#fuck it's just her dancing and i'm hyped

[electricea]

m3gan 2.0 teaser, m3gan 2.0 teaser, M3GAN 2.0 TEASER!!

[zaraku]

You don't have to answer this but, what happened to your other account?

i privated it bc the ending of part 1 in honkai pissed me off so badly that i didn't want to play it or draw for it anymore. well the hos brainworm is forever parasitizing my brain but i've yet to find a reason to come back to the game and story

[touchme-teezme]

I'm Sorry.

PAIRINGS | collegeboy!seonghwa x fab!reader

TAGS | plot with some porn, strangers to lovers, one night stand situationship, idk man he came over to build legos, there’s some attempted flirting and teasing, lots of making out, lots of tongue, unprotected vanilla sex, seonghwa lowkey a bop, bruh i am so bad at tagging bye i give up

RATING | NSFW 21+ (Minors pls DNI/if it makes you uncomfortable don’t read thx)

SUMMARY | Seonghwa needed a break. He also decided something had to change — and that led him to a few unexpected places in one night, including something dangerously close to his disaster feelings and while you were clearly the escape, he ran the other way.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | …hey…. how y’all doing?… sorry i was getting cheated on and also started a really important internship. It just ended (the internship and the relationship) so… we’re so…back? Thank you for being so sweet in the inboxes, this was a long one. i finished editing during valentine’s day i think? i was thinking about hwa’s slutty fingers after seeing that one concert video and ugh my mind went places oK omg i will shut up now. Bye, enjoy.

Inspired by 'Do You Like Me?" by Daniel Cesar. I have been listening to that NEVER ENOUGH album so much lately.

💌 click here to see my Love Interrupted series masterlist [ot8] — check out the other parts!

This was going to be the first and last time Seonghwa ever took advice from Jung Wooyoung.

In his defence, he’d hit a new low. Lower than rock bottom. Which is why the resident exemplary student, honour roll with a self-imposed 9 p.m. bedtime was standing outside the hottest nightclub in Itaewon, sporting a fresh haircut and an outfit entirely stolen from his roommate’s wardrobe.

His dating life chewed him up and spat him out, and now he was determined to do the absolute most to cope. He was hurt and hell-bent on distraction from whatever the fuck was even going on in that part of his life.

How he ended up getting ghosted by his situationship wasn’t nearly as baffling as how Wooyoung had somehow convinced over half their friend group to spend their Friday night here, of all places. They weren’t really party people — well, half of them weren’t. The ones who were into it had conveniently been excused from showing up.

Yunho, on the other hand, had been on the dance floor non-stop, while Wooyoung played hype man from the booth, cheering him on like it was a solo concert.

Wooyoung nudged Seonghwa’s shoulder with his knee from the top edge of the booth like a gremlin surveying chaos.

“Dude, she’s been staring at you all night.”

Seonghwa shot him a flat look. “And?”

“And,” Wooyoung slid down from his perch and dropped onto the seat beside him with a dramatic sigh, “Yunho and I are taken, and those two are a lost cause.”

Seonghwa glanced across the table. Hongjoong looked like he was losing a battle with sleep, while Yeosang scrolled through his phone, sipping from Hongjoong’s drink. He hadn’t smiled once all night — clearly here for the same reason Seonghwa was: moral support. But the chaos of the club made heart-to-hearts impossible.

“That leaves you,” Wooyoung said matter-of-factly. “Dude. She’s hot and interested. You’re hot and miserable. Classic rebound opportunity.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Maybe,” Wooyoung shrugged. “But I’m also right. Just look.”

He reached over, grabbed Seonghwa’s chin, and turned his head toward the bar.

And there you were — leaning back with easy confidence, swirling your drink, eyes locked on him with a smirk that stole the air right out of his lungs.

“Trust me,” Wooyoung grinned. “She’s perfect for helping you forget that loser.”

This would go down as the second and definitely the absolute last time Seonghwa ever took advice from Jung Wooyoung. Five minutes later, he’d been kicked out of the booth with one order: Don’t come back without her number.

That’s how he found himself now, seated next to you, drink in hand, trying to remember how to function like a normal human.

“Not a fan of clubs?” You asked, leaning slightly nearer to him to yell over the loud music.

“I hate it. I think I’m having an identity crisis,” He blurted out as he shook his head, the liquor loosening his lips faster than his brain could catch up.

You laughed, but not unkindly. “I'm sorry to hear that. Well… I don’t live far if you wanna have some peace and quiet.”

“Oh. Uh…”

“I…have a cat, too. She loves company if you like cats.”

Your invitation slipped past his defences smoother than the drink in his hand. One last sip, and he was already on his feet—jacket in one hand, your purse slung over the other shoulder.

That was all it took.  Seonghwa couldn't help but wish it was the way you were looking at him or how your skirt was riding up coincidentally the longer he sat next to you. But nope, it was the thought of being able to distract himself and pretend like this night out never even happened and getting him far away from whatever this hellscape was.

Clubs really weren’t his thing.

He barely registered the triumphant double thumbs-up from Wooyoung or the way Yunho covered his dropped jaw as he watched the two of you walk out together.

Seonghwa’s heart pounded so hard it echoed in his ears. Taking a cab to your place with a confident, effortlessly cool girl like you was far outside his usual playbook. For a second, he wasn’t even sure what to say.

Thankfully, conversation came easily to you.

The ride melted into light chatter about university — shared gripes about professors, mutual hatred for certain classes. You discovered you were in the same course but at rival schools, which only added to the banter. There was laughter, playful jabs, and an unexpected comfort that settled between you.

By the time the cab pulled up to your place, Seonghwa was far more at ease than when he’d left the booth.

Your apartment was warm and cosy, lit with soft golden light that cast slow-moving shadows across the walls. Seonghwa stepped inside and hesitated in the middle of the living room, awkwardly stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, unsure of where to stand or sit.

You smiled as you hung up your coat, amused by his stiffness.

“Relax. Make yourself at home.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right. Sorry.” He took in the space again, then gave you a sheepish look.

“So… is this the part where you admit you don’t actually have a cat?”

“Would you be mad if I did?” you teased, stepping a little closer.

His heart stuttered. He opened his mouth to respond, but then-

“Oh, shit!”

His eyes went wide as they landed on something across the room — a pristine box of a Lego orchid set sitting on the coffee table. He practically rushed over.

“I’ve wanted this for so long!”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, his excitement too endearing to be upset over what the box represented.

“Oh, yeah. It was a birthday gift for someone… but I never got to give it to him. I was going to return it tomorrow or something.”

He glanced down at the box in his hands. “Have you ever built a set before?” he asked suddenly.

“I don’t have the patience for Lego,” you admitted.

He held out a hand, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “This one’s easier than my last build. We’ll be done in no time. I promise.”

Somewhere between sorting bricks and swapping stories, Seonghwa realized he was actually getting to know you. What started as throwaway chatter had spiraled into a shared spiral; bad dates, worse decisions, and the Valentine’s Day disasters that landed you both at that club.

Now sitting cross-legged beside you, he was down to the last few pieces, fitting them together with ease —until your voice cut in again.

“I still think it’s insane how yours just ghosted you,” you voiced your opinion once his story was over as you laid on your stomach, “If I was in that position, I’d be running for a second chance, like that wouldn’t have even been a question.

Seonghwa’s hands faltered, fingers tightening around a tiny brick as he felt heat rush up to his cheeks. He let out a breathy laugh, snapping one of the last pieces into place. Then, a shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe it was my fault. I come on too strong sometimes and… it just didn’t work out.”

“Which is exactly why I think it’s crazy,” You clarified, with your chin resting in your hands, propped up on your elbows. “Like, if I had you chasing after me? Wow.”

You were only yapping away, if anything it was to keep yourself awake. You let out a quiet chuckle at the absurdity of saying something like that to someone you literally just met, but you caught the way he was looking at you. And maybe… the way you said it didn’t sound so hypothetical anymore.

His fingers tightened around the last brick in his hand, looking down at it.

“…What would you do?” he suddenly asked, the words slipping out before he could think them through. “If I was chasing you?”

You shrugged, still focused on finishing your flower, but there was something different in the air now. You could feel it. The way his voice had dropped, how his eyes lingered just a moment too long.

“I don’t know… anything you’d want. Like, come on.” You tried to brush it off with another laugh, but even you could notice the shift in the air between you both.

“Come on… what?”

He didn’t laugh back. Instead, he leaned in a little, just enough to close the space between you. His gaze was intense as it focused on you but the question still hung in the air.

You slowly looked up at him, you knew exactly what he was doing.

“Seonghwa,” you whispered, barely above a breath.

He huffed a quiet breath, trying to ground himself. “You didn’t invite me here for some peace and quiet, did you?”

You felt your carpet under the palms of your hands as you sat up, still watching him. “Technically… I invited you back for peace and quiet away from everyone else.”

“To do what?”

“You really want me to spell it out for you?” You couldn't bite back that smile. “Me inviting you is one thing, but why did you come?”

He didn’t respond, just held your gaze. You leaned in and your fingers found his jaw, light and slow. With that, you closed the gap, pressing your mouth firmly against his. Your hands roamed down his hard chest, tracing the contours and marvelling at how he flexed beneath your touch.

A low moan escapes his throat as he returns your kiss with equal fervour, his hands coming up to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your tongues moved together, exploring every nook of each other's mouths.

The kiss momentarily broke for him to trail his lips along your jaw. You slowly rose up from your knees with his guidance. His hands firmly on your sides with no signs or intentions of letting you go just yet. His lowered eyes focused on you as you helped him out of his black tank top, throwing it off over the jacket he laid out neatly on your couch.

You took his hand straight to your bedroom door. Opening it, your tuxedo cat jumped out before making its way to the zip line for the kitchen where her bowl of water and food was waiting. You turned to Seonghwa who looked back at you, delightfully surprised.

“So you do have a cat.”

“I was lying about her being a fan of people though,” You shrugged. “Come on.”

He smiled as he looked down at you, his gaze locked on yours with a mix of curiosity and anticipation and as you both reached the edge of the bed, you gently pushed him down onto the mattress.

His lips pressing together nervously as his eyes drank the sight of you stripping down.

“Have you ever done anything like this?”

“Yeah… just not… it’s been a while…” Seonghwa was blabbering.

He was in the middle of an internal battle, wondering if this was a mistake. You were just nodding along to his words, finally slipping out your skirt before straddling him, hooking your arms behind his head to continue kissing those lips of his.

Seonghwa was without a doubt a kisser. He knew exactly how to do just how you like it, how to hold you and move his tongue – the way he moved with yours with practiced precision sent shivers down your spine.

It was no wonder you were already getting soaked between your legs, and he wasn’t even naked… but he was hard, and from how he was rubbing it up against you, you could tell he was more than eager.

His kisses felt tender yet intentional, and it was driving you insane. He was holding down the sides of your throat to kiss your neck and collarbones.

“Fuck, Seonghwa please—“ You reached down to the bulge clearly wanting to be freed, looking up at him when he had you pressed against the mattress on your back.

It felt good to be wanted and to be desired. He wasn’t lying when he said it had been a while, especially with someone like you, who carried yourself with such certainty.

“Shhh… let’s take our time.”

His hands found their way onto the mounds beneath the lace of your bra which he had pushed above your breasts teasing your left nipple with fingertips he had wet with his tongue. Your knees pressed together, as he showered the other one with feathery kisses.

He took your hand from behind his head, intertwining it with his fingers before planting it right above your head. When his skilled tongue found its way against yours again, you had to let out a deep moan in his mouth — especially with his fingers teasing your slick folds through your panties.

“Oh my god…” You rubbed up his arm in encouragement.

“Where do you want me, beautiful?”

You swear you could’ve melted from how gentle his voice was and how his eyes were glossing at you.

“Anywhere.” You unhooked your own bra out of sheer impatience, getting chills from how he smiled at your shamelessness. “Everywhere.”

“Let’s start… here.” His hands dipped in between your legs.

Seonghwa's hands moved with a confident grace, exploring every inch of your core with a precision that spoke of practiced skill. His thumb traced gentle circles over your clit, eliciting a soft grunt from you as the sensation washed over you. Your core tightened in response to his focused attention, and your hips began to move involuntarily, grinding against his fingers.

You were lost in a fit of absolute pleasure and enjoyment, your body arching off the bed as Seonghwa's fingers delved deeper into you. In a moment of pure instinct, you grabbed his chin, pulling him closer. His mouth was open, and before you could think twice, he sucked your fingers into his mouth, his lips and tongue working over them with a hunger that mirrored your own.

You noticed the glint in his eyes as he watched you, his gaze flickering between the action and your reactions with a possessiveness that lit up his eyes. "Are you just going to watch?" you asked, your voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and challenge.

Your fingertips brushed his smile, his lips brushing against yours as he leaned down. "But I like watching you," he murmured, leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His fingers continued their tormenting, curling and twisting inside you in a way that had you squirming beneath him. He could feel your wetness coating his fingers, and it only spurred him on further.

"I n-need a little more," you whispered, but your words were swallowed by the intensity of another finger joining the first, and everything around you seemed to fade away.

Seonghwa groaned, quickly undoing his button and fly with one hand, while the other ensured your legs remained parted. Before you could compose yourself, he dropped his head and began lapping at your clit as if he were starving. At first, it was just his tongue and lips, but when you felt his fingers curl back in, you let out a loud moan of pure pleasure. You didn't even notice his growls of approval as he continued the motion, flicking his tongue faster and faster, as if you might run away at any moment.

The sight and feeling of having such a beautiful face devouring you distracted you from how he was advancing towards you, appearing in front of your face just to dip down and kiss your chest. Distracting you, he was getting ready to take out his hard-on, pumping it in his hands, coating it with your own slick.

“Do you have uh…” He started to ask, but you cut him off.

“Don’t worry about that, just… now… p-please,” you urged, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled a little at you, leaning down to hold you with one arm snaked around your waist and the other hooked under your knee as he laid you both on your side. Holding onto him by his broad shoulders, you braced yourself for what was to come.

“Ah, fuck..”

He took your lips between his as he finally had you around him. The way he teased your bottom lip with his teeth, the way his tongue had explored every crevice of your mouth — it reminded you just how much you personally missed the feeling of being this intimate with someone.

Seonghwa groaned into another kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he rolled his hips, grinding his slightly curved cock deeper into your stretched folds.

"Mmm,” he murmured against your lips, nipping at them playfully before trailing his mouth down your neck. "Is this what you wanted?”

You bit back a grin, nodding aggressively as you continued to moan out all while his shaft slipped in and out at a steady pace with your hands clutched onto the back of his neck.

He caught a pert nipple between his teeth, tugging gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. “You smell incredible, I’ve wanted to tell you that all night.”

You scrunched your nose, “I smell like the club.” Cigarettes and liquor.

To emphasize his point, he buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before placing an open-mouthed kiss there. “I mean your skin, babe. Fuck me…” He suckled lightly, intent on leaving a subtle mark.

"How does that feel?" He asked in a low, seductive rasp as he continued his sensual stroke a little quicker.

Your breathy silent approval ignited something primal in him.

“Yeah? Faster?” He complied, increasing the pace of his thrusts. The new rhythm had him driving into you harder, deeper, the thick ridge of his cockhead kissing your cervix with each powerful snap of his hips.

It was wild how he seemed to anticipate your every move before you could even react or give him instructions. The fluidity of his actions felt almost surreal, which sounds absurd when you consider how quickly everything unfolded. You had just met this stunning stranger, with hair flopping over his eyes – you were building brick flowers merely moments ago and now here you were focused on a different set of bricks.

One large hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as the other tangled in your hair, resting his forehead against yours intimately as he pounded into you. His lips brushed yours in fleeting, feverish kisses between ragged breaths.

"Yes, just like that," you grunted, feeling the sweat on his brow against your forehead. “Whatever you want, just take i-it.”

You felt Seonghwa's hands curve around your skin, to press down on your stomach. As his fingers dug in, it was as if they were anchoring you to the moment, making it impossible to escape from under him. Not that you even planned to.

He rocks into you with an increased urgency, driven by the overwhelming desire of how your body is responding instinctively. His eyes locked on yours, a mix of possessiveness and adoration that made your heart race. The way his muscles flexed with each thrust, sweat glistening on his skin, and his lips parting in a shameless moan.

"I-I’m…i’m almost there," He rasped, while his hot breath fanned over your skin.

Just as you're teetering on the brink, he slams into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt. With a guttural roar, he stills, his cock twitching as he fills you.

When the pulses gradually slowed, you couldn't help but marvel at the sheer intensity of you both unravelling at the same time. His lips sought yours in a tender, lingering kiss, pouring all your affection into the simple gesture.

"Oh my god…" he breathed, still reeling as he brushed a strand of sweaty hair from your forehead, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of your cheekbone.

“God…” You chuckled, feeling a blush creep up your neck. “I needed that so badly.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement with an eyebrow raised as your bluntness, “Glad I could’ve helped–”

You placed a finger to his lips, silencing him momentarily before you flipped him over to straddle his chest. Your eyes sparkled with mischief despite the exhaustion etched on your face. He knew exactly what you were thinking, and the sight of you climbing atop sent a thrill through his veins. His semi-hard cock twitched in anticipation as he idly watched you position yourself and slowly shift downwards, making sure to plant butterfly kisses all over his lower abdomen as you made your way down his happy trail.

You looked at him with a playful smile, your eyes glinting with excitement that you were going to taste yourself off him. Then you leaned in, capturing his cock in a deep mouth. Your tongue danced with the tip, exploring every inch of it as you savoured the taste of yourself and him. He groaned softly, his head falling back against the pillow as your warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock.

You took your time, lavishing attention on every inch, your tongue swirling and dancing along the sensitive underside. The sensation of tasting yourselves together was intensely arousing. He threaded his fingers through your hair, guiding your movements as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper with each pass.

"Mmm, shit, that feels incredible," he praised, his voice thick with pleasure. "You look so good with me around your mouth."

You hummed in agreement, the vibration sending shivers up his spine. You picked up speed, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked harder, your saliva coating his shaft.

"Don't stop," he gasped, his fingers threading through your hair, guiding your movements. You could feel the tension building in his body, the muscles in his legs and arms tensing as he neared his climax again.

With a final, powerful thrust of your throat, he let out a guttural roar, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he released once more. You swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him, and then pulled back, licking your lips clean. You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with satisfaction and a hint of mischief. He was breathless, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're something else.” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and admiration as he watched you clean after yourself so well.

You smiled, leaning into his parted lips.

The whole thing was deliciously reckless… Yet, easy. It started off as one of those nights where the music was too loud, the drinks too strong, and yet somehow it led you here – it led him here. Seonghwa didn’t plan on meeting anyone, let alone ending up tangled in someone’s sheets, laughing at your terrible jokes between kisses that felt way too good to stop for the rest of the night.

By the time the sun started creeping through the blinds, you were both wrecked in the best way. Not just tired, but happy-tired. Wrapped up in each other like it was the most natural thing in the world — just easy conversation, lazy kisses, and that warm, quiet buzz of maybe-this-could-actually-be-something.

“So, what do you think about dinner? My place this Saturday?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Isn’t it Saturday already?” he replied with a chuckle.

“Then I guess you’ll have to stay.” You muttered with a cheek pressed against his chest.

He let out a small laugh, pulling you closer. You drifted asleep first, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your back as his chin pressed lightly down the top of your head. He wasn’t tired yet, but he had a few things on his mind until his phone started going off in the other room.

He carefully untangles himself from you. His movements were quiet, practiced. He slipped his boxers on and cracked the door open to quietly head over to shut that stupid thing off.

It had to be one of the guys. That’s what he told himself. It had to be them asking if he got your number, if last night was good, if he was even still alive after stumbling out of there with you.

That’s why it came as a shock when he finally registered what he was reading on his phone.

DO NOT ANSWER Missed call (2)

DO NOT ANSWER I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to but Donghyuck said he saw you and your boys last night and… that you left that trash place with someone?

Did not know you were that kind of person…

Can we talk? I need to see you. I’m at your dorm.

It didn’t matter if it was inappropriate, offensive, or downright insane to come back after all the mental acrobatics Seonghwa was put through because his body was already moving, back to your room to quietly pull on the rest of his clothes. Every few seconds, he glanced back at you, at the way your hair fanned across the pillow, at the warmth still lingering in the sheets. With a quiet sigh, he grabbed a sticky note from your desk.

Seonghwa wasn’t sure what felt worse: leaving you, or running back to the person who only came back when he was one foot out the door, just to prove how wrapped around the finger he was. He didn’t know how to feel about any of it — but knew that he had to go. Because even if this could’ve been the start of something real, something he might’ve actually needed… he thought he needed to be there, chasing the comfort of old chains that he knew all too well.

By the time you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the emptiness beside you. The second was the way your lips still tingled from the night before, still smiling as it remembered what he tasted like and how he treated you, recalling everywhere his lips grazed, even though he had already left. He had been for a while, he could’ve woken you. He also could’ve taken the Lego orchid with him. The day was almost already gone by now, but a part of you was looking forward to seeing him again later.

It wasn’t until you reached for a glass of water that you noticed the note, neatly pressed under a fridge magnet in the kitchen that the hopeful smile you carried around your apartment dropped instantly.

"Thanks for last night. I don’t think I can stick around for that dinner. I’m sorry."

The words weren’t sloppy or rushed. He had taken his time. Like he meant it. Like that had made it better.

[vilnmelling]

NPMD Digital Ticket details!

Since not every can/can afford to/wants to buy the Digital Ticket for Nerdy Prudes Must Die (and the bonus material that comes with the purchase), for your inclusion purposes, here's a list of fun background details, funny moments and comments made in the track commentary, for you to use however you like!

Ruth doesn't actually need to wear her headgear anymore, but she wears it anyway because it makes her feel safe.

Jeff pitched a Nightmare Time episode about the problematic puppy from Steph's verse of High School Is Killing Me, meaning there is a story there.

In the line, "I learned that at the anti bullying assembly last month, fucknugget!" there's a long pause before "Fucknugget!" which really makes it sound like Max forgot to insult Richie and just threw the word out.

All of the little noises Ruth makes, she makes because she has more she wants to say, but she can't say them (presumably due to anxiety).

In the proshot, you can't see fully how low Richie goes while he and Ruth sneak up on Peter, but Jon is fully crouched down. He then uses Pete's pockets and elbows to climb up like he's climbing a mountain (he mimes using a pick or axe to get good hold).

While Steph is talking, Ruth and Richie try their best to hear through the phone by getting as close as they can to it.

The reason Max and Jason were in the Pasqualli's parking lot is that they were practicing their skateboarding. They do that at Pasqualli's instead of at school/at a skatepark because they don't want the smoke club and skater kids to make them look like noobs. (This was a cut bit from the Pasqualli's scene).

The line, "Some big... dumb... sexy... football star" is expanded. In the Digital Ticket, Grace says, "Some big... dumb... sexy... sweaty... hot... well-spoken... beautifully tall football star."

When they're in the boys bathroom, Steph jumps to see over the stalls.

Richie Naruto runs when they're going to Waylon Hall. Pete slaps his hands down, but after they pause to look at the house, Richie looks over his shoulders at Pete a couple of times before darting away from him, once again Naruto running.

Richie stops in the door at the Waylon Place, so Pete pushes him inside.

Ruth and Richie speak at the same time when they say, "I'm allergic to deodorant" and "I have overactive sweat glands."

Ruth goes straight to Richie to complain after the "pus in my pits" exchange with Steph.

When Steph suggests saying there's a party at the Waylon Place, Pete, Ruth and Richie all react negatively (mostly nervously groaning).

While Grace sings the "He's just a nerd in disguise!" line, Richie can be seen practicing the first move of the Bully the Bully dance.

After Ruth says, "We're gonna cut off his nips!" you can see Steph look confused and ask, "What?"

While Pete and Richie talk in the Waylon Place ("Am I reading as ghost or Lin Manuel Miranda" & "She came all the way out here just for you."), Ruth and Steph discuss and practice Ruth's skeleton moves.

Richie gets stuck in the dangling parts of Pete's costume when he says, "You could just hit it and quit it, bro!" He then aggressively detangles himself.

The line "He's just really fucking brave!" comes from Richie being jealous that he's not that brave.

Richie hypes Ruth up a bit after Max says her skeleton bit was really special.

Grace hides behind Ruth while Max is dying.

Richie rolls his eyes when Grace says "It was an act of god!" (Similarly, Shapiro sighs and looks away in disbelief when Grace later says "It was god's plan!")

Pete gags when Grace says "Hack all his limbs off." Richie can also be seen gagging and holding his stomach several times.

Ruth hands Max's nipples over to Grace after cutting them off.

Jeff Blim is the principal of Hatchetfield High. Not a character of Jeff's, just Jeff himself.

Brenda still seems quite judgmental after the two weeks have passed. She makes a lot of not-quite-friendly faces when the football team's talking about Richie smelling bad.

When Richie struggles to remove the Zeke the Fightin' Nighthawk costume, he accidentally removes his jacket as well, leading to Jon having to put it back on (which he also struggles with) (and which creates a funny situation, since Richie was supposed to go shower).

Richie seems to have hurt his leg by the second fall in Nerdy Prudes Must Die (the song).

After Steph tells Grace to "Leave Ruth alone!" in the principal's office, Ruth tries to grab Steph's hand.

The wig Joey wears when he plays Dan Reynolds isn't Dan's real hair. Dan Reynolds wears a toupée.

Trevor and Angela's drama student encourage each other after they finish rehearsing.

Additional line when Grace is lying to Shapiro: "Suddenly, I remembered a crucial detail that made everything make sense. A picture came flashing into my mind, like I was Enola Holmes!"

"My dad sells women shoe! Shoes!"

Angela misses the chair at Beanie's and falls on her ass, leading to her, Joey and Mariah (mostly Mariah) breaking character.

During The Summoning, Tinky focuses ONLY on Pete. The entire time, he looks like he's restricting himself from lunging out and attacking him. At one point, he points at the Bastard's Box while staring at Pete.

90% of the time during The Summoning, Pokey's staring at his own mask.

Steph facepalms after Max says "That's nasty! ... I like it!"

[woollypoison]

The last time: part 1

Itzy Lia x m reader A/N: Like all my itzy part 1s I'm trying out, this has no smut yet. Just fluff. Smut will come in the next chapters. Word count: 2,568 words

The music is loud, but not loud enough. This place smells like sweat and cheap alcohol, the exact same mixture you can find at any college party. People shout over each other, cups crinkle under people’s dancing feet, and everyone is touching everyone.

You should be enjoying yourself, but even the loudest distractions can’t prevent your eyes from being locked on to Lia.

She stands near the edge of the room, far away from the life of the party, arms crossed, tears swelling in the corners of her eyes but refusing to spill over. Her boyfriend—the eternal class act that he is—leans in close, probably spouting some bullshit. His expression is all smooth confidence, but hers is hurt. You don’t need to hear what he’s saying. You already know. You saw him, lips on another girl, bodies flush against each other like Lia never existed in the first place. And now, he’s feeding her some excuse, no doubt in his mind that she will just swallow it like she always does.

But something’s different this time. She’s not buying it, and she’s not giving in. And then, just like that, he sighs, throws up his hands, and walks away. No fight, no desperation. He just walks away from her like she was never worth the effort.

You don’t even hesitate. No time to. She’s your best friend after all. You move.

Lia barely reacts as you step in beside her, but when you nudge her arm, she exhales, already privy to your antics. “Not now.”

“If it’s up to you, it’s not ever,” you correct. You don’t wait for permission. You snag a bottle of whiskey from the counter next to her and pop the cap. “Drink with me!”

She hesitates. She’s reluctant. “I don’t feel like drinking.”

“And I don’t feel like letting you mope tonight.” You take a swig straight from the bottle and hand it to her. It burns, but it’s bright and distracting. “Come on. When was the last time you lived a little?”

She eyes you, then the bottle, then you again. Something shifts in her expression—anger, defiance, something that reminds her of memories long buried. She snatches the bottle from your grasp and takes a drink. It burns, and she coughs, but she doesn’t hand it back.

You grin. “That’s the spirit!”

She scoffs through the coughs, but the corner of her lips twitch. “Shut up.”

You’re already scanning the party, looking for something to pull her out of her own head. There’s a group playing beer pong, hyping each other up like they’re at the Olympics. Perfect.

You drag Lia along with you, as you approach the would-be champions. Without warning, you grab a ball off the table and line up a shot. The guy who was about to throw blinks at you. “Dude, what the hell?”

You ignore him and flick your wrist towards victory. The ball arcs, bounces once, and lands straight into a cup. The crowd reacts with a mix of cheers and protests, but you don’t care. You turn to Lia, smirking with satisfaction, and hand her the next ball. “Your turn.”

She stares at you. Her body is shrinking, and it looks like she might retreat into her shell. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re up.”

Lia glances at the crowd watching, the challenge hanging in the air. She looks at you, your smile going from one ear to the other encouraging her to partake. She takes a deep breath, takes the ball, straightens her shoulders, and throws. The ball drops into a cup flawlessly.

The room erupts. The guy whose game you interrupted throws his arms up in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Lia doesn’t gloat. She just picks up the cup, downs the beer inside, and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand like she’s been doing this her whole life. Then, she looks at you.

You whistle. “Damn.”

She smirks. “What can I say?”

You step in close, voice level adjusted to be just for her. “This is fun, isn’t it?”

She exhales, something loosening in her. “Yeah. It kind of is.”

But you’re not stopping here.

You scan the room for the next move. You spot it, your next target—an old speaker, unattended and inviting on a counter, playing the same overplayed pop song. With Lia in tow, you stride over and connect your phone. The music cuts off, and a few people groan, but you just open your library and hit play.

A completely different song blasts through the room. Something more obscure, something wilder.

People react immediately, some booing, others cheering. Lia’s eyes react instinctively. “Wait, this song—”

“You like this song,” you fall in, leaving no doubt about the reason for your choice.

She laughs, the sound light, unburdened but restrained. “I do.”

“So dance.”

She hesitates, but you grab her hand, spinning her once. She stumbles into you, laughing despite herself. The party moves on around you, but for a moment, it’s just the two of you, caught in your own little world.

You can see it on her face. For the first time tonight, Lia isn’t thinking about him.

But the moment shatters. Your efforts were beginning to bear fruit, but they were spoiled too soon.

From across the room, he approaches. Her boyfriend’s voice, loud and annoyed, pierces the carefully crafted atmosphere. “Lia, what the hell are you doing?”

You don’t even have to turn to see him pushing his way through the crowd, eyes locked on her, clenched fists like he was preparing for a fight. The fun, the freedom, it all fades from existence, from her face—hesitation, guilt trying to creep back in.

Not this time. You’ve seen it happen countless times before now.

You lean in close, voice out her boyfriend's reach. “Let’s get out of here.”

She looks at you, uncertain of it all.

Then, her boyfriend calls her name again, sharper this time, as if she’s making another mistake. But she knows better.

Lia grabs your wrist in her first act of defiance. “Let’s go.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You let her lead you outside the house, but once outside, the roles reverse. You don’t let her pause, let her stop here. Instead, you take her even further away from the party to the first and best thing your mind can think of.

The arcade is alive with flashing neon lights, the chaotic symphony of electronic jingles and mixed reactions filling the air. You shove a few bills into the token machine, spilling a handful into your palm before tossing a few to Lia. She catches them like it’s a practiced act, but her expression is skeptical.

“You seriously dragged me to an arcade?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at your great escape.

“You seriously gonna tell me you’re too cool for this?” You grin, nudging her towards the air hockey tables. “Come on, we’re settling this once and for all. Air hockey. I used to smoke you all the time. Loser gets a punishment.”

Lia chortles, but there’s a flicker of amusement behind her eyes. “You’re on.”

You pick your table, and from the second the puck drops, it’s war. Lia is fast, but her shots are wild. She misses easy blocks, fumbling the paddle once, but she’s so caught up in the fun she doesn’t notice how you start easing up, letting her slip goals past you. When she scores the final point, she throws her arms up, victorious.

“Destroying you has never felt better,” she teases, gloating as if she just settled a lifelong rivalry.

You roll your eyes in mock annoyance. “Alright, alright. Fair’s fair. What’s my punishment?”

She taps a finger against her chin before smirking. “Close your eyes.”

You sigh but comply. You’re not a sore loser, not after choosing to be one. A few moments later, she presses a cold can into your hands. You pop it open and take a sip—immediately regretting it. “What the hell is this?!”

Lia bursts into laughter. “Carbonated milk. Consider it payback.”

You sputter the concoction, wiping your mouth of its filth. “That’s foul.”

Her grin is as proud as it was mischievous. “Exactly.”

You shake your head, laughing despite yourself. You’ve missed this. Missed spending time with her. “Alright, let’s move on. I’m winning you something.”

You drag her to the claw machine, and she crosses her arms, unimpressed. “Please, these things are rigged.”

“Not when you’ve got my skills.” You crack your knuckles, putting on an exaggerated show of focus as you deftly maneuver the claw. Lia observes your performance, still skeptical, until the claw actually snags onto a small stuffed bear and holds on long enough to drop it into the chute.

You scoop it out and hand it to her, the bravado of a man who won a teddy bear ten times the size you just had. “Told you.”

She takes it, eyes softer than before. “I… didn’t think you’d actually get it.”

“Guess I’m full of surprises.”

She holds the bear against her chest for a moment before stuffing it into her bag. “Alright, I’ll admit. That was kind of sweet.”

“Kind of?”

She rolls her eyes in the same mock annoyance she must have learned from you. Or was it you who learned it from her? Either way, she doesn’t argue any further.

Eventually, you both step out of the arcade looking for your next distraction, the night air cool against your skin. Lia stretches her arms over her head, exhaling. “Alright, what’s next?”

You glance around, spotting a near-empty grocery store parking lot, an idea sparking in your mind. A childish smile spreads across your face. “I think I see our next challenge.”

Lia follows the direction of your gaze to an abandoned shopping cart and lets out an incredulous laugh. “No way.”

“Oh, come on. You trust me, right?” Your rebuttal is tempting, tempting enough to get her to hum as she considers it.

She shakes her head but, to your delight, climbs into the cart. “Alright. Just don’t kill me.”

You take a running start, the wheels rattling as you push her through the empty lot. Lia shrieks high pitched and filled with life, clutching the sides as you pick up speed, laughter bubbling past her lips. It’s reckless and stupid, but it feels good—feels free.

When you finally slow down, she’s breathless, her face suddenly inches from yours. She doesn’t move away. You don’t want to either.

The cool air becomes heavy, something new unraveling in the little distance between your eyes.

Before you can say something you didn’t stop to think about, Lia clears her throat and looks away. “We should—keep going. What’s next?”

You nod, shaking off the moment just as easily as it came. “Let’s go find something else to conquer.”

You end up outside a rundown photo booth near an old convenience store, its flickering sign barely hanging on. The joy on your face says everything Lia needs to know. She eyes it, then you. “Seriously?”

“Come on. Gotta commemorate the night somehow!”

She huffs, exhaling air through her nose in a quick burst but follows you inside. The cramped space forces you close, her shoulder pressing into yours as she scoots barely into frame. The first flash goes off as she makes a face, sticking her tongue out.You paint a big smile on your face for the picture, throwing an arm around her to pull her into the frame for the next one.

Then, right before the third flash, you can feel Lia’s body tense up against yours. She’s planning something. She looks at you, really looks at you, before smirking mischievously. You can’t help but wonder what prank she has planned to pull on you, but you’ll let it happen nonetheless. Cheering her up was worth it all.

And then, instead of some grand, over-the-top stunt, she does something quieter. She leans in, sliding deeper under your arm, her head resting against your shoulder. Her fingers interlock with yours, and she doesn’t let go.

The camera flashes.

You glance down at her, your chest squeezing tighter then when you were pushing her around in a cart. She doesn’t say anything, just stays there, close, warm. The playful air shifts—becomes something calm.

She doesn’t move away, doesn’t laugh it off. Just holds your hand a little tighter, waiting. You rub your thumb over hers. It’s soothing. You’re just friends. You had never even considered Lia as something else. But what if…?

The next flash of the camera captures the sudden stillness, the quiet storm brewing between and inside of you.

You let out a breath, finally looking away. “Come on,” you murmur, squeezing her hand once before standing. “I know where we can go next.”

As you step out into the night, Lia doesn’t let go of your hand right away. She lingers, thumb brushing against your skin before finally, hesitantly, letting it slip away. Neither of you comment further on it.

After a few moments of walking in silence, you glance at her. “You remember the old jungle gym?”

She blinks, then lets out a soft laugh. “From middle school? The one we used to sit at, talking about nothing for hours?”

“Exactly, that’s the one! Haven’t been there in years.”

Lia tilts her head, considering. Then she smiles, a green light signal to go ahead. “Let’s go.”

You climb to the top of the jungle gym together, the city humming in the distance, but here, beneath the stars, everything feels still.

Lia stretches out, staring up at the sky absentmindedly. “It’s weird. I can’t remember the last time I’ve done this.”

“What? We used to climb this thing all the time.”

She chuckles and shakes her head. “No, not that! Just… let go like this.”

You watch her, the way her hair falls against the worn metal, the way the moonlight catches in her eyes. “We used to do that too all the time,” you remind her. “Back when we had nothing better to do than waste time here.”

She smiles faintly. “Yeah. Before everything got… complicated.”

You don’t say anything, only offering a smile that reaches half of your lips. You just watch her as she rolls onto her side, propping herself on an elbow facing you. “Why are you doing this?” she asks suddenly, eyes searching yours as if they’ll provide the answer.

You blink, caught off-guard by the sudden question. “What do you mean?”

“This.” She gestures vaguely around her and towards you. “Dragging me around, making me forget about him.”

Your throat tightens. You think about saying something inflammatory about her boyfriend, but don’t even want to let a thought of him taint this place. “Because I hate seeing you like that.”

She studies you, her gaze flickering over your face. She looks down. Her smile is small but real. Like she’s happy she’s here now, but already mourning the fact that it won’t last. “You make it sound easy.”

“It’s easy when you’re with me.”

When you’re starving, and you have a bite, you only end up craving more. That same hunger is consuming Lia right now. She’s feasting on this moment, indulging in every reckless, fleeting moment like she's been starving for it. Watching her like this, so alive, enjoying each minute she has—you can’t help but feel the hunger too.

[barleyo]

Prom Queen. (Re-upload)

Real Dad! Leon Kennedy X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: tumblr took this down. I'm re-uploading it because idgaf. No tags because I'm lazy, read at your own risk. Obviously reader is of age, and obviously, if you DON'T LIKE what I write, DON'T READ what I write, thanks :3

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT AHEAD

You had always dreamed about your senior prom. Even as a young girl, you thought exhaustively about how the night would go. You would wear a gorgeous gown, drink spiked punch, dance and laugh with friends, and most importantly, you would go with a cute boy.

Those dreams fell flat when your strict father outlawed prom for you. He said that prom was just an opportunity for hyped up, hormonal teens to gyrate on each other on school property. Prom was a night where girls opened their legs for their subpar dates who barely made the effort to scrounge up a corsage for them. Prom was the chance for unwanted, "happy accident" babies to be made by teenaged fuck-ups.

In short, prom was for whores. Leon would be damned if he would have a nasty whore of a daughter. It made him sick to even think of you wasting your sweet, nearly virginal body on a shit-for-brains boy whose only sexual experience no doubt came from his own right hand.

So, yeah. Prom was a nonstarter.

Of course, this angered you to no end. You could be heard sobbing each night after Leon's declaration of war on you having any fun was drawn up, but a small part of you thought it was the best.

You knew that prom wasn't like how it was shown in the movies. You wouldn't get an invitation from the hottest boy in school, you wouldn't get there in a decked out limo, and the punch would be lukewarm and watered down at best.

You wouldn't dance: you would have no one to dance with. You would sit alone at one of the tables eating fun sized candy bars aimlessly scattered on the repurposed lunch room tables in your school's gymnasium, while a horde of your peers would dance nasty on each other, being free and young.

The whole time, nobody would look at you, aside from the sly glance paired with a snicker shared between two gossiping teens, indulging in the rumors that floated around about you.

Nobody would want to dance with the girl who had an overprotective daddy that fucked her. Especially when that girl liked it.

The more you thought about it, the more you came to peace with the idea of staying in with Leon. Technically, being demanded to stay at home with him meant that you were sort of, kind of asked on a "date" with a hot guy, even if you shared DNA with said hot guy.

On the day of the dance, Leon had the decency to let you skip school. You sulked in bed the entire day, thinking about what could have been, rather than what was. He did not bother you, having enough sense to let a sleeping dog lay, but at exactly 10:00 PM , you felt your phone ding under your pillow.

'Come downstairs. Wear a dress. Not one of your church ones.'

His texts were always sharp and to the point, just like he was. Commanding. Strict.

You, as always, obliged. You put on one of his favorites, the one that always left his eyes lingering on your body a little too long. As you made your way down the stairs, you heard the faint sound of romantic music playing in the living room, which you naturally followed like a trail of breadcrumbs.

"Dad, what's all this?"

Your living room looked like a scene stripped from a cheesy romance movie. Rose petals scattered on the floor, lights dimmed low, and a tall, hot stud in the midst of it all. Your father's face was stern, but past that you could see the inkling of excitement in him.

"Your prom. I know it meant a lot to you," he said gruffly, adjusting the collar of the nice shirt he wore, "so I did what I could. Hope this'll make you forgive me."

Your feet pattered softly against the cool flooring, bringing your body along with them. You took a final look around the room and let your eyes lock onto your dad.

"I do. S'okay, I'm not mad at you, daddy."

How could you ever be mad at him? Your perfectly stubborn, grouchy, yet sexy father? Your father who—

"You know I just want the best for you, right peach?" Leon grasped you in his arms, snaking both arms around your lower waist while he rested his chin on your head. "Just wanna keep you safe."

"I know."

You both stood like that for a moment, neither speaking. The soft sound of the music slowly playing in the background was the only noise filling your sense. Well, that and the husky sound of your father's breathing. And his manly, leathery scent. His strong hands placed on your body, too.

You heard him clear his throat briefly and snapped to give him your attention, something you found yourself doing often. He liked when you listened to him quickly, made him feel respected.

"May I have this dance?" Leon asked, giving you a rare smirk when you nodded.

One of his hands stayed on your waist, while the other took your hand gently and clasped it in the air, leading you into a sweet waltz. With each step, he guided you with rigid, calculated movements. His movements were neat, as if he had been planning every moment of your shared dance.

The longer you danced with him, the closer your bodies pressed together, creating a faint friction between the two of you. In that moment, any negative emotion you had felt before faded away, leaving only the image of him in your mind.

Leon knew your signs. He'd spent a long time decoding them, and the look on your face was one he read easily. With a tilt of his head, he leaned in, a soft chuckle escaping his lips when he felt your increased heartbeat against his chest.

You made the first real move, pushing your tongue deeper into his mouth. Kisses were the only time he let you take on a dominant role. He thought it was cute, feeling your smaller tongue fuck into his mouth like you were in charge. Not wanting to spoil your fun, he softly guided you backwards to the wall, giving him a surface to work with.

"You're a bold one, I'll give you that," he said, breaking the kiss. "Can't ever actually ask for what you want, but you go wild once you get it, don't you?"

You hummed, letting him pull you up and wrap your legs around his waist. His hand slid under your dress and pushed it up, giving him a view of your panties.

"God, you're soaked. So wet f'me." Leon stuck his fingers in his mouth, slurping on them and covering them with spit before he forced them past the band of your underwear. Tight, quick circles were made around your clit, denying you of any time to think. "Nobody else can play with this, you hear me? This is all mine, you don' let anybody else have you," his voice was a warm whisper that fanned across your ear.

"I promise, 'm all yours. Don't want anyone else, only you, daddy," you swore desperately, meaning every word even if it sounded like you were just babbling on.

"Fuckin' slut." He spit a fat glob onto his fingers and spread it around your cunt, lubing you up. "Thought I raised a sweet girl. Bet you act like this for the boys at school too, huh?" Your panties were slid to the side.

His teeth clenched together jaggedly as he prodded the tip of his cock at you entrance, drawing in a deep breath when he pushed it fully in.

"No, never! I don't want any of them, just want you. They aren't good enough."

"Yeah? Greedy little cunt only wants her daddy, is that right?" The ego boost he was getting from this ran through him immediately. He wound your clit up with his thumb, quickly zigzagging on the little bud to match his thrusts. "Good. They don't deserve to feel you—"

You cunt fluttered around his length at his words, leaving him biting down on his lip.

"Just like that. Gonna make me cum if you keep that up, baby."

Your mouth hung open, pathetic mewls leaking from it. Each sound he drew out of you was nearly pornographic. He bullied your guts and hit deep, far deeper than your fingers ever could, and left you far more needy than your digits did.

"Inside this time?" You had wanted it so bad for the longest time, and instead he would pull out of you and coat your soft tummy or the fat of your ass with his ropes. "I need to feel it, please. I don't wanna be empty again, jus' fill me up," you slurred, drool spilling from the corner of your plush mouth.

"Yeah," he huffed, nodding along with you words, ready to finally jump at the opportunity, "yeah, inside. I need it too, baby, you have no idea. Daddy wants to spoil you real bad, he wants to give you all the babies you want."

Your lower body tensed, squeezing him tightly as the familiar rhythmic pattern of your orgasm set in. It felt so right in that moment, like your body was made for this exact purpose: being a warm hole for your dad to fill with his hot cum.

"Ready?" He said it more like a demand than a question, and within seconds he was creaming into you, still pounding your cunt like he hated you. "Take it, don't spill."

He kept his dick sheathed away inside of you, hoping that if he kept most of his cum in you, it would take. His brow was slick with sweat and his face was flushed. He had never looked so attractive before.

You ran your hand through his hair to get his attention. When he darted his eyes up to you, you mumbled something about wanting to go again.

"Anything for you baby. Night's still young, isn't it? We got time."

[probablysimpledreams]

I'm With the Band (Band AU Dabi x reader)

a/n: EEEK I love LOV band au so much punk Touya is literally my boyfriend my muse my obsession I'm so happy I finally sat down and write a fic about him <33

cw: substances (alcohol, weed, and I always have to give Touya a cigarette LOL)

wc: 1169

"AH I'm so nervous come take this shot with me!!" your friend panicked as she jumped around the apartment kitchen. You chuckle as you accept the shot glass she hands you. Your friend has spent all day running around full of excitement and nerves as tonight she was finally meeting the guy she met online a few months ago. It just so happens that Tenko, or better known as "discord boyfriend" between you two, and his band were the opening act at a small venue nearby. You decided to attend the concert with her to offer moral support, and to make sure this guy was legit and wasn't going to kidnap your beautiful friend.

"It's going to be fine," you reassure her. "I've seen the messages that man is obsessed with you," you two clink glasses and take the shot of liquor. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Mmmmm I'm just so worried ahhh take another shot with me," your friend grabs the bottle as you roll your eyes. "Please?"

After another shot, quick smoke break, and one more pep-talk you, you two finally left the apartment. The Uber ride was about ten minutes which you were grateful for because if it had been any longer you're sure your friend would have talked herself out of going.

You two thank the driver, giggling while entering the venue. It was a nice spot, featuring two small bars and a large space for everyone to gather around the stage.

"Ohmygod there he is!" your friend whispered, pointing towards the stage as his group walked on. Since the main group wasn't going on for another hour and a half, the venue was not very crowded yet. You wasted no time grabbing your friends' hand as you ran up close to the stage. You smiled watching the two interact before the set started. You also couldn't help but notice that the bassist to Tenko's right would not stop looking at you. You smiled at him, causing him to break his gaze away from you, moving to fiddle with his instrument until the drummer came out.

"We are the L.O.V, here to carry out Stain's legacy of rock n' roll," their drummer Iguchi exclaimed before banging his drum sticks together. "LETS GET FUCKING HYPED!!" The crowd cheered as the band broke out into song. You sing along as you recognize the song from the times your friend has played it, happily showing off her boyfriend and his singing talent. But man hearing it live was such a different experience! Between the amazing sound and all the alcohol you consumed before arriving, you couldn't help but get lost in the moment. You danced happily alongside your friend, singing the words to every song they played. You couldn't help but notice the wide smirk on the mysterious bassist's face accompanied by his shiny blue eyes stuck on you throughout the set.

Once their set was over and everyone cheered, your friend ran off to meet up with Tenko. By now the venue was getting more crowded, so you decided to slip outside to catch some fresh air. As you stood in the smoking section, you happily remembered the untouched joint sitting in your jacket pocket. Sadly that happiness was short lived as you realized you didn't pack a lighter alongside it.

"Need a light?" a deep voice caused you to jump before turning your head to see who approached you. The bassist snickered at this reaction, lighting his own cigarette before holding the flame out so you could light your joint. You thank him with a quiet hum and take a puff, moving closer to him. "Saw you and your little friend dancing out there. It looked like you enjoyed our show a lot." Despite the confidence in his voice, you couldn't help but notice the way his hands were shaking nervously.

"My friend is dating your lead singer, so I had no choice but to get into your music," you teased.

"So I'm wrong in calling you a fan?" he raised an eyebrow, smirk never leaving his face. Now that you were right next to him, you were able to get a better look at him. He was tall and lanky, yet still looked very strong. He was covered in piercings, tattoos, and scars accompanied by ripped black jeans, battle vest, and distressed v-neck shirt. You were now very thankful your friend had convinced you to drink and smoke as much as you had tonight or else you would have not had the confidence to stand here and talk to the gorgeous man.

"Oh no I'm definitely a fan," you smile, taking another puff. "Helps that the bassist is so attractive." You tried your hardest to keep up a calm and sexy demeanor despite your heart trying to jump out of your chest. You were not going to fumble this!! "Though I'm sure you get that a lot."

"Yeah I hear it quite often," he chuckles, removing his cigarette from between his lips before moving in closer to you. His face was now inches away from your own, making your eyes widen. "But it's not everyday I hear it from someone as pretty as you." You felt like you were about to faint upon hearing his words, making him snicker. Before either of you could speak again, a loud crash from behind the building caught everyone's attention.

"Can someone in this band keep their dick in their pants for ONE SECOND and help me load the truck?" Iguchi angrily yelled as he loaded up a massive speaker onto the band's truck.

"Yeah Touya get over here! Hey man don't interrupt him and his game!" the man in the driver's seat called out.

"Touyaaaaa get that cutie's number!!" a young girl in buns sitting in the passenger seat chimed in. She giggled as he flicked both of them off before turning back to face you, cheeks tinted light pink.

"These idiots can't do a damn thing without me," he huffed, reaching into pocket. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and handed one to you. You looked at him confused before flipping it over where you noticed a phone number written down. He mouthed "call me," making a phone with his hands as he ran off to help pack up the truck.

Your heart fluttered as you happily went back inside to reunite with your friend, the two of you heading back to your apartment to debrief how the night went.

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The next morning you had to remind yourself that the previous was not a dream, and you did in fact get Touya's number. You grab the cigarette off the night stand and typed in his phone number.

"Hello?"

"So you just keep your number on cigarettes? Bet all your fans love that," you laugh.

"Pretty romantic huh?" you can practically hear the smile as he responds. "But that's not something I usually do. See baby, you're special. Couldn't let you get away that easily."

[mattslolita]

bitch from da souf - c. sturniolo

black!fem reader x chris, backshots, oral ( fem receving )

do not interact if you're a minor!

"i throw that ass back to see if he gon catch it."

"hello everyone, today we're filming-"

"it's the deaf, mute, and blind baking challenge, period!" y/n grins at the camera, causing nick to glare at her playfully and slap her arm, "nick, what the fuck?"

"that was supposed to be my line," nick said, a fake annoyed tone, causing y/n to roll her eyes playfully.

"anyway!" matt begins, already sensing an oncoming play fight between the two best friends, "we need to decide who's what."

"i call deaf!" y/n grinned, holding her hand up as she looked at the three triplets, "i have the best music taste, let's not even lie."

"facts," nick agrees, pointing at y/n, "let's be mute together."

"you both just want an excuse to listen to music and not do shit," matt muses as he crosses his arms, causing y/n to nudge him playfully.

"you just mad cause you not gon be my deaf twin," y/n shrugs comically, causing matt and chris to roll their eyes.

"i guess i'll be mute then," chris says, and y/n snorts, causing him to glare at her, "what was that about?"

y/n just shrugged, a small smirk on her lips as she helped set up the ingredients. "it's just about time yo ass is finally gon be shut up."

matt's eyes go wide and nick holds back a laugh, whilst chris pokes his tongue inside his cheek and shakes his head at y/n, going to stand next to her as he bends down in her ear. "i can think of a million ways to shut you up, ma."

y/n cheeks heat up, giving chris's shoulder a smack as she gestures to the camera that was currently recording them — he just smirks and goes to get a blindfold while nick hands y/n a set of headphones.

y/n and nick grin at each other as the both of them have their headphones on, chris giving them a look as he's helping tie the blindfold around matt's eyes.

"OKAY, LET'S START!" y/n shouts, clapping her hands together, as she moves to lean on the counter next to chris, "yo matt, open this shit up!"

"oh my gosh, it's our song!" nick says to y/n excitedly, causing the girl's eyes to widen as she grins widely.

"oh bitch, period!" y/n says, beginning to dance as in the party by flo milli is playing in her ears, "yeah bitch i got yo man, since you bad hoe, come catch him if you can!"

matt taps on y/n shoulders as the girl begins dancing. "Y/N, HELP ME WITH THIS!"

y/n turns to matt with a grin, still dancing as she's trying to read his lips. "NO MATT, WE NOT COOKING FISH!"

chris shakes his head as he watches the girl, ultimately deciding to go and help matt once he sees matt throw his hands up in frustration.

"DICKS UP WHEN I STEP IN THE PARTY, YO MAIN DUDE WANNA FEEL ON MY BODY!" y/n and nick sing, dancing with each other, "AND IF I TAKE HIM BITCH, I WON'T SAY I'M SORRY!"

"i do what i want, don't report to nobody!" y/n sings, dancing next to chris, shooting the boy a grin as he's trying to help matt with the batter.

"nick, preheat the fucking oven!" matt yells at the oldest triplet, causing him to look at y/n in confusion as he's still singing.

y/n goes and playfully pushes chris to side, beginning to help matt with the batter. "MATT, I'M GONNA HELP YOU WITH THIS BATTER!"

"i've been telling you to do that for five fucking minutes!" matt yells back to her, and oblivious to his obvious annoyed tone, y/n just smiles at him and gives him a thumbs up.

y/n's eyes go wide as she points at nick again, a big grin taking over her face. "THIS IS MY SHIT, STOP PLAYING!"

"PERIOD!" nick yells, pointing back at y/n, as she starts dancing rather provacatively.

"i throw dat ass back to see if he gon catch it, ain't athletic but it's tennis for the necklace," y/n raps, swaying her hips back and forth.

chris suddenly stops what he's doing as he watches y/n glide her hips back and forth in the open space near the oven and sink, nick hyping her up as she does so — he's also ignored matt's pleas to help as all he can focus on is the way her ass moves up and down as she's dancing.

"ay where that cash at, i stack it like tetris!" she continues rapping, now seemingly in her own world as she continues dancing, "real gutter bitch, real plugs and connections."

chris still had his eyes on her, watching the way nick and her giggled as she continued dancing — she accidentally bumped into matt, causing the boy to groan and shake his head.

"SORRY, MATT!" y/n giggles, hugging the middle triplet then ruffling his hair, and he pushes her off of him causing her to roll her eyes.

"FIRST I MAKE HIM EAT IT TILL HE LOCK JAW," y/n continues rapping, throwing her hands up as she round the kitchen counter, "GIVE IT TO HIM GOOD, KNOCK A NIGGA SOCKS OFF!"

"i run it up, they busy runnin they mouth!" nick raps with y/n, hyping her up, as she goes back to where is, beginning to throw it back again.

"I'M A REAL ASS, RICH ASS, BITCH FROM THA SOUTH!" y/n raps, as she swaying whilst chris was next to her, the boy having had his breath caught in his throat.

chris was well aware that y/n and him were only best friends, but it was hard to look at her like that when since they had first met he'd get so sexually frustrated around her. of course, chris never knew that y/n had always found him attractive too, and would have to refrain from being around him sometimes due to this fact.

like right now, chris had the strong urge to just bend y/n over the kitchen table and fuck her from behind, making her scream his name — he shook his head to try and rid himself of these thoughts, going back to focusing trying to clean up the mess they made.

chris watched as y/n was still bopping her head to the song as she grabbed the tray away from matt, walking over to the oven — he watched the brownskin girl as she set the tray atop, then she bent over to open the oven.

he didn't even realize what he was doing until he reached y/n, gently taking her hips and pulling her ass to him in the hit it from behind motion.

"what the fuck- CHRIS!" y/n says, her eyes wide as she turns to look at him, shock evident on her face.

"couldn't help myself ma, with that ass shaking so pretty in front of me," chris whispers in her ear, pulling his bandana down slightly so she could hear him.

he gives her a wink and slips it back on, nick having watched the two with raised eyebrows. "great, now i have to edit that cause the fans will go crazy."

y/n felt her cheeks get hot at the action chris did, and the fact that he just walked away from her like he didn't just do that — the worst part was that she liked it, she wished he would've done more than that.

"FUCK!" nick yells, causing matt to throw his hands up in irritation, "WE FORGOT TO BUY FUCKING OVEN MITTS!"

"are you kidding me?" matt says angrily, taking his blindfold from off his eyes, looking at his brothers and best friend in shock, "who was in charge of that?"

the three brothers all turned towards y/n, who had finally looked up from where she had put the batch in, giving them confused expressions. "WHAT?"

"you forgot the buy the oven mitts!" matt says, throwing his hands up at her.

"shit, you said what, matt?" y/n asks with a sweet smile, taking the headphones off.

"you- just nevermind," matt sighs, running his hand along his face, motioning to nick, "nick, let's go and buy it real quick."

"fine, whatever," nick says with an eyeroll, taking the headphones off and pausing the music, "please don't do anything stupid while we're gone!"

"the fuck would we do?" y/n asks with a confused expression, and matt shoots her a look of amusement.

soon matt and nick are headed out the door, and y/n lets out a sigh — when she turns around, chris is standing right behind her, his usual smirk on his face as he looks down at the girl with hungry eyes. y/n's breath hitches in her throat at the way he's looking at her, causing her to back into the kitchen table.

"i was serious about what i said earlier, you know," chris says in a low rasp, putting both hands on the counter behind y/n, trapping her in between, "about knowing ways to shut you up."

"then why you ain't did it yet?" y/n challenges, feeling the pool already forming in between legs, as she almost lost balance.

"as much as i want to ma, i wanna have a taste of you instead," chris growls, his large hands going to grab the shorter girl and hoisting her onto the counter.

she immediately pulls him in by the neck and attaches her lips to his hungrily, both of them battling for dominance — chris pulls away slightly, his lips already red and swollen as he eyes the girl greedily, then he reattaches his lips to her neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it.

he reaches down towards the waistband of her shorts, tugging at it as it snapped, causing a low gasp to escape her lips as she squeezes her brown thighs together. "fuck, i need you so bad."

"lean back mama, i'm gonna make you feel so good," chris whispers in her ear, pressing her stomach back.

y/n leans back and scoots back on the counter, giving him enough access to practically rip her shorts down from under her — he was immediately met with y/n's already glistening pussy, causing his cock to stiffen at the sight.

"look at you, not wearing any fuckin panties," he chuckles lowly, spreading her legs apart whilst keeping eye contact with her, "such a pretty pussy, ma."

"p-please, chris," y/n whimpers, "i need-"

without warning, chris dives in between y/n's legs, not wasting time in licking a stripe up her sensitive bundle of nerves, emitting a moan from the girl. he greedily latches his hands onto het thighs, pulling her closer to him as if she'll somehow slip from his grasp.

"fuck chris, that feels so good," y/n moans out, throwing her head back as her hands find themselves tangled into his brown locks.

he continues pleasuring her with his tongue, burying his face deep inside her pussy as he flicks his tongue on it every which way — y/n lets out moans, filling up the empty space of the kitchen.

"oh fuck, you taste so good," chris says breathlessly, pulling away, his face glistening in her juices.

he dives back in, reveling in the sweet taste of her, knowing that nobody could ever make her feel as good as he is in this moment.

"chris, i-i'm close," y/n moans out, her head still thrown back.

this causes him to finally take his face out of her pussy, a smirk on his face as he does so, which causes her to look at him in confusion. "w-why would you stop?"

"cause you're gonna cum on this cock, ma," chris said, "now bend that ass over."

y/n obliges, getting up from the counter and going to turn around — chris quickly pulls his pants down, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach as it leaks with pre-cum.

he lines himself up with y/n, using her juices as lube as he strokes it once, causing a groan to escape his lips and a moan to slip out her mouth.

"just put in already!" y/n begs.

chris grins as he slowly pushes inside of her, a moan falling from both of their lips. "fuck, you're so tight."

chris begins to move in and out of her at a slow pace at first, the soft slapping of skin can be heard — y/n moans at the feeling of her best friend going in and out of her, having been waiting for this moment for forever.

chris quickly picks up his pace, now slamming into her from behind — y/n grips the kitchen counter in front of her, her breasts bouncing as he fucks into her.

"oh my gosh, fuck chris!" y/n whines out, as he goes to attach his lips to her neck, one of his hands going to cup her breast as the other stays on her waist.

"fuck ma, you feel so fucking good around my cock like this," chris pants out, squeezing her nipple in between his index and thumb fingers.

"i-i'm so close, baby," y/n moans out, throwing her head back, "i'm gonna cum..."

"cum on my cock ma, give it to me," chris rasps, still pounding into her from behind.

y/n releases her juices onto chris's cock, moaning his name as she does so — that's enough for chris too, as he shoots his loud out inside of her, moaning her name as he does.

he helps the both of them ride out their highs, then chris pulls out of y/n, both catching their breaths as the reality of what happened sets in.

"fuck, i've wanted to do that for so long," chris breathes out, helping y/n put her shorts back on.

"you ain't know how long i wanted you to," y/n giggles, looking up at chris, "is this gonna change shit between us?"

"nah," chris says, smiling down at the girl, pulling his pants up, "but let's just keep this between us, alright?"

"you right, matt gon throw a hissy fit if he ever found out," y/n laughed, grabbing some paper towels to clean up the space they occupied.

chris sent a smack to y/n's ass, causing her to gasp and turn to him with a playful glare. "didn't you touch my ass enough?"

"who says i ever got enough of it?" chris grins at her, licking his lips as he walks over to her and squeezes her ass.

"yeah, you definitely an ass dude."

@luverboychris , @mrssturnioloo , @mattsturniolosleftnut 💕 gfs ily

omgggg look who finally wrote some more smut !!😩😩😩 i got hella requests too, so im excited for y'all to read that too ! im so sorry not uploading any, i've lost a little motivation for it, but im tryna bounce back.💌

[sebbybailey]

Find You - Oneshot Bucky

Summary: You were at a random club that your friends wanted you to try out and of course, you didn't say no to them because it was your best friend's last party because she was getting married in a week. You were the only girl who was single too and that was fine for you, but your friends insisted that you find a man tonight.

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Hard dancing, you mention that you used to be a stripper and swearing

"Girls, I'm fine being single." you shrugged.

They immediately all scoffed and rolled their eyes at you, clearly not believing you. One of the girls, Jessica, spoke up once more, hoping to change your mind. "C'mon, just for tonight. We aren't even asking you to find anyone serious, just to find someone to have some fun with."

"But I don't want to!" you protested. "I'm still dealing with that breakup with Tyler."

Jessica let out a dramatic sigh, obviously not believing you. "Oh c'mon, it's been like 4 months since that. You need to get back out there and stop moping around, especially at my bachelorette party."

"I'm not moping!" you huffed defensively. "And this just isn't the place. I don't feel like hooking up with some random stranger from a club."

"That's where you're wrong." Jessica smirked, a mischievous look appearing in her eye. She and your other friends exchanged knowing glances, a plan clearly forming in their heads. "You just haven't found the right guy yet." Jessica then glanced at a guy with a left vibranium arm. "You see that guy right there?"

Your eyes followed Jessica's gaze, finally seeing who she was gesturing to. You were a bit taken aback - the man was undeniably attractive, with a sharp jawline and intense gaze. You instantly knew what the girls were trying to do and you turned back to them, shaking your head stubbornly. "Absolutely not. I'm not going over there to hit on an Avenger I don't even know."

Jessica rolled her eyes at your resistance. "Please. Your ex was like, a total loser. I'm pretty sure he cheated on you too." Your other friends nodded in agreement, clearly siding with Jessica on the matter. "And this guy," Jessica gestured back to the dark-haired man again. "He's single, and super hot. He's a total upgrade from Tyler."

You couldn't help but feel a bit insecure as they brought up your ex. They were right - he had been a loser, and there was a good chance he had cheated on you. But that didn't mean you wanted to just hook up with some random guy. "But he's a fucking Avenger!" you said, glancing back over at the man with the metal arm again.

"Exactly, he's an Avenger. They're practically the biggest bachelor's in the world." One of your friends pointed out with a sly grin. Jessica nodded in agreement. "And besides, you've been going on about how hot Steve Rogers was for the last few years. Here's your chance to see if the hype around Barnes is true."

You bit your lip, conflicted. On one hand, you were still dealing with the pain from your previous relationship. On the other hand…you did find Bucky Barnes ridiculously attractive, and it was an open secret that he was single.

The girls could see that you were weakening, and they knew they had you right where they wanted you. They all gave you a cheeky smile, knowing they were about to push you to your limit. "Just give it a shot," Jessica encouraged, gesturing to Bucky again. "Just go talk to him for a few minutes. You don't have to do anything else."

Your heart raced as you looked over at Bucky again. He was standing at the bar, nursing a glass of what looked like whiskey. He seemed lost in thought, his gaze fixed on something across the room. You felt a mix of nerves and excitement as you began to consider the idea. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to just talk to him…" you admitted timidly.

The girls exchanged triumphant glances, clearly thrilled that their persuasion was working. "That's the spirit!" Jessica nodded, giving you an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "You've got this, girl. Just go over there and chat with him for a bit. Who knows, maybe you'll hit it off and find out if he's as much of a hottie in person as he is in the tabloids."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "Okay, okay. I can do this. I can just go over there and talk to him. It doesn't have to lead to anything more." With a final nod from the girls, you turned and began to make your way over to Bucky's spot at the bar.

As you approached him, you couldn't help but notice that he was even more attractive up close. He was casually dressed, a dark t-shirt clinging to his muscular physique. He had a rugged and dangerous aura about him, and you felt yourself getting a bit flustered already.

Bucky glanced up from his drink as you approached, his intense gaze meeting your own. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his eyes raked over you, taking in your appearance. "Great, another fan girl." he sounded annoyed.

You felt your heart clench at his icy reaction. Ouch, that stung. "Wow, you're rude." you replied, trying to mask the hurt in your voice. "But no, I'm not like some obsessive fan girl. I'm just here with some friends."

Bucky raised an eyebrow skeptically, still regarding you with a cool gaze. "Sure, and you just happen to be randomly approaching me?" he grunted. "No offense sweetheart, but I've met plenty of fans and I know a star-struck look when I see one."

You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest in annoyance. "Look, I'm not some star-struck fan girl and I didn't come over here just to gush over you." you retorted, trying to maintain your composure. "I swear, my friends just dared me to come over and talk to you because they think I need to get back out there."

Bucky's expression shifted from skeptical to somewhat incredulous. He studied you more closely, taking in the defiant look on your face. "Your friends dared you to approach an Avenger?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Interesting group you got there."

You bristled at his sarcastic tone, feeling the irritation rise within you. "Hey, they're just being supportive friends," you retorted, a note of defensiveness in your voice. "They think I need to start dating again because I've been moping around after a break up, but I'm handling it just fine on my own, thank you very much."

Bucky leaned against the bar, his gaze still fixed on you. "So they think you need to find some random guy to hook up with to get over your ex?" he asked, a hint of mocking in his tone. "I'm sorry, but I don't hook up with girls for one night. Not anymore." he went to leave.

You panicked, not wanting to end the conversation there. "Wait, no, that's not what I'm looking for either." you quickly blurted out, reaching out to touch his arm to stop him from leaving. The unexpected touch made him pause, his gaze shifting back to you. "I don't want a hook up either." you continued, your voice softer now. "I just…I'm tired of being alone, you know?"

Bucky's expression softened slightly at your admission, his gaze lingering on where your hand was still resting on his arm. He seemed to consider you for a moment, his intense eyes searching your face. "You're tired of feeling alone, huh?" he asked, his voice gentler now. "Prove it to me."

You felt a flicker of surprise at his sudden demand. "Prove it to you?" you repeated, a little taken aback. "How the fuck am I supposed to do that?"

Bucky's gaze grew more intense. "Show me that you're not just another fangirl who wants a quick fling with me because I'm the famous Bucky Barnes." he replied, a hint of challenge in his voice. He looked down and sighed. "I never ask a girl to do this when I meet them…" he muttered. "Hard dance with me on the dance floor to a song of your choosing. I'll tell the DJ to play it."

You felt a mixture of surprise and intrigue at his unexpected request. "You want me to dance with you to prove that I'm not a fangirl?" You repeated, just to make sure you were hearing him correctly. "And I get to pick the song?"

Bucky nodded. "Yeah, pick any song you want. But if I don't think you mean what you say, I'm walking away." he replied firmly. "And it has to be a full song. I want to see if you can handle it with me."

You couldn't believe you were agreeing to this. But despite your better judgement, you were too intrigued to say no. "Alright," you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "I'll dance with you to the song I choose, and you'll see that I'm not just a star-struck fan girl."

Bucky's gaze darkened at your acceptance. "Good," he said gruffly, gesturing for you to follow him towards the dance floor. "Let's see if you can keep up. Pick the song."

You followed him towards the dance floor, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You scanned the crowd and quickly spotted Jessica, who was watching you intently. You made eye contact with her and she gave you an encouraging nod, clearly excited about your bold move.

Looking back at Bucky, you gave a confident nod. "Alright, I have the perfect song in mind. Find You by Zedd feat Matthew Koma and Miriam Bryant."

Bucky relayed your song choice to the DJ, who nodded and began preparing the track. As the opening notes of the song filled the room, Bucky gestured for you to step into his space. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, while his metal arm came to rest on your lower back.

"Now let's see if you can really dance." he said with a hint of a smirk.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as Bucky pulled you close. You could feel the heat radiating off his muscularbody and the firm pressure of his arm around your waist. You placed your trembling hands on his broad chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath your palms.

You looked up at him, meeting his intense gaze. "Don't underestimate me," you retorted, trying to project confidence. "I know how to dance. I used to be a stripper."

Bucky's eyebrows rose slightly at your admission. He stared down at you, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "A stripper, huh?" he asked, one corner of his mouth tilting upwards into a smirk. "Interesting." He pulled you even closer, his hand on your lower back pressing you against his body. "I guess that means you can move your hips pretty well, then." he turned you around, his chest being against your back and he grabbed your hips.

Your pulse quickened at his words, and even more so as he turned you around, his chest pressing against your back and his hands grasping your hips. You could feel his breath gently brush against your ear, making you shiver.

"Yeah, I can move my hips quite well," you replied, your voice betraying a hint of huskiness. You pushed your hips back against him in time with the music, feeling his strong body against yours.

Bucky made a low sound in his throat as you pushed your hips back against him, clearly appreciating the way you moved to the music. His fingers dug slightly into your hips, holding you firmly against him. "You weren't kidding. Not bad." he murmured, his voice a deep rumble near your ear.

Both you and him would start bouncing up and down with the crowd as beat started to go faster.

You felt a mix of pride and exhilaration as Bucky's voice murmured his approval in your ear. The feel of his strong fingers gripping your hips and the hard contours of his body against yours sent a rush of heat through your body.

As the beat sped up, you let the music take over, moving more freely against him, your hips rolling and grinding in time with the rhythm. You couldn't remember the last time you had felt this alive on a dance floor, the chemistry between you and Bucky electrifying the space around you.

You both laughed when the song ended and you turned around, your arms wrapping around his neck. That's when Golden Hour by JVKE started to play.

Bucky's intense gaze met yours as the new song started playing, the softer and more romantic melody of "Golden Hour" filling the room. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer against him.

He leaned in closer to you with his face right in front of your, his breath warm against your skin. "So, you think you've proven yourself?" he asked, his voice low and sultry.

You instinctively melted against him as he pulled you closer, your bodies fitting together seamlessly with the more intimate tempo of the song. You could feel the rapid beating of your own heart in your chest as Bucky's face hovered so close to yours.

"I hope so," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you met his intense gaze. "Did I pass the test, Barnes?"

Bucky's gaze lingered on your face, his eyes flickering to your lips before returning to your own. He could feel the heat radiating off your body and the soft scent of your perfume filling his senses.

"I'd say you did," he murmured, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. "You've got moves, I'll give you that. And you've proven that you're not just some fangirl who wants a quick fling."

You felt a sense of relief mixed with excitement at his words, knowing that you had managed to break through his initial skepticism. As you continued to dance to the soothing rhythm of the song, your body felt like it was on fire. Every press and rub against him felt electric, the connection between you growing stronger with each beat.

"Well, I guess I managed to impress an Avenger," you joked lightly, trying to downplay the mounting tension between you two. "You made this night the best night of my life."

Bucky chuckled at your joke, a small smile curving his lips. He could feel the heat and tension between you two as you continued to dance, the slow, intimate movements of the song making the moment feel even more intense.

"You're definitely not like any other girl I've met," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your face. "You're bold, you've got fire in you, and you know how to dance." He shifted a bit, pulling you even closer until your bodies were molded together, your face only inches apart.

Bucky noticed the look you gave over your shoulder and followed your gaze, spotting Jessica giving you a thumbs up from across the room. He let out a low chuckle, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

He shifted his attention back to you, his hands on your hips firm and possessive. "Looks like your girl's giving us her stamp of approval," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You laughed, your breath catching as Bucky's hands gripped tighter on your hips. "Yeah, she's rooting for me," you replied, a small smile on your lips.

You realized that you were completely flush against him. The heat from his body and his intense gaze was making it hard to focus on anything but him. "I wanna get to know you after this."

Bucky's gaze darkened as you spoke, the hint of a growl in his voice. "I'd like to get to know you too. Even your stripper name." he chuckled.

You felt a blush wash over your cheeks at his words, the heat of his body against yours and the huskiness in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Who said that was my stripper name?" you retorted, a hint of sass in your tone.

Time Jump (6 years later)

You were sitting on the couch with your 4-year-old daughter in your lap and your 3-year-old daughter on Bucky's lap. "That's how me and your father met," you said to your two girls.

"Wait wait, there's more to this story," Bucky interjected, a playful grin on his face. "We're getting to the best part. Your mother's stripper name."

Your face flushed at his words, knowing full well where this was going. "Bucky, you really don't have to-" you protested, but he cut you off.

"Yeah, yeah, I do have to," he said, mischief in his eyes. "Because if they're old enough to ask how we met, they're old enough to know your stripper name."

Your daughters looked between the two of you, their expressions a mix of confused curiosity. "What's your stripper name, Mommy?" your four-year-old asked, her innocent gaze wide.

You let out a sigh of resignation, knowing there was no way to avoid this conversation anymore. You glance at Bucky, who was trying to suppress a smirk, clearly enjoying this moment.

"Alright, fine," you relented, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. "My stripper name was your name Becca... well your full name, but that's not what me and your Dad named you after. You already know who you're named after, anyways."

Your daughters eyes widened at the revelation, their little minds trying to wrap around the concept of their mom being a stripper. "You were a stripper, Mommy?" your three-year-old asked, her voice filled with awe.

You let out a small laugh, feeling a mixture of amusement and slight embarrassment. "Well, yeah, I used to be," you replied, trying to downplay it a bit for your young children. "But that was a long, long time ago. Before I met your dad."

Bucky chuckled, his hand rubbing your back in a comforting gesture. "And your mom was quite a sight as a stripper," he added, shooting you a playful wink. "She performed for me on our one year anniversary of dating and that was the night we conceived you, Becca."

You punched Bucky's shoulder. "Bucky, she's only four years old!"

Bucky winced at your punch, but he continued to laugh, unphased. "Just getting all the facts out there, sweetheart," he teased, his hand still rubbing your back.

"Momma, who am I named after?" your youngest asked.

You smiled at your youngest, running a hand through her hair. "You are named after your dad's best friend," you explained. "But we couldn't name you Steve since that was a male name so we chose Stevie. Your sister however was named after your father's sister, Rebecca."

Both of your daughters seemed satisfied with your explanation, their little minds processing the information. After a moment, your eldest daughter spoke up, a sparkle in her eye.

"Can you teach me how to dance like you, Mommy?" she asked, a pleading look on her face.

You let out a laugh, surprised by your daughter's request. "Sweetheart, you're a little young for that," you replied, feeling a mixture of amusement and trepidation.

Bucky, meanwhile, looked like he was trying hard to suppress a smirk. He glanced at you, a glint of humor in his eyes. "We really made a family, huh?"

You looked at Bucky, feeling a wave of affection and contentment wash over you. He was right. You had come a long way since the night you met. You had gotten past his initial skepticism and made him fall in love with you, despite your different beginnings.

You reached out a hand, lacing your fingers with his. "Yeah," you said softly. "We really did."

[buryhny]

One Night Stand ; 01

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

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The club lights up with multiple disco colours rotating around the area, the neon, dynamic lighting, and strobes allow the people to see each other in various hues and tints, including you. There you stand, leaning your hip towards the bar while typing a letter and sipping the earthy red wine, 'Pinot Noir' with a twisty fancy straw that the club offers.

"Yeah, I'm gonna do it."

You screamed over for the second time to your friend who sits beside you, grooving herself to the music playing out loud with her champagne glass in her hand.

"There's no way you're gonna do it." Kayla is her name. The only friend you've made here in Seoul, Korea. You wouldn't exactly call her your best friend or good friend, but well, she's been there for you for a couple of months. You both worked together as an intern at the coffee store down the street, and she left for a better job while you're stuck finding job applications to work as a graphic designer that you've mastered. The boundary between your conversation was due to the loud music being played, but you managed to hear her over it. "Just a sec, let me mail my application."

It's one of the 5th applications you've filled for the day and were now sending it at a club, while you're drunk as fuck but you've tried to keep a tweesy bit of your consciousness just so this mail doesn't go all wrong, it can't go wrong. It's for a very prestigious company in Korea. You clicked on the 'send' option of email and turned off your phone to get back to why you're actually here at the club.

"Why not? You guys tried it, and now it's my turn." Picking out the plastic straw with your fake nails, you dropped it and chugged down the rest of the wine, patting your lips against the tissue to wipe off the excess alcohol that was stuck to your gloss, you moaned at the taste of the liquid hitting your throat.

"Girl, you're gonna rock it. Go ride him out!!"

The woman in the red bodycon dress with her hair tied up to a ponytail hyped you more by her words.

She was always ready for a good fuck and have always tried to push you for it too, since it's been a while you've been deprived from sex as you held strongly to your faith of being in a relationship but tonight, you could really feel yourself ready for it and so you were just gonna hit up to anyone who you think would be the best at it.

The dance floor looked so inviting with the couples and single females dancing to the sensual music played by the DJ, what the floor was missing was you so you slipped your way towards it and began to shake your body to the beats of the song. Kayla and a few of her friends cheered for you, and that only made you move harder.

the bodycon dress you wore, showed off your perfect curves that you've worked hard for throughout your life, your ideal hourglass body matched no one's on the stage, you were the woman of the night. Not only does the dress look alluring on you, but the length of it being above your knees, long sleeved, and the box neck of it made most of the men around you to drool. you enjoyed the attention that you received.

It was what alcohol makes you crave for. When the music skipped to the remix of Streets by Doja Cat, the lights dimmed to orange and red, spreading an intimate vibe between couples, allowing the ladies to feel themselves to each word, each beat of each second. The rich smoky scent of cigarettes lingered under your nose, arousing you to grab on and place them between your lips but you control yourself, not wanting to fall into the trap of tobacco once again that left you suffering for months.

What stopped you from dancing was the eyes of a man who sat distant from the dance floor, alone at the corner of the room with his champagne glass around the palms and fingertips. He looked appealing, charming, and smart. you looked over at him to be fully aware if he was, in fact, looking at you or another woman, then making eye contact with the man he looked into your eyes to. sipping his liquid while his hooded eyes never left yours, his eyes welcomed you, so you walked to him to accept his hospitality.

To get a closer look at his eyes, that warmed you, that stopped you from dancing, those eyes that made you feel unique of them all. your heels clicked on the floor, towards the man who was seated on the velvet couch that were coloured in crimson red, unmatching his jet black suit that sparkled with the ebony glitter, his black shirt unbuttoned and his hair sweaty and long that curled up and fell on his eyes, covering his right one.

'fuck, had i noticed him before, it would be me, eyeing him all the way.'

you thought to yourself while you pushed your bangs away from your eyes so you could look at him deeper. "hey?" greeting him with your deep voice, since the alcohol had left your voice box dry, you took a seat beside him, his manly vanilla scent brushed under your nose that allowed you to take a deep breath of his fragrance.

"What do you want?" he questioned you, with droopy eyes, no he did not look sleepy he looked aroused by your presence. his fingertips that gripped his glass, was taken off them as you gulped down the little liquid that he had remained in it. the man was surprised, the move was bold, unexpected yet attractive. you dropped the glass on the table and licked your lips, eyes squinting at the horrible taste of it.

"fuck, that was so bitter."

you whispered under your breath, that he heard as the music at this corner of the room was not very loud. you then looked over at him, since he had asked you a question a while ago before you chugged down his absolute bad taste on alcohol. Being confident was a positive aspect of liquor, it brought that up to you, it allowed you to be who you are within you, bringing out the inner devil. the queen of horniness, the spirit of sex.

"wanna go upstairs?"

mumbling breathly, you asked him, looking over at his eyes, now that he brushed his hair with his fingers allow you to examine his dark black eyes that glare into your soul. you didn't hesitate, you were assured that you needed him. you need him inside of you so you're gonna get it. he analysed you, from that ruby red gloss to that tight figure hugging dress that hugged your waist ever so perfectly leaving your thighs on display that had that flesh just the way he liked it,

so he could grab it with his palm while you rode him. he knew from first glance that he needed you, he could tell that you had the body just the way he liked it, just his type. However, he was not gonna take advantage of this opportunity since you're drunk. "no thanks."

He mumbled, grabbing his champagne bottle and pouring the rest of it into his glass, which you had left a lip imprint with the gloss, he could see how plump your lips were just by the stain you had left. you were not accepting a no for an answer, he dared to undress you with his eyes and he said no. You liked the play, you liked the tension, this made you grow closer to him, the man didn't move.

This, of course, means that he wants you too. "you're missing out. this is a good opportunity. Come on." you whispered, at which he caught on immediately. He was trying his best to ignore you, but he could feel himself getting hard just by this, teasing.

"don't. don't miss it out." He knew that you're doing this intentionally so you could trap him. It's working. the words coming out of your mouth breathlessly, fanning it over his ears while your lips brush on his ear lobe, the man exhaled sharply and quietly not wanting you to know that this is all getting him affected.

for the first time, he feels weak, even sipping the liquid isn't doing anything to him right now, the world seems like it's stopped and you're the only one here, working your way into his pants. he faced you only to see nothing but lust, passion, and the drive of sexual frustration. he looks for confirmation in your eyes, he sees it. he sees how you need this, and you seem conscious about this decision.

"Let's go." You hear him mumble, allowing the both of you to step up from the couch, following him to a corridor that leads to the washrooms. You internally groan at this. You want sex. full on sex not a quickie, but when you walk behind him, his hand never leaves yours. you pass by the horny couples fucking around,

the moans of the females, males and the gay couples who have almost filled up the male restrooms. he walked you into a room, the interior of it modern, ebony and maroon.

scented candles lighting up the atmosphere, rose fragrance slip into each other's breasts. he walked towards you, stopping at the doorstep while you admire the luxury of this area, where no one seemed to be around, this corridor was empty, the faint music was barely heard, just the room giving beauty and the beast vibes. his hand left yours as it snuck into his pockets. glancing over at you, he noticed your reaction and smirked, he sighed and questioned unsurely.

"Still up for it?" you faced him as he now stands in front of you, towering your height as he leans on to the door frame. "I don't second guess my decisions."

whisper and he pulls you inside, pushing you to close the door, his palm held around your wrist tightly, he begins by pressing his lips on your bare neck. his lips were warm against your cold skin, that let him easily melt against you while your hands wrapped around his neck, pushing him down for more, to be harder. a kisser as good as him, makes you crave this more, that excites you as this is just the beginning.

On the other hand, he could not stop tasting you with his tongue swirling around the nape of your neck, finding your sweet spot that he got in a few seconds. allowing your moans to spill out, he groaned against you when he heard your voice. pressing a few kisses after he had left his mark on you, he held your wrist and walked you over to the bed.

you sit on it, looking up at him while he looks down at you. his eyebrow raises, letting you know what he needs, his finger gestures you to take off your clothes so you do, letting the shoulders fall off, when your hand goes behind to unzip it, he pauses you and grew closer to you, his face on your shoulder as he lets his breath fan you while he unzips it. you push it off your body, letting you rest with the lace black lingerie you had worn.

he could feel himself drooling, he eyes wandering around your body so without wasting any more time, he removes his coat and throws it away, then about to unbutton his shirt when you push his hand aside. you slowly began to unbutton for him, this gave him the wonderful opportunity to check you out more, seated on the bed, with your perfectly toned abs. you looked like a masterpiece, a piece he's never seen before, never had he seen a woman this perfect with the most mesmerising features. you threw away his shirt, taking the moment to admire his chest.

fuck, he even has tattoos that decorates his right arm arm. its captivating, distracting you with his canvas that explains his individual touch and unique stories, you want him to tell you about it but now's not the time, especially when he reminds you that you're here for sex. he looks at your eyes, wondering why i've paused, then he sees it.

you're interested in his tattoos, that had him chuckling. "shall we begin, darling?" you looked up at him, then with a smirk and a nod you placed your index finger into your mouth, wetting it with your eyes locked with his. you stroked the man's hard chest,

the man who was confused a few seconds ago, now had his eyes closed as he threw his head back, moaning as he feels his insides heating up and clenching, he felt himself grow, he loved the boldness, he never truly admired dom females but today, you. he thinks he would never get over this or find someone better.

"fuck me?"

you ask, softly, looking up at him with big round doe eyes that made him weak, he wanted to drop on his feet and beg you to fuck him but he didn't. he let himself smirk as he bent down to meet your face, leaving centimeters apart, gently he caressed your chin with his finger and then he hovered over you, slowly pushing you down on bed until you met with the silk sheets, that rubbed against your bare back.

"With pleasure, darling...." he whispers as he sucked on your ear lobe while he pushed himself inside you without any warnings, allowing whimpers and muffled moans that leave from your lips.....

-

"I'm late! I'm late, shit shit."

You woke up to the yelling of the alarm clock that had tried its best to wake you up 30 minutes ago. now showing 7;46 am. in its display. You're supposed to be at the office at 8.

No way you're late on your first day. It's certainly not your first day of work, but it's still your interview, and there's no way you could miss this opportunity. Working as a head graphic designer is all that you need. It's what you've been dying for,

You've been doing multiple jobs to make a living, but there's something you've always been good at and that's been designing and advertising. What's all the qualifications and degrees for if you can't work at what you're best at. And plus this job's description has exactly what you're looking for, so you need this job, it's a need.

It's a blessing that the building is not too far from your apartment. You took a seat in front of the ceo's room. You've been there before as some of the staff reviewed you. Hence, you're under the shortlist.

And now's the big moment, interviewing with the CEO himself because he wants to recruit the best workers for his company, and that means they have to meet his expectations.

So he takes this in his hands. You were nervous, shaking your leg vigorously, and your sweaty hands had left imprints on your files.

"Ms Lee Y/n?"

"Yes, that's me."

"You've been called in." The woman dressed in a black skirt and a white silk shirt spoke kindly to you, leading your way to the CEO's room.

She opened the door, allowing you to walk inside, for which you thanked her, and she left, giving you a bow. you clicked your heels as you walked towards the man who was seated on his luxurious office chair that had its back turned towards you. "Take a seat."

He demanded as he twirled his chair to meet the face of his applicant, with his sheet of papers and pen between his fingers. your eyes widened at the vision of the man in front of you, parting your lips and breathing, only getting heavy with the time passed. the CEO didn't meet you until he had no response from you. He raised his eyebrows, then took his eyes off the paper to meet yours, and he paused. "You?"

He muttered, and you immediately blinked multiple times, looking everywhere else except his eyes. There is no way he is the one. There's no fucking way that your one night stand turned out to be the CEO of the company you applied to. fuck.

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chapter 13: Goodnight kisses (almost)

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DAISY SAT CROSS-LEGGED on the floor, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, Akilah leaning against her on one side, quietly picking at her cuticles.

Most of the girls were already in their pajamas, sprawled out on the floor or sitting somewhere, either on tables or sofas. Some of them were chatting, and some—like Daisy, who had her stomach full and was already feeling a little bit tired and didn't really want to talk to anyone —stayed by themselves, in silence.

"Okay, this is depressing," Mari sat up from her chair. "We just ate a deer. We survived another day. Can we not act like we're all fucking dying in here?"

A few girls looked up at her. Natalie arched a brow. "What do you want to do? Throw a party?" She asked dryly.

Mari rolled her eyes. "Not a party. Just... I don't know something fun. Music? Dancing?"

'So yes, a party'

"Dancing?" Shauna echoed, incredulous.

"Yes Shauna, dancing," Mari replied mockingly.

Jackie's ears perked up. "I like it," she said. "Its been forever since we danced to anything. Remember those dances in the school gym?" She looked around the group, her eyes landing on Daisy's.

"Yeah, well, I don't think anyone can forget the smell of that place, that's for sure." Daisy wrinkled her nose as she remembered how horrible the smell was, especially after the guys would leave. "God, I can still smell it."

"Yeah, like sweaty Axe body spray and feet." Jackie chuckled. "So-"

"I think we should do it." Shauna interrupted her from beside her, looking impatient for some reason.

"I mean, I'm not against the idea," Van said, stretching out her legs. "It's either dancing or sitting here listening to Coach snore."

"Hey," Coach Ben called weakly from his spot, raising a hand. "I'm not even sleeping."

"Yet," Natalie muttered, making the coach sigh and give her a look.

"Okay, so who has the Walkman?"

"I got it, wait." Van stood up, reaching for her backpack. "Ah-ha!" She held it up triumphantly.

"Stick it in a bucket," Daisy instructed. "You know...it makes the sound louder."

Daisy watched as Van did what she said, quickly finding the rusted old bucket and putting the Walkman inside of it.

"You better not play something depressing," Natalie warned.

"I know what I'm doing," Van said, pressing play. The music echoed through the bucket, making the cabin erupt in cheers. "Hell yeah, bitches!"

"Daisy, you genius!" Jackie gave her a gentle slap on the shoulder, making the blonde mutter something about how anyone could've thought about it.

Most of the girls—plus Javi— jumped to their feet, and Van, who tried—and failed— to do the moonwalk, slipped on a blanket and nearly fell on her ass, making Tai let out a loud laugh.

"Loser," Tai laughed.

"Oh, shut up, Tai. You show me how it's done then." Van shot back, grinning.

"Nah, I'm fine here."

Laura lee was clapping along to the beat from somewhere across the room. "This is actually kind of fun," she admitted with a small smile.

Daisy smiled, looking at the group having fun. She bobbed her head at the beat of the music, hyping up the ones who were dancing.

"Daisy, come on!" Laura lee called, appearing beside her.

Daisy looked up at her, blinking in surprise. "What?"

"Come on," Laura Lee held out her hands with a wide smile. "Up. You're not getting out of this."

Before Daisy could argue, Laura Lee had already tugged the blanket off her shoulder and gently pulled her up to her feet, clasping both their hands together.

Daisy stumbled up with a small laugh, letting the blanket pool around her feet. She glanced at the others nervously, but most weren't even paying attention to the interaction, too caught up in their own fun, and that made her relax just a little.

"What are we doing?" Daisy asked, brow furrowed.

"You'll see," Laura Lee said, clicking their heels together and bouncing slightly from side to side.

"Oh my gosh," Daisy said, breaking into a disbelieving smile. "You know how to do that?"

Laura Lee just nodded and chuckled, forcing Daisy to copy her movements.

Their right foot clicked together two times; the third time they hit it two times and then slapped their hands together in time to the beat.

They laughed, holding each other as the song stopped playing.

"Where did you learn that?" Daisy asked.

"Church camp. Don't judge me."

Her jaw fell. "They taught you this at church camp?!"

The first and only time she went to church camp was when she was seven, and in her opinion, it was extremely boring. They just prayed and went on reallyy long hikes.

Maybe she just found it boring because she was young and because she had the attention span of a fruit fly, but still they never taught dances to hers.

Laura Lee shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah, we had music nights."

"Maybe I went to the wrong camp," she laughed, wiping a bit of hair from her face as she caught her breath.

"Maybe," Laura Lee teased. "Or maybe you just weren't paying attention."

"I was seven," Daisy defended herself. "The only thing I remember is crying because I lost my stuffed lamb, and some kid throwing up, making me do the same."

Laura Lee made a face. "Ew."

Daisy nodded. "Yeah..." She said, pursing her lips together.

A few feet away, someone—probably Mari—yelled, "Let's do a choreography!"

"Noo," Daisy mumbled, instinctively stepping back, her shoulders hunching slightly. Sadly for her, it was too late, because the others had quickly started to agree with the suggestion.

Before Daisy could completely leave, someone grabbed her wrist and spun her around. "Where are you going? Daisy, come on! You're the one who figured out the bucket trick; you're a genius, you can't leave yet!"

"I'm not-" Daisy tried to protest, but she was quickly forced to follow the others as they tried to make up some choreography.

The first few minutes it worked, and she tried to keep up the best she could, but the feeling of the food moving in her stomach didn't really make her want to continue dancing.

So, she slowly backed out of the circle, tiptoeing toward the couch where Coach Ben was half-laying.

She plopped down beside him with a sigh of relief, glad that no one stopped her.

Coach Ben glanced at her, letting an amused smile appear on his face. "Tapping out already?"

"Yup. I'm old," she murmured dramatically, resting her head against the back of the couch.

He snorted. "You're seventeen."

"I've seen too much."

"You danced for like, five minutes."

"Well, I'm old inside." She closed her eyes.

The music played on for some more minutes, the others finally figuring out a choreography, and for a moment Daisy felt like she could just sit there and enjoy the music without dancing. But oh boy, she was wrong.

"Daisy!"

The girl in question cracked one eye open, finding Lottie in front—well, beside her— her hair a little frizzy from all the dancing.

"No," Daisy said immediately, shaking her head. "Please, no. Leave me alone; I'm tired." She whined.

Lottie ignored her, grabbing her hand. "Sorry. No can do." She grabbed both of her hands, forcing her to stand up.

Daisy looked over at the coach, silently pleading for a backup, but he just raised a hand, wiggling his fingers in a mocking wave with a grin on his face. "Byee. Good luck out there."

"Nooo," Daisy whined, dragging her feet like a kid forced to clean her room. "Traitors," she grumbled under her breath, noticing a few around her laughing.

As the blonde got pulled back into the circle, she unwillingly started dancing again, not so quickly synchronizing with Lottie's moves.

They danced together, side by side, and every now and then, Lottie's arm would brush against hers, making heat crawl up her cheeks, but the blonde tried to ignore it.

After a while, she found herself standing beside Javi. "Javi, come on!" she said encouragingly, reaching out to gently grab his arm.

She pushed him into the middle of the circle, grinning as he stumbled a little but then began doing some silly move that made the girls laugh and start copying him.

They kept on dancing when suddenly the music stopped playing.

"Nooo..." Daisy pouted, stopping her movements mid-step.

Van walked to the Walkman, grabbing it, and giving it a few smacks.

"What happened?" Jackie asked, arms crossed.

"I don't know," Van muttered. "Has hitting something ever fixed it?" She looked around.

"It normally works for my dad," Daisy said, walking over to stand next to her. "Especially for the TV."

"M-maybe try blowing on it?" Mari suggested, and Van did as she said, freezing as a loud creak was heard from the attic, almost like someone was walking.

"Uh... the fuck was that?" Jackie asked, eyes wide, head tilted toward the ceiling.

"You heard it, too?" Lottie asked, glancing around.

"It was probably just a branch," Tai said, arms crossed.

Daisy nodded, too quickly, trying to convince herself. "Yeah. Yeah, wind. Branches. It's probably nothing."

Mari squinted at the ceiling. "Inside, on the floor?"

Daisy's brows furrowed.

"What if it's...him?" Mari asked.

"What, the dead guy?" Shauna asked skeptically.

"Um... yeah." Mari looked from the ceiling to the floor again.

"You know what it probably was?" Natalie asked before continuing. "The dead guy's missing fingers trying to find their way home."

Daisy made a face as a few girls groaned and others laughed. "Really?" she muttered.

"You really have to encourage them?" Tai asked, rolling her eyes at Natalie.

"You gotta admit it didn't sound like it was on the roof," Akilah said, glancing up.

"Fine, then it was a rat or a raccoon or something," Jackie said, exasperated. "I don't know, it-"

"Shh!" Lottie interrupted. "Listen." Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling, an almost scared look on her face.

Daisy furrowed her brows at her expression before slowly looking up, her heart pounding. The group listened attentively to any sounds that were to come, but nothing came.

"Well, I don't hear it now," Mari admitted, shaking her head.

"See?" Tai asked a bit smugly, like she'd just been proven right.

Lottie's eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, her mouth a little parted in quiet disbelief. She scanned the room, watching as the others began to lose interest and move on. Confused, and maybe even a little hurt, she shook her head like she couldn't understand how no one else heard what she heard. Her eyes dropped, landing on Daisy, who was already looking at her with a worried and almost apologetic expression.

"All right, all right," Coach Ben said, trying to lighten the mood as he pushed himself up a bit straighter on the couch. "You know what I think it was? I think the ghost decided it was time to get some sleep. And we should probably do the same, yeah?"

A few girls let out relieved sighs, some grateful to drop the topic and let their minds rest for the night, already walking out of the room.

"Yeah, I don't know," Van says, holding up the Walkman with a mildly guilty expression.

"Yeah, I don't know," Van said, holding up the Walkman with an apologetic look on her face before putting it back into the bycket.

Daisy started to follow the others as they left the room, now seriously exhausted and with a weird feeling in her stomach from dancing too soon after eating.

She rubbed her arm, already half-tuned out and thinking about how good her blanket would feel around her. But then a firm grip on her wrist stopped her mid-step.

Daisy turned slowly at the gentle tug, her heart skipping in surprise as her eyes landed on Lottie's face.

The others had already left the corridor and slipped into their "beds", leaving the two girls alone. The only thing illuminating their faces and surroundings was candles, and the only sounds they could hear were the soft sounds of their friends' voices and the occasional creak of the old cabin.

Lottie's hand still didn't release her; instead, it slid down Daisy's arm with an excruciating slowness, her fingers brushed lightly over her skin until their hands met, slipping her fingers between hers.

Then—to Daisy's surprise—her thumb started to move in slow circles on the back of her hand, grounding her and, at the same time, somehow, making her heartbeat go crazy.

Her breath hitched, and she wasn't sure if it was from the touch or the look Lottie was giving her. It was intense, like she was trying to see right through her.

"You heard it too, didn't you?" Lottie asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The blonde hesitated, her eyes darting toward the ceiling, then back to Lottie's face. "The first time," she admitted. "Yeah, I heard something. But it was probably an animal or something."

Lottie's expression shifted slightly in relief, but shortly after her brows pulled together again.

"Do you...think I'm crazy?" Lottie asked quietly, her grip on her hand tightening just a little bit more, so much that she could feel her pulse.

Daisy blinked. "What? No, Lot. Of course not, why would you think that?" Daisy answered quickly, stepping closer without realizing it. "I just- I think you're tired—we all are. Maybe the second time it was just...your mind playing tricks."

For a moment, Lottie didn't respond. Her eyes locked on Daisy's, unreadable, her lips slightly parted like she was considering saying something more. Then, her gaze flicked down to Daisy's lips—it was just a second, but it was enough to make Daisy's stomach flip.

The blonde tried to ignore it, but the warmth from Lottie's hand—which felt like it was burning through her bones— and the way she was still looking at her made her feel dizzy.

Suddenly, Lottie broke the eye contact, looking away from her. "I don't want to feel like this," she murmured, barely audible.

Daisy tilted her head slightly, confused on what she was talking about. "Like what?"

Lottie didn't answer right away. Instead, she took a long breath in, then gently let go of Daisy's hand—but not before her fingers lingered at her wrist. Her gaze softened, but her voice trembled slightly when she spoke up again.

"Like I'm the only one who feels like something's not right. Like someone's watching."

"You're not alone, Lottie," she said softly, and now it was her turn to grab her hands. "Okay?"

Lottie gave her a small nod, but her mind and her eyes were set somewhere else. She looked down at their united hands, before her gaze landed back on her face. Her eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips, slower this time, more deliberate.

She leaned in, just a little, like she wasn't even aware she was doing it. One of her hands slipped from Daisy's grasp, falling lightly to her hip—right at the curve where the waistband of her pants sat.

Daisy's breath caught, and her eyes widened, frozen like a deer in headlights.

Lottie looked at her like she was about to say something—something important—but before she could, Daisy blurted out, "Goodnight," before turning around and practically running.

Lottie blinked, her hand dropping limply to her side. She looked...lost, confused.

When Daisy slipped into the room where the others were already sprawled out on their makeshift beds, she headed straight for Van's spot, plopping down beside her with a thud, her heart still racing.

Van looked up from adjusting her blanket and blinked at her. "Geez, are you okay?" she asked, laughing lightly.

"Yeah, absolutely. Why would you think I'm not?" Daisy replied too quickly, looking at her with still wide eyes.

Van raised a brow. "Oookay..."

She opened her mouth to say something else, but then Lottie entered the room.

She looked like a kicked puppy. Her arms were folded tight across her chest, head down, and she avoided everyone's eyes as she slowly approached her usual sleeping spot in silence. Van watched her, then glanced back at Daisy, putting two and two together almost instantly.

A slow smirk tugged at her lips.

"What?" Daisy asked, brows furrowing.

"I didn't say anything," Van said innocently, raising both hands in mock surrender.

Daisy huffed and rolled onto her side with a groan, pulling the blanket up to her chin like it could hide her from Van's teasing look, or worse—from the memory of Lottie.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Surely sleep wasn't coming anytime soon.

2021

NATALIE SIGHED. "Jesus, Misty. Please don't stalk her."

"It's not stalking," Misty said cheerfully. "It's... tactical recon. I'm just making sure she's safe."

"From who?"

Misty didn't answer, her eyes glued to the screen. Her face lit up as she clicked on something on her computer. "There she is. Desirée Mattison. Still in New Jersey. Married and has a daughter."

Natalie leaned forward slightly. "Well, look at her. All grown up and rich."

Misty kept scrolling. "Yup, and her husband, Richard Mattison—what a basic name...whatever, he's a cop." She scrunched up her nose in disgust. "Ew. He gives me mall security energy."

"Wait. He kinda looks like Lottie."

"...That's weirdly true," Misty tilted her head.

Natalie squinted at the screen. "I mean, not exactly like her, but enough that it's... unsettling."

"Like if Lottie did a really bad undercover disguise," Misty added with a snort.

She kept on scrolling with a hum. "Anyway, no social media for Daisy, which is...not surprsing. But she's listed on property records, so they own their home. Hmm, nice neighborhood. Two floors, a backyard, and probably a grill she never uses. Also, Richard's got some weird comments on local forums..."

"You gonna find her blood type next?" Natalie said dryly, lighting a cigarette.

"Already did," Misty replied. "O-negative. She's a universal donor!"

Natalie groaned, puffing smoke toward the ceiling. "Of course you know that."

"And ta-da!" Misty clicked one last time. "Found a cellphone that's probably hers. The number's registered to the address, but not to his name, and it was activated years ago under her maiden name. That's our girl."

"You're terrifying," Natalie said, though she didn't sound especially surprised.

"I'm helpful," Misty corrected, already reaching for her phone.

"Wait, you're calling her now?"

Misty was already dialing the number. "Why wait? We don't know how much time we have. What if the postcard sender's already watching her?"

Natalie opened her mouth to say something, but when the phone started ringing, she closed it.

"Hello?"

"Hi! Is this Desirée Mattison?" Misty asked in a cheerful tone.

A few seconds of silence could be heard from the other line before she spoke up again. "Uhh...yes. Who's this?"

"It's Misty. Misty Quigley."

"...Misty? Wow. Hi. I didn't expect to hear from you."

Misty smiled, "I wasn't sure if this was still your number," she lied. "but you know me, I'm resourceful."

Daisy let out a small, breathy laugh. "Yeah, it's been... a long time."

"Too long," Misty agreed. "You sound good. How are you?"

"I'm... I'm okay," Daisy said hesitantly. "Just...busy with my daughter."

"I bet," Misty said gently. "Listen, I won't keep you long," she continued. "But I wanted to ask you something...kind of important. Did you get anything recently? Like a letter. A postcard. No return address."

The line went quiet.

Daisy's breath hitched just slightly. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Because Natalie and I got one," Misty said. "The symbol was on it. You know the one."

A shifting sound could be heard, like Daisy had moved or stood up. "Uhm, my daughter is calling me, sorry. I'll talk to you later, bye!"

Misty didn't even have time to protest as the line quickly went dead. "Huh, unbelievable." She shook her head as she stared at the phone.

"Did she just hang up on you?" Natalie asked, raising an eyebrow

Misty blinked, slowly lowering her phone like it had betrayed her. "She did. Who does that? I was being nice."

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"Hey, Van. You'll never believe who just called me."

author's note⭑.ᐟ What do you guys think about Daisy? (More specifically about adult Daisy.) Any ideas on what will happen to her in the future? (Trying to sneakily gather ideas btw.)

ALSO what animal do you think Daisy would be? I took a test trying to give answers like Daisy would and I got a cottontail (which is honestly quite accurate) but I also thought that maybe she could be like a deer or a lamb (I'm asking cause I'm trying to make a Tumblr post, but I can't decide😭😭)

I wish there was an emoji that bangs its head against a wall tbh.

I ALSO GOT ANOTHER QUESTION THAT HAS BEEN BUGGING ME FOR DAYS NOW.

If I were to write another fic what would you guys prefer? (I'm not gonna write it while I'm still writing this one because I would probably put one aside to continue writing the other one but yeah I'm just asking for the future yk).

Anyway, number 1 is a the last of us fanfic (don't know if Ellie or Abby as a love interest) maybe it could have like two different main oc's 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Number 2. A Natalie Scatorccio Spider-(wo)man fic. (That would be hard as hell since I'd have to make the whole plot up tbh😭)

ORR NUMBER THREE which is a Robin Buckley fic. I already had the whole plot and shit planned before even starting to write this book, because I was supposed to write that one first. (Jackie is the face claim and she's a cheerleader. PLUS it was supposed to be like a strangers to friends to strangers/enemies again then friends to lovers. Damn, that was long 😭).

ANYWAY THANK YOU SMM FOR ALL THE NICE COMMENTS THAT I GOT ON THE LAST CHAPTERR (on wp) (comments make me so happy I swear😭💕)

[spenceragnewfics]

I'M SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS!!!!!! I'll be so hyped for whatever you write!

Maybe a frisky 18+ Fic of the reader being so into Spencer wearing that choker at Erin's party (I hope you know what im talking about lol) that they hit on him for the first time. And they end up going home together.

AHH! I know exactly what you're talking about and honestly I was hoping someone had written something about it but hey, I'm okay with doing it!

CHOKE ME | Spencer Agnew x Reader | 18+ MINORS DNI

I did my best to make this GN because I didn't know if you wanted that for F!reader.

TW: Smut, choking, allusion to alcohol, oral, the usual smut stuff

Word count: 2.5k

Description: Y/N is Erin's roommate and best friend since forever. Having grown close to the Smosh crew because of her friendship with Erin, they've grown a crush on a certain director of gaming. Now at Erin's birthday party a certain accessory sets everything into motion.

The music in the club was bumping as Y/N took a sip of their drink. Usually they don’t go out and party but it was one of their best friend and roommate’s, Erin Dougal’s birthday to be exact. The two have known each other for years and despite being opposites with certain things, they are close like siblings.

The theme of Erin’s party was emo, a look Y/N doesn’t do often but had the perfect all black outfit for that made them look irresistible. An unexpected addition to the outfit was a little victorian choker on their neck. Erin had made several for all her friends to wear as a silly joke, everyone played into it perfectly.

The club was full of people but it was mostly Smosh cast and crew. Which is where Y/N currently was, hanging out with Angela, Chanse, and the birthday girl herself, dancing along to the Doja Cat song playing. While Y/N didn’t work at Smosh, they did know a lot of the cast and crew as they visited Erin a lot and well the two are roommates so it’s just how things fall.

The four are singing along to the song and dancing close together until Erin gently places her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Come with me to get another drink!” She yells close to their ear so they can hear over the music. They nod and the two go over to the bar together, as they walk away from the dance floor the music gets softer which makes it easier for them to talk.

“So, how’s your birthday so far, lovely?” Y/N asks, wrapping her arm around Erin’s. “It’s been amazing so far! Thank you so much for coming out, I know this isn’t really your thing but I’m so glad you’re here.” The birthday girl is obviously drunk with how her words and movement is but the sentiment is real.

“Of course, anything for you Dougie.” Erin groans at the nickname as the two get to the bar. She orders a drink while Y/N continues to sip on their’s. Their eyes start to look around and take in the atmosphere of the bar. The area where you get your drink and hang out is very fancy and regal which transforms into a very interesting dance floor area that matches everything else but still seems a little weird.

Taking a moment to themself, Y/N takes a deep breath then sips their drink, “Holy fuck! Spencer!” Erin yells excitedly which makes Y/N spit out their drink. ‘Spencer’s here?! Erin said he couldn’t make it!’ They think to themself as their eyes move over to where Erin is…or…well…was. Now the girl is running over and hopping into Spencer’s arms.

After a moment Erin walks back over with Spencer following behind her. “Y/N/N, sorry, didn’t mean to run off but Spencer is here.” Y/N waves, “Hey, Spence. Glad you could make it.” He smiles at them as he walks over, “Yeah, I wouldn’t miss this. Erin always knows how to throw a ranger.” He says before turning to order a drink.

“Oh, Spencer! You need one of these!” Erin pulls out one of the chokers that everyone is wearing. “What is this?” Spencer asks, chuckling as he looks at the item in his hand. “It’s a choker with one of my thirst traps on it. It’s part of the party requirement. Y/N you should help him put it on.” Erin says, winking at them before walking off. 

Erin knew of Y/N’s feelings for Spencer. It was pretty obvious from the first time the two met plus Erin knew that Spence was their type. She’s been trying for a while to get the two of them together but there has never really been a good time for them to just talk and get to know each other until tonight. Erin had planned for this to be the kickstart of their relationship and later tell her plan at their future wedding.

“Do you…” Y/N starts pointing to the choker in his hand. “If you don’t mind, I’ve never worn one of these things.” He says chuckling. Y/N nods and takes the choker then walks behind him. Their fingers work quickly to tie the choker but not too tight, “That okay?” He nods and they back around.

“How do I look? Like an idiot?” Spencer asks, grabbing his drink that the bartender gives him. He doesn’t notice the way Y/N is looking at him, the choker making him look even hotter than normal and that is something they never thought could happen.

“No, no, you look…you look good.” Y/N says, trying to hide the nervousness in their voice. They take a big sip of their drink as Spencer smiles at them, “Should we go find everyone? Or are you okay with just staying here?” He asks, walking over to them. “Well I was dancing not too long ago, so if you want to come and watch that or even join the group then that would be fun.”

He chuckles and nods his head, the two chit chat as they walk into the dancing area of the club. Y/N shows him the table where Erica, Kiana, and Peter were sitting. Setting their drinks down, the two of them walk onto the dance floor and join the others already there.

Y/N dances with their friends and drinks throughout the night. Unknowingly, they end up dancing against someone. Turning around, they see that the person they’re dancing with is Spencer. Usually, this would freak them out but the drinks throughout the night have given them confidence. They’re not even tipsy, just calm and have some liquid confidence in their system.

They lean into him and he puts his hands on their hips. Putting their hands on his shoulders, they lean up to his ear “You look really hot in that choker.” He looks at them shocked as they continue to dance to the beat. “Are you serious?” He asks and they laugh, “Come on, Spence. How can you not know how hot you are?” They ask, their eyes connecting.

“No one ever really says that. I didn’t know you felt like that.” He says in their ear. “You really can be oblivious sometimes.” They chuckles and looks down at his lips. Looking back up, they raise an eyebrow and he nods. Cupping his face, they pull him down to their lips and it’s like magnets.

Starting slowly, their lips move gently together as he moves his hands to their waist to pull them closer. The kiss quickly turns more passionate as Y/N bites gently onto Spencer’s bottom lip. A groan comes from his throat that makes them even more excited.

Y/N pulls back, smirking as they see Spencer pout a little. “I would love to do this here but I’d rather go somewhere more private.” He smirks, “My place?” he asks and they nod. The two don’t say anything to the group as they quickly walk off the dance floor and to the exit.

The car ride to Spencer’s place is full of tension. His hand is on their thigh squeezing every few moments as they play with his fingers. No words are really said as his car speeds through the streets getting closer to his apartment with each passing moment.

Once the car pulls into the building, Spencer parks and opens the door for Y/N before leading them to his apartment. As the door closes he pins them to the door, his lips attach to theirs. Y/N’s hand finds placement in his hair and runs through his curly hair. They gently pull, earning a moan from Spencer. 

“Mmm, someone likes that.” They mutter against his lips before attaching them again. Spencer places his knee between their legs as he moves his lips down their neck. The scruff of his beard and his soft lips on their sensitive neck is more than enough for Y/N to softly moan his name as he works on their neck. The sound encourages him as he smirks against their neck.

His hands grip the edge of their shirt before leaning back, “Are you sure you want to do this? Are you fully here?” He asks, knowing they drank but just not how much. Y/N’s index finger wraps the velvet of the choker still on his neck and uses it as leverage to pull him closer to their face.

“I am absolutely sure and am very here.” They say, their voice soft as they look into his beautiful dark blue ones. That’s all Spencer needs as he slides his hands under their shirt. The shirt moves with his hands, exposing their chest and Spencer sighs dreamily when he sees it.

Y/N gasps as he suddenly starts to kiss their collarbone and moves down, each kiss moving to more and more sensitive areas that lights their body even hotter. “Spence, please, don’t tease me.” They whine as he gets on his knees. Eye level with their stomach, his eyes move up to stare into Y/N’s as he kisses their stomach gently with small nibbles between every few kisses.

They pull the shirt over their head then put a hand back in his hair. His mouth and hands continue to move down as he slowly pulls off their pants. His warm lips kissing their hips and pelvic bone as it moves lower to the place where they desire him most.

Kicking the pants off, he grabs a leg and puts it on his shoulder as he kisses their inner thigh. The scratch of his beard and his lips starts to make their brain fuzzy. It’s been a long time since someone actually took time to make them feel good and so their body is reacting like it’s the first time.

Pulling their underwear down, he licks a long stripe up as Y/N grips his hair and their head leans back against the door. His lips and tongue work wonders on them as moans, groans, and whimpers escape Y/N. The normally quiet person has thrown that all out the window as they enjoy themself. Feeling safe and cared for is something that they knew would happen with Spencer if this ever happened but it’s even better then they ever imagined.

Looking down, they moan his name as their eyes lock onto his. “God, fuck, how are you this good.” They whine as their hand grips his hair again. This encourages him to keep going as their sweet sounds are all he needs to keep going.

Y/N feels a knot in their stomach as Spencer continues to work magic on them with his mouth. “Please, don’t stop, oh fuck. I’m gonna come.” They moan as the feeling approaches faster and faster. He doesn’t stop but actually speeds up as they wrap their thighs around his head, slightly suffocating him but he’s loving every second.

They scream his name as the feeling bursts, their legs are shaking as the high fills them and Spencer starts to clean every drop. Once he’s done, he stands up and takes off his pants. Already hard and at attention.

“Wait, don’t you want me to-”

“No, tonight is about you. We can do that later.” He assures as he guides them to the couch. He sits down and Y/N straddles his thighs. Licking their hand, they stroke his cock to lubricate before sitting down on it.

Despite all his small dick jokes, Spencer is a pretty good size and girthy. The stretch is a bit much but also so welcomed. “Holy fuck, you’re taking me so well.” He groans, his hands on their hips. It takes Y/N a bit to take him fully but once they do, it’s a feeling like never before.

It’s like it was perfect, not too much and not too little. The two stay like that for a moment, letting Y/N adjust before they start to move up and down. Leaning down, they connect their lips onto Spencer’s as they continue to ride him. 

The two fight for dominance in the kiss as Y/N’s hips continue at a good pace. Spencer grips their hip and starts to slam into them and their lips disconnect. Y/N leans their forehead against his as they moan his name out. “Fuck, Spencer, don’t stop.”

The room is filled with skin slapping and moans, the passion is pulsing between the two of them. Y/N opens their eyes, seeing the choker still around Spencer’s neck, they slide a hand to his neck. Feeling the hand at his throat, he looks at them and nods then feels his body get hot at the lack of oxygen. “Fuck, I love the choker but seeing someone else on it instead of me is very disappointing.” They moan, continuing to choke for just a bit longer. 

Once their hand is off his neck, he flips them over to where Y/N is laying on the couch and he’s on top as his thrust continues their pace. They wrap their legs around his waist to pull him closer and their nails scratch down his back. The feeling of him inside is making their brain fuzzy as the pleasure continues to build.

“I wouldn’t mind having your picture around my neck. You just need to give me it.” He groans, his pace never wavering. This is shocking to Y/N because they didn’t think he would have so much stamina but aren’t complaining. Reaching between them, Spencer starts to rub and it increases Y/N’s pleasure.

It doesn’t take too long for both of them to get close to their apex. “Spence, I’m gonna cum.” Y/N says as their legs tighten even more around him. “Me too, where do you want me to…” He asks, but it trails off as he moans from the tightening felt around him,

“Inside me, It’ll be okay.” They assure as the peak feels closer and closer. “Cum with me, please.” He begs as his thrusts get sloppy. A moment later, they both cum. Sounds of pleasure are loud and resounding as the two enjoy the feeling of their high.

Once the fuzziness clears, Y/N blinks rapidly to bring themself back to earth. Spencer is still on top but his head is laying on their chest as he catches his breath. Y/N runs a hand through his hair with a soft smile, “That was amazing, Spencer.” Their voice is soft and slightly hoarse from the activities that have concluded.

He looks up and smiles back when he sees their face, “It was, and definitely something I want to do again.” He says and caresses their thigh. “I would also love to take you out sometime.” That makes them laugh, “I would love that too, and…” They gently untie the choker and throw it across the room. “To see you without that on until I can make it better.” he chuckles and kisses their thigh before moving up and kissing them softly.

The two stay in that position all night. Cuddled together as they talk before slowly falling asleep on the couch.

[definitelynothim-notalex]

Hey girlie ☺️ wasn't for sure if your requests were still open?! But if they are I have an idea?! You can make it a one shot or multiple chapters. I'm down for anything with our favorite vampires.

So the boys are trying to get Micheal to turn and he's being difficult, obviously. Well what if in retaliation they start to harass, stalk or kidnap his little sister. And it just turns out to be a smutty mess 😅🥵

She's the middle child (18+ obvi) curvy tall dark tan. Maybe she's also a virgin?

I'll leave all the good details to your imagination can't wait 😇

Imma keep it a buck with you.. I lowkey dont actually know how to write this ngl. HOWEVER i think I have read something like this before? I don't remember who posted it tho :[

But uhh..I mean aye Imma give u smth instead of fucking nothing soo here ya go:

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Reader in a sexy bunny suit pretending to be a waiter for the boys (+ Michael) headcanons:

- You sneak off one night, disappearing from the cave while the guys are hyping each other up for some dumb prank on the boardwalk.

- When you reappear — decked out in a tight, velvet bunny suit, fishnets, heels, fluffy tail, and little ears — carrying a tray of drinks, the room goes dead silent.

- David’s jaw clenches, eyes dark and sharp as a knife, that slow smirk curling on his lips.

“You better be ready to finish what you just started, sweetheart.”

- Paul lets out the loudest, most unholy wolf whistle you’ve ever heard, literally falling back onto the couch.

“Holy sh** — can we keep her like this forever?”

- Marko grins like the troublemaker he is, immediately pulling out a dollar bill.

“How much for a private dance, bunny girl?”

- Dwayne stays quiet, but his gaze is fixed on you like a predator who’s just found his favorite meal. His lips twitch at the corners, and you swear his pupils dilate a little when you purposely drop a drink in his lap just to bend over and pick it up.

- Michael — poor, poor Michael — looks like he’s short-circuiting. He’s trying *so hard* not to stare, but his face is redder than a damn stop sign and Paul is already elbowing him.

“Hey Mikey, don’t be shy. Bunny service comes with the membership.”

- You strut around the cave, leaning down to serve each of them with a teasing smile, letting your hand brush David’s thigh, letting Marko sneak a playful swat at your tail, and making Dwayne almost growl when you linger a little too long at his side.

- David’s hand eventually snakes around your waist, pulling you down into his lap.

“Show’s over, boys. This one’s mine now.”

- Cue the other three groaning and Paul fake-pouting.

“Aw c’mon, share the bunny!”

- Michael awkwardly excuses himself for “air” while Marko cackles, teasing him the whole way out.

- You manage to escape for about five seconds before David catches you by the hips and throws you over his shoulder, declaring you “official property of the Lost Boys” for the night.

- Moral of the story: you better be prepared to deal with a very clingy, possessive vampire gang who now want you to wear that damn bunny suit every week.

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[fandomtherapy44]

Trick or Treat Dean x reader Oneshot! Pt2

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: SMUT, language

Summary: Y/n and Dean finally get to have a treat.

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WC: 2,401

AN/ So this is like a second part to my Congrats you're a Dad fic with Dean, but you don't have to read that to fully understand this one. This was supposed to be posted on Halloween, but life got in the way, so let's just pretend that it is okay! Also, if you like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I have a Spike x reader with smut if you're interested!

I blink my eyes open to sunlight peeking through our curtains and shining on our feet. The air is cold and crisp due it being October, and I want just to ignore the world and cuddle myself deeper in the heap of blankets we have on our bed. But sadly, the world demands our attention, well, more like our daughter needs it. I knew Bella would be awake soon her being now seven and having all the energy in the world, man I never thought I would be jealous of my kid. And my boyfriend the father of our daughter Dean Winchester is just softly snoring away. 

And I couldn't blame him he has been working a lot for us, both of us were to just afford a bigger place. I softly kiss his nose get out of my bed and grab my robe. I walk to the kitchen to get breakfast ready. I start the coffee and get the pancake mix out I’ve been making new spooky designs for Bella every day, its a pain in the ass to do it but worth it to see her face light up every morning plus it’s a lot easier to get her up for school. I start to make the food pour my coffee turn on a hype playlist on my phone to try to wake myself up.

“Hey, baby,” Dean said in his early gruff morning voice coming into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around me from the back.

“Good morning sleep well?” I responded loving the feeling his arms brought an extra warming to my body.

“Yeah, I did, what is that a witch?” He asked referring to the monstrous creation I have in the pan, no pun needed.

“No, I was going for candy corn.” I slumped my shoulders pout and I could feel his body chuckle at that.

“Aww sweetheart you know Bella loves anything you make for her.” He comforted me.

“But it’s supposed to be-” Before I could get in one of my little overthinking rants Dean started kissing my neck.

“Dean, what are you doing? You know Bella has to be up in fifteen minutes.” I sighed trying not to get swept up in his presence. Which is impossible.

“I am trying to remind you that no matter what you are an amazing mother to our little girl and that you deserve a little treat.” He breathes in my scent and reaches forward to turn off the stove. He starts to kiss my neck and finds my pulse and sucks down on it like he was a vampire.

“Mhh Dean.” I moaned.

“All for you.” Then his hand slips through my robe and to my shorts.

“I love these on you so easy to…” His fingers find their way to my panties and lightly tease my slit. The fingers getting slick on them almost embarrassingly.

“To go in.” I start to move with him and grind up on him a little like a dance. I can feel him getting hard. He moves his shaft against me.

“You…are…playing…with…fire…buddy.” I stated with bated breath.

“Always have.” He then slips in.

“Ah fuck Dean!” Fingers start to pump in gently.

“That’s it just let go.” I'm already close, it’s been a while since we could have a fun time.

“Mommy?” Shit! Fuck!

Dean quickly removes his fingers and goes to wash his hands while I try to compose myself.

“Good morning Princess, did you sleep well?” I asked as I placed her pancakes on the table kissed her head and tried to forget the last ten minutes.

“Uh-huh! Good morning Mr.Dean!” She exclaimed excitedly eating her pancakes with glee.

“Good morning Pumkin!” He adored her back with her nickname. We still have not told her that he was her Dad we really want her to get comfortable and she is.

“Mommy we still have to get my costume.” Our little seven-year-old demanded.

I laugh, and so does Dean, and we sit down, too. “Well, how about this: How does Mr.Dean take you to get one, huh?” Her little eyes light up like Christmas lights.

“Really! Yay! Thank you, Mr.Dean.” She runs to hug him and then to get ready.

He turns to me with a little panic running through him. “I’m going take her? Not that I don’t want to it’s just it will be like a real bonding thing do you think she’s ready or me?” My heart leaps with joy at his shyness and happiness.

“You are ready, plus if you’re going to stay around there is going to be a lot of bonding experiences.” Before I know it he pulls me to his lap.

“Hey I am here to stay and I’m going to rock the socks off of this bonding experience.” He gave me his signature smile and I leaned in to kiss him. We start to drift into what we were doing before and I pull away.

“Mhh baby you're giving me blue balls here.” He gripped my hips.

“Sorry, but we both have work and you still have to drop off Bells at school, maybe later okay?” I get up to get ready. “I lo-” I stop myself. “I hope you have a good day.” I smile and ignore the almost confession I committed. 

It’s Halloween and I’m rushing to get ready in my costume. 

“Babe you almost ready Bella is pulling on my-” he stops dead in his tracks seeing me.

“Wow just wow.” Scanning me up and down in my Poison Ivy costume he was Batman and Bella was Robin.

“You just trying to torture me aren’t you?” He asked in a low sexy voice getting his hands on me.

“Maybe?” I innocently asked knowing what I was doing.

“Oh, are you really trying to play coy right now?” He gripped harder on my hips.

“Why don’t you find out Mr. Wayne?” I whispered and nipped his earlobe.

“I am going to have you all tied up with your own-” He gets interrupted by our adorable daughter.

“Batman! There are criminals out stealing candy we must stop them!” She pronounced it like a real superhero.

“We are coming, Robin!” He called out. He turns back to me.“We just got blocked again by our own kid what is this world coming to?” He practically whined.

“Sorry, Mr.Wayne.” I kiss his cheek grab my cape and leave with blue balls… again.

We walk hand and hand while watching Bella run down the sidewalk shouting “Criminals beware!” Yes, it is the cutest thing ever. Between the orange twinkle lights and fake monsters on the lawns, little kids running around having fun, and the man I am starting to love it felt like a dream. A dream I never thought I would get.

“Hey, Ivy what's passing through that pretty head of yours?” My Batman asked. I hug his arm tightly.

“Just I think this is the best Halloween Bella and I have ever had.” I kissed his shoulder.

He squeezes my hand in agreement. “Me too, but there was this one year where I got to fight this animatronic that is a horror movie icon!-” He sees my face of confusion and just stops. “Yeah, me too.” 

We get home after an hour of Bella yelling about criminals and yes people did look at us a little weirdly. We walk up and Sam and Eileen are waiting on our porch. “Hey guys, sorry but we weren't expecting you.” I hug them both. 

“Actually I was,” Dean responded to my surprise.

“You were?”

“I was thinking while Bella has a super fun sleepover with her Uncle and Aunt we can have our own “super fun sleepover”.” I got what he was putting down and I loved the idea. I bend down to Bella.

“Sweetie would you want to-” 

“Yes, Mommy! Love you goodnight!” She hugs me quickly and runs to her uncle. I signed thank you to Eileen and she signed back you're welcome and have fun.

“Dean you planned this?” I put my arms around his neck.

“Well what I said earlier is true you do deserve a treat.” 

“Well, Mr.Wayne show me to your bedroom.” He picks me up bridal style and takes me to our bedroom.

SMUT 18+ Below cut....

He brings me in and places me on the bed. The room is dark, and a candle is burning, giving off the scent of chocolate and sweet berries in the air.

“Oh, you don’t know how long I've been waiting baby.” He starts to kiss down my neck. Paying special attention to my sweet spot.

“Why don’t you show me?” I raised my eyebrow being bratty. I knew what I was doing and I was good at it. That’s how we met in the first place I may have “accidentally” bent down in front of him at the diner.

“Oh, I will.” He gropes all down on me like he’s never touched a woman before. His fingers linger and drag down my most sensitive areas. Knowing what he was doing.

“Babe? Babe!” I giggled. “We have time now slow down I want to enjoy my Batman.” I spread my hands down his chest. Felling his toned muscles through his costume hell he probably could be Batman. They tensed under my fingers.

“I know it’s just that I miss my Ivy in bed waiting for me.” He nibbles on my neck. Sucking hickies in the deep nape of my neck.

“Me too but we have all night and tomorrow morning so I’m thinking maybe five rounds?” I pronounce confidently. Letting him really get into it. He was now licking those sore spots.

His eyes light up. “You really think we can do five?”

I pull him down by his cape. “You're right let’s do ten,” I smirk. Like I said it has been a while.

“Oh, I like what you're thinking!”

I slowly pull off my costume to reveal my green matching sexy lingerie. I run my hands over my body to tease him.

“Oh my, I think I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“That you are Mr.Winchester.” He climbs on top of me and we start to make out. His tongue slips to meet mine and we start a beautiful rhythm. Like we had a hundred times before.

“Mhh Dean.” His hand goes to my pussy. Fingers go straight in. Really, sloshing in.

“So wet already huh?” The fingers pump in but then move more quickly. My body reacted and involuntarily jumped up. His hand steadied me on my hip. It was so sexy that my body shook from excitement.

“Yes yes!” He makes rings around my walls. He makes patterns in me. Rubbing up and down before I know it I’m cuming.

“Shit, I guess it has been a while.” I chuckle. “You're turn Bats.”

I push him to the bed and get on top of him.

“You want slow or fast?” 

“Slow.” 

I pull his pants down and bend to pull his underwear down with my teeth and his shaft springs forward. I start with tiny kitten licks and go up and down mainly focusing on the head. My tongue circled the top like a lollipop. The flavor being sweet and salty. 

“Mhh that’s it Baby you're doing great.” He sighs in deep pleasure.

At that compliant my pussy gets wet again I guess I have a praise kink.

I then suck deeply. And bop my head up and down making sure to get all of it. I then add my hand to it. And I pump the parts I can.

“Ah fuck!” I can tell he’s getting close. I don’t pull off and he comes in my mouth.

“I will never get tired of that.” He smiles happily.

“Thank you, now should we get to the main event of the evening?” I raise my eyebrows up and down.

“Yes, we should.” He goes to pull off the rest of the costume but I stop him. “Wait I've always wanted to do it with Batman.”

“Oh you dirty girl, okay your wish is my command.” He pulls me to him and slides up his shaft to meet my slit.

“Okay, are you ready?” I nod yes.

He slips in very easily.

“Oh that is…”

“Amazing” I finish.

He starts to move at a careful but intentional pace his strokes in me making music with my body. His shaft was hard as a rock making it juts up like it was a ship hitting the shore but in the best way possible. He held me up in a way I would feel every thrust.

“Ohh Dean…” I groaned out. He is fucking sex on legs littery and physically.

“Y/n… fuck…so…good!” He could feel my walls clench around his dick hard he kept pounding and sweat started to pour from both of us making the slick a lot more slideable. 

I grab the sheets in a tight grip to remind myself I wasn’t in heaven even though I felt was pretty close. One of his hands goes up to my nipple to rub it in small circles. His thumb moves over the texture of it and my whole body is in full on stimulation. I moved up my hand to his bicep and his skin was hot. We were both meeting each other in the middle of the thrusts. We were both getting close.

“Dean..” I was breathless.

“Yeah I gotcha Baby okay ready.” I nod yes.

He slows down his thrusts to make sure we can fully chase and enjoy the high. His hand that was on my chest goes to my clit. He makes tiny pets at it.

“Three…Two…One!” Both our bodies exploded together.

He pulls out and flops down next to me in exhaustion. 

“Baby we needed that.” he pulled me in under his arm.

“Definitely, so ready for the next round.” I reached up and brought his face to meet mine.

“Ohh give me like thirty minutes to recuperate I’m not twenty anymore.” I smile at that and give him a sweet kiss truly appreciating that he is here and getting older. Because with his old job, he could of very easily of ended at twenty.

“Dean thank you for my treat best one I’ve ever gotten.” I cuddle in deeper and think “I am so in love with Dean Winchester.”

Thank you for reading! And remember to vote! Also, if you like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I have a Spike x reader with smut if you're interested!

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pairing: vinnie hacker x reader

summary: vinnie cheated on his girlfriend and after months he notice he messed up, after months of party one night he calls her

warnings: swearing, drugs, alcohol, angst, cheater vinnie again hehe, maybe implicit smut lol, this one is going to be long so grab some snacks

notes: so yeah, jumpscare i’m latina and i really like corridos lol, yesterday i heard this song and many ideas came to my head after a month of having zero creativity lol

vinnie has always been a fuck boy in all his glory, he didn't like tying himself to some girl, but y/n was not just some girl, she was one of the biggest influencers on tiktok, she was charli damelio's best friend so with that she had same followers, partnership and they always attended to the same parties, and vinnie knew that, he followed her since he first saw her on one of charli's tiktoks, there she was dancing along and vinnie felt like he was fucked, bc, c'mon an undeniable fuckboy in love? that was a sick joke

after a month or two after vinnie first saw y/n's tiktok profile he was at a party with his friends at the hype house, vinnie could imagine that y/n was going to be there with charli so he did the best he could to not think about that pretty black haired girl so he kissed the first girl that he saw when he walked into the mansion, two hours passed, two hours where vinnie's tongue was exploring the blonde girls mouth that tasted like cheap liquor and weed

"yo, vinnie, come here" noah beck screamed a few feets away from him, vinnie, against the blonde girl complaints vinnie started walking towards his friend "vinnie, i want to introduce you to someone" noah signalled the trio next to him, there she was, y/n y/l/n, in all of her glory, she was wearing a wine red tight mini dress that accentuated her figure perfectly she had black high platforms that made her taller but not taller than vinnie "this is y/n, and you already know charli and dixie" he said, vinnie nodded and take a step closer towards y/n he could notice how long her hair was, it was 1 inche lower than her ass and vinnie gulped harshly at the sight

"hey, boy. my eyes are up here" y/n said pointing at her black eyes, vinnie smirked "you have something on your face, vincent" the black haired girl walked past vinnie and like a lost puppy he followed her, that night was the first time vinnie and y/n hooked up, that day vinnie hacker discovered his favourite drug, y/n's mouth and body

vinnie was welled known by his friends for having avoidant attachment, so when he started to fall in love with y/n he panicked, he didn´t know what to do he wanted to run away, to ghost the black haired girl, he simply wanted to stop the roller coaster that was happening on his heart 

"what the fuck are you saying" tara, his best friend asked with a mad tone

"i need to get away from that girl, she's driving me insane" he answered simply while playing

"you're telling me that you want to get away from y/n? the only girl that ever won your heart? the same girl that has the strongest face card i've ever seen? you are fucking insane, vincent. and if you do that i'm gonna made her MY girlfriend" when tara started talking vinnie got up from his chair harshly "or not"

"i have to get away from her before she broke my heart, tara" vinnie screamed, tara scoffed 

"if you do this, you are going to break her heart. and if you do that vinnie, i will fucking kill you" after saying that, tara walked towards the exit of vinnie's room, and when she opened it she found vinnie, she looked at tara frowning "i will fucking kill your boyfriend" when vinnie heard that he got up from his chair instantly and walked towards the girl of his dreams, tara got out of the room and y/n closed the door behind her

"she's mad" y/n said before hugging vinnie "i missed you, vin" she said, vinnie hummed in response, he closed his eyes inhaling her smell, that dark cherry smell that he loved "are you okay, baby?" she said moving away from her boy

"i just missed you" liar, he was debating in his head if he should just break up with her at that moment but that wasn't enough, he needed to get her away from him before he got hurt

the day everything ended y/n woke up with a bad feeling on her stomach, that day she was going to a party with her boyfriend and some of his friends

"what's wrong, y/n?" noah asked, noah was like y/n's brother so they were almost always together

"i just have a bad feeling with vin" she said with a sad tone "i just feel like something really bad is going to happen today" noah grabbed her by her shoulders

"no, y/n. don't worry, vinnie loves you and it's madly in love with you" noah said, y/n nodded with tears falling from her face, the door of her room opened and vinnie was there looking as good as always, he frowned when he saw the tears streaming down his girlfriend face, he walked almost run towards her

"what's wrong baby?" he asked with a worried look, this type of behaviour was the thing that scared the shit out of vinnie, he fell on edge, he fell like in any moment y/n was going to cheat on him, to broke his heart, to make him miserable so the only "smart" idea he had was doing the things he felt y/n was going to do

they arrived to the party and y/n felt uneasy, she didn't want to left vinnie's side and the only thing that she wanted was just return to her house and cuddle with vinnie, but she didn't want to mess vinnie's party so she swallow her fear and put a fake smile on her face

y/n lost vinnie in the crowd, she could feel herself on the verge of a panick attack, she walked towards the upstairs of the house and felt her heart on her ears, she could feel her face touring her head, she saw the last door on the hallway and she pleaded that it was the bathroom

when she opened the door she felt her stomach sink, she stopped hearing everything and her heart stopped beating, there it was, her boyfriend, the fucking "love of her life" almost fucking a girl

"what the fuck?" what was left vinnie's lips before turning and he almost faints when he saw the broken heart look of y/n, and he notices he fucked it up, y/n closed the door with strenght and run towards noah, praying that vinnie wasnt behind her

one month later...

y/n was still hurt, she could never stop thinking about vinnie, her heart felt hurt, she would never forget what she saw, what she felt, what she thought of herself, she would never forget that breathtaking pain on her chest, noah knew that and noah was worried and so pissed with vinnie, he wanted to beat the shit out of him, to hit him until he felt numb, noah wanted vinnie to feel the same amount of physical pain he made y/n went through but emotionally

"noah, it hurts so much" y/n said sobbing, charli was comforting her rubbing her back, the two friend were worried, y/n was crying so much they thought she would dry herself out

"i know, y/n. but you have to be strong" noah said cupping y/n's face with both his hands

"let's go out, babe. that'll make you feel better" charli said, y/n turned to her friend, puffy eyes, red cheeks and nose, her face was soaking wet with her tears "i'll plan an outfit, we will go to your favourite bar and you will forget about that asshole at least for tonight" when charli finished her sentence y/n's phone rang, tara was read on the caller id, before she could grab her phone to ignore the call noah picked up

"tara, we are going to that underground bar, y/n likes, we'll pick you up in 1 hour, be ready" after what y/n assumed was tara's response he hung up "tara, jake and jhonny will come with us"

"awesome" she responded dryly, she got up and went to her bathroom to give her a quick shower and when she looked at herself in the mirror she almost screamed with terror, the person that was on the mirror wasnt her, y/n's face was puffy, but her body was skinny you could see her bones perfectly behind her skin and y/n sobbed, a loud sob, a sob that made noah and charli look to the bathroom with panick in their gaze, then she started crying, crying so much she could feel she was dry, charli got into the bathroom "he did this to me, he fucking did this to me, char. he said he loved me and he ruined me like this" charli felt the tears coming out of her eyes at the sight of her friend "i fucking hate him, char, i fucking hate him with all my life" and y/n meant it, because it was easier and stronger to hate him than to love him or miss him, and because only hating him she could get over him

the group of friends arrived to the bar, at the end besides from tara, jake and jhonny the sturnolio triplets joined them, thing that tara planned because she knew matt had a crush on y/n and she wanted to help her friend forget her stupid friend, who she hasnt seen since that night

y/n was sitting on the bar with a cup filled with tequila, she was trying to drown her sorrows with alcohol, but it wasn't working, she was drinking tequila azul, some expensive alcohol that matt wanted to buy to her

"do you want to dance?" matt asked next to her, y/n turned with all the intention to say no, to reject him but in the entrance she saw the blonde boy that broke her heart in a million fucking pieces, she scoffed and nodded, matt took her hand and took her to the dance floor, vinne from afar saw her, how she danced with matt, how his hand were holding her and how she laughed at something he said, and vinnie couldn't help but feel jealous, because he had that effect on her too and he fucked it, so he stand watching her from afar, watching how she looked so happy with matt

two months later...

vinnie was at a bar for the third time on the week, he was as drunk as he could and the only thing that was on his mind was y/n, he only could think about her, since that day at the bar where she was dancing so happy with matt fucking sturniolo, after that night y/n and matt always posted shit together, tiktoks, instagram posts, on their be real page, on y/n's vsco page and on her finsta, and even if y/n always made clear that he was just her best friend he couldn't believe, noah was her best friend not matt fucking sturniolo

so here he was, at a bar, just hoping y/n was on her house, sleeping and not in some bar with matt fucking sturniolo

vinnie was at a bar drinking tequila azul and signing along with his friends, living a rockstar life, but y/n's face was like a tattoo on his mind, he was drunk, high as fuck, he needed some air so he got out from the bar, he pulled his phone out looking for her contact and without hesitating he dialed her number, three tones were heard, three long tones

"hello?" her sweet voice was heard on the other side of the line, vinnie could notice her sleepy voice and he couldn't help but smile "hello? who is this?" that was like a dagger to vinnie's heart, he laughed dryly

"you don't even have my number anymore" that voice, that fucking voice, y/n felt her breath stuck on her throat "you know who i am, y/n" she felt like she wanted to cry when he heard him saying her name

"vin, are you drunk?" vinnie felt awful when he heard her worried tone "send me your location, please, i'll pick you up" vinnie couldn't speak straight so he sent it without thinking it twice

in a couple of minutes y/n was in front of vinnie, her black pj's was covered by a enormous sweatshirt and vinnie felt a bittersweet feeling thinking that could be matt's sweatshirt, y/n helped him get into her car and she made sure he was correctly seated she closed the door, she exhale all the air off of her lungs and walked toward the driver seat

the ride was silent, until vinnie decided to tal

"baby, i always think about you" y/n hit the break when she heard that, vinnie was wasted "i can't get out of this depression, i can't stand thinking about you with other boy, with matt, with matt fucking sturniolo" y/n saw him with sad eyes "baby, i always miss you" y/n sighed "you don't leave my mind at any moment"

"i did that night, when you decided to cheat on me" y/n answered harshly, she stepped on the gas "you live on the same place?" vinnie hummed in response "huh?"

"yes, baby, i still do"

"don't call me that, you lost all right to call me that" she said, vinnie could see her knuckles turn white on the wheel

"i can picture you, baby" y/n rolled her eyes "dreaming about some other boy, and our thing died quickly"

"died? you killed it, vinnie" vinnie hissed, making y/n laughed softly, she turned to vinnie and felt her heart sink, there he was crying, looking at her with pleading eyes

"i feel so broken, baby, i feel so lonely and i regret it so much" the couple arribed vinnie's place "stay" he pleaded

"what? vin, no" she answered, but when she saw vinnie she couldn't deny so she got out of her car and helped vinnie get into his apartment, she helped him get into the bed and before she could turn around vinnie grabbed her and made her lay at his side "please, don't leave me" his whispered

"i won't, vin. i won't" and that night y/n let her guard down and slept with vinnie, caressing his hair and invading her nostrils with vinnie's smell, that night she forgot aboy what happened that night and she let herself enjoy vinnie

omg, so that's all, the longest storie i've ever wrote, i really hope you like it

[solsticehymns]

marauders + karaoke night: headcanons

JAMES would probably be even more into it than the girlies. karaoke night was his idea honestly. oh he’s doing britney spears with FULL choreo and energy. he’s never taken ANYTHING so seriously. idk why but i also get the vibe that james would LOVE dua lipa 😭 he literally wouldn't pick a slow song it would have to be high energy. i also think he would do a fantastic cover of i want it that way.

SIRIUS is the reason i'm writing this. he takes karaoke night SO seriously. see: tom holland lip sync battle clip. he fucking LOVES rihanna. umbrella, breakin dishes, diamond. he has no shame. he would only do the sluttiest songs and i know that for a fact. think the weeknd die for you. literally serenading you the whole time with exaggerated dancing. he would probably get more stares and applause than anyone

REMUS would be there mostly just to watch you sing and dance around having a blast. he laughs it off and stays firmly seated every time you try to pull him up with you. HOWEVER. if abba is played, this man won’t be able to help himself. suddenly his foot is tapping and he's murmuring the lyrics to himself absentmindedly. CMON BBY SING IT!!! if he ever does go for it after too many drinks... his singing voice is actually so heavenly it's unfair

REGULUS would be that family guy clip "no peter don't make me do thi- JUST A CITY BOYYYY" like any song he would have to be forced into it but then immediately lock in. i think he would like a lot of classic rock, rolling stones, ac/dc, bowie. all his fav songs are slow and moody, he would also have an unfairly beautiful voice

EVAN knows every hot girl anthem. he would try to convince barty to do WAP with him as a duet. he loves cardi b honestly. memorized fergalicious. evan rosier would be a brat stan 100%. the only one who could successfully hype up a completely dead crowd with one song.

BARTY would be into mcr/pierce the veil emo/screamo type music, and like not the hits or the popular ones either. he finally gets a turn and everyone starts looking around like wtf is this song.... towards the end of the night evan goes "barty do the thing" and he spits rap god flawlessly

bonus: my sweet baby LILY is that girl who’s annoyingly good at karaoke but pretends it’s no big deal. she sings ariana or adele like she’s on The Voice and then shrugs it off like, “was that okay?” girl. her go-to is valerie by amy winehouse and she slays it every time. she’s also the only one who knows how to harmonize and ends up saving every group number from chaos.

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