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[miyakuli]

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[melanodis]

art trade with @lynn-works-at-culvers !!!

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[heartbeetz]

Also while going through Anton's voice files I realized there was like. Well. Why does that part of that one sound. Like that.

[kuvvydraws]

Depression knock-knocking on my door again, for a change

[benispunk]

Who's that girl?

Chapter 3: Stuck With You

The trio hangs out for the first time outside the apartment.

logan howlett x reader

TW: language, D&W, mentions of dark backgrounds.

A/N: third chapter!!! this one is really short, sorryyyy...but I'll post another fic as well as a new chapter this week to compensate, I pinky promise!! this explores the trio's dynamic again but do not worry, things are coming 🫡 alright I'll leave you to it!!

→ this fic is inspired by the TV Show New Girl, Wade and Logan aren't Deadpool and Wolverine (no powers/mutant gene etc) but I did take most of their character traits and storyline!!

Masterlist / Previous Part

The sun hung low over the city, casting golden light over the streets. Y/N had spent the better part of the afternoon wandering around her new neighborhood. It had been a week now, and between settling down and work she hadn’t had the time to walk around the streets. Wade had recommended a few places that he thought she would like. She strolled through narrow alleys and wide streets, passing cafes, small bookshops, and one bustling market. There was also this cute park a few blocks down where she stayed for lunch. It was all new, yet there was something comforting about this quiet exploration.

She hadn't quite figured out how to navigate the subtle rhythm of her new life— but she would managed. Everything’s going to be okay, she reminded herself.

When the evening chill began to creep in, she made her way back to the apartment. She was looking forward to spending time with Logan and Wade; the three of them had started to form an unexpected bond. As she climbed the steps to the apartment, she wondered if they were home yet. She could already imagine Wade cracking jokes, Logan rolling his eyes, and her somewhere in between, soaking up the dynamic. She already loved them so much.

The second she unlocked the door and stepped inside, Wade's voice boomed from the kitchen.

" And she returns!" He leaned against the counter, grinning. « So? How was your little solo adventure?".

Y/N smiled, closing the door behind her. "Amazing. I visited all the places you recommended and I’m definitely going back as soon as possible". Wade pumped his fists in victory with a little "Yes!", which made Y/n smile even more.

Logan appeared in the living room, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "You got lost?"

"Only once or twice," she admitted, tossing her bag onto the couch. "But it's nice around here. I loved the park— I might check it out more later this week."

Wade clapped his hands together. "Perfect. Now that Dora the Explorer is back, we can finally head out to the bar. My set starts in an hour." His eyes sparkled mischievously. "And you're both coming, right? Because what's a gig without my loyal fan base?"

Y/N grinned. « I can’t wait! »

Logan just shrugged but nodded, clearly used to Wade’s antics. "Yeah, alright. Let’s go."

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The bar had a laid-back atmosphere. Dim lights flickered over dark wooden tables, the low hum of conversation mixing with the occasional clink of glasses. They found a booth near the stage, a perfect spot to watch Wade’s performance later.

Y/N slid into the booth, Logan following after her while Wade grabbed drinks from the bar. She glanced around, taking in the crowd. People were laughing, chatting, and enjoying the night.

"This place is cool," she commented.

Logan nodded, leaning back in his seat. "Wade performs here a lot. Thinks he’s the star attraction."

She laughed. "Well, I guess we’ll find out tonight."

A moment later, Wade returned with drinks, setting them down on the table. He plopped down on the seat across from them, a wide grin on his face. "Alright, Y/N, prepare yourself for the best comedy set you’ve ever seen— or, well, at least the best one you’ll see tonight."

Y/N grinned. "No pressure."

They sipped their drinks, the conversation starting off light. Wade was in his element, cracking jokes about the people around them, the bartender, the state of the world. It was easy to laugh with him, the energy infectious, and even Logan cracked a few smiles in between his usual deadpan responses.

As the night wore on, Wade excused himself to get ready for his set, leaving Y/N and Logan alone at the booth.

"You think he’s nervous?" Y/N asked, watching Wade walk toward the stage.

Logan shrugged. "If he is, he hides it well."

They shifted their gazes to the stage as the lights dimmed, and Wade took the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Wade’s voice boomed through the speakers. "Give it up for me!" He winked at the crowd, earning a round of laughter.

"But seriously, thanks for coming out tonight. I hope you’re all ready to laugh, because I’m in desperate need of some validation!"

Y/N and Logan laughed along with the rest of the audience, Wade launched into his set, his energy filling the room. He was good—better than Y/N had expected. His jokes were sharp, his timing perfect, and he knew how to work the crowd. Y/N found herself laughing harder than she had in a while, and even Logan seemed to be enjoying himself.

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After Wade’s set, the three of them were back at the booth, drinks in hand, a warm buzz from the alcohol and the laughter still lingering in the air.

Wade took a long drink from his glass and leaned back in his seat, satisfied. "Not bad, huh? I’d say I killed it."

Y/N grinned. "I have to admit, you were pretty great."

"Pretty great?" Wade put a hand on his chest, feigning offense. "Come on, I was spectacular."

"Sure, bub" Logan deadpanned, taking a sip of his beer. "Spectacular."

Wade waved a hand. "I’ll take it."

"It was fantastic, Wade, really." Y/n declared and Wade grinned, before thanking her.

The conversation drifted into the easy banter that had become familiar between them. They teased each other, joked about the people in the bar, and laughed at some of Wade’s stories from previous gigs. It felt good— natural.

At some point, after a pause in the conversation, Y/N found herself staring down at her drink, feeling the weight of the day. She hadn’t meant to go there, but something about the night— the warmth, the comfort of being with them— made her want to share more.

"You know, I’m really glad I found you guys." she said quietly, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. "I never thought I would ever get along so well with people. I mean, that fast. You really welcomed me into your family and I’m grateful. So, thank you for that."

Logan and Wade both smiled at her, their expressions softening.

"God, what did I say about making people want to cry?" Wade said, wiping a fake tear from his eyes. 

Y/n chuckled and joined his act, "I’m sorry, I need to break some rules too!"

"Too?! What are you insinuating ? You’re a teacher, you should be ashamed of yourself."

They all laughed before the tone became serious again, "I don’t want to talk in Logan’s name, but, I'm going to anyway— it’s a real pleasure to have you. Like, you’re a perfect roommate. And you survived a whole week with us? I know people who would die just thinking about it— "

"Okay, that’s enough," Logan intervened, "but he’s right. We’re glad to have you too. And if you ever feel like you’re tired of us, please, don’t keep it to yourself."

Y/n smiled softly, "Thank you."

They talked again for a while, about their day, their week, anything that would come to mind. Somehow, the conversation wouldn’t stop.

Y/N took a slow sip from her drink, her smile lingering but her eyes distant, as if a thought had crossed her mind during the conversation. Logan noticed first, tilting his head slightly.

"Something on your mind?" he asked gently.

Y/N glanced up, offering a small, almost sheepish smile. "It’s just... talking about being part of your ‘family’— it got me thinking about mine."

Wade, who had been busy throwing peanuts in his mouth while telling yet another story, paused and looked over at her, eyebrow raised. "Oh, are we diving into family history now? Because I’ve got stories that’ll make your childhood look like Disneyland."

Y/N chuckled but shook her head softly. "No, it’s just... my family’s complicated." She took another sip, as if to steady herself. "I had a great childhood, really it was perfect. I mean, I know nothing’s perfect and 'normal' doesn’t exist, but it was great. Until it wasn't, of course."

Logan leaned in slightly, his expression soft but attentive. "What happened?"

Y/N’s fingers absently traced the rim of her glass again. "My parents divorced when I was 12, I think? It was a mess. They were fighting over who would keep the children. My brother was already in college and his dream was to leave the country, so, it was only me and my parents. In the end, I would stay at my mom’s during the week and my dad’s on the weekend. You know the drill. Anyway…"

Y/N sighed softly. "Even after it was done, they would still fight. And I realized they weren’t even fighting to keep me anymore. When I was at my mom’s she would only talk bad things about my dad, and vice versa on the weekends, and I felt so lonely. So, it’s kind of like my deepest fear now, to be alone. I mean, I can be alone of course, but to feel like everybody abandoned you and you’re just by yourself? That feeling, well, you made me forget it."

There was a silence for a moment, a contemplative pause. Then Wade spoke, his tone unusually serious. "Yeah. I get that." He glanced at Y/N, then at Logan. "My childhood was... rough. I’m not going into details but, yeah, I was alone for other reasons. And I still had to go to school and because of what was happening at home I guess I developed my own medicine for that. Humor became my way of dealing with it. I learned that if I could make people laugh, I could hide what was really going on."

Y/N felt a pang of empathy for him. She hadn’t expected Wade to open up like that, but it made sense. The humor, the constant jokes—it was his armor, just like she had her own ways of coping.

Logan shifted in his seat, his gaze focused somewhere beyond the table. "I’ve got a brother," he said, his voice low. "Victor. We don’t really talk anymore. Haven’t in a long time."

Y/N and Wade waited, sensing there was more.

"Things went south with him a while back. We were close when we were kids because…some stuff happened, but... yeah." He trailed off, the unsaid heavy in the air.

Wade took a sip of his drink, his usual bravado softened by the seriousness of the moment. "Family, huh? It’s a mess. But," he added, flashing a grin, « You two? You’re both stuck with me now."

Y/N laughed, and even Logan’s lips quirked into a small smile. The heaviness of the conversation lifted slightly, but the bond between them felt a little stronger after that. They didn’t need to dive deeper right now— they all knew the weight of their stories, and that was enough for the moment.

The night carried on, the trio falling back into their rhythm of jokes and teasing, but something had shifted. The laughter was still there, the lighthearted banter, but now it was layered with a deeper understanding.

XXX

[sturniololoco]

hi i have a request for SLS! could you do something where she gets pregnant, but like the story is set 6 months into her pregnancy and they just take care of her and are all cute and sweet? thanks hun!

Pregnant

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Pregnancy, vomit, etc.

Note: HELLA SHORT SORRYYYY

SLS's POV

It's been 6 months since my ex-boyfriend knocked me up and left me after he found out I was pregnant. I was able to keep it from my brothers for about 2 months, but they found out.

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I was sitting on the couch, my legs tucked under me while my baby bump was practically sitting on me tight.

Being 6 months pregnant at 18 years old is a lot to handle, not to mention how tired you get.

My eyes were starting to close, my phone falling out of my hand. The bang on the floor jolted my eyes open and I stood, bending down to pick it up off the floor, struggling a little due to my belly.

"SLS/N! What are you doing?! Sit back down, I'll get it!" Chris said, quickly scrambling to me and grabbing my phone for me.

he grabbed my hand and helped lead me back to my seat, covering me up with the blankets and kissing me on the forehead.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" He asks me.

I think for a second before saying,

"I feel okay, but do you think you could ask Nick to make me one of his quesadillas? That sounds so good right now."

He nods, running into the kitchen and yelling for Nick. As he does so, the front door opens and shuts, and then Matt comes up the stairs, grocery bags in his hands.

"hey kiddo, i got you some Gatorade." He says.

I thank him as he hands it to me, kissing him on the cheek. He sits beside me and flicks on the TV. I lean into him and he wraps his arms around me, getting comfy.

Then I smell it.

The melting cheese from my quesadilla makes my stomach do summersaults as I feel my saltines and Gatorade from this morning come up my throat.

I sprint to Matt's bathroom, as it's the closest one, and puke my guts out, thankfully making it in the toilet. Nick comes into the bathroom, saying his apologies as he grabs all my hair and turns it into a makeshift ponytail.

"Oh my god Nick I'm so, so sorry," I say, wiping the stray tears from my face.

throwing up didn't scare me as much now, I was used to it. And so were my brothers, but I still felt bad because they always had to take care of me.

"Stop apologizing, dumbass, you're fucking pregnant!" he says, smiling at me.

he leads me back into the living room, the smell now gone thanks to Matt and Chris while I was away.

They all come and sit with me on the couch, snuggling close as we watch TV.

Nick leans over and whispers in my ear,

"I think his name should be Nick jr."

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[drurrito]

Bleeding

A/N: It's Friday why did I write angst. Edit: title change sorryyyy.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: Blood...needles and some angst; themes of death/dying.

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Wanda sees you bleed because her curiosity got the best of her.

"What is that?" Wanda asks, falling in step with you to ogle at your swollen ear. You're walking towards Bruce's mini clinic after going too many rounds with Bucky in the training room.

"Cauliflower ear," you pop a few pieces of gum in your mouth, something to bite down on when Bruce drains your ear.

"How does that happen?" Wanda leans in a little more to get a better look at your ear. It's red yet translucent, it looks like it's harboring a tiny alien in the tip of your ear. Gross.

"Wrestling, especially when you decide to use it against a centenarian who never bothered to work on his ground game," you chuckle. Wanda tries not to think about rolling around with you on the mats. The color of Wanda's cheeks almost rivaling your ears.

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Wanda wanted to see it happen.

She's standing close enough for to get a good look. You're sitting on the bench, unfazed by Bruce putting together a syringe inches away.

"You squeamish?" You arch an eyebrow in Wanda's direction. Her eyes snap away from the needle and up to yours.

"No," she gives you a soft smile, "are you?"

"Depends," you shrug, "if I say yes does that mean I can hold your hand?"

Wanda scoffs, almost forgetting how bold you can be sometimes, "I don't know," she drawls, "you look like you can handle a little pain."

"You wanna put that theory to the test?" You waggle your eyebrows at her and her eyes roll into another dimension.

"Ready?" Bruce turns around, syringe in hand, but you don't dare to look at it.

"Do it," you say coolly--but Wanda sees the way your jaw sets and gives you her hand without hesitation. You don't tease her, only squeezing her hand twice. Once when the needle went in and another to wordlessly say 'thank you.'

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Your blood spills freely onto the concrete floors of this lab.

An easy price to pay for peace, you think.

Wanda's arms drag you into her lap, you tiredly blink up at your savior. Her hands cover yours to help press down on the wound. You've already lost too much blood.

"You squeamish?" You mumble, Wanda breathes out something resembling a laugh.

"I'll only be upset if you die on me."

"Can't have that," you grunt. Your breathing is starting to become more labored with each passing minute. The whole building is under fire, so just busting out for a great escape is out of the question for now. Wanda hates feeling so helpless, she hates seeing you suffer even more.

Your ears are ringing, you can barely make out the team screaming about being pinned down and needing a miracle.

"Wanda..." your voice is weaker now.

"Don't."

"It's okay," you feebly reach for her hand, she takes it without thinking.

"No," she chokes out, "I can get you to Bruce...I can get you to Bruce and I can save everyone. I can save you."

The determination in her voice makes you wince, it's heavy and fierce, she was always supposed to be a hero.

"If you kill us both, I'm gonna haunt your ass," you flash a broken smile and Wanda actually laughs this time.

"Just hold on," she tries not to beg, only squeezing your hand to let you know she means it. In a matter of seconds you feel weightless, the cool air on your face brings you back if only for a moment.

Wanda shields you both, ignoring the team's pleading and the barrage of bullets and missiles bouncing and exploding off of her energy. She needs to save you, she needs to save everyone.

It's not until she gets to Bruce's location that she realizes you're not holding her hand anymore.

[hozierandco]

The Match-maker - Part 3 of Callum Turner x Reader // FLUFF

AN: First of all, I apologise part 3 has taken longer than expected. I think I'll stop promising to publish at a certain date when I can't meet expectations. Anyway, this is part 3 which is still kinda fluffy but we're going towards SMUT (which will be part 4 so you will have to wait a bit more for this, sorryyyy). Hope you like it xx

“Would you like to see the pictures I took back to my place?”, Y/N questioned, feeling like the end of the night could well go somewhere unplanned but nice.

“I’d love that”

The night was well advanced and the Park was oddly quiet, perturbed only by the sound of rare sirens afar and some perched daring crows. The conversation went on about upcoming projects, recently watched Netflix shows and family dramas.

Though they had met just a few hours prior, the conversation flowed so smoothly. It was as though Callum, an English 30-ish actor had been through all the throes an American photographer had known. It felt good not only to be heard but to be understood as well, Y/N thought.

Callum could not help but think back on what in his life had led to this. What if he had never flown to New York and had decided to stay in Chelsea instead? What if he had never met Austin, and therefore had never met Y/N? Just to imagine never grazing Central Park in such pleasant company caused him to overthink all the many terrible ways this could end.

He had been heartbroken so many times, getting attached too soon and too quickly or to the wrong person. Over and over again. But he could sense that Y/N was different. Was it because she too had open wounds? Or was it that she was as detail-oriented as he was recounting all the love stories gone bad?

He did not wish to repeat the same mistakes that had led to him being hurt but he knew it was inevitable. He was going to fall for her. It was something about her bonhomie and vision of life that was so goddamn irresistible. 

“There, that’s where I’m living for a couple more days”, Y/N announced as they got to a stop in front of a door made of brick. Queens is not the first neighbourhood of the Big Apple you’re thinking of when you think of all the glam and romantic appeal the city has to offer but here it was. 

Though she had taken the subway already earlier in the evening to set her gear before attending the party, Y/N was still amazed at the non-stop functioning engine. She liked to imagine everyone’s life, now she had the occasion to imagine hers either choice she was about to make: to trust or not to trust that smiling actor who seemed unable to hurt a fly.

“Let me show you the camera obscura I set up in here”, Y/N declared with pride tinting her voice as she hinted that Callum could enter. At that moment, it felt the most natural thing to do, as though Callum was a familiar, as though Y/N had invited him over multiple times. 

In the small room she had tidied neat to exhibit her photographs of the city and those she was about to develop from the Gala, the two stood next to one another, feeling comfortable with each other’s presence. Because it was required by the device she had carried with her from one coast to the other, Y/N had placed some towel she had found in the bathroom and had arranged it over the lightbulb. The whole installation made the light flip crimson anytime she was turning on the switch. 

With this new shade of red covering his face, Callum could be admired the way he was created to be. He was a handsome man with this charm of a man who has no idea how ridiculously daunting and comely he was. It seemed as though his smile was wider than it had been through the evening. Y/N could not let go of the chance she had to kiss him just a little more, crossing her fingers that he would not disappear and that all of this was not just a fever dream. 

Though it was close to 2 am, though the two of them had not closed their eyes to rest for the past 19 hours or something like that, there was no way their lack of sleep was getting in the way of the chemistry they shared at that moment. 

Y/N was still in her black dress that Callum had made swirl just a couple hours prior with his dance moves. She was even more beautiful now that no one was around and that she had no performative socialisation to make. It was as though she was hers only, her precious treasure chest after a long journey to a remote island.

“So, can I help you with tonight’s pictures?” Callum offered with a heavenly grin on his face, just seconds after parting from her embrace and kisses.

And like that, Y/N was talking about the invention of the camera obscura and teaching him about the techniques to develop pictures from a film camera. Callum, being an actor, was a pro in front of the cameras but had no clue as to how they worked and was more than happy his teacher was both nerdy when it came to the subject and drop dead beautiful.

After having taught the basis, Y/N trusted Callum to develop pictures on his own. Seeing him being enthusiastic and caring with the films made him even more irresistible.

“I think this one has to be my favourite photograph so far”, Callum stated after letting a bunch of pictures taking a bath and allowing them to dry out. The photograph in question was a selfie of Y/N had taken right before the Gala started as a souvenir of this ethereal occasion. The only photograph from the selection that had her face on it. 

“Now, since you’ve been an excellent photographer, will you allow me to take some pictures of you?” Y/N asked, brushing off the compliment. 

Callum sat on the leather couch that seemed straight out from an Ikea catalogue and posed for Y/N. He could feel her eyes going from the camera to him and back to the camera, making sure she had the right angle to capture his beauty as a whole. It was a losing battle as Callum could not be as handsome as the version she had in front of her. She thought that if he was to vanish when the day would come, she would at least have the pictures to rely on.

As Callum was somehow obliged to look at the camera - and the person holding it -, the tension got to him. She was way too gorgeous not to be the one posing. As she fixed her zoom lens, he approached her and gave her another round of kisses. This time around, Y/N and Callum could feel there were more than kisses to get from this and touches on the thighs and torso succeeded.

“Is that okay if I’m touching you like that?” Callum asked Y/N as she grew desperate for the touch. 

“Yes, it’s more than okay. It’s just perfect”

The two of them carried on, competing as to who would be the most passionate. Callum brought Y/N’s mouth closer to his and after a few more kisses placed on her lips, got to her neck. Still on the sofa, Callum lay his weight on Y/N as he found new spots to soak with his affection.

[mscordonean]

I'm kickin' back and i'm vibin'

(he offers to take you home as your checkup took longer than expected, you and Zayne are in the car and you plead him to take a quick vlog and he finally agrees, little does he know you were trying to see what reaction he would have to you kissing him, instead of being shocked he got bricked up and showed you who was boss)

Warnings: Doggy style, hair pulling, dirty talk, choking, rough sex. (cringeeeeeee af)

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Zayne insisted that he'd drive you home as it was getting quite late. You decided it would be a good idea to ask him to vlog with you. "No." "pleaseeee Zayneee, I'll never ask you againnnn," you pleaded looking over at Zayne with doe eyes. He stares at you for a hot minute before agreeing "Fine but you're gonna have to do it whilst I'm driving." You death stare him, then go to turn your phone on and put it on a smooth surface on the car. What he didn't know is that you were going to try and tempt him with a kiss.

"Ok girlies today I'm joined by my doctor since he insisted i ride home with him, what a dirty guy". You wink at the camera and he turns to you unamused before turning back to look on the road. You rant on about what you did in the day while Zayne kept his eyes fixated on the red traffic lights before us. He stops the car and you decide it's finally time to kiss him. You turn to him and tell him to face you. "Why", you ignore him and lean into him and peck his lips. He closes his eyes, savoring the taste of your lips. He opens his eyes and stares at you, leaning to steal another kiss. You put your finger on his lips, stopping him from kissing you again. "Bet", he says before the traffic light turns green and he starts to drive again.

The trip was silent until he parked in a nearby parking lot, turning to you. "Get in the back now", He demanded. "But the camera is still on". "I don't fucking care", you know when he swears he's super serious and that was usually a bad thing. You immediately get in the back seats of the car not wanting him to get any angrier. He climbs into the back too. "Face down ass up now". You do as he says, looking back at him nervously. "I-it was just a prank", he cut you off with a spank on your ass. "Did i ask you to speak?" Your burry your head in the car seat. "I'm sorryyyy." "No you're not sorry" he pulls down your skirt to reveal your brown plum ass. He unbuckles his pants slapping his dick on your ass. You pushed against him now desperate for him to put it in. "pleasee" you whine. "Please?" "Please daddyy". "Good girl".

He turns you around and pushes his dick to your lips. "Open your mouth pretty girl". You give him a shy look as you open your lips and take his big dick in your mouth almost choking on it. You feel him push all the way into your throat, you tap his thigh three times and he pulls out. "you can take it, can't you?" You nod and take his dick back into your throat. He groans as you suck him slowly. You bob your head slowly on his dick, if it was too much for your mouth it won't be any easier for your pussy. "Stop fuckin playing" he grabs your hair and moves you faster on his dick. "Mmmph!" You tear up at the speed he's going. He lets go of your hair when you start to gag.

"turn around for me sweet girl". You turn around again with Zayne's dick prodding against your pussy. "Please put it innn," you whine and he pushes in. He gives you the roughest backshots until he bottoms out in your pussy after your mind blowing orgasm. He grabs your chin and brings you up to his face. "You learn your lesson yet?" You nod and he lets go off you "get in the front I'm still taking you home".

[amazingmsme]

Gone Awry

AN: my first epic fic of the month, with many more to follow! When I saw the prank prompt, I just knew what I had to do. So here’s Elpenor getting what he asked forHope y’all enjoy day 3!

Elpenor snickered quietly to himself, tying a thin rope barely above the first step of the stairs. (The last step if you were coming down from the deck.) He had seen Perimedes walk down the stairs to grab something from his room, and he leapt into action. He didn't know how much time he had before he came back, so he had to act quick.

He had fallen victim to a water bucket to the head when leaving his room yesterday, and had yet to repay the favor. He was hoping to catch him on his way back up. Maybe he'd bust his chin on one of the steps. It would serve him right.

He heard someone coming down the hall and ducked around the corner to hide. His heart raced in his chest, a proud smirk tugging on his lips. He heard a startled scream, followed by a loud tumble.

"Owww! ... Wait, what the hell? Who tied rope to the damn stairs?"

Uh oh, that didn't sound like Perimedes...

He peeked around the corner, wincing when he saw Polites in a tangled heap on the ground, pulling himself up. They locked eyes, and Polites gasped in shock.

"You!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't know you were coming!"

"Like that makes it any better! Hey, get back here!" he yelled as Elpenor ran down the hall. Polites scrambled to his feet and took off after him.

"I said I'm sorry!" Elpenor yelled over his shoulder.

"You will be!" he playfully threatened back, running a little faster to catch up. Elpenor looked over his shoulder and shrieked when he saw Polites right at his heels. He was tackled almost immediately, and he started begging before he even hit the floor.

"No! No please, Polites I'm so sorry! I swear! I'll do whatever you want!"

"Right now I want revenge! I bit my tongue when I fell! Do you know how much that hurt?" he growled, trying his best to sound mean and scary as he wrestled his arms down by his sides.

"And I'm so sorry! Please, you don't have to do this! What about forgiveness and all that other shit you preach?"

Polites scoffed indignantly, and Elpenor realized too late that was the wrong thing to say.

"Well clearly my lessons haven't stuck with you! Maybe you need a more hands on approach," he teased, walking his fingers up the backs of his rips. Elpenor squealed and bubbly giggles flowed freely past his lips as he squirmed on the floorboards.

"Nohoho wahait! Ihihi sahaid I'm sorryyyy!" he whined. He gasped and snorted when Polites wiggled his fingers higher up his ribcage, scratching just below his armpit.

"I don't think you know what sorry really is," he teased, adding a little more pressure to his touch. Elpenor squealed and rolled over, immediately regretting doing so when he saw the way Polites was staring down at him, wiggling his fingers menacingly. "But you will."

He dove right in, scribbling over his now exposed tummy. Elpenor tried to squirm away, but he was thoroughly pinned. All he could do was throw his head back and laugh.

"Ihihi ahaham! I'm sohoho sohohohorry!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you are," Polites rolled his eyes playfully, squeezing the soft pudge just below his bellybutton. His laughter rose in pitch and he managed to get one arm free. Elpenor weakly slapped at his hands, and it wasn't hard for him to grab his wrist and pin it above his head.

"NOHO! Polites plehehease! I thought you were nice!"

He scoffed at that, "This is me being nice! I could always yell for Perimedes, I know he's who that was really meant for."

"You wouldn't! Please, he'll fucking kill me!"

"I know," he shrugged innocently. "So just remember, I am being nice."

Elpenor whined, closing his eyes in defeat, though they flew wide open when he felt blunt nails scribble over his bare armpit.

"OHO SHIHIHIT! Please!  Ihihi cahahan't tahake ihihit!" he begged through desperate laughter. Polite just cooed at him.

"Aww, you poor thing! I guess you should've thought about that," he said with mock sympathy.

"I SAID SORRY YOU AHAHAHASSHOLE!" he yelled in out in frustration as Polites continued his attack.

"Alright already, I forgive you," he said, rolling his eyes as he pulled his hands away. Elpenor let out a sigh of relief, letting his arm snap down to protect himself. "But I'm still not done with you."

"What?"

"What do you mean what?,”he taunted, wiggling his fingers in the air above him. Elpenor squeaked and tugged at his other arm as nervous laughter spilled free.

"Come on Polly, please! You've had your fun, now let me goooo!"

"What's this? Are you begging already? No, that can't be! I've seen you take much worse than this, you're just trying to weasel your way out of a proper punishment."

"I am not!"

"It sure seems like it," he teased, poking all over his belly and in between his ribs. Elpenor jumped each time, letting out short squeaks and squeals with every touch. He poked faster and the sounds morphed into a fit of shrill giggles. His cheeks were flushed pink and his nose scrunched adorably.

"Plehehease! Ihi'm dying!" he cried out, desperately trying to appeal to his friend's tender heart.

"By the Gods, quit being so dramatic! You're fiiiine," he brushed him off, squeezing down his sides until he reached his hips. He bucked and shrieked, writhing on the ground as deep laughter burst free from his chest.

"I can't fucking breathe!" Elpenor lied, hoping that would be enough to grant him some mercy.

"That's funny, last time I checked you needed to breathe to speak. And laugh," he noted smugly. Elpenor growled and thrashed under him.

"Oh COME ON!" he whined, throwing his head back in frustration.

"Keep acting so funny, and I might not stop," he teased, reaching up to scratch under his chin. He immediately scrunched his neck and snorted, making his blush turn a shade darker.

"You cahahan't!"

"Don't tempt me."

"You sohohon of a bitch! I'll kihihill you!" he threatened through hysterical cackles when Polites used one hand to knead his hips while the other scribbled behind his ears.

"Sure you are. Now is that gonna be before, or after you laugh yourself silly?" he asked innocently, cocking his head to the side with a smug smirk. Oh that bastard.

"Just shuhuhut up! You're horrible!" he barked out before a loud squeal pierced the air, and he was back to begging and apologizing in an instant, "Wait wait wahahahait! I tahahake ihit back!"

"Yeah I bet you do," Polites mocked, grinning down at him like the sharks that trailed behind their ship.

"Fucking truce, okahahay! Plehehease I cahan't!"

"Okay! Just say you learned your lesson, and we can be done with it."

"... So do you want me to lie, or..."

Polites couldn't help but burst out laughing. He grabbed Elpenor by his shoulders, shaking him gently.

"You're insufferable!"

"I'm insufferable?"

"That's what I just said."

Elpenor groaned, letting his body go limp and flop back on the ground with a heavy thud once Polites let go.

"You're really mean, I hope you know that," he pouted, glaring at his friend, even if he didn't really mean it.

"Guess you guys are finally rubbing off on me," he teased, finally letting him go.

Suddenly, a loud yelp followed by a heavy thump and tumble could be heard from down the hall.

"WHO THE FUCK TIED ROPE TO THE FUCKING STAIRS?"

Elpenor's eyes flew wide open as he heard Perimedes scream, and Polites looked at him with a half sympathetic look.

"I'd hide if I were you."

Elpenor was already scrambling to his feet, "Yeah, no shit." He dashed down the hall turning around the corner and out of sight.

[joejhang]

i read die free or die a failure.

spoilers ahead !!! these are my thoughts and i'm a yapper.

THINGS I LIKED (in no particular order)

andrew. (i feel like i really enjoyed his characterisation even tho it wasn't accurate. like it still felt sort of like him just like he was more vocal??? more expressive??? idk like his real personality was all there. i feel like he didn't really do anything that canon andrew wouldn't do, he just did it more openly. i love the way he handled neil and i love his smartass comments he genuinely made me laugh. and yeah protective andrew is near and dear to my heart)

kevin-neil dynamic (i would include jean in this but i hate to say it i feel like jean didn't quite fit in the narrative. like he was just there. but he didn't have a LOT of personality. it's fine tho we have tsc and that's enough for me. anyway. i loved kevin and neil's sibling dynamic it was SO funny i think they deserve to have more silly brotherhood moments in canon. i also liked how the author rlly deepened their relationship and there were a lot of layers to their bond)

SETH (i'll say it till the day i die seth deserved better. i feel like dfodaf perfectly illustrates how seth could've been if he had been allowed more time and a redemption arc. maybe it was a little rushed but i LOVED the way he became like a protective older brother to neil and actually learned about his mistakes and was willing to own up to them. GOD he had so much potential)

martyr!neil (IDK I KNOW IT'S TOXIC IT WAS JUST REALLY REALLY WELL DONE. it's not completely in line w canon neil's personality tbh but i feel like the author just got one of neil's key personality traits (a penchant for self-sacrifice and getting into near death situations) and just exaggerated for narrative purposes. which i can respect. and i just genuinely think neil is the bestest boy and this is probably very similar to what he could've been like if he had grown up in the nest)

andreil build up (i say build up bc that's the part i loved most abt their relationship in this fic. like it just felt very right for them to be together romantically after everything they went thru in this fic together. and i feel like andreil is a difficult ship to rewrite and make good bc of how well nora developed the intimacy and trust between them but this fic did it right. like the amount of trust they had in each other rlly warmed my heart!!! and i'm honestly a bit of a traditionalist and i like to stick to the canon but i think within the context of this fic their relationship was developed perfectly and paced perfectly. it just felt like the final piece in the puzzle slipped into place when they actually officially got together. like it just made sense. bc they already had that pre-existing foundation of trust and consent and they already knew each other really well. and their banter!!! it was so well written and funny. they had GREAT chemistry. they cooked w this one)

THINGS I KINDA DIDN'T LIKE (no hate!!! i'm just a natural hater and these r just some criticisms)

neil. (SORRYYYY i just can't stand when they mischaracterise my boy!!!! i feel like it kind of is a personal preference but reading this fic didn't really feel like i was reading neil. i think in the first half it was fine and i wasn't bothered by it too much but by the second half it kind of took me out of the narrative. like the neil i know and love isn't this vocal or this open about like...anything. like i just felt like neil in this fic was just very like out there and a lot louder and more...talkative??? than neil in canon. and i think it bothered me a lot bc one of the things i love most abt neil is his quiet (until he's not) personality. like he's really chill and just isn't as like vocal as he was in this fic. again it's probably just me, but i just feel like the neil characterisation in this fic didn't feel quite right to me)

the dialogue (not all of it but a lot of it i remember being like oh ok. like it felt a little too...like blunt??? like the dialogue felt kind of jarring bc i feel like real ppl wouldn't speak like that. a lot of the conversations felt kind of awkward (this isn't me imposing my own like preferences onto this fic even within the narrative it didn't feel right) and i feel like a lot of what aftg does right in terms of writing is showing not telling the characters' thoughts and feelings whether thru actions or expressions. but in this fic it kind of felt like the characters were all just saying exactly what they were thinking and feeling and experiencing at all times and it kinda took me out of the story)

ok that's it. the things i liked outnumbered the things i disliked but the things i disliked were some pretty big things. STILL. i digress. i think writing such a long and complicated fic abt such a well-loved piece of writing is such a skill and i think the author did great even if there were things i personally didn't love about it. go read it PLEASE so i can discuss this w ppl. CHECK TW!!! there are a lot and this fic is very dark and very heavy and difficult to read at times. anyway. props to the author i had a great time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31265498/chapters/77287217

[inmydr3amz]

Hello!! (climbs in through your window but trips over) ehm-

i have a tinyyy little request 👀 okay, so..

~ Another house party happens (different than the one in the movie). The reader was Alyssa's friend and she was into Benj for a while but never made a move because she knew Benj was into Bailey.

~ The school incident still happened. And after that the reader and Benj became closer (somehow idk)

~ Benj gets a little drunk/high in the party , acts whiny and clingy, gets in trouble and all other stuff iykwim and the reader takes care of him.

~ Just a little fluff with kissing cuddling and affection :>

~ Benj is also into the reader btw but realizes it a little late

Thank you already!

°⋆｡drunk words, sober thoughts

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✦ synopsis: in which benj is a clingy and very honest drunk

⟡ content warnings: not proof read at all + fluff!

✦ word count: 1606

✮⋆ a/n: I always take so long im sorryyyy ⋆✮

"Bailey's a dick."

You find him hiding out in the alcove under the stairs at the very end of the hallway, by the art classroom, that empty space facing the wall and covered by the stairs so no one can see inside.

He looks up at you. His face is still red and he looks queasy, nervous. "Huh?" he asks, like he'd been so far-off mentally he didn't hear you. 

"Bailey. She's a dick," you repeat, and he just gives you a hum of acknowledgment. You hand him a chocolate bar with a little awkward smile. His favourite: an off-bran snickers, with peanut and nougat. 

He takes it. "Thanks," he whispers. The plastic of the wrapper crinkles and creases as he just fidgets with it for a moment, eyes distant and glassy.

You duck to avoid the steps sticking in as you walk further into the alcove, settling in next to him. 

Close. Not quite touching, but you can feel his body heat.

You could almost laugh, one of those pitiful, sad laughs as you watch him take a small and defeated bite of the chocolate.

You lean your head back against the wall behind you, just looking at his profile. "I thought it was cute," you say.

He glances up at you, a small flicker of hoping lighting up his pretty eyes. "Really?"

You nod, smiling a little. "Yeah. You're really good. If Bailey was really as into you as she said, she would've liked it. Any girl would've liked it."

"Yeah, but she didn't. God, that was so fucking embarrassing," he whimpers, sliding down the wall and burying his face in his hands. "I'm gonna be the cringey musical guy who got rejected in front of the entire school for forever."

You run your hand into his soft hair, brush it back. "You're too in your head about this. Do you know many people are in this school? Everyone's gonna forget about this in, like, two weeks max. Besides, you're only a freshman. Everybody does stupid, embarrassing shit in their freshman year."

He doesn't sit up or unhide his face, but he does peek an eye up at you. "Did you?"

You laugh, scrunching your face up as you cringe remembering yourself as a freshman. "Of course, I did."

"Like what?" he mumbles against his hands.

Normally you wouldn't open that vault but this is for the greater good. A heavy sigh as you try and pick a moment. "Um . . . one time I bled through my pants and no one told me. I didn't realize until I'd bled literally all over the chair."

He lets out a little huff of what could be a laugh. "That's bad but not as bad."

"That's 'cause I'm not as good at singing as you are, so that was never an option for me."

He smiles behind his hands and finally uncovers his face. "Thanks," he murmurs.

You nudge your shoulder with his. "Anytime. And, hey, if you do get exiled from your social life for this, you always have me."

Benj snorts. "Yeah, Alyssa will never let me hang out with you two."

"I'll deal with her," you say. You're quiet for a moment, mulling over what you're about to say. "Or . . . we could always just hang out. Just you and me."

His eyes widen, face flushing a little. "Really?"

A small shoulder, you nudge your shoulder with his again. "Yeah."

★

Benj and Alyssa are already at the kitchen counter having breakfast when you walk in through the side door. Bailey isn't there because she stopped coming in at breakfast—and coming over in general—so often after what happened.

"Good morning," you smile, ruffling Benj's hair. Then you hold his shoulders from behind, lean down to speak in his ear. "Party tonight. You coming?"

"Freshmen aren't allowed," Alyssa interjects quickly. 

"They are if they're plus-ones," you argue. "So, you coming? You'll be my plus-one."

He grins. "Yeah, I'll be there." He holds out a piece of bacon from his breakfast for you over his shoulder. 

You let out a little "yay!" and bite it out of his hand. 

His cheeks are pink and he's a little light-headed, dazed as he watches you walk over to Alyssa.

★

He deserves this. Anyone would deserve this after the social murder that was the way Bailey brutally humiliated him in front of everyone at the assembly.

And so Benj is very much drunk. He'd never drank before so he was already enough of a tipsy lightweight early into the night, but a game of beer pong (which he totally crushed, by the way) just did him in.

You're sitting in the corner of the couch on your own, scrolling through your phone because you don't really talk to Bailey anymore and Alyssa is still trying to get Nicole back when a wasted Benj collapses across you, head on your chest as he giggles.

You let out a surprised squeak before softening up when you realize it's him and pocketing your phone, petting his hair.

"Hi," you say amused.

He hooks his chin on your chest and looks up at you, all flushed and pink and giddy. "Hi," he hiccups, still giggling. "Did you see me playing? I was good." (See?) "Wasn't I good?"

He practically purrs as you scratch his head. "Yeah, I saw. You were good."

He just stays there, content as you pet him. Eventually you sigh and pat his shoulder.

"Ok, up," you say.

He whines. "I don't want toooo."

"Benj," you scold. 

He pouts up at you. "Why?"

"Because I want a drink."

Benj perks up at that. "I want one too," he slurs.

"No. You've had enough."

He whines again but eventually huffs and rolls off you anyway. "Fine, mom." You snorts as you stand up. "Wait! Wait, wait, wait—" He almost falls over as he scrambles off the couch and throws his arms around your shoulders from behind. 

It's now that you realize you're going to be dealing with a clingy baby all night, no matter how cute. 

He spends the entire time hanging off of you, an arm around you at all times. He's whiney, refusing to let you separate from him for even a moment.

. . . That is until he gets dragged off by some Juniors to do god-knows-what.

It takes you a whole 5 minutes before you give up on being alone and start looking for him and another 10 before you find him.

He's outside in the backyard sharing a blunt with the Juniors who dragged him away.

Oh, jesus christ.

You quickly walk over to him, tugging on his arm. "Benj, what're you doing?"

He turns around and—oh god help you. 

He's got marker all over his face, drawn-on sunglasses and a doobie at the corner of his mouth and "drugs" across his forehead and a penis on his cheek and just a bunch of shit he definitely didn't draw.

"Y/N!" he exclaims excitedly like a toddler. 

"You've gotta be kidding me . . . ," you mumble. Sighing, you make him get rid of his blunt and pull at his arm, forcing him to stand. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

He pouts as you pull him into the house and weave through the crowd. "It's not that bad."

You pull him into the first empty bathroom you find and close the door, sitting him on the closer toilet. You stand between his legs, push his hair back. "Trust me, baby, it is."

You turn to find a cloth and dab it in water and soap and he slumps back like a toddler, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"I'm mad at you," he grumbles. 

You let out a breath of laughter. "Are you now?"

"Yes. I didn't want to leave and I don't want you to clean my face."

"Too bad." You settle back in between his legs with the damp cloth and hold his chin despite his protests and attempts at being defiant. "Benj, please? Your mom will be really mad if you come home looking like this, you know?" you say like you're speaking to a child. 

You can see his face change as he considers this until he finally concedes, realizing you're right. "Fine," he mumbles. 

"Thank you."

You rub at his face, slowly but surely cleaning the sharpie mask off. Occasionally he hisses or pouts and turns away when you go too hard. 

At some point, his hands go to your thighs and just holds you. 

When you're done, you turn around and put the cloth in the sink. You go for the door but he tightens his grip on your thighs and pulls you back, drops his forehead onto your stomach. 

You stiffen a little, eyes wide in shock. "Benj—"

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, nuzzling your stomach. "You're so nice to me and I'm being mean."

You sigh, running your hands into his hair. "It's ok."

He wraps his arms all the way around your thighs and hugs them. "You're so nice to me. So nice . . . And you're so pretty. So pretty. So pretty, so soft, so perfect . . . ," he babbles, half drunk, half high. He pulls his face away and looks up at you, eyes dazed. Then his face flickers like he just realized something. "Oh my god."

"What?" you ask, caressing his face. 

"It's you." He kisses the skin of your stomach that's been exposed from his nuzzles lifting your shirt. "I love you."

He's a very honest drunk.

You lean down and peck his lips because you can't, in good conscience, do anything else. "Tell me that again when you're sober, yeah?"

[gloryundimmed]

Get to know the mun ! repost, don’t reblog .

——— BASICS.

NICK NAME : Gray/Grayson

PRONOUNS : He/him

ZODIAC SIGN : Aquarius— fits me, right?

TAKEN OR SINGLE : Single, but a flirt and I'm sorry

ANYTHING ELSE ? : Nah I'm just chillin'

——— THREE SERIOUS FACTS.

I currently make money off of freelancing in web design and graphic design. I've worked for four literary journals now in some capacity, and I usually take the roll of web editor/graphic designer plus a reader. I'm also the web editor for my school's newspaper. My hands are always full, but that's the way I like it. I like commotion and stimulation.

I tend to keep people at an arms length even if I don't mean to, so if I ever feel distant, I apologize. I can just get weird when I'm too attached to someone, and I hate that feeling. Though it comes back to bite me in the ass because sometimes I feel like I have a ton of friends and I'm very social and love people, but I've got no "best friends."

I've got ADHD, which in my case means that I say yes to anything new and shiny despite how busy I may be. Sometimes I can be bad at gauging how much I can do at once, which leads to things slipping off my plate. Plus, the executive dysfunction is real af and I sometimes need a kick in the ass to get things done. Sorryyyy but you love me, right?

——— THREE RANDOM FACTS.

I have a dog named Romeo and I love him soooooo much

Death and knowing I'll die one day doesn't really scare me. Not that I want to die or anything, but letting people down scares me much, much more. It's my worst fear yet I feel like it happens all the time.

I love attending concerts, and music is a big inspiration for my writing. I'm always listening to something!

——— EXPERIENCE.

I've been into creative writing since I was at least 12, and at that age I began rp on a website called wetpaint.com with an elf OC because I was so into LOTR back then. Shortly after, I made an OC named Jake who I wrote with a lot. Wetpaint was like wordpress, a service where you could create little privately owned websites that could be made for any purpose with a forum/comment-like setup on most pages, and I would write with my in-person friends. I took a bit of a break from rp in my first three years of high school, but still wrote short stories. During my senior year, I got back into the rp scene, but that time here on tumblr. I've been writing here on and off ever since, with the creation of Kai in July 2014. Currently, I'm getting my bachelors in creative writing, so I guess that might count as experience, too. Sometimes I even write fanfiction lmao.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE.

Gosh, idk. I tend to go for a lot of different types of muses as long as they are written well and don't feel empty. I do lean toward more action/fantasy/romance than regular slice of life or platonic stuff, though. The muses I find most interesting have a lot of depth. I tend to find people with 20+ muses on their blog a little intimidating because I can't imagine having so many and it's hard to choose between them all. Also, it may not be true, but sometimes I can't help but think if they have so many, they can't possibly be at the depth that I'm looking for, but I'm probably just wrong on that. I barely have my 6 guys and write Kai the most of all, so it's hard for me to understand.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT.

FLUFF : I think I like cute stuff as much as the next guy. Sometimes I can find it a little boring, though. LMAO

ANGST : I LOVE angst. I love two characters who don't get along or have some sort of friction between them. It's my lifeblood, and that's probably obvious to see since I have a muse like Kai as my main. Conflict, heartbreak, violence, despair— I love it all.

SMUT : Can you guess? Again, with a muse like Kai, I think its clear that writing sex and sexuality is a big part of my journey as a writer. It's not a must-have for me in any rp, but it certainly spices things up and goes hand in hand with angst. Anything you catch me writing solo is bound to have smut in it somewhere, and I'm not afraid to admit it. Sex is such a huge part of life for a lot of people, and I think the Puritan guilt of society has caused many to shy away from it. I strive to be a sex-positive writer. If it's not your bag, though, I can certainly understand that as well.

——— PLOT / MEMES : They don't call me the idea guy for nothing! I love plotting, even if it doesn't always come to fruition or never comes to fruition. Plotting sustains me. It has the thrill of imagining scenes without having to go through the slog of writing them. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoy writing, but I don't always have the energy to roll up my sleeves and get to it. I also love memes! Any meme someone sends feels like a love letter to me and my muses. They're great because they can start things off with no plotting required. I send them in as often as I can, but sometimes I'm not around and don't see them.

TAGGED BY : @shishitoren-vc tyvm!! love u

TAGGING: @lured-into-wonderland @incandescentia @eraba-reta-unmei and anyone else who wants to. I chose some people I don't know as well but would like to!

[lowkeychenle]

Lost & Wayward [NJM] (2)

Description: After the worst couple weeks of your life, you finally break down in the middle of an alleyway. Jaemin hears you and comes to comfort you, and little do you know, he's about to change your life--in more ways than one.

Genre: Fluff/Eventual smut

Content Warnings: I'm thinking maybe I'll put smut in the next part but for now still just fluff sorryyyy

Word Count: 2,833

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader (Canon!AU so all the Dreamies will be mentioned/appear)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Lost & Wayward Mini-Masterlist

Juliet's Masterlist

It’s been a couple days since you’ve heard from Jaeseok. You’ve come to enjoy his company, even if it’s only electronic. You also haven’t received any updates from Minji. You try not to worry, but this is the opportunity of a lifetime.

Although not hearing from Jaeseok put a damper on you. You hope Minji will get back to you soon so you can have a reason to text him. Logically, you know he’s busy with something. The man works crazy hours apparently, because he’s always there…wherever there is.

Minji doesn’t call you until the end of the week. She comes with good news, though—you got the job, and you’d be starting the following Monday. In three days.

You debate even telling Jaeseok at all. If he wants to talk to you, certainly he’d do it, right?

Mid-thought, your phone dings.

Jaeseok (6:34pm): sorry i’ve been mia…things have been really hectic here. how are you doing?

Oh, for the love of God. This man was too caring and nice for his own good. You try to think of what to send back, but you draw a blank. You’ll have to just tell him what’s on your mind, apparently.

You (6:35pm): no worries! i figured you were suuuuper busy considering they give you breaks for dinner instead of just letting you go home Jaeseok (6:35pm): clever You (6:36pm): you wish you could be as clever as me Jaeseok (6:36pm): you got me there. any job updates?? i’m on the edge of my seat and i’ve gotten zero texts :( You (6:38pm): Minji called me a little earlier today. i got it!! i’m so freaking excited Jaeseok (6:38pm): HELL YEAH Jaeseok (6:38pm): didn’t doubt u for a second

You pause. You’ve talked to him via text nearly every day, all day except the last few. Unfortunately, you also get attached easily. You can only hope this friendship will last. He’s been the best friend you’ve ever had in the course of a week.

Jaeseok (6:40pm): are you doing anything to celebrate?! this is seriously great stuff You (6:41pm): unfortunately u are the only friend i have…what am i gonna do if u can’t hang bc u’re working Jaeseok (6:41pm): first of all…unfortunately?? i’m so offended right now Jaeseok (6:42pm): and second of all, u don’t need to do anything crazy. just go…get your favorite meal or something. u deserve it You (6:43pm): are u working? Jaeseok (6:44pm): nope. dogsitting for my shithead friend You (6:44pm): come with me

When it takes a few minutes for him to respond, your brain whirls. You shouldn’t have done that. He’s probably only being friendly because he feels obligated. You’re the one who broke down in the alleyway, and the longer you think about it, the longer you wish you could erase that. What he saw was probably the worst version of you. Great.

You (6:50pm): sorry if that was weird…i don’t know why i would say something like that Jaeseok (7:34pm): holy shit i’m so sorry! this dog is driving me up a wall and i didn’t see you texted. it’s definitely not weird to ask and i really really wish i could come celebrate with you but i’ll have to raincheck ):

You don’t even have the courage to text him back. Instead, you turn off your phone and toss it to the side. None of this should really upset you—he’s extremely busy. Seeing him that night must have been a major fluke, and you’d rather talk to him via text when he had time versus not at all.

At about 9pm, you get an Instagram update notification that Chenle posted. You click on it absentmindedly, pausing at the photo. It’s Chenle, Jaemin, and Daegal. Jaemin cradles Daegal to his chest and pouts at Chenle.

The caption reads, “I’m gone for three hours, and now Jaemin doesn’t want to give her back…”

For some reason, it makes you stop and think. You like the post, close the Instagram app, and open your messages with Jaeseok.

You (9:12pm): how’s dogsitting? Jaeseok (9:15pm): ahhh my friend came to get her a little bit ago…i need to get a pet

That’s one hell of a coincidence. You slide to the Instagram app once more, noting Jaemin’s blue hair. With your heart sinking in your chest, you shake your head. There’s no way.

No. Way.

Plus, Jaeseok wouldn’t lie to you like that. Not about something like this.

You (9:21pm): maybe try cats…if dogs are too much work for u Jaeseok (9:22pm): plus we all know cats are superior You (9:23pm): i’m gonna go to sleep…we’ll celebrate soon? i start work monday Jaeseok (9:24pm): as soon as i can! promise (:

The start of Monday is absolutely hectic. You get your own office up on the third floor. It’s everything you ever could’ve wanted, and you feel as if Jaeseok really is your good luck charm. Not only is this better than your dream job you lost, but it also pays nearly double what you were making.

It’s only when you’ve settled in that you realize your job is hyper-specific. Yes, you work in marketing, but more specifically, you do NCT Dream’s marketing. You almost choked on your water when you saw that on your paperwork.

And unbeknownst to you, you’d receive a visit from the group later in the day. You’re going through the paperwork the previously employed person left for you when a knock sounds at your door.

Your head shoots up and you allow whoever it is to come in. Mark walks in first, a smile on his face. You try to stop your jaw from dropping, but it gives way slightly anyway.

The other boys—the other six—tumble in the door afterward.

“We like to welcome new staff members,” Mark says, holding out an envelope. “It’s nothing crazy, just a card. But I hope we’ll all work well together.”

You grin, surprised your vocal chords work. “Thank you so much. I’m very excited for the opportunity, and I’m sure I can help you guys achieve great things.”

Your eyes scan over the boys, heart stuttering when you see Jaemin. His dark roots are starting to show through the bright blue, but you’re sure the hair stylists will fix it.

They all introduce themselves to you, even though you’re positive they’re all aware you know who they are, and you follow suit after. Again, you find your gaze wandering to Jaemin. He’s staring right back at you.

They leave shortly after their introductions, leaving you alone in your office to ponder on how to wake yourself up. This has to be a dream, but no matter how hard you pinch yourself, it’s not working.

With coincidences adding up, you decide to test your insane theory about Jaeseok being freaking Na Jaemin.

You (12:23pm): guess what

As you suspect, it takes him quite a while to respond.

Jaeseok (1:35pm): hmmm what You (1:38pm): i met nct dream. like for realllll. but also idk if i’m supposed to tell you that? but you’re my only friend so ig do with that what you will Jaeseok (1:39pm): are we close enough for you to tell me your bias now? i’ve been so curious

You grin. Let the games begin.

You (1:39pm): guess Jaeseok (1:40pm): Jisung You (1:40pm): love jisung, but he is so baby Jaeseok (1:41pm): alright then…no baby men. okay what about Mark? You (1:42pm): you’re distracting me from work with your incorrect answers dude Jaeseok (1:42pm): you always distract me from work. call it payback. andddd can you just tell me who it is??? i’ll just go down the list in age order smh You (1:43pm): ooooh you’re a dream stan too if you know age order. okay okay my bias is Chenle!! i want to be daegal’s mom Jaeseok (1:45pm): chenle?! why him????? why daegal’s mom??????? You (1:45pm): the man has the voice of an angel and a jawline for days. why wouldn’t i want to be daegal’s mom Jaeseok (1:46pm): that’s so foul that you only like him for his face You (1:47pm): and to think i was gonna tell you my second fave too… Jaeseok (1:48pm): tell me immediately You (1:49pm): i’ll just tell you the list in order Jaeseok (1:49pm): i’m waiting You (1:50pm): Chenle, Haechan, Renjun, Mark, Jeno, Jisung, Jaemin Jaeseok (1:51pm): ok now wait a minute because you said no babies but jisung is higher than jaemin??????? make it make sense

Even though he’s all but confirming your suspicion of who he is, you can’t help but laugh. What are the odds? Na Jaemin finds you crying on the street and comforts you? You thought you’d be a bit more upset about this, but in reality, you get it. He was nice enough to want to check in on you, regardless of his fame status and busy schedule.

Either way, you let him stew for a little bit. You actually do have some work to do planning for Dream’s upcoming comeback, so you put your phone away for a while. At the end of your first day, you gather up your things and send a text back.

You (5:46pm): Jaemin is the ultimate baby…that’s not a bad thing!! Jaeseok (5:47pm): but CHENLE is ALSO baby You (5:47pm): he’s a meanie and that’s how i like my men Jaeseok (5:48pm): the longer we talk the more i am convinced u need therapy… You (5:49pm): i’ll have you know i tried that and it didn’t work Jaeseok (5:50pm): jaemin is not more baby than chenle and jisung You (5:50pm): prove it

You grin to yourself as you walk out of your office. Waiting by the elevator, you press the button and scroll through Instagram on your phone. You find the picture Chenle posted from last night and linger on it for a few moments. Could you call him out? That’d be too much, wouldn’t it? He’d probably stop talking to you. At this point, you were happy to say he’s a friend, whether he’s really Jaeseok or if he’s Jaemin.

When the doors slide open, you walk in with a smile on your face until you’re confronted with Chenle, Jisung, and Jaemin. You blink in shock, obviously still not used to being in their presence. Bowing your head, you smile at them before turning toward the front. Nerves poke along your spine the longer you’re in there with them. They’re all incredibly nice, so the intimidation factor must be in your head.

You decide to test your theory a little further. You pull out your phone.

You (5:57pm): i see u cannot. i’m always right, u should know that if we’re friends

Mere seconds after you hit send, you hear something buzz behind you. You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling.

You (5:57pm): hope work isn’t killing u. that would suck to lose my only friend like that

It buzzes. Again.

“(Y/N),” Chenle says.

You clear your throat and glance over your shoulder at him. “Yes?”

“We’re about to go grab dinner. Our manager’s waiting outside if you want to come along with us?”

You look down at your watch, pursing your lips. It’s almost 6pm. You’re not sure if you’re supposed to hang out with them, but when he’s offering so nicely, how could you say no? You exchange looks with Jaemin and Jisung as well before nodding.

“Sure, why not?”

Everything you see about their friendships in videos is true. They have the same personalities on and off camera, which is pretty rare for people in the spotlight.

You didn’t decide the seating arrangement, but you ended up next to Chenle and across from Jisung. Chenle tells you a story about Daegal from the other day, Jisung listens to it even though he’s probably already heard it before, and Jaemin quietly eats his food.

“You know, you elbowed Jaemin in the face in the Broken Melodies performance video,” you tell Chenle.

“His face bumped into my elbow. He shouldn’t have been so close,” Chenle replies, sending a sly grin over at Jaemin. “He’s alright.”

“I can’t believe they left that in there.” Jaemin chuckles, running his fingers through his hair.

You pull out your phone, almost gasping when you see the time. “It’s almost nine.”

“Yeah, we don’t really get a ton of evenings to ourselves,” Jisung says. “I’m honestly surprised we got out as early as we did today.”

You feel bad for them, truly. They barely get a free moment, and here they are, bringing you along for it. By the time 9:30 comes around, the boys prepare to leave. As much as you vehemently say no, Jaemin pays for everyone’s food. You all climb into the van, and the manager drives everyone home. Jisung is the first to be dropped off, then Chenle, and then you.

You sit in the car alone with Na Jaemin, awkwardly avoiding conversation with him. He glances at you occasionally, but he’s too respectful to stare.

“You live by yourself?” he asks, shattering the silence between the two of you.

Thankfully, the darkness obscures your blush. “Yeah, I do.”

“And you usually walk?” Jaemin’s dark eyebrows furrow, his head slightly tilting to the side. “That doesn’t seem safe.”

“I’ve been doing it for years. Really, it’s fine.”

The car stops outside of your apartment building. You go to open the door, but Jaemin reaches out and grabs your wrist. Recoiling in shock, you look between his hand and his face.

“Sorry,” he says, letting you go. “But…I live down the street. You should let me at least walk you home when I can.”

“I appreciate the thought, but I really don’t need that. And the last thing you need is for someone to take it the wrong way.” You reach out for the door handle again. “Thank you for dinner. That was really kind of you.”

He pauses, letting out a small sigh. “Just…don’t worry about my end of things. You shouldn’t be walking home alone. Especially now that you work with us.”

“I’ll consider it. Goodnight, Jaemin.”

“Goodnight.”

As soon as you’re inside your apartment, your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out, a smile forming on your face on its own accord when you see who the notification is from.

Jaeseok (9:58pm): luckily for you, your only friend is still alive. You (9:59pm): ah yes, so lucky Jaeseok (9:59pm): also i don’t need to prove jaemin isn’t a baby, you’ll see eventually. they all do You (10:00pm): who is they? Jaeseok (10:00pm): everyone Jaeseok (10:01pm): but that’s besides the point. i hope you’re enjoying your new job You (10:02pm): loving it. especially considering I spent the whole evening talking to Chenle about Daegal Jaeseok (10:03pm): just chenle? You (10:04pm): wouldn’t u like to know Jaeseok (10:04pm): don’t ditch me for chenle. i will be very upset You (10:05pm): idk…chenle hangs out with me at least…

He should really just tell you. At this point, you have an NDA signed, so it’s not like there’s much you could say to anyone anyway. After hearing the way he talked to you in the car, you’re certain Jaeseok and Jaemin are the same person. Without a doubt.

Now, you just have to come up with a way to get him to admit it. Or you could call him out on it, but that’s nowhere near as fun.

That night, you toss and turn, unable to fall asleep. It seems like you’re not the only one—your phone buzzes against your nightstand.

Jaeseok (12:03am): there’s something i need to tell you.

So much for sleeping tonight…

You (12:05am): it better be good, cuz i’m trying to sleep Jaeseok (12:05am): depends on your definition of good i guess. i think this would be easier in person. can i come see you? You (12:05am): when? Jaeseok (12:06am): right now

Nerves blossom in your stomach at the thought. You stare at the conversation a bit longer than you should before shooting out of bed and trying to make yourself look presentable. Your phone buzzes again.

Jaeseok (12:10am): i really need to see you

You can’t say no to that. Your palms sweat at the idea of him coming to your apartment. At the end of the day, you’re fairly certain Jaeseok is Jaemin. But even if he’s not, knowing you have someone who craves to see you in person is a new sensation for you. It doesn’t matter who he is. He’s your friend.

You text him your exact address.

Jaeseok (12:12am): be there in ten

[missamyrisa2]

Hii~ I'm kinda shy when it comes to interacting with other people who like this fetish too buuuuut...👉👈

Can you tickle and tease my belly and pearl until I go into a gigglegasm?

I love your stuff! ^^

Awwwwe my cutttieee~~ it's okay to be bashfullll~ butttt mmmh

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Gooood coochie coooochie girl~ Now that you're opened up a littleee we'lll take the brush and just bareeeely graze that lil pearly ~ we don't want to rush it now mmmh mhh ~ and this cute trembly bellly with that twitchy sweet navel? Oooh yes, I see that bellybuttonnn ~ don't think I don't see itttt~ we're gonna kissss mmhmm~ give me those giggliess now you lovely shy gigglegirl~ let it alll out for your Amyyy~ I'll kiss everyyy giggly bounce as you feeeel this soft soft girly girly brush gliding up and down your pearly pearl~ But onlyyy the lightest of tickles yesss, and gentlest of kissiess~ muuuah muah muah muahh soffft plush lipsss on that bouncy tummyyy ~ do you like my kissess? yeahh? How about my blush brush, blushing up your adorable royal button~ maybeee side to side? ooh, that's a reaction. The skipppy skippy dooo with my brush, bounce bounce on your pearllll? Tickle tickle~ ticklish pearl~

Do you wanna gigglecum? Yeahh? Keep that girly area open my snickerdoodleee ~ I'll make you feeel sooo good ~ awww, do you like when the brush twirls like that on your swollen cute girly button? You wanna cum? Would you like toooo? Yes? No? You dooo? You want to have an orgasm triggered by ticklesss? A ticklegassssm? Is your pearl sooo wanting and neeedyyyy just so bothered and worked up and tiiiiickled? Tell me all about it darlinggg~ I wanna hear everything you're feeling ~ and I'll just brush my lips on your lower belly now~ bounce it out, giggle it out and give me allll your giggles and ticklish confessions~ Brushy brushy boooo the siiides of your pearlyyyy side to sideee swirlyyy swirlyyy~

Awww you wanna snickercum? Okayyyy go ahead sweetieee but ooh I'm not making it easy am I? Just those light feathery brushes on your pearlyyyy while I kisss your tummy and squeeze your side? Is it hard to focus on one sensation like that awwwwe sorryyyy but that's what cutie pies neeeed ~ you're cute and adorable and you neeed to be teased like thisss ~ this is good for youuu~ how about a little tappppy tooo? Lil tappy tickles on your girly part? Let's let ms brush have a break and just entertain your quivering thighssss with brushiesss while I get thissss wiggly finger and let it dip into your bellybutton in and outttt and in and outtt ~ awww I knowww you're sooo worked up and hot in your royal girly area huh~ tickle tickle tickle~

And now lets get this other wiiiigly single finger and we're gonna tappy tap liiightly on that pearl. Ooh yesss darling ~ I'm gonna single finger ticklegasm youuu mmhmmm ~ just oneee finger stroking and poking that navel and one finger lovingly caressing that pearlyyy with the lightest of touches, just the tip of my finger on the tip of your button~ the sliiightest touchh and you'll lay there and take ittt because you wannnt that gigglecum don't yaaa ~ mmh you're adorable and sweet and you're gonna ticklegassm and then I'm gonna tickleee tickle tickle youuuu until you're a fuzzy pile ooh yesss ~ go ahead and let go just let it out gigglegasm for me and then I'm gonna blushy brush your sweeet pearl all the way through and raspberry this bellyyyy until you're a messy melted fluff ~

and then we're gonna snickersnuggle ~ my arms holding you to meee as I keep that belly bouncing with endlessss teasing ticklesss~<3

[the-world-wont-listenn]

Oooh my god finally re-watched the death cure and good god. (Mild mentions of the books)

Teresa is so fucking overhated for what? If you can forgive Aris in the books for his betrayal then you can forgive Teresa too. Also, yes, Newt's death was sad but I think that it could have been made more sad if minho, Brenda, Jorge etc had arrived just as he had stabbed himself and had grieved with Thomas it would've been a lot sadder because it shows how much they all care for him rather than just Thomas who obviously cares about him but I think as a fandom we majorly overlook the fact that he was also best friends with minho (who also deserved a letter) and alby and gally and the rest of the boys from the glade, not just Thomas. I know that that's not how it goes in the books but to see that on screen I feel like it would've made for a much more emotional scene rather than just Thomas grieving alone. Back to teresa, I personally think that her death was a lot more emotional than newts for many reasons.

1. She didn't jump onto the ship because she knew that minho, gally, newt (maybe Thomas) hadn't forgiven her for her betrayal so she couldn't forgive herself until she had their forgiveness, therefore, her death was her final act of duty towards them to show her love for those boys, even if she didn't go about showing it in the best way all of the time.

2. She had only just gotten Thomas back when he was shot and almost died in her arms which you can see the love in both of their faces and the passion in their kiss from pure relief and love for each other which is obviously both romantic and platonic (idc I will never be a newtmas shipper sorryyyy).

And I know that people are going to whip out the 'BUT SHE BETRAYED THEMMMMM' she thought that it was for the greater good and in the end, it kind of was because they found out that Thomas was the cure, they got all of their friends back and only a few extra people died in the process that probably would've gotten bitten anyway, which saved many more lives with finding the cure. After everything she went through, WCKD saved Teresa and there's no denying that, they saved her from her mother who ripped out her own eyes due to the virus, they saved her from the virus and they gave her somewhere to live. I'm obviously not excusing WCKD's acts but for the most part, their intentions were there but weren't laid out in the most humane way possible but in the end, they did actually get what they needed and what did help the world.

My next ramble is about Sonya, Aris and harriet. Good god. I love them, I love their dynamic, I love their relationships with each other. I just love them, they're my favorite characters.

I think that newt is heavily overrated and, to be honest, the fandom is incredibly weird about him. Newt has been confirmed as gay, he's not straight for you, he's not your little newtie, he's not y/ns boyfriend. He's a gay man, accept that. You can think he's attractive but for the love of all things holy, respect his sexuality. There are so many other straight characters in maze runner, please leave the only canonically gay character alone and stop being fucking weird.

I can't think of anything else to say but if I do I'll add it. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk 🤗🤗