#edit: says I liked it and then immediately after the cut goes I liked it..? LMAO mixed messaging mhjfgg

[robo-writing]

NSFW Alphabet - Logan Howlett Edition

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Reader Warnings: AFAB pronouns, breeding mention, pet names, bodily fluids, p in v actions, no protection, overall horniness, 18+ MDNI. Author's Note: This man is renting space in my synapses, send help.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is so gentle with you, it almost makes you feel like you’re made out of glass. He prefers to hold you close once you’re thoroughly satisfied, enjoying how your body folds into him to be as close as possible.

If you ask him for water and snacks he’s gone within the second, bringing you whatever you need, and then immediately putting you back on his lap so he can feed you. Don’t argue with him on this, he won’t take no for an answer.

You collapse against the sheets with a sigh, legs still shaky from Logan’s excellent bedside service. You’re practically boneless when he pulls you onto his chest, the dark hair tickling your cheek as he cages you in his embrace.

“Logan, I’m sweaty—“

“Do I look like I give a damn princess?” He grumbles, his hands reaching down to smooth over your hair. “Just let me take care of you, alright?”

Your whining is just for show and he knows this, a small part of you feeling guilty because he always treats you with such respect. He’s not sure what kind of assholes you’ve been dating before but he’s damn certain he’ll be the one to teach you how you should be treated.

You melt in his arms, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his large hands running down your back. His voice cuts through the silence, far more gentle than you’re used to. 

“Need anything else doll?” He asks, to which you shake your head. 

No, tonight you just need him. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s an all around man, asking him that is like asking a man to choose between air and food to survive.

He loves playing with your tits, loves biting at the swell of your breasts before sucking on them, loves burying his face in the valley of them—

He loves using your thighs as an anchor when he eats your pussy, rolling his eyes when they squeeze around his head—

He loves the sight of your ass bouncing back when he fucks you into the mattress, the sound of your combined hips ringing loudly in his head—

He really just loves you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It only took one time for him to be utterly addicted to your pussy. He refuses to cum anywhere that isn’t inside you at least once, just the sight of it falling from your abuser cunt has him going back for seconds. The sloppy sound of your juices and his cum as he thrusts into you is like asmr.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Masochist to the extreme. You kind of had a feeling with the way he shrugs off pain but you didn’t know how bad it was until you scratched him just a bit too hard while getting your guts rearranged. 

Your nails dig into the meat of his arms, a deep-seated groan erupting from the back of his throat at the feeling. Immediately you look down to see the angry red marks left behind that heal within seconds, an apology on your lips interrupted by his voice growling in your ear.

“Do that again.”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The man is over two hundred years old, he lays down pipe like a master plumber. Knows all your spots better than you do, knows exactly what gets you going because he can practically taste the arousal in the air. Those senses of his are no joke.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary so he can see your face, doggystyle so he can fuck a hole into the mattress and breed you. 

Prefers missionary normally if only for the fact that when he puts even half his full weight on your body you’re forced to lie there and take it, unable to so much as squirm while he fucks you within an inch of your life. Enjoys doggy when the beast inside needs to scratch a particular itch that only seeing you ass up with cum dripping down your thighs can reach.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

A wholesome 50/50 of being love-struck and horny, he has his moments of laughter but they’re almost always immediately followed by pure lust. You’d think he’d be super serious all the time but he’s surprisingly gentle. He prefers to watch you enjoy yourself, he’s much more of a service top in that regard.

Want him to eat you out until you’re pushing his head away? Want him to fuck you nice and slow, keeping you right on the edge? Whatever your flavor is, he’s down for a taste.

That’s not to say he doesn’t have his rough moments as well. It’s very easy for him to lose himself so he tries not to go overboard for your safety, but if you ask him to let loose he’s not going easy on you. Just remember when you wake up unable to walk that you asked for this.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not groomed at all, just an overall hairy man. He’s got the prettiest happy trail from his navel to his dick that makes his eyes roll when you drag your nails across it. If it made you uncomfortable he’d make an effort to trim.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate, wants you to know just how much you mean to him. Even when he’s being rough with you he makes sure that your comfort is priority. Talks you through it.

You’re face down, ass up, just the way he likes it. Your thighs tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm, pussy practically drooling for him as your slick dribbles down the plushness of them.

It’s a sight that Logan could never get tired of. 

His fingers rub soothing circles around your sensitive clit, gathering your wetness between two fingers and listening to your breath hitch when he replaces them with his cock, lightly prodding at your entrance.

“How we feelin’ princess?” He asks, coating his length with your juices. 

You mumble praise into the pillow, and sure he can hear it with his enhanced senses, but that’s not the point—he wants you loud and clear.

Gently he lifts you off the bed, a strong arm around your waist as he rocks himself between your swollen folds, lips trailing at your ear as your head rolls back.

“Come on doll, I need to be able to hear you,” he breathes. “Tell me what you want.”

Your hands grab at his arm, a desperate whine on your lips. “Fuck me, please.”

His chuckle reverberates in your ear. “That’s my girl.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he was younger and still learning how to fight his animal instincts, absolutely. Nowadays he doesn’t really think about it, but occasionally Logan will struggle with keeping his thoughts off of you, especially when you’re wearing something nice and he doesn’t have the time to drag you back to the bedroom. 

He’d prefer if you were the one touching him, but his hand will do for now, if at the very least to hold him over until you get home.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise - Like mentioned before, adores talking you through it. Favorite nicknames for you are princess, baby, and sweetheart, and his voice in your ear is like heaven.

Pain Kink - BIG masochist. Use him like a scratching post, he loves it. He’ll never admit it but if you bite his lip hard enough to bleed he’ll moan like a whore.

Primal Play - Come on now, the man is an animal at the best of times and downright feral at the worst. This extends beyond the bedroom too, he’s very protective of his mate girlfriend and would move mountains for her.

Breeding - This is an extension of his primal play, he adores filling you up with his cum, whether or not you get pregnant. Something about the sight of it just screams at him like a claim that only he can give you. It’s his cum that paints your pussy, and no one else gets to have that honor.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ideally the bedroom but he’s one of those people that couldn’t care less, if he wants you he wants you. It’s going to be up to you to be the voice of reason, and if that fails? Better learn to keep your volume down.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Domestic acts, making him feel like a normal man rather than the weapon the world wants him to be. 

Making him breakfast? His hands are playing with your hips the whole time, whispering sweet nothings against the skin of your neck, swaying to the imaginary rhythm he sets. Cleaning the countertops? He drapes his wide frame across your back, pinning you to the cold granite while he tells you how good your ass looks in your pants, heavy hands making it known just how much he appreciates your attire. Bring him breakfast in bed in nothing but an apron? He’s pulling you into the sheets and not letting you go until you’re screaming his name.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As much as a masochist he is, the last thing he’d ever do is hurt you. The most you could ever convince him to do is manhandling you or spanking, but the moment he senses anything but enjoyment he’s on his knees apologizing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Y’all remember what Doja Cat said about big noses? 

If he passes out between your legs he’ll die smiling, if he makes you pass out then he’s never going to let you hear the end of it. Very likely to overstimulate you until you’re pushing him off you, only to pin your hips down and keep on going. Enjoys palming your thighs and burying his face as far into your pussy as he can, his philosophy is if you can still speak he’s not doing well enough.

As for him, he becomes so submissive when you suck him off. It’s the only time he’s guaranteed to let you take the reins, he prefers watching you work rather than taking over. Tucks your hair back, strokes your head, whispers how good you make him feel and how your mouth feels like heaven. When he cums he’ll ask you to open your mouth before swallowing and the sight of your cum-stained lips gets him hard like nothing else.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Normally very sensual, can easily change with the drop of a hat. Long, deep strokes that reach all the right places and make you see stars. Massive service top vibes, one of those lovers that always knows what you need at the moment (he totally can’t hear your heart pounding in your chest, no sir.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes, and proud to admit it too. Always promises that he’ll be quick, but it never is. He can’t help it, y’know? You make him feel too good.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, but the catch is you have to tell him. You can throw him every hint in the world but he won’t so much as touch you until you use your words. Logan likes hearing how desperate you are, he’s a bit mean like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Why would you ever bother asking that? His limit is when you decide to tap out, if even that. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Didn’t really understand and thought you were insulting him at first by offering to use toys in the bedroom. It wasn’t until you gave him a show that he realized just how much he was missing before.

If anything, he doesn’t feel the need to use them on you, but loves watching you use them on yourself.

The small toy buzzes in your hand, the sound of it ringing loudly in the four walls you call a bedroom. Soft sighs accentuated by needy whines, baby pink sheets snaking around your soft thighs, the muffled sounds of your moans when you bite your lip—

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Logan says, mesmerized at the view, eyes glued to where the vibrator meets your swollen clit. He palms at the tent in his jeans, cock twitching when your back arches off the bed with a cry of his name.

He can fucking smell it—your arousal, your need—it makes him drunk, intoxicated off your pleasure. It makes his throat go dry, makes him want to crawl over you and keep you locked beneath him, greedily wringing out every last bit of it.

Your voice cuts through the fog of carnality, a gentle distraction from the beast that threatens to break loose with every passing second.

“Enjoying the view?”

He can only bring himself to nod.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s such a fucking tease it’s unreal, but he’s also very impatient. It leads to moments where you’ve been edged for so long that tears are brimming your eyes, and when you look at him with those puppy-dog eyes he can’t bring himself to hold off any longer, all previous plans discarded in favor of folding you in half and exposing your puffy cunt to his hungry gaze.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He gets louder and louder the longer you go on as his animal side overpowers him. He’s no stranger to noise but when he’s deep inside you he can’t help but resort to grunts and growls of your name, makes it known just how good you feel wrapped around his cock.

I personally like the idea that because of his mutation he follows mating rituals like real wolverines do, so if you’re into that he’s extra loud during mating season, to the point that he has to bury his face into your neck or else the whole building will hear him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Likes it when you wear his clothes because they smell like you afterward. Encourages you to do so, and maybe hides your shirts during laundry day as an excuse (but he’ll never admit it.) When you’re not around he’ll even hold the fabric to his nose and take a deep inhale, imagining it was you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As mentioned before, an overall hairy man. Strong muscles with a healthy layer of fat, likes to laugh at you when you bury your face between his tits because they’re nice and soft.

When it comes to his dick he leaves nothing to be desired—it’s heavy, like real heavy. Nice and girthy with a fat tip that makes your breath catch in your chest every time he glides it in, the slap of his balls against your ass soon following suit. A nice pretty pink with a couple of veins running throughout.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Always when he’s around you, but trained enough to know there’s a time and place. If he had his way you’d never leave his house, but that’s also his protective nature talking.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Likes watch you fall asleep first to make sure you’re safe and sound—a bit paranoid and overprotective in that sense, but he can’t really help it. You’re the best thing that’s happened to him, so it calms him down to know that you’re not going anywhere. Once he’s sure you’re alright he’ll go to sleep, preferably with you on his chest.

[hahaifolded]

Good... Really? - Simon "Ghost" Riley x POC!GN Reader Drabble

Warnings: Angst, ANGST, Angst (comment about eating habits) Author Notes: I don't know where this came from so I do apologize for this. I have a part 2 in mind but I don't know when I'll write that so... yeeeeah. Edit: A Part 2 was in mind and now here

Imagine Simon "Ghost" Riley asks you, the temporary interpreter for the 141, on a date. Imagine how surprised you were when after the most recent briefing, this hunk of a man approaches you asking if you like Italian and free that same night for dinner. Imagine how nervous he is when he asks, eyes looking anywhere but you, hand fidgeting at his sides. It absolutely melted your heart to see the man that made your heart beat so fast that you might faint shy to talk to you.

So imagine your shock when you agree on said date and it's just... horrible.

Just imagine you walking in, seeing him at the booth and as you catch his eye, he immediately looks away. How when you approach the table, he stays seated and mumbles out a small hi. You assume it's just a cultural difference and quickly move past it.

Then later when you ask him about work, because well it seemed like the safest conversation starter, he snaps at you, saying "we're on a date, not on base. no work talk." While he may have a point, he didn't have to say it so coldly. You try to be cheeky and ask him what does he want to talk about, hoping to ease the tension. It doesn't. Instead, it makes it worse as he just looks down.

So you both sit in silence as you look at the menu. You try to make small talk and ask him what he was thinking of getting. He answers plainly and says a salad. A SALAD? He tells you he's trying to cut, but assures you that you don't have to be shy, he can tell you like to eat. Oh wow - that cut deep. You just nod and look back at the menu. Your appetite dies at that very moment. You consider leaving, but the waiter pops up, asking if the "lovely couple" was ready to order. Simon quickly places his order and glares at you, waiting for you to go. You're already here, might as well stick through it.

So after you order a small soup that Ghost felt so compelled to ask if you were sure you wanted something so small, you start fidgeting with the menu, wondering how long does it take to toss a salad and pour a bowl of soup.

Imagine your shock when Simon finally speaks and asks if you thought the weather was nice. You died a little inside. The weather, really? You answer with a yes and even start to share how you loved this time of year, because it's perfect for-- and his eyes are glazed over. Great, he's not listening. You go quiet. It seems like he comes back to and asks you to repeat yourself. You don't.

You both sit in silent for a bit. You're trying to get comfortable, but find that you can't. You can tell that he's feeling the tension as he takes in a deep breath and lays his arms on the table. You can't help but stare at his tattoos.

Without a second thought, you reach out and try to ask him a question about them. As your fingers graze his arm, he pulls back and hisses at you.

"Don't touch me!"

The entire restaurant goes quiet and stares at your Lieutenant cradling his arm as if you burned him. You quickly pull back and apologize. You've never seen anyone recoil so much by your touch. He looks around the room and realizes the commotion you/he caused and mutters out a simple, "it's fine."

Silence falls on the two you again.

Dinner finally gets here and you don't think you ever ate a bowl of soup so fast before in your life. However, you can't even celebrate your small achievement as when you look up, you see Simon's plate already empty.

You can't help but be confused. Why did Simon Riley invite you on this date if he so clearly doesn't want to be here?

And before you can stop yourself, you ask him why the sudden interest. You deserved to know.

But damn did you wish you didn't ask when he says,

"Johnny's been hounding me to ask you on a date so I finally did."

Oh.

He asked you after Johnny, the only person on this fucking base who's even aware of your little crush on Ghost, told him too. Wait, no, BEGGED him to.

You don't know how you did it, but you managed to not to explode right there on the spot.

Or how when the waiter comes by asking if the "lovely couple" wants desert, you politely decline and ask for the check.

Or when Simon says he'll pay, because Johnny told him he had to, you just nod instead of storming off?

You don't know how you held your head high at you walked out of that restaurant, knowing that Simon Riley wasn't even interested in you and probably felt like he had to go on a date with the boring interpreter that has a stupid crush on him.

So imagine your shock, when before you can rip Johnny to shreds, he tells you how Ghost thought the date went swimmingly and can't wait for the second date.

WHAT!?

Word Count: 880

Thanks for reading! — Folded’s Page Guide + Masterlist — Part 2

[hayleythesugarbowl]

I was really inspired by smoshs most recent video where they go back and rewatch their first video appearances so here is a request!!

this does not have to be based on a specific video but just more of an idea.

I would love an ian x reader who is on the crew but makes appearances here and there like spencer. where they react to a compilation of them basically being in love because they are a really huge ship in the fandom, and it makes them realize feelings, and you know how it goes from there!!

Shipped || Ian Hecox x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist  ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: when you and ian watch fan compilations of yourselves for a video, you realize how much you actually like each other

word count: 2.4k

warnings: swearing

a/n: ahh this is such a cute idea! i’m so sorry it took me so long to get to love, hope you enjoy 💌

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     “Hey guys, today (Y/n) and I are going to be getting married!”

     There was a chorus of laughter from the crew as Ian went off-script. 

     “That is not what’s happening,” you said, in your best news anchor voice. 

     “She said no, cut the video,” Ian joked, spiking the camera.

     You laughed, rolling your eyes at him as he continued the intro.

     “But seriously, it is Valentine’s Day and to show you all how much we love and appreciate you, we’re going to be reacting to some fan compilations. Specifically compilations of us, because apparently, and Erin would be so proud of me for using this phrase, you ship it.”

     Ian gestured between the two of you. It was true. You’d started out at Smosh as an editor but after appearing in a TNTL Crew episode, the audience loved you and you kept making more and more appearances on camera.

     You were almost a regular cast member at this point. The new Tommy, people called you. And ever since you had begun appearing more regularly, fans had started shipping you with Ian immediately.

     It helped that you two were good friends and that most of the videos you were in, he was in as well. You and Ian had been close for a while now, ever since you’d started at Smosh a few years back.  

     You’d never thought of you guys as anything more than that though. Friends. But it was fun imagining the fans analyzing your interactions and making more of them. You couldn’t wait to watch the compilations.

     “We have compiled some edits and videos that you guys have made that are apparently about me and Ian,” you said. “I guess now that Shayne and Courtney are married and there aren’t enough clips of Angela and Mater, we’re ‘the ship’.”

     Ian nodded, laughing. “We haven’t watched these yet but I can’t wait to get started so let’s jump right in, shall we?”

     “We shall. This first one is called ‘ian and (y/n) being endgame for 17 minutes straight’ by rogertheredditor. Do we need to give a definition of endgame for Daddy Ian?”

     “Hey!” Ian protested. “I watched avengers.”

     That got a laugh from the crew and you put a hand on Ian’s shoulder.

     “Ok,” you said. “Let’s dive in.”

     You pressed play on the video and watched as clips of you and Ian came on the screen. Most of them were from videos you were in together, Reddit stories and TNTLs and challenge pit. You leaned your elbow on the table, giving the laptop all of your attention. 

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     “Oh my gosh, Ian you can’t say that on camera!” You exclaimed as Shayne laughed, the iPad almost falling out of his hands. 

     “Well if James Charles didn’t want me talking about it, then he shouldn’t have done it,” Ian defended. 

     You smacked Ian on the shoulder as you laughed and he shoved your hand away yelling ‘cooties!’

     This only made you giggle more and you threw a pillow at him. He caught it, pretending to repeatedly hit you with it.

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     You pressed pause. “I don’t even remember what you said. I just know we had to bleep it out.”

     “Oh I do,” Ian said, laughing. “It was—”

     “Next clip!” You interrupted him, pressing play.

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     “Watch this” you told the camera, glancing at Ian in the stool. “This is about to be the fastest bit in TNTL history.”

     Ian looked at you with confusion in his eyes as you walked towards him, leaning in to whisper something in his ear.

     He immediately spit his water and you clapped, feeling triumphant. Ian choked on water as he lost it. 

     “Wait, now we have to know what you said!” Courtney exclaimed, coming out from behind the divider.

     “Inside joke,” you informed her. 

     “Wait, (Y/n),” Ian said, gesturing to you to come closer, a mischievous smile on his face. “Remember…”

     He leaned in and whispered something in your ear and you both started laughing again.

    “Get a room!” Angela called from off camera. 

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     “Dude, I remember that,” Ian said, stopping the video. 

     “And we did get a room after that,” you joked. You remembered that moment too, you and Ian laughing over something no one else would’ve understood. You didn’t realize there were so many of these kinds of clips of you and Ian. 

     “(Y/n) stop! They’re gonna believe you and then this clip is going to be put in edits.”

     “You’re welcome Ian and (Y/n) shippers,” you winked at the camera.

     “Wait, we need a ship name,” Ian announced.

     “Put our ship name on the comments,” you said, starting the video again.

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     “Oh my gosh, I’m gonna puke.”

     You waved your hand in front of your face as you tried to swallow—whatever was in your mouth.

     “What you are eating—or, drinking—is called ‘The Birthday Smoothie’,” Courtney read from the card. “Anchovies, birthday sprinkles, spice drops, and cream of wheat.”

     You gagged and Ian put a hand on your back, laughing. 

     “Can we fly in the puke bucket for (Y/n)?” He asked, looking at you in amusement as you grabbed on to the table, covering your mouth. 

     Courtney handed it to you and you turned, emptying the contents of your mouth into the bucket. Ian rubbed your back as everyone reacted. 

     “You’re ok,” he chuckled.

     You came up a moment later, wiping under your eyes and fixing your hair.

     “That was disgusting.”

     “You’re so dramatic,” Ian rolled his eyes. “It couldn’t have been that bad.”

     “Oh yeah, tough guy? Care to try it then.” You gestured to the smoothie still sitting on the table.

     “I would but—I’m on a diet so…”

     You giggled, rolling your eyes. 

    “Oh, you have a—” Ian trailed off, reaching to carefully pull a strand of hair off of your mic, tucking it behind your ear. “There.”

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     And that was the end of the video. You sat there for a moment. You of course remembered that Eat it or Yeet it—in fact it was only filmed a couple weeks ago.

But you hadn’t realized how sweet Ian had been.

     You couldn’t get the image of him rubbing your back out of your head. Of him tucking your hair behind your ears.

     You turned to Ian now, only to find he was already looking at you. 

     “Um—well that was the first compilation. What did you think Ian?”

     “I think I looked good in all those clips so I’m not complaining.” Ian shrugged.

     “Ok Buddy,” you teased. “On to the next one. This one’s called ‘more ian and (y/n) clips that make anthony jealous’ by amangelalover9. Let’s jump in.”

     This video had some of the same clips from the first one but others were ones you hadn’t seen yet. A lot were times you and Ian shared the screen but others were simply moments where one of you mentioned or talked about the other one. 

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    “I was with Ian the other day…”

     “You know who would think this was so funny? (Y/n).”

     “Wait let me text Ian and settle this.”

     “Bro, (Y/n) said the most wild shit last night…”

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     You watched with Ian, laughing and remembering each part that came on.

     A clip appeared that was older than many of the others—one of your earlier videos, judging by your hairstyle.

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     “Hey guys, welcome back to challenge pit!” Keith announced. “Today we’re going to be competing to see who can win at doing household chores—but with a twist. I’m talking swords and shit.”

     “Swords and shit? Title of your sex tape.” Ian leaned over and mumbled to you.

     You busted up laughing and everyone else turned to see what was so funny.

     “Sorry Keith,” you wheezed. “Keep going with the intro. Please finish.”

     “Also the title of your sex tape.”

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     Ian reached forward pausing the video on the laptop. “I remember that day.”

     “It was at the end of a shoot week, right?” You asked.

     Ian nodded, looking wistful. “Yeah. I remember it was the first time I made you laugh.”

     “Must have been the very end of a shoot week and I was delirious,” you teased, but your mind was on his words.

     Ian clutched his chest in mock offense. You giggled, nudging his shoulder as you pressed play again.

     As you watched more of the video and laughed with Ian, you couldn’t get his words out of your head. 

     I remember it was the first time I made you laugh

     He kept track of that?

     Eventually, the video ended and you moved on to the final one. 

     “That was so good,” Ian chuckled. “We are so Shourtney coded. Like I feel like if we announced that we were secretly married, no one would be shocked.”

     “Again with the marriage? Is this whole video a secret proposal or something?”

     “Only if you’d say yes,” Ian countered. 

     You knew he was joking, but something about his eyes—about the way he was looking at you—made your heart beat faster. It was probably just the effects of being in a video about you and Ian being in a ‘relationship’, but you found yourself imagining what it would be like if it was real.

     You had a sudden image of leaning across the table and bringing your lips to his. 

     You shook it off. “The jury’s out on that one. Meanwhile, our final video is titled ‘ian and (y/n) putting kelce and taylor to shame and giving us more feels than that one scene from marley and me’ and this one was posted by pandalover717.”

     The crew laughed at the long title and you kept talking. 

     “This is a shorter one—”

     “Shayne,” Ian coughed. A loud ‘hey!’ came from off-camera. You ignored them.

     “—so we’ll see what it entails. Let’s go.”

     You started the video and a Taylor Swift song started playing, dramatizing shots of you and Ian talking or hugging or falling on each other as you laughed.

     I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

    Darling, you’re the one I want 

     Was this how everyone saw you and Ian? You had always been close but—had you been missing something.

    I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this 

    Darling you’re the one I want 

     How did you see you and Ian? How did he? You tried to think of your relationship from the perspective of these edits and fan videos.

     I want to drive away with you 

     I want your complications too.

     You tried to stop your heart from racing. You were starting to see Ian in a whole new light. 

     I want to drive away with you. 

     I want your complications too.

     Seeing all of these moments that you’d had with Ian—you were beginning to form a clearer picture that you hadn’t been able to see before. 

     I want your dreary Mondays 

     Wrap your arms around me, baby boy 

     Maybe one you hadn’t let yourself see before.

     Because you and Ian were friends. Best friends. 

     But what if you could be more than that. 

     You were lost in your thoughts as the video ended and Ian tapped a button on the laptop.

     “That song slaps every time,” Ian announced, turning to you. “What’d you think of that one?”

     You shook yourself out of it, answering Ian. “I love a good edit. These were all so good and it’s so much fun to see how you guys interpret interactions and find little hidden meanings in things.”

     “Or not-so-hidden meanings,” Ian said. He sounded so sincere that it threw you off.

     “What?”

     “Nothing. What—what was your favorite moment from all of those clips? Personally mine is when you lost your lunch after that smoothie.”

     You smacked his arm and he ducked away from you, holding up his arms in surrender. 

     “Not funny Ian, my stomach wasn’t right for a week. And I don’t know if I have a favorite, there were a lot of good ones. By some crazy coincidence basically all of the videos I’ve been in have been with this guy.”

      Ian was silent a moment.

     “And—and what if it wasn’t?” He finally said. “A coincidence, I mean.”

     “What?”

     “It was at the beginning but then I, um, might’ve asked to be put in every video you were going to be in,” Ian admitted, running a hand along the back of his neck nervously. 

     “Why?” Your voice came out breathless. “Why would you—”

      “Well,” Ian started, crossing his arms over his chest. “For starters, how else would people have enough content to make edits about us?”

     “Ian.”

     “Fine. At first it was just to hang out with you more,” Ian said, “We were such good friends and—and then it was more than that. Y’know, once I, kind of, fell in love with you.”

     You could’ve sworn your heart stopped. The room was silent. As far as you were concerned it was just you and Ian.  

     “Is this some bit for the video or—”

     “It’s not a bit,” Ian confessed, smiling ruefully. “I wish it was, because that I’d be good at. I’m not good at this. At emotions and feelings and—”

     But he never got to finish that sentence because you leaned over and kissed him. He kissed you back, his lips crashing into yours with an intensity you’d never seen from him. 

     When you broke apart, the entire room erupted into applause and shouts of ‘oh my god’ and ‘guys!’ and ‘pay up shayne, where’s my 30 bucks?’. That last one was Chanse.

     But you hardly heard any of it. You could only smile at Ian as he smiled back at you. 

     “Wow,” you said. “That was not how I imagined this video ending.”

     “Me neither,” Ian said. “But a guy can dream.”

     You smiled, thinking about how Ian had felt about you all this time. How you felt about him now. It would be a miracle if you could stop smiling.

      You looked away from Ian and towards the camera as Spencer spoke from behind it. “I think I speak for all the fans when I say we are going to have a field day with this video in our next edits. This is straight out of a Lynn Painter book”

     “We?” You asked, intertwining your fingers with Ian’s at the same time as Ian said,

“You read Lynn Painter books? 

     “Yeah,” Spencer shrugged “They’re dope as hell.”

     You giggled as he continued, a small smirk on his face. “And as for the edits…

Who do you think pandalover717 is?”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed babes, lots more smosh fics coming soon!! also if you caught my b99 reference ilysm 💋

[yailtsv]

Live - paige’s sister

💌 Syn: uconn wbb live with taylor!

»»— warnings: it’s not in order of the actual live

»»— notes: finally bringing these over from wp, but the editing did nothing and i still hate this and the others 🫠

»»— word count: 1.4k

»»— pair: paige x sister!oc || taylor bueckers

Paige and KK are sitting on the couch catching their breath after they just did self defense lessons for the viewers on the live. KK's now explaining why she was mad in the car on the live they did earlier with their crumbl cookie review.

"They left me in the mall-" kk started but got cut off "NO I texted you to meet us at the car. I said and I quote 'taylor got scared from the fans screaming and wanting pictures, meet us at the car.' Paige cut in

"And I'm a GIRL!! somebody could just walk behind me and BOOM SNATCHIES!!" KK defended, making everyone laugh at her yelling 'boom snatchies'  and then said "tays my girl, so I understand p leaving to take her to the car when she's scared, BUT THAT DIDN'T MEAN JANA AND ICE HAD TO LEAVE ME!" Making jana and ice laugh and start defending themselves while Paige try's to focus back on her schoolwork

While KK, Jana, and Ice are arguing defending themselves on live and Paige is doing her schoolwork, Taylor walks out of Paige's room with her fuzzy stitch blanket, Olaf stuffed animal that Azzi bought her on her 1st birthday, her sketch book and her crayons and walks into the living room at the time kk walks over to ice and hugs her and Paige records it

Taylor walks to the couch and sets her stuff next to Paige and starts trying to climb up it while kk yells at ice to hug her back

Kk walks away from ice after they hug and her and Paige both see Taylor struggling to climb up the cushion, Paige immediately sets the phone down and lifts Taylor up next to her before she can get hurt. While Paige helped Taylor, kk sat back in her seat and propped the phone back up, all the comments that where laughing and joking about the kk and ice hug are now greeting Taylor

"Baby Bueckers, wanna say hi to the fans?" Kk asked Taylor while Paige was helping her get comfortable by placing her blanket on her and making a little more room so she has room to draw

Taylor looked at kk then the phone where she can see kk,herself, and Paige and then looks at Paige questioning if she can. Paige nods and says "it's ok go ahead" making Taylor look back to the camera and shyly say hi while waving slowly, making paige and kk laugh a little bit and the comments start gushing about her and how shy she is, seeing as paige the least shy person on the planet is her older sister.

"Isn't she just the cutest" kk somewhat yelled and pinched her cheeks, making taylor giggle but pull away. Eventually the focus goes on to debating if they’re gonna do a talent show and while they’re doing that, Taylor’s drawing paige and the uconn girls for Paige. While Taylor was in Paige's room earlier she also finished a drawing for geno and cd.

"That's cute. Who's that for baby?" Paige says softly while kk is looking for someone to add, for the talent show. "It was supposed to be a surprise." Taylor say sadly "it's for you. Do you like it?" She adds on

"Oh I'm sorry baby, I didn't know. I'll act surprised when you give it to me alright? And I think it's absolutely beautiful. You did so good on it." Paige says softly to Taylor while a fan is singing “before he cheats”

"It's ok, I just have a few more things to add and then you can have it." She replied and Paige nodded and looked away to focus on the talent show, giving her the privacy to finish the drawing.

"DONE" she yelled cutting off the person now screaming because she got accepted into the live, making everyone laugh after kk kicked the fan off "whys everyone laughing? Did I do something?" Taylor says making everyone calm down there laughing

"No, you didn't do anything babe. It was just a funny time to yell. That's all" Paige said making her make an 'ohhh' face, before grinning and shoving the drawing into Paige's chest

"Oh wow for me? did you make this all on your own? This is amazing!" Paige says shocked, making Taylor giggle knowing she's acting "this is you! that's kk and Jana, ice, Azzi, Caroline, Aubs, ash, Sarah, morgy, Allie, yanna, that's Kaitlyn with q, and I did nika over there and Aaliyah over there with ines and amari!" She points everyone out excitedly, making kk, Jana, Aubrey, and ice the only other people in the room to move closer to see the drawing.

All of them saying how good it is, and that they want one for them making her say she'll work on them over summer. Kk grabs the drawing excitedly and shows the camera saying "guys I don't think we need to have a talent show anymore. Taylor obviously wins!" Making Taylor giggle "I don't count" she reply's making kk gasp and put her hand over her heart dramatically "what do you MEAN you don't count? It's a talent show. You showed your talent. You WIN!" Kk said

"Noooo someone on the phone has to win! You don't know them, you know me, that's a disadvantage!" Taylor says making kk look at her with wide eyes "WHY IS THIS 4 YEAR OLD SAYING SENTIENCE'S LIKE THAT?! WHO TAUGHT HER THE WORD DISADVANTAGE?!" Kk scream's making Taylor giggle again and the others to laugh

"She's a smarty pants. She loves learning new things." Paige replies "she knows how to count to 100 too" Paige adds making kk even more shocked

The comments are blowing up, so while kks on her ranting spree, Taylor was focusing on the comments "sissy why are they saying your fine? What happened? Are you ok?" Taylor questions confused, with her saying that made the room go silent for a few seconds before kk breaks the silence by bursting into laughter making the others do the same.

"Alright Alright, no more comments for you. Let's look away from the camera alright?" Paige says trying not to laugh cause she sees taylor is now genuinely concerned "you didn't answer. Why are they saying your fine? Why are you sad?"She said making kk laugh again, Paige leaned forward and smacked kk on the back of the head, glaring at her

"I'm good baby, I'm not sad alright? I don't know what there talking about." She tries to comfort while also not informing her what the fans where actually talking about. "You sure?" She says hesitantly, making Paige nod her head "I'm ok. Promise." She says

Taylor nods and then go on to ask her different questions and things unrelated to that whole situation, making Paige let out a sigh of relief that she dropped this conversation. Kk goes on back to the live adding more people, kicking more people off, that whole routine.

"Sissy can you let my hair down? It's to tight" taylor say halting the conversation about all the places she gets to go to this summer "yeah come here" Paige says while moving her computer to the side and setting Taylor in her lap, starting to take out all the hairties, rubber bands, and bobby pins. When completed Paige massages Taylor's scalp a little bit to relieve the pain from the tight up-do her hairs been in all day, making her lean into Paige more.

While that's happening, kk starts singing pyramids. Paige takes her hands away from Taylors head but she still leans into Paige more, suddenly tired. She yawns making Paige look at her "tired?" She asks and Taylor shakesher head no but then shakes her head yes.

Paige moves her sketch book and crayons to the table, and grabs her blanket and Olaf. Handing Taylor the Olaf, Paige lays Taylor in her arms with Taylor's head in the crook of Paige's elbow, face pressed against her stomach and feet curled up against Paige. Paige tucks the blanket around Taylor making sure shes comfortable before starting to rub her back to help her fall asleep.

Once she fell asleep, paige told kk to keep it down a little bit which she did do for awhile, with her making the fans be a little quieter when they joined. Eventually kk was asking someone to sing sexxy red with the fan asking kk to dance to her singing... Taylor woke up grumpy and Paige had to get her back to sleep

@melpthatsme @rebecca-woso

[whowantslovergirl]

An: this picture is very dear to my heart

Celebrity Crush

Kate Martin x influencer! reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: reader goes to umich, cursing, this was before the umich vs iowa game and let’s pretend it was a home game for Michigan, reader is a beauty influencer, Kate being whipped, timeline of the relationship 😝 wbb masterlist

Summary: Kate goes on live saying the famous beauty influencer N/n L/n is her celebrity crush

posted: July 25, 2024

The question that started it all:

Jada was live and Kate was seen in the background listening and scrolling on her phone. Jada was looking through the comments trying to find something to respond to.

katemartinsgf: who’s yall celebrity crush??

“My celebrity crush is my boyfriend. What about you Kate?” She looked up. “What?”

“Who’s your celebrity crush?” She got up with a smile super excited to talk about you.

“It’s that one girl, she goes to umich and she does like day in the life and like get ready with me’s. I forgot her name!”

The comments immediately knew who she was talking about.

user1: OMG N/N L/N

user2: ITS N/N L/N

user3: OMG N/N L/N I LOVE HER SHES SO FUNNY

user4: N/N L/N

“Everyone’s saying N/n L/n.”

“Yes, that’s her! She’s so pretty oh my god.” Kate talked about you the whole live.

That one clip went viral, but you never seen it.

______

You were scrolling on TikTok, and your notifications went crazy. People kept tagging you in this video, but you never checked it and just silenced mentions.

Thank God your friend asked if you wanted to go to the basketball game next week.

How N/n and Kate met:

“Hey guys! So today we are going to a basketball game. A girls basketball game because women sports are better and more entertaining.” You were vlogging your time before, during, and after the game and you were with your friend in the wolverine colors.

“Who’s playing?” You ask your friend.

“I think Iowa and I heard that they’re good so this will be fun.” They responded.

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“So we’re getting some snacks from the vending machine because the food that they sell is-.” Your friend cut you off.

“Fucking terrible! Omg did I tell you when I literally got food poisoning from it? Almost died for real.” You were shocked because they never told you that. They laughed at your reaction.

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While you guys were getting snacks the Iowa team were coming into the locker room. While they were walking Kate saw you at the vending machine and freaked out.

“Jada! Jada! Look who’s at the vending machine!” She looked and started going crazy with Kate. Gabbie saw this and just had to ask. “Why are yall freaking out?” They just pointed to the vending machine.

“Oh my god! Is that N/n L/n?!” They nodded out of excitement.

“Kate get her number!” Jada exclaimed. Kate looked at her with wide eyes. “What! No!”

“Why not? Just go!” She pushed Kate and you saw her, and it looked like she tripped so you went up to her.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” She looked up and widened her eyes. “Yea yea I’m fine thanks for asking.” You looked at her and your jaw actually dropped. Her height alone was very attractive and her eyes oh my. "Oh ok, wait are you on Iowa?"

"Uh yea I was just going to the locker room."

"Oh well I'm Y/n or N/n whatever you feel comfortable with."

"I'm Kate." She smiled and turned to Jada; Jada mouthed "get her number now!" She turned back to you. "Do you think I can get your number?" You raised your eyebrows, and you looked shocked. "If you're not into girls its fine I'll just go-."

"No, it's fine and yea you can get my number." You gave it to her and went back to your friend who was recording the whole thing. Jada was jumping up and down out of excitement when Kate came back.

After the game you started editing your video and left in your interaction with Kate and the comments went crazy.

user5: I just know Kate is happy asf 💀

user6: AHHHH IT HAPPENED

user7: our dream came true guys

user8: they better get together istg

user9: this cured my depression

First facetime:

You and Kate have been texting back and forth with each other even if you guys live a few states apart it never stopped you guys from liking each other. Then you suggested that you guys should facetime more, and Kate freaked out.

_____

"She wants to facetime! Do I look okay?" Kate asked Jada as she was trying to fix her hair. "Yes, Kate you look fine."

Then you called. "Oh my god she's calling!"

"Then answer it, Kate."

_____

"Hey N/n"

"Hey Kate. Wait I feel like you should have a nickname too." She smiles. "Oh yea? What should it be?" You shrugged. "I don't know like martin the martian or something." She busted out laughing. "Extra points for creativity N/n." You smile. "Thanks! Really thought about it."

You guys fell asleep on the phone together.

When Kate and Y/n finally became girlfriend and girlfriend:

Kate was planning to fly to Michigan to visit you and you were very happy. Her plane just landed, and you are almost on your way to pick her up.

_____

You saw her come out and got out of the car to hug her. You jumped in her arms, and she dropped her bag.

"Hey N/n."

"Hey martin the martian." You guys got in the car and drove to your apartment.

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You guys are watching a movie, and you guys were on the part where the guy asks the girl to be his girlfriend. "That is so cute. So simple but so cute." You said and Kate looked at you. "So, you don't want anything extravagant?" You shook your head. "I feel like something private between two people is better than something public."

"So do you want to be my girlfriend?" You look at her in shock. "Are you serious?!" She nodded. "Yea I'll be your girlfriend." You smiled.

When Y/n surprised Kate:

You and Kate haven't seen each other in three months. Since it was winter it was very hard to find a flight that wasn't getting delayed or cancelled but luckily you found one and are on your way to Iowa now.

You told Kate that there was a big snowstorm coming and you couldn't come until next week. That was obviously a lie. You were informed by Caitlin that there was a team dinner tonight and you should surprise her there. Right now, you are vlogging your trip to Iowa and now in a hotel room with Caitlin. "Alright guys I'm in Iowa right now with Cait." "Hey everybody!" She yelled. "But we are getting ready for the team dinner and surprise Kate. So, this will cut to when we're ready."

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"Hey guys so Y/n is still not ready so I will be occupying you guys." Cait said while setting up the camera. Before she can you came in. "Oh my god she's here guys."

"I did not take that long!" Cait just rolled her eyes. You picked up the camera. "Ok so we are going to show our outfits even though they're basic black dresses." You flipped the camera to show Cait and she started posing dramatically. Then took the camera to show you and you did the same thing you both laughed, and it cut to you hiding in the bathroom of the restaurant.

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"Right now, I'm hiding in the bathroom waiting for my signal." You said while whispering. "Jada is going to knock on the stall and Ima come out. We are doing it after dinner so I'm going to be here for about an hour but it's fine because I'm playing episode, and this story is so good oh my." After an hour passed Jada knocked on the stall and you rushed out and Jada was holding your camera. "Is it recording?" You shook your head and turned it on. "She was literally talking about you the whole dinner." You laughed. "No really, she was like 'I miss N/n' 'I'm seeing her next week, but I wanted to see her today.' You took the camera from Jada.

"Yall heard that? My bae loves me."

"No, she actually does guys." You and Jada laughed.

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The team was getting ready to leave when Coach said they're going to take a picture. Lisa was in on it, and she saw you and asked to take a picture. "Hey, can you take a picture of us?" She says smiling. "Yea of course." Kate recognized your voice but didn't turn around because you're not here anyway. You took her phone to take the picture and Kate's jaw dropped and her eyes widened. You took the picture. "We should retake it because Kate's face ruins the photo." You said laughing. She ran up to hug you. "What about the snowstorm?"

"Babe there was no snowstorm."

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When you guys got home you went to edit the video after spending time with Kate and the team. "What are you titling it?"

'Surprising my Iowa bae'

She laughed and you posted it.

user10: this is so cute omg

user11: I LOVE THEM OMG

user12: THIS IS HOW I FOUND OUT????

N/nreplied: girl where you been 🧍‍♀️

Random N/n and Kate video:

You and Kate were going to eat dinner together. They got Culvers when Kate had an idea for a video. They were going to eat while answering questions.

"Hello everyone, today we are going to be answering questions that you guys have. I was going to do something like this, but Kate wanted to do a video so bad."

"Not true." You just looked at her. "Okay before she starts lying even more, we are going to start."

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"Alright them what you got babe." Kate started showing her food. I got the cod fish burger withe extra tartar sauce with fries and a lemonade."

"She has to be healthy because she's an athlete or whatever, But I got a double butter burger with a large fry and a large Dr. Pepper. Also, some vanilla custard." She looked at you. "You're so big."

"Shut up! Ok let's eat and answer your questions!"

What's one thing you guys like about each other? And one thing you hate?

"I like Kate's smile and I hate when she makes a joke and she like looks around to make sure you laughed, and she always looks a dad waiting for his kids to laugh with like a huge smile on her face." She was laughing. "No, I don't!"

"Yes, you do!"

"My favorite thing about N/n is her humor and one thing I hate is how she makes fun of me." That made you burst out laughing. "I don't make fun of you." She looked at the camera with her jaw dropped. "Shes lying to you."

Favorite memory of each other?

They both were silent, trying to think of their favorite memory. "I don't really have one." Kate said and you nodded. "We only been dating for like six months-."

"Seven." Kate corrected. "Sorry seven months and we only spent like four of those together, so we don't really have that much." You shrugged.

First impression of each other?

"When I first saw N/n for the first time I freaked out you can ask Jada. I freaked out."

"Was that the first time you saw me in person?" She nodded.

"My first impression of Kate was I thought she was clumsy because I thought she tripped and then seeing her up close I was very attracted to her."

"Awwww you love me!" You rolled your eyes at her statement.

_____

After a few more questions, you ended the video and posted it without editing.

user13: them arguing is hilarious

user14: N/n and Kate world domination

user15: KATE CALLING N/N BIG BYEEEE

user16: i love their relationship like when is it my turn :(

The WNBA draft:

"Good morning! Today is the WNBA draft and Kate is getting drafted-."

"We don't know that for sure!"

"Shut up!" You wanted to vlog Kate drafted because you know it's going to happen. "Kate doesn't think she's getting drafted, but I believe that my bae is getting drafted."

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"Ok guys were getting ready and looks who's here!" You pan the camera to Jada and Gabbie, and they cheered. "So, I know some people here, but I never really watched college sports since I met Kate soo and from the people I had seen so far. By far the most attractive women I ever seen." Everyone laughed. "So yall know the drill we are going to be ready after this cut."

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"Look at us!' Kate exclaimed. "We are on our way to the draft guys. I'm so excited!" You said.

______

"So, we are in our seats, and I don't know if I'm allowed to film so you guys are in my lap." You whispered. "We are almost done on the first round of picks and Kate will be chosen the second round."

"You don't know that." She whispered back and you just ignored her.

"She will be picked."

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On the 17th pick you are starting to get nervous because Kate didn't get chosen yet. They are about to announce the 18th pick for the Las Vegas Aces.

"For the 18th pick of the 2024 WNBA draft the Las Vegas Aces select.... Kate Martin." You screamed out of joy and jumped up causing your camera to fall. You hugged and kissed her with a huge smile on your face. You picked up your camera real fast so you can film Kate holding the jersey.

______

"My Martin the Martian is a Las Vegas Ace!!!" You screamed in the camera with an Aces hat on. "Guys didn't I say she was going to get picked? Yea and guess what happened? She got picked!"

Since you were so happy you completely forgot that Kate will be all the way in Las Vegas.

user17: YESSSSSS SHES AN ACE

user18: I love how supportive N/n is 😍

user19: THE CAMERA BYEEEE

user20: so cute :)

Kate surprising Y/n:

It has been four months since Kate and Y/n been apart. They're still going strong because they're used to doing a long-distance relationship, but they miss each other dearly. Kate been planning on surprising you in Michigan when she goes to play a game there and she filmed most of it so you can post it.

‘Martin the Martian takeover’

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“Hey guys so I am going to surprise N/n today because she doesn’t know I’m going to Michigan. Since she graduated she is doing her masters online which is amazing clap it up for my girl.” She started clapping. “She’ll add clapping sounds don’t worry guys.”

“But anyway I’m on my way to Michigan now and I’m very excited to see her cause I haven’t seen her in like four months.”

“She tells us all the time!” Aja exclaimed in the background. Kate looked at the camera and ended the video.

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Kate is in Michigan and you are at your parent’s house just until the apartment you have gets ready for you. Your parents know that Kate is coming over and it’s killing your mom that she can’t tell you.

You got a call from Kate and you answered it. “Hello?”

“Hey N/n I sent you a little present and it says it delivered say can you check if it’s there?” You had a confused look on your face. “Ok?”

You went downstairs to see if the ‘present’ is there. You opened the door and screamed. Kate was right there filming your reaction. “Look babe I’m vlogging!” You laugh and jumped into her arms. “I missed you.” You mumbled into her shoulder. “I missed you too baby.”

“I actually got you a gift though.” She took her jersey and some tickets out of her bag. “There’s three if you want to invite your parents or friends.” You teared up. “Thank you Kate.” You give her a kiss. She ended the video and you guys hung out before you guys went to the game she left a little earlier but you were still there.

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Kate sent you the videos she made and you edited and posted ‘Martin the Martian takeover’

user21: the fact that she vlogged this knowing that N/n would want a video I LOVE THEM

user22: no they’re honestly the cutest

user23: yall better marry each other 🙄

user24: i love them

By the way this was all because Kate said N/n is her celebrity crush.

An: ending was ass BUT HOPED YOU ENJOY MY LOVERS 🤍🤍🤍🤍

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Camera Caught- Matt Sturniolo

Summary: you accidentally left some hickeys on matt’s neck and the fans catch it, start making edits, and matt “punishes” you

Warnings: SMUT, degradation, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (female receiving), P in V, Unprotected sex, praising, slight crying.

A/N: I LOVE YOU ALL ENJOYY

PSA: I GIVE NO RIGHTS TO COPY MY WORK OR USE MY WORK FOR “INSPIRATION”

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Matt and I’s relationship has been very very private, we've been trying to keep it that way till we both collectively agreed to go public. Matt was down in the garage filming for a Friday video and I was endlessly scrolling on TikTok, I came across this edit of Matt, I didn't think much of it till i saw the comments.

Mattscupsupremacy: THE HICKEY?! WHO IS SHE?? MATTS A FREAKY GAL

Chrissypoohmylover: UHM MATTHEW?? what a freaky man.. she’s one lucky girl to be getting that fire dick

Nickismyqueen: WHY IS NO ONE POINTING OUT THE FACT HES NOT EVEN TRYING TO COVER IT UP??

Yamother6629: we lost another one girls… Funeral at my place at 6 pm tmr 😔💔

Thefourthtriplet5239: MATT SEEMED SO VANILLA.. who would ever guess that man is kinky?

“No no no” I say panicking out loud and immediately jumping out of bed and running through the house and busting the door open to the garage where Nick, Matt, and Chris are barging into the garage which sends the boys into an immediate panic

“Okay so you can edit this out of the video but it's an emergency,” I say out of breath.

“Girl go the fuck on, you said it’s an emergency, spill let’s go” Nick says snapping his fingers.

“Okay, patience, so I was scrolling through TikTok like normally waiting for you guys to finish filming and I scroll across this Matt edit,” I say trying to find the edit on my phone.

“Y/N how many times do I have to tell you to stop watching edits of me, I'm right here no need to fangirl over me,” Matt says with a sense of cockyness in his voice.

“No no hold on it gets better, so I scroll through the comments cause you know it's funny watching as the 12-year-olds talk about you being their ‘baby’-” start before Chris cut me off

“GET TO THE FUCKING POINT YAPPER,” Chris says throwing his hands in the air

“Says the one who goes on about putting a literal tit milk-drinking infant in the backseat of a car with no car seat. So let's not talk about her yapping” nick defends.

“ANYWAYS, Matt you forgot to cover your hickeys from the other night and everyone knows about it now, cause when you moved out of frame your hoodie must have come down, and there are edits and people calling you ‘vanilla’ whatever the hell that means, and like everyone is wondering who the girl is and I'm like panicking now,” I say with panic in my voice “I know you weren't ready to go public but everyone is like freaking the fuck out” I continue.

“Fuck, I thought the hoodie was a good cover” matt sighs “look its fine well figure it out after I'm done filming just go back inside and calm the hell down” he gives me a quick peck on my forehead and shutting the door of the car.

A couple of minutes later I got a text from matt, normally he does send me the occasional ‘i love you, almost done filming’ message but this one was a little different.

Matty B Rapz 💍

you’re in big trouble for getting us caught

i hope you ain’t tired cause you’re in for a long night

This wasn't out of the normal for Matt to be rough with me but over text? This is new, but I love it. I could feel myself getting soaked at all the possible ways Matt could fuck me, all the positions, thinking of all the ways in which he could make me cum.

After an hour and a half of endless scrolling through TikTok, I can hear the footsteps of Matt through the hallway.

“Hi baby, how was filming?” I say as he walks in the door immediately shutting it and locking it.

“Don't ‘baby’ me, strip,” he says harshly as his eyes darken with lust.

A smirk appeared on my lips, and moved off the bed walking towards him as I placed my phone down on the bedside table and slowly and teasingly removed my pants and shirt leaving me in my light pink lingerie set that I knew drove him insane, the way it hugged my curves, pushed my Brests up with a small delicate flower in the middle, and my underwear that sat and hung onto my hips with another small flower in the middle of it.

“So fucking sexy,” Matt says under his breath causing a light shade of pink to appear on my cheeks.

Matt wraps his arms around my torso and unclips my bra letting my breasts fall and the straps of my bra fall off my arms. He lightly pushes me back so I'm sitting on our shared bed as he places a deep and passionate kiss on my lips.

I yearn for more of his lips but he pulls away from me and starts trailing light kisses down my jaw and to my neck and sucking harshly on my neck so we have matching marks on my neck and soft moans escaping my lips.

“Since you had to go and get us caught,” he starts before sucking harsher in my neck in a pattern this time. “Everyone's gonna know who you belong to now” he pulls away walking back a couple of steps to admire the marks he left on my neck.

‘M’

His initial was spelled out on my neck.

“And you're not gonna cover that up. Got it?” he spits walking towards me and wrapping his hand around my neck.

“Yes, Matt” I whisper out

“Good fucking girl” he removes his hand from my neck and pushes me down so my back is now on the bed flat.

He lowers his body down, basically on his knees, and he leaves kisses down my stomach before kissing over my clothed pussy and a soft whimper comes out of my lips.

Using his teeth he guides my underwear off my legs and throws them on the floor with a smirk plastered on his face.

His face between my legs was always a sight for sore eyes, never failed to turn me on the way his blue eyes always stared at me through his eyelashes. He places small kisses around my thighs eventually making his way down to my dripping pussy and placing kisses everywhere around it but where I need him the most.

“Matt, please” I plead.

“What are you begging for? Use that filthy mouth of yours and tell me what you want” he says harshly.

“I need your mouth, please” i whine.

He smirks and uses his tongue to move up and down my folds collecting my juices he lets out a groan as the taste of my pussy touches his tongue. His lips attach to my clit sucking harshly on it.

“FUCK MATT” My back arches and my eyes roll back basically seeing my brain.

His tongue explores every inch of me as he keeps a steady gaze on me and how my body reacts to his mouth. His fingers trail into my begging hole that's clenched around the air begging to be fulfilled curling his slim fingers upward reaching a spot I could never reach by myself.

“MATT” I scream out as My thighs close his head in.

“Legs stay open” he mutters through my pussy.

His fingers now moving at a pace that's driving me absolutely insane, his muted moans against my pussy is only turning me on more.

“close” i breathe out trying not to strain my voice.

“hold it,” he says muttering against me as his nose flicks my clit digging his face deeper into my pussy. He was almost moaning as much as I was, typically he didn't even care if he cums, he gets off at watching me come unglued from his mouth or fingers.

“Please” I repeat pleading with matt.

“No, you're gonna hold it and you're gonna show me how much of a good girl you can be” he lifts his head continuing his pace with his fingers.

His gaze never left me, the way my back arched off the bed and my eyes rolled back just at his fingers was always so amusing to him.

“You always look so beautiful wrapped around my fingers,” he says smirking down at me and taking his lower lip between his teeth as he continues to arch his fingers inside me.

“PL-PLEA- CUM” i mutter unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Go ahead baby, let it all out” he coos in my ear in a low raspy voice.

The knot in my stomach snaps, and my orgasm hits me like a bus, my legs shake as my cum drips down into his fingers. he removes his fingers licking off my cum from them.

“Face down ass up, I ain't done with you” he says sternly.

I slowly nod turning around and holding myself up by my elbows taunting my ass around in the air. Matt smirks to himself removes his hoodie, and quickly removes his boxers and pants throwing all his clothes somewhere in the room.

I feel the bed dip down from the weight of his knees behind me. He reaches his arm around to my mouth places his hand below my mouth.

“Spit” he says harshly.

I obey spitting in his hand as he uses my spit to rub around the tip of his cock moving his hand up and down to coat his cock.

Matt aligns himself with my entrance and immediately bottoms out letting a loud groan escape his lips as my hips jerk backward and a loud whine leaks from my lips.

“You think you're so fucking innocent huh? Leaving those fucking hickeys on my neck” he spits thrusting harshly into me gripping onto my hair and pushing my head far into the mattress.

“I-im SO-SORRY” I scream into the mattress.

“Oh, you're sorry? If you were sorry you wouldn't be creaming all over my fucking. dick.” he says thirsting harder to annunciate his last two words as his head hangs low to look down at the white rim that's formed around the base of his cock.

“FUCKK” I whine out with tears starting to form in my eyes from the overstimulation. “CANT- CANT-TAKE” I muffle out as his hand pushes my head farther in the bed.

“You wanted this” he grunts “You take it” his hand travels down my body and starts to toy with my sensitive clit.

“OH BABY-” i scream out as my cervix begins to twitch around his cock signaling how close I was.

“Oh you think you're gonna cum soon?” he taunts rubbing faster on my clit as his thrusts begin getting sloppier.

“Pl-pl-please” I whisper yell to him.

“You're so fucking pathetic” he groans out using both hands and pressing my waist down the bed and rolling his hips into me getting deeper and kissing my cervix with his cock.

My legs began to shake and tremble “CLOSE” i choke out. his grip on my waist loosens up as he leans down and kisses my back.

“let it go, baby, let it all out” With that, the knot in my stomach breaks and I squirt all over the bed leaving a wet mess beneath me. “God damn baby you're so fucking sexy” he leaves small kisses on my neck as his thrusts got even sloppier.

��Oh fuck” he buries his head in my neck and groans as his cum begins to shoot out of him filling my hole of his cum.

He softly pulls out of me rolling me over now laying on my back and gives me a soft peck on the lips.

“Let me clean you up, yeah?” he smiles down at me and I shoot him a small smile back.

He throws on the same pair of sweatpants from earlier and walks softly and carefully to the bathroom wetting a small rag and bringing it back into the room.

“You did amazing, Y/N” he smiles up at me as he carefully runs the warm wash rag down my legs and anywhere else that was covered in cum.

“I am sorry about getting us caught, I know that we didn't want to go public just yet” I softly whisper as he makes his way next to me bringing me into his arms and placing a kiss down on my head.

“Hey, don't worry about it. We'll figure it out in the morning. But for now, just get some sleep," he says, running his fingers through my hair and occasionally kissing my head. We eventually drifted asleep, intertwined with each other.

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A/N PT 2 HI LOVES!! IDK how to feel ab this one but i hope you guys enjoyed it! I hope you're doing amazing!! And have an amazing day/night/evening!!

Xoxo

Gabs 💋

[pommedepersephone]

I watched Queer yesterday and I have FEELINGS about all of it. First of all, brava, it was amazing. The acting, the costumes, the cinematography, the soundtrack, it all worked for me. I am going to be gnawing on this for a while. But to satisfy my immediate urge to scream into the void about this movie, I want to talk about cameras, in both the book and the movie.

In the intoduction to the 1985 edition of Queer, William S. Burroughs wrote-

What Lee is looking for is contact or recognition, like a photon emerging from the haze of insubstantiality to leave an indelible recording in Allerton's consciousness... Lee does not know that he is already committed to writing, since this is the only way he has of making an indelible record, whether Allerton is inclined to observe or not.

For context, the semi-autobiographical Queer makes Burroughs into Lee, and Eugene Allerton is the fictional version of Lewis Marker (seen here with Burroughs in 1951), who Burroughs pursued intensely.

In a letter to Allen Ginsburg, Burroughs states, "I wrote Queer for Marker." Their relationship fell apart in the course of writing the book, with Burroughs penning repeated letters to Marker in an attempt to reconnect. The longing for "recognition", to leave an "indelible record", is pervasive in the narrative. And the camera serves as a physical manifestation.

🚫 SPOILERS FOR "QUEER" BELOW THE CUT 🚫

In the book, the camera makes its first appearance immediately after Allerton and Lee first sleep together. Lee mentions that Allerton's camera is in pawn, and he offers to buy it back for him.

After they get the camera out of hawk, Allerton does not express any gratitude, and becomes "nervous and irritable" and after a tense conversation the the cafe he abandons Lee, refusing to make future plans.

In the movie (at least the theatrical cut, I mourn for that lost hour) the camera just appears as an object belonging to Allerton. However, the tense scene in the cafe remains, and ends with Allerton getting up to abruptly leave, nearly leaving the camera. Lee stops him, handing him the camera before he goes.

Lee in the book sees the incident with the camera as indicative of their relationship, saying -

He forced himself to look at the facts. Allerton was not queer enough to make a reciprocal relation possible. Lee's affection irritated him... Allerton did not recognize friends who made six-hundred-peso gifts, nor could he feel comfortable exploiting Lee. He made no attempt to clarify the situation. He did not want to see the contradiction involved in resenting a favor which he accepted. Lee found that he could tune in on Allerton's viewpoint, though the process caused him pain, since it involved seeing the extent of Allerton's indifference. "I liked him and I wanted him to like me," Lee thought. "I wasn't trying to buy anything."

While the story of their trip I to the jungle is vastly different from book to movie (which I am sure will be its own future ramble) they end very much the same - abruptly and with no closure.

While Lee wanted reciprocal affection, when he realizes that is unlikely to happen, he does buy Allerton's attention by paying for their trip to South America. In the book, the camera isn't mentioned during their journey, but its inclusion in the movie feels like a solid artistic choice. Allerton is along as an observer, after all, giving Lee the recognition and indelible record he longs for.

The final chapter, in the book and the movie, finds us back in Mexico City, two years after Lee's trip with Allerton and an extended absence by Lee himself. In the book, Lee is seeking subjects to take pictures of, but mostly resorts to snapping portraits of unwilling people. He says -

There is in fact something obscene and sinister about photography, a desire to imprison, incorporate, a sexual pursuit of intimacy.

The movie, though, offers an absolute gut punch. Two years have passed in the literal blink of a cinematic eye, spitting Lee back out with a camera and Allerton's haircut. It is as if he has become the observer he so desperately wanted, but still he is seeking out Allerton. It made me think of a line from Burroughs' introduction to the book -

While it was I who wrote Junky, I feel that I was being written in Queer.

One of the things I find fascinating is the self editing that took place between when Queer was written in 1952, and published in 1985. Burroughs writes in the introduction about how the death of his wife had influenced the book, and never once mentions Marker. But his memory clearly still stuck with Burroughs, as the editor of the 2010 edition of Queer notes that Allerton appears as a character in My Education and The Soft Machine.

Annnnnyway, I can promise I will be revisiting Queer. AND if you are like me and could not get into Junky, I highly suggest still giving Queer a read.

[felassan]

Article: 'Laid-Off Dragon Age Testers Will Picket BioWare'

Unionized ex-Keywords devs won the right to protest, against EA's wishes

Excerpt:

"Former quality assurance testers who worked on Dragon Age: Dreadwolf are preparing to picket outside Bioware’s Edmonton offices after being laid off earlier this year. Electronic Arts tried to block the protest but the developers prevailed in a ruling by the Alberta Labour Relations Board in Canada. BioWare laid off 50 employees in August, including some longtime developers whose tenure goes back to the beginning of the Dragon Age series. It also cut its contract with Keywords Studios, which was supplying quality assurance testers on in-development sequel Dragon Age: Dreadwolf. Those same testers had unionized just a year earlier. Last month, they were laid off from Keywords as well, with the outsourcing company blaming it on the loss of the BioWare contract. Now, as first reported by Game Developer, those former Dragon Age testers say they’re planning to picket outside BioWare’s office on November 7 around noon. They are demanding that Keywords reinstate them and continuing bargaining their first contract, calling the layoffs earlier this year a “union busting tactic.” But Keywords doesn’t have any offices in Alberta so they are going to BioWare instead. EA was apparently far from happy about the decision. The publisher tried to force the laid-off developers to take their protest elsewhere, noting that, as fully remote staff, they never technically worked inside BioWare’s Edmonton office. Instead, EA tried to convince the Alberta Labour Relations Board to make them picket outside their homes. The regulators were unmoved, ultimately siding with the workers. “We view this Labor Board ruling as a huge win for not just us, but remote workers everywhere in Canada,” former Keywords tester James Russwurm told Game Developer. “Workers can now go ‘oh, I can picket my employer’s offices downtown even though I didn’t work in the office.’” The ex-testers had been contracted to work at BioWare beginning during the pandemic, first on Mass Effect Legendary Edition and later on Dragon Age: Dreadwolf. When BioWare moved to force staff back into the office, the group successfully unionized to try and keep their remote status and improve pay. The Keywords developers were laid off before they could finish bargaining their first contract. EA said at the time that it had previously renewed its contract with Keywords and not doing so in September had nothing to do with the group unionizing. But the publisher has never made clear why it cut staff on a highly anticipated game like Dreadwolf that is still deep in development following several reported internal delays. EA and BioWare did not immediately respond to a request for comment."

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[morganski-19]

The One Where Steve Feels Smart

“Where are Jon and Argyle?” Steve asks Nancy. The rest of the group gathered around the table for their weekly group dinners.

“Jonathan said that he has a lot of work to do, and Argyle is working closing. Said they would try to come later if they could.” Nancy sits at the table, acting as if the information doesn’t bother her.

Steve doesn’t buy it. “I thought Argyle never closed on Fridays.”

“I don’t know,” Nancy shrugs, annoyed. “Maybe he’s covering for someone. It doesn’t matter, so just eat.”

Steve still doesn’t buy it. Jonathan will always use their hangouts as a break, so his eyes don’t try to kill him. Argyle values friendship too much to take a shift during one of their hangouts. If what Steve knew about them was right, though.

But, he decides to ignore it, and eats dinner.

The next week, however, something like this happens again. It’s not an everyday thing that the group gets together at the coffeehouse after work to talk, some can’t justify buying coffee five days a week when they can just make it themselves. But today, everyone is there. Everyone except for Jonathan and Argyle.

“Isn’t it weird that they aren’t here?” Steve asks, mainly to himself. He’s sitting at the bar, bugging Eddie while he’s on shift.

Eddie shrugs, passing a drink across the bar to a customer. “Maybe they’re busy again. Didn’t Jonathan shoot like four wedding in the past two weeks? That’s a lot of editing.”

“But he would bring it here. Especially since Argyle would get off shift,” he looks down at his watch, “an hour ago. They would come in here together and chill with the rest of us.”

“Don’t know man. Maybe they just wanted to stay at home. The weather is kind of shit today.”

It’s never stopped them before. Something else is going on.

The next time it happens, it’s on game night. He asks Nancy if she’s heard from them and gets shut down immediately. Something about the both of them needing to work. Nothing else.

When it keeps happening, Steve starts to get more and more suspicious. Everyone else seems unbothered. Blind to the excuses that mean nothing, and continue on with their lives. When Steve knows that they are hiding something.

He decides to bring it up again when him and Robin are making dinner. Trying to use both their heads to figure this out without Nancy shutting him down immediately.

“You don’t think they finally,” Steve makes a motion with his hands, indicating that they are together.

Robin glares at him from the kitchen. “Probably not, Jonathan’s demi, remember.”

“That is not what I meant,” Steve says, partially annoyed. “I just meant like, dating. What if they are dating.”

“I would hope they would tell us if that actually happened. We’ve listened to too much of their suffering to not know.”

Steve stares at the cutting board. Not so sure about that. “I think Nancy knows something.”

“Here we go,” Robin groans.

“No, Rob, seriously. Like every single time I ask, she shuts me down almost immediately. With the same excuse. Jonathan is busy editing, or has a shoot, and Argyle is working a closing shift. I’ve never known Argyle to have this many closing shifts in his life.” He turns to her, hoping to see that she sees what he sees. “Isn’t that a little weird?”

“I guess,” Robin goes back to stirring the vegetables in the saucepan. “But maybe their rent got raised and they had to pick up a few extra shifts. Wouldn’t be that surprising.”

Steve is still not convinced. “Maybe.”

A week later, the group was planning on going to see a movie. Some weird horror movie that Nancy and Eddie love, but will probably traumatize both Steve and Robin. Normally Jonathan and Argyle would come along and laugh at how unrealistic it is, but they bailed again.

They’ve been bailing for about a month now, something was definitely up.

Steve stands in line to get the popcorn, letting the rest of the group go into the theater to get their seats. Hoping that Eddie is able to save a seat next to him for Steve.

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve sees two people who look familiar. After thanking the guy behind the counter and turning toward his theater, he sees it. Jonathan and Argyle walking in with their tickets. They make eye contact with him, looking caught.

“Well, there you guys are,” Steve says, trying not to make it weird. “I feel like I haven’t seen you guys in weeks.”

“Uh, yeah,” Jonathan says. “Just been really busy with work, that’s all.”

Steve nods, going alone with the lie. “Yeah. I’m glad you guys were able to make it tonight though. Unless, you know, you came to see a different movie.”

Argyle opens his mouth, going to say something. Jonathan nudges him with his shoulder, shutting him up. Argyle presses his lips together in a forced smile. Eyes wide.

“Yeah. We were just going to get some popcorn, so why don’t you go into the theater, and we’ll meet you in there.”

The smile that forms on Steve’s lips is one of pure joy. “I don’t mind waiting. It might be easier to carry all this shit to the theater.” He takes a glace down and sees their hands clasped together. “Four hands are better that two, so.”

“Four hands?” Argyle questions under his breath.

Jonathan looks down at their hands, and pulls them apart.

“You guys weren’t going to see the same movie, were you?” Steve questions. Feeling smug.

“No, we weren’t,” Argyle blurts out. “We were going to see this comedy together because we’ve been dating for a few months now.” He immediately slams a hand over his mouth.

“A few months,” Steve says much louder than he should.

Jonathan starts looking around. “Dude, quiet down.”

“Sorry.” Steve lowers his voice to whisper shout. “A few months. I thought you were just dating for a few weeks.”

“You knew we were dating?”

Steve snorts. “You two are not as subtle as you think you are. Always missing hangouts conveniently at the same time. It’s really rude to cancel on your friends to go on dates for your secret relationship, by the way.”

“We’re sorry,” Argyle apologizes. Looking like he’s going through multiple emotions at once. “We just have been busier with work so the only times we’ve been free to go out are the days we would hang out.”

“You’re not going to tell everyone, are you?” Jonathan asks, hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

Steve shakes his head. “No, it’s your thing to tell. I wouldn’t do that. I just miss you guys. I am still going to gloat about being right, they just don’t need to know what about.”

“Thanks, dude.” Argyle finally calmed down back to one emotion.

“We really appreciate it.”

“I have to go, the movie’s about to start. Have a good night, guys.”

Steve turns and head to the theater. He finds the rest of them and sits between Eddie and Robin. The popcorn immediately getting pulled from his hands.

“What took you so long?” Robin asks over a mouthful of popcorn.

“The line was long,” Steve says. This was going to be fun.

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[transmutationisms]

(restrains myself from making this a leading question) what did you think of ellen's relationship with her father?

alright so first of all just to be clear about my like, immediate response to this film. at the very beginning, when there's that scene of ellen in the garden and she's being raped by nosferatu, but at first it's a physically pleasurable moment and then it cuts to orlok and she's horrified -- my immediate association there visually was to the scene in the twin peaks movie where laura being raped by bob/leland is filmed and edited in what i remember being very similar ways.

i don't really think eggers was probably drawing from that lol nor do i care, but i do actually think it's an illustrative comparison because these scenes are accomplishing a few similar things. for laura, seeing bob in leland defamiliarises her father, and conversely knowing that it's leland who's being piloted by bob also familiarises the demon. so much of the horror is carried by that tension between a man she's supposed to know, love, and trust, and a supernatural being who is violating her. analogously, ellen says that her initial encounters with nosferatu felt positive: she called out for love and companionship, and believed that's what she was getting until the violence was too escalated and undeniable, at which point she suddenly perceived nosferatu for what he was and became horrified not just at him but also at herself. i'd suggest that even though both these works textually portray rape as being perpetrated by an otherworldly element, there IS a legitimate reading in both as allegorically referring to father–daughter incestuous rape.

with nosferatu, much of this hinges on what i think eggers draws out pretty well re: the overlap between property ownership and patriarchal sexual ownership of wives and daughters. the line between buying a house and buying a woman is so blurred that thomas cannot tell the two acts apart when he goes to see orlok; it's ellen who pieces together the manner in which she is being traded from one man's household to another. indeed, the roles of husband and father are conflated and continuous throughout the film. after ellen's mother dies, she is the sole property of her father; it is in his emotional absence that she initially seeks out nosferatu, unknowingly, and although the childhood sequence is somehwat perfunctory, we can certainly read this as ellen seeking a replacement father figure who turns out to be simultaneously her rapist and her accursed betrothed. ellen dreams of her marriage to nosferatu in the guise of death, a vision in which he murders and thus replaces all other social and familial ties. we never even see ellen as anything but the property of a man—she goes from her father's household to hutter's, with the interlude where he essentially leaves her in custody of friedrich—and in these family structures, the type of property role that characterises the wife is always perilously close to that of the daughter. even when anna dies and is interred, she does so alongside her children, such that there is no functional difference between how friedrich grieves his wife and how he grieves his children.

additionally there is the fact that one of the few concrete details we know about ellen and her father is that he threatened/tried to send her to an asylum when he found her outside naked in conjunction with one of orlok's assaults. with the above in mind i think there are a few significant things to make of this detail:

again, it is specifically the implication that ellen has had sex—this is, has been sexually unfaithful to her nuclear family—that prompts this threat.

given that ellen first called to nosferatu because of the loneliness and misery she was experiencing, textually the rape she has been enduring is at least partially, or indirectly, caused by her father. in other words, he bears responsibility, as patriarch, for having made ellen hysterical (traumatised), and, when confronted with this fact in the flesh, can only respond by trying to pass her off to an even more repressive institution than the family—which fate, it is at least implied, she was spared specifically because meeting thomas temporarily stopped her 'fits'.

to her father's mind, ellen can be either a virginal bride, sound (pure) of mind, or she is defective and of a social underclass. in other words, the evaluation of ellen as a sexual possession runs continuously from her father to her husband to her husband's friend (who fears her presence is so contagiously corrupting as to threaten his own marital and filial property), and thru nosferatu the entire time.

arguably then this designation her father makes of ellen, her purity, and her 'defiled' body becomes an originary template for her subsequent intimate-partner relationships (where nosferatu's rapes are another such template, pertaining more specifically to her experience of sexual pleasure and desire). both thomas and friedrich later react to ellen with disgust and fear that mirror her father's; the only character who is steadfast at her side is anna, who is killed for it (and so also, in what is only barely the subtext of the vampiric act, raped).

i've already seen a few reviews that suggest eggers sees female sexuality in itself as the corrupting force here—i disagree, and i think paying more attention to the father/husband and daughter/wife roles here clarifies this. i think it's quite clear that the tragedy here is that ellen is someone who is not supposed to desire sex, even in the naïve and completely uninformed way of her childhood self, and is instead configured in her relationships to her father and husband/s as simultaneously a pure (white) object to be won and as an unruly (brunette) epileptic and hysteric. i still don't like the ending and wish eggers had changed it—but, i do think that what he was trying to accomplish there was to show ellen at last breaking from the daughter/wife position that demands she stifle all externally aimed desires, while also showing that in her social context, this break cannot happen without the definitive loss of her personhood in the form of actual death.

there is no escape valve for desire here—neither her joy at the dream of marrying death, nor her horror upon waking up from it, can save her—there is no way to configure the wife/daughter role as compatible with the 'deviant' desires that the role itself engenders, or the rape it enables/causes. in the grand scheme of this film, ellen and her father are a relatively tame example of violence, sexual and otherwise. but, the pattern and power differentials between them are both continuous and overlapping with the more 'extreme' or overt violence of the rest of the film.

[kyph3r]

BOYFRIEND NAMJOON HCS ♡

paring: bf!namjoon x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, smut

AN: my first post 😭😭😭 hopefully people like this!! also this is like barely edited so if there are any grammar mistakes i'm so sorry

SFW HCS-

• when you guys first start dating it's kinda awkward, but as time goes by he gets better

• loves going on dates with you, favorite places to go would definitely be the museum or just a stroll around a park, loves being in your presence

• sitting down and having long drawn out conversations would also be something he enjoys, probably one of the reasons you got together

• his confession was probably a scramble of words, him cutting himself off and stuttering until you grabbed him and said you felt the same way

• will accidentally just sit and stare at you, no conversation at all and be very embarrassed when you catch him

• “joonie, is there something on my face, why are you staring at me like that?” “oh uh there's nothing on your face, i was just zoning out” and his face is beet red

• after all of the awkwardness he becomes very flirty and bold, it kinda knocks you off guard

• will come up to you and flirt just to see you get flustered, finds it very amusing

• loves using pet names, baby and princess being his favorites, but when he hears you calling him something sweet, a part of him melts

• the word baby comes out your mouth and suddenly he's blushing, kicking his feet in the air like a schoolgirl

• has a jealous streak, if someone looks at you for a second too long he's immediately pulling you closer to him

• not very fond of pda but if he sees someone interested in you or if he is just too needy he'll give you little pecks or put his arm around your waist

• he's just such a gentleman, doing all the basic stuff like giving you his jacket, holding the door open for you, pulling your chair out, it's very endearing

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• kinda perverted, you could do be doing the most mundane thing like stretching and he'd already be getting hard

• was very embarrassed about this in the first stages of you guys dating but once he saw that you were just as needy for him his whole attitude changed

• definitely a dom, but focused more on your pleasure than anything else

• likes saying nasty stuff in your ear like “you were just made to take it, huh?” and “listen to yourself, already dumb and i'm not even close to being finished with you” and watching your reaction

• likes getting on top of you and caging you in with his arms, thinks it's cute that you have nowhere else to look but at him

• but also really likes you being on top of him, watching you struggle to ride him and get yourself off, it always ends with him grabbing your hips and doing it for you

• secretly likes making you all worked up and desperate, he’ll walk in before he has to go somewhere and whisper dirty things in your ear, grabbing your hips and kissing all over you, then just leave like he didn't just make you insanely horny

• he always makes it up to you though by fucking you into the mattress when he gets back dw

• always gets harder when you start whining and begging for him, he hears you moan “joonie it's not enough, i need it inside, faster!” and he snaps, folding you in half

• is definitely the type to moan and groan, especially when he's close

• he'll let out little choked noises and start saying the sweetest things in your ears, totally different from the way he's pounding in to you

• while he is usually very rough, he knows when to take it easier on you and can always flip the switch from domineering to caring

• you tell him you've had a rough day and he'll do whatever he can to make you feel better, whether that be eating you out until you forget about what happened or slowly making love to you

• aftercare with him is always sweet, he's always gentle with handling you and will whisper thank yous into your ear until you fall asleep

[morgana-larkin]

Ok, here's the next chapter of 'Just Tired'! I thought it would be out Sunday but ended up getting snowed in from a blizzard with my date from Saturday to Monday Morning and didn't have much time to write. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: My other story will be out tomorrow as I'm just about finished it with!

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Just Tired - Part 10

Warnings: Manipulative relationship (mentioned), reference to smut

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You woke up to your alarm going off the next morning and you immediately move to turn it off. You go to reach it but someone picks it up before you and you look to see Melissa standing there with your phone. She immediately turns it off and then gives your phone back to you.

“What are you doing up early? You’re not going to work.” You ask her and she shrugs.

“Woke up again, couldn’t fall back asleep. So I just kept cuddling you and watched you sleep a bit.” She says softly and then she looks down as if she’s embarrassed. “Hope it’s ok that I watched you for a bit. You just look so peaceful.” She adds and you smile.

“Of course.” You tell her and she smiles back at you. “What was the nightmare about?” You suddenly ask and she looks at you.

“It doesn’t matter.” She says and then looks away from you. You sit up and grab her hand and she looks at you.

“You don’t have to tell me but I’m here for you if you want to talk about it.” You tell her and look into her eyes. She then sighs and sits down beside you and looks at you.

“I was cut off from everyone else. My entire family, my friends, and you.” She says and then looks away. “I got cut off because Joe told me to cut them out and I listened to him, just like I did when I was with him.” She tells you and you get her to look at you. 

“Melissa, you’re not alone, you never have been and you’ll continue to have people in your life.” You tell her and hold her hand. “Listen, I have to go so I can go get ready and get my things at my place but we can talk more about this later.” You say and she nods. 

“I understand, the kiddos need you.” She says and you cup her cheek. 

“I know you need me too, I won’t forget about this conversation and we can further discuss it at lunch or after school in person. Whichever you prefer.” You say and then grab your phone and leave the room. 

“Y/n, what are you doing here, dear?” Barb asks as she runs into you.

“Melissa called me last night saying she needed me.” You tell her and she nods.

“Is she ok now?” She asks and you shrug.

“Better than she was last night but she feels alone.” You tell her and then go to leave. “I have to go back to my place but I’ll see you at school.” You say and then leave.

Melissa watches you leave in your car through the window and she sighs. She can’t stop thinking about when she kissed you. She liked it, she liked it a lot and she wants to do it again. But she knows you’re right with the fact that she’s not in a place to be serious with anyone or even thinking about it. She then lays down back on the bed and pulls the pillow you laid on and brings it to her body. Melissa ends up falling back asleep a few minutes later, holding the pillow to her body. 

She opens her eyes and feels better rested and checks her phone to see the time, 8:54am. She then gets up and gets dressed before going downstairs to get something to eat. She eats some breakfast and then sees something shiny on the floor and goes to pick it up. She sees that it’s your fidget bracelet that you wear everyday and it probably fell off in your rush to get back to your place. She quickly puts the plate in the kitchen and then goes upstairs to have a shower. 

She gets out and brushes her teeth and hair before blow drying her hair. Once it’s dry, she puts some underwear and a bra on before doing her makeup. After her makeup she puts some pants and a shirt on and looks at herself in the mirror to make sure she looks nice. She looks at the time again and she has enough time to drop by the school to hand you your bracelet while you’re all on break. She locks the door before she gets in her car and heads to Abbott. 

She pulls up in the parking lot and gets out before entering the building. She sees the hallways are relatively empty except for a few teachers and students walking around. She heads straight to the break room and enters and all eyes land on her, including yours.

“Melissa? I thought you were staying home as you’re recovering from a cold.” You tell her from the coffee machine, and she puts it together that you and Barb came up with a cover story for why she hasn’t been at school. 

“I am, feeling a lot better actually but I was heading to the grocery store and found your bracelet in my car.” She says and you walk up to her and grab your bracelet from her with a smile. 

“Thank you.” You tell her and she nods. “You didn’t have to drive all the way here just to give it to me.” You add. 

“Well I also wanted to talk to you.” She says and you nod before grabbing your stuff and going to your classroom.

“What’s up?” You ask her.

“Do you think it’s a good idea for me to go to the bar tomorrow?” She asks you and you look at her.

“Well ultimately it’s your decision whether you want to go or not, but I think you need it.” You say. “Do you want to go?” You then ask and she takes a deep breath. “It doesn’t matter to me what you choose. What matters is how you feel and that you’re comfortable.” You add and she looks at you.

“I want to go but I doubt any girl will flirt with me.” She tells you and you walk up to her and grab her hand.

“I’m positive that multiple girls will flirt with you, but if no one flirts with you at the bar then I will.” You tell her and she nods her head before smiling at you.

“Thank you.” She says softly and you hug her. She gets caught off guard before she smiles and hugs you back.

Melissa leaves Abbott before lunch ends and heads back to Barb’s house. She grabs the pj shirt she wore last night and smells you on it and smiles before a tear falls down her face. She can’t believe how much her life has changed this week. She found out her husband was manipulating her the entire time they were together and she immediately left him. She then found safety in your arms and has been going to you when she needs someone and you’ve been more than willing to help her. She has no idea why, when she yelled at you on Tuesday about having a crush on you, she didn’t think she’d be right about it, she just wanted to push you away. Melissa can’t help but feel bad that she might be using you and your feelings for her. 

She then has a big cry about everything in the bed while clutching the shirt that smells like you. After she’s done crying she has a small nap. When she wakes up she goes downstairs to the kitchen and makes the lasagna that Gerald mentioned was his favourite yesterday. She looks at the time after she starts making it and sees that they’ll be back any minute. Gerald mentioned spending time with his friends and run a couple errands so she had the house to herself since she got back. Gerald and Barb walk through the house a couple minutes later and they see her in the kitchen.

“Melissa, what are you making in the kitchen?” Barb asks her.

“Lasagna.” She simply says and sees Gerald’s face lights up.

“Really?” Gerald asks her and Melissa nods. “Oohh, I can’t wait.”

“I just wanted to thank you for letting me stay here while I go through the separation.” Melissa tells them.

“Of course, you’re always welcome here, you’re my best friend and we consider you part of our family.” Barb tells her and Melissa nods at her while looking down so Barb goes and hugs her. Melissa turns around and hugs her back and a few tears slip down her face. Barb hears a sob coming from her and just keeps hugging her as Melissa cries on her shoulder and rubs her back to help soothe her.

“Thank you.” Melissa says to Barb.

“Of course, you’re not alone in this.” Barb tells her and Melissa whips her eyes before she nods.

“I see you talked with Y/n today.” She says with a smile and Barb nods.

“She might have mentioned something but you aren’t alone and I’ll never abandon you. We haven’t known Y/n that long but it seems like she wants to be friends with you and wants to be there for you as well.” Barb says and Melissa nods before she goes back to cooking. 

Melissa ends up sleeping through the night and wakes up well rested on Saturday morning. She goes downstairs and goes to the kitchen where Gerald is cooking breakfast and Barb is making coffee.

“Hey, look who’s awake.” Gerald says and Barb turns around. 

“Want some coffee? Gerald is making breakfast and there’ll be some for you as well.” Barb says and Melissa nods.

“I would love some cooking please.” She says and Barb nods before getting her some

“So I hear you’re going to a bar with Y/n tonight.” Gerald says and Melissa nods.

“To this gay bar that she’s been to. She seems to think a lot of young girls will hit on me.” Melissa tells them.

“Well I wouldn’t be surprised, you’re really beautiful.” Gerald tells her and Barb nods.

“He’s right, and Y/n thinks you’re beautiful, and she’s young.” Barb agrees with Gerald.

“I wouldn’t mind meeting Y/n, she seems nice and you both talk about her quite a bit.” Gerald says and then gives Melissa a plate of food and they all go to eat.

After supper, Barb helps Melissa with her makeup after she gets dressed.

“Are you nervous or excited?” Barb asks as she applies the eyeshadow to one eye.

“Both. I’m not looking for anything but I can’t help but think about what if I end up flirting or kissing a girl. I also didn’t do anything like this before which is why Y/n offered this, but what if I’m too old for this or what if something goes wrong?”

“Melissa, Y/n seems to know the queer scene here, if she thought something would go wrong then she wouldn’t have invited you to this bar.” Barb tells her. “There, that looks good.” Barb says as she finishes the makeup. Melissa turns around and looks in the mirror and smiles. 

“I look…pretty.” Melissa says and Barb nods.

“You look very pretty, dear.” Barb says and Melissa looks down before looking back at herself. Just then the doorbell rings and they hear Gerald answering the door and they hear your voice. “Ready?” Barb asks her and Melissa takes a deep breath before nodding. 

They go downstairs and sees you and Gerald laughing about something and then your eyes meet Melissa’s. You smile at her and then you take in her appearance and your jaw drops. She’s wearing her classic leather pants, a low cut blue shirt and leather jacket. 

“Might want to wipe away your drool.” Gerald tells you and you quickly wipe your chin. Melissa walks up to you and looks at you.

“What do you think? I haven’t been to a bar in awhile, and I’ve never been to a gay bar.”  She tells you and you smile.

“You look perfect, a real showstopper.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Ready to go?” Gerald asks you both and you both nod. Gerald drives you both to the bar so you both are able to drink and let loose. You walk in with Melissa and you bring her to the counter so you both can order a drink. You both get a drink and you see Melissa looking nervous so you lean into her. 

“Just relax.” You say and she nods before drinking half her drink. A few minutes later you lean into her again. “I’m gonna go dance, wanna join me or stay here?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“I’ll join you.” She says and you lead her to the dance floor as you both hold your own drinks.

You then start dancing and you quickly catch the attention of another woman who starts dancing with you. Melissa feels the alcohol starting to take effect and she starts dancing. All of a sudden, a young woman comes up to her and looks at her.

“My name is Emily, can I dance with you?” She asks Melissa and Melissa immediately nods before she starts dancing with the young woman. You look over and you’re both happy and a bit jealous that Melissa is dancing with a young woman. 

A few minutes later Melissa excuses herself and goes to get another drink. While waiting for her drink, another woman comes up to her and introduces herself.

“Hi, I’m Anna, I haven’t seen you here before.” She says and Melissa smiles and nods.

“It’s my first time here, here to have some fun and maybe discover my sexuality.” Melissa says. “And my name is Melissa.” She adds.

“That’s a beautiful name and it’s perfect for you.” Anna says to her.

“Thank you.”

“So you haven’t been with a woman before?” Anna asks and Melissa shakes her head. “Do you want to dance?” Anna asks her and Melissa nods before Anna leads her to the dance floor. Anna starts to dance and holds Melissa’s hand and gets her to start dancing as well. 15 minutes later Melissa goes to get another drink and Anna goes with her. Melissa starts drinking her new drink and then Anna brings her to the dance floor as this well known song that every person in the bar is excited to hear. Melissa sees everyone starts singing and dancing so freely until the pre-chorus comes on and everyone starts doing the same dance. Melissa listens to everyone singing and dancing while she does some random dancing. 

“H-o-t-t-o-g-o, snap and clap and touch your toes, raise your hands and touch your toes, dance it out, you’re hot to go.” Everyone sings and then the chorus comes on and looks to see you doing the dance as well. H-O-T-T-O-G-O, you can take me hot to go!! H-O-T-T-O-G-O, you can take me hot to go!!” Everyone shouts and Melissa smiles at seeing you having fun. Melissa just randomly dances through the song and then Anna puts her hands on Melissa’s waist and is dancing closer to her now. Melissa feels excited and nervous about this right now. She’s excited that such a young beautiful woman is definitely hitting on her but nervous that she might do something wrong.

“Is this ok?” Anna asks as she leans in close to her so Melissa can hear over the music. Melissa looks at her and nods before she places her hands on her shoulders. 

A few upbeat songs come on, like ‘Shots’, ‘Fireball’ and ‘Guess’. The third one Melissa assumes is another known gay song that she knows nothing about. She makes a mental note to ask you about a possible list of known gay songs for her to listen to. Anna is right up against Melissa’s body at this point and Melissa is tipsy after 3 drinks. Melissa ends up in Anna’s arms after getting a fourth drink and feels Anna’s hands going up and down her waist and thighs and Melissa is enjoying it more than she thought she would. Melissa likes being touched by a random girl more than she liked being touched by Joe. That comes to her mind and she pushes it to the back of her mind and smiles at being touched like this by a beautiful woman. 

Melissa is suddenly being spun around and comes face to face with Anna. Melissa is looking at her face before she surges forward and kisses her. Anna immediately kisses back and Melissa pulls back after a few seconds. She looks around and sees you making out with a woman on the dance floor not far away from her. She feels a surge of jealousy hit her and then she surges forward and kisses Anna again. You happen to check on Melissa a few seconds later and sees her making out with the woman she’s been dancing with for about an hour and you smile at her having fun. 

45 minutes and 2 drinks later, Melissa finds herself being trapped against the wall and brings Anna in for another kiss. While making out with her, Melissa suddenly feels something she hasn’t felt in a long time, arousal. Her body is enjoying making out with a woman and is getting wet between her legs. Anna then gets bolder and cups one of Melissa’s boobs and Melissa moans into the kiss.

“Do you want to go back to my place?” Anna asks her and Melissa looks at her and thinks about it for a few seconds before nodding.

“I do, but I just have to let my friend know so she doesn’t get worried about me.” Melissa tells her before Anna nods and Melissa walks over to you. You’re making out with another woman when Melissa taps you on your shoulder and you pull away and look at her.

“Hey Melissa, what’s up?” You ask her.

“I wanted to let you know that I’m going to a girl’s place.” She tells you and you pull back from the girl even more and look at Melissa.

“Are you ready for that?” You ask her and look at the girl that Melissa has been dancing with.

“I am, and excited about it.” She says with a smile and you nod before smiling at her.

“Have fun then and call me if you need anything.” You tell her and she nods before she goes back to Anna and then goes to her place. You end up going home with the girl that Melissa saw you making out with and you can’t help but picture Melissa there instead of the girl, who’s name you’ve forgotten.

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Omg, we need a emma d'arcy x fem reader! Pleaseee!!!

Let me help you here

Emma D'arcy x fem!reader

warning : fluff, flirting, comfort, nicknames, no use of Y/n, i really hope emma is not too ooc, i hope all pronouns are right

Summary : The latest season of House of the Dragon is about to start and final filming is underway. Emma as the Queen Rhaenyra finds themself in a quiet scene with a fellow actor and the two need some help from each other getting dressed…professionally of course.

info : normally i don't write for actors but i feel comfortable with it so i hope you like it anon and emma looks like the queen herself too. have fun reading ;)

ps : I love the gif not only a queen but Ewan in the background so sweet

masterlist

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The acting group needed for the scene had already gathered at the slightly unfinished set. The lights over there were sometimes bright, sometimes dark, with a wide variety of flares and lanterns, some lit with real flames, of course, and some with no real light.

The sets, as you all knew, served mainly as backgrounds for the actors and for the special effects specialists as the big screen which, in addition to the scenery and the actors and props, brought them all to life, giving them that fantasy look.

The large set the hall of Dragonstone went almost to the ceiling thick walls some with steel thickness some finely crafted with foam served as a set. It was really impressive to see how they did it all thought the young actress and let her gaze wander only briefly knowing that the camera was still on her co-worker Matt who was discussing the war plans as Daemon as he had learned.

Especially in the final edit when they had all watched the greasy series together, it was really nice to be back. The camera on the table moved around it again from Matt to her as Daemon looked at the Nachirhct's delivery. ,,Be assured the sea route is supported by Lord Manderly. This also goes out to your ships Lord Corlys your safety is our concern" she said her sentence as scripted letting her eyes wander over the sea route and nodded to Matt and Steve in their roles as Daemond and Corlys who also gave her a nod and thanks before the camera panned back.

It was a few lines she had played a newsbringer a high lady from the lake house as she had done a little research on the internet and even read a little blood and fire. A really good book.

But then she knew her cue when it became quiet at the table and the guards could be heard announcing in loud voices on the set that a queen was arriving. Instead of the short hair, Emma's head was adorned with a long, light-colored wig, which made their face slightly pale, but the expression Simply incredible she thought and looked at the older one who Matt then placed next to her around the table.

There was silence as everyone looked at the Queen, who looked at the card with a broken look of hatred and after another shaky breath gave a determined ,,I will…Aemond Targaryen" everyone lingered like that for a moment before there was a loud ,,Cut!" and a clap was heard and everyone fell out of their roles. Immediately there was talk and laughter, and everyone was curious to see what the scene would look like, ,,What a cute curtsy my lady," she heard Emma say as they came over to her and mimicked the movement, making them both smile.

,,So much training," the younger one mumbled, pretending to strain before D'arcy took the younger one's arm and pulled her along, ,,Nice to see you having fun and everyone going so well," the taller one began, giving her an assuring look.

It was only a small role and she had been in a few smaller TV series here and there, but it was still something completely different, it was really exciting to be around movie legends and such good actors.

A possibility she really appreciated…and maybe she appreciated Emma even more. The English actor was really impressive, even though they only played a few roles, but the expression, the voice and just everything about D'arcy was engaging and so captivating.

,,Everyone take a break, later we might do a post-production but until then you can get out of your costumes!" they heard the head of the costume department say and most of the actors went straight to the dressing rooms and Emma to the caravans.

This time, however, the younger one, who was only a supporting role, was about to say goodbye when the older one took her hand again and pulled her along. ,,I promised you I'd have a Negroni Sbagliato with you, come on, sweetie," they said and before she knew it they were actually in the actor's cozy caravan. Yes, they had made that promise after they realized on the first day they had met that they had not only gone back to the same acting school but had also run into each other more often than they wanted to.

From auditions, to plays and in real life it was almost romance ripe. ,,So with Orange without?" they asked, still standing at the small bar in their full outfits, which made the younger ones smile, ,,As the Queen takes him, so do I," she demanded with a look that went over the actor's body. The dress and the coat and the hair it was so impressive to see how versatile Emma could be.

But she had noticed the younger girl's stare, not just the little smirk on her lips, but when she turned to her and put the drink in her hand, their fingers deliberately touched and Emma let them touch. There seemed to be something between the two of them.

She had often invited Emma to her small but pleasant apartment and they had spent the evenings doing all sorts of things. In return, Emma sometimes invited her to extraordinary restaurants or something, it was like a friendship, even if some of the looks went deeper.

The two of them talked for a while about the costumes and the stunts with the "dragons", how exhausting and yet beautiful it was. She had watched D'acry do some of the flying toes and it looked incredible. ,,I'm glad to see you're enjoying it so much…you see I knew it would do you good not to give up now that we're here together," Emma winked and stood up after taking a sip of the alcoholic beverage before turning around and standing with their back to the younger one.

,,I can get the wig off by myself, but would you mind taking off the dress?" the actor asked and the younger girl jumped at the sight of a slightly rapid heartbeat, slightly sweaty palms and suddenly the alcohol was pounding much harder than usual. ,,Gladly for you-I mean, of course I'll help," she mumbled, stammering, and slowly began to help the taller girl out of her jacket, the smell of Chinoto Dark's citrusy, smoky scent enveloping her now that it had settled on her skin.

She liked the scent strong and yet slightly sweet because of the hint of lemon it was really something nice. ,,All good sweetie?" came the voice of the older one who turned slightly and looked at the younger one who was still holding the jacket in her hand ,,Yes-yes all good" she shrugged and felt the warmth on her cheeks.

Pull yourself together, you're not a schoolgirl anymore, she admonished herself and put the coat away before tying the dress, but she heard the slight smirk and Emma's words, ,,Don't be nervous, you're just undressing the queen," Emma joked, giving her a wink. A wink that only made the younger girl's heart beat faster.

Maybe it was Emma's intention, maybe it was the actor's style, or maybe it was just for fun. Who knew, but as her fingers tightened on the laces, the taller actress held still and let her friend do her thing, stepping out of the dress before reaching for a robe.

The back was nicely defined by the light muscles, not just for acting, the underwear a quick glance and her cheeks almost got hotter. ,,You were a grateful help, sweetie," Emma said, standing in front of the younger girl, they towered over her with their height in addition to the boots.

Her wispy dark blonde hair was slightly tousled and she had to resist tousling it and greenish eyes were looking at her. But then suddenly D'acry reached for her hand and brought it to her lips, placed a grateful kiss on it and seemed about to continue. The moment deepened and the younger girl clung to the fabric of the robe, fearful of falling over in devotion, when a ringing from her cell phone threw her off balance.

,,Fuck," she muttered with a determined look and Emma just smiled again. She picked it up, ,,I'm um what-yes of course-yes I'm on my way," she mumbled as the voice of the debriefing leader at the other end called for her to go over the script again when a few changes were made.

Sighing, she gathered her things and had forgotten all about the actor when Emma held her lightly again, ,,I'll wait here honey," Emma winked and gave one last kiss on the hand before she let the younger actor out of the caravan with an embarrassed look, knowing that something was finally going to happen, just a dance of the actors.

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[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

What Do the guys do if they learn their crush has some incredibly minor beef with them? Like they know him as "that guy who somehow always buys up all the good snacks at lunch" or "that guy who took the last limited edition X i waited an hour and a half in line for" or "that guy who's always hogging the Y"

I went with the snack one but here's how I think they would all react to you only knowing them as the guy who always buys the last of your favourite snack!

Mikey- Stares at you thoughtfully after finding this out, before holding out a half eaten taiyaki for you to take. (It's his way of trying to make it up to you). Frowns if you don't take it and figures he needs to do something else instead.

Takemichi- He's having a mini breakdown with this info, can't believe he never noticed he was doing this to you. His face flashes through the five stages of grief before giving you a very nervous smile and saying he'll make it up to you.

Draken- "huh?" He's mainly confused as to why you know him as that and not by his reputation. Decides to cut you a break though by not taking the thing you want in the future.

Baji- Is confused for a second but then frowns. He didn't mean to do that so why do you only see him that guy? Doesn't say anything about it to you but the next day you find the snack he took from you waiting for you.

Chifuyu- He immediately makes a plan to buy the snack again but this time break it in half and share it with you. Thinks this will be romantic and get the two of you talking. But on the day his hands are shaking so badly that he just quickly gives you the whole thing and hurries off.

Mitsuya- Frowns at you, feeling bad for always taking the snack you wanted. Goes very overboard in making it up to you though by inviting you round to his house for dinner.

Hakkai- Says absolutely nothing and doesn't even look at you but you find a whole pile of those snacks waiting for you later that day (rich kid privileges)

Pah- Feels guilty and goes out of his way to bring you snack each day as a way of making it up to you, always with a blush on his face.

Peh- "HAH!?" Freaks out a bit because he's so surprised.

Smiley- "I'm gonna kill that store for not stocking enough snacks" He ends up not buying them for awhile but he still goes to the store to kinda watch out for them??? Like if sees any other guys picking them up instead, he'll slap them out of their hands or threaten them.

Angry- Straight up apologises to you and offers to buy you some of the snack to make it up to you.

Mucho- He's pretty confused as to why you would be upset over just some snacks. Assumes you may not be aware of better places to go and thinks about inviting you to go with him to a cafe.

Sanzu- Smiles, his plan is working perfectly. Of course he already knows these are your favourites and by taking them he's made you notice him. Bad attention is still better then no attention.

Kisaki- Starts scheming away on how he can use this info. Probably pretends to not know you even like them and then offer you some as a way to get to know you more.

Hanma- Laughs, this is very funny to him. Will tease you about it, then offer to share with you but there's a catch. If he shares then you'll "owe him". You're not sure if it's a good idea to accept or not.

Kazutora- Frowns a lot and wonders what he should do. Ends up switching snacks so you can always have the one you want but never mentions it to you.

Inui- Shrugs at this information, it doesn't mean that much to him since it doesn't really change anything. He hasn't tried to make a move on you yet and this problem is small enough that it probably won't be an issue when he eventually does try with you.

Koko- Definitely panics, this is not how a good potential boyfriend is supposed to be treating you!!!! Buys you lots of little things in return, including snacks. He wants to spoil you not take from you!

Taiju- Oh he's definitely interested now, interested in what you're going to do about it. Continues buying the snack, hoping that you'll confront him over it. If you do eventually then he's willing to give you some, he's just interested in your response to this whole thing.

Izana- Thinks this is perfect, it gives the two of you a common like which he definitely plans on using to his advantage.

Kakucho- Looks horrified, this is not the impression he wanted to make with you. Comes up to you one day with a casual "hey" (he's freaking out inside) and asks if you want his snack.

Ran- Beckons you over with a sly grin, telling you to "come get your snack". You know straight away that he's referring to himself and teasing you.

Rindou- "what the hell?" After everything he's done this is the thing you know him for??? He's at least glad it's an easy enough fix, he just stops buying that snack so that you can enjoy it instead. Decides he'll have to do something else to capture your attention though.

Shion- He's nearly offended by this, can't believe this is how you remember him! Starts trying to name drop other things he's done in front of you.

Mochi- Just shrugs and passes the snack to you, it's not that deep to him.

South- Offers to arm wrestle you for the snack (he's actually both intrigued about your strength and wants an excuse to hold your hand, so uses the snack as the perfect facade).

Wakasa- Looks around for a minute trying to figure out if this is some kind of joke. When he realises it's not, he approaches you and says you could've just asked. Splits the snack in half with you.

Shinichiro- He's on the verge of banning his head against the wall, just can't believe he would overlook something so obvious. Of course buys the snack for you and hands it over as a new way of flirting with you.

Benkei- Is a bit embarrassed about not noticing sooner but decides to make up for it by buying the snacks for you.

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⊹˳⁺ ⠀⠀⠀ YOU’RE  WATCHING  :  HERO READS THIRST TWEETS  ! 

ib.  :  buzzfeed celebs thirst tweet videos  ! 

final  word  count  :  2.6k

warning(s)  :  fans thirsting, as usual. lmk if i missed anything else  !

the  video  opens  with  hero  sitting  on  a  sleek  black  chair,  the  blue  background  glowing  behind  him.  he’s  dressed  casually  but  fashionably:  an  oversized  pink  hoodie,  ripped  black  jeans,  and  chunky  sneakers.  his  hair  is  slightly  tousled,  and  his  playful  smirk  hints  at  the  chaos  that’s  about  to  come.  the  camera  cuts  out,  showing  a  clip  of  future  tweets  he  will  react  to.  

'i  want  hero  to  punch  me  in  the  face,  but  softly,  so  i  can  feel  the  touch  of  his  hands  while  i  die  peacefully.'

“softly?!”  he  exclaims,  flexing  to  the  camera,  “my  hands  are  registered  as  weapons  of  mass  destruction  in  five  countries.”  his  playful  tone  adds  a  touch  of  humour  to  the  reaction,  entertaining  the  audience.

the  camera  cuts  off  again  before  he  can  say  anything  else.

'hero  could  run  me  over  with  a  car,  and  i’d  thank  him  while  handing  over  my  life  savings...  just  saying!'  

“run  you  over?  with  a  car?  me?  do  i  give  off  those  vibes?”  his  voice  comes  out  genuinely  surprised,  and  he  tilts  his  head  to  the  side.  the  flashcard  he  was  given  slips  from  his  hand,  and  he  flinches  down  to  pick  it  up,  “oh  fu–”  

another  cut  and  it’s  officially  the  start  of  the  video.

“hi,  i’m  hero,  and  today  i’m  here  with  buzzfeed  to  read  your  thirst  tweets,”  he  waves  to  the  camera,  “now  i’ve  been  warned…  and  frankly,  i’m  scared  out  of  my  wits.  let’s  dive  into  this  pool  of  thirst!”  he  picks  up  the  first  tweet  from  the  pile,  dramatically  unfolding  it  like  a  top-secret  government  document.  

“i  actually  like  going  on  tiktok  to  look  for  my  edits  because  i  know  there’s  always  going  to  be  thirsty  fans  in  the  comments,”  hero  says,  laughing  as  he  explained,  “i  mean,  i  recently  found  one  edit  where  the  comments  were  just  off  the  wall.  first  time  i  saw  people  as  thirsty  as  that,  and  i’m  baffled.”

the  camera  zooms  on  his  face,  “are  you  guys  okay  out  there?”  

it  goes  back  to  normal  as  he  reads  out  the  first  tweet.  

'i  can’t  tell  if  hero  is  a  heavenly  angel  or  a  demonic  chaos  goblin,  but  either  way,  i’d  let  him  destroy  my  life.'

hero  immediately  starts  laughing,  almost  falling  back  in  his  chair.  “ah,  you  got  me!  i’m  actually  both.  a  chaotic  angel,  if  you  will.”  he  smirks  knowingly,  adjusting  his  imaginary  halo.  “but  don’t  blame  me  when  your  life  turns  into  a  k-drama.  i  can’t  control  what  happens  next.”  as  he  mimics  holding  a  halo  above  his  head,  he  suddenly  lets  it  'fall'  to  the  ground.

“oops,  there  goes  my  angelic  streak,”  he  says  with  a  monotone  voice.

he  picks  up  the  second  card  and  giggles,  “okay,  this  one  is  pretty  mild,  but  it  goes:  ‘hero  could  say  the  most  random  word,  and  i’d  melt  into  a  puddle  of  goo.  try  it.  say  potato,  i  dare  you.’”  taking  up  the  challenge,  he  smirks  mischievously,  leaning  closer  to  the  camera  as  it  zooms  on  his  face.  the  audio  quiets  down  as  he  whispers  'potato'  dramatically.  immediately  after,  he  bursts  into  laughter,  shaking  his  head.

“y’all  out  here  falling  for  that?  do  you  want  me  to  start  a  podcast  where  i  just  list  vegetables  and  fruits?  ‘cause  i’ll  do  it.”

the  following  tweet  comes  immediately  after,  and  hero  grasps  it  with  both  hands.

'every  time  hero  posts  a  new  photo,  my  standards  go  higher,  and  my  will  to  live  plummets.  is  that  what  they  call  balance?'

he  clutches  the  tweet  like  a  love  letter  to  his  chest,  looking  mockingly  emotional.

“wow,”  he  mutters,  “the  duality  of  this  tweet  is…  raising  your  standards  but  losing  your  will  to  live?  that’s  so  poetic.  i  might  put  this  in  my  next  album.”  turning  up  the  dramatics,  he  pretends  to  write  in  an  imaginary  notebook,  mouthing  the  words  'balance,  standard,  plummets.'

he  then  fake-nods  like  a  motivational  speaker.  “life  is  all  about  balance.  raise  your  standards,  but  don’t  forget  to  lower  your  expectations  for  me  in  real  life.  i’m  a  mess.”  he  says  the  last  sentence  as  he  throws  the  card  behind  him.

finally,  the  tweet  from  the  start  of  the  video  shows  up,  and  the  sentence  is  shown  again:  'hero  could  run  me  over  with  a  car,  and  i’d  thank  him  while  handing  over  my  life  savings…  just  saying!'

hero  stares  at  the  card,  blinking.  the  silence  is  loud  at  that  moment.  then  he  slowly  lowers  it,  looking  directly  into  the  camera.  “run  you  over?  with  a  car?  me?  do  i  give  off  those  vibes?”  his  voice  comes  out  genuinely  surprised,  and  he  tilts  his  head  to  the  side.  the  flashcard  he  was  given  slips  from  his  hand,  and  he  flinches  down  to  pick  it  up,  “oh  fu–”.  after  the  clip  cuts  off,  he  is  returned  to  his  seat,  clutching  his  chest.  “do  i  look  like  a  dangerous  person!?”

he  pauses  for  a  beat,  then  leans  conspiratorially,  “okay,  maybe  a  little.  but  only  if  the  car  is  a  tesla–  eco-friendly  death  only.”

'hero’s  smile  has  the  power  to  cure  depression.  i  want  it  injected  into  my  veins  immediately.'

at  the  tweet,  he  grins  wide,  exaggerating  the  brightness  of  his  smile.  “you  want  this?”  the  smile  stays  on  his  face,  yet  his  eyes  widen  a  little,  and  if  you  look  closely,  it  might  remind  you  of  the  movie  smile.  “injected,  really?  that’s  a  lot  of  pressure!”

he  suddenly  puts  on  a  serious,  doctor-like  expression  (pushing  his  imaginary  glasses  and  everything),  pretending  to  write  a  prescription.  “take  one  smile  thrice  daily,  but  beware  of  side  effects.  they  may  include  thirst,  obsession  and  uncontrollable  laughter.”

'hero,  please  step  on  me.  no  explanation  is  needed.  just  do  it,  king.'

his  eyes  widen,  and  he  physically  recoils  from  the  tweet,  letting  it  fall  on  the  floor.  “step  on  you!?  are  you…  okay?”  his  expression  shows  concern,  but  his  eyes  also  have  a  teasing  glint.  “do  you  need  water?  a  hug?  therapy,  maybe!?”

he  lifts  his  foot  slightly,  showing  off  the  chunky  bottom  and  playfully  pointing  at  it,  “listen,  i’ve  got  big  feet,  and  the  shoes  are  thick  today.  i’m  doing  this  for  your  safety.”  he  nervously  laughs.  “also,  this  is  why  i  don’t  read  my  dms.”

'i  could  watch  hero  breathe  for  hours  and  still  think  it’s  the  most  attractive  thing  i’ve  ever  seen.  like  he  could  inhale,  and  i’d  disintegrate  like  thanos  snapped  his  fingers.'  

he  does  an  exaggerated  breathing  demonstration,  snapping  his  fingers  as  he  says,  “is  it  working  for  you?  are  you  disintegrating,  or  do  i  need  to  do  it  again?”  he  rambles  at  this  point,  “goodbye,  half  of  my  fandom.  it’s  been  real.”  he  laughs,  shaking  his  head.

“maybe  i  should  start  a  podcast  for  that  too.  call  it  ‘sleeping  with  hero’.”  as  soon  as  he  said  that,  the  realisation  was  shown  on  his  face,  “actually,  no,  i  take  it  back!  don’t  you  dare  put  this  clip  in  the  video!”  he  panics,  grabbing  his  face,  and  the  words  ‘(we  did.)’  show  up  in  that  second.

'hero  is  the  human  embodiment  of  i  can  fix  him,  but  let’s  be  honest,  i’m  the  one  who  needs  fixing.'  he  immediately  points  at  the  camera,  “you’re  right,  i  am  unfixable.  but  i’m  available  for  emotional  support…  maybe.  only  if  there’s  food  involved–  not  in  that  way,  you  perverts!”  hero  quickly  blurts  out  as  there’s  laughing  behind  the  camera.  

'hero,  i  just  know  you  smell  good.  like  expensive  cologne  and  heartbreak.  drop  the  name  of  your  scent,  please!'

he  leans  back,  flipping  his  short  hair,  “expensive  cologne  and  heartbreak?  i’ll  take  it.  also,  my  scent  is  called  ‘mind  your  business  by  hero.’”  a  laugh  quickly  comes  out  of  him,  and  he  has  to  take  a  natural  breath  to  continue,  “but  for  real,  it’s  probably  just  my  laundry  detergent.  shout  out  to  my  washing  machine,”  he  clicks  his  fingers  and  winks  to  the  camera.

'if  hero  ever  stood  on  my  neck,  i’d  thank  him  for  the  honour  and  ask  for  an  encore.'

he  dramatically  gasps,  holding  his  neck  as  if  he  can  physically  feel  it.  “why  are  y’all  so  violent!?”  standing  up  from  his  chair,  his  arms  fly  around  as  he  gets  deep  into  the  tweet.  “standing  on  your  neck!?  what  did  your  neck  ever  do  to  you?”

he  pauses  and  sits  down,  squinting  at  the  camera,  “also,  what  does  an  encore  even  look  like  in  this  situation?  do  i  step  off  and  then  step  back  on?  i  need  answers.”  he’s  far  deep  now.

'i  don’t  want  hero  to  be  my  boyfriend.  i  want  him  to  be  my  enemy  so  we  can  have  dramatic  tension  and  eventually  fall  in  love  in  a  slow-burn  romance.'

hero  places  the  card  down  slowly,  giving  the  camera  an  impressed  look.  “i  mean,  i  mentioned  k-drama  moments  just  now,  but  this  takes  the  top.”  he  looks  down  at  the  tweet  again,  “whoever  wrote  this  has  been  watching  way  too  many  shows.  but  honestly?”  he  leans  towards  the  camera,  “you’ve  got  me  intrigued  now.  what’s  the  plot?  where’s  the  script?  i  need  a  sixteen-episode  outline  on  my  desk  by  tomorrow.”

“and  it  better  be  good,”  he  playfully  threatens.

'the  way  hero’s  jawline  could  cut  through  steel…  sir,  are  you  aware  you’re  a  weapon  of  mass  destruction?'

he  touches  his  jaw  dramatically  at  the  question,  pretending  to  cut  himself  on  its  sharpness,  “a  weapon  of  mass  destruction?  so,  just  like  my  muscles?”  he  flexes  again,  but  it’s  not  noticeable  because  of  the  hoodie.

“don’t  worry,”  he  leans  in,  “i’m  only  dangerous  if  you’re…  weak.”  he  bursts  into  laughter,  waving  his  hands.  “i  can’t  even  say  that  with  a  straight  face!”

'hero’s  hands  look  like  they  belong  on  an  album  cover.  can  he  just  hold  my  entire  existence  instead?'

he  holds  up  his  hands,  wiggling  his  fingers,  “these  hands?  album-cover  hands?  i  mean,  thank  you,  but  also,  you really trust me with your existence?”  he  pauses,  staring  at  his  hands  thoughtfully,  “but  i’ll  consider  it  if  i  ever  release  a  ‘holding  your  existence’  concept  album.”

'if  hero  doesn’t  personally  ruin  my  life  by  2025,  i’ll  file  a  complaint  with  the  universe.'

he  snorts,  barely  containing  his  laughter,  “the  universe  has  a  complaints  department?  what’s  the  number?  i  need  to  call  them  about  my  life  too.”  he  mocks  a  serious  expression,  “also,  ruining  lives  is  a  big  responsibility.  can  i  start  small,  like  misplacing  your  phone  charger?  or  if  you  can  come  to  my  concert,  the  tickets  for  my  world  tour  will  go  live  soon,  then  i  will  ruin  your  life!”  he  shamelessly  promotes,  winking  to  the  camera.

'i  bet  hero’s  the  type  to  steal  your  hoodie  and  look  better  than  you  ever  could.  and  i’m  okay  with  that.'  

he  laughs,  nodding  with  the  tweet  as  he  pinches  at  the  shoulder  of  his  hoodie,  “okay,  first  of  all,  facts.  i  will  look  better  in  it.  second,  don’t  let  me  near  your  closet  because  i’m  not  just  stealing  hoodies–  i’m  taking  the  whole  wardrobe.”

'hero’s  thighs  could  crush  watermelons,  and  honestly,  i’m  volunteering  to  be  the  watermelon!'

hero  freezes,  face  in  his  hands,  as  he  tries  not  to  laugh.  “y’all?  a  watermelon!?  is  this  where  we  are  now?  i  don’t  even  work  out  that  much!”  ‘(that’s  a  lie.)’  is  shown  on  the  screen  as  he  stands  up,  pretending  to  flex  his  legs.  “but  thank  you  for  the  confidence  boost.  i’ll  be  thinking  about  this  every  leg  day  now.”

'hero  could  tell  me  my  haircut  looks  like  a  mop,  and  i’d  thank  him  for  noticing.'

he  reads  the  tweet  twice,  blinking  in  disbelief,  “first  of  all,  your  haircut  doesn’t  look  like  a  mop…  probably.  second,  why  are  y’all  thanking  me  for  hypothetical  insults?  should  i  just  start  roasting  everyone?”  he  pretends  to  scold  the  camera,  “your  socks  don’t  match.  you  look  tired;  you  drink  too  much  iced  coffee.”

satisfied,  he  leans  back  in  the  chair,  laughing,  “okay,  i’m  done.  you  are  wild.”

'i  want  hero  to  dropkick  me  into  the  sun,  and  i’ll  thank  him  for  the  free  vacation.'  

“dropkick  you  into  the  sun?  i  mean,  i  appreciate  the  faith  in  me.”  he  pretends  to  stretch  his  legs,  “also,  free  vacation?  you’re  not  coming  back  from  that,  bestie.  permanent  vacation.”

'if  hero  sneezed  in  my  direction,  i’d  frame  the  germs  and  hang  them  on  my  wall  like  art.'

at  the  tweet,  he  recoils  back,  holding  up  the  card  like  it’s  contaminated.  “what…  what  is  wrong  with  you!?  germs!?  framed!?”  his  eyes  widened,  and  people  behind  the  camera  laughed  at  the  horrified  expression  on  his  face.  it  takes  him  a  minute  to  calm  down,  and  he  quickly  blurts  a  joke,  “going  to  name  it  ‘the  microbial  series’.  limited  edition,  of  course.”  

he  buries  his  face  in  his  hands,  dying  of  laughter,  “i’m  actually  speechless.”

'i’d  let  hero  kick  me  down  the  stairs  if  it  meant  he’d  look  at  me  once.'

he  stands  up  dramatically  again.  “why  am  i  always  committing  crimes  in  these  tweets!?  kicking  you  down  the  stairs?  are  you  guys  okay!?”  he  pretends  to  look  guilty,  kneeling,  “i’m  sorry  for  what  i  haven’t  done.  please,  stay  away  from  stairs  if  i’m  around.”

'if  hero  ever  did  a  shirtless  photoshoot,  i’d  probably  lose  my  job  for  looking  at  it  during  work  hours,  but  it’d  be  worth  it.'

as  soon  as  he  read  the  tweet,  he  pretended  to  lift  his  hoodie,  showing  off  a  glimpse  of  his  slim  stomach  and  waist,  before  stopping  abruptly.  “nope,  not  today!”  he  lets  out  a  ‘tsk’,  playfully  shaking  his  head.  “you’re  keeping  that  job,  okay?  hustle  first,  thirst  later.”

“also,  who’s  leaking  these  imaginary  photoshoots?  i  need  answers.”  he  says  to  the  staff  behind  the  camera.

'the  way  hero  moves  his  hips  during  performances  should  be  illegal  in  at  least  twelve  countries.'

he  spins  in  his  chair  as  he  hums,  “twelve  countries!?  name  them,  i  need  to  know  where  i’m  banned–  wait,  but  can  that  happen  after  my  world  tour?  like,  this  is  my  first  one,  i  need  to  make  it  count,  if  you  know  what  i  mean.”  he  trails  off  but  quickly  snaps  back,  “but  hey,  can’t  say  i  didn’t  warn  you.  blame  the  choreography,  not  me.”

'i  want  him  to  take  that  belt  from  bless  my  heart  and  choke  me  with  it.'

“oh  woah,  woah  woah!  you’re  stepping  into  some  dangerous  territory!”  he  yelps  out,  looking  completely  baffled  at  the  tweet.  “wait,  who  is  this?  can  i  say  the  username?”  he  asks  the  staff  again,  and  with  their  confirmation,  he  reads  it.  “‘lesbian4hero’–  now  wait  a  minute…  i  remember  this  username!”  he  points  to  the  camera  like  he’s  phoenix  from  ace  attorney,  “yah! don’t  think  i  forgot  your  little  comment  on  tiktok,  and  yes,  i  do  remember  it.”

that  was  the  last  tweet  because  hero  grabbed  each  flash  card  and  threw  them  into  the  air  before  leaning  into  the  camera  with  wide  eyes  and  a  big  grin.  “you  know,  i  thought  i  was  prepared  for  chaos,  but  y’all  have  proven  me  wrong  on  every  level.  thank  you  for  breaking  me  and  making  me  question  all  my  life  choices.”

he  quickly  mutters,  “i  don’t  know  if  i  should  feel  flattered  or  file  a  restraining  order,  but  i  love  you  anyway.  keep  being  weird–  i  thrive  on  it.  but  drink  water  and  behave,  okay?”

he  flashes  one  last  cheeky  grin,  winks  at  the  camera  and  leans  back  in  his  chair  dramatically,  “buzzfeed,  thank  you  for  making  me  read  this  madness,  but  get  me  out  of  here  before  i  lose  my  own  mind.  bye,  everyone!”

the  outro  quickly  plays  a  montage  of  his  reactions,  and  then  the  screen  fades  to  black  with  the  text:  'catch  hero  on  his  upcoming  world  tour–  where  no  watermelons  will  be  harmed!'  the  sound  of  hero  still  laughing  can  be  heard  despite  the  video  almost  ending,  and  fans  are  left  desperately  refreshing  for  the  replay.

[goldsbitch]

Twelve Grapes

-chapter 7, part 2 - A bit of a bad boy

It's no coincidence Cruel Summer came out that year...

or - ✨ Austria 2019.✨

word count: reasonable warning: hard racing

Two entire races go by before he gets so much as a glance from Charles. In both of those, Charles ends up ahead of Max. It feels like getting personally kicked in the balls. Max plays the PR game the best to his abilities and self-control, but behind the scenes, it's a total mayhem. Anyone who questions him about anything receives a snapshot answer. He hands out sarcastic comments like Halloween candy. The only time he laughs is when he beats Daniel in their little video game nights.

The first week, Max loses all remaining inhibitions and keeps blasting Charles' phone up with calls and texts. Unhinged amount of advances, jokes and random questions. No reaction.

The second week, he goes radio silent and tries to get hold of Charles around the paddock. He never goes looking for other drivers after the race, especially when they get to stand on the podium and he doesn't. As always, restraint regarding Charles never comes as easily. However, the Monegasque is always two steps ahead of him.

Alas, finally, they end up next to each other in a post-qualifying media pen in Spielberg. Max is not subtle about trying to catch Charles' eye. For a brief moment, he does. It turns his stomach over immediately. Max searches Charles’ face like it holds an answer, some kind of hidden message buried beneath the surface, but there’s nothing. Not a flicker of hesitation, no softness, no ghost of the Charles he used to know. They used to share a look that would say it all. No trace of that now.

His expression is cool, unbothered, a perfect mask of professionalism. The same way he looks at a journalist asking a pointless question, or a sponsor he doesn’t particularly care about. Detached. Uninterested.

Max wants to do anything else than be swamped by useless questions now. Not when he's eating crumbs in the form of overhearing Charles' voice. He has to force himself to even look at the journalist standing in front of him, let alone take in what she has to say. Charles, on the other, does not seem to share this problem. His voice is passionate, excited and his words land like a punch in the face. Max can't see it, but since he'd studied Charles from every angle possible, to be able to picture his smile clearly, just based on the tone. It's the nonchalant, I'm-the-world's-sweetheart smile that always works on everyone. Max is secretly present on social media, he has seen the fan edits of his - well, not boyfriend apparently.

"Charles, you seem to be on a great run of form lately, have you and the team at Ferrari found good rhythm after the unfortunate Monaco Grand Prix?"

Max has heard many things on that topic from the restless Reb Bull strategists. All of them flaunting ideas and theories around, none of them realizing what Max knew. That the magic fuel Charles is running on is spite. He asks the journalist in front of him to repeat the question, while he focuses on Charles' answer.

"Ah, you know how it is...The start of the season has been challenging. Changing teams, new environment...All of this takes time to process. But, I am stronger than ever. I've cut away all unnecessary distractions keeping me from being locked in on the target and pulling me to the wrong direction. With the amazing team I have - I am finally recognizing myself in the mirror after few strange months."

Charles must know that he can hear every word coming out of his mouth. Max's blood boils and freezes at the same time. He doesn’t react. Giving away anything more seems like a direct pathway to hell.

He stands there, nodding absently to whatever the journalist in front of him is saying, his mind busy with reading in between the lines, Charles' words echoing through the media pen like a fucking death sentence.

Distraction. That’s all he's reduced him to. His heart beats like it's about to go to a fight. The realization settles in his stomach, cold and heavy. He tilts his head slightly, just enough to catch Charles in his peripheral vision.

He’s still talking, crafting the perfect story. His posture is easy, he's leaning closer to the reporter than one probably should, his voice is smooth and warm. It has the word likable written all over it.

It's hardly a surprise that the reporters eat up every single sentence he says, playing up to be the golden boy everyone wants him to be.

And maybe he is. Charles keeps getting better and better at this - playing the part, giving people what they want. He’s charming and sharp, smart enough to be a goddamn PR dream but ruthless enough to keep them all at arm’s length. Except he wasn’t like that with Max.

No. With Max, he was real. Unfiltered. Messy. The kind of Charles who picked fights just to feel something, who grabbed Max’s face like he couldn’t breathe without kissing him, who pressed his forehead against his in the middle of the night and whispered things he could never say in the daylight. The kind of person who acted on what his heart desired, instead of what reason demanded. That's not the Charles standing next to him.

Something inside Max cracks. It doesn’t come in a rush - it settles, careful and slow, a icy coldness spreading through his chest.

Fine.

If Charles wants to erase him, to pretend he was just a mistake, Max will make him remember. Not with words. Not with apologies or late-night texts, stupid fucking phone calls or dangerous public driving.

Tomorrow, on track - where it’s just the two of them, where he can't pretend or avoid him endlessly. Charles will feel exactly what happens when you try to push Max Verstappen away. If he wants to pretend Max was just a distraction, Max will remind him that distractions don’t just disappear into thin air.

"It's great to be on pole, but points are tomorrow. But of course, the idea of a first win is something you can't not get exited about," he hears the last part of yet another one of Charles' speeches and this time he smiles. Time to prove everyone wrong. Make the damn strategists happy for once again.

//

It's hell. Pure, unfiltered hell. Charles arrives in Maranello in a state of a complete breakdown. He was running on some sort of manic fuel the whole Monaco drive. All was somehow bearable - until Max stopped chasing behind him. The absence of his headlights in rear-view mirror worked like a bomb detonator. He is a crying, miserable mess the whole drive. One time he has to stop over, because his breath gets stuck in the lungs and it sets his head into a dizzy spin. He collapses onto his bed in the small Maranello safe house and spends the night fighting terrifying nightmares.

After losing the next day by being glued to his phone, waiting for Max to call for one more time, he decides he can't take that anymore. He missed his chances. Ran away, fucked up everything and tired Max out. He knows him - if he stopped calling, he stopped caring. Charles can't bare himself to get to be the one to make the desperate move, especially after he let so blatantly known that he's totally under Max's spell. He cried in front of him. Nearly begged - but who knows, the whole conversation is becoming a blur, like an old tape wearing thin from being rewound too many times, the sound glitching, words distorting until they barely make sense anymore. So, the first evening after the fight, he blocks Max's phone number. This way, he can still hope that he is trying to reach him and he does not have to stare the unbearable truth in the face. That Max does not, in fact, call anymore.

He completely drowns himself in work. His trainer has to remind him to eat, even though the thought of food makes him sick. He's floating around, allows the team to handle him about and keeps his focus on racing exclusively. Because, that is the only means of communication with Max he's got left. On track, nothing changed. They still cruise around each other, expertly read each other's moves and for once, it all works out in Charles' favor.

The irony of him finally getting a grip on racing when he feels like he'd rather jump under the car instead is not lost on him.

The first step into the paddock after their fight feels heavier than it should. No matter how much he tries to shake it, there’s still a glimmer of hope that he and Max can fix this. But hope, in all its twisted absurdity, only makes him avoid Max more. Because, if this is suppose to be the end, he wants prolong this uncertain period as much as he can. His own misery is becoming the only thing he has left from Max and if that is the truth, he will cling on it. It's him and Max. Any reminder of that is better than nothing.

Red Bull ring. Half of the grandstand is covered in eye-searing orange, the other in signature deep blue that keeps haunting him. They are all waiting for him to fail. He can't. If he has to suffer, because of his feeling towards the Dutch driver, so should everyone else. No matter how mellowed down their devotion to Max might be compared to his own.

It's scorching hot. As is should be in hell anyway. Charles is sitting in his car, front row providing a clear view to the task ahead. Beat Max on track. It's like he can't see any other of the remaining eighteen cars. Lights out and away we go. The all familiar noise of roaring engines makes his ears hurt. His reaction is perfect, almost divine. He launches forward, sliding through the first turn like a man possessed, and when he glances at his mirrors, Max is gone. Buried in the chaos behind him, swallowed by his own mistakes. A chuckle bubbles up in Charles’ throat, raw and breathless, nearly manic again. This is what he wants. Him being able to prove that he is sharper, better and faster when giving as similar chance as Max. Not only that. To himself, and in extension Max too, he needs to prove that he can exist without Max fucking Verstappen.

He flies away, leaving the rest of pack behind. It's only in lap two where he figures out that Max fell five places down. There is a momentary wave of sorrow, one intrusive idea about Charles wanting to be the only to beat him, regretting that other drivers are doing so too. But they're both on their own. Max would never share this sentiment towards him. Whatever Charles is doing must be working, because it looks like he got into Verstappen's head. He's slowly extending the lead, keeping Bottas in a safe distance, far enough no DRS.

Ten and few more laps later, he notices Max working way up the field quite effectively. He keeps calm, because with every car Max passes, Charles makes up a second on Bottas.

Max's got the fastest lap now. Charles is managing tires, bracing for the future. Pit stop - the one thing he truly fears - gone right. He's in a completely calm and periodic rhythm, none of the cars providing a real challenge. He prays to the gods of racing for no mechanical failure this time. Destiny owes his at least that. Give him the right tools, he won't ask for help when all it lies on is his own abilities. He's making his way through the traffic, lapping cars and occasionally looking behind his back at Verstappen fighting Bottas. And after few more laps of this routine - Max is the first car on his tail. Charles expected nothing less. He digs into everything he has - not only in him, but in the car as well. The whole race was just a prep for this moment. Barely four seconds. Max is faster, a fact his dearest fucking engineer feels the need to point out, as if he couldn’t see it himself. But quick math tells Charles he should survive this. 3,8. 3,6. For Charles, there really is no other car on the track than Max's. The others are just annoying little gravel stones, hitting his visor and robbing Charles of clean air. A half of a second is lost only by having to cruise between them. He tries his best to stay cool. One final wish goes towards his tires.

He gives it all. Five final laps and the gap is dangerously close to one second. He spends what feels like two years stuck between Pierre, who's suppose to let him through and Max who is closing in on him. Two Red Bulls. Please, Pierre. This is the first time Charles regrets not telling his friend about the love affair. He knows Pierre is instructed to make it as hard as possible for Charles to get through while keeping it all legal.

"Verstappen behind, one second."

"Leave me alone."

And then - it's on.

It's like he can feel Max breathing down his neck. The DRS is inevitable. Max is inevitable. Charles defends for his life. He forces him to have to go around the outside, off the racing line. Turn 4 is the Achilles heel and Charles survives the first time they pass it through.

But he knows Max. Understands the way he moves, instinct in perfect symphony with logic, calculating every weakness...No stone left untouched. Why should Charles be the exception. He remembers the way he looked at Charles the first time they kissed - half a dare, half a warning. It's the way he uses his touch - firm, yet gentle - to bend Charles into whatever shape he wants. 

On the next lap, Charles watches his mirrors, waits for the lunge. This time Max doesn’t go for the outside. No, this time, he comes from inside, slicing through the turn with an aggression Charles thought he was ready for. It’s all so quick, just like their fallout. 

The wheels are millimeters apart. Charles tries to force him wide, but Max refuses to back off. Of course he does. Max has never learned when to let go. Never knows when to stop taking.

And then, it comes again.

Max is right there, alongside him, closer this time, pushing, forcing. Charles grips the wheel tighter, body locked in, blood roaring in his ears. He doesn’t lift. He doesn’t yield. Max doesn’t either.

A nudge. A shove. Space shrinking into nothing. Everything slows.

He’s back at the Monaco apartment, late at night, Max’s voice low against his neck. “If I have to take a win from you, will you ever kiss me again?” Charles had laughed, breathless. “You already take everything from me.”

Charles barely registers the moment his tires leave the track, but he feels it. The smudge of gravel beneath him, the split-second loss of control, the sheer force of what Max has done.

Max’s fingers curled around his wrist in a hotel hallway, yanking him back to the room before they could be seen, grinning like it was a game. "You can’t get enough of me," Charles had scoffed. "Give me all you have, Charlie," Max hummed in between kisses.

The back of Max’s neck in the early morning, hair still damp from post sex shower, heartbeat steady under Charles’ hand. "Would you ever crash into me?" Max had asked once, drowsy, barely awake. Charles had said no. Max had never answered.

The car snaps back into control just before he spins. Charles feels it all in his arms, his whole body resisting the centrifugal pull. No. It takes him half a second to realize what just happened. The next half is spent knowing, with absolute certainty, that it wasn’t fucking legal. Max robbed him. They have to make him give the place back.  Charles grips the wheel so hard it might break, breath coming short and sharp. His visor feels suffocating, the heat pressing in from all sides. He should have known. Should have known Max would take everything.

He genuinely can't remember the rest of the race.

Just like that, it's over, he's getting out of the car and his own disbelief is preventing from believing any of this is real. His mind stayed back somewhere around Turn 4 and he's having something he thinks others describe as out of body experience. He understands there are words coming out of his mouth, but no one is in control of them. They roll of automatically and he's only aware that most of them are about the stewards having to have a look at the move.

He is painfully aware of the cameras in the cooldown room. That is the only thing grounding him and not flying into a shout festival with Max. The words he has reserved for this man are intended for him and his ears only. Survival mode kicks in and he tries to ignore him as much as he can.

He'd prefer getting punched instead of having to stand on this podium. Any attempt from people trying to congratulate is met with a face one does not forget. Max's smile is impossible to ignore, bright and shamelessly arrogant, the kind of grin that demands to be seen. Mercilessly cuts through like a knife.

Charles sees the way Max points at the Honda logo on his race suit, exaggerating the motion, playing up the moment. A distant memory flickers in. Charles remembers when Max came home one day, irritated after yet another Red Bull PR lecture about mentioning Honda at every possible opportunity. Max had rolled his eyes, complaining about contractual obligations, flapped himself on the couch and refused to talk. So, Charles came up with a game, with hopes of turning the mood around. Say it so much they beg you to stop. He still remembers Max’s mischievous smirk, the way they looked at each other every time he did that. Now? It feels like Max deliberately twisting the knife he shoved into Charles' guts. As if Charles isn't standing right there, watching it all, bleeding out behind a forced expression. Max took it all. No one would be mad or surprised if he hadn't won today. It means he did all of this on purpose. Inflict as much as he possibly can. Something he appears to be very good at.

Someone puts the dreaded Dutch anthem on and every note drags on and on.  Charles stares to the deep hills, avoiding the crowd below. His nails pressing so hard his racing suit he’s surprised there isn’t blood between his fingers. This is the sound he will die to. The tune that will crawl inside his skull, rot there, and play on an endless loop. If there’s a god waiting for him at the end of it all, this is what they'll hum as the gates get shut in his face.

Max is right there, right fucking there, barely an arm’s length away, standing taller, chest out, sweat still clinging to his skin like it’s something to be proud of. Charles doesn’t dare look at him. Doesn’t trust himself not to flinch, not to break. The heat between them is unbearable, suffocating, a reminder that not long ago, Max had pressed against him in a different way. The hand he now had to avoid from accidentally brushing against is the same one that used to grip Charles like he was something for Max to own.

He knows Max doesn’t even think about that. Not now. Not while he stands here, grinning like he was made for this moment, swimming in the praise from crowd that loves him, while Charles stands frozen beside him, barely holding himself together.

The anthem swells, the final few notes longing out like they’re mocking him, and Charles forces himself to swallow, forces the bile back down his throat. He knows it's over. Deep down inside, he stopped hoping for stewards standing by him.  Another mistake and he looks down the crowd. Roars of people suffocating him, stealing the air directly from his lungs and among all of those, one face stands out. Everyone is looking at Max, apart from this person, who's unmistakable smirk reminds him so scarily of the smirk he used to love. Jos Vestappen is unashamedly staring down at him, even though he's several meters below him. For the first time, he sees the resemblance between Max and his father.

He calls himself stupid about fifty times. The door for Max would not have opened if he hadn’t allowed it. He got burned once. It can’t happen again. Things have to change. He has to change.  The champagne tastes like a spoilt milk, Charles does everything in his power to get out of the podium stand as quickly as possible. He will go on to the stewards with his team, even though he knows the battle is lost. If there is one thing he is grateful for, it's the crying Honda spokesman, that wiggles in between him and Max for the final photo. Charles is spared of the final blow - feeling Max's cruel hands on his back again.

//

The come down of emotions is quick. He did it. Snatched Charles' first victory right from his hands. Celebrated so loudly, encircled Charles so efficiently he was sure he must be getting claustrophobic. Killer instinct called upon him and he gave in completely. Charles can't rely on ignoring him. He won't go away without a fight, without destroying him. Max is hardly a sappy dreamer, but all of today feels like it was written long time ago and he was just following the script. Charles is sitting by his right side during the press conference - exactly where he belongs. There is an evil joy Max feels from having him so close during his first win of this season. Charles has no choice but to endure every second of it. Weeks of silence, of trying to erase Max from his life, and yet, here they are. No matter how hard he tries, he can't escape him.

The questions roll in. "How does this win compare to the ones he's had before?" Oh, he has many words he can't say out loud. The reported receives some basic technical summary, but what he really wants to say - scream, shout to the world - is that this win feels sweeter than any candy, he's reclaiming his strenght back and Charles can try as much as he can, but Max proved today that he won't back down.

"When did you start to think the win was possible today?" Easy. Once the door shut behind Charles when he ran away. When his smug smile started to haunt Max in every waking moment. When he heard the words, his former lover, calling him a mere distraction.

Next question is aimed at Charles. General, basic, nothing out of the order. He steals one glance. A thunder of a feeling he can't name properly shoots through him. His bloodshot eyes, purple lips and hands with practically no nails left on them scream the truth louder than anything else. It's the moment Charles finally speaks, his words rolling out of his tongue when Max's heart stops. It is probably unrecognizable for the crowd of journalist in front of them, but he knows this tone. It's the utterly broken one. His words make sense, it's composed and measured, but the accent creeps in and gives away all. Just like it did whenever Charles felt unsure about their love affair. His voice is soft, too soft for a post-race fatigue. Max has to put his head down, to hide behind his cap for a moment. He hears Charles gulp and surprisingly it's that what breaks Max. Numbness descends over him. Next question is aimed at Valtteri and for once, he's glad.

Max sinks in. He tries to stop the guilt from drowning him. For once, this is a battle he can't win. The darkest worry Max always had about himself is that he it too ruthless. Can't see the line until he's way past by. Cruel, calculating monster, that will destroy anything or anyone standing in his way. Suddenly, he find himself regretting it all. His move was over the top, but he can't admit that now. This wasn't racing anymore, this personal vendetta, childish anger spree, because Max can't have what he truly wants. Maybe it's sadly better this way. By forcing Charles to hating him, he will make sure he stays far away from him. Max knows he'd crumble apart, had Charles given him any inclination that he wants him back. That man could probably ask for anything and he'd give it to him. Max is not strong enough to resist Charles. He's also just proven how much of a selfish dick he can be when things don't go this way. The reality of him coming to the conclusion, that Charles hating him instead of loving him might be safer and better option for the Ferrari driver is a hard pill to swallow. Max had spent years perfecting the art of fighting for every inch, of clawing his way to the top no matter the cost. And now, sitting here, drowning in his own victory, he wonders if the cost this time was too high. Max knows his actions today bought him all the time in the world to wallow around this idea. Because, it's obvious Charles can't stand him anymore. He finally sees Max for what he is. His father's son.

Another question, particularly snarky one comes at him and Charles together and something inside Max takes over. He's saying words, explaining the nature of his specific overtake and it takes him everything he has to prevent his voice from shaking. He ends up defending himself again, but the doubts flood his consciousness. Charles finally throws in a sarcastic comment, calling the move illegal, and something ugly inside Max likes it. If Charles has to hate him, let it be like this - spiteful, angry, not distant and indifferent. At least anger means he still cares, even if it’s in the worst way possible.

He will forever admire Charles for being able to sit through this, so strong and still.

We never gave up, he hears himself saying. His only hope is that Charles won't give up too.

"Charles, do you feel like this one has been stolen from you?" Yes. Obviously. Once again, Max questions the sanity of everyone in the room. Another punchy note about the legality of the overtake and Max revels in it.

"Will you stop being the polite driver you are?" Is this the first time people watched Charles racing? A polite driver? The menace that would rather have them crash into the barrier than get overtaken? The driver Max had to pull out his dirtiest trick only to get a chance on getting in front of him?

"On track I'm a bit of a different person than in the car." Max has never disagreed with something more in his life.

chapter 8

------- @chezmardybum @biancathecool