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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 8 months ago

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prompt 8 and 14 (shy readers first time) and moms bsf wanda

You Were Red and You Liked Me Because I Was Blue

Mom's bsf!Wanda Maximoff x shy!innocent!Romanoff!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, age gap relationship (W=35, R=20) W calls herself Mommy, use of pet names, W fingers R

A/N: I worked on this all day while I didn't feel good and I have a killer headache at the moment so if I missed any warning I'm sorry. I can't think anymore.

The air was cold, without snow falling to distract you it felt unbearable to be waiting for your ride back home for break. Unfortunately you mom was off on a work trip until 3 days before Christmas so instead her best friend, Wanda would be picking you up.

Normally Wanda would have also been preoccupied this time of year, but since her and Vision finalized their divorce and custody of the boys, Vision would be getting them Christmas break first.

You couldn't imagine what that must be like for Wanda. Suddenly after 10 years of family tradition she was alone again and Wanda being alone was never a good thing. You'd known Wanda for a long time. After Natasha helped take down the red room she'd taken you, the youngest widow on the ship under her wing. The day you gained Natasha as a mom, you also gained an aunt Yelena. You had always heard stories of the famous Black Widow that got away and you'd seen Yelena training with others the greatest child assassin the world has ever known. Though you know her now as Auntie Lena who eats Mac and cheese straight out of the pot.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when you see the familiar red subaru ascent. Wanda pulled up with a smile as you opened up the trunk to set your luggage in before quickly getting in the passenger seat with a shiver. Wanda pulled you into her arms, your body instantly heating from her contact.

“Hi sweetheart. How was the flight in?” She asked near your ear, making your heart skip a beat as you pulled back, trying to calm your body down.

“It was fine. Better than having you drive five hours to come grab me.” You told her as you put on your seat belt.

“I wouldn't have minded a 5 hour road trip with you sweet girl.” You bit the inside of your cheek at her words, choosing to stare out the window as she pulled away from the airport.

With Wanda's help you brought your luggage into the house and headed to your room to finally lie down and stretch out. The flight was only an hour and a half and the car ride back was about a half hour. You had barley acknowledged Wanda when she said about her starting on dinner instead choosing to go shower and clean yourself up.

You'd been told that even though you're an adult your mom wanted Wanda there with you. She said it was so you could keep an eye on the other. For Wanda it was so you'd stay out of trouble and for you it was to keep Wanda company. Natasha knew what it was like for Wanda to be alone.

What you and Natasha didn't know though was Wanda had fawned over you since she met you. When Natasha first introduced you and Yelena you always hid away. A little mouse making little to no noise as you moved. Even your thoughts were quiet to Wanda. It was something she found solace in around you. She knew what had happened to you and the other widows. Though you were next step of perfecting what Drekovy wanted out of the widows, total control they had perfected and for you, the only survivor of your age group, an enhanced super soldier serum. It gave you all the same enhancements as Steve and Bucky, but you stayed small, unassuming so no one ever saw you coming.

“Y/N! Dinner's ready sweet girl!” Wanda called up as you looked over yourself in the mirror, the scars lining your arms, shoulders, chest. They were everywhere.

You took the stairs two at a time, hair still damp, but Wanda's cooking smelt too good to keep her waiting. She looked up from moving things from the counter to the dining table. Natasha always used to have these ‘family meals’ where her parents, Yelena, Wanda, Vision, and the boys would come over. They stopped happening when Wanda and Vision decided to get the divorce. A smile was on Wanda's face,

“I made your favorite. Help me move it over to the table.” You happily helped out so the two of you could eat dinner together.

As Wanda was cleaning up and insisting that you go relax on the couch and get a movie ready you watched her from the couch, forgoing a movie and putting on The Office instead. You needed the background noise because to you your thoughts felt so loud that Wanda must be able to hear you if you didn't have something distracting her.

As she finished up and sat next to you she gave no indication of hearing your thoughts which she often did to those around her. Her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against her as if you were two magnets. You bit the corner of your lips trying to watch the show.

You knew Wanda was experienced obviously, she has twins. You on the other hand haven't even gotten the opportunity to kiss a girl or a boy or anyone because from the day you met Wanda all you ever wanted was her. You'd never tell her that though.

She was with Vision when you met her nearly 13 years ago. With everything that happened after that with Thanos and then defeating him without the loss of half the population you could just live life normally for the first time.

Wanda's hand found your thigh, rubbing gently as she watched the show, one the two of you have watched multiple times over the years. You enjoyed sitcoms like she did along with being introduced to reality TV which is just a guilty pleasure really.

“W-Wands…” your voice was barely a whisper and Wanda pretended not to hear you. Not even when you started squirming under her touch as her hand grew closer to your hot center. Her hand squeezed you as you let out a little whimper. “Wands…” you tried again, trying to be louder, but you couldn't. Once again your plea goes unacknowledged as her pinky brushes against your clit, your hands fly down to her wrist. She finally looks at you. You don't dare look at her.

“What's wrong sweet girl?” She asks so innocently as if she has no idea what she's doing.

“W-Wands…I…you…” you fumble with your words. Her other hand reaches your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“What about us sweet girl?” You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. She pulls you onto her lap, her hands resting on your hips. “Just watch the show sweet girl. Let Mommy play.” You felt like fireworks went off in your stomach. Sure you'd heard the boys call Wanda Mommy and yeah you'd heard her call herself Mommy over the years, but never in the tone she just used and never directed at you.

You felt like everything on you was burning except for Wanda's hands that were always cold and clad in rings. You did as told keeping your eyes on the screen until you felt her hand push past your waistband. Your hands once again grabbing her wrist, not because you didn't want her to, you really wanted her too. You were nervous.

“W-Wands…I've never…” Wanda moved forward, tilting her head to look at you.

“Not ever at college?” She questioned. You shook your head.

“N-not even a kiss…” you admitted. Wanda's hand leaving your shorts and moving to your face.

“These precious lips haven't kissed anyone else?” You shook your head, “So I'll be your first?” She asked pulling you closer. All you could manage as your heart pounded was a soft ‘mhmm’ before her lips touched yours.

As her lips meet yours, it's a gentle yet electrifying sensation, sending waves of warmth cascading through you. Wanda's touch is tender, guiding you through this unfamiliar territory with ease and patience. With each fleeting moment, you feel yourself melting into her embrace, the world around you fading into the background.

When Wanda pulls back, there's a brief moment of hesitation, as if time itself is holding its breath. You find yourself lost in her gaze, a mixture of emotions swirling within you – anticipation, vulnerability, and a newfound courage. Slowly, a soft smile tugs at the corners of Wanda's lips, her eyes sparkling with tenderness.

With a gentle brush of her fingers against your cheek, Wanda whispers words of reassurance, her voice a soothing melody in the stillness of the room. And as you lean into her touch, a sense of peace settles within you.

The night carried on without Wanda trying to slip past your shorts instead she kept stealing kisses late into the night before deciding it was time for bed. It was when you moved you could feel just how wet you'd before and you freeze, your thighs smacking tightly together. Wanda stopped, a tug on your hand.

“What's wrong sweet girl?” She looked back at you, confusion etched on her face.

“It…its..icky…” you squirmed and Wanda smirked, taking two steps towards you.

“Don't worry my sweet girl,” she tilted your head up, “Mommy is going to take good care of you.” Her breath against your lip, her voice sweet and thick with her accent, the one you heard all those years ago. Your legs want to turn to jelly.

Wanda wasn't expecting you to stay quiet once her fingers slipped past your wet folds, but you did. Little breathy moans, small whimpers, tiny pleas fell past your lips as your face burned and your eyes screwed shut.

“Don't close your eyes Detka. Look at me.” You could only obey with her voice sounding the way it did. You looked at her, she smiled at you and only picked up her pace.

You squirmed and felt like you were going to burst as you whimpered and tried to get away, but she held you there. You tried closing your legs, but she held them open.

“Open your legs Detka. I wanna see you.” Her nails dug into your thigh.

“F-feels weird…” you squeaked out.

“You're gonna cum for Mommy it'll make you feel better. Go on. Let it happen.” As if your body was waiting on her word, that coil inside of you snapped. Your back arched as your eyes rolled back. “That's a good girl…Mommy’s good girl.” Her fingers slowed down before leaving you. Your eyes closed but soon enough Wanda was helping you sit up.

“Water sweet girl. Take a few sips.” You did as told, knowing Wanda always knew best. When she felt you had enough she tapped your cheek and you let go.

She helped you clean yourself up, the cool towel feeling nice against your hot skin and then into pajamas which only consisted of an old band t-shirt of Wanda's and a pair of your panties. As she got the two of you settled into your bed, holding you against her chest. Her fingers moved through your hair as your eyes began to flutter she spoke,

“We're going to have a lot of fun until your mom comes home.” You smiled against her skin. You almost hoped she wouldn't be home for Christmas if it meant more time playing like this with Wanda.

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bluecollarmcandtf · 1 year ago

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Revenge Body

The day he dumped my sister...

This is a photo of Eric the day he dumped my sister. According to him, she wasn't good enough to be with a hotshot architect like him! Eric thinks highly of his career and appearance, and he loves himself more than he could love any woman.

My sister had to find that out the hard way.

What Eric doesn't know is that his ex-girlfriend comes from a family of witches. In fact, her speciality is contacting the dead, and that's exactly what she did...

My sister summoned me, her dear-old brother, from beyond the grave and spilled the tea on her ex-boyfriend. Even though I was dead, I was furious with the man, so I agreed to help with my sister's revenge scheme. It might've been petty and unethical, but I was in! Eric needed to lose what he loved most...

2 months later...

"He's fattening right up!" I sent a selfie to my sister, cradling the bloated gut that hung from my chest.

That's right. I jumped into Eric's body and possessed his ass! In only a short time, I'd completely transformed the jerk's entire existence. I was dragging his perfect body and career down the drain!

After performing Eric's dramatic emotional breakdown at his architectural firm, I got fired and kicked out of the building. I strutted his body back to his place, and quickly sold everything he owned. I got rid of his fancy clothes, his shiny sports car, and his luxury apartment. All the money went directly to my sister. I used what was left to rent out the crappiest little apartment I could find.

It was in that seedy rat-infested motel that I gleefully began to destroy Eric's carefully maintained body. I packed his tight stomach full of beer and fast food, shaved his perfect head of hair, and donned an unwashed outfit I thrifted from a GoodWill.

Now that he was unemployed, I got him a job with a construction company. I made sure to get started with the same crew that Eric used to supervise as the architect. Needless to say, there were a lot of angry tradesmen who weren't happy to see him...

6 Months Later...

Apparently, construction workers really don't like architects, so they were all constantly badmouthing Eric behind my back. I didn't really stop them, but I also didn't really keep them from doing it to my face either. With me in control, Eric was just a pathetic, submissive loser, and all his new coworkers knew they could push him around.

I didn't wash Eric once while wearing him. My nose eventually became numb to his ripe body odor, but I noticed the disgusted looks on everyone's face when they were near. His skin was constantly itchy with dry sweat and dirt too, but I didn't bother buying him anything else to wear. As far as I was concerned, Eric would get up, work, and sleep in the same repurposed clothes I bought for a few bucks.

By this point, the lean muscles he'd been so proud of were long gone. A heavy layer of blubber hung off his whole body, and he was practically unrecognizable with his shaved head and unkept beard. Giving his heavy beergut a jolly shake, I chuckled and knew it was finally time to move to the final phase...

Present Day...

It was mid-afternoon when I jumped ship. I abandoned his body after a long morning of heavy lifting, leaving Eric exhausted, sweaty, and caked in mud.

Eric regained control of his senses for the first time after 6 months of being possessed by me. He stood there for a moment, all 280 lbs of him, simply staring at his surroundings in disbelief and confusion.

He didn't start yelling until he looked down and saw the state of his precious body. I doubt he had ever felt so slimy and gross before. As I said, I made sure to leave his body as disgusting as possible for him.

Don't feel bad for him though. My sister and I just made Eric as disgusting on the outside as he was on the inside...

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goldenfreightforwardingmarketing · 3 months ago

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poisonlove · 1 year ago

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Do you think you can do Jenna x fem!reader where reader as just moved into the neighbourhood and Jenna’s family and readers family are really good friends and every time reader goes over Jenna’s family’s house Jenna would always make an excuse to touch reader or be next to her then it ends with some dirty amazing pussy wetting smut please 🙏

(Maybe Jenna’s younger sister aliyah ships Jenna and reader 🤭)

I tried to make it as realistic as possible, and it took me a while… but I hope you like it and that it was worth the wait.

Is Emily here? | j.o

Content Warning: Explicit Scenes, +18

I step out of the car, sighing tiredly after the long journey. The move from our beloved Italy to California, in Indio, has been a rollercoaster of emotions and the challenges of relocation. My only aspiration right now is to collapse onto the bed and close my eyes, erasing the fatigue accumulated during the trip.

"Mum! I'm bored!" exclaims my little sister, closing the car door.

I roll my eyes at her comment.

"Sweetheart, why don't you go play?" my mother says, sighing tiredly, holding a cardboard box labeled FRAGILE.

Emily, my adorable sister, smiles widely, showing the gap where her recently lost tooth used to be.

"Really?" Emily says, giggling softly, looking around with curiosity.

My eyes watch in confusion as my sister walks towards a girl playing in the driveway next to ours. The two girls exchange greetings and start playing.

"Wow... she makes friends quickly," I mutter absentmindedly, smiling to myself.

I grab a box from the trunk, and as I close it, my attention is drawn to the sound of a car parking near our driveway. A girl steps out of the car, adjusting her sunglasses and shaking her head to fix her hair.

The girl exudes an irresistibly beautiful aura. Her long dark hair gracefully falls over her shoulders, and the sunglasses accentuate her magnetic gaze. With confident steps and an intriguing smile, she approaches with an elegance that captures everyone's attention.

My jaw literally drops.

The girl walks, lowering her sunglasses, winking at me.

"Y/N," my mother calls from inside the house, wanting to get my attention. "Coming!" I shout in response, tearing my gaze away from the goddess.

"Can you call your sister?" my mother asks later as we unpack plates and glasses from the cardboard box. "She needs to help us," she mutters faintly, wiping a strand of hair from her forehead.

"She's six years old... what does she have to do?" I say rhetorically, putting the box on the floor. "Dispose of the boxes... I don't know, just call her," she says, rolling her eyes.

I go outside again and walk towards the driveway next to ours, immediately noticing Emily's absence. I furrow my brows and approach the door.

I raise my hand and knock on the wood.

"Jenna, go answer," someone inside shouts, a male voice. "Yes, Dad," the girl replies. I smile timidly, hearing footsteps approaching, and at the same time, a strange nervousness pervades me.

The door opens, and the girl I saw earlier looks at me with a charming smile on her lips. My eyes travel from top to bottom of her figure, noting her toned legs accentuated by shorts and the top revealing her midriff.

"Hi, how can I help you?" she asks timidly, leaning against the door. Although her question sounds innocent, her eyes look at me with fire.

"Is Emily here?" I ask timidly. "I saw her playing with a girl here," I say, smiling nervously, scared at the thought that my sister might not be here.

"Oh, yeah, she was playing with my little sister," she says, smiling broadly.

A dazzling smile highlighted by dimples.

"Aliyah," Jenna turns inside her house, shouting her sister's name. Small steps approach, and I smile seeing my sister in the company of Aliyah. The girls were playing with dolls.

"Emily," I say timidly. "We need to go," I say, glancing at Jenna. "No, y/n/n," the little brunette says with an adorable pout. "Can't she stay for 10 more minutes?" Aliyah innocently asks. "No, honey... maybe another time," I say, feeling guilty for ruining their afternoon play.

"You can come here tonight!" Aliyah suggests with a dazzling smile, and I blink in surprise.

At that moment, a woman approaches us.

"Actually, it wouldn't be a bad idea," the lady says. "You can ask your parents to come to dinner at our place, call it a welcome dinner," she suggests with a bright smile.

"Oh... I'll tell my mother, thank you, Mrs...," I start hesitating, not knowing what to call her. "Natalie," the lady says with a small smile.

"Well, thank you, Natalie," I smile cordially to everyone and reach out to take my sister's hand, intertwining our fingers. "Goodbye," my sister says innocently, waving to Jenna.

Jenna reciprocates with a smile on her lips.

(...)

"Everything is delicious," I exclaim with a small smile.

It's 9:00 PM, and we're at our neighbors' house: the Ortega family. Initially, my mother didn't take the invitation well, but after various pleas from Emily, we showed up at their doorstep.

"All right, dear..." Natalie says, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "Why don't you and Jen go upstairs to get to know each other better?" she suggests with a smile.

I smile timidly, feeling a strange nervousness in my body, and direct my attention to Jenna, who smiles while wiping her mouth with a napkin. Throughout the evening, little Ortega looked at me with curiosity and desire, brushing her foot against mine several times.

Jenna gets up from the chair and gives me a mischievous smile before going up the stairs. "Thank you for the delicious dinner," I say, smiling with embarrassment before following the brunette upstairs.

With my heart pounding, I enter the room through the partially open door. My eyes curiously scan the surrounding environment, smiling at the sight of photos and some stuffed animals on the furniture.

The door behind me closes.

I turn towards Jenna and see her walking towards me with curious sparkling eyes. Her hands rest around my neck, and she looks at me with her lower lip trapped between her teeth. "I think it's obvious that I'm interested," she says absentmindedly, stroking my neck with the tips of her fingers.

I swallow nervously.

"Mmmh," I mumble in response, and Jenna genuinely smiles. "I'll take that as a yes," the brunette leans in more but does it slowly in case I don't want her to kiss me. Not seeing any sign of refusal in my eyes, she joins our lips in a slow and passionate kiss.

My mind clouds, my protest dying in my throat, and I reciprocate this kiss.

Jenna timidly bites my lower lip, making me shiver with the intensity of the kiss. "Wait," I assert after separating our lips with a loud smack. "Doesn't it seem strange to you? We just met today," I say curiously, breathing irregularly, trying to regulate my breathing.

Jenna looks at me through her long black lashes, dilated pupils.

"Don't think about it," Jenna whispers faintly, running her hand along my jaw. "Just enjoy the moment," she murmurs in a low voice, leaning towards my neck.

I sigh loudly, feeling her open-mouthed kisses on my neck, making me shiver with pleasure. "Let go" she murmurs against my skin, timidly biting the pulse on my neck, making me moan.

I knew the situation was very strange... but while part of me wanted to run away because I didn't even know Jenna's age... the other part of me desperately wanted to take her clothes off.

My fingertips trail along the sinuous curve of Jenna's body, stopping with a gentle caress in the valley of her ass. Her lips, now pulled into a victorious smile, press against my neck with a sweetness full of desire.

Jenna pulls back, our noses millimeters apart. I could hear her ragged breathing hit my lips. My eyes gazed determinedly at her mouth, feeling excited at how perfect and soft her lips seemed to me, delicious to the touch. I leaned in further and removed this annoying distance, kissing her forcefully, almost making our teeth clash.

Jenna's hands end up under my shirt, her fingertips trying to reach inside my sweatpants.

I smile weakly into the kiss and tilt my head more, flicking my tongue over her bottom lip. Jenna shyly parted her lips and put my tongue inside her mouth, sighing immediately upon feeling hers. The brunette squeezes my hips tightly, melting into the passionate kiss.

The sensation almost makes my legs wobble, and my grip on her ass loosens momentarily. One hand slides to her hip, while the other gently rests on her cheek, breaking the passionate kiss.

we look at each other with agitated breathing, pupils showing our excitement.

"Undress" the brunette murmurs with agitated breathing.

My eyes watched mischievously as Jenna pulled her shirt over her head, ruffling her hair during the sensual gesture. I lick my lips noticing how Jenna's pants fall to the floor, kicked off and left there because they were in the way.

I took off my gray sweatshirt and took off my sweatpants, remaining in my underwear.

Jenna analyzes me from head to toe, biting her lower lip maliciously. The brunette advances and joins our lips again in a fiery kiss, making me sigh again.

Jenna guides me to her bed and I sigh as I feel the softness of the mattress under my back.

Jenna's lips move away from my mouth, focusing on my neck. The way she kissed my neck literally made me feel like I was in heaven, I couldn't believe she could make me wet for so little. "You're beautiful" she murmurs as she leaves a trail of kisses from my neck to the valley of my breasts.

Jenna bites her lower lip and takes off her bra, leaving me completely idiotic in front of the perfection of her breasts.

A blazing fire presents itself to my chest, moving down and giving itself to the bundle of nerves between my legs. I released a grunt and quickly changed positions, placing my arms on either side of her head.

“Someone is finally letting go,” she murmurs with amusement and I rolled my eyes at her comment. I leaned over and simply wrapped my lips around her nipple, immediately sighing at how soft it was.

Jenna sighs loudly.

I knew we didn't have much time and at any moment someone would come up to call me... but despite this I was excited by the idea of risking being caught in the act.

My hand deftly travels down her body, placing my fingers inside her panties, sighing at how wet she was. “You're soaked,” I say smugly and Jenna smiles genuinely, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement.

"I can...?" I start shyly, brushing her clit with my thumb, playing with my fingers around her entrance.

“Misery, fuck me,” Jenna murmurs in exasperation, looking at me with heavy breathing.

I smiled and put two fingers inside her, making her moan in surprise. My wetness grows as I feel how tight and welcoming her walls are around my fingers. I start to move in and out of her, trying to get used to the pleasant sensation.

Jenna hooks her arms around my neck, opening her legs wider.

“Faster,” she murmurs breathlessly, biting her lower lip trying to hold back her moans. "As you wish" I say amused. My lips rest against her neck and my hand begins to penetrate her faster and deeper, literally fucking her like a whore.

“My god,” she murmurs weakly, placing her lips around my neck and clamping her teeth against my skin to muffle the moans.

I stroke her clit with my thumb, increasing the grip of her teeth against my skin. “Fuck yes!” she groans under her breath as she rests her head against the pillow, arching her back.

My mouth opens in surprise feeling Jenna's hand inside my panties, looking for space to enter and feel my arousal. “Yes you are so wet” Jenna says as she enters me, making me sigh. I lean into her neck and moan against her skin.

"Let's come together" she moans quickly feeling that I was moving my fingers again, resuming the initial rhythm. I nod against her neck, squeezing my nose, feeling a few strands of Jenna's hair tickling me and continuing to penetrate her.

"Jen" I moan almost crying with pleasure, feeling myself reaching my climax. Jenna increases her speed and whimpers into her neck, moving her arm rapidly.

Jenna's walls tighten around my fingers.

“Shit I’m…” I blather before feeling my abdomen clench and i come. My fingers welcomed Jenna's orgasm and I tried to prolong the wave of pleasure as much as possible.

Jenna relaxed against my neck and I raised my head to look at her. Her eyes sparkled and a beautiful smile was plastered on her lips, various freckles scattered across her face and her hair disheveled on the pillow.

Footsteps are heard on the stairs.

Jenna and I look at each other with concern and immediately get out of bed, looking for the clothes scattered on the floor. When I finished putting on my shoes the bedroom door opened and I smiled nervously seeing my sister looking at us curiously. Jenna stood across the room looking at herself in the mirror.

“Y/n” Emily smiled sweetly at me “we need to go home...” she states pouting slightly.

I get out of bed and walk towards my sister, crouching down to her height "did you have fun?" I ask with a small smile on my lips. Emily nods several times "you?" she asked innocently and out of the corner of my eye I saw Jenna smile mockingly.

“Yes,” I answer honestly and Emily giggles. Jenna turns and sits on her bed, looking at me curiously.

"So you'll go back to playing Aliyah" I say and Emily smiles genuinely, eyes sparkling with happiness "really?" she says squeezing my arm. “Yes.. obviously if Jen agrees” I say with a sheepish smile and the brunette rolls her eyes at the question.

“Obviously Emily” Jenna gets up and walks towards my sister, crouching down next to me. “You will always be welcome here,” she murmurs with a bright smile. "You will play with my sister in the garden or in the living room" says the brunette sweetly.

One of her hands rests in my sister's hair "and I will play with your sister in my room" the brunette says innocently, making me blush at the clear sexual message.

Emily smiled and I shiver feeling Jenna's gaze on me, analyzing me like a predator.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega imagine #the neighbourhood

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ravenyenn19 · 1 year ago

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Six of Crows future head cannon:

Alby Rollins joins the Dregs.

Picture it: 1920’s-esque Ketterdam, 10 years post Sweet Reef/ Ice Court. Slick Rolls Royce cars line the cobbled streets, a city spiraling toward a new age. Rain drenches the obscure signs & hidden arrows pointing to the Speak-Easy halls. In a time of prohibition… down, down, down must one go in the Barrel to find the most notorious of them all. A slice of sin, six feet under. A crowd drunk off vice served in black tea cups.

The young man walks into Kaz Brekker’s office (after fighting his way there), sits himself in a chair opposite a great obsidian desk. Winded & lip still bleeding from his tousle with the men at the doors, Alby wheezes: “Teach me.”

In turn, A near 30 year old Kaz smirks. “I thought lions preferred their pride.”

Alby, barely pushing 17, gives a smile of a golden boy, nervous but strong enough to hold the gaze of a devil. (He’s practiced.) “I thought Crows scavengers. Here I am, a shine for the taking.”

“Still have that crow, little lion?” A feminine shadow whispers from the corner. Unnoticed by the young man previously, he clicks his teeth but still refuses to show fear. A serpent-like bead of sweat slides down his spine, a shiver chasing after. He holds firm, biting his cheek to hide the startle.

He knows this shadow, this phantom. She haunted him, once.

“I buried it with my father,” the Kaelish prince whispers, “or rather, in place of him. Never did find a body. Pity.” He shrugs.

Kaz’s eyes glint like a cat’s, his smile a loaded gun. A gloved hand stretches halfway across the table in offering. “All right, cub. What do you want?”

Alby reaches forward, feeling the cold black leather of Dirtyhands’ grip between his fingers. The moment is a stormy crossroads, a whip between his shoulders reminiscent of his father’s favorite belt. He smiles, for this is a pain Alby has been walking toward since the day he woke up clutching stuffed black feathers.

(His blood never did bleed emerald.)

More than one answer to Kaz’s stinging question come to mind, nettles along the path of his thoughts. Yet, only one pricks Alby into speaking, the rage in his voice real rather than bravado. “Revenge.”

The Wraith giggles roughly, slipping herself to the arm of Kaz’s chair on silent feet. Alby swallows.

“On me?” The leader of the Dregs rasps, a brow peaked with amusement. His wife smiles with closed lips, knives glinting along her body like hungry specters. For here, her teeth are shown. Alby knows she Captain’s a fleet of the deadliest ships in the True Sea. He drags his gaze from her quickly.

“No.” Alby stutters, but he does not lie. Kaz Brekker bested his abusive father, and he does not care about Pekka’s death. In fact, sitting with the suspected murderers, Alby finds he rather prefers their company.

Kaz reclines in his chair, a hand lazily splayed on Captain Ghafa’s knee. He regards Alby with black eyes, a sharpness that pierces through his strength but doesn’t shatter it. A blade meant to probe. A test of mettle. Alby has waited too long for this audience, he cannot lose it. A moment passes.

Dirtyhands looks to his wife, his Wraith. She quirks her head in the silent exchange. Six heart beats have passed, and Alby Rollins is certain he won’t leave this room. He waits for the snap of a cane to bank his vision, a warm blanket of red to cover him from the jugular down.

He waits for death, but does not invite it. It does not come.

Instead, a voice like choking smoke, “Then let us begin.”

Alby Rollins releases a breath. His knuckles loosen in parts. A tattooist is called in.

The Crow & Cup bleeds as it settles, accepting the fresh skin as it’s master’s tithe.

Alby sits taller, a prince of a different kind, a darker throne.

I don’t make the rules but this is now my personal agenda & important that u agree

Crap now I have to put it in a fic

Should I do it?

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morlock-holmes · 6 months ago

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What objections would you actually accept to AI?

Roughly in order of urgency, at least in my opinion:

Problem 1: Curation

The large tech monopolies have essentially abandoned curation and are raking in the dough by monetizing the process of showing you crap you don't want.

The YouTube content farm; the Steam asset flip; SEO spam; drop-shipped crap on Etsy and Amazon.

AI makes these pernicious, user hostile practices even easier.

Problem 2: Economic disruption

This has a bunch of aspects, but key to me is that *all* automation threatens people who have built a living on doing work. If previously difficult, high skill work suddenly becomes low skill, this is economically threatening to the high skill workers. Key to me is that this is true of *all* work, independent of whether the work is drudgery or deeply fulfilling. Go automate an Amazon fulfillment center and the employees will not be thanking you.

There's also just the general threat of existing relationships not accounting for AI, in terms of, like, residuals or whatever.

Problem 3: Opacity

Basically all these AI products are extremely opaque. The companies building them are not at all transparent about the source of their data, how it is used, or how their tools work. Because they view the tools as things they own whose outputs reflect on their company, they mess with the outputs in order to attempt to ensure that the outputs don't reflect badly on their company.

These processes are opaque and not communicated clearly or accurately to end users; in fact, because AI text tools hallucinate, they will happily give you *fake* error messages if you ask why they returned an error.

There's been allegations that Mid journey and Open AI don't comply with European data protection laws, as well.

There is something that does bother me, too, about the use of big data as a profit center. I don't think it's a copyright or theft issue, but it is a fact that these companies are using public data to make a lot of money while being extremely closed off about how exactly they do that. I'm not a huge fan of the closed source model for this stuff when it is so heavily dependent on public data.

Problem 4: Environmental maybe? Related to problem 3, it's just not too clear what kind of impact all this AI stuff is having in terms of power costs. Honestly it all kind of does something, so I'm not hugely concerned, but I do kind of privately think that in the not too distant future a lot of these companies will stop spending money on enormous server farms just so that internet randos can try to get Chat-GPT to write porn.

Problem 5: They kind of don't work

Text programs frequently make stuff up. Actually, a friend pointed out to me that, in pulp scifi, robots will often say something like, "There is an 80% chance the guards will spot you!"

If you point one of those AI assistants at something, and ask them what it is, a lot of times they just confidently say the wrong thing. This same friend pointed out that, under the hood, the image recognition software is working with probabilities. But I saw lots of videos of the Rabbit AI assistant thing confidently being completely wrong about what it was looking at.

Chat-GPT hallucinates. Image generators are unable to consistently produce the same character and it's actually pretty difficult and unintuitive to produce a specific image, rather than a generic one.

This may be fixed in the near future or it might not, I have no idea.

Problem 6: Kinetic sameness.

One of the subtle changes of the last century is that more and more of what we do in life is look at a screen, while either sitting or standing, and making a series of small hand gestures. The process of writing, of producing an image, of getting from place to place are converging on a single physical act. As Marshall Macluhan pointed out, driving a car is very similar to watching TV, and making a movie is now very similar, as a set of physical movements, to watching one.

There is something vaguely unsatisfying about this.

Related, perhaps only in the sense of being extremely vague, is a sense that we may soon be mediating all, or at least many, of our conversations through AI tools. Have it punch up that email when you're too tired to write clearly. There is something I find disturbing about the idea of communication being constantly edited and punched up by a series of unrelated middlemen, *especially* in the current climate, where said middlemen are large impersonal monopolies who are dedicated to opaque, user hostile practices.

Given all of the above, it is baffling and sometimes infuriating to me that the two most popular arguments against AI boil down to "Transformative works are theft and we need to restrict fair use even more!" and "It's bad to use technology to make art, technology is only for boring things!"

#ai

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00127am · 9 months ago

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signed with love and forever yours, jeno

postage. lee jeno & gn! reader cost to ship. 815 words

i've come to love the summer more so than any other time of year. because you in the summer, the season which you hold closest to your heart--the one in which you are nothing but wholly yourself in every sense of the sentiment--is the you which made me realize just exactly what i feel for you. a conclusion i may not have reached if not for that summer.

the summer when i met you for around the hundredth time, in that muggy july heatwave that had haechan dragging us all down to the beach. a car ride we took with a begrudging reluctance and all four of the windows down. he said he was bringing along another friend, you, the pretty one i'd met always in passing. always in fleeting conversations that were always interrupted or your attention diverted by one of our other friends who you were always closer too. i didn't give your company too much thought then and i didn't think i would come to give it any further thought at all. but i did. do. i've never believed in love at first sight. but it seems that i must agree in some sense with those i previously critiqued, because there simply isn't any other expression to describe what it felt like to see you for the hundredth time.

i know it wasn't the same for you, wedged in the backseat between two men you had barely ever spoken to before (much too close with haechan and renjun to pay us any mind, though, i wish that you would pay me more mind). and i'm sure you had no positive feelings for me, not with the way jaemin was wedged into your side--forcing your skin to stick uncomfortably to the surface of my own. it was hot. so hot that i'm sure i was sweating, that i smelled, and that i looked no where near as breathtaking as you (though i doubt i ever do, heat or not). but you still made every effort to talk to me, to apologize for the way your knee was digging into my own. i didn't mind. i don't mind anything if you're the one who's doing it.

i think it happened there in the car. falling in love with you, i mean. because the rest of the day, i was consumed with nothing but thoughts of you. and how i wish i was haechan. haechan who had you throwing back your head in laughter and haechan who had his arms wrapped around your waist. haechan who pouted when you won whatever nonsense competition was being fought out between the two of you. and the same haechan who complained, loudly, when you refused to let him change the rules for the umpteenth time. if i were in his place, playing the role of the one closest to you--of haechan--i would never complain. though i guess i can't complain now either. not as jeno. because lee jeno has had the privilege of seeing you over and over again, even if not in the same capacity as lee donghyuck (something that drives me far past the brink of jealousy).

this summer, one far removed from that summer, i find myself to still be in love with you. and the season. but more so you. always you, it seems. because despite any and all efforts to move on from my schoolboy-esque crush--i can't. or maybe i'm not truly trying all that hard. or maybe (and most likely) all it takes from you is a single glance in my direction before my heart is beating five times too fast and my stomach has dropped to my knees. i'm easy when it comes to you.

i don't seem to mind.

about jeno's love letters.

jeno's handwriting is composed of all caps. strong, sharp ends to letters with soft undersides when it comes to the curvature of their penmanship. like him, his handwriting is strong and rooted--deceptively harsh looking, only for that misinterpretation to be quelled with the sweet nothings they compose.

he writes pages upon pages about you, inspired by you, thinking of you. a diary that's only his to keep, perfect pages filled with endless sentiments and endearments. he's fairly positive that he would die if you ever saw it (and he's one hundred percent positive that he would if any of your mutual friends did). he'd much rather verbally tell you everything which he has scrawled down on the lined pages of his notebook, words only ever meant for you.

jeno hasn't confessed yet (jaemin, the only one to know about his gut wrenching crush says that he might never confess) but he's working up to it (he isn't). he has every hope that this summer, he'll finally chalk up the nerve. then again, he said the same thing last summer. and the summer before that. but this summer will be different, right?

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wooahaeruby · 3 months ago

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Chapter 27: One Eye Open

Chapter Word Count: 5,198

Assumed alcohol consumption and assumed stalking this chapter.

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It started with a letter placed in your mailbox.

You were coming home from a night out with Jeonghan when you stopped to grab your mail, sorting through the bills as you took the stairs up, stumbling upon an envelope with no return address.

Confused, you read over your typed full name, not even your changed name, your birth name before you changed it, and your address. As you neared your apartment door, you glanced around cautiously, not seeing anything out of place but quickly slid into your apartment. Dropping everything at the front door, you made sure everything was locked and secured before your curiosity got the better of you.

Though hesitant, you ripped the letter open and removed the single sheet of paper within, unfolding it slowly. Staring back at you against the white sheet was, again, typed black words.

We are watching

That had you swallowing down your nerves as you continued to read down the list.

At the top was your birth name, nearly foreign to you after so many years of not hearing it. It was followed by your birthday and age, even going as far as to list your hometown and what hospital you were born in. Your stomach dropped to the floor, seeing your parents’ names printed there as well.

Flipping over the paper found nothing. Once more you read over the information and shook your head to snap out of the unnerving anxiety that coursed through your veins.

“This is some sick joke.” You managed to mutter, running a hand through your hair and crumbled up the paper, tossing it in the garbage. “Probably those fucking asshole aunts that wanted nothing to do with me as a kid.”

Justifying it was your best answer, knowing the guys in SVT were probably the only ones that knew most of this information outside of your blood relatives, along with your job because they ran a background check on you. A small part of your gut was telling you to take it seriously but a much larger part wasn’t going to dwell on it until it became an actual issue.

It would be stupid to worry about it too much, right?

Siyeon had texted you early Friday afternoon, letting you know she needed you at the shop to make sure the dress for the ball fit. Though you did have plans with Joshua, you messaged him, asking to meet later due to Siyeon’s request, which he agreed thankfully due to something coming up at the shipping company.

When you pulled up to the shop after work, you were surprised to see Gahyeon pulling into the spot beside you. You really only knew her from being another 99 liner with Chan, Wooyoung, and them, and you were kinda excited for the karaoke night tomorrow to actually properly talk to her.

“Mouse!” She beamed when she stepped out from her car, seeing you join her towards the front of the vehicles. “Did she call you in for the fitting too?”

“Yeah,” You snickered, following after her and she hurried inside. “You were invited?”

“Mhmm~ Si and I are going this year since Minji isn’t in the country right now.”

Running through the names in your head, you tried to figure out which one of them was Minji…you remember Siyeon telling you what each of their names were but you frowned…

“Which one is Minji again?” You whispered, blanking on the name.

“Our Leader.” She gave you a wink and it came back to you, Countess , Minji. Gotta remember that one…

“Thanks. I’m still trying to memorize some names but I don’t hear them all the time.”

“Nah, I understand. You are coming out with us tomorrow, right?” Gahyeon pulled the door open for the two of you, motioning you inside before you nodded.

“Mmm, Woo wouldn’t let me say no and Chan said he’d throw me in the car.”

“After so long, I have another woman there with me.” She joked and Siyeon was before the two of you in an instant.

One look around showed the store was overall empty aside, no other workers present as Siyeon took your arm.

“You’re here.” There was mischief in her eyes when she looked at you and Gahyeon rolled her eyes. “Let’s get you dressed.”

“Yah, what about me?”

Siyeon waved her off but the youngest of Dreamcatcher only smirked along with Siyeon. You…didn’t like that too much but you were being whisked away quickly to the dressing rooms in the back of the store.

“It’s hanging on the hook. Put it on then come out so I can pin it.” And the curtain was closed in your face.

Turning around, your eyes widened at the deep red gown hanging before you.

From the front, it seemed like a halter top with a golden chain collar holding the bodice up. The neckline was low, reaching the middle of your sternum, definitely intentional to show off your body. The one thing that you were uncertain about was the body style of the dress, it was more fitted, trumpet style that would hug your waist, hips, and legs. You were unsure if you were going to like the fit but Siyeon already put so much effort into it…

You stripped down and took the dress down from the hanger, turning it around, only to chuckle at the same golden chains that went from the back of the halter bow, attaching to the side of the collar chain.

It took a moment for you to figure out how to get into the dress, with the halter top and the low back, you were afraid you’d be showing a little too much but once you managed to slide it on, you were pleasantly surprised.

While it did hug your body, it wasn’t tight and the velvet material wasn’t scratchy, but rather soft and comfortable. Though the bodice was low cut, it wasn’t flimsy to expose you and had decent structure to properly protect and cover you. The surprise you found as you flattened the dress and went to move was the slit cut into the front of the dress. Looking in the mirror around you, it reached just above the knee, but as you moved your leg out to take a step it rested mid-thigh.

With the extra material at the bottom to take in for the heels you pick, you made sure everything was secured before pushing the curtain open, meeting both Gahyeon and Siyeon’s eyes. Standing on the pedestal dressed in a gorgeous navy blue dress with silver star patterns throughout the material was Gahyeon, playing on her phone while the older woman worked. Before her, Siyeon sat on the floor, pinning the layers to hem later, but her eyes lit up at the sight of you in the red dress.

“It turned out better than I expected.” You watched as her eyes ran over your body and you snorted, kicking the slit open some.

“Had fun with that?” Pointing down to it, Siyeon winked.

“That was thanks to your boyfriends .”

“Wait- boyfriends? Who?”

“Little Miss Mouse has Shua and Han wrapped around her fingers.” Siyeon said dramatically, going back to her work on her youngest member’s dress.

“I don’t have them wrapped around my fingers.” Taking a seat on the couch to wait for your turn, Gahyeon rolled her eyes, leveling with you through the mirror.

“You definitely do because whenever Han calls to talk, he can’t shut up about you. Though the Shua situation must have been recent if I haven’t heard about it.”

“Han told me and I just forgot to tell.” Siyeon added.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you gave a huff. “Why am I not surprised that you gossip about it?”

“Because you have Han so whipped that it’s ridiculous.” Siyeon laughed, placing the last pin on the skirt before moving onto the bodice. “Through all the years I’ve known him, I haven’t even heard him talk about the members as much as he talks about you.”

Despite your denial, your cheeks slowly flushed, “He doesn’t talk about me that much…”

“Just because you don’t hear it, doesn’t mean it isn’t happening.”

A pout formed on your face and you couldn’t help slouching down in your seat, flustered. Siyeon was quick to get the pinning done on Gahyeon’s dress before the youngest was set off to change. You were pulled up next, seeing the analytical glint in the oldest woman’s eyes, her head tilting to the side.

“What?” You asked but she was walking off towards the back, leaving you standing there with no explanation.

It took a few minutes for her to come back, a short stack of two shoe boxes in hand as she sank down to sit on the floor. Watching her take each told off, you were met with three different sets of golden colored heels. The first your eyes rested on were strappy, ment to wrap up around your calf but Siyeon was quick to move them aside, seemingly not liking them as she gazed at the full outfit. The second seemed more appropriate. These heels, a pair of closed toed stilettos, were similar gold color to the chains of the dress, decorated in a beautiful filigree pattern.

With a simple ask from Siyeon to try them on, you slid the heels on, gazing in the mirrors before you, nodding at the selection. At your feet, She wasted no time in finding the length needing to be cut off, pin after pin placed in the fabric methodically. Gahyeon emerged from the dressing room beside yours and threw herself stomach first on the couch, phone in hand.

“Wooyoung won’t shut up in the groupchat.” She muttered, rolling her eyes, seeing her reflection in the mirror scroll almost endlessly on her phone. “Something about the other 99 liners in his group coming with us tomorrow.”

“I forgot there are four other 99ers in their group…” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Who all is going?”

“So it’s Woo, San, Yeosang, Yunho, Mingi, Binnie, Yeonjun, Chan, you, and me.” She typed something out quickly, the sound of her nails against the screen was heard. “We tried getting the youngest of Twice but she isn’t in the country either right now.”

“So we are entering into a sausage fest?”

Siyeon snorted before a laugh was bubbling out of her. “You would know, Mouse.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Glaring down at her, you huffed in annoyance. “I didn’t ask to be brought into the frat house that is SVT. Much to everyone’s perception of them, they are still just men . I am not even sure how any one of them survived this long with only a few of them knowing how to properly cook.”

In response, Siyeon only laughed again, finishing the work on the skirt before standing up, checking for any issues in the top half of the dress. She shifted the material of the dress here and there, only taking note to change the length of the chains until it rested just above your elbows.

You were able to change back into your work clothes, handing the dress off to your friend before joining Gahyeon on the couch, taking out your phone to see that Wooyoung did spam the chat just as she said.

“Bruh, does he do nothing else all day but text?”

“Sometimes, yeah. He is my friend but kinda obnoxious.” She laughed, “But hey, he said he is paying so I’m down.”

“Thank god, I’m already at my budget for the week.” You laughed, crossing your legs, taking note of the frown on Gahyeon’s face.

“Your budget? You guys don’t have a company or group card type thing?”

You matched her frown. “I mean, I know they do, I’ve technically used it two or three times, but why should I be using it? It isn’t really my money, I can pay for my own things. I’m a big girl.”

Your explanation only had her looking more puzzled. “That…Okay. Weird. That doesn’t really make sense.”

“How is it weird-” Cut off by your phone ringing, you sighed, seeing the nickname you have for Joshua, Simp #2, pop up on your phone. You answered, still frowning down at Gahyeon who went back to her phone. “Hey, did you just finish up?”

“ Yeah,” He sounded tired. “ Can I meet you at the diner on Tenth? Simple tonight?”

“That isn’t a problem, Shua. I’ll see you there.”

He hummed out in agreement before the line went dead and Gahyeon was back to glancing up at you. “Why is it weird that I don’t use the company card?”

Pursing her lips, she looked to the side than back at you. “Well for one, you are technically in the business . That is just obvious. For another thing, you are dating two of them. You can’t really back out of this life now.”

Maybe she had a point, but at the same time, you were fine with how you were living now. You didn’t need the metaphorical handout, hell you were still partially weird about the car, but that was a separate issue from Seungcheol.

“On top of that, you and I both know that Han is paying for this outfit and everything that comes with it and he paid for the necklace, and the gala dress-”

“Okay- I get it.” You sighed, pushing your hair back from your face. “I’m fine with how I am. I don’t want to overstep my place or anything, okay? I don’t want to bring it up unless I’m really in need of some help.”

Once more, she looked puzzled but shrugged. “As long as you aren’t struggling, okay.”

Gathering your things, you stood up, giving her a pat on the head. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, I’m going to meet Shua.”

She snickered, “Have fun on your date~”

“Tell Siyeon I said bye.”

“Mhmm.”

“Why do you have that look on your face?” Sitting across from Joshua in the small diner, he tilted his head, eyes showing some concern.

Furrowing your brows for a moment, you shook your head. “What look?”

He snickered, reaching across the table with his palms facing up. Slowly, you placed your hands on top of his, letting his thumb run over the back of your hands. “The look where you are both pouting and thinking about something that is bothering you.”

“When I was at the dress shop, Gahyeon basically asked me why I don’t ever use the company card myself.”

Joshua hummed, raising his eyes from your hands to your face. “And why is that bothering you?”

“I…don’t know.”

Honestly, you didn’t know why it bothered you so much. The drive over here was full of the question about why but you couldn’t come up with a relatively good answer for yourself.

“Are you or Hannie bothered that I don’t use it? Like is it a big deal to you that I don’t?”

Joshua moved his head side to side, flattening his lips in thought. “I wouldn’t say I hate that you don’t at least use it. I don’t know Jeonghan's opinions, but I know personally that I’d like it if you let me, us , take care of you, even if it’s just Han and I’s money. It’s one of those things where I know I have the money to provide for you and while I do that currently with certain things, I want to be able to do more if needed. However, I also know that you want to take care of yourself and probably won’t admit you were struggling until you really need it.”

“I hate that you can read my mind with the last part.” Dropping your head on the table, you sighed, giving his hands a squeeze.

“What was said at the shop that got it in your head though?”

“We were talking about tomorrow night when I got out with the guys and ‘Hyeon, Woo said he was going to pay for everything and I joked about how I’m at my budget for the week so I’m happy he was and she asked why I wasn't using the card.” Lifting your head, you peered through your lashes to see Joshua’s reaction.

“If you are struggling, you know we don’t mind.”

Once more, you dropped your head. “I know…I’m not struggling, just so you know. I am within my budgeting, I should hopefully get a raise towards the end of the year, things are okay.”

“I’m not worried,” He traced aimless patterns with his thumbs against the back of your knuckles. “You have a good head on your shoulders. But you know any one of us will help if you need it.”

“Stop being sickeningly sweet.”

“Mm…Nah.” Joshua gave a wink and you rolled your eyes. “That is what boyfriends are for.”

Wooyoung messaged the chat to dress comfortably, nothing fancy, he wanted everyone to be normal , emphasis on normal and comfortable. It’s how you ended up in your favorite stretchy, soft ripped jeans, and a very faded band t-shirt you found at a thrift store a few years ago.

Though…losing rock paper scissors against Chan didn’t make you that upset when you arrived at the penthouse. It just meant you would have one drink and none the rest of the night so you could successfully drive the two of you back later that night. He did rub in it some, bouncing around all happy, bounding down the hall to get something from one of the rooms.

Jeonghan and Joshua were watching something in the living room, both mindlessly on their phones until you walked through the door.

“Wah~ Look at my girl.” Jeonghan was at your side in an instant, encircling you within his arms, tiredly gazing down at you. “As gorgeous as ever.”

“Hello to you too, Hannie.” Placing a kiss to his cheek, you hugged him tightly, trying your best not to get any of the little makeup you wore on the soft sweater he had on. “You look tired.”

“Mm~ Nothing a little sleep can’t fix later. I’ll be okay, love.” His reassurance had you placing a chaste his to his lips, watching the smile bloom on his lips.

Breaking from his hold, you shuffled over Joshua, placing yourself down on the couch beside him, kissing his cheek as you did with Jeonghan. “Hi.”

“Hey,” He looked just as tired as Jeonghan despite getting decent sleep the night before with him staying at your apartment. “Let us know if you need help getting Chan home later.”

“I should be fine.” Snickering, you reached up and booped his nose. “But I’ll call if I need a hand.”

“Mouse! Come on!” Chan, hurrying back into the room, made his way to the door, phone and wallet in hand.

Though smiling, you rolled your eyes, placing one last kiss to Joshua’s lips and standing up. Jeonghan dropped himself back on the couch as you passed him, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“Sure, dad .” Chan stuck his tongue out, throwing the door open and left down the corridor.

“It’s only going to get worse when I’m the only sober one.” You commented, waving to both of them, following Chan out of the penthouse and down the elevator.

“Oh you know it, unless you call lover boys and have them pick both of us up and your car.” He skipped to your car once the elevator opened, waiting like an impatient child as you unlocked the doors and got in.

Since Seungcheol changed Chan’s job within the group, he had been a lot happier, even energetic. After one of your training lessons, he thanked you, apologizing for not saying anything sooner but you waved him off, saying you were just glad to see him be himself. That also led to him actively reaching out more when you weren’t training with him and begging you to agree to go out with the 99 line even when you told him three times you already were going to go.

The drive over the quiet, both taking the momentary peace to relax before the chaos that was apparently a 99 line get together. Chan’s phone kept going off but he ended up laughing, saying that Changbin got a flat tire and Wooyoung was picking him up. You arrived only a few minutes early, seeing Gahyeon standing outside beside San and Yeosang as you pulled into a spot.

“Guys!” Chan hollered excitedly, beaming brightly as he clasped hands with San, giving a pat on the back as a greeting.

“Woo is going to be late with Bin, Mingi and Yunho should be here in a few.” San grinned, giving you a wave which you returned. “Mouse.”

“Hey, San, Yeosang.” You smiled, feeling Gahyeon link her arm with yours, snickering.

“None of them are on time. Yeojun should be here in a moment too.”

“We can head inside, Woo got us the larger room so we can all fit.”

“Gotta love friends that own a karaoke bar.” Gahyeon fake swooned, pulling you along with the guys following behind.

“Another thing I really shouldn’t be surprised about but I am.” You laughed, seeing San sidestep the two of you, turning and walking backwards.

“Nothing should ever surprise you at this point, Mouse~” San’s wink made you scoff at him with a smile. He led the group along, pushing the thick door open and ushered everyone inside. Gahyeon pulled you down onto the nice, rater plush couch.

“All food and drinks are covered.” Yeosang’s eyes beamed.

“Mouse promised to drive home.” Chan snickered but you hit his arm as he sat beside you.

“Correction, rat boy, I lost rock paper scissors.”

“Ah, just have your boyfriends pick you guys up.” Gahyeon threw in.

“Boyfriends?” Yeosang asked curiously.

You threw your head back. “Not this again!”

Waiting on the rest of the group to arrive, you had to run down the story to Yeosang and San, where Chan would not stop butting in. San was laughing at you with Gahyeon. When Yunho, Mingi, and Yeonjun came in, the room got louder, mainly from Yunho egging on San. It only got worse when Wooyoung and Changbin walked in, sending Chan and Yeonjun into an uproar.

“This is why it’s a sausage feast.” Gahyeon kicked her slides off and hugged your arm.

“Oh, it wasn’t the group of seven guys?”

“You should have seen the first meet up when I joined.” You both watched as the guys shared hugs, laughter filling the room once more. “It was a bunch of wild animals and me.”

“Guess we are the ringleaders?”

“Oh, baby, you wish.” Wooyoung winked, tuning into the conversation. “I’m the ringleader.”

“I want to be the ringleader!” Yeonjun chimed in, throwing his arm over Wooyung’s shoulder.

“Neither of you should be within five miles of a leader position.” Yeosang rolled his eyes, picking up the laminated ‘menu’ from the coffee table between the couch and the TV screen for karaoke. “ATZ would burn to the ground if Hongjoong wasn’t in charge.”

“I could only imagine if Yeonjun was in charge of TXT.”

“Apparently he put a bullet through half of their heads.” You commented, remembering one of his member’s snarky remarks from that gala.

“Can you guys stop bitching?” Mingi flopped himself down on the couch beside Chan, stretching out his long limbs.

“Why am I friends with any of you?” Gahyeon questioned, resting her head on your shoulder.

Rolling his eyes, Wooyoung stared at her unimpressed. “Because you’d be a loser with no friends if you weren’t.”

“Go fuck yourself, Wooyoung.”

“I’d rather have someone to fuck but sure babes.”

Okay maybe you shouldn’t have listened to Changbin and Yeonjun…

Maybe you shouldn’t have taken so many shots because you now really couldn’t drive home…

“Do not sing My Heart Will Go On !” San whined, face bright red, words slurred the more he spoke. “I don’t wanna hear your screeching!”

“It’s just the Toad version!” Wooyoung stumbled to throw his arm around Yeonjun, both giggling as the song was pulled up thanks to Yunho who stayed sober with Yeosang.

Chan was getting up with them, not hesitating as he joined in on the song. It was ear piercing, hearing all of them singing in the worst tone possible to match the infamous Toad version of the song. You and the rest were booing, even throwing napkins – or in Mingi’s case, his shoe – at the three.

Changbin took his ‘turn’, somehow keeping track of the imaginary list of contestants if they wanted to sing. Gahyeon was just as gone, if not more, than you were currently. She was sitting with San, both snickering, faces flustered. You did manage to get everyone a bottle of water, drinking or not, and have them down some between drinks. You did end up texting your group chat with Jeonghan and Joshua, letting them know that you and Chan would definitely need a ride. All Joshua asked when he ended up replying was to call so they could drive over.

You head shot up hearing the first note of the song Changbin put on, a well known G note that many might not know if you weren’t in your emo phase at least once in your life.

“God no!”

“ When I was…a young boy-” Hearing him start to sing, words jumbled together, you were joining in, grabbing Chan by the arm.

Somehow that ended up with a majority joining on, microphones long forgotten as the horrible mix of mismatched vocal keys filled the room. San got up, swaying with each shuffled step but was able to dance around in an uncoordinated fashion that had a majority of you laughing. As more songs were played through, it was evident the energy was getting exhausted the longer the group of you went on. San was half asleep against Yeosang’s side with Mingi mumbling a conversation with Yunho and Wooyoung. Chan was giggly and smiley as he spoke with Yeonjun who was just as gone.

You had found yourself nestled against Gahyeon, feeling her carding her hands through your hair, even braiding a few strands.

You felt happy, the alcohol made you feel warm and your head was a little hazy, but you were genuinely happy. It’s been a little bit since you felt this happy having more friends, being able to be a woman in your twenties, going out and just having fun. The last time was college but it felt like ages ago.

“Channie…” You lifted your head from Gahyeon’s shoulder, seeing the man turn his head to you with wide, drowsy eyes. “Is it okay if we go home? I’m starting to get tired…”

“Home?” His eyes brightened at the mention, “Are you gonna call-?”

“Her boyfriends~!” Yeonjun finished his sentence as you fished out your phone from your pocket.

“Yeah, I’ll call ‘em.” You muttered, pulling your legs close to your chest, dialing Joshua’s number.

It took a moment of ringing before it connected, hearing the tired hum of his voice.

“Can you come get us?”

“ Huh-? Yeah.” He groaned, probably sitting up. You didn’t know how late it was. “ I’ll get Han and we’ll be there in, like, twenty minutes. ”

“Thank you.” He hummed once more in response before the call ended.

You ended up closing your eyes for a few minutes, the couch in the room a pile of limbs and drunk conversation. You swore it was only a few minutes…

“Jeonghan!” Chan’s voice had you rousing from your unintentional slumber. “Shua!”

“Quiet down, it’s three in the morning.” Jeonghan chided, dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, tired eyes landing on you.

“We were waiting for them to get picked up before we left.” Yunho said, “One of Gahyeon’s group will be here in a moment too.”

“Thanks…” Joshua huffed, looking down to you and Chan with a small, fond smile on his lips. “Come on, both of you, up.”

Chan stood on unstable feet but steadied himself, grabbing his jacket. You…You were another story.

Peeling Gahyeon’s arms from around you, Joshua took your hands and helped you stand, placing his hands on your waist to keep you steady. You shook your head, trying to clear the fog that clouded your brain.

“Where are your keys?” He asked.

“Channie has them.”

“Let’s get you back to the penthouse.”

Nodding in agreement, you bid those awake a goodnight, waving the best you could with your heavy limbs, letting Joshua lead you out. Jeonghan was only a few steps ahead with Chan, listening to him ramble about the night, keeping an arm around the youngest shoulder so he wouldn’t run straight into a wall like he almost did, twice.

Chan and Jeonghan took your car back while Joshua placed you in Jeonghan’s car and trailed behind them. The ride was quiet, mainly because you were tired, and getting you up the elevator was the worst time, seeing as the jolt that started it almost had you falling over.

Jeonghan took the time to get Chan to bed, it was a struggle since Chan didn’t shut up but when he finally managed to slip out, Jeonghan looked exhausted. You were shuffled into a room and pushed to change in the bathroom by Joshua, hearing quiet murmuring as you got ready for bed. When you shuffled out, both were sitting on the bed in two different states of drowsiness. If either of them lied down, they’d probably pass out.

“ ‘m sorry I woke you up.” You sat between them.

“It’s okay.” Jeonghan put his arm around you, pulling you close to his side. He placed a kiss to the side of your head, knocking his head forehead gently against the side of yours. “I’ll let you get to bed.”

There was a pull in your chest, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol earlier or something else, but you grabbed his hand.

“Can you…both stay with me?”

Above your head, Jeonghan shared a look with Joshua from what you could tell before he kissed the side of your head once more.

“Sure, but I call the little spoon.”

“You suck.”

Joshua and Jeonghan got themselves comfortable, letting you fall in between them. Joshua didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you snug against his chest. Jeonghan nestled himself between your arms, facing you instead of letting you spoon him.

Tiredly, you placed an arm over his waist, basking in the warmth both brought.

“Go to sleep, Mouse.” Jeonghan whispered, getting his arms wiggled around your middle to keep you close as Joshua did.

You could feel Joshua press his head into the back of your neck, cuddling himself close as he had done many times before when sleeping over or napping. Relaxing in both of their holds, your eyes got heavier, muttering out a goodnight, or what you thought was a goodnight, to both of them before you were out for the night.

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