin.

Your back arches, shoulder blades drawing to chase his kiss but he moves away, the breath of his laughter teasing the surface.

You should have known better.

Straightening up, he continues to move lightly with his fingertips over ever inch, all the way down to your feet. He tickles your soles, it’s a little mean yet he couldn’t resist. Your feet flinch, a giggle falling from your lips and you attempt to keep your composure.

He does it again.

“Santi, stoooop.”

He stops touching you until you groan.

Placing an index finger just below your toe before dragging it in a straight line to the top of your hold up stocking. He pulls back the silicone strips from your thigh, the tip of his nose meeting your skin as he slowly peels away the glossy sock. Repeating the process with the other one, you sigh to his touch.

He replaces his touch with kisses, going up your legs until his nose touches underwear. He makes sure to apply more pressure to your weak spot before he rests on his heels, eyes fixed on your parted lips.

His jeans are getting tighter.

Just as he’s put you in a false sense of security, he slaps the inside of your thigh and then the other.

He watches as your body shudders and a ragged breath escapes you, a smile quirking. With a single finger, he draws from your belly button through the valley of your breast and up your neck, head tipping back as he flicks up your chin.

You hold steady, your neck elongated and exposed for him.

Gently he runs all his fingertips down your chest, grazing the cups of your bra, nipples reacting, puffing up with barely a touch. He kisses your stomach and around your waist, under the wiring in your underwear before he flattens his tongue between your breasts. He licks up to your collarbone, tongue flicking. As he kisses along your décolletage, he hooks your bra straps over your shoulders, approaching the crook of your neck.

Your chest rises and falls with a regular beat, he times his next move as you exhale. When your ribcage expands, he bares his teeth, and as it drops, he sinks them into the muscle.

You gasp and writhe, the roll of your hips causing you to brush your crotch over his denim coated leg. The thin mesh of your knickers doesn’t protect your clit from the bittersweet friction and the spark travels to meet the weight of his bite.

He sucks like a vampire trying to draw blood and you claw at the sheets to stop yourself from scratching your nails over his scalp.

You didn’t know if you were allowed to touch him.

When he releases his jaw, you feel his saliva spread across the patch of skin, now burning and tingling as the bruising comes through.

A hickey, really?

He allows you to breathe before carrying on.

After he kisses the over the cup of your bra, he delivers a single lick to each one as he releases your breasts from their confinement. Your nipples are already hard pebbles and your breath hitches as he skims his thumb over them.

He presses his lips over the meat of your one breast, circling inwards before taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking, popping it out over and over. Then he nibbles a little, your honeyed moan encouraging him to nuzzle deeper, his swift pinches replaced with a soothing lap of the tongue.

He moved onto the other, the chill of the room succeeding the warmth of his mouth.

You could feel every bit of him, the roughness of his tastebuds, the ripple of the tiniest muscles as they worked. The bop of his Adam’s apple, each single whisker that scratched over sensitive skin, the vibration of the groan rumbling from his chest.

You weren’t thinking straight.

Instinctively, your hands run through his trimmed curls before your fingers clench into the roots.

He stops to speak, “Like that do you, honey?”

You had no idea what he fucking said, all you knew was that you wanted his mouth. You reacted just as he’d hoped, the lack of his heat causing your back to arch to chase him. He doesn’t leave you hanging for long.

He comes in stronger, pining his knee to your crotch to force you hips from moving.

You cry as his teeth are sharp against your nipple, the scrape as he pulled back, body shivering. He attacks you over and over until your whimpering, your grip on his hair slipping then he takes a chunk of your breast in his mouth and marks you.

He moves away you, his fingertips at your thighs so you know he’s still there.

You’re beginning to fall apart.

Your heaving chest is decorated with signs of him, raised lines where his whisker brushed ferociously on your skin, chest flushed with a sweaty dew, two flourishing bruises and bra hanging loose.

Now he had to ensure your lower half looked equally as ravished.

You were just coming to terms with what had happened when Santiago hooked under your lower back and drag your crotch into his. Holding you firmly, he rolled his hips, notching your clit with the front of his jeans. You can feel his bulge, strained against the heavy fabric, grunting sweetly as he catches your clit.

After a few more strokes, he drops you and slides off the bed, undoing his belt at the same time. He leaves his jeans as a puddle on the floor, chucking his phone on the bed just in case before crawling to you. He lifts your legs over his hips and pressing his hardened cock against you.

Even through his briefs, he can feel how your arousal has pooled to your underwear. He bucks into you, his covered length gently sweeping over your folds and nudging your clit.

You groan in unison.

His cock twitches and your pussy does the same.

He doesn’t move, he’s thinking, wondering if you could both cum like this?

“Santi?” You query comes shyly.

He caresses your right thigh and you smile at him.

After deliberation, he begins to rock into you, the fabric of his brief tugging at his length. You could feel the tip of his cock radiating from the friction, hot and heavy as he knocked your bundle of nerves.

He took a long, slow drag, growling as every inch of his length met your damp crotch until he reach the base.

Picking up the pace, the heat grows between you, the warmth spreading through your wet pussy to your hips. The knot in your belly is tightening, threatening to unfurl as he ruts into you. Your toes are curling, legs vibrating as your breath starts catching again and again.

His fingers sunk deeper into your ass.

“You look so fucking pretty like this.”

He wished you could hear him as he watched your back arch, mouth hanging agape as one hand struggled to hold onto his wrist. You lift your knees, positioning your hips so you could feel him from the bottom to the top of your weeping folds.

His balls are dense and the next jerk of his hips overwhelms his senses. He screws his eyes shut as he hears you cry, the centre of your knickers warming and dampening against his briefs. His final thrust seizes his back with a rush of pleasure.

He opens his eyes as his cock pulses, his creamy white cum spurting through the material.

“Shiiit.”

It mostly holds, a couple of stray, thick droplets hitting your underwear.

“What a mess you’ve made.”

He smirks to himself, taking a photo on his phone so he can show you later.

Scrambling to take his briefs off, he tosses them, no longer caring where they land. He’s still hard and desperate to have your pussy round him. He snatches the band of your knickers and roughly takes them off to your accompanying screams. Taking both of your ankles either side of his head, he leans over you, practically folding you in half.

He rips the ear defenders from you and before you can protest, he holds your chin, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear.

“I want you to hear me when you make me cum again.”

His hand dropped and he lined himself up.

“Wait ag—“

He shoves into you to the hilt and knocks the wind out of you.

Taking a hold of your ankles, he thrusts in and out of you furiously and all you could do was take it.

The room filled with the sounds of your bodies slapping, your pussy squelching, his harsh pants that met your cute grunts as his tip notched your cervix.

You bring your arms over your blindfolded face, holding your wrists.

He kept his eyes on your body, how your breasts bounce and your ass ripples with every hit, your legs as they start to squash his neck.

“You’re taking me like such a good girl.”

You wanted to say something but all that came were choked cries.

His hips were stuttering, he was so close, your walls fluttering around his length. He pushes your legs towards your chest, his angle changing, scrapping the soft spot inside your cunt and your orgasm washes over you.

Clenching his cock, Santiago only last a few more strokes.

He unleashes a husky groan, spilling into you, his hands dropping so he could lessen his weight against you. The smell of him wafts into your nostrils, the mixture of woody and spicy notes that cling to his sweat.

It’s almost as if you can taste him.

You give him chance to catch his breath before you can’t take it anymore.

“Santi?”

He hums, lifting his heavy head.

“Would you mind taking the blindfold off?”

Straightening his back, you lift your legs off to either side, his cock softening inside you. You prop yourself up on your elbows and you feel his hands come to the back of your head.

You’d never tell him the truth about why you wanted it off.

There was something in you that actually missed his face.

#kinktober 2023 #triple frontier #triple frontier x reader #santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x you #kinktober

[writebackatya]

I wanted to warn you about Shelly who you've been interacting with in the DuckTales fandom. They were a known groomer and all around gross person in the Pokémon fandom. They are obsessed with children characters and s*xualize everything. They associate on Twitter, Furaffinity, Inkbunny etc. with artists that draw p*rn and inc*st of child characters including Boyd and the duck children. You can search AmorousArtist (a twitter mutual that's collabed with them and one of many examples) to get an idea. Be warned it's "Dead Dove" level art. They tend to play dumb about stuff even though they're around 40 now and were in the Pokemon fandom for almost two decades before finally being called out. They are very agreeable and change what they like and how they act like a chameleon. They befriend older fans to gain safety. Warnings have been going around but because they're a really good artist I don't think it's being taken seriously. Thankfully some have pulled away or already have them blocked. Please don't give them attention, they traumatized me and my friends and no one cared because they got the artist free pass. Even looking back their Pokémon stuff was a red flag. I know a lot of ducks fans are young and impressionable and I'm scared it's happening again. Thank you for your time and please stay safe, it's hard to trust people nowadays :(

TW: Pedophilia, grooming

Thank you anonymous for coming forward to me with this information. I know letting others know about stuff like this is never easy but your concern for the safety of me and others in the DuckTales fandom is much appreciated

After receiving this message from anonymous I talked with a couple others in the DuckTales fandom who received this message from you and decided to look into the info they gave us. And after searching their Twitter, their art mutual’s stuff, as well as looking them up on other sites, I found out that yes, Shelly does associate themselves with that ArmorousArtist who draws NSFW art featuring minors and Shelly has drawn stuff like that in their past

I will say the only sexualize art I found on their Twitter was stuff with adult characters as well as a pinned tweet urging minors not to interact with their account, however the art mutual anonymous mentioned DID have some very questionable art involving the young characters of DuckTales

When I went searching for Shelly’s art on other sites I came across their Pokémon artwork and can confirm yes, their sexualize artwork featured some of the Pokémon that are on the cutesy side as well as one with a trainer

If you’re a minor and have come across the blogs @/Shellyoducks, @/shellyochunks, or @/chickenmcdicken here’s what I want you to do:

Block those accounts. Do NOT interact with them at all!

I will state it right here that I myself am not a minor but someone in their late twenties (I turned 27 back in January) and have been in a few fandoms in my life. I never really interacted with a lot of people so I don’t have a whole lot of advice other than this:

Block people like this

Let someone IRL know about your mutuals and anybody you interact with a lot here or any social media site

And I get it. You wanna keep your personal life and your online life separate. You do have the right to your own private life, but you should also be safe. But please if you have a parent, a relative, or an older sibling that’s an adult that you can talk to about your interests, please let them know about the people you talk to online and please be safe

#tw grooming #tw pedophila mention #ducktales fandom

[mnoxsk]

“Love Me IRL” Idia x Male!Reader Headcannons Pt1

Summary: How you meet, what he does when he’s in love/has a crush on you, what happens when you reciprocate.

Genre: Fluff

-This man rarely goes out so It’s almost impossible to meet him face-to-face. You would most definitely meet him in-game. Bro also probably has a goofy name like “Hade’s Left Hand”, “Walmart Version of Hades”, or a cringe name like “tHe GrIm ReApEr” lol. During one of his boss raids he would immediately be caught glaring at your ass because of how cool he thought your avatar was (AND BRO WAS HE EMBARRASSED). During the boss fight though only 25% of the people still alive and all the healers were dead AND BRO WAS TRYING TO HOLD ONTO DEAR LIFE. As a fatal attack almost hit him you blocked the hit and took the sacrifice, letting your character die. After the boss fight he would thank you for helping him live for a split second and apologize for losing some of your stuff when dying, wanting to at least give in return. You do take up that offer however wanted to become friends with him and he, without a single thought about it, accepted it (like bro is very picky choosy of his friends so for you to get in that friends list is like seeing a unicorn).

-When he started realizing that he has a crush on you was during a 24-hour quest where both of you had to stay online that long to get a ‘special prize’  that was told around the game and wanted to test it. Majority of the time you both went on hidden missions and fought low leveled bosses for the newbies. However during the last couple minutes you both talked more seriously about your lives. 

“I bet you’re real cool irl man. Like every time I can’t help but be amazed of how cool you are!” You announced to him in voice chat. “I’ll be honest with you man, I’m not that amazing you think I am. I can barely go outside without thinking that people will judge me.” “Is that so..? Hmm, well if we meet and hangout a lot will that change?” As you ask that he chuckles before answering. “Haha, maybe.” -Mission is complete- -Here is your reward- “Oh sweet man! Lets see what we got!” As you both check your inventories he realizes that there’s a certain ‘title’ they unlocked but before he can fully inspect it he looks to see you equipped it. -Name: Y/N- -Title: Just Married-  “Like my title man? ;).” Idia freezes before his hair turns pink. “UNEQUIP THAT SH*T RIGHT NOW!” “NO WAY HAHAA!” 

-Bro ran after you in-game for an hour before giving up and honestly after looking at it a couple times more, he honestly likes the idea of you being his husband. After that expect his hair to be a light pink when playing with you and “jokingly” flirting with you. He also eventually equips the title aswell and whoever slanders it will be killed. Not only that but he’ll share his “trash items” when they’re literally the best in game.

-Once he realizes it he’ll pamper you’re ass so much. Need help with commissions? Already did them. Some guy is beating you up? Who are they because they ‘bouta get their ass whooped. He also likes flirt joking with you often and (consentually) grabbing yo male ass for fun when he’s literally head over heels for you BUT WON’T CONFESS (LIKE PLEASE DO IT FOR HIM MAN). Also every time you play with him he’ll have light pink hair and a big goofy smile to chase it. LIKE HE JUST LOVES YOU. 

-If you confess to him in game or chat he will actually stop playing games for the whole day, just thinking about it in his mind while he screams as of why he left you like that. Not only that but he’ll finally take that bath he hasn’t taken ever since he fell in love and waited for your ass to get on to play with him. If he confesses it will probably be in a nature-like area where it sets that romantic mood and is away from people. AND I SWEAR IF YOU TAKE TOO LONG TO ANSWER HIM HE WILL JUST LEAVE THE GAME FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE UNLESS YOU KNOW HIM IRL. :)

-After you reciprocate his hair will just be a whole ass rosy pink with the stupidest yet cutest smile every single time he thinks about you. LIKE HE’S SO IN LOVE WITH YOU MAN. 

Also I would write more but that’s for part 2 SO HA HA >:)

#idia x male reader #fluff #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst x male reader #mlm #x male reader #twst fluff #idia fluff

[mixedstyles]

As Long as You Are Part 5

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Author's Note: Hi! The social media blurb that goes with Part 4/5 very much goes with them. You'll notice connections between comments/photos and what goes on in this part! thank you to @stellarossii (and one of my irl friends who thought I needed translations for a book) who made sure the Italian was correct. this is less of a chapter and more of a long winded headcanon!!! Please keep that in mind

Pronouns Used: She/Her (use of y/n)

POV: Third Person.

Warnings: fluff. like so much fluff. swearing, mentions of anxiety, depersonalization, time skips/writing is all over the place. This has not been proofread for mistakes

Word Count: 5770 🤪

THIS Instagram blurb goes with this chapter! :)

Harry x musician!reader: Late Night Talking

It’s safe to say Y/N did not wake up refreshed and ready to start the day, because after she collapsed in her bed she was only able to get a couple good hours of sleep. The rest of the night consisted of her tossing and turning, thinking about the day ahead of her. Which was meeting up with Harry and Mitch. Officially. Auden was going to be there but Y/N was unsure if she would randomly disappear again which made her nervous. But part of her was also happy at the idea of hanging out with Harry.  

Y/N had two options: go to the studio and be anxious there or she could stay at her apartment and be anxious in the comfort of her own home. The latter sounded the best to her. So she climbed back into bed and set a timer for 3:30 P.M. which was when she actually had to get up and get ready.

━━━━

Direct message: harrystyles

Hey! Thank you for letting us drop in on you like thatI do apologize if it wasn’t a great time to do so Honestly I was planning on just leaving and letting you know after But right when I sent the “nice show” message Auden came and grabbed us

good morning or i guess afternoon now i will be honest with you, it wasn’t the ~best~ time BUT i am really happy i got to meet you. and mitch

He wouldn’t stop talking about your guitar and overall talent I think you have a new fan And I’m really happy I got to meet you too In person You still on for later tonight?

yep! i’m just chilling right now don’t even know what i’m going to do in the studio today so… it’ll probably be boring just a heads up

I’m the one who wanted to chill at the studio with you so don’t stress I am also amazing at bugging people so I’ll keep you on your toes This sweatshirt is really comfy by the way Might have to steal the brand for my merch

i still can’t believe that you bought my merch like will THE harry styles be walking around with my sweatshirt?

I already have And I’m pretty sure there will be proof because I saw some people taking pictures outside of the gym

you’re taking a mini two day break AND YOU GO TO THE GYM??? not to be a bitch but that is NOT icon behavior that’s psycho behavior (affectionate)

I don’t know what any of that meant I’m not well versed in the social media culture

oh my goodness. “the social media culture” YOU’RE ONLY THREE YEARS OLDER THAN ME AND YOU TALK LIKE A GRANDPA am i about to give you a lesson on social media. so you can actually be cultured?

Please do. I’ll be taking notes

when someone says something that would typically be associated with negative connotations but uses affectionate in parentheses, it’s more of a compliment than an insult. or it can be used in the sense of like “but it’s still okay” i said “that’s psycho behavior (affectionate)” meaning that although you GO TO THE GYM FOR FUN, i still respect you.

So essentially you’re saying “no offense”

uhhh yeah, i guess so? But it can be used as a compliment: one man’s trash (derogatory), is another man’s trash (affectionate)

Ugh, this is why I’m never on social media. You guys give me headaches

harry, honey, whether you like it or not, you’re a social media presence

Is “honey” affectionate or derogatory in this context?

OH MY GOSH I’M DONE WITH YOU (it was used affectionately)

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Y/N was so accustomed to calling Auden “honey” that she hadn’t realized she said it to Harry until it was too late. Should I say sorry? Is he uncomfortable? What if he thinks I’m trying to hit on him? His response didn’t indicate that I had. But we won’t allow for “possibly”.

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okay i just need to make sure that you know i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything with the honey comment. auden and i call each other that all the time

No, no, no You didn’t make me uncomfortable at all!I thought it was kind of sweet Although I’m offended because I thought I got a cute little name but it turns out you also call Auden honey 🙄

oh my gosh! you used an emoji!! harry styles used an emoji!! Although I’m offended because I thought I got a cute little name but it turns out you also call Auden honey 🙄 ↳ STOP ARE YOU SERIOUS

Yeah, why not? I’ve got Y/N merch, doesn’t that come with a nickname too?

for you? sure but i’m drawing a blank you’ve put me on the spot i can call you chouchou. mon petite chouchou. sweetheart. literally means "my little cabbage". “MES CHOUX!” “MY CABBAGES”

Okay, I kind of dig it But I do not understand that reference? My cabbages?

because of that i’m just gonna call you chou now. cabbage YOU’VE NEVER SEEN AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER???? (animated show)

Oh! The anime? Yeah, I saw like the first season but never got farther than that

Oh! The anime? ↳ oof you say that in front of certain people and they’ll throw you off of a bridge there have been discussions over whether it’s an anime or not since it aired. in like… 2005 but you need to finish it. we should watch it!! or at least i’ll force you to watch it while i’m working in the studio

Thank you for the warning because I’d rather not be thrown off a bridge I'd love to watch AvatarStart a little studio watch party?

stop i'd love that can we please?

I mean... I am the one who suggested it

okay okay okay i have to get ready now, i shall see you shortly

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Y/N threw her phone on the bed and began to run around her apartment putting on random clothes that she knew she’d be comfortable in because she was running late. She’d like to say she didn’t realize how much time she spent talking to Harry, but she did realize. In fact, she had ignored her alarm more than once and was suffering the consequences.

She sent a text to Auden making sure that she was going to be there and wasn’t going to leave her alone with Harry and Mitch again. Auden promised Y/N that leaving her alone was not her intention. Though the following message was sent with a little winky face, which could have meant multiple things. But Y/N knew Auden. She knew Auden well. Well enough to know that it was a false promise and that she had intended to leave her alone with Harry. Auden did mention this time that she couldn’t stay into the night because she had other summer classes the next day “unlike some people”.

The subway ride to the village didn’t normally feel like a long time, but that time it did. Y/N knew the only reason that everything was taking longer was because she was in a rush. She glanced at the time on her phone, worried that Harry was going to be locked outside before she could get there. 

Which was exactly what happened. 

Sprinting as fast as she could down the street, Y/N’s book bag would bounce against her back with every stride, arms were flailing, wind was aggressively smacking her in the face, and her breathing was ragged. But she got there. Even if it was a bit later than intended. 

“Hi… I’m… sorry… for… oh boy.” She was trying to get the words out between gasps. “Oh gosh. Thanks, ugh, thanks for waiting.” Y/N rested her hands against her knees in an attempt to slow down her heart rate. 

“Geeze, what were you doing? Running all the way from your apartment?”

“No,” she said offended, “I sprinted down the sidewalk. Sorry I don’t go to the gym on my free days.” Y/N joked, moving closer to Harry, nudging his arm with hers. Which earned her a small smile. “Okay, let’s get this show on the road.”

“Wow, and just like that, she’s alive again."

“Okay this show is pretty damn good.” 

“I can’t believe you’ve only ever seen the first two episodes!”

Auden had arrived around an hour after Y/N and Harry got in, and easily made herself comfortable in the small studio space, chilling next to Harry while Y/N was over at the workstation. Once Y/N had mentioned Harry hadn’t seen most of Avatar, Auden had immediately taken out her laptop and started from the very beginning of the show. Making sure Harry was watching, adding in random anecdotes throughout. 

“Did you know that the voice actor for Aang was also Pablo from The Backyardigans?” Which Harry didn’t know, and also didn’t know what or who The Backyardigans were. Which made him lose a considerable amount of “coolness points” according to Auden. 

“I told him that he’s the cabbage man. My lil homme chou.” 

“Your little homme chou?” Auden asked, a huge smirk on her face. Luckily Harry wasn’t paying attention at that point, he was too focused on “emo boy”. The name he had given Zuko. 

“A homme chou.” 

“Hmm… I think Harry’s more of a Sokka?”

“Sokka’s pretty cool.” Harry chimed in after hearing his name.

“Right? You’re Sokka and Y/N can be Suki!” 

“Auden…” Y/N warned her friend not to go any further.

“Who’s Suki?” Harry asked.

“You’ll actually get there pretty soon. I think she makes an appearance in the first season.”

“Oh cool! I’m excited.”

Mitch was unfortunately unable to attend the little studio hangout as Sarah needed help with their baby. Something Y/N didn’t want to get in the way of. "Family comes first" was the message she had told Harry to pass along to them, which he gladly did.

“Harry, it’s been great, but I do lowkey have to go. Which means I do have to take my laptop back.” Auden stood up, cracking her back in the process before leaning in to close the Netflix tab and shutting down her laptop.

“Do I not get a say in this?” Harry asked.

“What? Get a say in me leaving or you no longer having a screen to watch Avatar on?”

“... Avatar.”

“Goodness. Do you not have your own Netflix account or something? You’re rich enough to have thousands of Netflix accounts, don’t try mooching off of me.” Auden argued back in a joking way. “Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow, good luck working on… whatever you’ve been working on while Harry and I have been watching Avatar.” Auden walked the short distance to her friend before leaning over Y/N’s shoulder, looking at what she had been working on. “Wait,” Auden whispered, “is this the song you’ve been working on?” Y/N doesn’t do anything other than nod and continue to jot down lyrics in her notebook and move things around on her computer screen.

“I think I’m almost done with it, but I’m not really sure of the specifics. Like the instruments and closing. I think I want strings and piano and that’s it.” Y/N makes a few more marks in her notebook before fully turning her attention to Auden. “You said you were leaving?”

“Yeah, it’s getting a little late for me.”

“Okie, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/N stood up to give her a hug goodbye, adding an “I love you.” before Auden disappeared out the door.

“So, is it bother Y/N o’clock?” Y/N spun around in her chair and looked over to the couch Harry was stretched out on.

“Mmm not yet, I’m in the groove and I think there’s something I want to run by you in a little bit. So you continue to watch Avatar and I’m gonna try to finish this up. Sound good?”

Harry beamed and said, “Sounds wonderful.” and pulled out his phone to start watching the show.

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Around 30 minutes in, Y/N stopped because her phone kept going off due to Instagram notifications. Though she had a fanbase, Y/N was rarely ever tagged in anything, so the fact that there were multiple notifications one after the other coming in was a confusing sight. So she opened the app and looked at what was causing all of the fuss. It turned out to be the guy next to her. Not Harry himself sending her messages, but she was being tagged in photos of him in New York, at her concert, most not even of her. 

She also noticed her follower account went up by a couple thousand. Which a month ago would have been exciting, but now it just made her anxious thinking that people were following her because she had some sort of connection to Harry Styles. She looked at the recent followers, a lot being Harry fan accounts.

“Do you think people are gonna be upset?” 

“Hmmm?” Harry mumbled before looking away from the video on his phone and toward Y/N. 

“Do you think people are gonna be upset? That like, you’re hanging out with me?” she clarified. 

“I asked to visit, I decided to come, if anything happens it’s my fault.” He answered, as if it was common knowledge.

“Everyone is either talking about or asking how we know each other. I’m not sure what the deal is.” Y/N held up her phone and pointed to one of the photos she was tagged in. A photo of Harry, not her. 

He laughed a little and smirked before saying, “You’re not used to this sort of publicity, are you?”

“Harry, I literally write music from my single bedroom apartment. The most media attention I’ve gotten is when a sample I posted on TikTok went viral. So no, I am most definitely not used to this sort of attention.”

“That’s valid, but let them talk. Just tell me if they start hounding you though, I don’t want that happening. Okay?” Y/N nodded and smiled, a smile which Harry returned. “So… should we stop goofing around now? I wanted to ask you about that song you showed me earlier.”

The last time Y/N checked the clock on her phone it read: 9:47 P.M. which was right when they started to work on the song. However the next thing she knew it was past midnight.

“Holy shit. Harry, it’s fucking 1 A.M.” 

“Wait what?”

“It’s 1 A.M.” she repeated. 

“We really got in the groove didn’t we.” Which was less of a question and more of a statement as it was very clear they did ‘get in the groove‘. “Are there any 24/7 food locations near here?” Harry questioned, standing from his chair and stretching in the process. “I haven’t eaten anything in a while.”

“It’s New York City, of course there are 24/7 diners. But, I can take you to one of the best 24/7 bodegas close to here. Plus, I haven’t seen Tony in a hot minute.” 

“Tony?”

“I’ll tell you on the way there. Do you have cash with you?”

“What? No, why?” Harry asked, confused at her sudden excitement.

“Geeze,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes before getting out her wallet and smacking a $5 bill into his chest. “I thought famous rich people always carried around wads of cash with them” Y/N’s hand was still holding the money to Harry’s chest, waiting for him to take it. Which he didn’t. “Harry, take the money, there’s a card minimum at most bodegas, you’ll need cash.” she explained.

“Hmph,” he grumbled, taking the money from her hand.

“Thank you, now let’s go.” she said, dragging him by the sleeve out of the studio.

On the way over, Y/N explained that the bodega they were going to was called Colucci’s Deli and Grocery, but the “locals” (mostly students) just called it Tony’s. Antonio Colucci, Y/N described, was an old time worn Italian immigrant who was always making jokes and chatting with anyone, and everyone, who walked through the doors. He had unofficially become the grandfather to the NYU students who passed by, making sure they were okay, asking them about their classes, about their life, about their families. “It might seem funny, okay? But he truly cares about us”. She explained further that he let his favorites (making it clear that she was one of them) have packages delivered to the store for safekeeping, and even knew what frequent customers got to eat. And before he cou deven ask any question they were already at the store. Y/N quickly walked ahead of Harry and opened the door which let out a faint ring as she stepped through the threshold.

“Tony?” Y/N shouted immediately, as if barging into a bodega at 1 A.M. was a common occurrence for her.

“Y/N, stop, people are going to–” and before Harry could even finish his sentence, a deep Italian accented voice replied to her yell.

“Is that my Y/N L/N?” from the back room stepped a man exactly like Y/N described. He was on the shorter side with deeply tanned skin, a small grey mustache above his lip, and matching grey hair on his head. He was wearing an apron that Harry assumed was once white but was now covered in a smattering of different colored stains. 

Tony moved out from behind the counter, shuffling as quickly as his old age could carry him before stopping in front of Y/N. He rested his hands on her shoulders and smiled as if he really was her grandfather. One who hadn’t seen his granddaughter in far too long. The creases at the corners of his eyes became more prominent, making it clear that his happiness was indeed genuine.

“Le cose belle arrivano quando non le cerchi,” —the beautiful things that come when you don’t look for them— “and I was not looking. Because she came through that door and I didn’t even see.” Tony said, glancing at Harry, then to Y/N, then back at Harry, smiling like he knew something they didn’t. But Y/N knew what he was implying.

“Basta, basta” —stop, stop— “about both things, Tony.” Y/N laughed. “You’re too kind to me. And we’re not together. This is Harry, he’s just a friend who was nice enough to visit me.” she patted Harry on his arm.

“Vedremo…” —we’ll see— Antonio looked at Harry once more before turning his attention back to Y/N. “So, why are you here so late? More music?”

“Isn’t it always? We got a little carried away and didn’t realize the time. We’re here for some food and then we’ll get out of your hair.” Y/N smiled at the old man who waved his hands frantically as if she had said something ridiculous. 

“No, no, no. You never bother. Mi piace vederti,” —I enjoy seeing you— Tony leaned closer to Y/N and whispered, “don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favorite. La mia bellissima nipote.” —my beautiful granddaughter— a wide smile covered Y/N’s face and she looked back at Harry as if to say “I told you so”. 

And she was right. Not that Harry would have said it to her face, but he initially thought that she was exaggerating how much Tony cared for those who passed through his store. But from the time Harry spent in Italy he understood what was being said, and there was no doubt in his mind that Tony saw Y/N as a granddaughter.

When she turned back to continue talking to Tony, Harry realized that he hadn’t witnessed an interaction like that in far too long. At least one he was lucky to be a part of. And it made him so glad he stayed a couple extra days. 

The casualness of everything Y/N did, the subtle comfort in her demeanor that made everyone enjoy her presence, and the fact that she was straight-up kind. Y/N didn’t say anything more than his name to Tony, she didn’t post about him, she didn’t ask for anything. She was normal and she was nice and she was something Harry didn’t realize he was longing for until it was right there, she was right there. Harry didn’t know what kind of longing it was, whether platonic or something more, it didn’t matter. What he did know was he did not want to lose whatever kind of relationship was being built there, in that moment, in that bodega with the small Italian grandpa and the girl who shoved a five dollar bill into Harry’s chest. 

“Harry?” a small voice pulled him away from his thoughts.

“Hmm?” he looked over to where Y/N stood, she had moved over to the counter which Tony was then behind. 

“I already ordered mine, what would you like?” Harry drifted closer to Y/N, and took a peek at the sandwich in her hand.

“Whatever you’re having looks good.” 

Y/N nodded and smiled before saying, “He’ll have The Classic!”

After Tony finished making their sandwiches and said their goodbyes, Harry noticed that there were a few other late-night shoppers in the store with them; something he hadn’t noticed before as he was too entertained by the interactions between Y/N and Tony.

“So,” Harry started, “you speak Italian?”

“Mmm… sure, we’ll say I do.”

Harry chuckled, “that’s kind of cryptic.” 

“Well maybe it’s so you’ll never know how much Italian I understand. You speak Italian right? Like you were there for a while?” Harry nodded in response. “Maybe I’m not telling you how much I understand so if you think I know less than I actually do and you shit-talk me to someone in Italian, I’ll know what you said.” After she finished her dramatics, Y/N turned to Harry, walking backwards to face him and smirked.

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“And yet,” she said, “you’re here with me.” 

And frankly, Harry didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Should we do this again tomorrow?” Harry asked, as if they didn’t have plans to do the same thing again.

“I like the sound of that.” Y/N said, going along with the joke. 

“Do you want me to walk you back?” Harry asked and Y/N’s heart melted. 

“I’ll be okay, it’s a subway ride away and then you’d have to go back to wherever you’re staying. I don’t want to do that to you.” 

“Well I have a car picking me up—”

“Oh he’s Mr. Fancy,” Y/N cut in and Harry glared at her before smiling.

“As I was saying, there’s a car picking me up to bring me back to the hotel we’re staying at. I’m more than happy to bring you back to your apartment. I just want to make sure you arrive safely.”

“Are you insisting?” she asked.

“If I insist, is that the only way that you’re going to go?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then yes, I am insisting you let me take you back home.” as much as Harry wanted to stay up with Y/N, he knew they both needed sleep and he’d see her again anyway. He wouldn’t say it, because he didn’t want to seem creepy, but he wanted to spend as much time getting to know her in person as he could. He’d be away for a while and the only time he knew he would be back in New York wasn’t for a while.

“Then let’s go, homme chou.”

That night Y/N went to bed with a huge smile on her face, and nothing was able to wipe it away.

The night passed quickly, too quickly for Y/N’s liking, but it meant that it was Monday. And Monday meant teaching, and on this particular Monday it also meant hanging out with Harry again. 

Teaching went by quickly and smoothly, although this time Auden would look at Y/N and wiggle her eyebrows and point to her phone. Which was Auden clearly trying to distract Y/N with the fact they were seeing Harry two days in a row.

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Direct Message: harrystyles

Hey, I'm stopping by one of those cold pressed juice places. Did you or Auden want anything?

i'll take one whatever you're having :) auden said "as much as I’d love for Harry Styles to hand deliver a drink to me, a cold pressed green drink is not one that I want” so that sounds like a no from her is mitch coming this time?

Wow, there really is no love for me is there? I text you to see if you want a drink and all I get back is "Is MItcH CoMiNG?" Really feeling the love Y/N And no he's not, the baby is sick

did you just do the spongebob mocking meme at me??? noooo not the little jones-rowland baby

So what if I did?

you didn't know (affectionate) but you know that spongebob meme? who ARE you? and what did you do to the cabbage man?

I looked up memes when I got back to the hotel, okay?? Most of the articles were like "memes your kids are probably referencing" and "how to keep up with gen-z references"

STOP THAT IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT I'VE EVER READ "Breaking News: Harry Styles Does Research on Gen-Z Memes" "i'm sorry but the old harry can't come to the phone right now. why? oh, 'cause he's dead" I CAN'T stop this is amazing

Are you judging me??? I will spit in your green drink

ew ew ew okay never mind proud of you for doing your "history of memes" homework does this mean i can stop explaining viral videos and trends to you? old man.

... ...

harry? wow, he's so old he might have just collapsed and passed away on the sidewalk

So impatient Goodness old man. ↳ I am only three years older than you. If I'm old you're also old I'm here by the way You have two minutes to get down here before I actually spit in your drink

🏃🏻‍♀️💨

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Even though Auden said she didn't want a green drink she continued asking for a sip of Y/N's until she caved just so her friend would shut up. If Y/N had to explain how Auden's taste test went, she'd just open YouTube and search Brittany Broski's kombucha reaction. Because that was exactly how Auden reacted to the juice. And then she collected all of her things and ran off to the bathroom, texting Y/N to tell Harry she had to go meet up with some classmates for a project. And to NOT mention that the green drink didn’t sit well with her.

It had been around 15 minutes since Auden left and Y/N was silent, the green drink long finished and as was her ability to focus on the song in front of her. She was moving the dials up and down on the workstation absentmindedly, too focused on thinking about how much her life had changed in so little time.

Y/N was silent once again, she moved the dials up and down on the workstation, not paying attention to what she was doing, “Do you ever feel that like, you’re not really there?” she asked. 

Harry’s soft strumming of Y/N’s guitar suddenly stopped and a voice cut through the momentary silence, “What do you mean?” 

“Like, you’re living your life, right? But you’re also barely there?”

“Explain.”

“No, sorry. I don’t want to get all personal or anything, that’s not what you came here for. So, what I like to do for the melody is add in—”

“No,” he cut off, “I’m interested in what you were saying.”

“You sure?

“Of course, go on.”

“Okay… So like, sometimes it happens on stage, where you’re just not really knowing what’s happening. And the only reason you’re able to finish a show is because it’s become muscle memory? Or there are conversations you can’t remember, because… when you were having them, your mind was, I guess, just trying to make it to the next sentence. Just trying to carry on without anyone noticing how you’re attempting to pull off “fine”. And maybe it’s believable, but if it’s not… I guess it’s more fun for people to ignore it. I guess you’re more enjoyable when you laugh a lot. Even if it’s not real.”

“Woah…”

“Ugh, I’m so sorry,” Y/N put her hands out in front of her and waved them, like doing so could rewind time and take back the last minute. “I was just starting to feel that way. And sometimes, I guess, it helps to talk about it?” Harry sat there, listening, not wanting to interrupt her rambling, “Normally I talk to Auden, but she’s not here and I didn’t want to seem rude to just step out and call her. This whole experience is just so… it’s so weird to me. You’re this incredibly famous musician, and I can’t believe you’re here. Like, in front of me. A literal… arms length away.” Y/N finished. She sunk into her chair and spun away from him, hands covering her face.

“Thank you.” Harry responded. He moved closer and stretched his arms towards Y/N. He then took the side of her chair and rotated it so she’s facing him again. 

Opening her hands to peek through Y/N asked, “What?” 

“Thank you for sharing that. I’m not sure I totally understand what that feels like, but some of it I could definitely relate to.”

“Oh…”

“If we’re getting personal, thank you for treating me like a regular person. I know that might be cliché, but sometimes it’s hard to meet new people who actually talk to you like you’re a friend or someone new they were just introduced to. There’s none of that awkwardness… of them feeling they have to put on a façade in order to seem “cooler” or as if they’re trying to get on your good side.

“Like, I’m just some random guy who got famous, sometimes I’m not even sure I deserve it. It’s hard sometimes, being able to like, connect with others. I dunno if they’re going to go tell my secrets if I get close to them or just use me. Which I know is kind of shitty to think. I dunno…” he trailed off. 

“Is it my turn to say thank you now? Are we in a group therapy session?”

“Oh shut up,” he laughed, “you’re the one who started it.”

“I’m just saying!” she threw her hands in the air signaling her surrender. Y/N leaned back in her chair, and spoke again, “But I actually mean it, thank you for sharing. Also, that wasn’t very kind to yourself Mr ‘you deserve the space you’ve created in this industry’ was it?” Y/N narrowed her eyes, looking at Harry in mock irritation.

“You can’t use my words against me!”

“Says who? The referees of rebuttals?”

“I dunno… I’m sure there’s an instruction manual somewhere that talks about arguments between friends.” Harry said, pulling out his phone to see if there was such a thing. 

“Wait… are we friends?” Y/N sat up straighter in her chair, a huge smile taking over her face. 

Harry turned his attention to the girl in front of him before he spoke, “I thought that was clear when I continued to talk to you for the past like, two weeks and then followed you to a random 24/7 bodega at 1 A.M.”

“How was I supposed to know that?” She asked incredulously, voice raising. “You never said anything!”

“Well I just assumed!” He said laughing, his voice level matching hers. “Do you normally take people who aren’t your friends to random-ass bodegas?”

“Well… no, but—”

“See!” Harry pointed out.

“And Tony’s is not a random-ass bodega,” she shouted. 

“Oh my goodness.” Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of everything. “I’m kind of sad that I have to leave.” Harry finally admitted out loud.

“Really?” Y/N’s heart rate began to pick up.

“Yeah, I’ve had a wonderful time. This has truly been entertaining and an overall great experience. I’ll have to bug you whenever I’m back in New York.” Harry looked at Y/N. Actually looked at her this time. Taking in her features, her eye color, the way her hair was styled and the other minute details that made her, her.

“Well, you can bother me whenever. You don’t have to limit your presence to just NYC.” Her heart rate wasn’t slowing down, if anything it was speeding up.

He was right there. So close. His hand was still near the arm rest and if she spun her chair just a bit more to the right her knee would bump into his. But she didn’t want to move, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling or if he was thinking the same things. Frankly, she wasn’t sure what she was thinking. Was she starting to have feelings for him? No, that couldn’t be. She was herself and he was Harry. And even if he did feel whatever she was feeling, he was going back to the UK and would be there for a while. They would only have a phone to connect them.

“Hey?” Y/N’s vision came back into focus and she noticed she was looking past him at the wall instead. “You okay?” all she did was nod, which was apparently unconvincing as he asked a follow up question, “What’s going through your head?”

“I dunno,” Y/N deflated and put her face in her hands, steadying her elbows on her knees. “This whole thing has been so weird. You’re going back to the UK and I feel, I guess, guilty for wanting you to stay longer?” a hand rested against her back, gently pulling her forward until her forehead rested on Harry’s chest, his hand carefully making comforting circular motions as if to say “it’s okay”.

Harry rested his head against the top of hers, mumbling, “I wish I could stay longer too. But when I come back we’ll record that song, okay?” just loud enough for her to hear it.

“Okay.”

“Do you want me to drive you back to your apartment again?”

“Can we just stay like this for a moment? I think I’m too comfortable to get out of this position.” A laugh reverberated through Harry’s chest, which was an answer in and of itself.

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If you got this far, that last conversation was HEAVILY inspired by GIA Margaret’s song ‘barely there’. I took her lyrics and mixed them in with that conversation which will make sense later down the line. I am not claiming that as my own.

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[peterpparkrr]

rocking around the christmas tree

peterpparkrr’s 12 days of holiday drabbles

4. Christmas Tree + Frankie Morales

Summary: Flirting with the Christmas tree salesman.

A/N: IRL please never invite a strange man into your house even if he’s frankie morales levels of hot, okay? Okay. 

“Hey,” A man greets you as you make your way up the snow-packed path to the grove of Christmas trees.

“Hi,” You reply breathlessly as you shove your hands into your pockets.

The man in front of you studies you curiously from underneath his baseball cap.

“What can I help you find?” He asks.

“Um, well, I’m looking for a tree,” You blurt out before you realize that is the one thing you don’t need to say.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” He replies with a broad smile, kindly refraining from laughing in your face.

“What kind of tree do you like? Fir? Pine? Spruce?” He asks as he scans the lot, allowing you to take inventory of the different rows of trees around you, all with varying signs above them designating their categories.

“Um….” You stall as you look around a little helplessly. Would it be rude to tell the nice Christmas tree salesman that they all look the same?

“Let’s look around and you can tell me what you like,” He says.

You nod gratefully before he leads you through the rows of trees.

“Oh, these are nice,” You say as you take in a row of trees with short needles and the perfect smell.

“Fraser Fir, good choice,” He tells you. “It’s the most popular type of tree, good fragrance, not too sappy, retains its needles.”

“It looks like the type that my parents always had,” You tell him softly. “This is the first Christmas that I can’t make it home for the holidays. It’s why I wanted to buy my own Christmas tree for the first time.”

 “I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“Frankie,” He replies. “Most people don’t know much about trees, it’s refreshing to meet someone who’s honest about it. I couldn’t tell you how many couples come to buy their first tree and the guy will walk around like he’s an expert, spouting absolute BS at his girlfriend the entire time. Not to mention the couples who just fight the whole time.”

You giggle. You could remember a few trips to buy trees when you were a kid where your mom and dad would get snippy with each other. Mom always wanted to keep looking to make sure there weren’t any other trees she liked better than the one she’d found and liked.

“How big do you want it? Do you have someone who can help you unload this when you get home?” Frankie asks. “A…uh… boyfriend or husband?”

“Oh, no, no husband,” You tell him quickly. “Or boyfriend, or…anything like that,” you add with a sheepish smile.

“Good to know,” He replies as he rubs the back of his neck. Grinning at you.

“Um, I like this one,” You offer as you point to the tree you’d noticed a few steps back. It was full and well-shaped. There was one little branch sticking out of the bottom that pointed in a weird direction but you thought that gave the whole tree character. 

“It’s a bit big, can you lift it on your own?” He asks as he hoists it up from where it’s leaning.

You walk over and reach your be-mitten hand into the tree to grab ahold of it. When Frankie lets go on the other side the tree sways dangerously away from you but you manage to keep it upright with a little arm strength. 

“It’s a bit heavy,” You admit as Frankie reaches out to grab it again. “Would…” You start to ask before you realize you’re probably asking way too much of a man who’s already been uncommonly kind to you today. “You probably don’t do house calls, do you?”

“I close up at 8, I could stop by and help you get it set up after that,” Frankie tells you.

“That would be perfect,” You reply, your face breaking out into a wide grin. You strip one of your mittens off and start rooting around in your coat pocket to find your wallet. “Seriously, you don’t have to I just…”

“This is your tree,” Frankie replies. “Trust me, I get it. And it’s no problem at all.”

“I’ll pull up my car,” You tell him with a smile as you press the money for the tree into his hand, trying to ignore the tingle that shoots up your arm as your hand comes in contact with his warm, calloused palm. 

“I’ll bale it and meet you by the sidewalk,” He replies as he hoists the tree up. 

You wrote your address down on an old receipt for Frankie while you tried not to marvel at how he made strapping the tree to the roof of your car look easy. And completely shut down any mental images of what else he might be able to do with that sort of strength.

You’d been trying to stay busy all night in an effort to keep yourself from standing by the window waiting for Frankie. 

When the doorbell rang you raced out of the kitchen, smoothing your hands over your hair before you opened the door to see Frankie standing on your doorstep with your tree.

“Oh! I could have helped you get it off the car!” You reply as you open the door wider to let him carry the tree into your house.

“That’s alright,” Frankie replies.

“I have the tree stand set up in the living room,” You tell him as you step around him to lead him through the entry and into the living room.

You help Frankie ensure the tree gets into the stand and then help him keep it straight as he gets locked in.

“Thank you so much,” You tell him as you both stand to admire the tree. Even without lights or decorations, you love it. “It looks amazing.” 

“No problem,” He replies humbly.

“Will fifty cover it?” You ask as you head over to where your purse is on the counter.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” He says as he shakes his head.

“Please, I made you come all this way to work after you spent all day working outside in the cold,” You argue.

“Seriously, it was no problem,” He shuts you down. Making it clear that he’s not going to take any money for that.

“Okay,” You acquiesce. “Can I at least offer you a drink?” You offer with a shy smile. Not quite ready for whatever this is to end.

“Sure,” He replies. 

“Feel free to sit anywhere,” You tell him as you head towards the kitchen. “Any preferences?”

“I’ll take whatever you’ve got,” Frankie replies.

“I figured you’re probably a beer drinker,” You tell him when you reappear and brandish a beer bottle in his direction, your own in your other hand. 

“What gave it away?”

“I don’t know, I guess your rugged good looks,” You tease as you take a sip of your drink feeling like you can openly flirt with him now that he’s off the clock. 

“Well, I didn’t expect you to,” He admits. “Be a beer drinker, I mean.”

“And why’s that?” You ask curiously.

“Beautiful women who don’t know anything about Christmas trees usually don’t drink craft beer,” He offers with a shrug. “At least in my experience.”

“And do you pick up a lot of those women with your handsome Christmas tree salesmen shtick?”

“Not really, usually, they just use me to put up their tree and kick me to the curb,” He jokes. 

“How many houses calls do you usually do?”

“None,” Frankie replies quickly. “Well, just for one really pretty girl who I desperately wanted to see again.” 

“Ah,” You murmur as your cheeks heat with the realization and relief that you weren’t imagining the connection between you. “Well do you think you’d go out with her? If she asked you on a date when you weren’t working?”

“Definitely,” He replies with a smirk. 

Maybe spending the holidays in town wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#12 days of holiday drabbles #peterpparkrr's holiday drabbles #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fanfic #frankie morales drabble #frankie morales reader insert

[multifairyus]

Spicy Brelwyn Playlist Update

Tl;dr—What should the Playlist name be?

Disclaimers:

1. Idk how to make a post Mature/Explicit so uuhhh if you’re too young for this then like…don’t engage. If you’re a minor, I’d appreciate if you took a back seat in this discussion please and thank you!

2. I personally headcannon the whole “Early College” thing in Legendborn as just normal college. Sexy situations aside I think aging up the characters it solves plot contrivances and makes things simpler where the more complicated option isn’t terribly interesting. As such, the relationship discussed between Briana and Selwyn is between two adults. Moreover, while Sel’s demonia makes an ~appearance~ and influence, this playlist is meant to be conceptualized without the looming threat of him descending into demonia and subsequent blurring of the lines between “safe, sane, and consensual”, as is in Demonia’s Descent. So like…in my headcannon/playlist AU, the power of love makes Sel better at edging his demon? Yeah. Yeah? Sure.

…look, I’m not here to make this shit actually make sense with the plot. That’s for the lovely theorists, fix-it/alt POV fic writers and resource gathering fandom members’ forte. I’m here to provide the official soundtrack of Legendborn smut for those of us on the front lines when there was under 100 fics total on AO3 and for the new fans that will come when Book 3 is released. I do have an aspiration to take undue credit for one of playlist songs ending up in the Legendborn TV show—oh y’all couldn’t tell me NOTHINGGG. If nothing else, I just want people to enjoy and create fan works to the playlists, cuz this is my own kind of fan work 😊

Image from OpenMeDesigns

Aight now let’s get INTO ITTTTT

So, Of Our Own Volition had Brelwyn making love for the first time. The earliest one could theorize it happening (with a non heteronormative definition of sex) could be Into Orbit…tho personally? It’s when The Line was clearly crossed in Virgo’s Scorpio’s Groove. Immediately followed by Sel having a damn religious ascension with Submerge: Until We Become the Sun. We get some afterglow and end on a flirty, playful, even experimental note with We Might Even Be Falling In Love (feat. Bryson Tiller for my Spotify peeps). It’s all very saccharine and tender and sweet and I love it…

This is not that playlist. They are grown and fucking fucking now. We are getting explicit. We are getting kinky. I allowed myself like one and a halfish toxic song in this playlist, since there’s more than enough excellent but SUPER TOXIC relationship songs for the TLC trio, regardless if you’re OT3 endgame or Brelwyn endgame. …A Toxic OT3 playlist will come in due time, with my softboi hours (Brickel? Nickee? Brick?) Brick Playlist along side it as a palette cleanser.

But now? I want input for what a grown and sexy playlist would be for these two!I like wording and terminology from the book—“Everything in Between” isn’t bad but feels too wordy? I’m open to phrases from fics too, especially from who have published excellent Brelwyn smut already—you know who you are (because I tagged you cuz y’all’s work deserves more hype @sweetestblacktea @justbrainrot @thoughtfulbearpanda @ficnoire2 )

I will crowdsource opinions on kinks our lovely couple is into, giving or receiving, in the comments. For scientific reasons, of course. I’m a chemist irl, and I know chemistry when I see it! 👩🏾‍🔬🥵👌🏾😩

Onto my specific thoughts I think may be helpful to answer my query!

~*~*~*~*~*~

I think I wanna have transition songs like the instrumental tracks in O3V and DD. But my searches for “sexy violin” are not giving what I need it to.

An idea I have is to instead have shifts be denoted by a lil “Demonia Dip” as I call it. Not full on Act V of DD bad but like, compared to the rest of the playlist you’d be like “oh yeah it’s that bastard again” we’re talking For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert and a reappearance of Tonight You are Mine by the Technicolors.

This is an R&B slowjams playlist for our protagonist and King Bree first and foremost… but Sel IS a white boy with THAT kinda playlist for his deepest, darkest desires…it’s only fair the cambion brain gets a few tracks, if only to signal “oh we are NASTY nasty now huh—“ Plus I let the white boy freak flag fly by starting off O3V with Sweater Weather. He can have a dip or two. As a treat.

Track Teasers (in no particular order)

F.U.C.K., Victoria Monet

Earned It, The Wknd (Often and Lost in the Fire are going to the top of Toxic playlist because I couldn’t add them in good faith with content or language I disapprove of in it 🥴 but the Wknd couldn’t NOT be in here)

Speechless, Buddy

Skin, Rihanna

A Muse, dvsn

Rope Burn, Janet Jackson

Teehee this is gonna be fun y’all 💖

Kthxbai

-Fairy

#brelwyn #breesel #selbree #bree x sel #BreexSel #sel x bree #selxbree #Legendborn #bloodmarked #otp playlist #story playlist #multifairyus #the legendborn cycle #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanart

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Written In 2022 (2) Masterlist

part one

all of these small things (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: It’s Dan’s first day back from his American tour, and Phil can’t believe how much he’s missed him.

a party full of everyone you know (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: It has caught Dan off guard - how happy they all are that he's here, that he accepted that offhand suggestion Cornelia made that since Dan would still be in London and the girls from IRL were already going - well, she'd said, wouldn't it just make sense.

A Perfect Pair (ao3) - husbants

Summary: Dan, a struggling actor who works retail by day, and Phil, an ex-YouTuber-turned-porn-star, end up matched together on the new reality show, Perfect Pair.

broken bones heal when you set them right (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan goes to see his mum after his birthday.

Dan’s First Day (ao3) - Jinny12912

Summary: Dan wakes up late for his first day working as a lifeguard and doesn’t get the chance to use the bathroom before he’s on deck.

Decisions (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Otherwise known as “I know we don’t know each other but my awful ex is here and I’m scared, please just pretend I’m your boyfriend.” And then more stuff happens that’s sweet

in a cosmic spray (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Dan likes to think that he’s got therapy down to a science, and yet sometimes he still finds himself here.

kiss me just to kiss me (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil knows it’s serious. He knows he’s serious about Dan in that way he gets about people because he is so painfully afraid of messing things up. Dan came all this way just to see him, but he didn’t come all this way just to see him, and the least Phil can do is show him a good time.

Looking After You (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: A few weeks before he's due to go on tour, Dan gets sick. Luckily, his boyfriend is there to help make him feel better, even when Dan doesn't make it easy for him.

Love, Becky (ao3) - husbants

Summary: At a We’re All Doomed pre-show Q&A, Dan gets a question about his old characters Becky and Jessica.

He has a dream about them. And sometimes dreams inspire in peculiar ways.

Momentary Bliss(x2) (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: The only thing that really helps Phil’s head is an orgasm. But. Phil is lazy.

Revolving Door (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Phil really doesn’t want to think about what Dan said. He really would like to leave, and take this strangled feeling elsewhere. But he can’t stop listening to Dan’s song.

security! (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan comes home to Phil after tour rehearsals. They cook, kiss and banter. And Dan reflects on the word "security".

See The World, Watch It Spin (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: YouTube isn’t responding.

To Dwell on Dreams (ao3) - carltzmann

Summary: "Taking in the whole image, though, it hardly hurt. Watching this perfect version of himself smile and wave and talk to his friends, bathing in success and appreciation, Dan suddenly started to believe that maybe all that was possible, even with the confirmation of a terrifying secret."

Dan and Phil meet at the Mirror of Erised.

Vacation Buddies (ao3) - larryisrealaf

Summary: Both couples have broke up but the trip is non- refundable. Can it still work? Will the relationships suffer or will it work out?

We Could Never (ao3) - danielshands

Summary: Dan navigates the world while also contemplating coming out.

well, what if? (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: its two days before dan flies off to start the american leg of his tour and phil is having Some Feelings

we never change (ao3) - nivi_chip

Summary: different decade same laundry problems

won't you help me sober up (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan finds himself at a party that he most definitely shouldn't be at, but he also finds himself being reuniting with an old friend.

you’re somewhere breathing (ao3) - vvuptic

Summary: Guilt tastes like communion wine and cigarette smoke. Dan doesn’t taste it as much anymore. Until he does.

Or, Dan ponders existentialism and the passage of time.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #2022fics #2022fics masterlist

[merskrat]

To everyone who has contributed to Backbone,

I will be starting to print in a couple days, just waiting on a few more pieces from members of my irl group. I will post here when it’s up on the Etsy shop, along with the link to get there. If you contributed, please remind me to send you your free copy if you want one. It’s hard for me to keep track of all the messages I have from people on various social media, so if you do want your copy you need to let me know! (Just posting this because someone got pissy in the past for me not following up with her lol).

Thank you so much for all of the wonderful contributions. Each edition ends up being better than the last! I’m so grateful for everyone who has made this zine possible. Keep your eyes on our shop for our new t-shirt designs, coming soon!

Here is a link to our shop if anyone wanted to check out our past editions. Backbone #1 is more of an educational tool on basic radfem principles, so if you already know a lot I suggest starting with a different one, or getting that one to gift to a friend you’re trying to radicalize, lol. Backbone #5 is my personal favorite.

#radical feminism #radfem #feminism #radicalfeminism #radical feminist #zine #radfems do touch #backbone #backbone zine #radfem zine

[aclowntiny]

Fluff anon, here. Yay, I’m happy to be your first anon! I can’t tell you how happy and grateful I am that you’re not going to do smut or angst. I’ve had to unfollow some authors because they started out doing the fluffy fluff with maybe a pinch of spice (I’m not adverse to some spice), but then went down the smut hole or started doing super angsty angst that was frankly triggering on so manly levels. That can be other people’s bag of yippee, but it’s definitely not mine.

The fact that you write for ATEEZ, Seventeen, and Enhyphen makes me so giddy with happiness, I can’t control my giggles. Please keep doing what you’re doing (at your own pace, of course), and I hope you have a fantabulous day/night!

~ 🧸

“Yes! OMGoodness, YES!!! Please, please, please write for Stray Kids!!! 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼”

First of all I love the teddy emoji 🧸 so cute!!! 🥺 welcome Teddy!!! 💕

Same here, I really hate sad stuff unless it has an ok ending but to me I’m already very emotional & I don’t understand wanting to feel a negative emotion on purpose!!! Fiction is an escape from life’s BS not more heartbreak 💀😂 I don’t want to get rejected/dumped/worse in fic like I’ve experienced those things enough irl & moved past it 💁🏻‍♀️

& I’m picky about smut/not into a lot of tumblr’s kinks/a whole v card so I get that on the hardcore smut too! I’ve read some but quite a bit of it makes me uncomfortable & I don’t know how to write it 😅 I’ll only go for very suggestive here, like I have one coming up that involves that but doesn’t describe it & that’s enough for me lmao. Use you’re imagination y’all you get to do whatever you want before my writing takes over😂 there’s definitely some smut pieces on here I’ve really enjoyed, so no shade to those writers but it’s like the angst, just not my specialty! Plus in one of my biggest fandoms my bias is by far the least smutted so it’s hard to even find good works for him not me admitting I try

It makes me so happy to hear that things I make are making others happy too 🥰 it’s motivating to keep going & make more things that hopefully you’ll love!!! I got a couple takers on the Stray Kids works, so that’ll make its way into my drafts soon! Since I have a buffer, it may be in a while, but it’s just good to know some of y’all wanna read it! I love them hehe & have for a few years now!

Oh btw Teddy, who are your biases from each group if you have any? 😉

#ateez #ateez imagines #seventeen #seventeen imagines #stray kids #stray kids imagines #enhypen #enhypen imagines #ask #anon #🧸 anon #yay my first emoji friend 🥳🥳🥳🥰🥰🥰

[occasionaloneshots]

This is a hot take, I know it is, but I think that Mileven and Byler are both bad ships. And I know it’s not that big a deal on what 14 year olds from the eighties you ship on the internet, I’ve seen arguments for both sides so I think I have the right to put my opinions out there too. For a warning, this will touch on Will’s abuse from his father and homophobia(including brief mention of the AIDS epidemic and mentions of irl child abuse) and if those upset you, you don’t have to read this. Technically you don’t have to read it at all. Just ya know, please remember these are fictional characters and if this post makes you angry you can just ignore it.

Okay, starting with Mileven as it is canon as of episode 4/7. I think having Eleven in a relationship, especially with the person who found her in the woods doesn’t really do her justice. Brenner was purposely keeping these kids uneducated so they don’t learn to work against him. These kids (especially El) are purposely emotionally stunted and on a different mental level than kids their own age. It’s to keep them from learning what’s happening to them is wrong, they’re mentally much younger than they physically are, which when you’re building a weapon like Brenner was it works but when you’re looking for a girlfriend, going for someone who is extremely less mature is questionable. And sure she’s been getting more educated but she’s still behind all of her peers, Eleven is trying to grow up to her own age and while she’s getting there she’s not there yet. To have Eleven trying to understand romantic relationships when friendships are still blurry to her is a disservice. And Mike is the opposite, he’s trying to grow up too fast. Which is something a lot of teenagers go through, while not the best they do, but someone who is mentally younger with someone who is trying to grow up to fast doesn’t work. It’s gonna lead to fights (like ones we’ve already seen) because they’re going have more miscommunication problems as they aren’t on the same level with communication.

And besides that, Mike isn’t a very good boyfriend. He’s controlling, and you can call it protective if that makes it better for you but Eleven knows her powers better than Mike does. And through all of season 3, he’s in an argument with everyone over Eleven’s powers when she thinks she can handle it. On top of that, the day Dustin gets home he’s dragging her away from the group early to go make out, something that he knows is rude and knows that she probably doesn’t. It a thing we only physically see once but I doubt it’s only happened once. And sure teenage couples are going to run away to make out but that’s the day one of his “best friends” got home, it’s disrespectful. And on disrespect he obviously doesn’t respect Hopper, and once again sure teenagers are going to find time to make out and that means sneaking around. But if someone’s parent is in front of you trying to talk civilly and you’re distracting them and purposely ruining their moment, it’s disrespectful and there’s no way Mike didn’t know he was being disrespectful, and that’s a red flag. Also (season 4 spoiler) Mike won’t say “I love you” to El, he won’t even write it and at this point they’ve been together (if a touch on and off from that one point last summer) the better half of a year? Possibly a full year? That’s really sketchy behavior, even if he’s hinted at it he hasn’t said it, which obvious bothers Eleven as it would most people. And sure you could argue that his parents definitely don’t love each other he’s probably never seen a couple say it but he’s been around other couples than his parents so even then it feels more like a cheap excuse for it. What I’m saying is that I think Mike is a bad boyfriend to and for Eleven and honestly I don’t think El should even be in a relationship yet.

Now for Byler, this is going to be really controversial and I know that. And let me start with saying I’m not against Gay characters and ships in Stranger things, Robin’s coming out scene is in my top three scenes of the whole show, but from everything I’ve seen Robin’s coming out scene was written by Maya and not the actual show writers. I’m hay myself, I’ll actively seek out shows that I’ve been told has canon gay rep, but I think to make Will gay is really cheap writing based off a stereotype. Up until season three the main thing people had to back their head canons of gay Will was his father’s abuse and his bullying. In which people called him slurs because he’d rather get a 100 pack of crayons for his birthday instead of a new catchers mitt. Things like that have lead to real child abuse, like real deaths of children, and I think to create a character based off of that stereotype, for stereotypes like that to be big in gay representation, is cheap writing and also kinda dangerous. And of course that’s a real thing that happens to people and stereotypes do come from somewhere, but that doesn’t mean that the stereotype should be grabbed everytime it’s on the shelf. Also, to use something an abuser did to prove your theories will always rub me the wrong way even if it later turns out to be canon. Of course there’s a line in season three, we all know “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls” but Finn has said in an interview that the original line had “yet” tacked on the end and they took it off because it didn’t fit the argument as well. And even then, Will had just went through being kidnapped by another dimension and used as a vessel for the mind flayer, he’s allowed to not want a relationship and to want to make up the childhood he lost. And of course it seems that the writers are going that route and I can’t stop that but it just sucks to see the cheap use of a stereotype when they handled Robin so well. And when it comes to being Gay in the eighties especially as a teenage boy it becomes really dangerous for him which they touch on how dangerous it would be for Robin but for men it would have been worse as gay men were being blamed for the AIDS Epidemic. The bullying Will faces would be double Eleven’s if his school found out so Byler would forever be in the shadows of Mileven because they’d never get public scenes in the way that El and Mike can. To me Will being gay almost feels like fan service, like the Destiel SuperHell situation.

But to move past the homophobia and how I think gay Will simply isn’t handled by the writers well. Mike is a really bad friend to Will after season 2. Like all that matters to Mike is Eleven, that’s it. When Will is just trying to play one single game of D&D Mike is telling Will to grow up but (again spoiler) Mike can miss Lucas’s championship game to play D&D with a guy he met that year? And sure Mike is worried about Eleven breaking up with him but is it really that hard to actually give Will something? Then (mainly a season 4 conversation from this point) Mike complains that Will has been moping all day when he gets there even though Mike has flat out ignored him pretty much since he stepped off the plane. He gets a half hug and then the day is all about Eleven. And unless the Duffers forgot that they gave Will a canon birthday (which I doubt with all of the other things from earlier seasons they remembered) Mike forgot Will’s birthday. And he can’t just argue he didn’t know what day it was because you’d know the date that your plane ticket is for. Even if he’s on a date, if you bring a friend on your date you can at least talk to them. But to be flat out after Will is no longer possessed, Mike became an extension of Eleven, he’s been a bad friend to most of his friends. But Will is his “best friend” and Mike can’t be bothered to reach out to him? It’s bad friend behavior and if he can’t be bothered to be a good friend why would he bother to be a good boyfriend in a relationship that has to be kept a secret? Will’s feelings are always on the back burner for Mike until Will cries and Mike feels guilty and that’s not healthy for any relationship. Mike only cares about Mike and Eleven until Will is actively crying or in danger and that’s so unfair to Will.

So TLDR: I think Mike is a bad friend and a bad boyfriend and neither character deserves to deal with them as they’re both traumatized and need to be healing not dating. I also think that the writers would go really cheap on Byler and already do Mileven dirty. Of course you’re still entitled to ship who you want, I’m not indoctrinating you to join the War on Mike Wheeler (although I’d argue he’s the worst member of the party regardless on if we’re talking about ships or not) I’m just putting it out there that I don’t like either ship and have reasons why. And if you also don’t like/care for either ship and feel unsafe to say it because of how messy and toxic the “who should Mike be with argument” can get, I’m a safe space. (The answer is Mike should be with a therapist, his view on relationships is something that needs work on, both romantically and platonically.) But at the end of the day, ship whatever fictional characters you want, just don’t let how the writers create these relationships (which are often toxic for the point of entertainment value) shape how you view real life relationships, please.

#stranger things 4 spoilers #stranger things #shipping

[professionallylesbian]

The following post is simply a vent, no need to read it, i just needed to talk unfiltered to someone, even if no one sees it. i just need to get it out of my system.

chronic pain absolutely fucking sucks.

i’m off of my prescription pain medication for the first time in a while due to financial issues, and i almost forgot how awful it is without it. everything hurts and there’s no discernible reason for it. it’s just constant pain without cause.

one of my parents lost their job recently and the other recently retired, so we have little to no income.

we just can’t afford my medication right now, especially because we don’t have insurance at the moment.

i turn 18 in about a month, but i’ve been having near constant pain since i was about 12. it’s taken such a huge mental toll on me and sometimes it’s hard to deal with. any doctor i’ve been to doesn’t know what the issue is, and every test has come up negative. physical therapy has no effect.

some days i wake up in so much pain that it’s hard to move, but i’m already getting letters home from school about excessive absences. i just want it to stop, but there’s nothing i can do.

i don’t think my parents even believe me about this stuff. hell, my dad calls me “the healthiest sick kid” he knows. he probably thinks i’m just being dramatic. sometimes i do as well.

sometimes i have to use a cane because the pain can make it hard to walk. i’m ashamed to say that i don’t use it much because i worry people will think i’m being dramatic, so i simply limp to my destination.

i have pain in my knee, the doctor said something in it is swollen, but they don’t know what or why. i also have daily headaches and back pain. for the first few years i had this, i was told it was just growing pains, but when it didn’t stop even after it was evidently clear that i was done growing, doctors finally looked into it.

i don’t think there’s a point to this post. it doesn’t have any direction, im just saying whatever is on my mind, so please excuse this vent. sorry to my mutuals or anyone who follows me, i know this isn’t what you’re here for, i just needed to get this off of my chest. only a couple people i know irl know about this account, one of those being my partner @pokichusramblings , who has been such a help through all of this, and whom i was actually texting right before i made this post. if you’ve read this far, thank you for listening to me ramble, and i hope you have a better day than i’m having.

#vent post #tw vent #personal vent

[sunflowergyeomie]

can you handle it?

sypnosis: jeonghan is a real pain in the ass, we all know that. he always seems to get you to do things you never agreed on doing, you try not to fall for them though. what if one day you accidentally fall into his trap and give in, without knowing at all?

pairing: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader (vagina bearing)

genre: established relationship, fashion design student!au, architect!au, smut (18+ only)

word count: 2.9k

warnings: profanity, m!dom, degradation, lots of cum play, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, pet names, size kink?? if you squint

a/n: bcos the irl girl version of jeonghan (aka my devil angel twin) @shuajeong told me "there aren't any fics of jeonghan lately", thus ✨this is written purely for you and your pain 😘 i have to say though, this isn't my best work :( i kept going back and forth and i rewrote and changed things at least three times so 😖😖 (i'm lowkey done with it so i'm sorry i tried, i really did) please forgive me.

Challenge?

Oh, it’s a challenge, alright.

Annoyed is what it is, lips pressed tightly together as you sink in the indescribable feeling. That’s what was currently happening seeing how there is a huge load of cum in your panties – an ignorant aftermath of your quickie with Jeonghan this morning before he drove you to class.

He even had the nerve to question how long you could stay like that for the entire day. You took that as him asking for a challenge and having been with you for a while now, Jeonghan knew you were never one to back down from them. Having basked in the afterglow of sex sure made you think anything was possible – or more accurately speaking his dick just made you dumb.

Now that it’s almost noon, you’re absolutely starting to regret the choice you’ve made, especially when you’re sitting halfway through your second lecture for the day, simply feeling that load threatening to spill out from the cotton panel, onto your inner thighs and slowly ooze down your legs.

Multiple calls of your name put a halt to your thoughts. A hand waves across your face while your eyes focus and refocus as the silhouettes come into sight. Your friends, Mingyu and Minghao are both staring at you, confusion etched across their faces, anticipating an answer from a question one of them probably asked. But in all honesty, you couldn’t recall the subject matter, nor did you give a shit about their issues because your main concern at this time is to get the hell out of there. “Oh, huh? Oh yes, sorry, yes, I’ll absolutely do that.”

A little laugh escapes from Mingyu’s lips while Minghao frowns. “I said.. What are you thinking about?” Mingyu asks, “You have a weird look on your face.”

“Are you not feeling well?” Minghao chimes in. “We can take n-“

“I’m fine, guys. Just a little tired,” You brush off, not wanting to go too deep into whatever you were currently feeling. It’s not that the guys weren’t close to you. In fact, they grew to be one of the closest ever since freshman year when all three of you showed up in the same pattern drafting class, wary looks on everybody’s faces in a new environment. Since the fashion department itself is small with only a few hundred students enrolled, it also meant that classes were taken with familiar faces, rarely is there a fashion student you haven’t seen before. Not to mention you were always being grouped in numerous projects and that’s how the three of you came to be. Both of them knew of your relationship with Jeonghan, of course, but there’s just some things that are better off left unsaid even if they are your best friends.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the both of them stealing glances at you every now and then. Even though they didn’t buy your excuse, Mingyu and Minghao knew better than not to bug you about it so throughout the whole three-hour lecture, you could just sense their concern emanating off their bodies. Adding on to your growing anxiety, making you more on edge, terrified that at any moment they would catch a glimpse of whatever dirty secret you were holding in – quite literally. Pulling out your phone, you quickly sent a text.

[12:03 PM]

you: I can’t take this anymore.

hannie: what’s wrong, princess?

You groaned, exasperation coating your breath. Was he playing dumb?

you: you know what I mean, han.

hannie: and what about it?

hannie: if I recall correctly, weren’t you the one who practically begged me to cum inside of you? Was just doing what you asked me to, princess :)

Scoffing in disbelief, you ignore his message, tossing the device straight into your bag, now furious at yourself for agreeing to it.

Stupid dick.

You weren’t even that horny this morning.

The cement walkways on campus greet the three of you as you step through the warm breeze. The sun shining through every leaf on the tall oak trees above you signal the firsts of many beautiful days now that summer is just around the corner. The bright weather is a big contrast to your dampening mood as your feet slowly drag along the blocks, leaving a gap between you and your friends while you try to keep up. You weren’t too keen on walking too fast right now. One wrong shift and you could be at risk of having Jeonghan’s gooey, semi-translucent, and not-so-warm release pooling down from underneath your mound. The two paid no attention to you though, they’re happily chatting about lunch options and the next possible location for studying afterwards. Not that you were going to join them anyways, not until you get the mess in between your legs situated.

“How about donkkaseu?” Mingyu turns around to ask, head whipping back mid-sentence to look at you, only to turn around and see that you’re already gone. His head turns left and right, trying to find you in the crowd of students, squinting his eyes for even a glimpse of your backpack but you’re nowhere to be seen.

“Where’d she go?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Minghao gives him a pointed look. “Jeonghan.” He says bluntly.

Jeonghan works downtown, a full hour away from your university. He was a busy man, well-equipped with knowledge and never failed to take pride in his work, no matter what it was. Your boyfriend was a well-wanted individual – not only with people who desperately wanted to be in his inner circle but also in his field of work with the numerous clients fighting for a slot in his schedule. Jeonghan has never-ending project proposals, spending most of his hours reviewing alterations and redevelopments on his building designs – a perfectionist, you often say or an obsession as others might call it. Knowing how serious his job was to him, you made sure not to meddle in with his profession, seeing how much it irritated him whenever he couldn’t concentrate, but this time was different – and you couldn’t hold yourself back from making the journey. You bow as you greet the secretary at the front desk. She takes one look up from her screen and already knows who you’re here for, immediately telling you of your boyfriend’s whereabouts while you nod back in thankfulness.

Pushing the heavy doors to Jeonghan’s office, the first thing you notice were his eyebrows deeply furrowed upon his face, a definite telltale to the attentiveness of the task in front of him. A few coworkers were surrounding him, each hovered over what seemed to be like another one of his drawing plans. At the click of the doorknob, Jeonghan’s head perked up when he saw you enter. A smile threatens to pull at his lips, but he bites them to prevent the joy from appearing. He’s been waiting for you all day. Having expected you to cave in earlier so he could have an excuse to take a long break. The current deal he was working on was getting to his head even though he’s gone over it a couple times already. He just needs a reset, a breather of some sort, … a release. Jeonghan fakes innocence however when he asks why you’re here. Simultaneously, his brain has already got his fingers wrapped around the string – pulling once, twice, three times, officially starting the internal mischievousness in him. A devious idea accelerating right before your very own eyes.

You furiously start making your way towards him, hair flying in all directions, nostrils flared in annoyance, your cheeks flamed red from built-up anger since the early morning you got to school, and the wrinkle between your eyebrows. You were a hot-tempered mess, you knew that but god, all he could think about was how beautiful you look. The way your eyes are rounded with the curvature of your nose bridge, adding on to the natural tint to your soft lips. Your lips that pout ever so slightly whenever you want something, your lips that taste like a mixture of yourself and that artificial strawberry-flavoured chapstick you apply every morning, your lips he so badly wants to feel against his own.

Your voice cuts through, interrupting his trance. “Excuse me, can I speak to you privately for one second?”

“Of course.” Jeonghan grins, dropping the pen as his hands start pushing his body up from the plush chair, quickly dismissing his staff with a wave of the hand. They take a hint as one by one, each of them starts leaving. He stands up, arms already going around your waist to pull you close, “Hi baby, how was your day?” He asks, head tilting as his hands are already reaching up to run his fingers through your hair.

You open your mouth to spew words, anger bubbling in letters as they boil up to the back of your throat but all of which dies down when the fire is turned off. Blocked off after the door is shut behind the last person when his demeanour takes a turn and switches a whole 180 degrees. His plan finally comes into action as his acting skills gear up. Licking his lips, his hands drop as he takes a step closer to you, hovering over your tiny figure. He’s finally got you where he wanted you in the first place. His eyes peer down from the lenses of his wired glasses, “Don’t you know better than not to interrupt me while I’m working?” He pauses. “What do you think my staff will think if you’re here for too long?” The back of his fingers gently trails down your face, almost feather-like as you try to press your face against his palm, leaning more into his touch.

“Guess you couldn’t keep it in, huh? I always knew you were a little slut.” Jeonghan tsked, “Was my cock not enough that you needed a second filling? It’s only been a few hours, darling.”

He starts walking back to his desk, hands going into his pockets as he leans against the edge. It shouldn’t have intimidated you, the way his eyes bore into yours but you gulped anyways, a feeling of excitement stirring in your lower abdomen as you clenched around nothing. You opened your mouth to retaliate, only for it to be shaped like what seems like a silent ‘o’. One of his eyebrows raise, a silent gesture for you to come.

Out of habit, your legs start moving obediently on their own until they reach the fronts of Jeonghan’s dress shoes. Tracing the outline of his long, toned legs hidden underneath the carob brown material of his trousers, you couldn’t help catching onto the small details of the garment. The modern leg-lines seamed in to elongate his legs, waistband wrapped around his torso showcasing his slim but strong build, the button with its holes as imaginary eyes and a crossed thread disguised as lips silently screaming ‘open me, open me!’.

He grabs your jaw, forcing you to tear your eyes away from his lower half to look at him. “I thought you came here to say something, but I can practically see the drool coming out of your pretty little mouth, staring at my cock.”

“I-“, He spins you around, positions changed now that you’re the one leaning against the desk. Jeonghan dives his head to capture your lips with his. You’re taken by surprise as a gasp escapes from your mouth while he takes that as a chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your bottom lip; full of need and desire, desperate to let out his frustrations. All your effort is focused on keeping up, molding your mouths together. Your anger is now replaced with lust. His hands are moving down to grip your ass.

Your breath hitches when his lips start trailing down your jaw, gently nibbling the soft skin on your neck before travelling down the valley of your breasts. He doesn’t bother trying to take off your top, opting to unbutton the first few, just enough to expose your lacy bra. Slipping underneath one cup to carefully knead your honey soft skin before latching his mouth onto your nipple, sucking gently but firmly. You whine as he hoists you up and places you on the surface, his face never detaching from your soft and full chest as he quickly pulls your pants off, leaving you in just your soaked panties.

“Maybe it was a good idea to leave my cum in you,” Jeonghan’s fingers hook onto the waistband. He smirks before pulling them down completely, stopping mid-thigh. “Easier to prepare.”

A trail of your slick follows as his digits spread your pussy, using his middle finger to slowly drag up your wet slit. His other hand is gripping your thigh when he reaches down in between, scooping the leftover cum from the previous session and forcing it back into your pussy. You watch with wide eyes only to have them roll back completely when he finishes by stuffing them all the way into you, resulting in a loud moan.

“P-please”

Jeonghan chuckles, satisfied by your reaction. He had you beckoning at his every move yet you were sure the satisfaction still wasn’t enough for him, not just yet. He pulls his fingers out to strip himself of his own pants, popping his member out. The hand with the fingers that were just inside of you is now rubbing all over his cock, using the little beads of precum along with a bit of your slick to pump himself.

Jeonghan’s cock is pretty, like the boy himself. He’s not too big or too small but he knows his angles and he knows how to use them right. Every time the two of you get intimate, which is quite often, his thrusts are sharp, clean and reach to the most inner parts of you – something that leaves soreness inside of you for days. But that doesn’t seem to matter whenever the two of you are having hot and steamy sex five days out of the seven weekly.

“You better stay fucking quiet.”

One hand is gripping your waist for extra support while the other is slowly guiding his length into you. The growl in his voice sends another wave of arousal between your legs, the wetness starting to spill and gather down your thighs. His eyes diverted down to pay attention to the way his length was disappearing inside of you. Each stroke covering his manhood with even more of your juices.

“F-ffuck, baby.” He curses under his breath. “You’re still so tight.”

His voice was breathy, almost like a whine before he picks up his speed, splitting your folds with a sloppy rhythm, expecting to chase both your highs before his coworkers come barging back in. Although the thought of getting caught in such a compromising position arouses him, Jeonghan couldn’t risk letting anyone seeing you in your most vulnerable state. Not when you have all the right curves, exclusive only for his viewing.

At some point, his hands start pulling you into him to meet his every thrust, your tits bouncing as you start feeling the delicious new angle he’s ruining you from. The tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix with every stretch. The familiar feeling of tension starts to build as your eyes squeeze tighter, your orgasm is approaching faster and faster. You’ve never wanted to scream his name out loud so badly when he slams once, no, twice into you, releasing the coil sending intensifying waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your tight heat clenching and unclenching around him causing Jeonghan to groan, “Shit.”

“Cum in me.” You insisted weakly. He gives in as he presses himself balls deep, cock twitching as he unloads inside of you, cum shooting in spurts coating your walls in white. The groan emerging from the back of his throat muffled as he quickly smashes his lips onto yours to conceal it. Your muscles move on your own, hiding your own whimper as your lips move together in unison. His body slumps over yours while he rests his head against your shoulder, pressing a light kiss as a way to say thank you.

In the intimacy of the moment, your arms are thrown around his broad shoulders, subconsciously pulling him closer as the two of you try to catch your breaths. When he lifts his head up, his doll eyes are already staring into your glossy ones. A tender smile spreading across his face, pecking your lips one more time before he slowly pulls out. Straight away, the emptiness is evident as his warmth disappears, your hole gaping while he looks down to appreciate the work done on your ruined pussy.

You feel your panties being pulled back up, now snug on your hips as he lets go of the elastic waistband to hear it snap back on your skin.

“Guess you have two loads to keep in now.” A devilish look covering every inch of his handsome face.

“Jeonghan!” you lunged at him. He cackles maniacally, successfully dodging while you attempt to jump on his back. The blood in your veins starts boiling again, both hands reaching up to cover your face when you realize your mistake for the second time today.

Jeonghan’s dick really did make you dumb.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #yoon jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan smut #jeonghan imagine #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan imagines #yoon jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan #yoon jeonghan one shot #jeonghan one shots #svt jeonghan

[bridgeportbritt]

How to Host an Event

Yay! You’re about to get all your simmer friends together for an event! How exciting. No matter if you’re hosting a wedding, fashion show, or dinner party, these tips will help you be the hostess with the mostess! (please don’t unfollow me because of that last part. lol)

1. Get the Details Together

Just like if you’re planning a party irl, you need to know the details of your sims party or event. The biggest things you need to know are 1) what’s the event, 2) what’s happening at the event, and 3) how the sims in attendance should dress. For example, for a royal wedding, you might have an arrival, ceremony, and reception. So, you need sims in morning dress and formal wear.

2. Organize the Details 

Once you know what you need to for your event, it’s time to get organized. You will find that a lot of simmers in the Royal community, use spreadsheets (like Google Sheets) to manage their events. It’s a good way to share information and keep track of your sims. But you use whatever makes the most sense for you!

3. Invite Sims 

It’s time to let to the Sim world know that you’re hosting an event! There are many ways you can invite others to send sims. Write a post, send a message, let everyone know on discord. There are just a few things you need to ensure you let people know:

The dress code - How should they dress their sims for your event?

Where to send information - If you create a spreadsheet, be sure to send a link that is editable. You might want to know their blog name, sims name, and titles (for Royals).

 How to send sims - What the best way to get sims to you?

The deadline - When do you need sims by? You may need to send friendly reminders of deadlines as the date gets closer.

4. Collecting Sims

Once you have all the sims for your event, you’re going to download them and save the Tray files in your tray folder and the mods in your mods folder. How you organize them is up to you, but you want to make sure they are in the right place so the files show up in your game.

PRO TIP: Check sims before taking screenshots to ensure they look okay, and you have all the intended cc. If you don’t, talk with the person who sent the sim.

5. Hosting Your Event

The first thing you need to figure out is how you’re going to get all your sims to do the things. A couple friends you might need are the 1) Pose Player and 2) MCCC mods. Pose player will let you teleport sims to a certain spot and, well, pose them. If you plan on having a bunch of sims in a venue at once, MCCC settings will let you increase the number of sims in a zone. This will help you with sims breaking out of poses. MCCC will also let you have a lot of sims in one household, but keep in mind this can be hard on some computers. You can also put sims in separate households and take screenshots in groups and use pose player to summon sims rather than put them all in one household.

PRO TIP: It helps to plan your scenes ahead of time, so you have everything you need. Sets and outfits for your sims included. If you’re using pose player, have the poses you need already downloaded. 

6. Taking Screenshots

Once you’ve figured out the logistics, it’s time to start taking screenshots for your posts. One of the biggest things you want to remember is to be sure you include all the sims you’ve received and that they are all seen. When you have a lot of sims, it’s easy to forget someone or have them blend into the background. Make use of Tab Mode and the hot keys to get angles that allow you to get shots of everyone.

PRO TIP: Be sure to consult the other simmers if you’d like to add dialogue or actions not previously discussed with a sim. Remember this sim is near and dear to that simmer’s heart, so don’t make decisions on their behalf unless you’ve been given permission.

Posting Your Event

You finally got through it all and you’re ready to share your event! Don’t forget to tag the folks who sent sims so they can see and share, as well! 

Hope this helps! Happy simming!

#tutorial #bridgeportbritt #events are so fun! #but also a lot of work #more advice from me #make it easy on yourself as possible #if you need laziness tips im always your girl lol #I should do a lazy guide lol