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Chapter 18

Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

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Previous Chapter (Chapter 17)

Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez, Atiny, or anything relating to what I do not know about being a videographer. This story will follow several of the events that Ateez has done in the past year for Golden Hour Part 2, that being said I will not be able to include everything.

Contains she/her pronouns.

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I strongly recommend looking at the inspiration pictures and the Pinterest boards linked above (which will be updating as the story goes on).

General Warnings: cussing, conflict, angst, fluff, and obliviousness.

CHAPTER WARNINGS - Cuteness

Let me know what you think! <3 Moonie

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You had played all of their songs that you knew and had moved on to showcase the other things you had under your belt. Some of the things you played were mashups flowing into several pieces without stopping, some movie soundtracks and some more classical pieces. Most of the time Hongjoong was sitting as close to you as he possibly could without interrupting your flow of music. That was until you decided to play something you knew would get them riled up. You started the notes of one of your favorite Stray Kids songs Back Door. As soon as Wooyoung recognized the tune he started yelling and marching over to you.

“Yah! Yah! None of that!” He grabbed your wrists from over your shoulders and you held back your giggle.

“Y/n-nie, No playing other oppa’s songs you should know better.” You turned to look at Hongjoong and he was surveying you like a predator would.

“They're not my oppas,” you snarked looking up at Wooyoung who was practically glued to your back. He was looking at you and you could see the twinkle of mischief behind his dark eyes.

“Yah, Y/n-nie” you heard Yunho from behind you and Wooyoung.

“Yes?”

“Don’t be a smartass.” You let out the laughter that was sitting in the back of your throat.

“I’m being truthful,” you said between giggles “they aren’t my oppas if I am older than every one of them.”

“Even Chan?” You heard Seonghwa ask from the corner of the couch he was perched against.

“Yes, even Chan.” You responded with a small huff. “Besides it's not like I am having an affair” you muttered under your breath. Only Hongjoong caught it and clicked his tongue at you. He knew exactly what you were doing now.

“Don’t be a brat Y/n-nie” You moved your eyes to look at him and his dark look was enough to shut you up about it. You nodded and Wooyoung released his hold on your wrists before making his way back to where he was on the couch.

“Jagi?” You turned yourself around on the bench to look at San who was sitting with his arm around Yeosang on the green couch.

“Yeah Sannie?”

“How did you learn all of these songs without having the sheet music?” Most of the eyes fell toward you with curiosity in their gazes. Hongjoong and Mingi both seemed particularly interested in the answer you were about to give.

“I have a penchant for being able to play things by ear, my Granny also taught me some techniques, I also may have inherited perfect pitch from her as well. Really it's a toss up between that having a little over fifteen years of experience playing, and being around a pianist for longer than that. I actually used to fall asleep best when I listened to piano music, or just music in general.

“Wait, so you can hear something and know exactly where it is on the piano?” Seonghwa asked while looking between you and Hongjoong. He must have been able to do the same.

“Pretty much,” you shrugged and looked over to Hongjoong who was smiling at you.

“So the intro from Ice on My teeth is something you could do without having music if I sang it for you?”

“Yeah, that's something I can do, ninety percent of the time I just listen to the song and learn as it plays anyway.” San got up from his comfortable position with Yeosang and was immediately replaced by Beans. He came closer to the piano and sat on the seat Hongjoong occupied a few minutes before. He started singing the intro to Ice on My Teeth, you briefly wondered if it had been stuck in his head and he wanted to get it out. As soon as he finished you looked at the keys of the piano.

“Can you do it again?” He hummed it again and you immediately went to the notes and played the small intro.

“Wahh,” You looked over your shoulder to see Mingi grinning at you. He seemed to be utterly entranced by you if the sparkle in his eye was anything to go by. Your eyes swept over the other boys and they were all wearing small smiles.

Turning back to the piano you caught Hongjoong’s stare. The brown in his eyes was deep and entrancing, he really tended to speak with his eyes. The way the lights twinkled in them was like stars; which is becoming one of your favorite sights. It made you happy that you could see this unguarded part of him, one that wasn't afraid to look at everyone in the room with absolute adoration; even you.

You turned back to the piano with a blush at the intense eye contact you had initiated. Smiling down at the keys you briefly wondered what spending all of your time like this would be like, not having to worry about the responsibilities of the rest of the world. You felt a hand on your chin, it gently brought you to look at Hongjoong. He was smiling at you, which made your heart absolutely melt; he was so beautiful like this. He leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to your lips. You felt the pace of your heart pick up and the blush rush to your face; you couldn't stop the grin from spreading across your face as well. You tried to look down again but the hand on your chin quickly stopped you by tightening just a little. He kept eye contact with you until you remembered the polaroid folio you had stashed in your bag upstairs. You let out a noise of excitement before jumping up out of his grip and running out of the room and up the stairs leaving behind eight very confused men who followed you up. You took the stairs two at a time to get to your duffle in your room. You grabbed it and started rooting around, pulling out the black tennis ball you set it aside on the bookshelf. Digging farther you finally felt the edges of it. You made a squeal of triumph and did a small dance before getting up and making your way back down the stairs. All of the boys were standing in the great room watching you as you came down the stairs.

“Come on, let's go to the nook, I have something I want to share with you!” You grabbed the closest boy to you which happened to be Yeosang as you rushed past them. He let out a noise of surprise as you started dragging him toward the nook. Settling a large pillow behind you, you opened your arms and made grabby hands at them. Yeosang was watching you with an amused smile before he cuddled up to your left side followed shortly by Wooyoung on your right. San settled himself by Yeosang and Jongho was by Wooyoung. Mingi grabbed Seonghwa’s hand and led him to settle by Jongho. Both of them leaned on each other while Yunho and Hongjoong did the same on the other side. Each of them was making themselves comfortable leaning on each other; making one giant cuddle pile.

“So, y’know that I had my polaroid and was taking pictures during the MV,” They nodded their heads at you. “Do you guys want to see them?” (Polaroid reference Pics this is only some of them) They immediately burst into excited chatter, Wooyoung was speaking so quickly next to you that you couldn't quite understand him.

You opened the polaroid book to the first picture of your team, all of them had seen that one so you just moved past it. The next picture was the one you got of Seonghwa standing next to a lamp in his resistance outfit. Taking it out of the folio you handed it to Hongjoong and he gently took it before smiling widely. All of the boys craned to see the picture he was holding out.

“I didn't even see you get that! It looks so cool!” You smiled at Seonghwa who was looking at the picture closely. Hongjoong tried to hand it back to you but you shook your head at him, he reluctantly kept it whilst trying to hide a smile. Turning the page you went to the next picture which was the first group shot. You handed around the folio and watched with a smile as they almost fought over it. Mingi and Yunho were exchanging kicks at each other like four year olds while Seonghwa and Hongjoong tried to avoid their flailing limbs. Once the folio made it back to you you went to the next picture. This one was one you snickered at before taking it out and handing it to San. Wooyoung missed it entirely until it made its way back around again.

“Yah! What's this?! Why did you take this?.” He hid himself in his hands at the picture of him squatting in front of the mirror taking selfies. Everyone was laughing and the picture made it back to San who, like Hongjoong, tried to give it back to you which you wouldn't accept. He smiled at you and squeezed your leg in appreciation. The next picture was the one you caught at the end of the day of Hongjoong. You took this one out and handed it to Seonghwa who burst into loud laughter. All of the boys were interested to see what the eldest was clutching to his chest. Once he recovered he showed everyone and Hongjoong was trying to hide from embarrassment at the superman pose.

“How were you quick enough to even catch that? I only did it for a second!” He almost wailed.

“Photographers lightning quick reflexes Joongie. I’m good at what I do for a reason.” You smiled back.

Seonghwa looked at you before tilting his head in a silent question if it was for him. You nodded to him and looked back down at the folio. The next two were from the sitting group shot. You took one of them out and handed it around the group. They all started a yelling match to fight over it; you could see the smirk on Hongjoong’s face as he pulled the I'm the captain card. Mingi reluctantly handed it to him and you snickered at his pout. The next one you had in the folio was one that you caught of Jongho. You handed the little book around the group and all of them cooed at the maknae at how good looking he was holding the pocket watch. You joined in and by the time it got back to you his face was beet red from the compliments.

Turning the page you got to the ones that made you fawn over Mingi; and his hands. You took one of the two shots and handed it to Yunho, who looked at you in shock. You laughed at his expression and he almost kept it to himself without letting the rest of the boys see it. That earned him a small smack on the leg from Hongjoong. As soon as he handed it off the boys were freaking out about how hot Mingi looked staring at the camera putting the ring on. You were glad you kept one because you knew they would have fought you over it. Yunho made a show of tucking it away and you snickered before moving on. As you flipped the page you realized this one was after you gave Aurora the polaroid. You took in the picture, it was a close up from behind you while you filmed Mingi dropping the lighter. You were grinning and Wooyoung snatched the folio from you because you were taking too long.

“Wahh that's an amazing shot! Look at our treasure getting a video of our princess!” He handed the folio around to the rest of the boys who were smiling at you. You made a mental note to do something for Aurora as the folio got back to you. Turning the page you saw a cute picture of you and Jongho side hugging. You handed the book to Yeosang who was smiling at the picture. As it made the way around the circle the poor maknae was being teased again.

“Yah, you don't like affection but it's okay from her?” Wooyoung pouted as he received the folio. You held back the laughter bubbling up your throat at his expression.

“She doesn't push my buttons every second of every day like you do, and she asked before touching me.” He sniped back. Wooyoung looked up at you and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“I'm just his favorite.” Most of the other boys made noises of complaint at the comment. You looked to Jongho who was smiling at you, he gave you a small nod which made you grin even wider. Snatching back the folio from Wooyoung, who was holding it hostage, you turned to the next page. This one had to have been one of your favorites, it was a shot similar to the one with Mingi. You were in the foreground of the picture and Yunho was in the background with his head tilted back, the flames were outlining your silhouette and making him glow. You had half a mind to skip this one so they wouldn't try to take it but Yeosang had already seen it and was absolutely enamored by it. Which prompted San to reach over him and take it from you. Hongjoong and Yunho both leaned over to inspect the picture. Yunho was immediately a blushing mess as San and Joongie complimented him. The folio got passed around and all of the boys were amazed by it. Mingi tried to take it out of the folio but you grabbed it before he could.

As you turned to the next page you were met with the funniest picture of all of them so far. You threw your head back as you burst into laughter and clutched the book to your chest. All of the boys were wearing puzzled looks at your outburst. When you recovered you handed it around and all of them were pouting and protesting at the looks on their faces in the picture. Aurora had captured the moment you picked up the Tinkerbell moth, each of them were either staring at you with shock, disgust or awe. As soon as you had the book back you knew this one was getting stashed in your wallet. Flipping the page you were met with another comical picture. This time you snickered and handed the folio to Wooyoung who you knew would tease Seonghwa.

“Yah, Hwa hyung did noona embarrass you?” He jested holding out the picture. You were withholding one of your business cards from a very red faced Seonghwa. It must have been after you called him pretty. All of the rest of the boys burst into laughter as they inspected the picture. Seonghwa was absolutely mirroring the red face of the picture right now. When it made it back to you you flipped to the next one and your jaw dropped. Aurora must have either gotten in the water with you or was at the very edge of the fountain. You were in the bottom of the picture squatting getting the recording of the boys walking across in front of the flame. Jongho gently took the folio from you and exclaimed at the amazing picture. All of the other boys straightened and started squirming to see the picture. As soon as they saw it they all started bickering to see if they could get the picture. Hongjoong looked toward you and immediately knew you would want to keep this one. He snatched the folio from Yunho, who was being the most vocal about wanting it, and handed it back to you.

Flipping to the next page you were met with a very similar picture, only this time it was of you laying in the pool with the boys walking and Mr Song standing with his phone out recording you. You gasped and dropped the booklet out of shock before immediately picking it back up and investigating it closer. Moving your glasses out of the way you brought the photo as close to your face as it could get without distorting it; which ended up being only just beyond your nose. This time around the boys let you take in the picture before taking it from you.

“I can't believe she caught this, I am totally going to have to do something for her now.” Running a hand down your face, you readjusted your thick framed glasses over your face. You handed the book to Yeosang after fixing your glasses where you wanted them.

“What's that our treasure?” Hongjoong held his hand out to see the folio. San handed it to him and he inspected it closely like you did.

“Mr. Song was recording me in that picture. He actually posted a video of me stating how dedicated I was, it went viral within the photographer and videographer communities, and I am sure throughout some of the modeling and kpop companies with how much he has done.” All of the boys looked up to you and were wearing large smiles, you could feel Wooyoung wiggling around like he was trying to suppress the urge to bounce around. Just when you thought he had it under control he practically tackled you into Yeosang. He was hugging you so tightly you let out a breathless laugh.

“ ‘M so proud of you my rose.” He murmured to you, squeezing you even tighter. You wrapped your arms around him the best you could and Yeosang wrapped himself around the both of you giving you a gentle squeeze. Very few people told you that they were proud of you, it struck something deep in your chest hearing it; especially from someone who means so much to you.

“We are all proud of you Kkulbeol (Honeybee)” He left a kiss on the top of your head. Wooyoung squeezed you one more time which prompted a squeak out of you before letting you go and straightening up. As the picture made its way around the group you couldn't help but to smile at everyone who was as invested in this as you.

When Wooyoung handed it back to you, you flipped the page and immediately melted. You looked back up to all of your boyfriends before looking back down at the folio. You knew they had seen this one as they were the stars of it; Aurora must have handed the polaroid to them immediately after you went to change. All of them were in their MV outfits holding out finger hearts and beaming for the picture. At the bottom of the picture in the small white space was a heart with Ateez written next to it in what looked like Hongjoong’s handwriting. You looked back up to the smiling men and back down to the picture. This might be tattoo material down the line. You tried to say something but all of the thoughts flew out of your head as soon as you saw the picture, the butterflies had also made a rapid return to your stomach. Yeosang and Wooyoung were smiling at you while they leaned closer. Seonghwa leaned over Mingi and Jongho and gently took the folio from you. He held out the picture to show everyone and all of them immediately understood. Without any words having to be exchanged you moved onto the next picture.

This one was definitely one that would receive a lot of teasing. You took the spare out of the folio and handed it to Wooyoung. As soon as he caught sight of what it was he dramatically swooned while clutching it to his chest. Jongho had to practically wrench it from his hands and immediately went red at the picture of San sitting pretty and shirtless in his fur coat holding his barley tea. Shortly after he handed it off to Mingi.

“So hot,” Seonghwa murmured to himself while leaning to look at the picture with Mingi. You burst into laughter and looked at San who didn't realize it was him just yet. When it made it around to San he immediately flushed red and was waving his hands out in front of him trying to stop the teasing compliments. You flipped to the next page and showcased the next picture of him hanging from the chandelier. All of them immediately teased more, San was absolutely red faced, he was hiding from all of you by the end of the giggle fest.

The next one you flipped to was of Mingi standing in front of the large mural and looking like a god. You took the spare out and handed it around the group. As soon as Yunho got it he claimed it. You turned the page and were met with the pictures of Hongjoong squatting in front of the statues with that horrendous bow. You took one of the two out of the folio and handed it around.

“Yknow, that bow was absolutely atrocious.” You said as the picture made it to Hongjoong. He looked up at you with a smile and his eyebrows raised. Some of the other boys started snickering at the brash words.

“The only thing I could think of while you were wearing it was if I could get away with pulling you closer to me with it to kiss you.” Fuck why did you say that. The rest of the boys burst into bigger laughter while some of them agreed with you. Hongjoong’s face flushed while he looked down at the picture before handing it off to Seonghwa who was the last to see it. When it made it into Seonghwa’s hands he tucked it away with the other picture he had.

“You were thinking of him like that before you even were in a relationship with us,” you turned to look at Yeosang who was smirking at you. You felt the heat rush to your face and you immediately sunk into yourself away from him and into Wooyoung who was cackling. You tried to make yourself as small and hidden as you could behind Wooyoung.

“You had a crush on us,” Wooyoung teased, leaning back onto you. His entire body was shaking with his laughter.

“Shut the fuck up,” You got out from behind him so he couldn't lean on you any farther. Bringing your knees up closer to your chest you crossed your arms and let out a huff. San was the one to reach out to you and squish your cheeks as you pouted. You smacked his hand away and glared at him. The rest of the boys burst into laughter and started cooing at your embarrassment. You started moving to get up so you could leave. Just as you were scooting to the edge of the nook you were blocked by Yunho and Seonghwa; who were stretched out across the bottom of the large bed. An arm wrapped itself around your middle and yanked you back to your previous spot.

“You can dish it but you can't take it can you?” Yeosang was close to your shoulder as he asked. You chose not to dignify him with an answer, in choosing to do so all of the boys cooed at you again and got as close as they could to you. You started trying to push them away from you at one point you shoved Wooyoung’s face away from you while he was making kissy noises at you.

“She's so cute when she's flustered, we should do this more often.” Your head whipped around to look at Yunho. If looks could kill, he would be a dead man. His smile was cute but it held a little bit of menace behind it. The butterflies in your stomach were having an absolute field day, it almost was enough to make you nauseous.

“Alright I think she's had enough.” You glanced at Hongjoong who was watching you. He was holding out the folio that had gotten moved around in the commotion. You gently took it from him and opened it to your previous spot. The next picture you had forgotten about. You took the spare out of the folio with a snicker at the sight of a silly photo making you feel just a little better. Yunho immediately started laughing at his own expense when it got to him. The picture was of him while he was trying to be a mime behind the picture fame. Mingi snatched the picture from the last person who had it and kept it. You grinned at him and moved on. Yeosang’s pictures with the chandelier were next, you took the extra out and handed it to Jongho. His face immediately lit up and he tried to gatekeep it. With a light smack from Seonghwa he shared the picture. All of the boys were complimenting Yeosang who was hiding his face in your shoulder. You looked down at him and could see the red on the tips of his ears. Leaving a kiss on the back of his head you continued. The next ones were some of your favorites, just because of how Seonghwa was posed; and because he was iconic. Taking the more candid of the two out you handed it to San first. You knew he absolutely loved this kind of style. His eyes immediately went wide as he took in the picture of Seonghwa sitting on the car in his heels with his cute man bun.

As it made its way around the group most of the other boys were complaining about the pain of heels and how they don't know how Seonghwa does it. He responded with a smile and a shrug. You knew Mingi’s pictures were next, his form was perfectly silhouetted while he was standing on top of the car. All of the boys made noises protesting him standing on top of the car which was met by a laugh from you. They were expressing the thoughts you suppressed while he was actually doing it. He was smiling and giggling at the teasing remarks from the rest of the boys. After the teasing fest you flipped to the next page and smiled at the picture of Jongho standing next to the piano. Yeosang snatched the picture from you which shocked you as he had been fairly calm the entire time. Turning to look at him he was smiling at the picture and tried to keep the other boys from taking it from him. Wooyoung had reached over you and gave him a smack, holding his hand out expectantly.

“Be nice,” if Yeosang wasn't going to stand up for himself you would have to do it for him, he was too sweet for his own good. The rest of the boys started ooing at Wooyoung like children after you lightly scolded him. He looked at you like a kicked puppy and you pinched his cheek. He tried to smack your hand away but you were quicker to pull away which resulted in a smack to himself. Yeosang let out a snort and you snickered as well. The picture finally made its rounds and most of the boys were babying Jongho. The maknae was hiding himself on Mingi’s shoulder as the picture made it back to Yeosang. Flipping the page you were surprised to find this picture. Aurora had a penchant for knowing when to pull at your heartstrings. The picture was of you playing the piano in front of the boys who were all leaning against it. You could see some of the people in the background who had frozen in time while you played. Tearing your eyes away from the picture you handed it around.

The boys were thoroughly inspecting the picture of you. Turning to take each of them in you let a small smile worm its way onto your face. Yeosang was just leaning on you content, as was Wooyoung. San was laying on Yeosang’s hip as he laid down, Hongjoong was leaning on his arm on San. Yunho was laying with his head on Hongjoong’s stretched out legs; Seonghwa was doing the same with Mingi. Jongho was sitting close to Wooyoung but mostly leaning on Mingi. All of them were just smiling and radiating happiness.

When the polaroid booklet made it back to you you turned the page to see Yunho’s beginning shots with the sucker. This one you knew they would fight over so you handed it to Yunho first. His responding smile was contagious and sent shivers down your spine. As it made the rounds the boys were loudly debating who would get the photo, but what they didn't notice was Jongho tucking it away. He held eye contact with you and held up his finger to his lips, you nodded and started to move on. When you flipped to the next picture you smiled adoringly at the one shot you got of Yeosang covering his blushing face with the tennis racket. You showed it to him first and he suppressed a smile and hid himself in your shoulder.

“The director complimented him and this is what happened.” you handed it to San after he hid from you. As soon as he had it in his hands he started smacking Yeosang. His cuteness aggression was in full force while looking at one of the most bashful members caught in the picture. When the other boys saw it they started cooing at an embarrassed Yeosang, who was digging his head farther into your shoulder like you could absorb him.

“That is all of the ones I have, plus the ones you guys got when I was taking them.”

“Y/n-nie?” you turned to look at Yunho, “Thank you for sharing these with us, we really love that you did this for us.”

“Yuyu, I loved being able to do this for all of you. It brings me immense happiness to be able to bring anyone joy. It's part of why I chose this job. For me it’s not about the pictures or videos I capture. It is the memories that are beyond the lens.” Looking over all of their faces they were watching you with an intense sense of understanding. You could see a lot of what they do in what you do. Creating to inspire.

“Do you ever look at a picture and think back to what was happening then and what led up to it?” They nodded at you and some of them looked at the polaroids they were holding onto. “That's what I strive to invoke, the emotions connected to the pictures and videos. That's what I did today with these pictures. I evoked all of your happy memories leading up to the pictures and helped you create ones after showing you them.”

“You are something else Y/n you know that?” Smiling down at yourself you made your hands busy with the folio to keep from picking at your nails. Having this much attention on you could be pretty nerve wracking. Wooyoung squeezed your arm a couple of times for comfort. All of them were watching you with smiles, as soon as you met their eyes they were satisfied you were okay and pulled out their phones. You pulled yours out from the pocket of your dress and checked it. There were a few emails from some people that you had been conferring with about traveling to help with their model shoots or commercials. Those emails were something you could deal with later when you got back into the office. You also had to plan for the trip you were going to be taking the day after Yeosang’s birthday.

“Oh, I forgot to mention, the day after Sangie’s birthday I have to go on a business trip for about a week and a half to France for Mens Fashion Week.” You didn't even look up from your phone while you confirmed the booking of your hotel.

“You're going to Men's Fashion Week?” You looked up at Hongjoong who all but threw his phone at your words.

“Yeah,” you tilted your head at him. “A few of the brands I have worked with are requesting my presence for some of their photoshoots and shows. Specifically for the Comme des Garcons Homme Plus Show, I've been working with them for a couple of years now.” His eyes got wider if that was even possible. Seonghwa was laughing in earnest now at your confused look.

“I'm going to that show! I was invited as a VIP!” He was almost shouting with excitement.

“Really now?” You let a grin worm its way onto your face.

“Shutterbug!” his large smile was contagious and had made it across most of the other boys’ faces; yours just got wider.

“Songbird!” You raised your eyebrows at him, he was bouncing around and Yunho was laughing at how much he was making him move. You got up and stood to walk off the mattress of the nook making sure to carefully avoid the limbs of the other boys. As soon as you made it off the nook you stood there looking at him with a tilt of your head. He took the hint and clamored over Yunho to throw himself at you with excitement. You wrapped your arms around him and laughed as you steadied yourself.

“I get to see you in your element! I'm so excited!” He separated himself from you and settled his hands on top of your shoulders, slightly shaking you.

“I can tell Songbird, but you have already seen me in my element plenty, I literally basically work for you at this point.” He made a noise of disgust before rolling his eyes.

“You don't work for us you work with us there is a huge difference. I meant in your element like you not focusing on us.”

“Ohh, I see. Either way I'm excited too! I can't wait to see your outfit for the show, I'm sure it will be amazing.” He was absolutely beaming at you at the mention of the outfits he would be wearing.

“It's going to be interesting for sure, of course if you are wearing what you normally wear I am sure we will be almost matching.” That was an odd thing to mention.

“What is it that I normally wear, Joongie?” You already knew the answer, you just wanted to mess with him a bit. His eyes widened and his face turned a cute shade of pink at your teasing question.

He took his hands off your shoulders and started waving them in front of him to make sure you understood that he didn't mean to offend you in any way. “I mean like if you wear your black formal clothes like when we first met ‘cause it is more of a professional setting you know? Or just black in general like you normally do.” You let out a small snicker at his rambling and heard a few snorts of laughter behind you.

You cupped his cheeks in an effort to calm him slightly, “Joongie, I’m just messing with you. Generally photographers wear all black when they are out for shoots anyway.” He let out a sigh and closed his eyes leaning into your touch. You smiled at him and left a kiss on his forehead before stepping away and moving back to the large cuddle pile on the nook. He followed shortly after you and let Yunho cuddle up to him again.

All of you were content just laying out on the large expanse of the nook. Some of the boys were just scrolling on their phones and others were petting the giants who had made their way around. Mocha was laying on your legs while Yeosang and Wooyoung were leaning on your shoulders watching TikTok videos with you. Before too long you ran across Aurora’s repost of the video of you that Mr. Song took. She captioned the video ‘The dedication is unreal VisionsbyOnyx, kqentertainment, Ateez_Official_’ with a large amount of hashtags. She had only reposted the video a few minutes ago. You liked and reposted the video before two boys leaning on you could quite register what it was.

“Yah! Is that you?!” Wooyoung inquired loudly next to you, which startled the rest of the men surrounding you.

“Yeah that’s me, and there’s you and the rest of the boys,” Yeosang gently grabbed your hand and brought the phone closer to his face to watch the video again. His face broke into a smile and he looked up at you adoringly.

“Let me see! Let me see!” San was reaching toward you making grabby hands at your phone. You chuckled and gave it to him.

“Wahh Jagi! This is so amazing!” He beamed as he showed the video to Yunho and Hongjoong. Both of them lit up as they watched the video.

“Don’t gate keep it! We want to see too,” Mingi was motioning wildly with his hands at Hongjoong who had your phone. He rolled his eyes and handed it over.

“Our Treasure! That’s so cool! I still can't believe that you laid in a pool of water to get that shot!” Seonghwa was smiling as he kept watching the video.

“It’s part of my job to get the shots no matter what. Remind me one of these days and I will show you the pictures I got while I was strapped into the back of a moving car for some of my motorcycle and car shoots.” (Here is a reference of the kind of photography I am thinking Bellakshoots)

“Wait what? You did what?” Your gaze fell to Hongjoong’s shocked one. All of the boys were looking at you like you were absolutely nuts.

“I've done many miscellaneous and slightly dangerous shoots especially during my college days when no one had the balls to do it.”

“You have to show us those soon!” Yunho was smiling at you as the words flew out of his mouth.

“I will, It is a lot though so we might have to carve out a day to do it.”

“Deal!” He and Wooyoung responded in unison. They both looked at each other and started giggling. You shook your head at them and motioned for your phone back. Jongho gently gave it to you and you resumed doom scrolling. Most of the other boys had resumed what they were doing and all of them had some kind of contact with you, either a hand on you or laying on your legs; whatever they could get. The warmth of everyone and the tiredness from all of the excitement of the day was finally starting to wear on you. Your eyelids were getting droopy and you tried so hard to stay awake but you couldn’t.

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“They’re asleep.” When the words were whispered by San everyone turned to look at where you, Wooyoung, and Yeosang were huddled together. Your head was leaning back against the window and the boys were slumped against your shoulders. Your phone was softly playing a photography video over and over again. Yunho got up and the rest followed quietly and gently to make sure not to disturb you guys. As soon as all of the boys extracted themselves San and Jongho shifted you three to be actually laying down instead of leaning at an uncomfortable angle. Seonghwa grabbed one of the blankets that was in the large basket and covered all of you, even Mocha, who seemed content enough to start purring as soon as it was over her.

“I know we haven’t known her for very long but it feels like I have known her for a lifetime. I am really happy we have the opportunity to take care of her and love her.” Yunho turned to look at Mingi who was watching the entire thing with a small smile. His eyes spoke volumes as they looked back at him. He took a step toward Yunho and immediately wrapped him in a hug. Relaxing into it Yunho gave him a pat on the back and a kiss to the side of his head. Mingi must have needed to put that energy somewhere else so he wouldn’t squish them. As soon as he pulled away he grabbed Yunho’s hand and led him out of the room to the gaming room. Yunho watched as Mingi grabbed a controller and plopped onto the large beanbag which almost swallowed him. Snickering, Yunho grabbed the other controller and settled next to him.

As they browsed the options of games San and Jongho made their way in holding hands. Jongho settled onto the couch and San immediately curled up to him. watching the Maknae still get flustered after all this time was one of Yunho’s favorite things. His face was red as he tucked an arm around San who pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Jongho lightly slapped him on the shoulder and turned to look at the two on the beanbag for help.

“You chose one of the clingy ones to hang out with, don’t look at me like that.” Yunho was smiling at the two of them, even after getting flipped off by Jongho. Mingi let out a snicker and finally chose a game. Most of the afternoon had continued like this. The boys had made themselves at home within your home.

A short while later there was a slight shuffle across the floor of the great room. All of the boys that converged into the gaming room leaned to look out the door to see Wooyoung rubbing his eyes with a sleepy smile. As soon as he spotted the rest of his boyfriends he made his way over and crawled into the space between San and Jongho. The former laughed as Wooyoung tucked himself as close as possible to the two of them.

“What are we going to do for dinner?” Everyone turned to look at Seonghwa. Some of them snickered at his question.

“We could go and get things to prepare noona food, or she has told us many times that we could poke around and make something if we wanted.” Wooyoung sleepily responded before he yawned.

“I like that idea, a repayment of when she made us something this morning. I think there was a shop not too far down the road, one that is maybe a few minutes drive.”

“I'll go get changed and head out then," San detangled himself from Wooyoung. Wooyoung whined up at him until San gave him a small peck in the lips. As soon as he did Wooyoung got up to go with San, the rest of the boys watched as they left.

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You woke up to the smell of food and an arm wrapped around you. Peeking up to see who it was, you found Yeosang smiling down at you. He had placed his phone down to his side to pay complete attention to you.

“Hi, did you sleep okay?” He tucked some of your hair behind your ear. You responded with a sleepy smile and tucked yourself closer to him burrowing into his chest.

“Yeah I did, I haven't fallen asleep in the nook in a long time. Also you didn't have to stay with me, you could have gone to be with the other boys.” His arms wrapped tighter around you and he placed a hesitant kiss to your hairline.

“You were comfy against me, I couldn't move and disturb you especially knowing your shitty sleeping habits. You are just as bad as Joongie hyung” You let out a snort and reached out to lightly smack his side. He let out a chuckle and tucked you closer to him, if that was even possible. You listened to the general chatter coming from the kitchen, most of the boys must have been in there.

“Dinner is almost done, is she awake?” Yunho questioned from the general vicinity of the arch between the kitchen and nook. You picked your head up from Yeosang’s chest and looked over to him. As soon as he realized you were already awake a smile lit up his face. He stepped closer and sat at the edge of the nook placing a hand on your leg.

“Youngie and Minki made dinner for you to repay you for breakfast. Dont worry Hwa hyung made sure to not let them completely destroy your kitchen.” You let out a huff of laughter at the thought of Seonghwa following the two around the kitchen cleaning up after them. Sitting up and moving away from Yeosang you moved closer to Yunho who was still smiling at you. Yeosang followed you but got up and walked out toward the kitchen. You stretched your arms above your head and let out a small squeak at the way your bones popped. Yunho got up and offered you a hand to help you. As soon as you took it he gently tugged you up and into his arms. You relaxed into the hug wrapping your arms around him and you felt him rest his head on yours. His heartbeat was steady under your cheek.

He pulled away from you and gently grabbed your face, running his thumb over your cheekbones. His hands took up most of your cheeks and his fingertips rested on your neck. He leaned into you and gently put his lips against yours. You closed your eyes and leaned up into the kiss, lightly grabbing his shirt to keep yourself steady. Your heart stuttered in its rhythm, the gentleness with which he held you was earth shattering. He held you like you were his whole world while he poured everything into the kiss. You let your hands run up and down his back which prompted a small shutter from him. Smiling into the kiss you stepped closer to him successfully slotting yourself as close as you could without breaking the kiss. Once you broke apart you opened your eyes and watched him as he put his forehead against yours smiling softly with his eyes closed. When he opened them his dark eyes sparkled with love. You couldn't stop the small smile that made its way onto your face.

“You are so beautiful when you smile Haebalagi,” you tilted your head at him in a silent question.

“It means sunflower in English. Sunflowers always face the sun and I want to be your sun, the one that always makes you smile; with the exception of the other boys and your team.” Your smile only got bigger as you put your face in his chest. His responding laugh warmed your heart as he wrapped his arms over your shoulders again; one of his hands coming to rest on the back of your head. You felt him start to sway with you. God damn. Just about twenty four hours ago you would have never thought this is where you would be.

“Yuyu, everything okay in here?” As soon as you heard Mingi’s soft voice you peeked your head around Yunho to look at him. He smiled widely at you and walked into the nook. You watched as he walked past you and settled himself behind you wrapping his arms around you and Yunho. Your mind immediately thought back to the first time this happened. You really should have seen this sooner, the way they held you hasn't changed but the feelings between the three of you had. Sighing happily, you settled back into their embrace, Yunho was sharing a small look of absolute pride with Mingi above your head. You just stood there for what only felt like seconds before Wooyoung had started yelling across the house summoning everyone.

The three of you perked up as soon as you heard someone snap a picture of your group. Peeking around Yunho’s shoulders for the second time in a few minutes you saw Hongjoong with a large smile on his face. The smile you wore never quite left your face; it only got bigger as the time went on. Mingi was the first to step away with a kiss to the back of your head, Yunho did the same but with a peck to your lips. You stood there for a minute in shock, it still felt like a fever dream. One of your hands made its way up to your face, your fingertips lingered against your lips. Hongjoong approached you and held out his hand for you to grab so you could go to the other room. You gladly took it and noticed how perfectly his hand moulded against yours. He gently tugged you out and toward the back porch where the rest of the boys were.

Something about how quickly and easily they settled into your house made your chest tighten with adoration. All of them were chatting and waiting for you and Hongjoong to join them; just like this morning. The only difference was the fairy lights you had strung across the ceiling were twinkling giving the porch a warm glow in the twilight. As soon as the rest of the boys saw you their smiles made the room even brighter. There was a seat open next to Jongho which you took with a small smile. Hongjoong took the seat across the way from you between Yunho and Seonghwa. There was already a plate of food ready for you and Jongho scooted it closer to you. When you took the first bite the flavors burst across your tongue, this was easily the best food someone made for you; other than your mother. You looked at Wooyoung and Mingi and smiled wide.

“Thank you for making this, it is absolutely delicious.” Wooyoung being Wooyoung smirked and threw his hands out in a dismissive motion. Mingi beamed at you with a small blush covering his face.

“We got all of the things from the small shop down the road, and we replaced some of the things you used on us this morning.” You looked over to San who was wearing a small smile. You had completely forgotten to show them the greenhouse, they could have used some of the things you had instead of spending their own money on you.

“You really didn't have to do that, I was more than happy to make it and use the things I had on you guys; you are my boyfriends after all.” A weight settled on your leg toward your knee, looking down you saw Jongho’s hand resting there. You looked back up at him and he was looking at you already, as soon as your eyes met his he looked away. You gently grabbed his hand letting yours rest on top of it. His hand squeezed your fingers that had settled themselves on his palm.

“Aish, we wanted to, and it was the perfect excuse to get to know your kitchen better. If I have my way we'll be cooking together more often.” You looked at Wooyoung who was smiling wholeheartedly at you.

“You just want to have more space than the dorms to cook, don't be so coy.” You looked at Yeosang and burst into laughter; he really was a sniper with his comments. He huffed at the two of you and returned to eating. The dinner continued with small chatter from the boys between bites. Jongho’s hand was a steady presence throughout the dinner, it made you happy that he was getting more comfortable with you.

A little while later while you were settled on the couch in the game room watching the boys play one of the co-op games you had. You were leaned back against San’s chest with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. Yeosang was on his other side leaning his head on his back quietly watching the others play. Seonghwa was lying across the couch with his head in your lap and his legs on Hongjoong who had a hold of your hand over Seonghwa’s stomach. You were smiling down at Seonghwa’s relaxed face as you combed your fingers through his long hair. A shout startled you and you turned to see what happened. Mingi was caught in a death loop as the others kept trying to get him to move. A snicker left you before you could suppress it. All of their heads whipped up to look at you, each one of them was squinting at you like you had cursed at them.

“Go on, keep embarrassing yourself, it's entertaining.” Yunho hid his smile at your response. Mingi rolled his eyes at you and turned back to the screen. Wooyoung and Jongho both smiled at you and turned back to the screen. You watched as they continued the game after Mingi got himself out of the loop.

“When do you guys need to head back?” You asked, turning back to looking at Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Seonghwa opened his eyes and moved his head to look at Hongjoong.

“We can spend one more night here, tomorrow we have a mid morning schedule we need to get to.” He squeezed your hand with a small smile.

“That works perfectly that way you don't have to get out and navigate while it is dark.” Your mind wandered for a moment before remembering you needed to show them the greenhouse. “Oh speaking of it being dark, I have something that I would like to show all of you whenever they get done with this round. Seonghwa nodded against your thigh and closed his eyes again, basking in the attention you were giving him; just like Toothless does. A few minutes later the boys had completed their round and paused the game. As soon as they did, the four of them got up, Yeosang was the first to separate himself from the pile on the couch. Seonghwa sat up and stretched, Hongjoong reached over to smooth out his hair which was a little ruffled from you running your fingers through it. You stretched out your legs and your knee let out a large pop, you winced and straightened it back out. San was looking at you with a small tilt of his head.

“It's just my shitty knees, nothing to worry about.” He nodded at you and got up. Jongho had stepped in front of you to help you up. Smiling up at him you took it and offered your other to one of the boys still seated on the couch. Seonghwa ended up taking it and smiled as you tugged him up. As soon as he was up he let go of your hand and helped Hongjoong up. Once everyone was ready you started leading them out of the room toward the front door where their shoes were.

“We have a little bit of a walk to get to where I am taking you so you might want your shoes instead of being barefoot like I generally am.” All of them muttered as they went to find where they left their shoes. When all of them were ready you slipped on your well loved black studded birkenstocks. You would have to get them some slip ons to have around here. You led the boys to the back door and outside, a hand found yours just as you passed the threshold; you turned to look back at Jongho. You smiled at him and made your way out into the backyard. Following the curve of the pool you went to the small walkway lined with firefly lights toward the back behind the hottub. Making your way out over the small path you took them down toward the greenhouse.

The boys followed you diligently through the winding cobbled path. The lanterns were casting a warm glow through the trees as you led them farther away from the house. As soon as you got close enough to see the large weeping willow you paused to make sure all of the boys were with you. Jongho was the first to catch sight of it, his eyes sparkled as he looked at the lights. He turned to look at you and back at the tree. When the other boys got into range and almost ran into the pair of you you heard several shocked gasps. Looking over their faces you snickered at the shock and awe. You led the boys farther down the path and past the koi pond. Jongho had let go of your hand to explore the rest of the area which was lit up with various fairy lights and lanterns. Some of them had stopped to look at the water and let out shrieks as they noticed the fish.

Shaking your head at them you moved toward the greenhouse which they had yet to see. They couldn't quite see the greenhouse because it wasn't lit up and the other lights were only bright enough to light up the small area around them. The dark colored greenhouse only stood out to you because you knew what to look for and had been down here many times at this time of the night. You walked into the greenhouse and turned on the lights taking in the smell of fresh soil and plants. Most of the boys shouted in awe when you turned the lights on within the greenhouse. Every one of them moved toward where you were standing in the doorway. All of their eyes were shining as they took in the expanse of plants and things scattered about.

“This is where I get a lot of the produce that's up in the house. Most of the strawberries I had were from here, I only bought some frozen ones to go into the daiquiris. This wing is for fruits and herbs I can grow in the greenhouse.” you motioned to the left wing.

“This wing is for the vegetables” you motioned to the right wing looking over the several things that were ready to be picked. Hongjoong let out a noise of disgust before retreating out of that wing and toward the fruits.

“The center is just for some of the plants I dont keep in my office. I also have several fruit trees that I have amassed over the years outside.” Wooyoung was bouncing around like a kid in a candy shop. He immediately spotted the watermelons and went over to inspect them. The rest of the boys had spread out amongst the greenhouse looking over everything and touching most of the leaves.

Your mind started to wander at the possibility of having a large picnic out here. The large picnic blanket would be set out under the willow tree. You could see Wooyoung and Yeosang out here picking some of the fresh vegetables and fruits. Seonghwa and Jongho would be picking apples and some of the other things. While the other boys sat and watched the koi. You were startled out of your thoughts when someone grabbed your hand. As you focused back into reality you saw San standing in front of you with a smile. Finally letting yourself listen to your intrusive thoughts you poked his cheek where his dimples were showing. Just as you did so he burst into small giggles which were contagious. The both of you were giggling at each other, further listening to your thoughts you leaned in and pressed a hesitant small kiss to his cheek right where his dimple was. You watched as his smile turned bashful and his face turned a cute shade of red.

“Awwww look at how flustered he is, noona you made him turn red.” Snickering at Wooyoung’s comment, you moved around San and walked over to the fruits hoping he wouldn't see your blush too. After a couple more minutes of letting the boys explore you started to head back to the house. As you meandered down the pathway you were smiling at the humming and chattering of the boys behind you. A few of them had run past you chasing each other which you shook your head at. You made your way up to the house to see the three goofballs lined up on the cat tree staring into your soul. As soon as you walked into the house all of them scattered their nails scraping across the floor in their haste to get away.

“We should probably get to bed soon,” you said plopping onto the couch next to Mingi and tucking your legs under you. The rest of the boys had made themselves comfortable on the other couches. You watched as Beans and Mocha were running across the pedestals on the wall. The two of them were running all over the place and Toothless was just behind them. When the children started getting hyper it meant they were working off their energy to go to bed. The boys were watching with worried looks as the giants were running across the wall and ceiling. Toothless had jumped from one of the pedestals on the ceiling to the large treehouse with a loud thud which made the boys jump who weren't paying attention to him. You snickered as he leapt off the treehouse and took off up the stairs almost careening into Yunho who had just come out of the bathroom. He let out a yelp and jumped over Toothless so he wouldn't collide with him. Yunho looked at you with a raised eyebrow, which made you lose it. You had doubled over on the couch at the look of confusion and shock. As he was walking to make his way over to you Mocha and Beans both almost ran him over too.

“Aish you crazy cats,” he muttered as he approached the couch.

“When they get like this it's best to just sit still and keep your feet up off the floor.” As you said that the other boys moved to tuck their legs up under them or to rest on the others. They heeded your warning in perfect time because Mocha came in chasing Beans around the small table you had in the middle of the couches not a second later. Yunho leapt over the back of the couch and settled himself next to Mingi as the girls took off again.

“If you give them a few minutes they will calm down, this is their night time routine before we settle down for bed.” San let out a laugh at the fact which made you smile at him. Shortly after you heard the scraping of claws against the wood floor and you watched as Toothless ran away from Beans. You leaned forward on the couch knowing exactly what he was going to do. He leapt up onto the back of the couch and ran across it which scared both Yunho and Mingi. As soon as he made it toward the edge of the couch he leapt off it and ran around the cat tree with Beans. Several of the boys let out laughs at the absolute absurdity of the giant's chaos. It had already been a few minutes of this, not to mention however long they were doing this before you got back to the house.

“Alright, since they show no signs of stopping I am going to go get ready for bed, maybe if I settle down they will too.” You stood up and stretched, most of the boys had muttered some form of goodnight before you made your way up the stairs. After you made it to the middle of the landing, Toothless ran into the back of your legs at full speed and knocked you over. You caught yourself on your good knee before resting your other one on the floor with your hands coming down to balance you. You turned yourself around to lay on your back as the giggles overtook you. Fucking 23 pound monster. The loud thud of you catching yourself before hitting the floor startled all of the boys downstairs which prompted them to run up the stairs to see you laying on your back on the floor giggling. You looked up at each of the concerned men surrounding you.

“Are you okay?” Yeosang crouched down next to your prone position on the floor. You nodded and fell into another fit of giggles.

“It happens all the time, he will run into me and then disappear. Sometimes I swear he does it just to fuck with me.” Just as you said that he wandered into the room like nothing happened. San immediately moved to him and scooped him up. You watched as he gently scolded the giant cat in his arms. Wooyoung moved over to pinch his back feet which made him squirm. San ‘tortured’ him with a few kisses on his head and put him back down. As soon as he was back down on the floor he walked up to you and headbutted you like he normally did when this happened and walked away. San offered you a hand to help you up and you took it. You dusted yourself off and smiled at all of the men. Seonghwa had his hand on his chest like he was still trying to recover from hearing you hit the floor. Mingi, Yunho and Jongho were watching you with a quiet intensity. You caught Hongjoong looking you over to make sure you really weren't hurt. San and Wooyoung were just smiling at you which you returned. Yeosang stood back up to his full height and settled his hand on your lower back.

“Come on Y/n-nie lets get you to bed so the crazies will calm down too.” Yeosang started escorting you to your room. Most of the boys scattered and made their way to the rooms they claimed attempting to avoid the giants as they ran around. When you stepped into your room and turned on the light you saw Toothless laying on the large tree in your window. You stepped up to him and started petting him.

“Did you really have to go and embarrass me in front of my boyfriends like that you little shitlin.” (this is an actual thing I call my cats, it is a mixture between shithead and gremlin) He chirped at you in answer and Yeosang snorted. You let out a small chuckle at him and walked away toward your walk in closet. Yeosang had made himself comfortable on the chair at the end of your bed. You closed the door and ruffled around for another sleep set, the one you had worn this morning would have been fine in any other instance but after cooking in it you were sure it smelled like food. You grabbed your low battery sleep set and threw it on. Once you were finished you stepped out into the main portion of the room to see Yeosang had changed into some shorts and a tank top. He looked up at you from his phone and smiled.

You grabbed the remote off your shelf on the bedframe and turned to the star lights that were embedded into your ceiling. After you made sure they were the perfect brightness and set the sleep timer you walked over to turn off the big light. Yeosang let out a small gasp as you turned off the lights; you smiled at his wonder. You made your way back over to your bed and crawled into it. As soon as you were comfortable you opened your arms in an invitation to Yeosang. He set his phone off to the side and moved over to you and crawled into the bed with you. You were situated on your back and he hovered over you giving you a small peck on the lips before he settled on top of you with his head directly over your heart. This was the first time you got to hold him and not the other way around when you cuddled. He absolutely melted into you as you started running your hands up and down his back giving him scratches here and there. Eventually your hand made it into his hair and he let out a small noise of contentment. You listened as he hummed a small tune, his deep voice was reverberating against your chest and it shot an arrow straight through your heart. His voice was so beautiful and unique, you could just sit here and listen to it for the rest of your life.

A couple of minutes later San walked into the room, he glanced up at the ceiling. “Wahh, that's so cool!” He stopped just short of the end of the bed and took in the rest of the lights. You were just smiling at him, he turned to look at you and smiled back. He crawled into the bed on your other side but before he could lay down completely, his eyes caught on something above your head.

“Yah, is that Hetmongi and Ddeongbyeoli?” You picked up your head and turned to look up toward the headboard by your pillows where you knew they were. Yeosang was looking up and caught sight of them. The grin that split across his face was smug as he looked back at you.

“Yeah, the rest of them are sitting on the shelf just above my head. I'm honestly surprised you didn't clock the large dragon plushie first.” San’s eyes moved around the bed until he caught sight of the large black dragon plush that was close to Yeosang’s side. His eyes continued up and saw the rest of the Aniteez sitting pretty on the bedframe’s shelf you put your glasses on. He was very pleased with himself as he picked up Ddeongbyeoli and replaced him with Sandeoki on the bed. You rolled your eyes at him and opened your arm to him so he would settle against you. He settled on his side next to you tucking himself under it. He and Yeosang were both smiling at each other and exchanged a sweet kiss before cuddling farther into you.

“Goodnight my sweethearts,” you murmured, taking off your glasses and setting them on the shelf.

“Goodnight our treasure, we had so much fun with you today.”

“I had fun with all of you too, we definitely need to make this a habit whenever we can.” Yeosang nodded his head against you, you could tell he was losing the battle with sleep. His breathing started evening out and you left a kiss on the crown of his hair before turning to look at San. He was looking at you with his eyes half open and a sleepy smile. You returned it and cradled his head closer to you so you could leave a kiss on his forehead. He melted into you and finally closed his eyes. You stared up at the ceiling watching the lights twinkle like stars.

How the hell did you get this lucky? These men had shown you more love in the past day than any other prospective relationship had or any relationship for that matter. You thought back to Hongjoong’s words yesterday.

You feel like the missing piece we never knew we needed. We are pursuing you. You are the person that we want to have with us from now on. You. Not anyone else. You. We want you through the light and the dark. We want you through everything.

Maybe it was finally time to put your trust into someone else, to let them care for you in the way you had for yourself all this time. Maybe you could finally let someone else in. You had taken a large step into the unknown with these men and right now it felt like one of the best decisions you have made in your life. You had always been on the outskirts of everything and now it was your turn to be loved. Being able to see and feel the love surrounding you was something foreign and you knew it would take some getting used to. Finally it was your turn to get something that you deserved, something you yearned for. You let your happy thoughts and their steady breaths carry you into dreamland.

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Ghost: Skeletá - Review

Okay so maybe I got the vinyls delivered early, and maybe I have some thoughts to share. Many thoughts, even. Very scattered thoughts. But I have to get it out. If you haven't got it yet or haven't listened to it, please note there are of course spoilers so read at your own risk.

Please remember, this is a fan review, and it's my personal opinions. I'll include opinions about the lyrics themes (my fav thing to analyse) more so than musicality because I'm not a musician, so I can't go super in detail about that kind of stuff. I can only go off what I know and what influences I hear. I've probably missed out about 40% of the thoughts I've had on the album, there will be more I'm sure, but this is just on the first 2-3 listens. * SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT! *

Peacefield

The choral vocals at the beginning are just beautiful, and I get clear visions of the light shining through the tatters in the curtain at the ritual while they're singing. For those wondering, the curtain drops after the first "Oh child // stay close to me" when the beat drops. Live, it sounds huge, bigger, more synths, the lot. But it's a perfect opener, building anticipation and i love that he opens the album AND the tour with it. It's a song that's so incredibly hopeful, and that message I think resonates right through the album, which is something we all need in this day and age. I've talked before about how it's very much giving me Separate Ways by Journey - inspired by, not copied. It sets the mood, and sets the theme as the 80's vibe comes through very much in this album as we go through. And of course, what a STUNNING guitar solo. Lachryma

More synths, continuing that 80's vibe. This one feels more inspired by Metallica through the verses, the guitars being a little more grungy, with Tobias' own style of vocals. Another sick guitar solo. Man loves a solo, doesn't he? We all know this one by now, so there's not much I can say that we haven't all already heard. Satanized

Again, we all know and love this song. We're back to the good old days of dark, satanic themes. Of course, it's about falling in love as Tobias has told us, as love slowly progresses and engulfs us. It's catchy as fuck and live? The 'BLASPHEMY, 'HERESY', call outs work incredibly well. But none of us ever doubted her, did we?

Guiding Lights

STUNNING. So beautiful. So absolutely mesmerising. It completely changes the pace of the record, slowing us down. It, to me, sounds like he's saying that the guiding lights we're being shown are almost a lie, they're deceptive, leading you down 'the road that leads to nowhere'. But it's almost like you can't help but follow it in the hope you'll get somewhere. One part he's saying "If I could have turned around and told you the truth, I would have," like he too is following it, it's a compulsion he can't help. De Profundis Borealis

Okay well the pace changes again, with a beautiful intro that follows on from Guiding Lights into this. Guiding Lights was a nice little moment to take a breath - this takes the breath away from you. It roughly translates to "out of the Northern depths", and we're definitely back to the darker themes here. It sounds like the story in Guiding Lights is continued, and at the end of that long road, this is where you emerge. I love what he does with his voice in the verses, a little darker, almost verging on the Nocturnal Me kind of vocals. Not quite, but almost... But it's definitely about emerging from the dark - this is where the message of 'hope' kind of comes back into play, for me. It's like the listener is entrapping themselves in their own misery; "See the palace built of frozen tears // is your own built prison" - it's very much telling you not to entrap yourself. And then the choral outro... I have no idea what they're saying, but what a way to finish the track. Just gorgeous. Cenotaph

The beat is giving 'galloping through the fields'. It feels incredibly triumphant. We all know by now that a Cenotaph is a memorial for somebody passed, either buried elsewhere or not buried at all. And that very much comes through in the lyrics, but more so focusing on how the person he's lost is forever with him, not buried in a grave somewhere. The "Wherever I go // you're always there // riding next to me" lyrics feel very much about someone he's lost always being with him, almost like they're fuelling him while he's galloping on through life. I'm sure we can all guess who that could be about. We know who his driving force was and likely still is. It's a beautiful homage to where it all started. Missilia Amori

Get out your stripper poles, this is delicious. He grunts, followed by a gasping breath which I audibly gasped at because jesus fucking Christ, Papa... The 'love rockets', 'excite me with your demise' - this is stunning. "Wherever you may hide away // i'm gonna hunt you down". Please, yes, do. It's very much about the love of his life, and love feeling like an act of warfare. It's like "oh you don't want me anymore? Tough shit, I'm coming for you." Papa V is hunting you DOWN. It's got an Alice Cooper energy to it, for sure. Very old school. Marks of the Evil One

We're back to the four horseman of the apocalypse imagery. It sounds to me like he's saying "LOOK THEY'RE COMING! LOOK! THERE THERE!" like he's watching them approach ready to bring the end of times with them, they're putting the marks of the devil on everyone because it's judgement day, motherfuckers. And he's excited by it. Almost giving me 'rock opera' vibes, there's a definite narrative to this one. Another BANGING guitar solo. Shredding for days on this album. This may be one of my favourites. It's back to the satanic themes, the dark worship. We're so fucking BACK baby. Umbra

Having heard this live I was expecting good - nay, great - things. Did not disappoint. The 80's synths are a beautiful intro. The cowbell is a wonderful addition, I knew I loved it already from the rituals but I'm glad it's very audible in the mix. Tobias warned us this was a horny track and yes, it absolutely is. "Death becomes your lover" - he really does, with this song. Lyrics are pointing at making love at an alter 'lit with black candles', 'in the chapel of the holy one', 'i put my love in you'. (He framed his dick with his hands and gyrated during this lyrics on stage, just do y'all have that mental image...) The guitar solo, the keyboards, it's just so incredibly well done. Excelsis

Well this just hurt. It's a tear jerker, a song about death, frankly. About the inevitability of it ending. It's almost like he's singing it to someone who's dying, but telling you it's okay. You can make your peace with it. To finish the album with "I am afraid of eternity too" was stunningly beautiful, haunting and devastating. His vocals are beautiful, and the guitar solo gave me goosebumps. Yes, another solo. A lot of them on this album, but each stunning.

Overall vibes

Listen, we are so fucking back, baby. I feel like there are far more nods towards Satan, religion and darker themes, plus so many of Tobias' favourite influences. It feels like the record has been plucked straight outta the 80's, which obviously birthed some classic albums. It's monumental.

It feels as though this is the amalgamation of everything Ghost. This is what he's been building to, that he's found so much confidence in what he does now and whilst he's always believed in Ghost, this feels like a whole new level of "Yes, I believe in this".

In terms of the new character, having seen him live this certainly feels like his album. We've taken a step away from Copia, and this feels very Perpetua. I do think it's a whole new vibe, but not an unexpected vibe, given Ghost's back catalog of music and Tobias being so vocal about his influences. That's why I think this will land so well. It may be different, but it's not a whole other ball park, kind of different. It's exciting, it's new, but it's still Ghost.

I can see a lot of high accolades coming from this, a lot of praise, a lot of growth. Papa Perpetua is fucking HERE, baby!

#ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost #ghost the band #da rulah speaks #tobias forge #papa perpetua #skeleta #papa v ghost #papa v #skeleta spoilers #skeletour #skeletour spoilers #spoiler warning

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midnight1nk · 5 months ago

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If you all were familiar with my analysis of the flareglow mystery, then you would also know how batshit crazy I was over the username changing on the steam page when it happened a few weeks ago. That's right, we're at it AGAIN! Ink Chasing Wild Goosechases 2: Electric Boogaloo ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Am I serious about this? Yes.

Would this be just as pointless as flareglow? Oh yeah, for sure—

Mystery of the SMG43 Steam Username

⚠️ DISCLAIMER IN INTRO POST ⚠️

CONTEXT

For the new year 2025, I had to start with a theory, obviously. The only unfortunate part was that it had to be flareglow *war flashbacks ensue* but it can't be posted without its twinning mystery of the SMG4 Steam page. Well actually, it's the "Not SMG3. Stop looking deep" Steam page as it currently says, quite a mouthful.

If you somehow didn't know about what's going on with steam, I might as well copy+paste from the quick overview I did (og link):

⭐️ the steam account the Team had (y'know with the GMod models), the username originally was "Glitch Productions" since the SMG4 show is under their company ⭐️ then that username was suddenly changed to "SMG3" with no explanation and no new thing added to the workshop

⭐️ now naturally, the fans were like "was it a hack?" or "was it a glitch from Steam itself?" or "is this a troll?" Basically no one knew, merely speculated (and certainly no one gave us any answers) ⭐️ As for what I thought, it seemed really weird to just change the username. Much more could've been done to the account and yet nothing else happened, which is why I thought the username change must've been done intentionally by the Team (especially bc of the flareglow mystery happening right around the same time as this). ⭐️ THAT is when Cube finally came out with that tweet saying that the Steam thing "didn't mean anything significant" and around the same time, the Steam username changed again to "Not SMG3. Stop looking too deep"

⭐️ Again, nothing new was added to the workshop or profile. The only thing that changed was the username. ⭐️UPDATES⭐️ as of today, there haven't been any changes to the username (I was really hoping that they did, we'll talk about it soon)

Very curious, indeed. ...we DON'T talk about Ben trolling. let's not.

"But what does that mean for us?"

As much as flareglow is a hit-and-miss, there is a big chance that the Team has made these changes intentionally.

REASONING (+ REBUTTAL)

Before we can go over the theories (patience friends), we have to knock out the logical explanations for this:

Nothing Significant

That's it. What Cube said, it didn't mean anything significant. It can be so stupid that it could literally just be the Team wanting to see the fandom notice. For the sillies. Which is basically...

Just a Troll

Whoever changed the username, whether it was the Team or a hacker, they just wanted to make a harmless joke. It's pretty well known that the Team likes to troll with us every now and then.

Looking directly at Ben rn

I mean, we did get word from the Team addressing it, right? Case closed, pack it up. Right?

...And here's where it all comes crashing down:

Out of all the platforms, Steam was chosen. We are all familiar with how the Team likes to tease us for future arcs, one way or another. The most well-known is the banner changing in YT and other socials, but not Steam. The only other time Steam was involved that I could think of was during the Western Spaghetti arc, the train ARG map.

This is CUBE we're talking about. This is the same guy who likes to troll us, aside from Ben. Remember back when the PV website had the "That's all folks!" gif before changing it for WOTFI '24 with Ringmaster 4? Cube tweeted "I used the same website host don’t read into it too much". And THEN when it changed again with "4" being unmasked as Mr Puzzles, all Cube responded was "🥰". Cube, Ben, the whole Team is aware that we pay attention to these kinds of things. The PV website brought attention to WOTFI, it's only natural that the Team wanted us to pay attention to Steam for a reason. Not to bring flareglow into this HOWEVER, don't you find it curious that Cube questioned flareglow before the official comment but didn't do it for Steam? Not to mention the wording being completely off in the official. "doesn't mean anything significant" sounds very much like "don't worry about it :)", even if it turns out to be something dumb. It would've been so easy to say "it's just a troll".

The fact that the username chosen isn't the issue, it's why it was chosen to begin with. Even if you don't consider SMG3's internal fear of never being remembered or loved (4's "pathetic copy"), their names are almost identical from one number away. It seems pretty harmless. But how the hell did the jump go from "Glitch Productions" to "SMG3"? It could've been "SMG4" and have the fans second-guessing. OR use any of the other character names like SMG1 and 2. Now, the counter-rebuttal could be that "it fits 3's character", some fans have commented that "it's Youtube Arc all over again". Fair enough, I thought it could be a sweet callback. BUT (countercounter-rebuttal) it still didn't make sense. If 3 wanted to be discreet about it with a smoother transition from "Glitch Productions", he could've changed it to "Snitch Productions" (also a good callback). And if you think they don't remember that, the Team placed a poster of the logo in 3's room.

There's no clear motive. Like I said in number 3, there's no motive as to why 3 would change it. Well, if it was him. Bringing back to the PV website example, there was a conundrum on why Ringmaster 4 would be asking fans for WOTFI challenges when the Crew and 4 himself had no idea about Puzzle Park. I've predicted before that someone (in this case Mr Puzzles) was impersonating as Ringmaster 4 to confuse the fans and reusing his website for a new purpose while the real 4 wouldn't have any idea. Steam would be the same way; someone with access could easily change the username at will and decide to impersonate 3. And who else had access in the past? *cough cough* ARG map *cough cough*

The timing of these changes. Besides the "SMG3" username change, there's the second username change, claiming that it's "Not SMG3". In hindsight, that doesn't seem like a big deal but the whole thing has been going on for over 2 WEEKS. In their universe, if 3 was joking around and assuming that 4 regained control of the page, the question is why didn't 4 change it back to the OG username? In ours, the Team already knows that the fans noticed the change so why don't THEY change it back?

(BONUS: if I wasn't clear before, it can't be a hacker) If their Steam account was hacked, the first thing they wouldn't think to do would be to change the username. You would have to think like a criminal to understand what I mean. Strike big and fast, leave nothing to chance. Even if this "hacker" wanted to troll around, there would be no reason to change it to "SMG3". I would've expected a keymash or something inappropriate. And again, the Team could've addressed this in a more serious tone and brought the OG username back.

Logic Chess babyyyyy (and I'm eating the pieces)

THEORY TIME

This is it! Before I go on though, I want to state that we're gonna treat flareglow and steam as TWO separate mysteries due to the uncertainty that still lingers with the Spotify situation. Spotify simply sucks. (also let's not bring the nightmare of a song in here.)

Now, the moment you're all waiting for, cue the intro:

Each one will be based on a single element I nitpicked from the whole mystery. It'll be up to you whether or not a few relate to each other, and ofc if you believe any of it. They're simply my "interpretations". At the end would give my overall theory (but I don't think I need to).

"Nothing Significant"

Let's go in the opposite direction Cube has told us. The Team planned to bring attention (and it worked) for a reason, likely for a future arc. Though the username was the only thing that changed on the page, a new item/addon can drop in the workshop as the Team did for the ARG Map. As of the time I'm writing this, nothing has... yet.

It doesn't matter who was responsible for this in the SMG4 universe, SMG3 is involved in the situation voluntarily or by force.

Who's Really Behind the Screen?

First off, we would need to know who had access to the Steam page, and the channel in general if needed. By the roster we got, it would be 4, 3, and Mr Puzzles.

4 wouldn't make sense right away due to lack of current motive, so he's off the murder board... for now

3 might be taking care 4's account while our blue meme lord isn't around, similar to how 3 has during the IGBP arc (most notably the "Announcement..." video). As to why 4 isn't around, it's still too early to call. Either (1) 4's taking a vacation or (2) 4's in danger.

Then if it's not 3, that leaves Mr Puzzles. "But Mr Puzzles is in solitary confinement" Then answer me how Mr Puzzles was able to upload the ARG map without having to access it through 4's PC for Western Spaghetti. Or setting up the live stream for IGBP. Oh, he'll find a way. Besides, we thought Marty would be in jail forever and yet here we are.

Let's talk about motive: out of all three, Puzzles is the only one who currently has a motive. And I mean CURRENTLY. The year just started after all. If any of them get pushed over the edge, pressing the right buttons, 4 and 3 can get one too.

Aside from this, I see the two strange usernames as a sort of conversation:

These were made by two different characters in a dire hostage situation. Person 1, the victim, made the "SMG3" username to call for help to 3 or the victim being 3 himself through Steam to not bring TOO much attention but enough to get someone to notice. Person 2, noticing this later, quickly deflected and changed it to "Not SMG3" and told anyone who saw it to "Stop looking too deep". Almost like a warning.

These are two characters controlling one body AKA possession. Just like number one, Person 1 is calling out for help and Person 2 is trying to damage control and deny it. Except the host character is denying that anything's wrong with them and excuses it like they're sick or something.

Again, these two are how I interpreted but they're not the only ones.

Timing

So... about that hunch. Yeah, it was entirely based on the timing of these changes happened. I found it strange that just as the Team was coming from their break and getting back to work, both flareglow and steam mysteries occurred. And after the comment they left on the New Year's special, something was up according to past Ink.

So, thinking back to how the second username said "stop looking too deep", I kept track of the days the usernames stayed up online. I thought that the answer didn't have to be complicated at all. No ARG, no secret decoding. Basic math. If including the end date in the calculation:

"SMG3" = 3 days

"Not SMG3. Stop looking too deep" = 19 days (as of today)

And this could lead to two things:

(to get this out of the way) it could be a series of numbers we could use for a future password. Similarly how typing "carnival" from the associated episode at the time unlocked the PV website with Ringmaster 4. And the WOTFI website is still up soooooo.....

and now my hunch *sigh* the numbers could be a date for a future arc/event. It was already strange that it dropped days before the first episode of 2025, it then became stranger when the second username is still up to this day. Using the first username, the 3 days would translate to the 3rd month (March) and naturally, the second username, it would translate to the day. If you had known me, then you would've known how I exploded when I realized what big event also happened in March. When the world was never the same again. That's right: It's Gotta Be Perfect (18th of March). Yes, my hunch was goop!4 all along and the date would've been solid evidence that it was gonna come true. Big surprise coming from me. And I said, WOULD'VE because as you can see, we passed those 18 days. Yep, my hunch was just as it was, a load of shit 😔 Still, not all is lost, it could still lead to a date. March has 31 days so if the username changes anytime between now and Day 31, then this would still make it entirely possible.

The Final Theory

Here we are: what I believe what's going to happen in the future of the show. Having all the speculations in one pile made me realize that Cube may be right all along.

Why would it be anything significant when we already knew the answer?

If any of you were veteran followers of mine, first off thanks for sticking with me and my insane ramblings, and two, you might recall one of my first theories. The true first, in fact.

Made before WOTFI 2024, I theorized that the Puzzlevision Arc would come full circle, based on past arcs and hidden details, and it'll all end with an IGBP sequel (link to OG). Though it's dated, a lot of it still stands and in fact, there's even more evidence to support it. WOTFI 2025 arc, The Mario PC Virus, Mario reacts to the Best 2024 Memes. It all keeps coming back.

In the PV arc, Mr Puzzles did indeed launch his streaming service Puzzlevision. And ever wondered what happened to it? 🤔

"Take it from us! The food here is a must, In addition with your ticket, you get PuzzleVision+"

[Mind-controlled Crew // WOTFI 2024]

I suppose it's time for a name change:

PUZZLEVISION+ : NOW AIRING

And that means, goop!4 is still real 🎉 Only this time, Mr Puzzles would destroy the Crew without hesitation. Death, torture, and trauma? It's good entertainment after all. And for that, he would have to be calculated in his plans.

For PV+, he would have to get rid of Mario somehow for always ruining his plans

Western Spaghetti would also get a sequel, but he would have to get rid of Tari to drive Meggy fully insane (the betrayal from WOTFI).

and last but not least, IGBP. Mr Puzzles and 4: narrative foils, two sides of the same coin. Where it all started, it ends here. But if he wants to ensure his chances, Puzzles would have to get rid of 3, the one who saved 4 the first time. (See where I'm going with this?)

We already knew goop!4 and Mr Puzzles' return will eventually happen, the hints are all there, so there shouldn't be any surprise when it does. Nothing significant. But of course, our Crew would get through this, to quote Boopkins from IGBP:

“Love wins! Love always wins!”

[’It’s Gotta Be Perfect’ // timestamp 28:56]

Indeed, love has unironically the power the Crew needed to beat the countless battles they've encountered. Even if it comes with a price, love always remains.

And this also means we might get WOTFI Heist 2 WOOHOO

But hey, that’s just a theory…

AN SMG4 MINI-THEORY

🎶Thanks for dropping by🎶

Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna strangle the Team rn /silly

#smg4 #smg4 theory #Goop!SMG4 #ink rambles #dude it's been such a long time since I said the “theory” line #anyway *dunks this into the trash bin*#also first day back to class i'm tired af

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iinsertblognamee · 1 year ago

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'Intro'

[STUDIO; WHITE BACKGROUND, YN & CAITLIN SITTING BEHIND A TABLE WITH TWO DUFFLE BAGS IN FRONT OF THEM - YN LEANING BACK, LAUGHING - CAITLIN LEANING ONTO YN LAUGHING]

YN FOORD (LAUGHING); Give me that! (PULLING OUT A SIGNED 'CAITLIN FOORD, NUMBER NINE' MATILDAS JERSEY OUT OF CAITLIN'S DUFFLE BAG) Oh my God. (SHOWING THE CAMERA, BEFORE THROWING IT BACK AT CAITLIN) Put it on.

CAITLIN FOORD (LAUGHING, TAKING THE JERSEY OFF YN); I don't know who put this in my bag because-

YN FOORD; -You did! Bloody love ya self don't ya.

(CAITLIN LAUGHING, AS SHE SHAKES HER HEAD AND HER RIGHT HAND)

YN FOORD (LOOKS DIRECTLY AT THE CAMERA); Can you believe what I have to put up with (POINTING AT CAITLIN, SHAKING HER HEAD) Bloody ridiculous.

[SCREEN, YN AND CAITLIN FOORD, SITTING BEHIND A TABLE WITH TWO DUFFLE BAGS IN FRONT OF THEM AND LOOKING AT THE CAMERA]

YN FOORD; Hello, I'm Yn Foord (LOOKS RIGHT, AT CAITLIN)

CAITLIN FOORD; I'm Caitlin Foord

YN FOORD & CAITLIN FOORD; And this is our kit bag.

(TURNING TO EACH OTHER, CLAPPING EACH OTHERS HAND)

YN FOORD; Look at us go!

CAITLIN FOORD; Absolute animals.

'Shoes'

[SCREEN, PLAYING CLIPS OF YN AND CAITLIN FOORD AT CAMP FOR THE MATILDAS - SCREEN, YN PULLING OUT SHOES FROM HER DUFFLE BAG]

YN FOORD; Shoes.

[CAITLIN PULLS SHOES OUT OF HER DUFFLE BAG]

CAITLIN FOORD; Shoes.

YN FOORD; Love me some great shoes.

CAITLIN FOORD; Oh yeah. Definitely.

YN FOORD (NODDING TOWARDS CAITLIN'S SHOES IN HER HAND); I see you've copied me with the white shoes.

CAITLIN FOORD; I- (LAUGHING) What? God, you're annoying.

YN FOORD (RAISING HER EYEBROWS, SHRUGGING HER SHOULDERS); I'm telling mum you said that.

(CAITLIN FOORD LOOKING AT THE SCREEN WITH HER MOUTH OPEN, 'SHOCKED')

YN FOORD; ANYWAY. Moving on. Shoes, can't really go wrong I guess. I have about five pairs that I just rotate, (LOOKING AT CAITLIN) How many pairs of shoes would you say you have Miss Foord?

CAITLIN FOORD; Um. I don't really know if I wanna say that out loud. Too many. Too many to remember.

YN FOORD; Come on. We all know you know how many you have.

(CAITLIN SHAKING HER HEAD)

YN FOORD (HER HANDS HITTING THE TABLE IN A RYTHME); Tell us. Tell us. Tell us.

CAITLIN FOORD; Ugh! Fine. Like thirty? Forty? I don't know.

(YN LOOKING AT CAITLIN WITH WIDE EYES AND HER MOUTH OEPN, BEFORE SLOWLY TURNING TOWARDS THE CAMERA)

YN FOORD; Forty pairs of shoes?! What on earth do you need forty pairs of shoes for? (CAITLIN OPENS HER MOUTH TO TALK BUT YN CUTS HER OFF) -Nah, nah. I actually can't believe that. That's wild man. Absolutely wild.

'Headphones'

[SCREEN, CAITLIN PULLING OUT HEADPHONES FROM HER DUFFLE BAG]

CAITLIN FOORD; Headphones.

(YN FOORD PULLING HEADPHONES FROM HER DUFFLE BAG)

YN FOORD (SINGING); Headphones!

CAITLIN FOORD (LOOKING AT YN'S HEADPHONES); Yours are so dirty.

YN FOORD (LOOKING OFFENDED); You're dirty. Shut up.

CAITLIN FOORD; Real mature. And you're meant to be the older one out of the two of us?

YN FOORD (MIMICKING); And you're meant to be the older one. Shut up. No one likes you.

CAITLIN FOORD (CAITLIN LAUGHING BEFORE TURNING HER ATTENTION BACK TO THE SCREEN); Headphones. A definite must on camp (SHOWING THE SCREEN, AND THAN YN HER HEADPHONES) I thought I bought noise-cancelling ones, but I didn't so. Guess that's that.

YN FOORD (MUTTERING UNDER HER BREATH); Ha. Loser. (MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH CAITLIN, BEFORE BOTH BURST INTO LAUGHTER)

(OFF SCREEN) UNKNOWN VOICE; What kind of music is normally played in camps?

YN FOORD (LOOKING AT CAITLIN, BEFORE LOOKING PAST THE CAMERA); Um, kinda depends on who has the speaker.

CAITLIN FOORD; Yeah. I feel like we mostly all have the same kind of music, but sometimes when we lose Lydia will put on like 'saddest songs mix' and we all just kinda sit in the bus staring at the window contemplating all our live choices.

YN FOORD (LAUGHING); Oh god. Bloody Lydia and her sad songs. We'll be like turn it off and she just turns the volume up louder. (YN MIMICKING LYDIA TURNING THE SPEAKER VOLUME UP, PRETENDING TO LOOK OUT A WINDOW WITH A SORROW LOOK ON HER FACE) And we're all just sitting there watching her in her feels.

CAITLIN FOORD; In her feels?

YN FOORD (SHRUGGING HER SHOULDERS); Yeah I don't know Kyra taught me that.

CAITLIN FOORD; Of course she did.

(OFF SCREEN) UNKNOWN VOICE; What's the fan favourite song currently?

YN FOORD; Ooo. Good question. Um, Strawberry Kisses has been making its way up the ranks lately. Steph loves loves loves that song.

CAITLIN FOORD; You know she never plays it at arsenal

YN FOORD (LAUGHING); It's only allowed at the matildas. Nowhere else.

'Caitlin's Secret Item'

[SCREEN, YN LOOKING INTO CAITLIN'S DUFFLE BAG - YN LEANING BACK, LAUGHING - CAITLIN LEANING ONTO YN LAUGHING]

CAITLIN FOORD (LAUGHING, TAKING THE JERSEY OFF YN); I don't know who put this in my bag because-

YN FOORD; -You did! Bloody love ya self don't ya.

(CAITLIN LAUGHING, AS SHE SHAKES HER HEAD AND HER RIGHT HAND)

YN FOORD (LOOKS DIRECTLY AT THE CAMERA); Can you believe what I have to put up with (POINTING AT CAITLIN, SHAKING HER HEAD) Bloody ridiculous.

(CAITLIN PUTS THE JERSEY ON, PUFFING HER CHEST WHILST LOOKING AT THE CAMERA WITH A SMILE ON HER FACE)

YN FOORD (LAUGHING, PUSHING CAITLIN'S ARM); Oh my god. She loves herself.

CAITLIN FOORD (SMOOTHING HER JERSEY); This one is actually for my mum. I know how much she likes to wear jerseys of good football players.

YN FOORD (CHOKING); Excuse you. Mum won't have time to wear that junk when she's too busy wearing MY jersey.

CAITLIN FOORD: You're dreaming mate. No chance.

YN FOORD: Oh yeah. You wanna know how confident I am that she'll wear my jersey.

CAITLIN FOORD; Tell us then. How confident are you?

YN FOORD (PULLING OUT HER PHONE FROM HER POCKET, THE DIAL TONE STARTING TO RING). Imma call her.

(PHONE RINGS FOR THREE DIALS BEFORE PICKING UP)

SIMONE FOORD (THROUGH THE PHONE); Hello Lovie?

YN FOORD (SMILING); Hi mum, how you going?

SIMONE FOORD; Nothing much, can't complain. How'd the media day go with Cait?

CAITLIN FOORD; We're in the middle of one now, hi mum!

SIMONE FOORD; Hi sweetheart, how are yo- (YN FOORD CUTTING HER OFF)

YN FOORD; -yeah mum, she's fine. Question. At the World Cup who's jersey are you going to wear? Mine or adopted over here?

SIMONE FOORD; My Alanna Kennedy jersey just arrived in the mail this morning. I tried to get one for Mackenzie but they don't sell hers. How ridiculous.

YN & CAITLIN FOORD (WHINING); Mum!

SIMONE FOORD; Anyway I'll leave you two girls to it. Love you both lots and lots. Be nice to each other. Bye! (PHONE CLICKS OFF)

'Boots'

[SCREEN, YN LOOKING AT CAITLIN PULL OUT HER BOOTS FROM HER DUFFLE BAG]

CAITLIN FOORD; Boots.

YN FOORD; Yeah, we got some new boots for the World Cup. Very exciting. (LOOKING AT CAITLIN'S BOOTS, BEFORE PICKING ONE UP) I like yours, they're really nice.

CAITLIN FOORD; Thank you.

YN FOORD (LAUGHING, SHAKING HER HEAD); Thank you? Bloody hell. You are such a dork sometimes, you know that right?

CAITLIN FOORD; Um. (BOTH GIRLS BREAKING INTO LAUGHTER AGAIN)

'Notebook'

[SCREEN, YN PULLING A NOTEBOOK OUT OF HER DUFFLE BAG]

CAITLIN FOORD (SPEAKING AT THE SAME TIME AS YN); Oop. Look at you, you nerd. YN FOORD (SPEAKING AT THE SAME TIME AS CAITLIN); This is my notebook for learning Spanish.

YN FOORD (LAUGHING WITH CAITLIN, SHAKING HER HEAD); Shut up. (CAITLIN PICKING THE NOTEBOOK OUT OF YN'S HANDS). But yeah, that's my notebook that I used to learn Spanish because I'm supposed to be able to speak it.

CAITLIN FOORD (FLIPPING THROUGH THE NOTEBOOK, SHOWING YN A PAGE, AS THEY BOTH LAUGH); Didn't realise it was art class too?

YN FOORD; Yeah, sometimes I get bored, (LAUGHING) so I just kinda draw instead. It's really bad, actually. I should probably stop doing that so much.

CAITLIN FOORD (TRYING TO READ ONE OF THE PAGES); Hola, my. my. (LOOKS AT YN, BOTH LAUGHING) mi nombre es Caitlin?

YN FOORD; Good! (CLAPPING HER HANDS) Hola, mi nombre es Yn. es muy bonito conocerte. 'Hello, my name is YN. it's very nice to meet you'.

CAITLIN FOORD; Hola, mi nombre es Caitlin. (BEAMING AT THE CAMERA ONCE SHE FINISHES)

YN FOORD; There you go! Maybe I can teach you some Spanish during the World Cup.

'Goodbyes!'

[SCREEN, YN AND CAITLIN FOORD, SITTING BEHIND A TABLE WITH TWO DUFFLE BAGS IN FRONT OF THEM AND LOOKING AT THE CAMERA]

YN FOORD; Well there you have it, that's our World Cup kit bag essentials. (YN FOORD GRABBING THE DISCARDED 'CAITLIN FOORD JERSEY' AND THROWING IT AT CAITLIN) Some of us packing absolutely rubbish, but hey. It's a no-judgment zone down under so.

CAITLIN FOORD (SNORTING); no-judgement my ass.

YN FOORD; and with that, it's time to say goodbye! (WAVING AT THE CAMERA) Bye!

CAITLIN FOORD; Bye! (TURNING TO YN, SLAPPING HER ARM) um. oh. adiós! 'goodbye'.

YN FOORD (LOOKING OVER, SMILE ON HER FACE); Hey! Look at you go. (LOOKING BACK AT THE CAMERA WAVING, CAITLIN JOINING IN) adiós! 'goodbye'.

inspired by; lucy bronze & jordan nobbs reveal their world cup kit bag essentials

#woso x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #woso fanfics #auswnt x reader #sister!reader #foord!reader #caitlin foord x reader #caitlin foord

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descendant-of-truth · 3 months ago

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Few things drive me insane like the claim that "3D Zelda was getting stagnant anyway, so even with its flaws, Botw was a necessary change for the series"

What stagnancy?? Was 3D Zelda stagnant when they gave Link four separate, unique social standings in his hometowns across each new version? Or when they flooded Hyrule in one game and had it be an undiscovered land in another? Was it when they turned Link into a wolf for half the game, or had him fly around on a bird, or sail the seas, or transform between three different species by swapping out different masks?

Did 3D Zelda effectively showcase stagnancy when it gave every single entry a completely unique, visually striking art style and atmosphere? To the point where even Majora's Mask, famous reuser of assets, is impossible to mistake for its predecessor?

Everything I've heard to justify this mindset that Zelda somehow "needed" such a drastic change falls completely flat in the face of just how much the series was thriving before Botw came out. Every single major 3D release was just nonstop back-to-back bangers, and yet somehow people are acting like they were just OoT copy/pasted several times.

And they always end up reaching for the most, just... inane things to use as evidence for this supposed lack of originality.

"They were reusing too many of the same items!" Yeah because the items were cool and people liked using them. Also they were very much adding new items to the familiar pool each time, so I fail to see the issue here

"The story is always the same! You start somewhere with lots of trees, then you go to the same old locations with water and lava, blah blah blah you're the chosen one and have to go save Zelda and fight Ganon" Hey you know what other game you're describing the plot of. Breath of the Wild

(But honestly it was hard for any of that to feel stale for me when the execution of each of those steps was different each time. y'know. the thing that actually matters in storytelling)

"The intros in Zelda games used to be sooo long, but now I can even run straight to Ganon if I want!" So what you're admitting here is that not experiencing the story is a positive thing for you. In a game series that heavily prioritized its narrative up until now. I mean, based on that statement alone, being able to skip the majority of the game is supposed to be a positive? In a game THIS gigantic?

Also, let's not act like Botw's intro is better just because it can be completed quickly. It doesn't even hold up narratively compared to the others. There's intrigue, yes, but in terms of your immediate activities? Nothing particularly bombastic to write home about.

Ever notice how every other 3D Zelda before Botw has an inciting incident whose consequences are immediately followed up on? But sure, go on, tell me more about how boring they were because they dared to develop things before tossing you to the monsters.

And no matter how you might try to spin it, switching to an open world is not inherently a "natural progression" for the series. It's just something completely different from what it was doing before. That's like saying Battle Network was a natural progression of the original Megaman formula - neither one is bad, but nobody was playing Megaman and thinking "man, if only this was a pseudo turn-based game with a deck building mechanic and my movement was restricted to a grid"

Anyway, join me next time for when I talk about how Botw Link is far and away the worst-written Link despite my personal enjoyment of him, and how sick I am of people acting like this is when he finally "got a personality"

#legend of zelda #loz #Not sure if this really counts as analysis or meta considering it's kinda just a ramble but. here it is #I would actually like to go more in detail about Botw Link and therefore all the other 3D Links before him #but that wasn't gonna fit neatly into this post so I'm saving it for later

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haleswallows · 8 months ago

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I’ve Been the Forest and the Fire (and the Witness Watching It) DC x DP Dead on Main (Jason Todd/Danny Fenton) Teen Soulmates AU

Chapter 2!

Teaser:

"This is bullshit."

His soulmate turns around at the sound of his voice. Freezes. He looks tired and scrungly and of course. Because the universe hates Jason, so of course the asshole is also in the class he's taking for his Maths Gen-Ed credit.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jason stands over him. "Aren't you supposed to be really good at math, or something? Why are you in an intro level class?"

His eyes are huge. "I don't test well and did bad on the placement exam."

"Great," Jason seethes. A twisting in his gut makes him feel like he's about to throw up. The soul bond demands proximity with his 'other half'. Chronically contrarian, Jason fights the instinct and the rising nausea before giving in. He slides into the desk next to his soulmate. The discomfort immediately eases. "Fucking fantastic."

There's attempts at a conversation. Jason ignores it in favor of getting himself settled. Pulls a copy of the list of accommodations he'll need that the Student Affairs Office helped him put together. Subtly scopes the room - for exits, and the best desk for when he brings Ace.

Ignores the put-out expression, the longing looks coming from his right.

Thankfully, the professor focuses on reviewing the syllabus only. And assigns a set of problems. What sort of jerk assigns homework on the first day?

Students scramble for the exit as soon as the dismissal comes. Asshole looks like he has something to say, but Jason just… he can't. Refuses. Before he gets subjected to what the fuck ever the asshole thinks he needs to say, Jason snags the professor.

He's vaguely aware of his soulmate lingering, and then eventually leaving. His gut clenches and his hands shake.

•○●○•

Jason stops in his tracks. The asshole looks at him. Jason glares back.

He's in Jason's literature course too.

"Whoa, 'scuse me," another student mumbles, side-stepping around Jason and his cane where he's standing stock-still in the doorway. Fuck.

OK. Fine. He has two classes with the piece of shit. Jason's dealt with worse.

He doesn't sit next to him, finding a seat in the second row and near the door. It's strategic. Less walking, a better view of the board. There'll be more room in the aisle for Ace when he starts bringing him. Jason stakes his claim - this'll be his desk for the semester.

The asshole can sit in the back like a delinquent. Jason doesn't care. He can't see him from here anyway.

The professor - mid-30s, bearded, Southern accent - makes them do an ice-breaker game. Jason wants to die.

Professor 'Just call me Justin' holds up a bag of Jolly Ranchers, directs them to take one and pass the bag down the line. Jason fiddles with the wrapper of his 'cherry' (it doesn't taste like cherry, he can't be convinced otherwise) while the bag makes its journey, and Justin makes an odd list on the board.

Grape for a favorite poem, Blue Raspberry for a pet's name, Lime for best vacation, Watermelon for 'what you wanted to be when you grew up', and Cherry for favorite food.

"Alright, everyone got a candy?" Justin claps the chalk dust from his hands. "Great, I'll start. I'm Justin," the class titters. Yes, they know. "Lime! So, I taught English in Japan for four years. My favorite vacation was to some traditional hot springs in Osaka. Next…. you!"

The random student pointed to blushes. "Oh! Uh, Karmine. Blue, my family's dog is named Cesar."

"Hi, Karmine! Pick your victim."

She shrinks a little, points randomly. It goes on like that - name, flavor, stupid random fact. It's dumb. There's cringing and some laughs at the stupid pet names. Then someone - Samir, Jason now knows - points to him.

As if he isn't a local celebrity that's had his photo in every newspaper multiple times since he was 12. And that tabloids theorize about his relationship with Bruce, or why Bruce is 'ashamed of him' as a cripple.

"Jason, chili dogs from Dave's stand." In between the pitying looks, a few nod knowingly. Locals, then. He ignores the smattering of whispers, no doubt picking up on theory crafting about him where Vicki Vale left off.

He taps the desk of the guy next to him. And away it goes, another name, flavor, and answer.

Jason's tapped out, vaguely listening but mostly only keeping track of who hasn't gone. It's background noise, all he wants is to talk to the professor and go the fuck home. When —.

"Danny. Uh, watermelon. I wanted to be an astronaut." The asshole smiles shyly, then ducks his head and rubs the back of his head.

Gross. Jason knows his name now. He frowns and the asshole — Danny — sees it, the smile dropping off his face.

Gross. He turns forward, Danny pointing to one of the few remaining people. It's hard to breathe and the wrapper of the Jolly Rancher is sticky when he unwraps it. Pops it in it his mouth.

Gross. Fake cherry.

#dead on main #dcxdp fic #dcxdp #my writing #soulmates au #ongoing #Pain on main

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mikeyp16 · 13 days ago

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Adding onto my previous rant cuz these tags refueled my fire for a more cohesive rant.

First off: People call Planes 2 a Cars 3 ripoff?? HUH??? Where TF is that argument coming from? But I guess it ties into the second point, I've also noticed a lot of people are so quick to dismiss both Planes movies really easily, (not helped by cartoon reviewers who also dismiss these movies)

I’ll state my bias, I personally enjoyed Planes more as a kid, and have fond memories of them. Are the Planes movies perfect? No, but they are just as valid films as the Cars movies. plane kids deserve movies just as much as car kids.

When it comes to critiquing the films there are some valid critiques but most people don't go that route to justify their hatred for the films. First if you’re going to critique the films you should at least categorize it correctly.. Like people calling it a ripoff are not just wrong because of how different Cars and Planes are, they’re also wrong because Planes is a Spinoff. It takes place in the same universe that follows different characters and a different area of the world. Forgive me for bringing up the controversial franchise but that's like calling Helluva Boss a Ripoff of Hazbin Hotel, like that’s just not true??

Secondly, Planes and Cars have very different themes and the protagonists go on very different journeys, and I feel like people calling Planes a copy is a by-product of people missing the whole point of Cars 1.

Cars 1 isn't about racing. What I mean by that is the film doesn't really revolve around McQueen preparing for and participating in a race like most racing films do. Yes there is a time between the three way tie and the tie breaker race, but McQueen spends that time in Radiator Springs, fixing the road he broke. Along the way he learns to slow down, appreciate the smaller parts of life, that you can't always be a one man show and that winning isn't everything. The King even foreshadows the Lesson Mcqueen is going to learn at the end of the intro race. McQueens conversation with mater and later with Doc are both good examples of McQueen maturing as a person, being less of an asshole and letting people help him. When he loses his mojo and motivation for the race you can literally see it come back when he sees his friends and by implementing what he’s learned from Doc. At its barest bones, Cars is about a celebrity learning to be humble and winning not by physically passing the line, but by being a good sport. That is the theme and message of the first Cars.

Planes on the other hand is more of an underdog racing film. Being about Dusty trying to overcome what those around him keep telling him to be. Throughout the film Dusty is almost always constantly being reminded he’s a crop duster, he isn't built for speed and that he should stick to crop dusting. He’s told this so much it frustrates him, and you can see this in his conversation with Skipper when he gets chosen. (i used that clip on the previous post)

You can tell in his voice that Dusty is frustrated, he KNOWS he’s a crop duster, he doesn't need people to keep telling him he’s very much aware of that fact. But you can tell he’s un fulfilled, he’s tired of doing the same thing for years as he’s put it, he wants to race because he wants to fulfill a dream of his, in his home you can see the racing posters and figures to show how important this dream is to him. At the start of the film his goal isn't really to win, but to prove he can do it. It's here where the two films’ themes really diverge.

Like I've mentioned Planes does have some genuine critiques, like the weird military ending (not even I can explain why) or the plot hole surrounding Skipper’s time in the navy yet only having one medal? Even if he did only one mission I'm sure he would have had a few more, considering the age he’s implied to be? Like he would have had to do quite a bit before becoming a flight instructor correct? I do love Skip but i think they tried to re-create Doc’s Backstory when in context it doesn't really work, keeping your racing past a secret is different than repressing your military service, etc, But these are conversations for another day

My point with bringing these up is that some people when critiquing Planes tend to dismiss it as a cars clone and call it a day or pull points that arent relevent to the film, this is especially true with Planes: Fire and Rescue, ( PFR ) and comparing it to Cars 3

First, saying this is a copy of cars 3 is crazy, especially when Planes Fire and Rescue came out first,

Plus while in both films the MC is forced to stop racing, in Cars 3 McQueen keeps trying to prove he can still do it, Dusty essentially becomes disabled since his gear box is out of production and while he tries to go McQueen’s route to prove he still can race at first it doesn't work out.

On a surface level, the films are about how life doesnt always go the way we want it, but they handle it differently. While McQueen tries to continue the Racing life and prove he's still got it and eventually staying with Racing, in PFR Dusty physically cant but learns that even with his busted gearbox, he cant let it stop him from doing something esspecially when it comes to firefighting

This moment with Blade showcases this

This is what makes these films different, at least to me. and yeah my bias might be showing as I am not the hugest fan of Cars 3, but It annoys me that people "analyse" and critique Planes when they only under stand both Planes and Cars on a surface level. Or just go with what the cartoon reveiwers say about them. (Like saying Fire and Rescue is propaganda but we're not gonna go into that)

TLDR: Planes are underrated and people need to stop calling the films cars clones because it proves they missed the point of both

#pixar cars #pixar planes #disney planes #cars fandom #planes fandom #planes fire and rescue #cars 3 #lightning mcqueen #dusty crophopper #mikey rambles #essay #Whew sorry for the long post!

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brennacedria · 17 days ago

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Thursday Bangers - Friday the 13th Edition!

Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays).

Thanks to @woundedsoul12 for both the game and the tag! In return, I'm softly tagging @feralkwe @runawaydragons @becausedragonage and @pixiedurango

This week we have Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls:

And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to Heaven that I'll ever be And I don't wanna go home right now

The thing is, I have to drop some trivia before I get to my actual post. Did you guys know that originally, Goo Goo Dolls was a punk band? Cause they were!

Okay, okay, that's out of my system. Now then, let's have probably my ULTIMATE fluff fic that I'll ever ever write. It takes place a little more than a year after my Hawke is declared Champion. (On her and Sebastian's first anniversary together.)

Unfortunately, it's not copy/pasting into tumblr properly so you'll have to click through to AO3 to read more than the intro >.<

"Forever"

The table setting was immaculate. Her mother's best silver and crystal, lovingly restored from the damage of disuse, set over new tablecloths: pristine white over rich red. Goblets were already filled with chilled white wine as Orana and Bodahn laid out the first course. “What is this?” Ria asked, bemused. She and Sebastian had shared plenty of fine meals in the year they'd been together, but this was so… formal. Regal. Sebastian took her hand and ever so lightly pressed his lips to her knuckles. “I thought we'd celebrate.” “And what are we celebrating?” “Us.”

(visit AO3 for the rest of it, 940 words total)

#dragon age #dragon age fic #ria hawke #sebastian vael #sebhawke #hawke/sebastian vael #thursday bangers

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ykimlexa · 1 month ago

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LOOKS & LIES - C.S.

a mean girls inspired series.

- it’s your first day of high school. as you’re introduced to the different groups, one boy in particular catches your attention. what will you do to catch his?

you should know before reading: the words in italic are from the movies script. - means time skip. seeing the movie before reading this is not obligatory but recommended. this won’t be a total copy of the movie of course.

tw for this chapter: mention of anxiety/being nervous, mention of school, playful body shaming (movie scene, not me!!), lmk if i missed something!

a/n: i love mean girls, and i had the worse writer’s block so it inspired me. english is not my first language. other than that, enjoy!

chapters:

| 1 (intro) | on going…

CHAPTER 1 / INTRO

The clock reads 6:29 AM. Cady Heron, 15, lies asleep in bed.

The clock hits 6:30, and the alarm goes off. Cady opens her eyes.

the alarm goes off. It’s your first day of high school, but it might as well be your first day of school ever, since you’ve been homeschooled by your parents your entire life.

you’re not scared—maybe just a little anxious. but still oblivious to what it would be like to go to an actual public school.

was it just like the movies? worse? maybe better? or completely different?

either way, you were just about to find out.

you get up and start getting ready, taking a quick—but careful—shower. then you put on the outfit you picked out ages ago, since you definitely didn’t want to make a bad impression on your first day. (this is what i pictured, skip to the end)

“You’re gonna be late. Come here. I’ll braid your hair.”

“I don’t have time!”

Cady grabs a brush and attempts to braid her hair herself.

“Cady, honey, are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“I have to be.”

you weren’t so sure you were ready, but you weren’t going to back up now. you hug your parents, you grab you bag—which you prepared the night before with what you tought would be useful for the next day—and head out.

Cady walks nervously through the crowded school halls, observing students chatting and moving between classes. She clutches her backpack tightly, trying to navigate the unfamiliar environment.

you arrive at school and walk through the hallway, catching strange looks and hearing whispers around you.

still, you keep looking and walking forward, focused on finding the classroom you’re supposed to be in—room 204, calculus classroom, you’ve been told.

you glance around and spot the room numbers—202, literature… 203, science… and then finally, 204—your classroom.

you turn to the door, take a deep breath, then twist the knob and step inside.

Cady enters the classroom, looking around nervously. She bumps into Ms. Norbury, who is holding a coffee cup.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s not your fault. I’m just bad luck.”

“Well, I just wanted to let everyone know that we have a new student joining us. She just moved here all the way from Africa. Welcome.”

“I’m from Michigan.”

“Great. Her name is Cady. Cady Heron.”

you get in, and immediately bump into a middle-aged woman—ms. katie, says on a tag she has on her button up—which was holding a coffee, that is now spilled all over her.

presumably, she’s gonna be your math theacher of the year.

great, now this is her first impression of you.

“oh god- im so sorry!” you apologize, mortified.

she brushes it off without even looking at you. “it’s fine. happens every year.” she says while removing his sweater.

she turns to the class without missing a beat.

“everyone, this is our new student…”

she squints at the attendance sheet like it’s written in another language.

“…uh, lena? she just moved here all the way from… germany.”

you blink. what did she just call you? how did she mistake lena and leah? and germany? i’m from italy, she could’ve at least said europe.

you think about correcting her, you really do, but after your great first encounter with her you decide not to make things impossibly worse.

sure. why not. you’re lena from germany now.

you give a tiny, mortified smile and nod. you go and sit down onto the first free seat and the teacher moves on, leaving you wondering what else you’ve accidentally signed up for today.

you can’t concentrate. mid-lesson, you stand up and excuse yourself to the bathroom—though, honestly, you’re just looking for a moment to breathe and process everything. you notice the halls are not as crowded as before, and you make your way to the bathroom, hoping for some peace and quiet.

Cady enters the bathroom, looking for a place to sit. She notices a boy and a girl sitting together, chatting.

“Hi, hi, I’m Janis.”

“And je m’appelle Sasha Fierce.”

“This is Damian. He’s almost too gay to function.”

“Hi, I’m Cady.”

“Well, Cady, as junior co-chair of the student activities committee and his art freak, we volunteered to be your starter companions until you find your place at North Shore.”

“What he’s saying is that we’ll help you, Caddy.”

“It’s Cady.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna call you Caddy.”

inside, you’re scanning the room, looking for an empty stall when you notice a girl walking toward you.

the girl speaks up first “hey, you need something? you seem lost. first day?” she continues.

“more like first day ever.” i say “i just moved here all the way from europe.”

“yeah i heard ms. katie earlier.”

oh so she saw my poor impression too.

you try and correct who you are, at least to her. “yeah she messed up everything—i’m not from germany, and my name is not lena, im leah.”

“im madison by the way.” she greeted.

nice, first friend so far. she doesn’t look so bad.

“see you at lunch?” she offered.

“see you a lunch.”

class ends, and the bell rings, signaling the start of lunch time. you stand up and walk towards the cafeteria—or at least, where everyone else seems to be going, since you’re following the crowd.

hopefully they where actually going to the cafeteria, and as soon as you get in you get in line for the food.

with your plate, you sit down into a free table. you spot the girl from earlier and she sits down with you.

“hey leah.” i she says. “since you’re new, i have to warn you, the food here is terrible.”

“yeah, i figured. tastes like cardboard.” i say, taking another bite of the food.

after some moments, madison speaks up again. “anyone introduced you to the groups?”

“groups?” i ask, slightly confused.

“look.” she starts, pointing out to people.

Janis and Damian guide Cady through the bustling cafeteria, offering her a firsthand look at the school’s social landscape.

“Where you sit in the cafeteria is crucial because you’ve got everybody there.

They pass by various groups:

Freshmen: A group of nervous-looking students huddled together.

ROTC guys: In uniform, standing by their table.

Preps: Well-dressed students chatting animatedly.

JV jocks: Laughing loudly, tossing a football around.

Asian nerds: Focused on a study session, calculators and books spread out.

Cool Asians: Confidently lounging, exuding a laid-back vibe.

Varsity jocks: Dominating their table, boasting about their latest game.

Unfriendly black hotties: Stylishly aloof, observing the room.

Girls who eat their feelings: Comforting each other with snacks.

Girls who don’t eat anything: Picking at their salads, engaging in whispered conversations.

Desperate wannabes: Eagerly trying to fit in, laughing a bit too loudly.

Burnouts: Laid-back and disinterested, leaning back in their chairs.

Sexually active band geeks: Playfully teasing each other, sharing inside jokes.

The greatest people you’ll ever meet: Janis and Damian’s table, a mix of individuality and acceptance.

The worst: The Plastics—Regina George, Gretchen Wieners, and Karen Smith—sitting at the center, exuding an air of superiority.”

Cady gazes at the Plastics, who are engaged in their own conversation, seemingly untouched by the surrounding chaos.

madison points at different tables. “the main groups are the one sitting in the center of the cafeteria:

the freshman students: the first day and first year students. you should be sitting with them, but you’re lucky i found you. trust me, i really saved you. they’re weird.

the wannabe populars: the ones who act popular. they feel like they’re influencers, but they’re more like the opposite.

the populars: they’re actually pretty popular, and they know it, so they act like it too. they’re either the worse or the best—depends on how you see them.”

“and what about them?” you say, pointing out to another table in the center of the cafeteria that she left out.

“them? they’re friends of mine. we have PE with them.”

“the boys look alike.” i say, observing.

“they’re triplets,” she says, gesturing toward the group. “the one with the nose ring is nick, the one with the shorter hair is matt, and the one sitting next to him is chris. the girl with the dark brown hair is mikayla. some people don’t like her, but it’s usually just because she’s close with the triplets. i think she’s nice.”

you nod, listening, though your attention is mostly on chris—the one she said was sitting beside matt. he’d clearly noticed you were new and was watching you just as intently. and honestly, he was definitely attractive—while his brothers were caught up in their own conversation.

the bell rings again—lunch time is over. i turn back to madison.

“what do we have next?” i ask.

“science, last class of the day.”

a/n: guyss what do we think?? and yes, madison is madi filipowicz!! love you, stay safe!

back to the general masterlist

#sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris fanfic #chris sturniolo fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo headcanon #matt fic #matt fanfic #matt stuniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo #chris sturiolo fanfic #chris sturniolo headcanon #chris sturniolo fic #chris fic

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chasedeys · 4 months ago

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HI OKAY so like. in honor of these boyfriends sticking together by the grace of god and just sheer fucking stubbornness and taking matters into their own hands (sooooo sexy and also incredibly leaning to the power-of-friendship ass of them btw) and also because i feel sooo shitty for disappearing all of the sudden and ignoring a whole bunch of you </3 (thank you truly for all the sweet messages in my inbox asking me where and how ive been god yall are so sweet) and also it's such a fucking waste of 7k word vomit if i do end up not finishing this thing and i really do want to finish this but im lacking creative juices and honestly just shit time management but anyways. i present to you the mess of joeteemarr fic in its barely finished glory:

(DOOOO PRAYYY THAT I FINISH ITTTTT (i am on my knees) in spite of all the spoilers (?) you'll read through so it'd be like why the hell would you read this again kind of deal but well ahahahah just let me post this and look away okay 😭♥️)

all on his mouth like liquor —joeteemarr

intro — you came, you saw, you conquered // i couldn’t take my eyes off him, i think i heard a spirit call my name (banana yoshimoto, kitchen)

They’re both still in their leather ensemble—’so, did you coordinate the outfits, or?’ ‘ja’marr copied me.’ ‘excuse me? bitch, i’ll kill you.’—like they zoomed their way to Tee’s place immediately right after the game, after stopping by Judith’s for their usual order of burgers and fries.

Tee pokes at his own order of bacon burger, double helping of cheddar cheese and extra garlic, a wobbly little smile poking through when he spots the lovingly sharpied good game 5! the extra pies are for you!!!! don’t let uno eat them!!!!!!!!! on the crinkly wrapping paper. Judith, Cincinnati native, 57 years old and never takes money from Tee’s mother. Thinks Ja’Marr is the funniest man-child on earth and Joe the sweetest.

Ja’Marr has his jacket off now, tank top stretched tight over his shoulders as he slumps over his burgers snarling at Joe to stop stealing his fries. Tee carefully turns his gaze away from dark of his tattoos, the curve of his shoulders, the flex of his biceps when he tries to smack away Joe’s hand right over his burger.

But the thing is, if he looks away, he’s looking towards Joe—Joe, who’s leather jacket with nothing underneath is zipped down to his navel for some godforsaken reason, miles of pale skin and abs and golden hair and pink nipples flashing everytime he twists his torso to try and take Ja’Marr’s entire dinner or avoid his retaliations. Tee has to take away Ja’Marr’s plastic fork before he stabs Joe with it.

(They didn’t coordinate the outfits, by the way. They just ended up wearing something similar again with their weird otherworldly connection that Tee still tries to wrap his head around even now.)

—----------ja’marrs drops. sensitive,dfksdfkapoeskfo

Ja’Marr skirts his eyes away, mouth curling down, “I don’t wanna talk about it. I’ll deal with it Monday.”

Tee breathes out, extends his knee and presses his socked toes to the younger man’s calves. Ja’Marr twitches his leg against his feet, flicking his eyes at him and shooting him a small smile. He’ll be alright.

“No,” Ja’Marr says evenly, staring right at him even as he slams a hand at Joe’s over his plate, “but you were really fucking sexy.”

Tee startles, several clumps of mashed up potato slipping out of his mouth in surprise—real sexy, there. Ja’Marr really has no filter sometimes, calling any person he finds attractive to their faces with zero shame even in front of his boyfriend of however many years. Joe, ever so possessive, rarely even gets bricked up over it, from sheer assurance of his place in Ja’Marr’s heart. Hard not to be, really, with how steadfast and loud Ja’Marr is with his devotion to him. Tee has been called straight up ‘hot as hell’ by the other man for the past years that they’ve known each other and he still gets flustered over it, mostly because. Well. Whatever.

Joe turns his gaze to him as well, pausing his one-man crusade of pilfering his boyfriend’s fries. Tee slows his bites as he stares back, feeling weirdly caught like a prey in a predator’s gaze, a gazelle looking through the tan of the savanna landscape trying to find the glint of a lion’s eyes lurking in between the blades of grass. Joe’s piercing blues flick between his eyes, then slides down, slow, deliberate, purposeful, over the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones, the curve of his lips, the turn of his chin, the hinge of his jaw still clenched from chewing the meat they bought for him, his—neck exposed by the stretched cotton of his ratty t-shirt, the tangle of his beard, the slight of his Adam’s apple, the nearly healed scar on the left side of his jugular from last week’s razor incident, even the loose hang of his faded clemson t-shirt over his shoulders, the dip of it showing off the skin over his collarbones, not too much to show his pecs, but the sheer force of the older man’s leer makes him—makes him push his fucking tits out like he can’t fucking help himself; shoulders, drawing back; spine, straightening; nipples, pebbling, fucking tingling; goosebumps and hair rising over his arms; toes, curling in—he knows each and every part of his body Joe looks over because the man’s so fucking methodical with it, everything else below his chest hidden beneath the table thank fuck, he thinks, of sorts, maybe, a blessing, a curse, who knows, he’s still trying to chew on his fucking bite of bacon burger the fuck.

Tee chokes on his late swallow—and drinks the puply orange Ja’Marr offers him with an obvious smirk holy shit what the ever living fuck.

Joe goes back to eating his burger like he didn’t just. Undress Tee with his fucking eyes. What the fuck. What the actual fuck was that. Holy shit did he just experience a junior high schooler’s fantastical imaginary eighth grade period axe body spray doped up version of sex daydream or is he just. Insane. Was the burger spiked. What the fuck was that.

Tee feels his lips twitch. Wow. They’re really—unsubtle. But, are they, really?

“

—And Ja’Marr growls. Tee startles, laughing up at him, but it’s all cut off short because, wait, holy shit—-

He’s got a lapful of Ja’Marr Chase, situating his ass snugly all over Tee’s thighs with his own folded on either side of his hips, arms up so he can press his palms on his cheeks, wrapping all the way to the back of his skull because they’re so big, and kiss him.

“Jesus Christ, Ja’Marr,” he hears through muddied ears. Joe, he knows his voice, always, but—everything is—muffled, dark, consumed to a single person over him

He flutters his eyes open and gasps out trying to push air into his lungs and Ja’Marr’s face is right there in front of him—eyes piercing into his own as he purposefully bumps his nose to Tee’s and breathes into Tee’s gaping open mouth.

Fucking hell.

“Ja’Marr,” he breathes out, panic mounting—and: dick hardening in his sweatpants because Ja’Marr fucking Chase is all over his lap grinding down, arms around his shoulders, pretty face right up to his with deep brown eyes staring him down intently—hands trembling, acutely aware that his boyfriend of six fucking years is staring right at them from across the room, still stealing said boyfriend’s fries. That fucking heifer, jesus, his diet always goes out the window in the 24-hour window of post-game leftover adrenaline rush.

Ja’Marr—his best friend, the prettiest motherfucker he’s ever had the pleasure of—doesn’t even do him the honor of replying, lips stretching wide into a pleased smile and keeps bumping his nose to Tee’s over and over like it’s a little game to him. It’s ridiculously cute—the minute touches, the way Tee has to go cross-eyed to see it, the weight of him all over, the heady scent of warm wood basking him, it calms him down, lowers his heart rate, settles his breathing, makes his eyelids flutter, trying to keep himself from closing the distance and kiss the man again, seems terribly unfair to just—only have a single chance in his life to kiss Ja’Marr Chase once when he’s still inches away with his body language so open and willing. Joe, to the side, still fucking eating, not even acting offended even the slightest past the minute exasperated jesus christ, ja’marr, shoots him a weird dorky thumbs-up. The hell.

“You’re—“ Tee chokes out finally, acutely aware of every point of his palm pressed against the cotton wrapped around his best friend’s waist. Acutely aware of how his fingers are twitching, wanting, aching—to grip tighter, to drag downwards and under the hemline and then roughly up the warmth of skin, scrub at the expanse of it available and feel it shiver against the skin of his own palm. The only reason he doesn’t is because every joint, every muscle, every tendon in his body is locked up in, what, fear? Sheer desperate want? A man collapsed inches away from an oasis appearing out of nowhere in a once barren desert, heat pouring over his body and making everything wobbly and blurry—his vision actually going a bit blurry because—

Fuck it all to hell, if he cries in Ja’Marr Chase’s face just because he kissed him he’s killing himself and taking everyone with him.

Ja’Marr coos, pretty face closing in again and Tee automatically flutters his eyes shut just for the other man to press his lips softly against the thin skin of his left eyelid, keep dragging them along his lashes, letting his liquid tears seep into the crevice of his lips and pool around the corner of his lips, over the bridge of his nose, again to his right eye, and down to the highest point of his cheek—just to press harder and leave a wet imprint from his own tears.

God, Ja’Marr fucking Chase.

“You really gotta say something,” Tee squeezes out harshly, eyes squeezed shut tight and trying to breathe through his nose.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” is what Ja’Marr says, thumb brushing away the wet spots on his cheeks. Which. Well. Maybe Tee should’ve just told him to shut the fuck up and get off of him before he does something he’d regret, like—like kiss him again. And again. And again. Again, again, again, again, over, and over, and over, and over until he drops dead because he’d never grow tired of it, he doesn’t think.

“I see,” Tee says, not really seeing. He knows he’s ’fucking gorgeous’ but come one now, really.

Ja’Marr grins bright right up against his face, of course knowing what Tee’s not saying.

Joe leans down, nudging his boyfriend to the side, hunching over the two, tucks a palm to the side of Tee’s neck, all nine inches of it spanning across his skin like a hot brand, and kisses him too.

Tee breathes into his mouth, doesn’t even know how to kiss back, flabbergasted as he is, weighted down by his best friend on his lap, a hand on his neck that might as well feel like a noose, buzzing in his ears, a match of want being struck in him and he doesn’t know if it’s by him or if it’s actually the people he wants.

Joe hums against his mouth, lips turning down, “you’re not kissing me back,”

He’s actually fucking pouting against Tee’s mouth, Tee realizes. He doesn’t even want to let go of the kiss to speak, doesn't want to pout away from Tee’s lips. Oh god. What is Tee doing.

Tee surges up, arms clenching around Ja’Marr’s waist, teeth tugging at Joe’s bottom lip, and kisses his quarterback right this time, feels him stretch his lips to a smile even as he licks into Tee’s mouth and sighs into the kiss. He’s relaxing his shoulders, drooping down, evening out—he was tense, he was worried, neck veins slightly popping, Tee realizes. This was important to him. Tee kissing him back—was important. To him.

Oh.

Tee sighs into the kiss, too, relaxes and licks into the space he’s being granted access into, for the first time ever.

Ja’Marr gets handsy, apparently pleased as a peach at the grip Tee has on his waist. He presses his knees harder to the sides of Tee’s hips and grinds his hips down on his lap, palms exploring his torso all over, nails dragging across his nipples over the cotton of his shirt, face all over the skin exposed by the stretched elastic of his t-shirt’s neckline, tonguing his neck, his collarbone, biting his pulsepoint and making him gasp into Joe’s mouth.

next steps — i swell like a late summer jackfruit; my skin roughens, the pulp of my body so thick; i wait to be speared and wanted; if squeezed, i’ll leave my color on your hands (hồ xuân hương, jackfruit)

Joe pushes his back firmly and he follows through blindly. It’s his house, but Joe knows exactly where eveything is and he trusts literally anywhere this man leads him to, and, also, he’s really fucking distracted by this:

Ja’Marr bites at his chin, right by his beard, and Tee gasps—he’s a freak, what is with him, why is that so fucking hot—and he keeps tugging on the strings of Tee’s sweatpants, fingers brushing deliberately over the tent in his pants, then straight up cupping and squeezing his dick through the cotton when Joe makes them stop to turn a corner. Tee has to just shove the little shit towards the wall, press his head hard against it, and sloppily kiss his mouth to teach him some sort of lesson of some success god what is Tee trying to accomplish here Ja’Marr is so fucking—

An arm—Joe—circles his waist, pushing forcefully between the miniscule space between his belly and Ja’Marr’s and wrenches him back from the other receiver. He whines, fingers scrabbling at his best friend—”Wait! No!”—while Ja’Marr is just laughing and tilting his head back into the wall as he grins teasingly at their quarterback, “what, jealous?”

Joe reaches out and twists his left nipple through his tank top. Ja’Marr yelps and starts yelling expletives at him. Tee, leaning back into Joe’s embrace, sighs exasperatedly. Of course they’re doing this, even now.

Ja’Marr steps closer, trying to smack at Joe through Tee, and Tee puts his hands on his biceps to stop him—gets distracted, starts sliding his hands up and down the length of them because, fuck, how can he not, and then just grabs them and tugs him closer to kiss him all over again with Joe’s arm between their bodies. Man, whatever.

Joe sighs exasperatedly, pressed up all against his back, but he really can’t be all that pissed, because he’s mouthing all up Tee’s neck—what is with him and necks, jesus,

He’s shivering, caught in the middle, Joe in front, Ja’Marr behind, hands all over him, standing up but he’s falling, stumbling but he’s being held up. There’s a boy in front of him, and there’s a boy behind him, and who is he but another boy asking to be loved and held.

He’s leaning back to Ja’Marr’s chest now, tilted to the side so he can turn his face and kiss him still, the other man’s hand spanning across his face pinning him to place as he presses his tongue into his mouth and moans into it, as loud as he always is anywhere else. Another mouth is all over his chest, tonguing at his nipples, teeth scraping over the dark of his tattoos, panting all over him like a dog, god.

He doesn’t wear boxers at home, and the two know that precisely, Joe stroking his cock through the cotton of sweatpants like it isn’t even there, the grey fabric getting soaked through. He lowers his mouth over it, eyes looking straight up at Tee and asks if he could. Tee nods frantically, not even knowing what the fuck he wants but it’s Joe Burrow, he could do whatever he wants to Tee and Tee would lay in his arms like a supplicant and rip his chest open all pretty and bloody and let Joe Burrow dip his chin in and lap it all up.

He whimpers into Ja’Marr’s mouth, fluttering open his eyes, eyelashes clumpy with tears, sweat, he doesn’t know, and Ja’Marr coos, brushing kisses over his eyes as he drags his palms all over Tee’s belly, scraping nails over his pubes and pressing down in time with Joe going down on him like he knows the exact rhythm of Joe’s every move and plan, even here, even now, even over the sweat and smell of sex of Tee’s body—especially, Tee thinks, over his body.

that’s one — makes a cathedral, him pressing against me, his lips on my neck, and yes, i do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars (richard siken, crush)

Ja’Marr breathes into his ear, biting at the helix and scraping his teeth over it like a dog. Tee whimpers, turning his head to catch his mouth in his and clack their teeth together, a shock of pain grounding him to earth so he wouldn’t float up to the heavens too high. Ja’Marr huffs out a laugh against his lips, “Knock it off, dickhead, I know what you’re doing.”

Tee scowls at him, hands tightening on Joe’s hair instead of reaching out to twist and pinch on his skin, like punishing one of them is the same as punishing the other, really, an extension of a singular subject. Joe groans around his cock, extremely pleased, of fucking course he is, and Tee keeps tugging at his roots in exasperation. Fucking masochistic little shit.

Ja’Marr snickers, dragging his tongue all over his neck, “See, natural Joe Burrow knower. Made just for him—to be his receiver, just like me.”

Ja’Marr, honestly, why the fuck is he like this—

Joe and Tee both groan in unison, Tee coming off it in a whine because, fuck, Joe’s mouth is still all up around his dick, the vibrations traveling up straight to his brain and fucking him up beyond repair.

Joe pulls off with an actual wet pop! and twists a hand harshly around his cock—which feels really fucking good, the fuck—like an apology that he isn’t sucking Tee’s dick continuously since he got the chance to, and pushes his torso up to prop his face by Tee’s head, cheeks pressed up against his, chin digging into his shoulder, and he can feel him kiss Ja’Marr rough and wet, with tongue and spit and biting at his lips.

Fucking helllll, they’re trying to kill him.

The man still twisting his hand around his cock like he’s getting paid to presses his cheek harder against Tee’s, and he’s jawing at Ja’Marr, Tee realizes with a breathless laugh—”Would you quit saying shit like that so shamelessly midsex it ruins the fucking vibe.” “What fucking vibe? If anything I’m adding to it, bitch, get back to sucking his dick, the fuck.”—and Joe slinks back down right after like he didn’t just stop mid-blowjob to argue with Ja’Marr over the receiver’s uncensored prattling.

Tee whimpers, Joe’s mouth enveloping his cock again like it’s made for it, all heat and tightness and perfect

how do you write people getting their dick sucked. exactly. no really.

ja'marr lets him breathe but he's instantly kissing down his neck and biting his collarbones and pushing him down and dragging a tongue over his chest tattoos he's /relentless/ and when he looks to where joe is its to him grinning down at him with a hand guiding ja'marr /down/ 'that's one. you got me three right?'

“That’s one,” Joe says, his little impish smile Tee has recorded into his brain countless of times before shining down at him, lips dark red, chin and mouth all wet with Tee’s spunk, “You gave me three.”

“Three what,” Tee asks, stupidly, ears still ringing from the force of his orgasm. He’s still so focused on the bright wet glint of liquid decorating Joe’s lower face, his come, staining his skin. Joe isn’t wiping it away, letting it dry on his skin, flaking and caking and clumping against the corner of his lips. Tee wants to lick it away, drag it into his mouth with his tongue, switch it up and leave bite marks all around his pretty lips. All the red in the cold, now red from his teeth. Would Joe let him. Would Ja’Marr let him. Would he let himself mark that pale skin up, leave parts of himself all over his quarterback in ways he’s never had the guts to even finish the thought of before tonight?

Joe leans closer, mouth over him, damn the fact that Tee’s own come is all over his mouth now. Three, Joe murmurs as he kisses him filthily, sliding his tongue through the gap of his teeth, over his papillae, staining his breath with something of his own. Tee wants a shot of Joe’s own come down his throat, drenching the lining of his esophagus. The thought makes his moan, makes him choke into Joe’s throat, and the older man swallows him whole.

Fuck, three—do they—are they trying to get him to come three times, the same amount of times he caught Joe’s pass for a touchdown? Christ. He’s getting lightheaded.

He laughs incredulously, flicking his eyes down to Ja’Marr mouthing incessantly at his navel, teeth scraping along the black lines of his tattoos, exactly like he said he wanted too. Makes Tee woozy with want, how Ja’Marr gets needy and desperate for it, thirsting over Tee’s body. How many times has he stared at him naked? Tattoos bared and thought to put his mouth on him? Drag a finger down the lines of stars on his stomach? He has never once caught Ja’Marr’s eyes on them—how sneaky had the other man been?

Joe’s hand is right on the younger man’s head like a brand, like he can’t bear to let go. on his head guiding him

, then back to the blond still staring him down. His smile is just as mischievous as it always is. Are they going to take turns, now? That’s the hottest shit he’s ever thought of, probably.

“What,” he can’t help but say, scoffing and teasing Ja’Marr, reaching a hand to tug on his ear and scratch at his cheek because he’s so fucking fond of this man he can’t keep it in, really, “you looking to suck me off too?”

Ja’Marr tugs on his dick, his sensitive dick—bitch—and Tee hisses at him, stopping his loving scritches to outright pinch at his ear because never the fuck he minds, this man is such a fucking brat, he can’t put this guard down at all.

The younger man jerks his head away, laughing. He grins up at Tee, teeth bright and eyes even brighter. “Nah, I don’t like shit down my throat. Wanna fuck me instead?”

Tee chokes on his spit. He blacks out, he thinks, by the question alone. By the idea alone. By the thought alone. His brain tries conjuring images and then it just short circuits. Where is he. Who is he. Why is he.

His head gets cradled, pulled to the side by a hand and he’s being kissed by a smiling mouth, pulled back down to earth slowly and surely until he’s kissing back voluntarily instead of on autopilot. Joe, hand pressed to his cheek and eyes wide open even as he’s stealing Tee’s breath away by kissing him sweetly and thoroughly. What a freak. Who kisses with their eyes wide open. Joe Fucking Burrow, that’s who. His quarterback who threw him three touchdowns and tried biting his neck on national television. Posted on every NFL official social media accounts and sent to him by his high school friends with the words bruh u fucking ur qb??? Which he apparently is, now.

“He asked you a question,” Joe murmurs against his lips. Right. Sure.

Tee looks down to his lap and, damn, what a fucking image. Ja’Marr Chase, laying belly down on his bed with his torso half over Tee’s thighs, a hand curled loosely around his sensitive dick, the other holding his hand—when did that happen, Tee is squeezing it tight unconsciously and now he can’t let go even if he tried—cheek pressed to his left thigh looking up at him with his pupils blown wide open waiting patiently for Tee to look at him.

Right.

“You get to choose,” Ja’Marr says when he notices he’s got Tee’s attention. He tugs at Tee’s soft cock again—

“It’s not a toy,” Tee yelps, his unoccupied hand automatically curling around the other receiver’s hand around his dick.

Ja’Marr just grins wider up at him, unsticking his cheek from his thigh to press a kiss on the hand wrapped around his wrist.

“You get to choose,” he says again, “Fuck my ass or my thighs?”

Tee lets out a sound only audible to dogs and dolphins and aliens 900 billion light years away, probably. Ja’Marr smiles up at him, looking so shily pleased that he can reduce Tee to such a state by just asking a simple question. He has no fucking business looking so sweetly enamored up at Tee after asking if he would rather fuck him in the ass or his thighs.

He’s jostled around again, Joe tugging at his hips to the side so Ja’Marr can haul his ass up to sit by them. This seems to be a theme, with these two, pushy on the field and off the field and in the bedroom—he can’t even say he’s never even thought of it, Burrow-Chase dynamic duo, in whatever form, whatever shape, whatever way he can have them. In his dreams only, he thought, but. But.

Ja’Marr is spreading open the hand he’s kept on holding since god knows when—like an emotional support hand holding he’s got to keep a hold on to get through sex and that thought genuinely fucks Tee up in ways he’s never even thought of—and he drops a whole packet of lube he procured out of fucking nowhere.

Tee stares blankly down at it. Holy shit.

“Bro, you’re taking too long,” Ja’Marr says. Tee flicks his eyes up to look blankly at him. “I want you in me, like, yesterday.”

He’s trying to fucking kill him, Tee realizes. Calling him bro, asking to fuck him in the ass, the fuck is wrong with him.

“You gonna finger me open or I gotta do it myself?”

NggGgRrrHff.

Tee doesn’t even know what came out of his mouth, surging his torso forward and bringing his hand up to tug at Ja’Marr’s skull, palm all over the back of his head so he can tug him closer to his face and lick his mouth open and just shut him the fuck up.

Ja’Marr whimpers, the cocky slope of his shoulders slumping down like a puppet with its strings cut, hauling closer near desperately to settle over Tee’s lap and press his palms over his shoulders for support—kissing Tee right back, breathing hot haaas over Tee’s mouth as he tries gasping for breath.

Tee tugs on his lips with his teeth, presses wet kisses to the side of his cheeks, drags his own lips over his skin back to the tender spot of his jaw, bites over it, pecks a little kiss in apology, then presses his cheek over Ja’Marr’s hard so he can tug roughly on his earlobe with his teeth—thinks he can devour the other man whole, really, from the sheer hunger in his gut built up from day one of over-familiarly dapping him up and hauling him in for a hug under the then-flickering lights of Paul Brown Stadium in 2021.

The lube’s gone from his fingers. He realizes this because someone is tugging Ja’Marr’s hips up so he’s kneeling over him, then pressing a finger in without so much as an ’excuse me’.

Christ, Joe is so fucking.

Tee can't even find the words, really, to describe his quarterback.

Ja’Marr yelps, gasps, clutches tighter at Tee’s shoulder, eyelashes fluttering close as he tries to keep kneeling but Joe is apparently ruthless when he's opening someone up because the younger man just collapses all over Tee, Tee letting his weight down him as drags both hands over the other man’s back to soothe him.

“Want—” Ja’Marr chokes out against the skin of Tee’s neck, “—want you.”

Joe huffs out a laugh as he mercilessly twists two fingers inside his receiver’s ass. Tee feels dizzy looking at the

“Oh I see,” Joe says, dangerously amused, “I see how it is, can't even settle for me no more, huh, when you got Tee Higgins at your beck and call?”

His fingers slip out, shining under the dim lighting of Tee’s night settings, and then he slaps a hand over Ja’Marr’s ass like every part of him is for him to toy over. Tee is still so fucking woozy from the image of it all, his hand rubbing at Ja’Marr’s back sliding lower to smooth over the sting from Joe’s palm.

(god, what an ass. tee can't help himself, grabs a handful of it and tugs it to the side to show his hole, shining wetly from joe’s fingers, a whole invitation for him. tee wants to put his whole mouth on it. lick him open nice and easy. press a finger in and watch as his entire body tremble and shake.)

Joe grins at him, wide and a bit mean, cocky and soooo full of himself, precisely like every other time he makes an insane throw, a run further than his usual short stops, a little overtime nail-biter win like just hours ago: his ice-in-my-veins shot that Tee paused and contemplated jerking off to hours before this.

He reaches over Ja’Marr's body between them, kisses Tee like he’s giving him his approval, then turns and presses the sweetest kiss to Ja’Marr’s nose, damn the fact that the other man is glaring and outright pouting at him.

“Bro,” he croaks out, talking to Tee but trying to shoot daggers at Joe with his eyes, “let me up, let me take this bitch down for one second then we can go right back.”

Joe giggles bright like an actual child, keeps pressing kisses over whatever parts of Ja’Marr’s face he could reach until the younger man’s lips stretch out wobbly for a smile that he can't help, still whining at Joe to shut the fuck up, would he, just for one day.

Tee grins wide in spite of himself too, hands still all over his best friend’s ass and lips still tingling from a kiss from his quarterback.

He drags his arm up so he can cradle Ja’Marr, fingers reaching over to grip at his jaw and twist it until he's looking right at him and putting all that focus on Tee, murmurs low and raspy: “you said you want me?”, and shamelessly delights in the way the other man’s pupils dilate wide and gorgeous.

“Fuck you,” Ja’Marr says, jaw working against Tee’s grip, “Get your fucking fingers in me before i force myself on your dick, damn it.”

that’s two — from the base of her neck, to the arch of her eyelids, her beauty made a slave of me (adonis, transformations of the lover)

Ja’Marr nestles himself on his mound of pillows—Tee’s pillows. The pillows Tee sleeps with. His favorite pillows. The dark maroon sheets caressing his bare skin as he lounges on his self made throne, as he spreads open his legs, slipping one more pillow under his hips so he can present his ass to Joe and Tee and look expectantly at them. Tee is still so fucking lightheaded. How did he go from scoring three touchdowns to scoring a whole other touchdown? Ja’Marr—his best friend—who ducked his head to grin slilly up at him not four hours ago, telling him the next round of WR room steak dinner was on him.

Joe pours lube all over Tee’s fingers,

Joe’s plastering himself all over his back, but he isn’t pushing him at all. He’s just—there. Pressed up all over him, moving with him, breathing over the skin of his neck, nosing behind his ear. He’s letting Tee control how he wants to fuck his man, Tee realizes with a jolt, trusting him with Ja’Marr.

joe plastered all over tee's back, cock nestled against his ass but he's not pushing tee around he's just following his movements, letting tee control how he wants to enter ja'marr and that also fucks tee up because joes trusting him with ja'marr!! with how he treats ja'marr at his most vulnerable!!!! telling him he can go harder, ja'marr likes whatever, can take whatever, joe leaing a hand in his belly and pushing to add in extra sensation of pleasure when tee pushes /in/ for the first time and he just collapses all over ja'marr and they're all groaning hoarsely in unison because fuck tees in ja'marr and he just pushed his ass back all over joes dick

Joe snickers at the other receiver. Tee feels him lift up an arm, nails scratching at his scalp. He’s murmuring softly at him, but Tee doesn’t think Ja’Marr is really computing any of it.

“Aren’t you being so agreeable tonight? Some Tee Higgins magic keeping you all pliant and malleable?”

Ja’Marr whimpers, lifting his chin and biting at Joe’s fingers. Joe huffs, chest vibrating against Tee’s back, and every square inch of Tee’s body is filled with warmth.

calls him baby

ja’marr gets fucked up when tee calls him baby because joe calls him baby btw so

that’s three — to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you (billy-ray belcourt, a history of my brief body)

He’s leaning all over Ja’Marr now, gazing down the man who’s grinning woozily up at him

Joe, nosing the back of his neck and palming his ass cheeks asking him if he likes to be fucked. Ja’Marr, hands still shaky coming up to drag over his sides and settle over his ribs like a key settling into a lock and clicking into place. Tee himself, chest expanding with breath and skin bristling with want from so deep within him it feels like it’s bursting out and changing the hue of his skin to red, to blue, to orange and black, purple and green, magenta and cyan, a kaleidoscope of colors like the big bang theory—he’s a new universe stretching and expanding and these two are his first and only planets, never to be let go.

He feels stripped bare in front of these two—is his every thought and want obvious in his face and every motion now? Do they see, now, how much he wants them? How much he—loves them? Is it obvious, now, that when he speaks to them he’s speaking like there’s a lodge of do you think of me when you’re alone without me wanting to burst out from his throat? That he aches alone in the center of a crowd when he doesn’t have them beside him? When he has them beside him, even, because they’re not really his to have? Does it show? Do they know? Do they care to know? Does he care to show them?

Tee breathes out loudly, ragged and deep. Joe shushes him, blows air against the curve of his C7. Ja’Marr surges up, presses kisses against his wet cheeks and babbles unknown words to him like he’s speaking through his shitty mic on stream. Tee would miss it, if their randomly scheduled streams were ever to peter off. Tee would miss them, if they were ever to fade away from him.

“Baby,” Ja’Marr coos, “sweetheart, my sweet, my love, my heart, my gorgeous,”

Tee shudders away against his lips and feels the man behind him curve a smile against the skin stretched over his cervical spine.

“My baby,” Joe joins in, voice jokingly grave, “my gorgeous, my sweet—”

“—quit copying me,” Ja’Marr whines, cutting him off, but he’s grinning against Tee’s lips, so he knows he’s just doing so to be annoying—just to put a smile on Tee’s face and it’s working, Tee huffing wetly against the stretch of his grin.

“—my number five,” Joe continues on without pausing, barely a fletch in his voice, “my silly rabbit, best hands in the league, insane body control, prettiest smile in the whole fucking world, favorite receiver to throw to—”

“Hey now,” Ja’Marr whines in earnest now, hands reaching around Tee’s body to stab around blindly at their quarterback. Tee breaks down in laughter for real this time, collapsing fully on the man in the bottom of the pile, letting Ja’Marr find a whole other thing to whine about—’teeeeee you’re crushing me you ass, joe don’t you fucking try it!’—and there was ice creeping from every distal edge of his limbs to the core of him, but there’s nothing but warmth now, chasing it away, clouding his head, keeping him sane.

“But really now,” Joe interrupts, tugging his hips up impatiently, “I really wanna fuck you, do you wanna?”

Right. Jesus. Joe fucking Burrow, everyone.

Ja’Marr hums, peppering his cheek with kisses again, ever so free with his sweet affections. “Ten out of ten,” he says, “would recommend.”

Tee stares sideways at him, still settled with his weight fully on him. “That a full Yelp review for a Joe Burrow fuck?”

Ja’Marr sighs dreamily, scratching at Tee’s sides, “Do you really want one?”

Jesus.

Tee wiggles around, dragging his body against Ja’Marr’s and the man beneath him giggles when he brushes his fingers deliberately against his sides. He twists until he’s peering at Joe, squinting at him and pretending that the man didn’t just suck his dick so good Tee cried and stared at him like a second coming of Christ. Blasphemous, sacrilegious, irreverent, and yet, he has yet to be struck down and smitten—or perhaps he already has, and this is all a byproduct of his imaginary ruin.

“Think you can make it good?” He asks imperiously, already knowing in his bones this man would be as good at fucking as he is at literally anything else, as well evidenced by his previous attempt at giving Tee what was possibly the best blowjob of his life just, what, 40 minutes prior?

Joe scoffs, ducking his head down and pecking at his lips. “I just sucked your dick to incoherency, the fuck do you mean ‘can i make it good’? I got a pretty mouth and a pretty dick, think for yourself.”

Tee chokes in sheer disbelief—heart stuttering a bit at the brief press of lips but what-the-fuck-ever—the ego on this man, jesus. He flicks his eyes to the pink of his lips—shining, distracting, real fucking pretty—then, well, down past the puffy nipples and golden dusting of chest hair and layer of fat over abs to the nice curve of a cock—thick and long, veiny, a blushy pink head, a weirdly sexy little jolt like it’s show-ponying, like it knows he’s watching it and wants to show it likes it—that Joe likes Tee watching him. Yeah, real fucking pretty dick, too, damn it, fuck Joe Burrow.

Tee whines, turning back around to bury his face—knowing damn well it’s burning red even through the dark of his skin—in the curve of Ja’Marr’s neck and tries not to let the dual laughter of the boys who’ve quite literally captured his heart stutter it too much. Failed, but whatever, he’s got way too much practice over the years regulating his heartbeat to normalcy around these two.

Joe goes to scrape his teeth along the top his spine again and Tee shivers, feeling like prey caught in the maw of a tiger, which really won’t do—he’s a fucking bengal too, damn it. He bucks his hips back firmly, makes sure to rub the curve of his ass against the hard of his quarterback’s dick and hides his satisfied smile against his fellow receiver’s jaw when Joe gasps loud and startled, hand coming to grip at his hip hard, probably leaving bruises for him to brush his fingers wonderingly over later on.

Ja’Marr snickers approvingly, pressing his jaw back firmly against Tee’s mouth, “Yeah, tell him who’s boss, make him work for it.”

Tee presses a kiss right to the tender skin below his jawbone, leaves it there for a beat, two, three, feels like maybe he can make out the faint fluttering of his heartbeat against his lips, then lets up to say drily, “Pretty sure all your raving reviews does wonders for his ego. Don’t act like you’re not to blame here, Mr. Joe Burrow’s Numero Uno.”

Ja’Marr just shrugs unapologetically the best he could, pressed down as he is with Tee’s full weight all over him to the bed, never really one to be shy about his near piety to one Joe Burrow when it’s just them three. He’s been circling indistinct little patterns on the skin of Tee’s hips the whole time, but he stops for a minute to reach a hand up and tap a little rhythm teasingly over Joe’s thigh, now kneeling to the side, the only one still hard and with zero orgasms to his name that night, pouting but not admitting it.

Tee very obviously wouldn’t say no to having Joe’s dick inside him but playing hard-to-get just so Joe Burrow would pout and whine about not getting to fuck him is really—really fucking cute, actually, wow. Wow, god, Tee is so gone for him, he should really take a step back and regulate his entire life and emotional capacity, wow. Wow.

and in the end — over a distance of four hundred miles, her yearning and his yearning are intertwined, as though there were no spatial or temporal interval between them (jenny erpenbeck, kairos)

After it’s all done and not said, then, Tee’s left naked in the middle of the hallway leading to his bathroom, unable to take the steps back to his own room where his best friends are, clutching at his towel after having just pissed, and having orgasmed three fucking times by the combined willpower of his two closest teammates, all because he scored three touchdowns for a game—that might possibly be his last home game with them—that had playoff stakes. Fuck.

Heavy footsteps come up to him and he flicks his eyes up to see Joe staring him down—naked, gorgeous, sweat-slicked, his quarterback, his friend. Who had just fucked the bejeesus out of him.

Tee drags a hand down his face harshly. Stupid. So fucking stupid.

The lilt of Ja’Marr’s voice when he says my sweet, when he’s referring to Tee as my heart, when he’s saying Tee as my gorgeous. When Joe says gravely, jokingly, possessively, my number five, he’s saying that about Tee.

Joe catches his hands—both of them—towel slipping away, and holds them and tugs at them until Tee is stumbling into him, lifting his chin up awkwardly so he won’t slam it into Joe’s nose but Joe doesn’t even do him the honor of avoiding it. He just tucks it into the curve of his Adam’s apple and breathes in deep like a weirdo. How many times has Tee just caught him with his nose buried in Ja’Marr’s neck as he hugs the receiver—how many times has he caught the man nudge his nose to the curve of Tee’s shoulder, right at the base of his neck, after a game when he comes to him for a hug. Oh.

“Joe,” Tee breathes out, trembles, wonders how he’s supposed to word this out, how he’s supposed to say how he feels, how he’s supposed to say t

Ja’Marr, breathing in his air and telling him he doesn’t want him to leave.

Tee sees Joe grin down his phone at ass o’clock in the morning and knows he’s reading i love you in between the letters of Ja’Marr’s why the fuck is all of cincy awake at 7 in the morning.

Ja’Marr says hey, all sleepy with the vowel dragging and it sounds like come here, you two. Tee goes, Joe right behind him a half step away.

a little more down the line — the only heaven i’ll be sent to, is when i’m alone with you (hozier, take me to church)

you do like all those pet names

he calls me all that all the time joe says nosing behind tees ear

i like calling you that too tee says, amused. letting his neck bend even more, what even are the words uncomfortable stretch when joe burrow has his nose buried in the curve of it.

you called me baby, ja’marr says then, shy and a little quiet, like he’s saying something he keeps close to him and isn’t sure how he should breach it out of him.

i call him that, joe says next, grin audible even if its not visible from where he’s pressed up behind tee

oh. tee called him baby, told him to come for him, and ja’marr gasped into his mouth and bursted all over tee’s belly, drenching him in white, whimpering as he stared into tee’s eyes with his own watering but still kept it open, didn't even close it because he didn’t want to. couldn't, maybe, tee thinks again.

oh, tee says out loud for real then, bumping his nose forward to ja’marr like he's learning that ja’marr likes to do, okay then, baby, come here, baby, let me see you, baby.

ja’marr laughs, bumps his nose right back. don't wear it thin.

never, tee swears.

my baby, my baby, joe murmurs finally into the back of tee’s neck, pressing his fingers into the insides of ja’marr’s elbows.

i want more thumps. i want more time. i want to waste my love on everything. give me a heart for ohio. —(joy sullivan, instructions for traveling west, an octopus has three whole hearts)

more time together for these three, please.

WHICH APPARENTLY HEY THEY DID IT 😭😭👍👍👍👍 GOOD FOR THEM!!! trey next so help me!! when treys news comes out (🙏) maybe ill post that treymarr unfinished oblivious courting fic idk we'll see that ones more of a mess than this and also wayyy shorter lmao but anyways:::: thank u for reading through this all if u made it to this end note 😇🫶 goodbye see u again whenever i have it in me to show up again akdhsjdjdj love yall bengals super bowl 2k26 Believe! or whatever it is they all say in that 2021 run 💖

thank you for every one of you who've come into my inbox to ask how i am by the way!!!! adore and miss you all very much <33

#my writing #ignore the shittiness of format and mess of words that don't cohere to the previous paragraphs i beg #and a whole lot of gaps between some scenes lmao well.#this is unedited and unrefined and unfinished and all those other uns #some of the paragraphs with all the // for italics are what i sent to casey in our chats btw if ur confused 😭 used it as guidance or smth i #joeteemarr #fic: all on his mouth like liquor #oh wait ifeel like i should present some excuse as to why i checked out for a long while here #started my clinical rotations!! currently going through obgyn and dying from it bc if im being honest no one here is sane #i literally have a test tomorrow and am prepared to get yelled at for being a dumbass to my face so #cheers ♥️ would try to be more active but no promisea ahahahahahshhs #and im actually getting ready for my night shift please pray that it goes well so i can study for my minicex through it god i am soo fucked #but i wanted to do /something/ for the teemarr contract extension!! so. well.#god they really said take both of us or not at all thats /crazy/ btw like #tee changed AGENTS so theyd construct their contracts easier and probably added each other to some unspoken clauses or whatever idk how #contract negotiations work but like this is genuinely something you only read about in football au fics thats genuinely crazy of them #ja'marr clinger extraordinaire and tee whos supremely unselfish and clings back bc ja'marr wants him to like thats fucking /crazy/ oh my god #also confessing i do still stalk here sometimes to chat with casey to get my rpf fix and i do send anon messages when i can ahhaahha :")))#hilarious if some of you can guess which ones i sent btw #ANYWYAS GOODBYEN😭😭🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

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