#editor big pants

[longeyelashedtragedy]

not me accidentally finding an interview video where [CENSORED]’s whole ass is just hanging out of his pants for a moment

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍 ✮ PEDRI

summary. your boyfriend loves you more than yesterday but less than tomorrow.

warnings. none just pure fluff. i’m so glad my starboy is back.

gabri speaks! listened to iman by maria becerra and it’s so pedri coded. had to write this immediately.

the herd of sweaty players heading through the tunnel to their respective locker rooms was a surreal sight. this was the biggest assignment you had gotten in the three years of you working for a sports journalism column. obviously you knew your boyfriend had a hand in the big step and often received sly remarks from the coworkers you had never gotten along with because of it. luckily for you, you had never been one to undermine yourself or listen to the comments of others.

there was also your boyfriend who would constantly read your pieces out loud and compliment you on your endless knowledge of the sport and plethora of creative words. it was like having your own personal editor. you yearned for the nights before his breaks where the two of you would cozy up in front of the tv revising your works in progress.

“why can’t you ever write about me like this? actually why can’t you write about me period?” he would whine with his flushed cheeks making a special appearance.

“i don’t write about you because they only have me covering the scandinavian leagues.” you said matter-of-factly.

“just tell them you’re dating me.” he would always say.

you never did but with the spanish press it was inevitable that your relationship would see the light of day. your world had flipped instantly and you found yourself on the next flight to germany. it took you a lot of reassuring words to help you understand that you deserved to be there. your boyfriend didn’t write your pieces for you, you did, you were the important figure. so, there you stood with a mic patiently waiting for the player you’d be interviewing to show up.

your co-worker had failed to mention who you’d be interviewing which had you scrambling for various questions to ask. you were fortunate to have an extensive vocabulary for different positions so you were sure that no matter who you’d be talking to your manage to make them comfortable. when you’re met with incredibly pink cheeks you realize why your cameraman was so giddy on the walk towards the tunnel. they were making you interview your own boyfriend.

“live in one!” your cameraman yells loud enough for everyone to hear.

“you’re such a dick!” you quietly scold pedri who’s currently smirking at you.

“you wouldn’t have done it if you knew.” he shrugged and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes because it was true.

you notice the cameraman counting down from three and quickly regain your composure. it’s fascinating for your boyfriend seeing how well you hide your affection for him. this is the first time he’s ever seen you in action and it’s quite mesmerizing the way the lights make you glow and how well you speak. somehow with all the chaos surrounding you two and the sweat dripping off his forehead you’re more beautiful than ever. it must be because you’re in your element he thinks.

“croatia has really done a great job of keeping the ball outside their box, do you think you guys will be able to break through?” you move the mic towards him waiting for an answer.

“of course i mean my connection with rodri is just working super for well for us i think we’ll be able to advance through the midfield more in the second half. modric will not make it easy but that’s why we’re here, to stop him.” he pants.

��lamine has been excellent throughout the first half how do you plan on using him to improve the play?” you scramble to say as time is running out.

“well lamine is excellent with the ball i think he’ll able to get us far into their zone. it’s really a team effort. he’s probably ecstatic right now and that’ll definitely help us.” he answers.

“thank you pedri. good luck in the second half.” your words contain honesty and you give him the most sincere smile.

“thank you, hermosa.” he compliments you on live television.

you want nothing more than to slap him but his hands around your hips take you by surprise. his lips are so close to yours and you immediately forget the camera is still rolling. it’s a quick peck but it’s a kiss nothing less. it’s your turn to display your flushed cheeks. in the blink of an eye he’s gone and you’re left alone to deal with the aftermath. you hear your coworkers tease you through your earpiece and the cameraman is currently laughing at you. you’re quick to redirect to the anchors back at headquarters. that night you and pedri make headlines for your performance in the tunnel.

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

The Birthday - An Interlude - Halloween

"Mommy says when you get scared, you forget your potty training," a soft feminine voice whispered in my ear.

"Mommy says Halloween makes you a scaredy cat, ready to jump at the tiniest spooky or scary thing," the voice continued.

I moaned in my half-asleep state, wondering what was going on, and beginning to feel a deep anxiety form in the pit of my stomach.

"Mommy says that she is the only one who can console you when you get scared."

At the third strange command, I opened my eyes and the reality of what was happening hit me. I was greeted by my wife's grinning face.

"Mommy, please, no!" I said exasperated as Melody gave me a soft, motherly kiss to my forehead.

"Good morning, baby. Happy Halloween!" is all she said as she ignored my futile protest.

It had been nearly six months since the fateful weekend where my wife had discovered my AB/DL kink and treated me to a birthday weekend of both my dreams and nightmares.

Since that weekend, very little had actually changed in my life. Melody had lifted most of the hypnotic triggers she had implanted in me (although I was still forced to refer to her as Mommy, exclusively). She almost never used her 'Mommy says' trigger against me, only reminding me of it if I got "too big for my britches" as she liked to put it.

The only major change is that my little hobby as an AB/DL smut author had become a little more complicated. Melody still allowed me to write my 'little stories' as she liked to put it, but I was no longer the final arbiter of what got posted.

Mommy made me show her each and every story I wrote, and she decided whether it was good enough and 'appropriate' enough to get posted. She also made me make a post apologizing for the treatment of the female characters in my story and explain her newly assumed role of Mommy-editor-in-chief.

My reputation as a big and a dom took a drastic hit. But, over the course of a few months, things settled back down and we settled into comfortable dynamic and rhythm.

That was, until I woke up to my wife's new commands this morning.

"Mommy, please, what did I do? I've been a good boy! You can't do this to me!"

I hated how whiney and small I sounded pleading with my wife like this, but I had long since had my pride beaten out of me.

"Halloween is my favorite holiday! If I can't control myself when I'm scared, if I get scared easily, if I need you to calm me down, I'll… I'll… I'll…"

I couldn't finish my sentence as I realized that, in the early morning hour, the room was still dark. I noticed shadows dancing around the corners of the room and suddenly, a pang of terror, raced through me.

I felt my sheets grow warm and wet beneath me as I let out a panicked cry.

"Mommy!"

I dove for my wife's arms, horrified and desperate for her, the only person I could see as my protector, to help me.

She laughed softly as she pulled me into her arms, and I felt my rational mind retake control.

"Aw, is my little baby afraid of the dark? And," I feel her pat my wet butt, "did you have a little accident! Let Mommy help make it all better."

I whined as she got out of bed and turned on the light, subconsciously rebelling against the lose of the comfort being held by her provided.

As the light turned on, a feeling of relief washed over me as the phantoms in the corners of the room dematerialized. At the same time, I blushed as the light revealed the shameful puddle I had just made in the bed.

"Mommy, please, Halloween is my favorite, you can't make me, force me, let me… I can't be this," I pleaded as Melody walked over to inspect the damage to our bed.

She reached over and brushed her fingers lightly on my cheek as she responded to my pleas.

"Oh, my precious little pants-piddler, you and I both know that Mommy can and will make you be whatever I want," She bent over, making eye contact with me as she showed off her ample cleavage, "And today, I want you to be Mommy's perfect little scaredy-cat toddler."

I groaned, knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do to resist Melody's power over me.

"Ok, Mommy," I responded, defeated.

"Perfect, now, let's get you diapered up before some little ghoul or goblin scares you again, and you make another mess."

I just sighed and laid on my back as I waited for Melody to diaper me so the worst Halloween of my life could begin in earnest.

[councilofcastamere]

DRAGONS AND THE CITY | MODERN!AEMOND TARGARYEN X READER

a b r i d g e m e n t : you’re an assistant to a Baratheon magazine editor in the lonely city of New York. but why, whenever she makes you run errands, do you bump into the second son of King Viserys Targaryen of England?

TW: not as far as I know

A/N: based on sex and the city!

You stalked along the streets of New York, your J’adior slingback pumps clacking across the stony pavement. Your curly hair was thrown back in your face as you hurriedly reached into your pocket.

In all seriousness, your boss, Cassandra Baratheon, had instructed you to be at her office at 8 am and had told you to fetch her a latte macchiato from the new Brazilian coffee shop opening up around the corner of the apartment you lived in.

Well, as luck could have it, it was 7:50 and you weren’t inside the damn doors of the conglomerate doors, which is why you were trotting for your life, every step you take a risk of spilling the coffee on your silk-viscose Armani jumper.

You’d been running for 2 minutes, not paying any attention to the angry passer-by’s you managed to bump into. You thought a simple “sorry!” or “contact me, I’ll pay you back” would suffice as you ignored the angry mutters behind you.

You panted as you finally made it to the bold doors of the largest building you had ever worked at, the door man being courteous as ever.

“As jolly as always.” you chuckled, playfully hurrying into the building. as soon as you stepped inside you hurried into the elevator.

Inside were three other woman. Other assistants with the same agenda and the same troubles, you assume. You flashed a quick smile but of course only one of the women bothered to return the smile.

God, you almost wanted to die of embarrassment. Your feet instinctively tapped against the carpet as you prayed the elevator wouldn’t get stuck.

You almost did trip over the white elevator carpet as you hurried out of the lift, frantically scanning the names on the bold golden doors until you finally read “C. BARATHEON, EDITOR OF WESTEROS GLAMOUR.”

The clock on your wrist compelled you to check, seeing if you had absolutely screwed your heels and stamina for nothing.

Andddd… great. It’s 8:04.

You sighed, pushing the doors forward as you came face to face with the light of the big windows.

“Mrs. Baratheon?” you asked in a polite tone, trying to keep your nervousness from prevailing into your tone. “I apolog-"

“Put the coffee on my desk, dear." the Baratheon replied bluntly, slowly swinging her chair from left to right whilst tapping her nails against the desk. “I do not the time to listen to your excuses, nor do I care, to be frank.”

Rude much? But obviously, you couldn’t tell her that. You’d be out of here quicker than that one time you went on a date with that man that suggested you’d be a knock-out if you just got a little botox.

“Is there anything else you require of me, Mrs?” you asked, hurriedly settling the coffee down on the marble furniture.

“Yes.” she replied, eyeing you up and down with a mean streak on her face. “As you know, the prince is visiting this weekend.”

“May I ask which one?” you ask, quickly taking out your lighter as she took out her cigarette. “There are 6 of them, you know?”

“What’s the name again?” Cassandra asked, although not to you. Her fingers flicked as she tried to come up with a name. “His name escapes me at the moment, but it’s the eye-less one.”

“He still has one eye. Not exactly eyeless.” you chuckle.

“Watch it.” she warns, rolling an eye. “Anyhow, you’re in charge of driving him to the Baratheon manor. Said he had urgent business with my family. I can swear the fucker is there for an arranged marriage. Probably to Floris. It’s always Floris.”

“When might that be?” you ask, raising a brow. “Gotta have a good dress for it. Not everyday I meet a prince of the oh-so-holy Targaryen dynasty.”

“Glad you asked, cause it’s right about fucking now.” Cassandra cocked a smile, blowing the smoke out into open air.

That bitch? The audacity? You weren’t even dressed for the occasion? She’s a fucking menace?

“Alright.” you sigh. you didn’t wanna get fired, you just wanted to keep your job! “Where do I meet him?”

“He’s waiting in the limousine right now, so you’d better hurry your little Dior heels down the stairs.” the Baratheon dismisses you, waving her hand.

“Shit!” you sigh, quickly tucking your stuff into your Khaite the Remi hobo bag. you quickly ran down the hallway, using the stairs this time. you did not even register there was a silhouette in-front of you, until you inevitably bumped into it.

“Sorry!” you instinctively blurt out, as the stranger held you tight, his fingers digging into your arms.

You looked up at the stranger, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised to see His Majesty on the regular stairs of a New York building.

“Your Highness,” you address him, quickly composing yourself. “My apologies, I just…”

“Ran a marathon, perhaps?” The silver-haired prince mused, cocking a brow as you could only let out an unexpected chuckle.

“Uh, yeah.” You smiled, composing your body to stand straight. “Yeah. I’m Y/N.”

-

part 2 coming soon, I wanna see where this goes in terms of popularity which happens to affect my motivation 📸

[gammasnippets]

[CHANNEL_9] fromis_9 '채널나인' EP60. Spotlighting 🐿️ Part.3

fromis_9 Lee Chaeyoung

11,660 words (Co-edited by @digipigichopshop & @dnd-writes)

After "reviewing" an intense office romance starring fromis_9's main vocalist, Park Jiwon, you are now left with 8 more alluring videos featuring the remaining members to explore and indulge in. You feel teased after witnessing the explicit nature of the first video. Watching Jiwon's naked body as she partakes in what might be the best sexual experience caught on film got you pitching a tent underneath your pants. But that doesn't seem to be enough. After all, what's not to say that the other videos won't push your limits even further?

You choose among the many files that fill your computer folder, looking for the next video to review. The first thing that catches your eye is the thumbnail with the group’s playful and charismatic rapper, Chaeyoung. The entire fromis_9 is full of pretty faces and hot figures, but you've always been drawn to Chaeyoung's magnetic charm. She's funny, talented, and has a captivating stage presence… And now you find yourself eager to see how she can ignite your desires in this next video.

You press the play button and the "Channel_9" intro plays alongside its colorful intro card. As their video editor, you ponder what elements can be included in this video to tie it to the first one seamlessly. With a mischievous grin on your face, you decide to include a recap from the previous video where Jiwon's sensual encounter left you craving for more. You think it's a wonderful idea, but watching this current video to its completion comes first.

After the intro, the video shows a huge indoor swimming complex. The video shows its many pools and amenities, filled with many hues of blue and sparkling with crystal-clear water, and inviting everyone to dive in. It then shifts to an aerial shot of Chaeyoung outside of the area walking towards it. The camera switches to that of the crew following her to have a better view of this video’s main star, wearing a creative mix of a red strapless dress over a white buttoned shirt and red heels. Her long figure is accentuated by the dress, giving her a seductive yet sophisticated look.

However, as the camera focuses on her, Chaeyoung seems to look more hesitant than anything, curious as to what might be inside.

"Is this really the place?" Chaeyoung wonders aloud, her voice full of excitement and anticipation.

"Yes," one of the crew softly replies.

"What is this place? It could be like an indoor pool," Chaeyoung suggests, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

She walks a bit further and reaches the entrance of the indoor swimming area. It didn't take long for her to realize that her assumption was correct.

"An indoor pool? Oh wow, it really is," Chaeyoung exclaims, her voice filled with awe.

As she steps further inside, the view switches to a bird's eye view of the entirety of the swimming area from a drone camera. Despite her tall frame, the captured angle makes Chaeyoung look like a small figure in this large aquatic paradise.

"Wow. This place looks nice," she murmurs to herself. "They even have big slides!"

She continues to explore the vast complex, taking in the many sights and sounds around her. Her eagerness to take a dip in the many pools becomes more and more evident as she starts to softly whine every time her eyes catch anything new and exciting.

"You want to swim, don't you?" one of the crew playfully asks Chaeyoung, teasing her.

"Of course," she replies with a mischievous smile, before letting out a deep sigh. "I wish I didn't wear this outfit."

"But you look good in it."

"But I want to swim," she pouts, defeated as she looks at her clothing.

The crew chuckles at her cute yet disappointed expression.

"Can we go back here again?" she asks.

"Maybe?" the crew replies, a teasing tone in their voice.

Her eyes widened in hope and excitement. "Really? We can?"

"Well, we can certainly try to make it happen," they respond, their tone filled with amusement.

"Yes!" Chaeyoung claps her hands in glee.

"But this is a filming studio, after all," they point out.

"Ugh…" Chaeyoung groans, sounding frustrated.

"So we should coordinate with them first if we can use this place again," they suggest.

"It's a shame we can't just go here whenever we can," she pouts.

The crew again laughs at her remarks.

Her witty nature, paired with her playful banters, makes Chaeyoung a delight to work with. She's more than just a pretty face, her vibrant and welcoming personality makes her a good addition to any project. Many fans often discuss how she rarely lands any invitations to shows or events, be it as a guest or a host. Her level of professionalism, paired with her natural charm, will make her a great asset to any production.

Chaeyoung and the crew continue to explore the huge swimming facility, stumbling into more breathtaking pools and attractions along the way. They then end up in a huge yet shallow pool. What's interesting is that despite the water being shallow, it doesn't look like a pool meant for children. The pool is decorated as if it's a sports arena, with goals on each end and border lines drawn on the bottom. A scoreboard is also visible, adding to the air of competition and excitement.

"Wow! This area looks great!" Chaeyoung exclaims, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.

She then proceeds to walk further into the pool area, trying to get a closer look at the intricately designed space. But as she takes a few more steps, the crew then takes their leave to let her explore on her own. She waves and bows at them as her way of appreciation for accompanying her thus far. As they part ways, the camera view then switches to those inside the area, capturing the entire place from much better angles.

As she goes deeper into the pool area, she notices a man nearby who seems to be doing some stretches.

"Uhh… Hello," Chaeyoung tries to grab the man's attention with a friendly tone as she steps closer to him.

"Ah! Hello there," the man turns to her and slightly bows, a polite smile on his face.

"Hello to you as well," she responds with a warm smile before bowing in return.

The man stands up from his task and walks closer to Chaeyoung, offering a friendly handshake.

"So I will be your partner today."

She softly giggles before accepting her handshake. "Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise," he replies, his voice calm and friendly. "Chaeyoung, is it?"

"Yes. I guess I'm in the right place," she says with a playful grin.

"I guess you are," he chuckles. "So, are you ready?"

Chaeyoung then looks at him, dumbfounded.

"Eh?"

"I was told that we're going to have a friendly game of water polo," he explains, pointing towards the goals and lines in the pool.

She is then left speechless for a moment, her eyes staring at nothing in particular as she looks as if she's processing her situation.

"So, are you up for it?" he asks her again, his voice filled with anticipation.

Chaeyoung then chuckles, still staring into nothingness, before looking at him. "I wasn't even informed that I'll be swimming today."

She then turns her attention to one of the many cameras surrounding them as if looking at the staff themselves.

"Why did you make me wear this?" she yells at them laughing, playfully pointing at her outrageous office get-up.

Her partner then bursts out laughing at her unexpected reaction. "Wait. What's wrong?"

Chaeyoung then looks at him, still laughing but looking defeated. "I can't swim in this!"

He scratches his head in amusement as he has never been in a situation quite like this before, let alone see someone attempt to swim wearing office attire.

"Well that can be a problem," he says, chuckling.

"Oh no," she then starts to worry about the challenge at hand. "Do I immediately fail the challenge?"

"I don't think so. No," he attempts to reassure her worries as he thinks of a way to salvage the situation.

Suddenly, one of the monitors in the room turns on, catching their attention. On the screen, a message appears where it says the following;

“SPOTLIGHTING CHALLENGE: SPLASH & BLAST>

Aim to be the best water polo player ever!

Score as much as you can against your opponent.

Regular water polo rules don’t apply. Do whatever you can to win!

Complete this mission to earn your group a reward.

GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN!"

They both read the message on the screen, their eyes widening in surprise. Chaeyoung then looks at him with eyes full of concern.

"A time limit? How much time do we have?" she asks, feeling lost and nervous.

The scoreboard suddenly hums to life, catching their attention. The timer displays 120 minutes on the clock, making them realize they have a generous amount of time to complete the challenge.

"Oh, neat," he remarks. "We have plenty of time."

“Yeah,” She nods as she thinks about her situation. "But I'm wearing these clothes…"

"Right," he responds with a small chuckle.

"What should I do?" she asks, her worry slowly getting the best of her.

As he struggles to think of a way to help her, he shrugs his shoulders. "I guess you'd have to take them off."

"Sure," She chuckles nervously. “But you see…”

“Yes?” he asks.

"I don't have any swimsuits on me," she admits, blushing.

He then let out a chuckle at her sudden confession. "So you're just in your underwear, then?"

She nods at him. "Yep."

"If that's the case," he pauses for a moment, before adding, "Then it won't be much different from regular water polo."

"Really?" Chaeyoung's eyes widened, curious to hear his thoughts.

"Yes. Some beginners play water polo in their underwear, with the lack of preparation and all," he further explains, chuckling as he goes.

"I see…" she nods as she understands the situation. "So my case is actually a common thing, huh?"

"Correct," he nods, smiling. "Even professionals do their practice rounds wearing underwear when they forget to bring one."

“Is that so?” She laughs. "So it's just practice for me then."

He chuckles. "You can say that."

Suddenly, all her worries seem to have vanished. She smiles and nods at herself, a look of determination in her eyes.

"Alright," she exclaims, excited to accept the challenge. "I'll take the challenge then."

"That's the spirit!" He cheers her and gives her a thumbs up.

"So…"

Chaeyoung's eyes then begin to wander around the pool area, as if looking for something.

 "Should I just strip here?"

Her query catches him off guard, blushing before laughing at himself. "Ah, right. The nearest changing room is a bit far from here. It might take you a while to walk there."

"I see," she responds, understanding the situation. "Guess I’ll do a quick one here."

"Sure. I’ll stay back," He tells her as he steps back a few steps, raising his arm as he does.

"Right! Let's do this, then…"

Chaeyoung steps a bit away from him and begins to undress.

Her partner is then left to watch her as she attempts to remove every article of her clothing. Her high heels come off first, then the belt that holds the entire ensemble, followed by her orange tube dress. As she is halfway through unzipping the dress, she suddenly stops, looking at him for a moment.

"Oh. Umm…" She looks at him, feeling shy.

"What is it?" he asks, curious.

"Can you…" she pauses, her hands pointing at the stuck zipper.

"You want me to help you with that?" He asks again, smirking this time.

She nods, feeling embarrassed.

"Yes, please…"

"Sure thing," he nods and approaches her.

He grabs hold of the zipper with one hand, the other resting on Chaeyoung's shoulder. His strength easily resists the dress, as it slides downwards without issue. She then sighs with relief, another piece of clothing is peeled off her body.

"Phew," she sighs, relieved. "Thank you."

"No problem," He smiles at her before gesturing at her if he can let go of the dress. "May I?"

"Yes," she replies with a smile, her eyes glancing at his hands.

He lets go of his hands and like a swift wind, her orange dress slides down her body. Chaeyoung’s partner stands there, admiring her figure as she is left in her white buttoned shirt with a hint of her blue panties peeking from the bottom.

"Wow. You look beautiful," he compliments her, a hint of admiration in his voice.

"Thank you," he smiles and blushes.

She then goes back to business and unbuttons her shirt, revealing her bright blue bra. She slowly slides the garment down her arms, slowly revealing her slender body to him. He can't help but have his mouth open, his eyes admiring her beautiful physique. If anyone else was in his position, they would've pounced at her and ravished her right then and there, but he doesn't. He restrains himself as much as he can. And who knows? Maybe something interesting will happen along the way.

After a few seconds of gazing at her, he snaps himself back to reality, remembering the challenge at hand.

"So?" he asks her. "Ready?"

She nods, smiling. "Yes. Shall we?"

"After you," he gestures at her to dip in first.

Chaeyoung nods again and walks closer to the pool. She steps in it, slightly wincing as the water comes up to her calves.

"Ooh! It's cold," she whines, slightly grimacing.

"Are you okay?" he asks, curious to hear her response. "Is the water good?"

"I'm fine," she says, reassuring him. "Just a little chilly."

"Good to hear," he giggles, following her into the pool.

They perform quick stretches before they position themselves to face each other, ready to play a game of water polo.

"So, the goal is to score as many goals as I can, right?" Chaeyoung asks, feeling excited and nervous about the challenge at hand.

"Yes. So do your best," he replies with a wide grin, excitement evident in his tone.

"Right," she smiles, nodding at his response. "And go easy on me."

"I'll try," he chuckles, his eyes smiling along with his lips.

Chaeyoung then nods and readies herself to play.

The clock begins to tick, counting down before starting the game.

3… 2… 1…

And with a loud horn, the game starts.

The slightly serene water of the pool is replaced with large splashes as the two move fast toward the ball floating in the middle. Chaeyoung’s partner was able to reach it first with his long arms, but she swiftly reacted by swatting it away. Both then swim as fast as they can to recover the ball. Luckily for her, the water moves the ball closer to her position and she can reach it just before he does.

"Not too bad," he comments, impressed at how fast she is.

She smirks as if she already has a plan in mind. "You better get ready!"

Chaeyoung rushes toward the goal as fast as she can. In response, her partner moves towards it as well to defend it. As they near the goal, Chaeyoung, with the ball in her hands, attempts a big swing towards it, aiming for the side. He catches onto her plan and immediately positions himself in front of the goal, blocking it. With no time to waste, she lets out a loud grunt as she propels the ball out of his hands, hoping that it lands in the goal.

Unfortunately, the ball falls short, falling inches in front of him instead.

She grimaces as her attempt to score fails.

“Ah, no way!”

"Nice try, though," he says, smirking.

She hesitates to approach the ball for another attempt. But as she sees him, who is much closer, reaching for it, she abandons her plan.

"Oh, no…" she hisses. "Not on my watch."

Without a moment's hesitation, Chaeyoung drags herself towards her own end of the pool, leaving her partner with the ball. As she gets nearer to her goal line, she looks back to check his position. And to her surprise, he's already behind her, halfway through the pool, with the ball in his hands.

"Okay!" he yells, smiling. "My turn!"

"Wha—?!" she reacts, her eyes widening.

"Got you!" he says, as he winds her arms for the throw.

"Wait! That's unfair!" she frantically swims away, attempting to put some distance between them.

With the ball in his hands, he throws it straight towards the goal. As Chaeyoung desperately tries to catch up to the ball, she slips backward. This causes her to flail her arms and legs wildly. But with a stroke of luck, as she stumbles around in the pool, her feet catch the ball, hitting it. The ball then flies outside of the pool, landing on the hard floor of the facility.

"Oh!" he exclaims as he watches everything unfold. "That was something else."

After a few moments, Chaeyoung recovers her footing and is then left standing in the shallow pool, still disoriented from the tumble.

"Are you okay?" he asks, concerned.

She nods and raises her hand as if giving him a thumbs up. She wipes the water from her face and her hair, taking a few breaths as she recollects her thoughts.

"I'm okay," she chuckles, trying to catch her breath.

"That was quite a tumble you did," he comments, his voice full of concern.

"Yeah. I slipped," she replies, slightly shaking her head.

"I saw that," he giggles. "Are you good to go?"

"Yeah. Just a little bit dizzy," she reassures him, a hint of exhaustion in her tone.

"Okay. Let me just go get the ball," he says, getting off the pool to retrieve the ball.

"Wait. Where did it land?" she asks, scanning her surroundings for the lost item.

"It flew outside of the pool," he then pointed towards a spot outside. "Over there."

"Oh…" her eyes widen as she realizes her blunder. "I can't believe I kicked it that far."

He chuckles. "It happens to everyone. It's fine."

He quickly gets to where the ball is and picks it up.

"Let me get that," she says, moving towards him.

"Thanks," he smiles before softly tossing the ball to her. "Here you go."

"Oop!" she yelps, catching the ball in her hands. "Got it!"

"Nice catch," he praises her, smiling as he tosses himself into the pool.

"Thanks!" she smiles and waves, a hint of pride in her voice.

"Alright. Another round?" he asks, eager to start another round.

She nods. "Sure."

They again position themselves before resuming the game.

"Since you touched the ball before it went outside the pool," he says, looking at her. "The possession goes to me."

"Ah…" Chaeyoung sighs. "Fair enough."

He chuckles. "Don't worry. You'll get your chance to score."

"Yeah, yeah," she nods, smiling. "Do your worst."

She then throws the ball to him as they're about to start another round.

"No hard feelings?" he asks, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Nah," She chuckles.

"But don't underestimate me."

"We'll see about that," he smiles as the horns sound, resuming the game.

Chaeyoung’s partner immediately makes a beeline towards the goal. His slim yet muscular build allows him to cut through the water with ease. But Chaeyoung isn't just a pretty face, as her lithe frame helps her keep up with his speed. Together with her silly and rather "unorthodox" methods of blocking him from scoring, her strategy is paying off, even though her opponent is much bigger than her. Neither of them is advancing any further, the two seemingly in a deadlock.

"You're good at this," he asks, impressed.

"Am I now?" she replies, smiling.

"Yes," he grins. "You should consider doing water polo as a hobby."

"I guess I should," she responds, giggling.

He chuckles. "Good to hear."

Their game goes on for quite some time with them in the same spot, neither of them scoring anything.  Chaeyoung is doing everything she can to block his every move and eventually steal the ball from him, while her partner tries to get past her and keep the ball from her. They are growing tired of this stalemate, but neither of them is giving up anytime soon.

"Okay, now…" he suddenly pauses, raising his arms in the air.

"Eh?" Chaeyoung is left confused. "What now?"

"Time to score," he makes a sudden dash towards the goal.

"Hey! Wait!" she yelps, attempting to block him.

His sudden burst of energy catches her off guard and causes her to stumble again. He quickly uses this opportunity to gain more ground. He is slowly getting past her.

"Wait up… Nghh!" she groans as she desperately tries to catch up to him.

"This is it!" he declares, his voice filled with excitement.

He then winds up his arms for a throw. But as he is doing so, Chaeyoung quickly recovers and desperately halts his movements just in time, her arms locking with his, rendering him unable to shoot the ball.

"No, you won't!" She grunts, determined to stop him.

He is left powerless as he feels her strength, her hands clasping his tightly.

"Woah! You're strong," he gasps, taken aback by her power.

She looks at him, her eyes gleaming with confidence and determination.

"Not gonna let that happen!"

They continue to struggle against each other, their bodies touching as they attempt to overcome one another. As the situation for the first goal becomes tense, their clashing bodies cause them to stumble and fall into the water. But even after falling, Chaeyoung's hands remain firm on his, determined not to lose. In such desperation, she tries to grab a hold of him in any way that she can. She manages to get a grip on his waist, but that's when things take a turn for the worse.

As Chaeyoung’s partner finds a way to let go of her, her hands unknowingly grab her trunks. With not a lot of options in his hands, he decides to just sprint for the goal. But as he does so, her tight grip causes the trunks to slide off his waist, revealing his privates.

"What the?" his eyes widened, caught off guard by what happened.

"Ahh!" she lets out a yelp, surprised.

His face flushes in embarrassment as he tries to cover his private area with the ball in his arms.

"Wait a minute. Lemme just…" He fumbles around, trying to pull his trunks back up.

"Ah! Uhh… Sorry!" she apologizes, feeling flustered.

"Heheh… No worries," he giggles, feeling awkward about the situation.

She blushes, avoiding his gaze. "I'm really sorry about that."

"No, really. It's all good," he says, smiling.

"I wasn't thinking that…" she says, shaking her head.

"No need to worry. It was an accident," he says, grinning.

"Right," she responds, nodding. "Still, I'm really sorry."

"It's alright," he reassures her. "We can still continue the game."

"Mhmm… Sure," she nods, still looking flustered from the incident.

"Hmmm…" he inspected her for a moment, thinking. "Are you sure you're good?"

"Yes. I'm fine," she replies, nodding.

"Okay. If you say so," he responds.

"But how about we take a break?"

"Can we?" she asks, feeling excited at the thought.

"Sure. Seems like we both could use a breather," he says, grinning.

"Well… Alright then," she giggles.

He then extends his hand, gesturing at her to take his hand.

"Shall we?"

She grabs her hand as he helps her get back up.

"Thanks," she says, smiling.

"No problem," he grins.

They then get off the pool, walking towards a row of lounge chairs placed nearby.

"Ahh…" she sighs as she sits on the chair stretching her body. "That was exhausting."

"Yeah," he nods as he hands her over a pair of towels. "But was it fun?"

"Definitely!" she smiles as she grabs one of the towels. "Thank you, by the way."

“Don't mention it," he grins. "So how about some drinks?"

"I would love to," she smiles as she wraps herself in the towel. "I'll wait here if that's alright with you."

Chaeyoung's partner then heads over to the bar nearby to get some refreshments. She is left to her thoughts, thinking about how the game went so far.

“Jeez. This is really exciting.”

A smile spreads across her face, feeling delighted about the current situation. She then feels a slight tingle down her thighs, as if she's getting turned on.

"Nghh… This is bad," she whispers to herself, stroking her thighs, attempting to calm her urges.

She then looks at where her partner is, watching him grab a couple of drinks at the bar. He seems to be taking his time doing so.

The coast is clear.

She shifts her thighs, trying to ease the sensation. But instead of stopping, it only gets stronger. She lets out a soft moan, her body feeling the familiar heat.

"No, not here," she whispers to herself, her hands stroking her thighs, attempting to calm her urges.

As if she can't control her body anymore, her fingers wander downwards. A sudden wave of pleasure washes over her as her fingers gently touch her pussy.

"Fuck… So good," she murmurs, her fingers continuing to play with her wet lips.

Chaeyoung, unable to resist the temptation, decides to give in. Her fingers continue to tease her body, her pussy getting wetter with each touch. She begins to slowly up the pace, muffling her moans as her fingers thrust in and out of her pussy.

"Hngh!" she hisses, biting her lip. "So close…."

She begins to quicken her pace, her fingers plunging deep into her pussy. The intense stimulation causes her legs to buckle, her toes curling with pleasure.

"Ugh… Yes…" she gasps, her fingers fucking her pussy fast.

Her fingers reach deeper into her, sending a powerful surge of pleasure up her spine. She is close to the climax.

But just as she's about to reach her orgasm, the sudden sound of her partner's voice causes her to freeze in her tracks.

"Hey, Chaeyoung…" his voice rings in her ears.

Her eyes dart towards the direction of the voice. He's getting close.

"Shit! What timing," she hisses, frustrated, quickly removing her hand from her pussy.

She then quickly pulls her hands up and wipes her juices on the towel. She adjusts her sitting position afterward, trying to make herself look natural.

“Sorry, I took so long,” he apologizes as he hands her a cold bottle of soda. “Here’s your drink.”

"Oh! T-thank you," she replies, her hands shaking as she grabs the bottle.

"Hmmm…" he looks at her, curious. "Are you okay?"

"M-me? Yeah! I'm fine," she replies, laughing awkwardly.

“Are you sure?” he continues to stare at her, looking as if he doesn't believe her. “You look red.”

"R-red? Me?" she giggles awkwardly. “I-it’s probably the… Heat. Yes! T-that’s it.”

"Well…" he says, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know if I grabbed a good drink for you. The bar doesn't seem to have much to offer."

"It's fine! T-this is nice," she giggles.

"Well that's good to hear," he smiles, before laying down on the chair next to her.

She opens her bottle and gulps down half of the content as if her throat is parched.

"Phew…" she sighs, wiping her mouth.

"You seem thirsty," he comments.

His sudden query almost made Chaeyoung spill her drink.

"T-thirsty?" she frantically responds, almost stuttering.

"Yeah. You seem to be sipping your drink fast," he points out.

"Ahh… That. Hehehe," she awkwardly giggles, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "Well, y’know… It's been a hot day."

"Yeah. It sure is," he replies, relaxing his body. "This weather makes me feel hot and sticky."

"Sticky, huh…" she murmurs to herself, trying to keep her composure.

"So how's the game so far? You're holding up well," he compliments her, a playful grin on his face.

"Ah, yes," she nods, laughing. "I, uhh… I'm doing my best."

"You have the makings of a good water polo player," he adds, his grin growing wider.

"Is that so?" she continues to laugh, her cheeks blushing.

"You gave me a hard score, after all," he remarks, chuckling.

"I did, didn't I?" she giggles, feeling embarrassed.

"Yeah. You're creative in your tactics, too," he adds.

"C-creative?" she asks, curious.

"Well, you know…" he then slightly tugs her swimming trunks, reminding her of the silly incident earlier.

"O-oh," she blushes, remembering what happened. "That one…"

"It was a pretty bold move if you ask me," he chuckles, amused.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," she apologizes, looking embarrassed.

"You don't have to apologize," he says, his voice calm.

"I… I got so into the game that I didn't notice what I was doing," she explains, looking embarrassed.

"Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, right?" he jokes, smirking. "I might even do the same thing if the situation calls for it."

Chaeyoung's eyes then widened, surprised at his answer. "R-really? You mean…"

"Just kidding!" he bursts into laughter, finding her reaction amusing. "You're only in your underwear, so I wouldn't consider doing that."

"But you're only wearing trunks yourself!" she exclaims, chuckling. "We're pretty much on the same boat here."

"So are you proposing an 'equal' fight, then?" he grins, teasing her.

"Well… I mean…" Chaeyoung blushes, feeling shy. "Ah! Forget what I said."

"Come on now. Don't get shy on me," he teases, smirking.

She hesitates to let out what's on her mind. Granted her sexual frustration and her partner's teasing are getting the better of her, but she eventually gives in.

"Fine," she grumbles.

"So what is it?" he asks, his voice calm and patient.

"Well," she pauses for a moment, her eyes wandering. "I was just saying that maybe it's okay if we could just—"

The horn suddenly blares aloud, interrupting her speech.

"Oh. Time's up already?" he asks, getting back up.

Chaeyoung then sighs at the impeccable timing. "So it is."

"Well, shall we go back?" he asks, lending her a hand to stand up.

"Sure," she replies, nodding. "Let's go."

They then both head back into the water to continue where they left off. They are left with 23 minutes on the clock.

"Ready for more?" he asks, smiling.

She smiles, her body ready. "Yeah. Let's do this!"

And with another loud blare of the horn, the game resumes.

Both of them hauls ass towards the middle, trying to get to the ball first. Chaeyoung manages to reach the ball first and firmly grasps it with both hands.

"Aha!" she declares. "Got it!"

"Nicely done!" her partner applauds her, smiling.

"Hehe… Thanks," she replies, giggling. "Now it's my turn!"

She does all she can to reach the goal as fast as she can. However, his athletic frame makes him move to block it before she can reach it.

"I want to see you try scoring again," he says, smirking.

"Aish…" She grunts, her eyes determined. "We'll see about that."

As Chaeyoung approaches the goal, she slowly thinks of a way to overcome him. An idea then suddenly pops into her head, giving her a newfound motivation.

"Okay…" she mumbles, as she comes up with a plan.

"Ready when you are," he firmly stands in his position, his eyes fixed on the ball.

Suddenly, she then attempts a flurry of fake shots, jumping in all directions in the hopes of baiting him to fall off-balance. As silly as she looks, her partner reacts in kind, trying to block her in every direction she jumps.

"I'm gonna get you!" she declares, giggling.

"Try if you can," he retorts, his grin widening.

As competitive as they get, a glimmer of joy and fun is present in their eyes. They're having fun. The fierce tension in the air doesn't stop them from enjoying themselves.

After a few moments, Chaeyoung finally takes the bait and dashes straight towards the goal, the ball in her hand. Her partner follows suit, hoping to stop her. They both rush towards each other to accomplish their own plans. As they come closer to each other and the tension continues to rise, Chaeyoung decides to jump out of the water as high as she can and throws the ball towards the goal.

"Get in there!" she yells as she lets go of the ball.

He reacts by reaching for the ball with his hand, attempting to block the shot.

"Got it!" he said in glee.

But in the nick of time, Chaeyoung swats the ball away with her hands, sending it upwards towards the goal.

They were frozen in their tracks, watching where the ball would land. A mix of emotions fills them both as it comes nearer to the goal.

"Did I score?"

"Did she miss?"

The ball then touches the edge of the goal, sending it bouncing to the side and landing a few inches away from the goal line.

"Agh! No!" Chaeyoung cries as the ball falls short of the goal.

"Whew! That was a close one," her partner exclaims, a bit exhausted.

He then rushes to recover the ball, attempting to score his own. But despite her failed attempt, she is quick to react and runs for her side of the pool to defend her goal.

"No way am I letting you score that easily!" she declares, smirking

He chuckles. "Good. Bring it on, then."

He winds up his arms for a big throw, while she prepares herself for his next move. He throws the ball as high as he can, far from her reach. But Chaeyoung isn't going to let him win that easily. She jumps another time, and with her long reach, is able to grab the ball in mid-air. It sends the ball out of bounds, outside the pool.

"Nice!" she exclaims, pumping her fist in the air.

"Ugh…" he groans, slightly annoyed. "That was a good block."

"Thanks," she smiles. "I have a good opponent."

"I'm honored," he chuckles.

After exchanging compliments and a few seconds of rest, they again prepare themselves for more water polo. They continue to attempt to score a goal for themselves as the other party tries their best to block their every move. Their restraints are slowly coming off as the two of them are willing to get up close and personal with each other during the game. With how serious the two of them are getting, Chaeyoung's partner can't help but exert a bit of his strength tussling against her. His hands, in a desperate attempt to retrieve the ball, accidentally end up grasping the softness of her butt

"Hngh!" she suddenly lets out a sharp gasp.

"Oh. Sorry!" he apologizes, retracting his hands.

"It… It's fine," she quickly recovers, smiling. "D-don't worry about it."

"Alright then," he says, still looking a bit apologetic.

They continue playing, but the situation seems to have shifted into a more sexual one. It's evident in their eyes the fire that makes them determined to win the challenge. But at the same time, the same fire emanates a more intense passion between the two of them. Gone are the subtleties they have for each other from the first few minutes of the challenge, now they're going all out, showing no signs of holding back.

As the game goes on, the two's bodies are getting closer and closer. Their touches aren't accidental anymore. They're deliberate, seeking a certain sensation from each other. And as their excitement grows, so does the tension in the air. The desire to get to each other becomes more apparent with each passing moment. This isn't just a game anymore. It has become a test of wills—a battle to see who'll succumb first. Getting physical is the name of the game, after all. 

A few moments later, they again find themselves at a stalemate, the two staring at each other intently, neither giving up their guard.

"You're getting better at this," he comments, smirking.

She chuckles. "Not gonna let you score that easily."

"You think so, huh?" he asks, teasing her.

"Yeah, you bet," she replies, smirking.

"Well have at it, then," he says, challenging her.

As they are about to have another go, the horn blares out loud, catching their attention.

"Huh? Is it over already?" Chaeyoung asks, surprised.

"Doesn't seem like it," her partner responds, his gaze fixated on his timer. "We still have several minutes to go."

"Hmmm… Then what seems to be the—oh! Look at the screen."

They both then turn their heads toward the big screen in the middle. A message is being displayed, informing the players of another challenge.

"ATTENTION BOTH PLAYERS:

As neither player hasn't scored so far, we have decided to change the current challenge."

They are both confused, not expecting this sudden change.

"What does that mean?" Chaeyoung asks, perplexed.

"I have no idea," her partner shrugs. "Let's see what else is there to know."

The message on the screen changes again. It reads the following:

“SPOTLIGHTING CHALLENGE: SPLASH & BLAST

1. Can you be the best lover in the pool?

2. Try and make your partner cum as much as possible! There are no rules!"

3. Whoever cums the most loses.

4. Win this mission to earn your group a reward.

GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN!"

"Huh? What in the world is that?" Chaeyoung exclaims after reading the text on the screen, blushing.

"Woah!" his jaw drops, his eyes wide. "That's some challenge."

"So, are we really gonna…" she asks, looking at him, her face flustered.

"Looks like our game took a different turn, didn't it?" he chuckles, smiling at her.

"Yeah. I guess so," she giggles, her hands fiddling.

"Shall we… Do the challenge?" he asks, curious as to how she'll react.

She hesitates, her mind conflicted. However, the need to fulfill her lust and desires seems to overwhelm her, as she has no choice but to go with it.

"Uhmm… You see," she starts to say, her tone soft and a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

"You haven't done this yet, have you?" he asks, his expression calm.

"I mean…" Chaeyoung fiddles with her fingers, not looking him in the eye. "N-not that I haven't, but…"

"It's fine," he reassures her, smiling. "Bad experience?"

She shakes her head. "N-not with the real one, at least."

"I see," he nods, his hand grazing over her arm. "It's alright. We can just take it slow."

"Y-yeah, I guess…" she nods, agreeing.

They slowly approach each other, their bodies becoming closer and closer. They stare at each other's eyes, their bodies shivering. He then reaches out his hand and gently holds her chin, lifting it up, his face moving closer. She feels the warmth of his breath, their lips a mere centimeter apart.

"So, shall we begin?" he whispers, his voice soft and gentle.

She doesn't respond. Instead, she closes her eyes and presses her lips against his, sealing the deal.

Their bodies are pressed against each other, their skin touching, as the kiss grows deeper and longer. She wraps her arms around his waist, her hands touching his back. He, on the other hand, moves his hand down her hips, grabbing her buttocks.

"Mmmh…" she moans softly as their tongues intertwine.

Chaeyoung’s partner then slowly moves his hands towards her breast, his fingers fondling it. She lets out another soft moan, feeling his fingers rub her nipple.

"Feeling good?" he asks, breaking the kiss.

She nods, "Y-yes…"

He smiles, happy to see her reaction.

"I'll take it further," he says as he begins kissing her neck.

"Ahh… That tickles," she giggles, his kisses causing her body to tingle.

He continues to kiss her neck, his tongue tracing the curves of Chaeyoung's delicate skin. She moans softly, enjoying the sensation. His hand then slowly moves downwards, cupping her buttocks.

"Mnnh!" she gasps, his hands kneading her ass.

He smirks, amused at her reaction.

"Liking it?" he asks, grinning.

"Ahhh! Y-yes," she stammers, her body shuddering.

"Good," he says, his tone gentle. "I hope you're ready for more."

He continues to knead her soft butt, his hands grabbing a handful of her soft, round flesh. She lets out a series of moans, her body shivering with pleasure.

"Ahh, fuck…" she moans, her breathing getting heavy.

Her partner then continues his advance. As he moves his lips down her neck and onto her chest, he slowly unclasps her drenched bra, freeing her breasts from its confinement.

"Oh, wow… Chaeyoung-ah," he whispers, his eyes fixed on her chest.

Chaeyoung's nipples are already erect and glistening with the water from the pool. He then looks at her, his eyes burning with lust and desire.

"How cute," he whispers, his fingers gently tracing her nipples.

"Not there, not—hngh!" she whimpers, her body jolting from the touch.

He then continues to fondle her breasts, his fingers massaging her nipples. Her face turns red, feeling a tingling sensation in her body.

"Fuck… So good…" she pants, her voice soft and weak.

"You're really sensitive here, aren't you?" he teases, his voice playful.

Chaeyoung nods, her face flushed. "I… I'm just not used to—nghh!."

He chuckles, finding her reaction adorable.

"Let's move on to something else, then," he says, his voice calm.

"W-what is it? What are we going to—"

He places his index finger on her lips, signaling her to stop talking.

"Hush, Chaeyoung."

Her partner then lowers himself and grabs her panties, slowly sliding them off. He tosses her soaked underwear outside the pool, leaving her fully naked.

Chaeyoung attempts to cover her body with her hands as much as she can, her cheeks burning from the embarrassment.

"I-I hope you're l-liking the view," she stutters, her face turning a deep shade of red.

"Of course I do," he replies, his voice firm.

"I-I don't think I'm that—"

"Shhh…" he again interrupts her. "There's no need to be shy."

"O-okay…" she replies, nodding.

"Just relax and let me take care of you," he says, his voice soft and gentle.

His words send shivers down her spine, her body shivering from his words.

He slowly moves Chaeyoung's hand that covers her crotch and spreads her legs open, exposing her wet pussy.

"Such a pretty sight," he murmurs, admiring her glistening pussy.

"Mmmh… Can you stop?" she groans, her pussy aching with need.

"Oh, I’m sorry," he chuckles, his hands gently caressing her thighs.

"I'll get right into it."

"P-please… I can't wait," she stammers, her face red.

His hands slowly move upwards towards her inner thighs, his fingers grazing her delicate skin.

"So soft… So warm," he whispers, his fingers touching her folds.

"Aah! T-that's so good," she whimpers, her breathing getting heavy.

His fingers continue to explore her wet pussy, his fingertips caressing her sensitive clit.

"You're so wet, Chaeyoung," he teases, his fingers brushing against her swollen clit.

"T-that's because we… We're in w-water," she stutters, her body trembling.

"Excuses, excuses," he laughs, his tone playful. "You know what I mean."

"I-I can't help it!" she whines, her face flushed. "You're making me… Feel s-so good."

"Then let me make you feel even better," he says, his fingers now slowly penetrating her tight pussy.

"Ahh! Oh fuck," she yelps, her body shivering.

"Looks like you liked that," he whispers, his fingers pumping inside her.

She nods in response, her body shuddering with each thrust.

He adds another finger, his digits begin to thrust faster and harder.

"Fuck. So tight," he compliments, his voice husky. "You're taking my fingers so well"

"Ahhh! It's so… Deep!" Chaeyoung moans, her eyes shut tight.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he asks, his fingers moving at a steady pace.

"Y-yes! Oh, shit. Yes!" she stammers, her body shuddering.

"Looks like you can't last much longer," he teases, his fingers continuing their assault.

"P-please… I'm gonna…" she looks at him with pleading eyes.

"Then go ahead. Cum for me," he commands, his fingers plunging deep.

Her body shakes as her orgasm approaches. She tries to grip whatever part of his body as best she can as her muscles tighten.

"I’m… I'm gonna!" she pants, her eyes squeezed shut.

"That's it, Chaeyoung. Just let go," he encourages, his voice gentle.

Finally, her body twitches and shudders, her pussy squeezing his fingers as her orgasm hits her hard. Her hips buck wildly, her body squirming as waves of pleasure wash over her. She elicits a loud moan as her pussy contracts, her juices spraying all over his hand.

"Yes! Oh fuck!" she yells, her body spasming.

"Good girl," he compliments her, his fingers still thrusting inside her.

"I'm cumming! Fuck! I'm cumming!" she cries, her voice quivering.

"Keep cumming," he instructs as he continues to finger her, his fingers reaching deeper inside her.

"Please! Ahhh!" she moans, her body shivering with ecstasy.

"Come on, Chaeyoung. Let it all out," he says, his voice calm.

"I-I can't! I'm gonna… I'm gonna—ahhh!" she screams, her pussy squeezing his fingers one last time before releasing a huge gush of fluid, like a floodgate bursting open to the pool.

"Yes! Yes! Agh!" she screams, her body convulsing as she cums, her juices spraying onto her partner's hand.

He slowly pulls out his fingers, his hands sticky from her fluids.

"You sure did cum a lot, Chaeyoung," he comments, a playful grin on his face.

She doesn't answer, her face red, her body shivering with aftershocks. Her chest heaves, her breaths coming in ragged pants.

"So how was it?" he asks, curious about her thoughts.

"I'm… I can't think," she murmurs, her voice weak.

He chuckles, amused by her reaction.

"Seems like you liked that," he says, his tone teasing.

As much as she hates to admit it, she replies with a subtle nod.

"Though I hope you're ready for more," he whispers, grinning.

"Fuck. You're gonna be the death of me," she grunts, her breath still shaky.

"Don't worry," he replies, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I'll be more gentle this time."

"For some reason, I don't believe you," she responds, her voice a mix of frustration and excitement.

"Oh, come on. I promise," he replies, his tone playful.

She sighs at his silly plea. "Fine. Whatever."

"So, anything on your mind?" he asks her, an excited glint in his eye.

Chaeyoung tries to think of something interesting to do with her partner. After a few seconds, she giggles before looking at him with a seductive smirk.

"How about…" she pauses for a moment, trying to build the tension.

"What is it?" he asks, his eyebrow raised.

"Hmmm… Come with me first!" She then grabs his arm and pulls him towards the edge of the pool.

He complies and allows her to drag him with her. Once they reach the edge, she pulls him in for a kiss before playfully pushing him, his back now against the wall.

"What now?" he asks, curious.

She doesn't reply, instead, her hands slowly move downwards. He gets the message and lets her work on removing his swimming trunks.

Chaeyoung's delicate hands slowly pull his shorts down, freeing his half-hard member. It seems that it hasn't reached its full size yet, but her eyes are fixed on such a huge object.

"Mmmh… It's so big," she murmurs, her eyes staring at his cock.

"I'm flattered," he smirks, his voice calm yet playful.

"You must be popular with the girls," she says, a playful smile on her face.

He chuckles. "You can say that."

She continues to stroke his member, her soft hands rubbing against his shaft. He closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her hands touching his skin.

"Ooh… Yeah," he groans. "You feel so nice."

"T-thank you," she giggles, her eyes glimmering with lust. "I'm trying to make this fucking cock bigger."

"Well, you're doing a good job," he grins, his cock slowly growing hard.

"Glad you're liking it," she replies as her pace gets faster, her hands quickly moving up and down his cock.

"Ugh… That's so good," he grunts, his hips rocking as her hands work their magic on his throbbing shaft.

"Enjoying the service?" she teases a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"Why wouldn't I?" he responds, his voice calm. "You're good at this."

She giggles, amused at his comment. "Beginner's luck, I guess."

"I can't tell if you're serious or joking," he replies, chuckling.

"Who knows?" she winks. "Does it matter?"

He pulls Chaeyoung closer, their faces mere inches from each other. The tension between the two continues to build, their breaths coming out hot and heavy as they stare into each other's eyes.

"Not in the slightest," he says, his tone deep and husky.

Without warning, his lips crash into hers, his hands pulling her even closer. His tongue slides into her mouth, exploring every inch of her soft, warm cavity. The young lady, as inviting as ever, reciprocates with an eagerness of her own.

Their tongues intertwine, their lips locked together. The two are locked in a passionate embrace as if they are two lovers who haven't seen each other in years. They continue to press their bodies against each other, their breaths becoming louder and hotter as the kiss becomes more intense.

As their kiss grows more and more passionate, his cock throbs in her hands, her pace getting faster and faster. As his shaft becomes harder and harder in her hands, it pulsates and begins to twitch.

"Are you close?" Chaeyoung breaks the kiss, a seductive smile can be seen on her face.

He nods, his cock fully erect and ready to burst.

The response from her partner causes her to increase her pace, her soft, delicate hands stroking his shaft vigorously. His hips begin to rock, his breathing getting heavier and faster.

"F-fuck… I'm so close…"

"Yes. Let it out," she purrs, her voice sultry. "Give me all of it."

"Chaeyoung-ah, I'm gonna…"

With one final stroke, his cock bursts, releasing a massive load of thick, white cum, covering her hands. She does her best to catch all of his semen in her hands, but the excessive amount he releases proves to be too much for her to handle and drips to the water below. She continues to stroke his shaft, milking his cock as her hands are fully covered in his seed.

"Oh, fuck…" he groans, his cock twitching as his load spurts out of his cock.

"You liked that, didn't you?" she asks, smirking.

"Hell yeah, I did," he chuckles, his body feeling exhausted.

"I can see why you're popular with the girls," she teases, her fingers scooping his seed and licking it off her fingers.

"Delicious."

He smiles. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"But.." she smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief. "The game's not over yet."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Chaeyoung quickly lowers herself, her face now positioned right in front of his member. Without hesitation, she engulfs his cock with her mouth, her lips wrapping around the tip. Little by little, she forces herself to take his girthy shaft, her throat struggling to fit his length.

"H-hey!" he exclaims, surprised at her bold move.

She ignores her partner and continues to suck his cock, her pace increasing. Her mouth makes slurping noises, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks him vigorously.

"Mmmh," she hums, his cock deep in her mouth.

"F-fuck… That's so good," he moans, his voice heavy with pleasure.

"I know," she mumbles, her lips wrapped around his cock.

"God… So good," he growls, his hips moving.

She continues to suck him, her head bobbing up and down his shaft. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with lust and desire looking straight at him. Her eyes are like that of a predator, her prey now at her mercy.

"Ugh, shit…" he mutters, his breathing becoming heavier. "You're eager to get ahead of me, huh?"

She didn't answer. But her increase in speed and intensity is proof of her determination to beat him.

"Yes, that's it. Just like that," he praises, his voice heavy with arousal. "Fuck… Your mouth feels so fucking good."

She retreats and releases his member, a thick strand of cum and saliva connecting his swollen tip and her soft lips.

"Hope you don't mind me getting another point," she teases, a playful grin on her face.

"Just get on with it, " he grunts, smiling. "Fuck, you're a lewd sight."

"Oh shut up and enjoy, will you?" She teases, her tone sultry.

"You don't have to ask me twice," he chuckles, amused.

Chaeyoung again engulfs his shaft, her tongue lapping on his sensitive skin. She takes him whole in one go this time, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Her eager attempt causes her to choke, but she does her best to not gag.

"Fuck… You're too good," he praises, his voice shaking.

She resumes to suck his cock, her head moving up and down his shaft. Her throat quickly adjusts to his size, allowing her to take him in deeper and deeper. Her eyes never leave him, her gaze fixated on him as her mouth is full of his member, her head bobbing furiously.

"Fuck! I think I'm gonna cum again," he grunts, his breathing becoming ragged.

Like a signal, her pace increases. She is determined to make him cum again. She wants more of his semen. She is hungry for it.

"H-holy fuck," he pants, his eyes shutting tight. "I'm close, Chaeyoung!"

Her pace increases even more, her head wildly bobbing up and down his length as she attempts to make him cum. She can't seem to resist his taste, as if it's a drug.

"S-shit… I'm gonna explode!" he growls, his body twitching.

She feels his cock pulsating in her mouth, his length fully erect and ready to burst. She drives herself to the brink of madness, her pace so fast and violent that she begins to gag. She doesn't care. She wants his semen. She needs it.

With a loud, guttural moan, his hips buck and his cock explodes, sending a massive load of his hot seed inside her mouth. Her eyes widen as she struggles to take it all in, but his release is too much, catching her off guard. A thick trail of his cum drips out of her mouth and down her chin. She gags and chokes, but she does her best to swallow every last drop. His orgasm continues for a few moments longer, his load continuing to spew inside her mouth, his cock pulsating and throbbing.

"Fuck! S-so good," he pants, his body shuddering.

After an almost non-stop stream of cum, his cock finally stops releasing, and Chaeyoung slowly withdraws from him. Thick strands of his semen and saliva connect his shaft and her lips, making an erotic mess of her. It seems crazy how such a pretty girl like her can look even more attractive with the amount of cum on her face.

"Goddamn," he says, his breathing heavy. "That was amazing."

She licks her lips clean, his cum still dripping down her chin.

"How was it, hmmm?" she asks, her voice sultry.

"Amazing. Best blowjob ever."

"Good," she smiles, her expression smug. "I can tell you enjoyed it."

"You bet I did."

"It's not everyday an idol would give anyone a… Special fanservice."

"Guess I'm a lucky fan, then."

"Lucky indeed. Though the game's not over yet, is it"

"What do you mean? I already came twice."

"Doesn't mean we're done, does it?"

Despite spurting such a huge amount twice in a row, her words seem to excite him still. His cock springs back to life, already at half-mast.

"You're right," he grins, leaning closer to her. "We're not done yet."

"That's the spirit," she smiles. "Though I'll be taking the lead."

"Oh?"

"You can rest for a bit," she says, her tone playful.

"You think I can't keep up with you?" he asks in an intrigued yet playful tone.

"Not really," she giggles. "You just look like you're about to pass out."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah," she replies, chuckling. "And what are you gonna do about it?"

Feeling challenged, he quickly grabs Chaeyoung by her legs and lifts her up the water.

"I'm gonna show you that I can still keep up," he growls, his eyes full of determination.

"W-woah!" she yelps, taken aback by his sudden move. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you a ride," he responds, his hands firmly gripping her thighs.

"Eh? A r-ride?"

"That's right," He nods, smiling. His cock slightly grazes against her inner thighs, slowly nearing her crotch. "You wanted to lead, right?"

"Yeah, but—"

"Then here's your chance," he interrupts, grinning.

"Wait, what are you—oh! Oh fuck!" she gasps, suddenly feeling his cock penetrating her pussy.

He enters her with a powerful thrust, his shaft sliding all the way inside her tight, warm walls.

"Shit. So tight," he groans, his cock throbbing inside her.

"F-fuck… Y-you're so big!" she whimpers, feeling his girth stretching her insides.

"And you're soaking wet, Chaeyoung," he smirks, amused.

"W-what are you talking about? I'm not—ahh!" she moans, her body jolting with every thrust.

"I'm not gonna let you win that easily," he grunts, his pace slow but firm.

"Oh yeah? Nghh! Y-you… Think you're gonna w-win?"

"Still underestimating me, huh?" he growls, his fingers digging into her fleshy butt.

Despite the tough shell she displays, his aggressive moves make her moan involuntarily. Her arms wrap around his neck, while her legs lock around his waist. Try as she might, the immense pleasure seems to be flooding her inhibitions away.

"Nghh! F-fuck…" 

"You're liking this, huh?" her partner taunts her as his pace quickens.

"Ahh… S-so good," she whispers, her voice shaking.

"That's what I thought," he smirks.

He continues to pound her with his cock, his shaft reaching her deepest depths.

"F-fuck! D-don't… Go faster!" Chaeyoung screams, her face flushed.

"Who do you think will win, huh?" he teases, his voice full of arrogance.

"Fuck you!" she snaps, her body trembling.

"I like it when you talk dirty," he chuckles, amused.

He thrusts his cock deep inside her, causing her to gasp.

"Nghhh! Shit!" she yells, her pussy tightening around his shaft.

"Feeling good?"

"N-no! I'm just… Mhhh!" she protests, her voice weak.

"Just admit it," he says, his cock pulsating inside her.

"Aghhh! T-that's cheating!" she complains, her body shuddering.

"Excuses, excuses…" he smirks, his thrusts becoming deeper and stronger.

"I'm gonna… W-win, you know," she boasts, challenging him.

"Really, huh?" he chuckles, looking at her dazed eyes. "Looks like you can't even think properly."

"You're just… Nghhh! You're moving too fast!" she exclaims, her voice weak.

"Then if that's the case…" he then walks slowly towards the pool stairs, his cock still deep inside her.

"W-what are you… Hahh! What are you doing?"

"Giving you a proper ride," he says, his tone smug.

He takes slow but heavy steps as he carries her towards the pool stairs, making her squeal with each movement.

"You… Y-you're so mean," she whines, her pussy tightening.

"Sorry, Chaeyoung. But we're against each other here," he says, his eyes full of mischief.

"Fuck!" she whispers angrily to herself in frustration.

"What's the matter?" he taunts, his cock sliding inside her with ease.

"N-nothing… Hngh!" she grunts, her teeth gritting.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Fuck! Just… Just fucking fuck me! Goddammit!" Chaeyoung admittedly yells, her face red and flushed.

"Now that's more like it," he smirks, amused.

Her partner resumes his relentless assault, pounding her hard and deep as they near the edge of the pool. Chaeyoung's moans are getting louder and louder, her body quivers as if she got shocked by lightning.

"Shit… You're so big…" she whispers, her body shaking with pleasure.

"Feeling good, aren't you?" he taunts, his pace steady.

"Nghh… No!" she replies, her trembling in frustration and pleasure. "T-this is… Fuck!"

"That's what I thought," he sneers.

"Ahhh! When are you gonna stop?" she whines, her voice full of desperation.

"When I'm done," he answers, his tone casual.

"Y-you…" she grunts, her face red. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Of course," he answers with a smug grin on his face.

"Oh, fuck me…" she whispers, her breathing heavy.

"Looks like someone's getting close," he comments, his voice full of amusement.

"No I'm not! I'm—fuck!" she snaps, her voice shaking.

"Come on. You're denying it but you're pussy's getting tighter," he teases.

"Nghh… Fine!" she finally gives in.

"I'm… Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

"There we go," he smirks, his cock throbbing. "An honest answer."

"B-but… Not before you!" she shouts, her pussy squeezing his cock.

"Heh. Still got some fight left in you, huh?"

"M-maybe… I-I don't know!" she yells, her face red.

"Well, if that's the case, then I better make sure you can't keep up," he sneers, his cock pounding her with reckless abandon as he exits the pool. Despite his aggressive movements, he gently lowers Chaeyoung to the pool’s deck, his cock never leaving the tight embrace of her walls.

He then continues his relentless assault, his thrusts deep and rough. He moves his hands to her breasts and starts to massage her perky, erect nipples.

"F-fuck… Not my nipples!" she whimpers, her pussy clenching around his shaft.

"Feels good, huh?"

"Hahh… Y-yes," she admits, her face flushed.

"There’s a good girl," he smiles, his fingers pinching her nipples. He then leans forward to suck on them, his tongue swirling around her sensitive nubs.

"Aghh! Don't suck on them!" she whines, her voice weak.

He doesn't answer. He keeps on sucking her nipple as his cock pounds her as deep and as hard as he could.

"Fuck! I'm gonna go crazy, you asshole!" she yells, her face red and hot.

"That's what I like to hear," he chuckles.

"But I'm not… Losing… To you!" Chaeyoung grunts, sounding determined despite her weak position.

"We'll see about that," her partner replies, his pace picking up.

"Ahhh! Fuck! You're going too fast!" she protests, her hands reaching for his back, her nails digging into his skin.

He continues his relentless assault, his pace unrelenting as his cock ravages her insides.

"S-stop…" she whispers, her body shivering with pleasure. "I can't take it anymore!"

"Then cum," he says, his breath heavy. "I know you want to."

"B-but… But I…"

"Shhh…" he shushes her. "I'll do it with you."

"Nghh… B-but I'm not gonna lose to—"

His lips interrupt her words, gently crashing into hers. Chaeyoung tries to resist, but her mind becomes blank as his tongue slides into her mouth.

Despite the feisty attitude she's showing towards him, she kisses him back as their tongues intertwine in a passionate dance. Gone are their antagonistic antics against each other, and the only evident thing are fervent thrusts and muffled moans from the two of them.

The tension builds and their kiss grows more intense. Their hips move together as one, their bodies grinding against each other. They are locked in a passionate embrace, their desire burning deep within them.

"Fuck," he groans. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”

"Aghh! S-stop… You're making me…" she stammers, her voice soft.

"Come on, Chaeyoung. Give me all you got," he whispers, his cock pounding her deep.

"F-fuck…" she grunts, her eyes squeezed shut. "I'm gonna cum again!"

"That's right," he coos in her ears. "Let me feel you cum."

"Y-yes!" she cries, her voice strained. "Oh shit… Ahh!"

With a loud moan, Chaeyoung’s pussy clenches his cock, her body convulsing as her orgasm hits her hard, waves of pleasure washing over her. She can't do anything but hold onto her partner’s back as her orgasm ravages her body, her arms and legs locked around him. Her juices spray uncontrollably out of her, covering his cock with her sticky fluids.

"Ahh! Fuck!" he yells, his body shivering as his orgasm approaches. "My turn… Hngh!"

"C-cum inside me, p-please…" she begs, her voice weak.

"Here it comes… Nrgh!"

After a few wild thrusts, his cock bursts inside her, releasing a huge load of his thick, hot seed. His hips rock and buck as his cock spews a massive stream of cum, his semen overflowing from her tight pussy.

"Yes! Oh fuck! Your cum feels so warm inside me," she moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

"Ugh… Take it all, Chaeyoung!" he growls as he continues to thrust all he's got inside her.

"Fuck… I can feel it coming out of my pussy," she moans, her pussy still squirting her fluids.

"Shit. You're so hot, Chaeyoung" he grunts and goes to kiss her once again.

"Mmmh… I love your cock," she purrs, her body shaking.

They continue this sensual moment, their bodies pressed together, their mouths locked in a passionate embrace. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure for the two of them, and they reveled every second of it. Despite being filmed, they didn't care. All that mattered was the moment they were sharing that burned deep within their minds.

As the intense lovemaking subsides, their lips break apart from each other. He withdraws himself from her, his cock covered with their mixed juices that connect from her freshly fucked pussy. He then moves a few inches away from her, trying to take a seated position with his exhausted body. Chaeyoung on the other hand, is left panting, her body trembling, her chest heaves for air and her pussy gushes out their mixed fluids, leaving a trail of love juice that pools below her.

"Hahh… Hah… Oh fuck…" he breathes, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

"Nghh… Are you… Okay?" Chaeyoung asks him, her voice barely audible.

"I'm… Whew. I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah… I'm… I think I'm good," she replies, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.

"Fuck… That was good," her partner groans, his voice heavy.

"Do you… Want more?" she proposes as she tries to lift herself up the floor into a more comfortable position.

He crawls towards her, his seemingly tired body ready for yet another round.

"If that's what you want…"

The young lady is already feeling the effects of his relentless assault, her body trembling as she anticipates his cock pounding her once more with reckless abandon. But the pleasure of having her insides ravaged by his girthy shaft is too much for her, and she is helpless to resist his advances.

"Mmmh… Keep going," she urges him on, her voice shaky.

But as they ready themselves to have another go, the buzzer rings, indicating that time is up.

"Huh? Already?" the young man groans.

"Looks like we got carried away," she giggles, her breathing heavy.

"Yeah," he snarls. "I got so lost in all that."

"So… Who won?" she asks, her tone curious.

"Not sure," he shrugs. "You?"

She looks confused.

“Me? I don’t know.”

The screen then showed the result of this rather interesting game:

"RESULTS:

3-2 in favor of Chaeyoung!

CONGRATULATIONS! You succeeded in the challenge!"

"Oh wow," he smiles.

"Really? I did! Yay!" she cheers, clapping her hands in excitement.

"Yeah, you did. Good job, Chaeyoung," her partner congratulates her, clapping his hands as well.

"Thank you!" she replies as she gives him a hug, her face beaming with joy.

"You're a great partner," he praises her. "It was a lot of fun."

"Thank you again," she blushes. She then looks around her.

"So what now?"

"I don't know," he shrugs. "No one told me what to do after the challenge."

The screen then shows a new message for the two of them:

"Congratulations on completing the challenge. The pair should then proceed to the final area after a signal in a few hours. In the meantime, you can do whatever you want together in this area. Have fun!"

"Huh. So we're gonna wait, then," Chaeyoung concludes, reading the message.

"Looks like it," he replies, shrugging.

"What are we supposed to do until then?"

"Who knows," he shrugs, then looks at her with a sly smile.

"We can… Start where we left off, you know?"

"Hmmm…" she smiles, her cheeks slightly turning pink. "We can do that."

"Fuck. Aren't you restless?"

Albeit struggling due to the intense fucking from earlier, Chaeyoung still chose to stand up on her feet, her legs wobbling. Luckily for her, he’s there to give assistance. She then gestures to her partner to stand up, to which he obliges. As soon as they've gathered their footing, she suddenly gives him a rather obvious gaze.

"M-maybe we can do something else first," she suggests, grinning mischievously.

"Uhh... What did you have in mind?" he asks, curious.

She then walks back towards the pool, gently tugging him along.

"I just want to swim around for a bit," she replies, smiling. "Do you mind joining me?"

"Sure," he replies, his eyes fixated on hers. "I suppose a little swim would be nice."

"Great." Chaeyoung beams with joy. 

"Let's go."

As the two dip their bodies into the pool, the camera follows them from above as they enjoy each other's company in the water. They swim around, playing and laughing together. They exchange more playful banters and even more sensual moments with one another. It is clear that the two of them have hit it off quite well, and the sexual tension between them continues to build. Even as the video fades to black, you know Chaeyoung and her partner are just getting started.

Two videos down, and many more to go. Reviewing videos for long periods is tiring, but not in this case. Instead of exhaustion, you are filled with renewed excitement and anticipation. With a quick check of the time, you realize that lunch break is coming up. But your stomach would have to wait.

You close the current window and open the next video file.

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Author’s Notes:

As promised, this is the next chapter of my "Spotlighting" series. It wasn't easy to pick an idea that'll suit Chaeyoung. I originally wanted her to do an "indoor surfing" challenge. But I quickly realize that I'd rather want her to be rag dolled by her partner than by the waves. 😂 And as wimpy as this tall squirrel can be, I don't think she'd back down from a challenge, especially when there's something promising on the line. So I guess playing water polo suits her.

Now that I thought of it... It's find it interesting for the idols to have some sort of "competition" with their partners. It really makes for some really wild ideas where neither of them is backing out, even when doing the deed. 😏

Once again, thank you to the people that helped me make this fic readable. 🤣 @digipigichopshop and @dnd-writes... Thank you so much, you two. 🙇 Be sure to follow them if you haven't already. As well as @braaan for another great poster. You guys are the best. 👍

Again, thank you very much for reading! 🙇

[dearest-and-nearest]

Spoilers about Taash's questline under the cut and many angry words

So, she is basically 12 year old teenager in body of fucking 20s girl. Oh, sorry "non-binary". She messes with Neve, who wears PANTS and unisex shirt, about her looks and that Taash doesn't want to wear dresses. And then there's shit like that

You can't call her out for shit like that. You can't be truly mean to her like you could to almost anyone in this series before. You could mock Alistair's hurt about Isolda's or Connor's death, but you cannot tell Taash that she's speaking shit. She is acting like being a woman is only wear dresses and act feminine and the worst? The game supports her in this. You can't tell her to shut up and that you don't care how poor little girl feels, you can only support and accept her.

And then she acts like "i don't want to act femminne, so i'm nonbinary" and that's offensive. It's misogynistic bullshit that relegates women to “dresses, makeup, pretty hair”. If you don't fit into that scheme, you're not a woman. You're trans, non-binary, whatever, but you're not a woman. And I find that kind of message misogynistic, yes. Because I happen to have short hair, pants in my closet, and “masculine” hobbies like video games and sports and stuff like that. And that does NOT make me less of a woman. And the very idea that if you're not feminine enough, you're not a woman is insulting.

And this game itself is constantly misogynistic. It doesn't let you create a woman with feminine proportions and big breasts in the editor. At best you'll have an androgynous character, at worst a man. I have zero problems with both categories, but I want to play as a WOMAN. A shapely, tall WOMAN, but for some reason now female breasts are offensive. They can't be added to the editor in sizes larger than B, and even characters who had them have lost them (like Isabela).

Speaking of which. She's in her 50s and yet she looks the same as she did 20 years ago in da2. Because again, you can't get old, you can't be “ugly” with not long enough hair and a pretty face, otherwise you're anything but a woman. And yes, it makes me angry. It makes me angry that under the guise of “progressivism” the erasure of women, the erasure of femininity and diversity and the replacement of that with “non-binary” and “trans” and whatever else is being promoted. Because even the topic with Taash's non-binarity could have been pitched any number of other ways, but Weeks chose to write the dialogs that way. You could have tried and created normal different models, but Busche decided to approve what they had.

I don't know who this game is aimed at. For kids there's sex, for adults there's too much dumb dialog and “Taash doesn't like skeletons” level conflicts. For right-wingers, there's too many pronouns and stuff like that, for progressives, there's this misogyny bullshit. I sincerely hope it fails, because otherwise we're in for more games like this. Games that restrict roleplay, cut gameplay, but feed you “nobody likes being a woman” bullshit that you can't even complain about. Bad games, made in a rush by lazy and untalented people, that try to sell under the sign of “progressive” when in fact the only progressive thing here is how developers economize on anything but what they should.

[moriwood]

Buzzer Beater Heartbeat — l.hs

lee heeseung x male reader fluff with a lil bit of angst 4k words

Heeseung shattered your belief that straight men could not be friends with gay men, even if he were a star basketball player and you were an editor in your university’s student publication. At one of his standout games, an old flame of his arrives, making you question if your feelings for him could truly remain platonic. In the aftermath, both of you grapple with the blurred lines between friendship and something more.

includes: college setting again woops, a homo and a homie dynamics, aespa’s karina is the drama (???) warning: n/a

Squeaking sneakers. Cheering crowds. Rhythmic thuds of a basketball against hardwood. Despite the cacophony, you carefully adjust the lens of your camera, capturing every highlight of an intense college basketball game. You focus on your best friend Heeseung, who just scored a three-pointer, already earning his team more than half of their points.

Heeseung blurs past the defenders, making shot after shot with little help from his teammates. You can’t help but feel pride swell within you as he pauses amid the game’s pressure to flash your camera a peace sign and a confident grin. His team is now ahead by over twenty points, and all signs point to another landslide victory for your college. As you lower your camera, you join the crowd’s chants, feeding into the infectious spirit of the moment.

The buzzer signals the end of the first half. You toss Heeseung his raggedy towel as he jogs over to you on the sidelines, hair sticking to his glistening sweat. He catches it with precision and gives you a cheeky wink.

“How’s the game so far?” Heeseung pants. 

“Killing it, man. I’ve got way more photos of you than anybody else,” you laugh. 

“Good! My baby’s eyes should only be on me and nobody else,” he huffs, taking a swig of his water jug before heading back to the coach. Your pulse quickens at the term of endearment Heeseung loves to use on you.

As Heeseung returns to the team, your attention is drawn to a group of girls entering the court. Their ID lanyards reveal them as students from the opposing college, and oh. There’s Karina. Karina, who Heeseung once fervently pursued but had been rejected by, came to the game. Seeing her stirs something bitter within you, knowing how broken she had left Heeseung months ago. You glance at your best friend, who seems to have noticed the new presence as well, offering her an awkward wave across the court. She politely waves back, flicking her hair back as she takes her seat.

The second half begins, and it’s as if a different Heeseung is dribbling the ball. His shots miss their mark, passes go astray, and he almost trips on his own feet. The opposing team has long recovered from the score gap Heeseung initially set, overtaking your college. Your heart sinks as you watch Heeseung’s confidence waver, attention divided, distracted.

You continue to take photos, albeit with less enthusiasm. Your photos now tell a different story from the first half. Heeseung was solely focused on the ball earlier, but now he keeps on glancing elsewhere. His eyes so easily drift towards Karina, and it is painfully clear that Heeseung is far from having moved on. 

The final buzzer reverberates amid the crowd’s silent disappointment and frustration. The game was over, and your best friend just had a monumental loss.

Karina celebrates with her friends, holding hands with a player from her team — you assume her boyfriend. Heeseung looks utterly defeated, shoulders slumped and eyes downcast. The coach is livid, his teammates sympathetic, and you awkwardly sit and wait by the sidelines as people exit the gym. Stowing your camera away, you make your way towards Heeseung as the coach dismisses them.

“Hey,” you softly say, placing a comforting hand on his back. 

Heeseung could only nod. “I messed up big time.”

“It’s just one game,” you reassure him. “You’ve got a lot more coming. Besides, your first half was phenomenal.”

He sighs deeply, packing his bag. “It’s not just the game… You saw her too, didn’t you?”

“Karina? Yeah.” You nod in understanding, trailing behind Heeseung as the two of you leave the gym. “Didn’t get to talk to her though. I think she’s got a boyfriend, she was holding hands with him after they won.”

“Oh, cool,” Heeseung mutters.

“Come on, man,” you gently chide, throwing an arm around his shoulder. “Plenty of women out there. Karina isn’t the end of the world.”

Heeseung looks at you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “That’s not what I meant, but alright.”

You grin, trying to lighten the mood. “Did you know that there are about fifteen thousand students in our university?”

Heeseung furrows his brows with the sudden trivia. “No?”

“And only three thousand have voted in the student council elections as of three hours ago?”

Heeseung finally lets out a laugh. “What’s that got to do with anything? Suddenly remembered your unfinished drafts?”

“I’m telling you there are thousands of students walking around campus and I don’t think I even know a hundred people here. I’m saying you probably haven’t even met the right one yet.”

Heeseung knew far more people than you did, that was obvious. A fact that he has casually told you countless times is the number of women (and men) that he has rejected. You fear that soon enough, you’ll be one of them.

“You always know what to say,” he whispers as if you weren’t meant to hear it. The tension eases as he squeezes your hand. “I don’t even know what to do without you.”

“Maybe you should date me instead,” you blurt out, hoping your sincerity goes undetected.

“Oh yeah? Why should I?”

“I’m a great listener, I’ve got your back, I take awesome photos, and I’m definitely writing an article drooling about your gameplay.”

“I love you too much," Heeseung chuckles, a sparkle in his eye. “You’ve got me pretty convinced. No take-backsies if I take you up on that offer.”

You could not ignore the bittersweet ache in your chest, conflicted by how to interpret what Heeseung could say so nonchalantly. You wanted to prod further, to ask if any of those words meant anything else, but you kept your mouth shut. Your best friend needed comfort more than you needed clarity. Knowing he loves you as a friend had to be enough. As you drop off Heeseung at his dorm, you can only wish that someday, someone could care for you as deeply as he did for Karina. 

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The crushing defeat brought Heeseung to longer workouts and practices, more determined than ever to redeem himself. Meanwhile, the school paper’s hustle never slowed, keyboards clacking over student politics and the recent elections. In the whirlwind of it all, the two of you find solace in your late-night rendezvous at the university’s 24-hour café, almost like a daily routine for both of you.

Tonight, the café is quieter than usual, with the only customers at the moment being you and Heeseung. Sunoo, the friendly barista you both have come to know, greets you with a warm smile as you settle into your usual corner booth.

“Remember the first time we came here?” Heeseung asks, taking a long sip of his iced coffee. 

“Yeah,” you hum, not looking at Heeseung, busy typing away on your laptop. “You were so nervous about your first big game, fidgeting after three slices of chocolate cake.”

Heeseung grins, teasingly poking your warm mug from across the table. “Then I almost spilled your mug ‘cause of the jitters.” He rests his head on his hand. “But it worked. You stayed up all night with me and I played my best the next day.” 

That was a fond memory. Your suave friend became skittish out of nowhere, and you distracted him with endless conversations about everything and nothing. “I’m your lucky charm, after all,” you wink.

Heeseung had finished training an hour ago, and here he was, accompanying you as you rush revisions for an article draft for next week’s publication. You told him that he should sleep early tonight for his game tomorrow, but he insisted, still believing in some superstition that you calm his nerves before matches.

“Because of you,” he murmurs, dazed from his drowsiness. “Because of you, I play well.”

You pause, fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Because of you,” you echo, thinking about how much Heeseung meant to you. Over the few years you’ve had in college, your bond has only grown stronger, and it was becoming harder to ignore that this could all fade away once you both graduate — or that this could all be lost to a foolish confession. 

“You gave me a reason to keep taking photos and writing articles,” you fondly conclude. “I enjoy my job most when it’s about you and your games.”

“I badgered you into joining the school paper, you mean,” Heeseung points out. “It was the only way to make you go to my games!”

“It was,” you clarify, “but now I don’t have to. I can easily start sending out someone else to take the photos now.”

“But you still come, even when I’m not doing my best. So thank you for that.”

Heeseung meets your gaze with a derpy smile plastered on his face, and a comfortable silence sits between the two of you. 

You sip your coffee, savoring its warmth against the café’s muffled music. Despite your attempts to keep your feelings hidden, you know you haven’t been that discreet. The lingering glances, the way your face lights up whenever he is around — people have noticed. As a well-known basketball player, the speculation was inevitable. Whether it was one-sided or mutual, whispers around campus painted a picture of your relationship that was hard to ignore.

Even then, Heeseung seemed unfazed. If anything, the growing rumors had driven him to become more intimate with you. He reaches out to you more often, finding excuses to spend even more time with you like drinking coffee together at absurd hours. The idea of possibly meaning so much to Heeseung terrifies and excites you at the same time.

“You know, I realized something after the last game,” Heeseung breaks the silence. “You mean so much to me, yet I don’t think I’ve ever really shown you how much.”

“Is that why you’re here with me half-awake?” you jest, but Heeseung does not respond. He fiddles with his fingers, hesitating.

“Maybe I just don’t want you finding company in someone else,” he sighs. “What if you come here with Jay instead—”

“Or Jake. He’s asked me out here before,” you butt in, recalling when Jake desperately asked you to help him write an essay here a month ago. “He looked so cute begging—”

Heeseung slams a hand on the table, startling you. Sunoo glances over, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “See! I look away for a second and Jake starts pouncing,” he huffs. “I told him you’re off-limits and—”

“Off-limits? Why would you even say that?” you question, voice wavering in disbelief. “Imagine if I were his boyfriend, oh God, the whole campus would be talking! It’s an explosive headline waiting to be written.”

“Well, you deserve more than a guy like Jake,” Heeseung defends himself, and something tells you this was sincere and not another one of his misleading jokes. “He’s a red flag, trust me.”

“Who should be the standard then?”

“Of course, it’s me!” Heeseung exclaims and you can’t stop yourself from blushing a little bit. 

He reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. His touch was so warm, as warm as his body that is now so close to you. His eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers up your spine. “If we win tomorrow… I’ll show you what I mean,” he earnestly promises, voice low and full of conviction. Your heart beats to the echoes of hope and fear within you. 

“Wear my jersey later,” he requests. “It sounds silly but it would mean a lot to me.”

It’s always like this with Heeseung, always delicately dancing between friendly banter and something more. None of it makes sense.

“Okay, cut that off,” you warn Heeseung, withdrawing your hand. “Go to sleep, you’re saying weird shit.”

“Alright, alright.” Heeseung leans back, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “But I meant what I said,” he says, tone still serious. “I’m gonna take a nap here. Wake me up when you’re done.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “I meant you should go to sleep. Back at your dorms. I’m fine staying here alone.”

Heeseung stretches, yawning. “If I leave you here now, you’re gonna stay here again until the wee hours. If I need rest, then so do you. If you stay up late for me, then I stay up late for you. I’ll wait for you to finish here.”

You give him a half-smile, having nothing else to say to your best friend. “Thank you,” you mutter, hoping you mask the tumult of emotions swirling inside you.

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Somewhat against your wishes, you are now wearing Heeseung’s old jersey over your shirt as you wait for the game to begin. It smells faintly of Heeseung’s usual fabric conditioner, a comforting scent that makes you feel all fuzzy and warm. It worries you though, how something as minor as this could be interpreted by the gossiping crowds.

The atmosphere is once again electric, seats rapidly filling with students. You’re already in your usual spot, your camera neatly placed on your lap, ready to capture every moment. As the team warms up, you notice a familiar face making her way toward you. Karina… again. You hope Heeseung won’t be affected by this again.

She cheerfully greets you, but her eyes are fixated on the jersey you are wearing. 

“Which side will you be supporting tonight?” you ask, curious where she’ll sit as her college isn’t playing. 

“Heeseung’s side, duh. We both know he’s ahead of everyone else here,” she replies, then pauses. “Nice jersey. Heeseung gave it to you?”

“Yeah… He asked me to wear it today,” you reply, keeping your tone neutral. 

Karina nods, a genuine grin spreading across her face. “Heeseung finally pulled his head out of his ass, huh? Congrats to the two of you.”

You nod back, unsure how to respond. “I’m sorry, what do you mean by that?”

“Wait, I thought— Well—” Karina stutters, eyes shifting between you and the players on the court, most likely Heeseung. “Did he just tell you to wear his jersey and nothing else?” she asks, leaning towards you.

You blink, having no clue what Karina was talking about. After an awkward moment of silence, you slowly nod.

“Oh, never mind what I said. That dumbass,” Karina mutters, and nothing else. She excuses herself to find a seat elsewhere, leaving you to your brewing thoughts. You can’t shake the feeling that there is something that she and Heeseung know that you don’t, and it bothers you.

The game finally starts and Heeseung seems to be more determined than ever, so focused you doubt he has even noticed Karina’s presence yet. Both teams play aggressively, points accumulating on both sides as the ball bounces across the court like a match of ping pong. You raise your camera and right on time, Heeseung shoots the first three-pointer. His gameplay hasn’t changed much, but his focus is different. Every time he scores, he looks at you, as if he were seeking your validation. It’s as if you wearing his jersey is driving him to play even better.

The first half ends with a tight scoreline, proving tonight’s opponent is tougher than the last. “Sub?” you hear Heeseung ask the coach, calling to be substituted for the start of the third quarter. He then jogs to you, seemingly giddy. “Am I doing good?” he asks you, panting.

“Unbelievable,” you say, passing him his jug. “You’re doing so great, but the score is too close!”

“It’s tough when Jake’s being a dead weight right now,” he whines, sweat dripping into his eye. He sits beside you on the bench, catching his breath.

“They’re really pushing us,” you comment, glancing at the scoreboard. “You just gotta keep up the pressure and they’ll crumble.”

He rests a hand on your leg. “I will. We’ve got this. I got you, baby. I’ll win this for you.”

You beam, feeling a surge of pride for your best friend. “Lean back, I’ll take a photo of you with my phone,” you tell Heeseung, not entirely sure why you need it, other than to have another personal snapshot of him that belongs only to you.

Heeseung reclines slightly, flashing you a confident grin despite his evident exhaustion. The gym’s warm lights cast a golden hue on his sweat-slicked skin, making him look every bit the star athlete he is. You quickly snap a few pictures, capturing the intensity and resolve in his expression. 

“Perfect,” you say, looking at the photos. “You already look like a champion,” you add, showing him the shots. “Might make it my wallpaper.”

“That makes me your champion, you know,” Heeseung mindlessly murmurs, voice soft.

“I don’t think your fans would appreciate me claiming you,” you laugh, aware of the inquisitive crowd behind the two of you.

“Tell them to stay jealous,” he whines. “You’re the one wearing my jersey, not them. That should be enough for them to back off.”

Unable to respond further, the second half begins, and Heeseung is called back to court in no time. The crowds gasp with each shot he makes, your heart pounding along the back and forth of the crowds chanting. Still, Heeseung’s energy is limitless; everything is a blur around him with each shot you take. He is at the center of it all, his relentless aggression dictating the pace of the game.

With a few minutes left on the clock, the tension is unbearable. Heeseung is everywhere — blocking shots, making steals, and driving the ball forward wherever he can. While the scoreboard shows a slim lead for your side, the game is far from over. The opposing team pushes back harder, desperate to close the gap by constantly attempting to shoot three-pointers.

The minutes turn to the last few seconds and the teams are back to being tied. The noise of the crowd has gone downright deafening, but Heeseung has the ball, and he has ten seconds left to stop overtime from happening. In the chaos of it all, on the small screen of your camera, his eyes meet yours.

Heeseung makes his move, dribbling to the three-point line like lightning then he jumps, releasing the ball. The crowd falls silent, the ball sailing through the air as the players watch in anticipation. Finally, the ball swishes through the net just as the buzzer calls for the end of the game.

The crowd explodes, students leaping to their feet in celebration. Heeseung’s teammates swarm him, a barrage of expletives praising him for cleanly closing the match. You navigate through the throng of ecstatic fans flooding the court, capturing shots of Heeseung engulfed by his teammates. As you finally reach them, the coach beckons you over.

“Take a photo for the team, would you?” he requests, voice barely audible over the commotion. You nod, waiting as the players line up in front of you. You then snap a series of shots, capturing the raw joy on their faces. After you take the last shot, you feel a finger tap on your shoulder. You turn around and catch an ecstatic Karina.

“Take one with Heeseung too, just the two of you,” she suggests, snatching your camera out of your hands without waiting. Heeseung catches the scenes and steps forward, eyes twinkling with excitement. He excuses himself from his team and immediately puts an arm around your waist.

“Good evening, Karina. Doesn’t he look cute in my jersey?” Heeseung says with a playful smile. You knit your brows together as you glance between the two, feeling something off.

“Shut up,” she deadpans, positioning herself to take the photo. “Before you pull some shit like this, make sure you’ve already confessed—”

“Okay, Karina, you can take the pic any time now!” Heeseung cuts her off, tone urgent as he pulls you even closer.

Heeseung leans, his breath warm against your ear. “May I kiss you?” he whispers. You turn your head towards him, your surprised eyes meeting his earnest ones. 

Karina’s voice counting down turns muffled, and the crowd around you seems to disappear. For a moment, it’s just you and Heeseung, suspended in time. “Yes,” you breathlessly reply, and his lips meet yours in a soft, fleeting kiss. You hear your camera click, capturing the intimate moment, and preserving it forever. 

You pull away and the cacophony in the gym floods back in. Heeseung’s teammates swarm him again, and you’re left standing with Karina, who approaches you with a knowing smile.

“I think that’s enough for you to put two and two together,” she says, handing your camera back to you. “I think you’ve got more than just a winning shot there. Congrats again, I’m rooting for the two of you.”

Heeseung is being hounded by his teammates for the stunt that he just pulled, but his eyes keep drifting back to you, a silent promise that the night has yet to end for the both of you. As the celebration continues, he finally breaks away from the team with his bag and runs to you.

“Let’s get out of here,” he huffs, taking your hand. “I need to talk to you.”

You let him pull you out of the gym, stepping out into the cool night air. You find a bench under the glow of a street light. You both sit, and you wait for Heeseung to catch his breath.

“I need to tell you something,” he begins, tone apprehensive but determined.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about it. Being more than friends. About me dating you instead.” He pauses, searching for the right words. “I’ve heard people talking, and I can’t find myself disagreeing with them. In the times we have spent together, I’ve felt something I’ve never felt before.”

Heeseung grabs your hand and holds it tightly. You find yourself speechless, struggling to parse the scene that is unraveling right now.

“It’s new and it’s confusing. You’re the first guy I’ve ever felt this way about,” Heeseung confesses. “I want to be more than just your best friend. I want to be your boyfriend.”

He looks down, gathering his thoughts before continuing. “Karina… she was the first one to tell me outright that I might be feeling something for you — that I treated you more than just a close friend. At first, it bothered me, because I value our friendship so much. Thinking about it more, she wasn’t wrong.”

You offer him a reassuring smile. “Heeseung, we can take it one step at a time,” you begin, voice soft but firm. “But people will talk. More than ever. Are you ready to face that with me?”

Heeseung nods, his gaze unwavering. “I don’t care. If it means being with you, I think it’s worth it.”

“I— I feel the same,” you reply. “For a while, I’ve tried not to fall for it. I’ve tried so hard not to misinterpret your actions, but it has become so difficult when I keep hearing about it from others. I had already given up before even trying because it felt like such a pipe dream for someone like you to see me as more than just a close friend.”

Heeseung smiles, relief washing over his face. “I want to be your boyfriend,” he repeats as if savoring the word. “Just to clarify, I, Heeseung Lee, see you as more than my best friend. There’s a reason why I always call you my baby.”

“Always been your baby, but this time it’s official,” you chuckle. Heeseung then leans in and steals a kiss, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I want you to call me that too. You never call me that way,” he teases. 

You respond with a kiss on the crown of his head. “Good game, babe. I’m so proud of you,” you whisper.

You feel Heeseung grin wider on your shoulder and he pulls you even closer in a tight embrace. “I love the sound of that. I’m looking forward to a lot more of that.”

author’s note: belated happy pride month with my longest fic ever! i said i’d stop with the college setting but i had to write this one down first… because………………………………….. uhh... real life experiences 😭

— moriwood.

[merrybloomwrites]

Lil Forehead Kiss

Summary: You're known amongst your friends as the person who give out hugs, high fives, and platonic forehead smooches to everyone. Except your crush. What happens when you slip up? Will he reject you, or will it open a door to a new possibility?

WC: 1.6K

AN: Thank you @wtv-my-current-hyperfixation for requesting this story! This fluffy piece is based of this request and it was a joy to write!

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If there’s one thing you’re known for, it’s being a very affectionate person. You never shy away from showing casual affection to your friends. It’s second nature to you to lean in for a hug or reach for a high five each time you see someone. 

You’re always cautious about not crossing boundaries with people, and you know who doesn’t like to be touched, and you make sure to respect that and give them their space. 

Especially since it’s not always just hugs and high fives. You’ll hold hands, give little shoulder rubs, even press a friendly kiss to someone’s cheek or forehead. It’s no big deal to you, and you’ll give everyone who likes it this treatment, doesn’t matter if they’re a girl, a boy, nonbinary, makes no difference to you. Everyone deserves a little love!

But then there’s Damien. The one person you struggle to show this affection to. Not for a bad reason, but because, well, you have a crush. Have since the day you met him. Which was on your second day as an editor for Smosh Games. Probably not the best time to develop feelings for a coworker. 

He’s just so funny, and sweet, and gentle, there’s no way not to love him. But he doesn’t need to know that. Honestly you’d probably die of embarrassment if someone found out, especially if Damien himself were to find out. 

So you keep your distance from him. No hugs, no hand holding, no platonic smooches. Because with him, you’re not sure you could keep it platonic. Best to avoid the situation all together. 

Damien has noticed that you’re less tactile worth him than others. He’s admittedly a little bummed about it, but he keeps that to himself. He knows that when he started at Smosh, he told people he wasn’t a huge fan of physical contact. 

So really it seems that you’re just respecting him by giving him his space. 

But he wishes you wouldn’t. Partially because it seems nice to get random affection throughout the day. But mostly because he may be secretly harboring a bit of a crush on you. 

So he starts dropping hints that he’s not quite as anti touch as he made it seem. On an episode of Smosh Mouth he tells the story about the pranks that were common when he started at Smosh. 

“You somehow seemed to avoid those pranks,” Shayne says. 

“Because I told everyone I don’t like being touched,” Damien replies. “Which isn’t totally true but kept me from getting ice cream down my pants.”

They both laugh at this, remembering the ridiculous shenanigans of older era Smosh. 

“I thought that was interesting,” Shayne says. “Because I remember back during the So Random days you never said anything about having a problem with like, hugs and things like that from friends.”

“Yea it was really just to protect myself from the craziness here. I’m good with hugs and high fives and stuff, especially from friends,” Damien explaineds. 

“What about lil kisses?” Amanda asks with a smirk. 

“Oh, big fan,” Damien says. “Gettin a lil kiss on the forehead? Sign me up!” 

“Really?” Shayne says. “I did not know that.”

“Absolutely, can’t beat a forehead kiss.”

You’re glad that you’re listening to this episode while alone in your car, because your blush at this conversation would be very telling if anyone were to see. 

Well damn. There goes your excuse to keep away from Damien. More than that, you now want to give him a kiss just to see how he’d react. Would he give you that big smile that you love? Would he grow pink and bashful? You need to know. 

But you can’t. Because you don’t trust yourself to not give away your secret. You have to keep your distance and if anyone asks, you’ll just say it’s force of habit. Yea, that’s a good plan. 

And the plan continues to work. 

Until the day you slip up. 

It’s a Games shoot, and Damien, Courtney, and Shayne are all squished on a couch to play some classic Mario. You smile watching Courtney and Shayne banter. It’s always fun to watch them, especially now that their secret is out and they feel more free to interact however they want to. 

You find yourself daydreaming about how it would be if you told Damien about your crush and he reciprocated and the two of you fell in love and lived happily ever after. 

The shoot starts and shakes you out of these thoughts. Time to focus on work. You’re there to help out with tech as needed, but also because you’re a pro at all things Mario. Since you’ve appeared in a few videos, you’ve gained a bit of a following. So the idea today is that you can make a cameo to help the three if they get stuck at any point. 

It happens about half way through. After nearly a dozen attempts, they can’t get past a certain level. You’re called in, and you walk on the stage before leaning over the back of the couch. You’re between Damien and Courtney, and you try not to act like the schoolgirl with a crush that you are when his hands brush yours as he passes you the controller. 

It takes you three attempts to pass, and you banter with the others while you play. Everyone cheers when you finally succeed, and Damien says, “And this is why Y/N is the queen of Mario here at Smosh.”

You laugh at that and turn to press a kiss to Damien’s head. Realizing what you’ve just done, you do your best to keep cool. You ruffle both his and Courtney’s hair as you pull away from the couch. The fans are aware of your tactile nature with your friends. Hopefully they’ll think this is just that, you being friendly. 

When you make it off stage again you look back and catch Damien’s reaction. He’s definitely blushing, and when he catches your eyes he gives you a smile. It’s small, soft and shy. You smile in return but quickly look down before he can see how smitten you are. 

For the remainder of the shoot you can’t help but sneak glances at Damien, surprised and flustered every time you see him looking right back at you. When they finish filming you see Damien walking over, and you quickly think of a question to ask Alex. Anything to avoid having what’s likely going to be a very awkward conversation.

Unfortunately, it’s the end of the day, and Damien doesn’t have anything else he needs to get to and therefore has plenty of time to wait for you to finish your conversation.

“Hey, you got a sec?” he asks as you turn to him.

“Yea, of course, what’s up?” you reply. Maybe this isn’t about the kiss. Maybe this isn’t about the looks you were giving him. Maybe you aren’t about to die from embarrassment. 

“I was hoping we could talk for a moment. Just us?” 

“Sure!” you reply as your heart rate increases. The two of you walk out of the room together but not before you see the cheeky and hopeful looks from Courntey and Shayne. 

Damien leads you to a small meeting room that’s not in use, closing the door behind you to ensure privacy. 

You brace yourself for a potential rejection, so you’re more than surprised when Damien blurts out, “I like you.” 

When you don’t reply right away he continues, saying, “Sorry, I wasn’t planning on saying it like that. But I do. Like you. Have for a while. And I figured you probably saw the way that kiss earlier made me melt so I felt like I should come clean and tell you.”

There’s another silent moment before your brain finally catches up. Damien’s shy smile has started to fall when you say, “I like you too!”

The smile comes back, as does the flush on his cheeks and he says, “Really? I hoped, but never really thought you did because you always avoided me when you were so tactile with our friends-”

You cut him off to explain, “I avoided you because I liked you. I thought that if I was the same way with you I’d open up this whole can of worms about feelings and crushes and thought it was safer to just, you know, keep that all bottled in.” 

“I guess that’s smart. Because the second you came near me I knew I was not keeping my secret anymore.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you say, so happy this is finally happening, and it’s going better than you ever could have imagined. 

“Do you wanna, uhm, maybe go get dinner?” he asks.

“I’d like that,” you reply. 

“So it’s a date?”

“It’s a date,” you confirm. 

The two of you leave work and meet up at a restaurant nearby. You have a wonderful time together, chatting about work and life and divulging how far back your crushes on eachother go. 

When it’s time to say goodnight you lean in for a hug. He holds you tight for a moment, and this embrace feels different than the ones you share daily with your friends. There’s more feeling, more promise behind it. He’s leaning down just a bit, allowing you to press another kiss to his forehead as you pull away from the hug. He does the same for you, and the two of you stand there smiling, your insides warm and fluttery, full of hope for what’s to come. 

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AN: Thank you for reading! I don't currently have any other Damien ideas in the works so feel free to send requests for stories with him!

[dean-a-mean-tae]

My Dearest | Jeongin x GN! Reader

SUMMARY: Reader is told to help Gordon trick the Addams family into believing he's the missing brother of Gomez Addams. However, Morticia and Jeongin suspect the man is a fraud. Their suspicion is slightly clouded by their positive view of Reader. Along the journey, Reader gains a dedicated "lover." A lover who drinks his respect juice every morning and snorts consent every chance he can get. How do the frauds get out of this mess?

WARNINGS: Manipulation (not from Jeongin), blood (nothing gory), and talk of death. The reader is slightly taller than Jeongin. You can decide if it because of heels or not. Mention of killing for the reader's smile. Jeongin chokes the reader. Jeongin is a whipped simp for the Reader, Gomez is a whipped simp for Morticia. Jeongin and Reader are a mini Gomez and Morticia. Jeongin follows after Gomez, so there is a slight yandere in this. He's a soft yandere, but I understand that some people are uncomfortable about them.

TRANSLATION(S): Please tell me if I missed any

Il me perce comme un poignard (French) - It pierces me like a dagger. Oui (French) - Yes Cara mia (Italian) - My darling En garde, monsieur soleil (French) - On guard, Mr. Sun Mon amour (French) - My love Mon cœur ( French) - My heart

A/N: If you see a paragraph repeating or something, please tell me so I can fix it. My editor crashed so I had to transfer some thing and I'm not sure what broke or not.

On top of a hill sat a big, old, rickety house surrounded by a gate. To an outsider, it looked abandoned. Vines and dirty white wood covered the house with windows and doors that creaked in the wind. But to the family living inside, it was home.

Inside the house and up the stairs, a miniature clock version of the house rings. A hand crawls from behind the clock and off the table. He crawls down the hallway straight to the side of Gomez Addams.

The man had been looking into an abandoned bedroom for over two decades. The bed is a mess, and dust covers the dresser. Cobwebs sit in the corners.

"Think of it, Thing," Gomez sighed, eyes mindlessly wandering the room. "For 25 years, we've attempted to contact Fester in the Great Beyond, and for 25 years, nothing."

They passed a room with two teenagers inside.

A young man held a crossbow at his younger brother. His hair matched the night sky, and his eyes were so dark they nearly matched his hair. His suit pants were black, along with his button-up shirt. His name was Jeongin Addams.

His ten-year-old brother, Pugsley, wore a black striped shirt and brown shorts covered in dirt, giving them a black fade. Jeongin had tied him to a post and stuck an apple in his mouth.

Gomez glanced in the room just in time to see Jeongin fire the crossbow and hit the apple. With a grin, he continued down the hall to his shared room. In his bed lay his sleeping wife, Morticia.

"Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss," Gomez breathed, smiling as he stared at his wife. Carefully, he walked to the window and drew back the curtains. He watched Morticia's eyes flutter open, her lips curl into a smile.

"Unhappy, darling?" He asked.

"Yes, completely," Morticia responded, her voice soft. She squinted as she raised her hand to block the sun. She hissed, "Gomez, the sun. Il me perce comme un poignard."

"Tish, that's French," Her husband sighed.

"Oui."

"Cara Mia," Gomez whispered as he kissed her hand. After calmly placing her hand down, he grabbed a sword. He flicked his wrist, and the curtains closed as he shouted, "En garde, monsieur soleil!"

"Gomez," Morticia called, watching him turn to her. Her voice grew softer as she continued, "Last night, you were unhinged. You were like some desperate howling demon: you frightened me. Do it again."

Downstairs a tall man in a suit with bolts screwed into his neck held out squirming paper bags for the boys racing down the stairs. Jeongin won, calmly walking over and grabbing his lunch.

"Thank you, Lurch," He said, nodding at the butler before continuing out the door. Pugsley huffed, snatching the remaining bag, and waved Lurch goodbye as he followed his brother.

Later that day, Morticia, Gomez, and Thing sat in the greenhouse. Morticia decapitated a blooming rose as Gomez talked about his brother while he played chess with Thing.

"It's a milestone, Tish. This very night, our 25th seance. All those years gnawed by guilt undone by woe. Burning with uncertainty."

"Don't torture yourself, Gomez." Morticia grabbed another rose before slowly turning to look at Gomez with slanted eyes. "That's my job."

"Oh, Tish."

"Imagine, darling, if Fester did come back," She said, looking up in thought. Before smiling at her husband, she whispered, "Half alive, barely human. A rotting shell."

"Don't tease," Gomez warned, playfully glaring at Morticia. She smirked as she snipped another rose head.

Out the window behind her, a couple approached the gate. The doors opened automatically, and the two walked on the gravel. Just before the man could pass, the gate snapped shut on the back of his coat.

"Ouch!" He cried out as he waved his arms around. His bag nearly hit his wife as she watched in irritation. "Stop it!"

The commotion caught Thing's attention, and he snapped his fingers before pointing outside. Morticia, the only one acknowledging him, turned around before smiling.

"Look, darling, She called, glancing back before snipping another rose head when her husband looked at her. "Tully is here, romping with Gate."

Thing used the distraction to smack one of Gomez's pieces off the board and move his own. Gomez grinned before looking down at the board. His smile dropped.

He lost.

Tully ripped himself free from the gate. His wife, Margaret, groaned when she saw his white shirt peeking through the torn fabric of the back of his coat.

"These are your last paying clients. May I remind you?" She grumbled, attempting to fix his coat.

"If it pleasures you." Tully groaned as he waved his wife away.

"Something has to!" Margaret shouted, glaring at him as they walked into the house before continuing. "Like a decent coat or something dressy for the evening. Ask for a loan. Beg!"

"No loans," He snapped, pointing a finger in her face. "I am not a bum."

"Don't say it!" He said, watching Margaret snap her mouth shut. "I'll get the money. I have a plan."

"This is humiliating. Why did I marry you?" Margaret whined as Lurch helped her out of her coat.

"Because I said yes," Tully retorted, walking into the right hallway. He turned into another hallway with one door at the end. As he continued down, a polar bear skin rug bit his leg.

"No, stop it! Let go of me!" He shouted as he kicked the rug off him. When he looked up, he noticed a bald statue staring at him. With a glance, he caught the big word: Fester. He ignored it and walked into the door. As soon as he closed the door, a sword flew past his head and stuck in the door.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Lurch, Morticia, and Grandmama were looking for something to give Margaret for Charity.

"Charity auction," Grandma grumbled, flinging a pot across the kitchen. The pot narrowly missed Margret, who was squirming at the counter. "It's ridiculous."

"Perhaps it's in here," Morticia said, gliding towards a wooden cabinet.

"I don't think so," Grandma replied as she waddled over. Lurch pulled a body bag out of the cabinet, shifting it so Morticia could grab the tag.

"Uncle NikNak's Winter Wardrobe."

Lurch pulled another body bag out of the cabinet. This time, Morticia could easily read the tag.

"Uncle NikNak's Summer Wardrobe."

Another bag.

'Uncle NikNak," Morticia hummed, stepping back so Lurch could drop the body onto the other bags. This one thudding much louder than the others. Margaret gasped.

A thud from upstairs made everyone look up.

Thing snapped his fingers from his place on the table and pointed towards something on a shelf. Another thud from upstairs, this time only Margaret looking. Morticia smiled when she saw what Thing was pointing at. She picked the item up, thanking Thing as she showed it to Margaret.

"What is it?" Margaret asked.

"A finger trap from Emperor Wu's court," Morticia said.

"It must be worth a fortune," Margaret whispered, snatching it from Morticia. She tilted the finger trap around, squealing, "Oh, Morticia, this is too extravagant. Even for the auction."

"Let's keep it." Grandma grinned.

"Hush, mama. It's for the Widows and orphans charity. We need more of them," Morticia said, nodding once. Margaret stared at her from the corner of her eye.

"Margaret, about the seance tonight. I wish you'd come," Morticia said, looking down at the black ring on her left hand. "It's Gomez. I'm terribly worried about him."

Margaret ignored her in favor of pushing her fingers into the trap. She gasped when she couldn't remove them.

"He won't eat. He can't sleep. He keeps coughing up blood," Morticia sighed.

"He coughs up blood?" Margaret asked incredulously, dropping her hands to her lap.

"Not like he used to."

Tully finally made it back to his office. Hobbling in, he called for his assistant and nearly fell when a different voice answered.

"She's gone home, Mr. Alford."

He looked up and saw a woman sitting on the couch. Her red hair was in an updo hairstyle, and her legs crossed under her.

"Mrs. Craven. I was just about to call you." Tully laughed awkwardly.

"I'm sure you were," She said coldly. She grinned, her eyes dull, before waving behind Tully. "You haven't met my son, Gordon. Have you, Mr. Alford?"

Tully turned around and gasped. A tall, burly man appeared behind him. His curly hair was a bright contrast to his pale skin.

"Is this the one, Mother? The deadbeat you mentioned?" Gordon asked. His voice sounded like rocks in a plastic bottle. He grabbed Tully by the collar and slammed him into the wall, ignoring his protests.

"You have to listen to me!"

"Do, Mr. Alford? Why?" Mrs. Craven taunted. She smiled as Gordon turned Tully upside down, pennies and clips falling from his pockets.

"Your call, mother," Gordon said, grinning at the woman on the couch.

"Down, Gordon," Mrs. Craven commanded, picking at her nails. Gordon threw Tully to the floor, and Mrs. Craven looked up. "We've lent you a considerable sum, many thousands of dollars. Payment due."

"I don't have the money. I've tried everything."

"Oh, Gordon, I want to believe him," Mrs. Craven said mockingly. After a moment, she grinned at her son. "Make me proud."

Gordon grabbed Tully by the neck again and slammed him into the wall.

"Mrs. Craven?" A voice asked. Gordon dropped Tully and straightened up. Glancing at Mrs. Craven before looking at the door, Gordon grinned at the person in the doorway.

"Come here, child," Mrs. Craven answered, smiling as she waved you to her.

"Mr. Alford, meet Y/N. Y/N, this is Tully Alford. We work together," Mrs. Craven explained, patting your knee. She glared at the confused man.

"Don't we, Mr. Alford?"

He quickly nodded as he waved at the equally confused teenager. Mrs. Craven smiled at you as she rubbed your back. "Be a dear and wait outside."

"I didn't know you had children," Tully said. Watching you leave the room, Mrs. Craven sighed.

"Y/N is not my child. They are my protege," Mrs. Craven explained as she dug in her purse for a pouch. Finding it, she immediately opened it before frowning. "Gordon, I've run out of Y/N's mints. We'll have to get more shipped in."

"Moving on, where were we?" She smiled as she looked between Gordon and Tully. Her son grinned as he slammed Tully into the table, knocking his briefcase off and spilling the gold coins.

Gordon leaned over. His eyes widened at the gold circles covering the floor. "He lied to us, mother."

"No! Those are doubloons for the Addams account," Tully explained.

"Addams?"

Tully nodded as he continued, "There's more, but nobody can get to it. Don't you think I've tried?"

"Have you? Have you tried hard enough?" Mrs. Craven stood from the couch, stalking towards the desk. "Ask him, sweetheart."

"No, no, sweetheart. Don't ask," Tully begged, pressing further into the desk and away from Gordon. He froze before whispering, "Fester?"

Gordon looked up, confused.

Gordon and Y/N sat at the table, eating leftovers. Mrs. Craven stood next to them, holding a picture of Fester Addams.

"It's gonna be great," Tully slowly walked away from the trio and towards the door. "You'll get all the money I owe you. You'll see."

"Goodbye, Mr. Alford," Mrs. Craven said, watching the man run out the door.

"What's the plan?" Y/N asked. You flinched, glaring at Gordon when he poked you with a spoon.

"You don't need to worry about that, child," Mrs. Craven said. She sat beside them, swatting at Gordon when he poked you again.

"Okay," Y/N dragged, looking between the adults' mischievous grins.

Tully and Margret brought you to the Addams's home the next night. Margaret's heels crunched and clacked against the gravel, followed by yours and Tully's footsteps.

"Remember, kid. When Gordon and Mrs. Craven show up, they'll pretend to be Fester and Dr. Pinder-Schloss. Got it?"

"Tully, this is the twelfth time you've told me this in twenty minutes. Tell me again, and the loan will be the least of your troubles," You warned, quickly catching up to Margaret, who smiled at you.

Tully sighed shakily before trudging after the pair. The door opened, and Lurch stared down at them with a soft smile. Behind him stood Jeongin with a blank look.

"Hello, sweetheart. Could you?" Margaret held out her fingers, still stuck in the finger trap. The boy sighed, unhooking her fingers as Margaret grinned, breathing out, "Thank god."

"Welcome, honored guests," Morticia greeted from the stairs. Her eyes trailed over you with a smile. "Who is this?"

"Uh, a family friend's child, Y/N. They're in town for a project. Hope you don't mind we brought them along," Tully explained, watching Morticia tilt her head.

Pulling your hood down, you smiled back at Morticia. "Lovely to meet you, Miss."

"Hello, dear. We're so glad you could join us," Mortica said, walking down the stairs. She pulled Jeongin with her. "This is my son, Jeongin."

"Hello, I'm Y/N," You said, sticking your hand out for Jeongin to shake. He looked between your face and hand before finally shaking it. Morticia smiled before telling everyone to move to the seance room.

You unzipped your coat, about to take it off when someone took it. With a glance over your shoulder, Jeongin gave your goat to Lurch. Before exiting the room, he nodded for you to follow him into the seance room.

Lurch played the piano as everyone sat around the table. Jeongin sat you between him and his mother. As Morticia recited the chant, Pugsley, who was on Jeongin's right, slowly raised a butcher's knife, intending to whack his brother.

"Stop it." Jeongin side-eyed the boy.

"Pugsley," Gomez playfully scolded, taking the knife from his son. Pugsley giggled as Gomez looked at Margaret and Tully. "Kids."

"All close eyes and join hands," Morticia said as she closed her eyes and grabbed your hand. You looked at your joined hands before looking at Jeongin. Jeongin slowly opened his hand for you to take.

Across the table, Margaret grabbed Grandmama's hand in hers.

"Ow! What a grip!" The older woman cried, snatching her arm away, but the hand remained in Margaret's. "Oh! She's got my hand!"

You huffed, shaking your head in amusement. Next to you, Jeongin tilted his head. Why weren't you scared?

Margaret managed to shake Thing off and onto the floor. She stood from her seat only to be pushed back down by Tully as he tried to comfort her. "Sit down, pumpkin. Join the fun."

"Mama, you should know better. Thing, you're a handful," Morticia scolded before leaning back in her chair. She told Jeongin to continue the chant, smiling when he finished. She closed her eyes as Grandmama continued where he left off.

"Fester Addams, gather your strength and knock three times," Grandma commanded.

Silence.

Three loud bangs sounded through the air. You flinch, squeezing Jeongin's hand. He gripped it tighter, rubbing his thumb along the back of yours.

"Fester Addams, I demand that you knock again!"

Again, three loud knocks echoed throughout the house. Gomez stood up, pointing out the doorway. "He's at the door!"

Thing rushed out of the room and to the front door. Once he reached it, he yanked it open to reveal a bald Gordon. Everyone followed him.

"Could it be?"

"Is it him?"

"Is it possible?"

Gordon stepped into the house and out of the rain. His now bald head glistened in the candlelight.

"Fester," Gomes whispered.

"Gomez," Gordon, now called Fester, replied. Gomez walked between Jeongin and you, accidentally breaking your latched hands, and embraced his brother.

Behind the hugging brothers, Mrs. Craven stepped forward.

"Good evening," She greeted in a heavy German accent. "I am Dr. Pinder-Schloss."

Morticia guided everyone to the living room to listen to Dr. Pinder-Schloss explain Fester's story.

"That's preposterous," Margaret grumbled. "Isn't that the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard?"

"It certainly is," Gomes grinned from his place beside Morticia. "Now you're back."

"I just don't know," Margaret said, shaking her head at Fester. He stood by the fireplace, staring straight ahead, unblinking.

Tully distracted Margaret by holding up the finger trap. "How does this work again?"

"An infant would understand," She snapped, sticking her fingers in the trap and getting stuck again.

"Fester Addams, home at long last," Morticia announced, ignoring Grandmama laughing at Margaret.

"At least for a week," Fester said.

"A week?" Gomez repeated. He walked to his brother, pleading, "Don't be ridiculous, you're home!"

"I have to get back, things cooking in the Bermuda Triangle," Fester explained, looking around in thought. Your head tilts as you huff. This man was pulling anything out of his ass.

"Gomez, the Bermuda Triangle," Morticia purred, leaning back on the couch. Gomez grinned as he walked back to her. Morticia raised her hand to him as she continued, "The Black Hole of Calcutta."

"Excuse us," Gomez said before kissing his wife's hands.

"Second honeymoon," Morticia explained to Dr. Pinder-Schloss. She smiled at her husband before looking back at the doctor as she asked, "Dr. Pinder-Schloss, will you be staying with us?"

"No, I must be going. But I will be back to check on Fester's adjustment. Maybe this child here could help Fester with his adjustments," Dr. Pinder-Schloss said, gesturing to you, sitting in an armchair.

"I think that's a terrific idea," Tully agreed.

"You're going to leave the child here?" Margaret asked, negating.

"I'm sure they don't mind. Do you?" Tully asked.

"Course not, I like it here," You said, leaning over and almost hitting Jeongin, who lay under the chair you sat in.

"It'll be nice to have someone around Jeongin's age," Morticia chimed.

"They can be my new fencing partner," Gomez added, smiling at you.

"Nobody gets out of the Bermuda Triangle, not even for vacation," Jeongin interrupted, fiddling with your left shoe. "Everyone knows that."

"So much you don't understand," Dr. Pinder-Schloss cooed, "The human spirit is hard to kill."

"Even with a chainsaw," Grandma chimed, nodding in thought.

After Tully, Margaret, and Dr. Pinder Schloss left, Jeongin brought you upstairs to a spare bedroom. He stood in the doorway, watching you look around. Your eyes trailed the cracks in the concrete, your hands felt for dents in the wood, and you examined every creak in the floor. He watched your fingers trail along walls, windows, and under furniture.

"Why are you detailing the room?"

Y/N turned to the boy in the doorway. He stared back at them with furrowed brows, his face expressionless.

After you tilted your head, Jeongin continued. "You looked and felt for everything as if you expect someone to intrude during your stay. Why?"

You hummed and looked down in thought. You would be lying if you said you were comfortable with your situation. Usually, you slept in hotels with Mrs. Craven in one room and Gordon in the other. Sometimes, you would wake up to Mrs. Craven watching you from the doorway.

You wouldn't have to worry about that now. At least, not while you stayed here.

"I've lived in places no one should have to call home," They answered. "It teaches you things."

"Goodnight," He muttered to the quiet voice he heard whispering behind him before shutting the door.

Jeongin walked past his brother's room. Ignoring Pugsley's shout for him, Jeongin closed his bedroom door, making sure to lock it, before flopping on his bed.

Jeongin hadn't thought about your life.

You weren't like those strange kids from school who kept asking if he was depressed. Or the teachers who kept giving him annoyed looks like he couldn't see them. Or the teachers who kept putting on false looks when speaking to him. So they wouldn't have to deal with his parents. It wasn't his parents they needed to worry about. It was him, but they didn't need to know that.

Y/N. Soft hair, gorgeous eyes, soft hands, and plump lips. They walk so smoothly, their movements graceful, and their smile bright.

Jeongin felt a shiver down his spine. He'd kill to see that smile again.

Is this how his father felt about his mother?

A knock on the door awoke Y/N from their slumber. Throwing the covers off, you trudged to the door, nearly toppling over after fighting with the blankets. The door creaked open, and Jeongin peeked in. His eyes trailed your body, looking at your legs peeking out the shorts.

"Breakfast is downstairs," He whispered. His cheeks had reddened, and his eyes remained on the other's legs.

"I'll be down in a moment," You said while closing the door. You snatched your bag off the floor and onto the bed. You dug through it until you pulled out a comfy outfit. After changing, you opened the door to see Jeongin leaning against the opposite wall.

"I'll escort you to breakfast. Come," Jeongin said, grabbing your hand and dragging you behind him.

When they entered the kitchen, Jeongin sat Y/N down before sitting in the chair between them and Fester. Grandmama brought a pan of food, putting different-sized servings on everyone's plate.

"May I have the salt?" Jeongin asked, staring at Fest. He watched the wrinkly older man pick up the salt shaker before Morticia interrupted them.

"What do we say?"

"Now!" He demanded. Fester handed Jeongin the salt shaker just as Grandmama scooped some food onto his plate.

"This is Mama's Specialit de la maison," Morticia told their guest.

"Tish," Gomez breathed, kissing his wife's hand.

"Start with the eye," Grandmama told Fester before turning to their other guest. She grinned as she told you, "You will like it, Y/N. I know it."

"Y/N, when will you be going back to your parents?" Morticia asked, her eyes remaining on her dotting husband.

"Trying to get rid of me already?" You joked. Morticia's head snapped up, her eyes wide with regret. She froze at the soft smile on your face. You shared a smirk before answering, "My parents are dead. I live on my own."

"An orphan?" Jeongin asked, his eyes trailing Y/N's body before latching onto your lips as you ate a piece of the meal. When you nodded, Jeongin placed his hand in the crook of Y/N's elbow—a soft look passed between them.

"Oh, Fester, did you sleep well?" Morticia asked. Her eyes slowly dragged away from the teens.

"Like the dead," He grinned.

"Really? Who would have thought the Bermuda Triangle could change you so much?" Gomez asked, impressed. "You used to toss and turn all night. We had to chain you to the bedpost."

"It doesn't make sense," Jeongin glared, his grip unconsciously tightening around your elbow.

"The Bermuda Triangle is a strange and mysterious place. You'd be surprised at the things you don't know," Fester responded.

"He certainly would. Jeongin adores the Bermuda Triangle. He studies death at sea. He's hooked." Morticia explained as she smiled at her oldest son.

"Ask me anything," Jeongin glared, slowly removing his hand from your elbow as he turned to his uncle.

Blinking quickly, Fester changed the subject. "Being in my room brings back memories. Remember Camp Custer?"

"For preteen offenders," Gomez laughed with Fester.

"Today, I'd like to wander through the house," Fester said.

"Sorry, old man, no can do. Today, we are going straight to the vault," Gomez told him.

Pugsley carried a stop sign in, and Gomez shushed everyone. They heard a car crash and horns blaring.

"Bravo, Pugsley!" Gomez praised.

You laughed, slumping back in your chair and rubbing your stomach. Looking down at your hand, Jeongin tilted his head before gripping your elbow. His thumb rubbed against the inside of your arm as he glanced over. There was that feeling again.

After breakfast, the children went upstairs to Grandmama's room. Pugsley had dragged you to his guillotine and shown you how it worked. You watched as the young boy cut off a doll's head. Behind the pair, Jeongin watched from next to the electric chair, tinkering with wires.

"Pugsley, sit in the chair." He commanded. The giggling boy turned to his brother with a frown. Jeongin sighed," So, we can play a game."

As Pugsley walked over to the chair, he asked his brother, "Do you think that's Uncle Fester?"

"Father thinks he is. Mother and I are suspicious," Jeongin answered as he strapped Pugsley to the chair. He turned to you with a twisted smile. "Y/N, have you ever killed someone before?"

When you shook your head in response, Jeongin pulled you to him, so you both stood in front of a wall with levers. Jeongin grabbed your hand, placing it on the last lever as he pulled your back against his chest.

"Pull it," He whispered and hummed in contentment when you did as told. "It has to warm up."

"Why?" Y/N asked, turning your head to see the boy behind you.

"So it can kill Pugsley," The other teen replied, gripping your hips to turn you to his giggling brother. Behind them, Morticia paused at the top of the stairs. She smiled at the sight of her oldest son wrapped around another.

She hated to interrupt them.

"Children, what are you doing?" She asked, chuckling when Jeongin stepped away from you in a panic.

"Jeongin wants to electrocute Pugsley," Y/N answered.

"Jeongin, we're late for the charity auction," Morticia scolded.

"But, mother, it's Y/N's first time electrocuting someone," Jeongin retorted, using his hand on your hip to pull you towards him. Morticia shook her head.

"Please?" Pugsley begged.

"Oh, all right," She relented. Morticia watched Jeongin place your hand on the first lever and make you pull it down. Sparks flew as the chair shocked Pugsley. You looked behind you at Jeongin to see him smiling.

With his eyes still on the screaming boy, Jeongin whispered, "What is it?"

"You're pretty," Y/N answered before turning back to Pugsley. Jeongin's smile softened just like his eyes as he looked at you.

After the charity auction, Lurch drove everyone home. Fester sat between Morticia and Gomez with the finger trap on his fingers. The kids sat across from them, with Jeongin in the middle. Pugsley and Y/N had fallen asleep with their heads on Jeongin's shoulders. The older Addams boy had his head leaning on your head, attempting to blink the sleep away.

"How do you get it off?" Fester asked. Gomez stares at his brother in surprise as Morticia helps him out of it.

"There's a trick to it," Morticia said, glaring at Fester with suspicion.

When they got home, Gomez ran to the attic while Morticia brought the kids to Pugsley's room to read them a story. Pugsley curled on her right side while Jeongin sat on her left with his back against the wall. You lay across him, your head on Morticia's arm so you could see the book. Jeongin's arm wrapped around your waist to prevent you from falling.

They all looked up when they heard the train whistle.

"What's that?" Y/N asked.

"Fathers playing with his trains," Pugsley explained, nuzzling his mother's side.

"Oh, dear," Morticia whispered, wrapping her arm around Pugsley, attempting to comfort her son.

"He's using the diesel," Pugsley said as the house shook. Everyone crowded together to avoid a stolen stop sign from toppling onto them.

Upstairs, Gomez sent his train under a bridge.

"The covered bridge," Jeongin said, looking up at the ceiling. His hands fiddled with the belt loop of your pants. The train's whistle blew as it made a sharp turn.

"Dead man's curve," Morticia whispered, looking around the room in panic. A loud crash made everyone turn. A block of knives fell off the bookshelf from the shaking.

Once everything had calmed down, Jeongin looked at his mother. "This is about Uncle Fester, isn't it?"

Morticia hummed before looking at the water tube in Pugsley's room. Fester shot past them, his screams muffled by the water and fish.

The next day, Mrs. Craven checked with Fester. She sat next to you on the bed. Fester stood by his dresser, telling you both about Morticia's confrontation.

"The whole bunch knows I'm a fraud," Fester said. Mrs. Craven scoffed in disagreement.

"He's not lying," You said, fiddling with a lighter. "They're always whispering about it."

"Well, then. I will counsel the troubled family and ease their distress," Mrs. Craven grinned, her teeth crooked and stained with coffee.

"What?" Y/N and Fester look at each other before staring back at the older woman with furrowed brows.

"I'm a doctor," She said, her fake German accent thick.

While Mrs. Craven influenced Gomez and Morticia's suspicions, you and Fester had to convince the children. You found the kids sword-fighting in front of the stairs and led them to the library.

Fester pulled out a book and showed it to the kids with a grin. "I'll show ya' different ways to slaughter someone. What do you say?"

The children 'oohed' before running to sit in front of the couch. Fester trailing behind them with the book.

"Uncle Fester, how do you know so much?" Pugsley asked.

"I've been around. I pick things up," Fester answered, flicking through the book.

"In the Bermuda Triangle?" Jeongin asked, glaring at Fester with suspicion. You had to give the teenager his props. That boy's glare was just as terrifying as his mother's.

"Look, children, a new chapter," Fester said, quickly changing the topic.

"Scabs!" They all whispered in awe.

After finishing the chapter, Fester led everyone outside for an "experiment." Mrs. Craven had just finished meeting with the parents, confident that she had changed their minds. She snooped around Fester's room while waiting for him to return.

A booming sound from outside drew her attention to the window. She watched four heads peek out of a ditch. Fester, Y/N, Jeongin, and Pugsley.

"Those blithering idiots!" Mrs. Craven shouted, watching the group run back into the house.

Not a second later, the door opened, and Fester and Y/N walked in. They were smiling and laughing. The happiest the duo had been in a while.

"Sit down," Mrs. Craven commanded, grabbing their arms and shoving them onto the bed before sitting in front of them. "Everyone will be at the children's play tonight, correct?"

"Yes, I've been working with them. It will be fun," Fester answered, jumping up and down. The things on his dresser shook with the thud of his boots.

"Is that what we're here for? Fun!" Mrs. Craven snapped, slapping Fester across the face before gasping and cradling his face. "See what they've driven me to do? I've raised a hand to my child, my reason for living."

Mrs. Craven glared at you before nodding towards the door. Y/N ran out of the room and through the halls before pausing. The hallways all looked the same. You were lost.

"Are you all right?"

You flinched, looking over at a silhouette in the corner. Slowly stepping from the shadows was Jeongin. With his head tilted to the right, his eyes trained on your chest, rising and falling with your heavy breathing. He hummed before grabbing your hand and pulling you with him.

Jeongin ignored you, walking in the opposite direction you had gone. Quickly passing Fester's Room and eventually Jeongin's room, they stopped in front of a closed door. The brunet waved his unoccupied hand at the door as if saying 'voila.'

"Your room," He said, carefully releasing your hand before walking to his room.

The kids stood outside Fester's door. Pugsley pressed his ear against it and heard eerie silence. Pugsley knocked again.

"I said I was busy," Fester shouted.

"You said you would help us with the Shakespeare and the pus," Jeongin said, pressing his ear against the door next to Pugsley.

"I changed my mind. Go away," Fester snapped.

The boys frowned before walking away, tugging you with them. Their parents met them at the stairs. Their smiles fall at the frowns on their children's faces.

"What's wrong?" Morticia asked, hands cupping her children's faces. Jeongin carefully pushed her away from him and stomped down the stairs and to the car. Pugsley followed shortly without answering his mother.

Looking away after Pugsley slammed the door, your eyes met the gleaming eyes of Gomez and Morticia.

"Fester promised he'd attend the play, but he said he doesn't feel well," Y/N explained before rushing down the steps and out the door.

People rushed to get good seats or bring their children backstage. Jeongin led you in by your hand, Pugsley holding onto the back of your shirt. Morticia and Gomez follow with their hands on each child so as not to lose them.

A teacher tapped Morticia's arm, and the family paused. Their heads slowly turn to look at the offending hand.

"Mrs. Addams? I'm Jeongin's teacher, Susan Firkins." The woman smiled, displaying her bright teeth.

"Of course, Mrs. Firkins. Jeongin has told us so much about," Morticia hummed, tilting her head at the woman.

"May I see you for a moment?" Mrs. Firkins asked, looking between Jeongin and Morticia.

"This is a time to celebrate the children. We can speak another time." Morticia held your and Jeongin's shoulders to guide you into the next room. Gomez followed behind her with a dopey smile and Pugsley under his arm.

They found Margaret and Tully with a kid dressed in green. Margaret pinched his cheek as she presented him. "Isn't he adorable? I made this myself."

"It's charming," Morticia chimed, smiling softly at the child. "What is he, a lizard?"

"An elf," Margaret snapped, tilting the child's face to her. She knelt, licking a napkin, and wiped his face. "That's much better. You are precious. I could eat you alive."

"No, Margaret, he's too young," Morticia whispered.

Little kids dressed in bright costumes sang and danced on stage. The other parents watched happily while the Addams Family looked drained of entertainment.

Jeongin and Pugsley were backstage, getting ready. The older boy helping Pugsley fix his makeup as they talk about the new additions to their home.

"So we don't like Uncle Fester?" Pugsley asked, humming when Jeongin nodded in agreement. "What about Y/N? I like them, and I don't want them to leave."

"You like them?" Jeongin repeated.

"I'm going to ask them out after the play," Pugsley teased, checking his face in the vanity mirror.

"We still have empty spots. I will gladly bury you in the backyard," Jeongin threatened as he pointed the sword at Pugsley.

"Boys." A voice whispered. They turned and saw Fester standing behind them. He tossed them swords and a fake arm before running off to find a seat.

He sat next to Gomez, who leaned over to whisper, "I knew you couldn't stay away, old man."

The audience applauded as their children finished their performance. The loud cheers woke you from your nap. You panicked, lifting your head from Morticia's shoulder.

Morticia chuckled, and she patted your thigh. "You woke up just in time.

Jeongin and Pugsley's performance was messy. Their swords clashed before Pugsley sliced Jeongin's arm, and thick red paint spurted out of him.

"A hit! A very palpable hit," Pugsley cheered. Jeongin swung his sword and chopped off Pugsley's arm, spewing more blood out and onto the crowd in the front seats.

The audience coughed and gagged, wiping their faces using each other's clothes. Pugsley sliced Jeongin's neck, and he turned to the crowd, spraying them with more paint.

"Oh, proud death, what feast is toward in thine eternal cell?" Wednesday recited, dropping his sword and falling to his knees. "Sweet oblivion, open your arms."

He began choking before falling to the floor. The audience sat there stunned while you and the Addams family gave a standing ovation as the boys bowed on stage.

Jeongin and your eyes met. You blew a kiss, and he winked in response. Everything would be fine.

Jeongin lay with his arms crossed over his chest. The door's creaking woke Jeongin. Your head poked around the door, and Jeongin sat up.

"What's wrong?"

"I wanted to congratulate you and stuff. You did amazing," You said, standing next to the bed.

"Thank you," He replied, a glimmer in his eyes. Jeongin's voice lowered, "If you're comfortable, may I test something?"

You nod, watching as he smiles before lifting the covers and tugging you under them. It was surprisingly warm. His arms wrapped around you, and his face tucked against your neck.

"What are we doing?" You ask, and you feel Jeongin's lips curve into a smile. He nuzzles further into you, pulling you closer.

"I'm testing something, and you have to stay until morning. Goodnight," Jeongin whispered, his eyes bleary.

"Night, Jeongin."

Jeongin was confident his mother was right.

The sun shines through Jeongin's window, warming the pair in his bed. You both were awake unbeknownst to the other. Arms wrapped around each other, legs tangled under the covers.

Unfortunately, your empty stomach made its presence known with its growling.

"Let's go," Jeongin sighed, helping you out of the bed and down the stairs for breakfast.

His family sat in the same seats as before, with two empty seats remaining. The chair scraped against the floor as Jeongin pulled your chair closer before letting you sit down.

The family shared laughs and jokes about the play. The door slammed open, and Dr. Pinder-Schloss entered. Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were covered in dirt. You and Fester share a panicked look.

"Doctor, you were right. Fester fit right in," Gomez cheered as he patted Fester's arm. He frowned at how tense his brother was.

"Does he really have to go?" Pugsley asked.

"Of course, he does. With his absence comes Y/N's absence. They will not have to look after him anymore, no?" Dr. Pinder-Schloss asked. The glare on her face made it clear it wasn't a question.

Jeongin dropped his fork and gripped your elbow. Sighing softly, Morticia carefully placed her fork down, "We've planned a farewell party with the entire clan invited."

"We're a family again, and we owe it all to you," Dr. Pinder-Schloss," Gomez thanked. They shared pleasantries before having Fester walk her out.

After breakfast, Gomez and Morticia showed everyone the ballroom filled with items covered in white sheets. Fester stepped in after them and gasped in awe.

"Tish? How long has it been since we've waltzed?" Gomez asked, pulling his wife into his arms.

"Hours," Morticia whispered, gazing into her husband's eyes as they began waltzing around the room. The couple danced past Jeongin, and he turned to you, standing beside him.

"Will you attend the party with me?" Jeongin asked.

"Sure," You answered before pausing. "I've never danced before."

Jeongin smiled, holding out his hand for you to take. "Then I'll teach you."

The ballroom was cleaned and decorated, full of dancing couples, including Gomez and Morticia. An orchestra played with a man playing a cobra as a saxophone. A handful of people stood to the side, watching couples dance and waiting their turns.

Jeongin was amongst them, leaning against the wall, looking for you. A tall hunchback figure blocked his view.

"Hey, cousin, great party," He complimented.

"Thank you, Lumpy," Jeongin sighed before peeking around his cousin, and his eyes widened.

Your hair is done with kinks and coils out for everyone to see. A tight black outfit covered your figure, leaving your back and collarbone out. Your makeup was smokey, and your lips looked glossy. You were gorgeous.

Jeongin walked away before his cousin could respond. He held out his hand for yours, kissing the back of it. "Hello, mon cœur."

"You look beautiful. Would you like to dance?" He asked. Your eyes flicker between the dancing couples in panic, and Jeongin frowns. "Remember what I taught you, okay? I'll be with you. Still want to dance?"

You nod, smiling at Jeongin's soft giggle before yelping when he tugs you into his arms by the waist.

"Then let's dance," He grins.

They spun around the dance floor, waltzing between couples and dipping in the middle of the floor before repeating. Slowly lifting you from a dip, Jeongin's hand rubbed the skin of your back.

"Jeongin?" Morticia called.

"Yes, mother?" He replied, leaning your foreheads together.

"Would you run upstairs and check on your uncle, please?"

"Yes, Mother," He repeated, slowly leaning away from you before looping his arm with yours and exiting the ballroom.

Couples are lingering in the hallway and around the stairs. Some wave and speak as you two walk by and up the stairs.

The hallway of bedrooms is quiet, save for the mummers coming from Fester's door, slightly ajar.

Jeongin opened the door, and you both walked inside. The bathroom door, where the muffled voices came from, was open.

"Stop whining. Nobody likes that. It's unattractive," They heard Mrs. Craven say. "You do what you need, and we'll drop Y/N off at the highest bidder."

"Fine, I'll try and reach the vault tonight. Just leave Y/N out of this," Gordon compromised.

"Reach the vault, and I'll leave Y/N with these retched people," Mrs. Craven told him.

"I knew it! You are a fake!" Jeongin shouted, slamming the door open and scaring the two inside the bathroom.

"Come here, little ones." Mrs. Craven smiled, her fake German accent taking over. Jeongin grabbed your arm and ran off.

"Get them!" Mrs. Craven shouted. She yelped when Fester shoved her into the wall to chase after you.

Jeongin pushed into his room before locking the door. He opened a hatch in his room and helped you down before following. Just as he closed the trapdoor, Fester kicked the door in.

"Move quickly," Jeongin ordered. He led you through the tunnels and down a slide where it dropped out the side of the house toward the graveyard.

He brought you to the crypt and hid behind the pillars. He watched you slide to the floor before doing the same.

"I'm not related to Tully. I've never met the man before this week-" You picked at the leaves on the floor next to you. Jeongin's eyes left burns where they trailed your skin. "Dr. Pinder-Schloss's real name is Mrs. Craven. She told me we were breaking in to get something your family stole from her."

Jeongin's silence drew your attention to him, and you frowned. His brows furrowed, and his eyes were glossy with tears.

"You lied to me?" His voice broke.

"What?"

"I thought you liked me. I thought you were genuine, but you're a liar. I let you in, and you lied to me," Jeongin cried as his hand wrapped around your throat. The pressure was hard enough to keep you from moving and sure enough to leave the spot sore.

"No, wait! Everything between us was real! I like you so much. I like being around you. We don't even have to do anything. I just like your presence. You make me feel safe and warm. And-" You rambled, your breaths quick and ragged from the pressure of his hand around your throat. "Just please. Please believe me."

"I forgive you," Jeongin said, releasing your throat and helping you. He sat you on the stone coffin before sitting beside you. "I like being around you too."

You looked at him, and his head turned forward. He shrugged, picking at the eroded stone. "I want to be with you and protect you. I want to be the one you go to when you need comfort or to relax."

"I want to be your safe space." Jeongin frowned in thought before turning to you and grabbing your hands. He leaned his forehead against you. "I promise I won't let anyone hurt you again. Not even me. Don't ever let me grab you like that again."

"Not without your permission, at least," He snickered, eye gleaming with an emotion you couldn't name.

You smiled, cupping his face as he placed his lips on yours. He bit your lip, drawing a groan from you before trailing his lips down your jaw and to your ear.

"Don't leave me, mon cœur," He begged.

"I won't leave," You promised, and he kissed you again.

Tully ran out of the room just as the music started. Mrs. Craven stopped him before he could leave the house.

"Where are you going? There's trouble!" She glared.

Tully waved her off. "On to Plan B."

"But those gremlins-"

"I'm in charge. Give me ten minutes, and I'll be back." Tully assured before running to the neighbor's house.

The music and cheers barely quieted as he left. Tully could only imagine how annoyed the Judge was at the disruption to his sleep.

"What the hell is going on over there?" The Judge demanded.

How would you like to be rid of the Addamses for good?" Tully grinned. The Judge raised a brow of disbelief. "I'm serious."

"What can I do for you?" The Judge asked.

"You're gonna love this."

By the time Tully returned, everything was ending. Margaret left with one of the Addams' cousins while Fester spoke with Mrs. Craven. Morticia and Gomez remained in the ballroom, standing over a tray that had Pugsley curled on top of it.

"Look at him, Gomez. He looks like a little entree," Morticia sighed as she carefully rubbed her son's cheek. The boy huffed and stretched his legs as he sat up.

"Have you seen (Y/N) and your brother?" Gomez asked, running his fingers through his son's hair. He smiled as the boy leaned against his touch.

"Not since before the Mamushka," Pugsley answered.

The couple looked at each other in panic before heading to the backyard with Pugsley, Lurch, and Grandmama following. Gomez opened a map of their property and pointed at different spots for everyone to go to.

"Someone should stay behind in case they come back!" Fester yelled from his window.

"Good man with good thinking," Gomez praised before everyone split and searched for the missing teenagers.

Lurch searched the driveway and the front yard while Pugsley searched the trees surrounding the home. Grandmama and Morticia searched a nearby cave with Thing hopping around in the swamp.

Gordon checked the graveyard before entering the crypt. He smiled, finding you and Jeongin curled together on the stone coffin. He turned at the sound of footsteps and found Lurch walking towards him.

"Grab Y/N, will you," Gordon ordered as he carefully picked up his son and carried him out of the crypt, Lurch following behind with you in his arms.

The family met up in the driveway, where the gate was locked with police tape.

"This is a restraining order," Tully announced, his face contorted in an ugly grin. "It requires you to keep a distance of 1,000 yards away from this house."

"I am restrained from my own house?" Gomez asked, putting Jeongin, who woke from the noise, back down.

"This isn't your house, mustache. It belongs to the oldest living descendant, the elder brother. Fester Addams," Tully explained, his eyes wide with malicious joy. "You're bitter rivals, Gomez. Seeing the twins brought everything back."

His head tilted, eyes bouncing between each member before stopping on you, still held in Lurch's arms. Tully groaned, "I'll be taking Y/N back to the lady now. Hand them over."

Lurch stepped back as the rest of the family blocked Tully from reaching them. Tully huffed, waving them off and walking back to the house.

Morticia stepped forward, her brows raised in confusion. "Why would he bring Y/N to Dr. Pinder-Schloss?"

"Dr. Pinder-Schloss isn't a real doctor. She's a crook trying to steal our family fortune and roped Y/N into helping them," Jeongin explained, covering you with his jacket.

Gomez frowned, "Y/N lied to us."

"They tricked us!" Pugsley shouted, throwing his arms up.

"Deceived us," Morticia said.

"I knew I liked them," Grandmama chuckled as the family smiled at the sleeping teenager in his arms.

"Justice shall prevail, and the courts will decide," Gomez hummed, nodding his head before turning back to the house with a grin. "They say a man who represents himself has a fool for a client. With God as my witness, I am that fool!"

"Therefore, it is with no small amount of personal satisfaction that I declare Fester Addams the legal executor of the Addams estate and rightful owner of all possessions and properties contained therein with one exception," The Judge announced, his barely contained grin took over his face as he picked up a bucket of golf balls.

"Gomez Addams, I believe these are yours.-" He poured the golf balls onto the stand before standing from his seat. "- Y/N is denied emancipation and subjugated under the custody of Abigail Craven."

The family returned home with their heads down and feet dragging across the gravel. You watched from your place between Ms. Craven and Fester as they brought their bags to the car.

Jeongin walked by with a suitcase in one hand and a locked box in the other. He stopped before you, placing the box in your arms before yanking you into his arms for a hug.

"I'll get you out of here," He promised, kissing your cheek before rushing out the door.

"I'll hold you to it," You whispered as you watched the family drive away, leaving a crying gate and a broken heart behind.

The Addams Family sat in a dingy hotel room, Gomez slumped over in his seat with Thing rubbing his head.

"We've been forced from our homes, betrayed by those we trusted, and one of us is being held captive, but we will not submit," Morticia ordered, nodding her head at the group sitting around the table.

"Who recalls the old fable of the tortoise and the hare? The swift yet lazy cottontail and his slow but determined companion. What does the story teach us?"

"Kill the hare! We'll skin it and boil it!" Grandmama grinned.

"Put the tortoise on the highway," Jeongin suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

"During rush hour," Pugsley laughed, throwing his head back.

"Yes. Poison us. Strangle us. Break our bones. We will come back for more. Why?"

"Because we like it," Grandmama said, wiggling in her seat.

"Because we're down an Addams," Pugsley corrected. Everyone quiets when reminded of you, still trapped with Mrs. Craven.

Mrs. Craven and Gordon sat at the table of the Addams home, eating lunch. You remained in your room fiddling with the boxy Jeongin gave you.

"After lunch, we'll try to open the vault again," Mrs. Craven announced, scooping a forkful of noodles into her mouth. "We have this cozy little nest while we wait."

"Yes, mother," Fester mumbled as he played with his food.

Mrs. Craven frowned at him before smiling in an attempt to assure him. "Y/N will come around. They'll realize we did this for the better of us."

"Yes, Mother," Fester repeated and Mrs. Craven frowned again.

You remained in your room, fiddling with the locked box. You had searched Jeongin's old room and Pugsley's for the key but came up empty. You even used one of Mrs. Craven's hairpins in the slot, but the lock broke it.

The door opened, and Tully walked in with a bowl of noodles and sauce. He placed them on the table beside her, doing a double take at the box in her arms before walking back out.

She could see Fester peaking at her from over Tully's shoulder just before the door closed again.

"Make things right, Fester," You whispered, looking up at the ceiling.

Shortly after sunset, someone knocked on the door and Tully rushed to open it. Morticia greeted him before stepping past him and into the house for Fester. Instead, she was strapped to a torture table.

"All right, Gordon, let's get started," Mrs. Craven ordered, ignoring Morticia's rambling. None of them noticed Thing hopping onto the windowsill.

"The vault, Mrs. Addams, any thoughts?" Mrs. Craven asked.

"None whatsoever," Morticia grinned.

"Tully, take over," Mrs. Craven demanded, shoving Tully toward the control panel of the torture device. He turned it, forcing the handles to pull at Morticia and stretch her out.

"Again."

Tully tightened it, both he and Gordon flinching when Morticia groaned.

"You've done this before," She smiled, breathless. Thing hopped from the windowsill and ran off.

Thing arrived at the hotel and knocked until Fester let him in. They sat at the table with the hand rapidly signing to Gomez.

"Will you slow down? It's terrible when you stutter!" Gomez shouted. Thing slammed on the table before grabbing a pen and trying to write. He chucked the pen to the side. The pen had no ink.

He grabbed a spoon and tapped his message in Morse code. Gomez stood, his chair falling back, with determination.

"Is mother in trouble?" Jeongin asked, rubbing his eyes as he walked over.

"Yes, and I'm going to save her," Gomez answered before walking to the door. He stopped at the footsteps following him. "It's too dangerous, son."

"Y/N is still trapped in that house with them. I promised I would get them out." Jeongin glared at his father before walking past him and out the door.

"Ah, young love," Gomez sighed before following his son.

"Is this gonna smell?" Tully complained, watching Mrs. Craven stick a fire poker in the lit fireplace.

"Tully Alford. A charlatan, a deadbeat, and a parasite. Gomez adored you," Morticia said.

"Morticia, please," Fester begged.

"Dear Fester, which is the real you? The loathsome, underhanded monster you've become? Or the loathsome, underhanded monster we came to love?" Morticia asked, turning her nose up at Fester. He huffed, waving his arms in panic.

Though your socks quieted your footsteps, Mrs. Craven still heard you and shoved you into a chair. Helping Tully tie you down, Mrs. Craven interrupted Fester from speaking.

"Gordon, I have a thought, just a notion. Why don't you do this?" Mrs. Craven shoved the handle of the red-hot fire poker into Fester's hands.

"Maybe a few pokes with that will get Mrs. Addams talking," Mrs. Craven grinned, gesturing for Fester to burn you with the tool.

"No, wait!" Morticia shouted, tugging at her binds as her eyes snapped to you. She watched, helplessly, as you tried to wiggle away from Mrs. Craven.

Just as Fester went to hit Mrs. Craven with the pokey, Gomez crashed through the window and into the room. Jeongin climbed in after his father and spotted you, tied to a chair in the corner. He rushed to you as Thing tossed Gomez a sword.

Before Gomez could move, Tully swung his sword at him. The two of them began sword fighting while Jeongin helped remove your gag.

"Are you hurt, mon cœur?" He asked, tugging at the rope tied around your ankles. He smiled as you nodded in response before pressing a long kiss to your lips.

Gomez swiped the sword out of Tully's hand and held both of them to his neck. Jeongin finished untying you before helping you up.

A gun clicking forced everyone's attention to the side, and Mrs. Craving pointed it at Gomez. "Let him up."

Gomez slowly removed the swords from Tully's neck as Mrs. Craven ordered, "Take him to the vault. If you're not back in one hour, I displace her."

She pointed the gun at Morticia, who was still tied to the torture table. Gomez grumbled as he walked over to the bookshelf, and Fester huffed.

"Mother, you can't!"

"Shut it, Gordon. You're nothing but a useless sniveling baby! I should have left you where I found you!" Mrs. Craven yelled, and Fester's face soured before turning to Gomez.

"No tricks, Gomez! That's the wrong book." Fester grinned as he picked up a book titled Hurricane Irene. While Fester turned to Mrs. Craven and Tully, Gomez untied his wife.

"Put that book down, Gordon. You don't understand what it can do. It's not just literature," Tully warned. Gordon opened and closed the book. A small, powerful gust of wind knocked the gun from Mrs. Craven's hand.

"You keep that book closed, Gordon. Listen to Mother," Mrs. Craven ordered as she stepped back. Gomez guided you, Morticia, and Jeongin to the bookshelf before helping everyone into the vault.

"You were a terrible mother! I said it!" Gomez cheered before opening the book.

The wind blew through the room, bringing rain and lightning. The hurricane pulled the remaining three into the hair and around the room, the book flying out of Fester's hands.

Tully and Mrs. Craven were thrown out the window just as Fester grabbed the book. Lightning struck him in the head before he closed the book, and he collapsed.

Tully and Mrs. Craven landed in open coffins, tombstones with their names before them.

Pugsley slammed the lids before grabbing a shovel to start burying them. Next to him was Jeongin with his arms around you.

"I'm sure they've learned their lesson," He grinned, tightening his grip around you.

SEVERAL MONTH LATER

Gomez and Morticia were decorating the last room for Halloween. The boys raced down the stairs with Pugsley beating Jeongin. The youngest wore a dark grey oversized coat hanging off him with his hair tucked into a wig cap, courtesy of you.

"Hello, old man," Gomez joked as he patted his son's bald head. Pugsley was dressed as Fester. You and Jeongin walked up, you in a vampire costume and Jeongin without one.

"Trick or treat," Margaret cheered, dressed as a fairy. Cousin It followed her with his long hair covering his face and sweeping the floor behind him, dressed as a cowboy.

"Hello, you two. I almost didn't recognize you," Morticia greeted.

"Isn't he handsome? Everyone keeps asking where he bought his costume."

"it is a wonderful hat," Gomez complimented.

"Where's your costume?" Margaret asked Jeongin.

He looked down at his outfit before raising a brow at her. "This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else."

Margaret nodded before Morticia guided everyone to the living room. Lurch painted a portrait of Fester and Pugsley while Jeongin helped you carve a pumpkin.

"Good thing that lightning knocked some sense into you," Grandmama grinned as Pugsley handed Fester a lightbulb. It asked something in gibberish.

"Dr. Pinder-Schloss really did find Fester tangled in a tuna net 25 years ago," Gomez nodded. "With amnesia."

"From the Bermuda Triangle, like I said," Jeongin huffed. It spoke again.

"Very true. Stranger things have happened," Morticia repeated.

After Lurch finished the portrait, Fester shouted, "Time for a game! We'll play Wake the Dead!"

"A lovely choice, old man," Gomez exclaimed. "Out to the cemetery, everyone!"

"How do we play?" Margaret asked, helping Grandmama outside.

"Did you bring a shovel?"

Pugsley ran into your side, wrapping his arms around you in a hug as he looked up at you. "Can you be on my team, Y/N?"

"No," Jeongin answered as he shoved Pugsley off you before pulling you to the cemetery. After getting off the floor, Pugsley ran after you with Fester following.

Gomez and Morticia stood in the doorway watching everyone dig out graves. After a moment, Morticia held up a baby onesie she was knitting in the living.

"Cara mia, is it true?" Gomez asked.

"Oui, mon amour," She whispered, and Gomez dipped her into a kiss.

You and Jeongin were sitting on a stone bench away from the group. The same box from before, now unlocked and in your hands. Jeongin watched you open it before gasping.

A ring.

"It's a promise ring. A promise to never leave each other," Jeongin said, a glint in his eyes as he slid the ring on your finger. "I love you, mon cœur."

He grabbed your chin, smiling as you whispered a response before pulling you into a kiss.

"I love you too, my dearest."

©️DEANAMEANTAE2024

[jasperthehatchet]

Hi ❤️ I found this beautiful red pair of pants at the thrift store a while ago, and I just got around to modifying them (also I fucked around with my photo editor for no reason)

I really love the embroidery on it and the material is extremely soft and breathable. But when I got them they were a bit too big for me and the drawstring was a pain in the ass to use. So I removed the drawstring and mended the hole, then I folded the waist band over itself in two places at my sides and stitched it in place. It's an elastic waist band so I was completely okay with removing the drawstring entirely (I forgot to take a picture of the waist band. Oh well)

I was thinking of adding more embroidery to the waist band but I'm afraid of compromising the stretchy-ness in any way so Idk yet. I think I'll leave it alone for now

I also changed the shape of the legs, they were flared out a little bit. I like the shape so instead of using elastic, I made drawstrings for the bottom of the legs so that I could achieve that poofy pants shape I like, but I also have the option to untie or remove the strings and bring them back to their original shape if I want to

I went from having this in my wardrobe and rarely wearing it to wearing it all the time!!! They're so comfortable and beautiful and they were fun to modify 🌿☀️

*****

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There are 5 total images. The first one is of me in my mirror wearing a black crop top and red pair of pants made of flowy fabric, they're embroidered with an intricate diagonal grid pattern and some vines around it in the same color as the fabric, across the middle of both legs and going down. but the embroidery doesn't show well in this particular image. My head doesn't show in the image so it's just my outfit. I edited the photo and put some sun stickers on it as well as two captions in white text placed near my waist that say: "took the drawstring out and mended the hole" and "tailored the waist band to fit" and a third caption at the bottom of the photo that says "cut open the hem at the bottom of each leg and inserted new drawstrings, changing the shape."

The next two images are pictures of the pants laid out on my bed, one image is zoomed in on the embroidery.

The next image is zoomed in on the bottom of the right leg where I put new drawstrings made of darker red yarn. There's red embroidered vines going down the seams and slightly lighter red embroidery thread on the edges of the hole I cut in the hem. There are three captions in white text in the photo that say: 1. "I embroidered the edges of the fabric I cut so they don't fray." 2. "Once i finished that i stitched it closed 1/4th of the way on the inside to prevent this part of the hem from sticking out." 3. "And I made two new drawstrings from yarn before I realized I could've used the one from the waist band instead"

The last image is of the same are of the pants as the last image but without the text and my hand. And the hole where the drawstrings are coming out of is less visible.

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[tothosewhoyearnforit]

impurity pt.2 - chaewon

- so um, I saw this picture earlier today, and well, it riled me up again so this is a pretty quick one

-length: 1185 words

-chaewon x male reader

Slam! 

The door behind you closed as Chaewon pinned you to it. 

“I hope you got some good pictures, oppa…” The beautiful minx says with a devious smile on her face, her lips diving in furiously to meet yours as you both indulge in a deep, passionate kiss. 

“Any picture with you in it is bound to be perfect. They won’t even need editors to edit these pictures”, you chuckle, breaking the kiss momentarily, tracing your hand against her sharp jawline. You think back about how sexy your girlfriend looked through your lens just a moment ago, her toned midriff made ever the more obvious by the black leather crop top and skirt and her slender arms, one raised up like a conductor’s hand commanding a orchestra, while the other lay on the black couch for support. 

Tearing your pants down to your ankles, Chaewon looks at you hungrily as she strokes your hard cock. She plants a light, gentle kiss on the base of your cock before taking half your length within her mouth and running her tongue over it. 

“Ohh shit. That’s it Chae…”

Withdrawing your cock from her mouth, she strokes your spit-laden cock a few more times. This time it feels much better with less resistance in her stroking, causing your head to tilt back as you revel in the pleasure. Then, she takes more length of your cock within her as she begins to bob her head faster and faster on your cock. Looking down once more, you see a mixture of precum and saliva starting to coat the sides of her mouth with her increasing speed, her eyes staring straight into yours with pure lust behind her glassy beads. Then, she takes in the full length and stays there for a few minutes, her lips leaving a lipstick stain at the base of your cock. Her gag reflex kicks in and she is forced to withdraw, tears forming at the sides of her beautiful eyes. 

“Want to facefuck this gorgeous face oppa?”

“Without question baby.”

Bunching her jet-black short hair into a makeshift ponytail, you slide your cock back into the mouth behind many hit songs. Starting off with a slow pace, you piston your hips in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. Even though you have facefucked her way too many times, her mouth feels amazing and comfortable each and every time, like it was made for taking your cock. You then started to speed up your thrusts, more and more spit and precum overflowing from her mouth, the lipstick stain getting darker and darker. 

Shit. I’m not going to last long at this rate.

Not wanting to let the fun end so soon, you reluctantly pull out of her mouth. A string of saliva gets stretched as you pull out and Chaewon rushes to catch it before foaming the mixture of precum and saliva up with her tongue. She sticks her tongue open like an ahegao face to reveal her concoction before swallowing the potent mixture in one fell gulp, then sticking her tongue back out. 

“Mini performance for you, oppa.”

Overloaded with pure lust, you pick her tiny body up and throw her onto the sofa in the changing room, causing Chaewon to yelp in excitement. Like a lion tearing the skin of its prey, you hastily take the leather pieces of clothing off, revealing her perfect tiny body, decorated with a mole near her a belly button and another on her left thigh,

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door as Chaewon’s manager calls out to her. 

“ Chaewon-ah! Five more minutes and we’re leaving.”

“Got it manager-nim.” 

Turning back to you and lowering her volume, she says, “Looks like you’ve got 5 minutes to wrap it up oppa.”

“That’s all I need, Chae.”

Pushing her knees up to her chest and getting her to hold her legs in position, you ram your cock all the way inside her pussy in one big thrust, not wanting to waste any of the precious 5 minutes that you had left. Chaewon, unprepared for such a rash start, arches her back, her arms losing grip on her legs. You take both her free hands and pin them above her head. An intrusive thought kicks in and you lean down to lick her armpit, the salty sweat collecting on your tongue.

Tasty. 

 You then start moving your hips, your balls slapping her ass with each thrust, causing the air to be filled with a clapping sound. Chaewon tries to move her arms to grip onto something for stability but your hands are holding them in place, causing her to squirm about.

“Shit…Too much…I’m gonna…cum in no time…” she says between deep breaths.

Wanting to get more pleasure faster, you change places with Chaewon, placing her tiny body on top of yours, both of your bodies facing the ceiling, and start thrusting into her pussy once again. You slide your left hand over to her right breast, giving it a hard squeeze, while your right hand falls to rub her clit as you continue pistoning your cock into her blissful abyss. Chaewon’s hands claw into the sofa for stability as her slender legs become limp pieces of meat on the sides of yours, moving up and down with the buckling of your hips. Only able to rely on your sense of touch to navigate your way through Chaewon’s body, you wish there was a mirror on the ceiling that allowed you to see what kind of sensual art piece the two of you were making. Maybe I should get one for home.

“Wanna put a mirror on the ceiling back at home? We can see our reflections as we fuck like animals Chae.” you whisper into her ear, the thrusts starting to speed up.

“This… Is too much…Oppa… I’m gonna c-!” Unable to finish her sentence, her hips start buckling and her back arches up as squirt shoots up into the air and onto the makeup tables, the two of you starting your own waterwork show. 

Oh, I am so definitely getting the mirror back at home. That must have been an insanely lewd sight. 

Feeling your high about to come, you lay Chaewon on the sofa once more and point your throbbing cock at the midriff you were admiring not too long ago. Spurts of thick white are shot onto her toned abs, painting them in your hot sticky load, making it seem like a sugar glaze. Chaewon, not losing the performer’s touch, looks at you with a devious smile on her face as she uses her hands and rubs the cum into her skin as you collapse into the makeup chair behind you. She puts her cum coated fingers in her mouth before getting up and back into her clothes. 

“The makeup artists are coming back in to clean up soon. You better get changed and out of here.” she says, tossing your clothes back at you. 

“Arrange another date soon oppa. I’ll let you cum deep inside my pussy next time.”

[taylor-titmouse]

Julia is sick of working late. She's sick of being disrespected, and most of all she's sick of her boss. Lance is a burned out, smooth-talking playboy, but he also happens to be the son of the CEO.  When Lance pushes her buttons once too often, Julia is tempted to put him in his place – but is it worth throwing away her career for a moment of satisfaction? Content: -F/M -dom -degradation -small penis humiliation -directed masturbation -power play 5k words,  EPUB and PDF format Only $3, Releases later tonight! you can go read the first two pages on the shop page!

i've mentioned a couple times now that my editor and the author of roger crenshaw: the dogs at duskfall @mortalityplays is now available for freelance work for people other than me, but i don't think i've made as big of a deal how he's ALSO going to start releasing his own smut shorts on the last friday of every month! he is SUCH a talented writer on top of being an excellent editor and it's my absolute delight to work with him on the cover for his first release. FINALLY i have a great answer when asked "is there anyone else writing smut like you?"

and since this was the first time in a while i went through a cover design process that wasn't just me making one for myself, i thought i would go into how it went!

The Prompt

R/L wanted something that didn't visually describe the characters, because he had deliberately avoided that himself in the text. these characters are archetypes, ideas of characters: a woman who works in an office and her playboy burnout boss. for an erotic fantasy scenario, not going into detail can be ideal, as it allows the reader to project their own fantasies onto the characters. but what does that mean for a cover, when showing off the characters is often the point?

The Thumbnails

it means silhouettes, babie! if you're a reader of romance you've probably seen this approach a few times. silhouettes allow you to give the impression of a character without actually specifying them. HOWEVER! that can only go so far. note the female silhouettes in the left and right thumbnails--one with a pony tail, one with her hair down. these two very minor design elements say completely different things about the character, and pin her design down into something specific. (there is a whole line of feminist thought about this, that there is no such thing as an "unmarked" woman, or rather a woman whose presentation does not say something about her, ie a woman not wearing makeup is not perceived as neutral the way a man not wearing makeup is).

so anyway including her in the cover in full doesn't work for the prompt, because how she wears her hair or how she dresses would say something about her that we don't want to say. thus: we chose the middle design!

a man in a shirt and tie are super archetypal, and """neutral""" enough to not say anything specific about lance, our male protagonist, other than he has a job and is of average size (which are of course not technically truly neutral, but for our purposes, are functional as symbols). and while a long, narrow, leg does still say something about julia, it is abstracted enough to simply represent the concept of "woman" without projecting an overall image of her in the reader's head. she has a leg, and she wears high heels. that's all you get!

The Sketch

now we can move on to the sketch stage! this is the point at which the palette and text are figured out. i tried a few fonts before landing on one that had the retro paperback all-caps feel that i liked, and i used what i believe to have been a risograph print texture from retrosupply.

we went with the text up top rather than at the bottom, because it lends weight to the shoe and balances out the blacks in the pants. it also allows the figure to take up more of the cover, which is ideal. honestly, not a whole lot to say about this bit that i didn't cover in thumbnails: which is the point of doing thumbnails in the first place!

The Finish

well you can just scroll up to see that one. the final colors ended up a little less saturated, a little cooler, to bring it home to the retro paperback look i was going for and tie the colors together. i'm very pleased with it and had a lot of fun. cover design is one of my favorite parts of putting out books, and it was especially fun working with someone else to bring their vision to life.

anyway, you should go buy this book! it's only three dollars and i want to make more covers for these! your purchases would prove that i am a very good investment as a cover artist >:)

[lucidlivi]

Chosen For Pleasure (XIV)

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I hid a quote in here from one of my favorite tv shows, besides supernatural of course... see if you can catch it! If you can, let's be best friends!

gun violence and mental illness talk at the end of this chapter, please read with caution if it is triggering to you in any way.... if you are struggling with mental health, please reach out! I love you and I'm happy you're here!

"is this really necessary?" I asked Jensen, my eyes befalling the large man in a suit standing next to him.

"yes, until they catch Riley, I'm not risking your safety... besides Mark's a professional, he knows how to be discreet, you won't even know he's around." Jensen said kissing my cheek.

I highly doubt that.

A big burley security man following my every movement.... yeah they'll never see him coming.

I sighed deeply, knowing I'd never be able to talk Jensen out of it.

I stood on my tippy toes connecting his lips with mine. It was a short brief kiss, but it was all I needed to get my heart racing.

"I should go, don't want to be late for my first day as Chief Editor." I said leaning in to Jensen's warm embrace.

"I'll pick you up after work, we have some things to discuss."

"things to discuss, what sort of things?"

"you never answered my question." Jensen smirks knowingly before departing.

It's been a hectic few days, my mind has been on overload. I'm lucky I even remembered to put pants on today. Of course I haven't been able to think about Jensen's proposition of moving in with him yet. I definitely needed to talk to Stella first.

"Mark." I said nodding my head at the tall man.

Mark starts to follow me in to the building quietly.

"who's the big dude?" Stella says as soon as we get inside.

I let out a sigh, so much for being discreet.

I roll my eyes as my coworkers glance at Mark, who's right on my tail.

"Mark.." I answer shrugging my shoulders.

I walked past everyone, going to my new office. I was surprised to see it was completely different than the last time I had been in here.

"I uh redecorated, I thought it would help ya know, so you didn't think about it." Stella said from the doorway.

I looked around the spacious office, every trace of Gray had been erased.

"I love you Stell." I said, a tear in my eye.

I engulfed my best friend in a hug. We stood in each other’s embrace, smiling.

"Sooo do I have to call you Ms. (L/N) now?"

"Oh god please don’t!" I laughed.

I took a deep breath, a comfortable silence fell between us.

"this is crazy right, I mean your life has done a complete three sixty."

I let Stella's words sink in, she was completely right. A few months ago if you'd told me this would be my life, I would've laughed in your face.

"it totally has... sometimes I don't even know how to keep up." I admitted glancing at Mark who stood outside my office like a soldier.

"okay what's up with Mark?" Stella giggled looking at the large man.

"I'm afraid Jensen insists, just until they catch Riley."

"ah yes, the crazy."

"Stella, she's not crazy, she's mentally ill."

I could see Stella noticeably roll her eyes.

"why are you defending her, she literally wants to hurt you (y/n/n)!"

I chewed on my bottom lip nervously as her words sunk in.

I didn't know what Riley's intentions were, but from the damage done to my car, I gathered that we wouldn't be talking over a cup of coffee anytime soon.

"I’m sorry, I know things have been crazy for you, and I just want you to know that I'm here, to listen, to talk, to eat our feelings away with chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream... whatever you need." Stella said giving me a warm smile.

"Jensen asked me to move in with him." I blurted out, the thought weighing heavily on my mind.

"oh my gosh, that's great!" Stella squealed.

"it is?" I question, surprised by her reaction.

"it is if that's what you want?" Stella questions.

I look at the pretty brunette sitting in front of me. I didn't know what I did to deserve her friendship some days.

"I really love him Stella." I whispered.

"then you should do it."

"but I'll miss you.."

"please, you can't get rid of me that easily.."

I engulfed my friend in another hug, squeezing her tightly.

"am I interrupting something?"

I let go of Stella to see David, the owner of the magazine standing in the doorway.

"no, I’m sorry sir." I said smiling.

"just wanted to see how you were settling in, and ask if you made any progress on finding me some new voices?"

I smiled widely at Stella.

"yes sir, in fact this is one right here! Stella is the best journalist we have." I said pushing Stella forward.

Stella nervously smiled at him.

"Stella is it, well why don't we go have a talk then?" David said reaching out a hand for her to shake.

I beamed with pride as I watched them leave the office to settle in the conference room.

I could never repay Stella for how much she does for me, but this was a start.

I heard the office phone start to ring, snapping me out of my daze.

"Ms. (L/N)" I answered.

I heard Jensen chuckle on the other end.

"Ms. (L/N), sounds incredibly sexy when you say it." Jensen purred.

"oh please, I thought I was going to come undone, the first day you said my name." I shot back.

"I was just calling to see how your first day as chief editor is going?"

I felt the smile grace my face.

"good actually, it's kind of making me nervous.." I said picking my nails.

"why is it making you nervous?"

"have you ever heard the term regression to the mean?"

"no.." Jensen said sounding confused.

“It means that life can’t ever be all bad or all good. You know, eventually, things have to come back to the middle.”

"I'm not understanding baby."

"I mean that everything's been okay lately, you know, we're okay, the jobs okay, Stella and I are okay.. the middle."

"so you mean things are about to get really good.." Jensen started

"or really bad." I finished cutting him off.

"sweetheart I think this whole Riley thing has you worked up, everything will be fine, okay, nothing is going to happen." Jensen reassured.

He was probably right. I mean this whole Riley situation did have me pretty worked up.

I just felt it was something more though, like there was something looming over us and I just couldn't figure out what it was.

It could've been my conversation with Elle too. I couldn't get her words out of my head... I just want to know who my competition is.

What did that even mean?

Was she going to try to steal Jensen away from me?

I guess it would be steal Jensen back, considering she had him first.

I didn't realize how quiet I was until I heard Jensen's smooth voice through the speaker.

"baby talk to me, what's going through your mind?"

"I think you're right, I'm just a little overwhelmed, I guess Mark wasn't such a bad thing." I said staring at the man who hasn't moved from the entrance of my office.

"see I told you..." Jensen said in a teasing tone.

"I don't have to take him everywhere do I? He's not coming home with me!"

I heard Jensen's hearty laugh boom through the speaker.

"he's definitely NOT going home with you.. he's just for when I can't be with you to protect you."

"my hero.." I swooned.

Jensen laughed again.

"I miss you already." I whispered.

"oh god I sound so needy." I added quickly.

"I miss you too.."

"so I uh talked to Stella about your proposition." I said biting my thumb nail.

"oh yeah? and how did that go?"

"good.." I answered being vague in my answer purposely.

"and do you have an answer for me?"

"yeah..." I whispered not being able to fight the smile on my face.

"well get on with it then, c'mon woman you're killing me here." Jensen whined.

"I mean, I'll have to get some things from the apartment." I said.

"so that's a yes?"

"yes Jensen, I'll move in with you."

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"Are you going home? I'm going to grab some things and stay at Jensen's tonight." I told Stella as we gathered our things, the end of our day approaching.

"No, Matt's taking me out to dinner to celebrate my new promotion, thanks for that by the way! I can't believe I'm the new lead journalist!" Stella squealed making me smile.

"I didn't do anything, that was all you."

"Still, I couldn't have gotten it without you putting in a word to David for me."

"It's the least I could do, you do so much for me."

Stella wrapped her arms around me squeezing me tightly for the third time this day.

I've been so caught up in all things Jensen that I realized I really missed my friend, and I was so lucky to have her in my corner.

"woah, that's my woman."

Stella let go, throwing a look to Jensen who now stood in the doorway to my office. I didn’t see Mark anymore, Jensen must have dismissed him.

"nice office..." Jensen admired.

"I redecorated, thank you very much." Stella piped up.

"so when I need any redecorating done, I'll know who to call." Jensen smirked.

Stella glanced at her phone quickly before meeting my eyes again.

"I think Matt's here, I'll see you soon.." Stella said squeezing my hand before going over to Jensen.

"Jensen, take care of her... if you don't I'll chop your dick off." Stella threatened.

"Stella!" I exclaimed mortified.

Jensen just laughed in response.

"You have my word Stella, I mean I would kind of like to keep my dick." Jensen said making me roll my eyes at the pair.

"see you tomorrow." Stella said with a final wave.

Jensen smiled at her shaking his head. He came over to me wrapping me in a hug.

“she’s something..” Jensen laughed.

“you have no idea… are you ready to go home?” I asked cocking my eyebrow.

“as long as I’m with you I am home.” Jensen said.

I rolled my eyes at his line.

“that was incredibly cheesy.” I laughed.

“I thought it was romantic… even a little bit?” Jensen pouted.

“okay just a little bit.”

Jensen smiled, leaning down to pull me in for a kiss. I took a shaky breath as he connected our lips. I felt electricity pulsating through my skin as his lips moved on mine.

“I love you.” He said as he pulled away.

“I love you more.” I whispered.

Jensen gave me another quick peck.

“Impossible.”

Jensen grabbed my bag with one hand, grasping mine with other, as he led us out of the office. Cole stood by the car waiting with an open door.

“Ms. (L/N).” Cole nodded as I slid in.

“You really need to give him a break..” I said laughing at Jensen.

“Cole doesn’t need a break, do ya Cole?”

“no Mr. Ackles.”

“Cole you can be honest I know this one’s a lot to deal with.” I said smacking Jensen’s chest playfully.

“between you and me ma’am.” Cole started giving Jensen a smirk.

I laughed at Jensen’s flustered expression.

Cole pulled up to our apartment, quickly getting out so he could open my door. Jensen shuffled out after me. As soon as we stepped out of the car, his phone started ringing. He pulled it out checking the caller ID.

“It’s Jared.”

“you can take it.. I’m just going to grab some toiletries and a couple outfits, I’ll be right back.” I said kissing his cheek.

Jensen offered me a grateful smile as he answered his phone.

I unlocked the door, before grabbing our mail and going inside. I would have to remember to reroute my mail to the new address. I threw the mail on the counter, wanting to pack my things before I went through it.

I grabbed my overnight bag throwing articles of clothing in it before going to our bathroom. I made sure to grab my toothbrush, hairbrush and the other essentials. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror breathing a deep sigh.

I was really doing this.

I threw the rest of my stuff in my bag, zipping it up and walking back in to the kitchen. I set my bag down grabbing the mail to sift through it.

I turned around, feeling my blood run cold.

It was her.

Riley.

I gasped at the sight of her dropping the mail.

I didn’t know how she got in, the door was still locked.

I could see from the look on her face that she was distressed. I was afraid, but I wouldn’t let her see. I needed to remain calm.

“Riley… uh Jensen’s right outside, we could go see him.” I hesitantly said, holding my hands out so she could see I meant her no harm.

I shuddered as she pulled a gun from her pocket.

“I came to see you.”

I shivered, her voice was haunting, like she was in grave pain. I didn’t take my eyes off the gun she held to her side.

“okay..” I breathed.

“Jensen told me what happened Riley, I know you’re in a lot of pain, and I’m so sorry.. Jensen talks about you still, he cares about you.” I said trying to diffuse the situation.

I flinched as a warning shot rang out. I could feel the breath getting caught in my chest as I feared for my life.

“DON’T LIE!” Riley yelled, bringing the gun up so it was now pointed directly at me.

“just tell me what you have that I don’t.” she cried.

“nothing Riley, I’m nothing.” I pleaded.

“but he kisses you, and sleeps in your bed.” Riley said.

I felt the color drain from my face.

“how do you know that?”

“I saw you, I watched you… I know you love him but I do too.” Riley said eerily calm.

I thought back to the night when Jensen slept over. I thought I had seen someone but chalked it up to my imagination playing tricks on me… but now I know it was her watching us.

“Riley why don’t you put the gun down.” I begged trying to maintain my composure.

“you don’t even know him, what he likes, you don’t give him what he wants, he’s just pretending with you and he’ll get tired of pretending!” Riley growled.

Suddenly Jensen burst in the door followed by Cole.

Riley didn’t move the gun from me.

I could see the fear in Jensen’s eyes as he glanced at me.

“Riley..”

Jensen pointed at himself, asking Riley to turn the gun on him. Riley glanced between me and Jensen before turning the gun his way.

“Jensen don’t.” I cried, letting a few tears slip out.

Jensen held his hand out quieting me.

“I know you don’t want to hurt me Riley.” Jensen said, taking a step closer to her.

Riley breathed a heavy sigh as Jensen reached out wrapping his hand around the barrel of the gun. He yanked it out of her hands, switching the safety on, and putting it in his pocket.

“come here.” Jensen said reaching his arms out.

Riley collapsed in his arms crying. Jensen held her stroking her hair.

“Cole get (y/n) out of here, take her back home.” Jensen said.

Cole took a step towards me, but I took a step back.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I said not wanting to leave Jensen alone.

“(y/n) for once just do what I ask!” Jensen snapped.

I felt the tears roll down my cheeks as I grabbed Cole’s hand allowing him to lead me outside to the car. He opened the door gesturing for me to get in.

I dropped his hand stepping away from the car. I gave Cole a look, and started to walk down the street.

“Ms. (L/N) please.”

“stop it Cole.” I growled walking away.

I didn’t know where I was going, I just had to get away. I felt the tears staining my cheeks as I walked.

It was too much.

It was all too much.

for once just do what I ask..

he’s just pretending with you, and he’ll get tired of pretending..

I covered my ears trying to drown out the loud voices that were screaming at me.

I collapsed on the sidewalk, bringing my knees to my chest and sobbing.

this is what I meant.

regression to the mean..

Author Note:

I’m sorry for breaking your hearts again! Part fifteen will reveal a lot, so make sure you stick around to find out! If you liked this part please indicate so with a heart, comment, reblog, or a follow! It really is motivating! I appreciate you all!

xoxoxo

Liv

[bubblessunshinehoney]

Big Fan (part2)

Chapter 2: where you meet him again, but once again...not more than some coffee

don't be shy, reblog, comment, like!

Enjoy, Cloudy

not beta read, english is not my first language. all mistakes are my own

tw: none, just two people bad at flirting and getting to the main point of....a real date!

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“You did what?”

“I asked for his autograph in return, was it a bad idea?”

“no,  but you could have ask him for his number too! Why didn’t you?”

You fell silent. You friend was right, you just…exchange autographs and talked until the café was closing, but none of you…asked for each other number.

“Oops?”

“OOPS?, Y/N are you kidding me!!!”

“I’m sorry okay? I’m bad at flirting! And maybe he didn’t want my number? Or he doesn’t have a phone?”

“You’re just making excuses, you’re bad at flirting, I know that, gosh I can’t believe you! But at the same time, i love you and find you just adorable and innocent when you act like that.”

“Thank you?”

“It’s a compliment, take it”

You both laugh after that, yes she was right, you were like a deer in the light when it came to flirting and dating, not knowing how to act when someone was to your liking.

You look at your laptop and see you have a new email.

Big fan

Hi,

It’s bucky, I’m sorry to bother you like that, but I wanted to…would you like to meet again?

Best regards,

JBB

You squealed, frighting your friend.

“He wrote me an email, how cute?”

“Read it to me!”

You do as told and she coos.

“Best regards, JBB…yeah maybe you’re right, he might not have a phone”, she jokes.

RE: Big fan

Hi Bucky,

It’s so nice to hear from you, I would love to meet you again, same café Thursday at 4pm?

“Oh, Y/N put her big girl pants on!”, teases your friend.

You kindly tell her to shut up with a laugh.

Thursday

Bucky is already here, looking at the place like it was the first time he was here. What did you like here, why this specific café? He wanted to know so much about you. Not in a creepy fan way, he was just amazed that a girl, no a woman like you…wrote those words and made him travel to some better places in an hundred pages. You looked so delicate, like a doll, a strong beautiful, mesmerising independent doll.

Get it back together Barnes.

You walk over to him, a sheepish smile on your face and his heart goes wild. He tries to steady his heartbeat, but then you say hi and lean in to give him a quick hug and you engulf him in your perfume, and he’s done. Why does the serum must make him smell you ten times more than he should?

“Bu-bucky, everything’s okay?” you ask a bit confused. Maybe the hug was too much? You’re not the one to engage in hugs at first but it felt so natural…

He shakes his head and send you a tight smile. “Yes, everything is okay, sorry, rough night.”

“Well, you’re welcome I didn’t ask you for coffee at 10 this morning then” you try to joke. Bucky looks at you, before letting a little grunt that seems close to a chuckle. He clears his throat after that and asks what you want to drink.

And like the other day, you don’t see the time fly. You talk and laugh together, bucky even held your hand after a joke you said. He tried not to show how surprised he was, but you saw it, because you were surprise too.

“Guys, sorry to bother, but we’re closing”, announces the waitress.

You look at the time and gasps, “Fuck! I have a meeting with my editor!”

“At 7pm?”

“Yeah…dinner’s meeting so we can talk business while enjoying some good food”, you explain, putting your jacket on.

Bucky was a bit sad, he wanted to continue to spend time with you…

“but here, take my card and maybe text me ? I’m sorry I have to go”, you kiss his cheek and rush out.

[property-of-tojifushiguro]

OMG I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE TOJI FUCKING THE BABYSITTER THING PLEASE I NEED SOME CRUMBS TO SURVIVE 🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻

HELLO NONNIE I’LL TRY TO GET IT FINISHED AS SOON AS I CAN BUT WHEN I POST IT IS REALLY UP TO MY EDITOR. IN THE MEAN TIME YOU CAN HAVE SOME CRUMBS OF THE FIC!!! (it’s out now and you can read it here)

(You) walked back out of the bathroom to find a now shirtless Toji laying on the bed in just his pyjama pants. You immediately turned away feeling extremely embarrassed to see him without a shirt on.

“You okay kid?”

You turned around, now embarrassed by your reaction as well.

“Yep, sorry, just didn’t expect you to not be wearing a shirt.”

“Well it is my house.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. You want a shirt or some pants or something? Or are you just going to sleep naked?”

At this point there was nothing that you could do to stop the blush that was covering your cheeks. Toji couldn’t help but grin at how embarrassed you were. It was adorable.

“Yes please! To the clothes I mean.”

He chucked and got up, walking to his drawers and looking for something for you to wear. As he moved you couldn’t help but stare at his muscles, he’s just so big and strong. That’s when you had a realization, Toji wasn’t planning to sleep in the same bed as you, was he…?

“Uh, Toji,” He smiled at the sound of your sweet voice calling his name. “you don’t plan on sleeping in here too, do you?”

He turned around and once again raised an eyebrow at you.

“What, do you want me to sleep on the floor? I’m old, I’ve gotta sleep in a bed kid.”

His comment actually made you giggle.

“Come on you’re not that old.”

“‘Not that old’? I can’t tell if I should be complimented or offended… I’m thinking offended.”

You laughed again.

“You’re not old! You’re just older than me!”

He rolled his eyes playfully and returned to the task of finding you pyjamas.

(this might change slightly but it should basically be the same when i post it)

[onthewaytosomewhere]

first line analysis

ok so i got a few tags for this so why not i guess (now that i've posted 2 more lolz) thanks @sparklepocalypse @stellarmeadow & @thighzp for the tags

RULES: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions

First Lines from most to least recent (not including friday ficlet collections)

Alex is nearly bouncing out of his seat on the plane, and Henry can’t quite figure out why. (bringing home silver - FP)

Alex is in the kitchen at Kensington when Shaan walks in. (in the kitchen, at kensington, with those threadbare pajama pants - alex/shaan)

Alex Claremont-Diaz has always considered himself a bit of an enigma, even before he became a werewolf and opened an all-night coffee shop, Moonlight Coffee. (nights at the moonlight coffe shop - FP)

Alex swears there was still a Helados left in the freezer but cannot for the life of him find it. (my slutty royal - FP)

"Henry, you pick them so well," Philip whispered against Alex's neck. (2 is better than 1 - 3 is better than 2 (when we’re back at 2 wanna stay there with u) - henry/alex/pip)

Liam usually does not go out to clubs, at least not by himself, and hasn’t for years. (and fight the break of dawn - southern philanthropy)

Alex is not sure how it got this far; he put it in the document as a joke, knowing Henry or June would catch it, and if they didn’t, it would surely get noticed by all the editors working on the book. (just a bit of fun - FP)

Henry’s a connoisseur of one-night stands, so when he says that last night’s, who is somehow still here in the morning, was amazing, he is saying something, really. (makin' memories i might remember - FP)

Once upon a time, there lived two young princes, Prince Henry Fox of Windsor and Prince Alexander Diaz of Claremont. (baby just say yes - FP)

He’s got a sucker in his mouth again; the way he sucks on it, Alex just knows that if he ever got those lips around his cock it would be heaven. (something in your mouth - FP)

so analysis - in general (other than a couple) i do a wordy first sentence - you can tell from the first sentence on all except maybe 1 whose pov it's in from the first sentence - that other one is clear by the 2nd sentence tho - with the exception of fairytale i drop ya right into whatever is going on - i've been told that line 5 is an amazing opening sentence and funnily enough it came to me in the middle of publix when i was grabbing some groceries lolz

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