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suksatoru · 1 day ago

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sae itoshi in calvin klein boxers should be illegal.

normally, your boyfriend doesn't do photoshoots. he found the whole concept of posing in front of a camera for hours exhausting and pointless for his soccer career—why should he sit and do inherently nothing when he could be perfecting his soccer skills? working out? analyzing matches? anything else?

but, when his sweet girlfriend's photography internship happens to be at the same place his manager had received an offer for an exclusive shoot, sae decides he'll agree to be a model for them just this once, but only if you were one of the people taking his pictures.

after turning down some of the world's most luxurious brands simply out of spite, calvin klein was quick to agree to sae's terms and conditions without a second thought. maybe you were an old friend he was doing a favor for—no one really suspected you two were dating, but that was only because you two had decided to keep your relationship under wraps.

you're fiddling with your camera's settings as one of the other photographers describes what the photoshoot would mainly entail to sae—the man's pen taps against his clipboard as he tells sae what pieces he'd be promoting and what poses he should expect, and sae nods along wordlessly as everyone around you buzzes with excitement. it was rare for sae to accept brand deals, forget the ones that weren't even sports-related—so the photographers you'd be working with were exceptionally surprised, and it seemed like the whole room was buzzing with excitement.

sae was undeniably handsome. it didn't help that he was stupidly photogenic, too, meaning every pose he did was effortlessly irresistible—but, in turn, it meant every picture you got was perfection incarnate. subtly, from time to time, he'd shift his pose to be better directed towards your camera specifically, and you took every shot with a smile on your face.

after the summer line was done, it was time for calvin klein's classic boxers to be worn.

sae looked, in simple terms, drop-dead gorgeous. every contour of his body and muscles was highlighted and even further pronounced by the studio's lighting—and your boyfriend can practically feel the giddiness radiating off of you as you take a number of candid shots while everyone around you bustles to adjust the lights and camera positions around the room before they start shooting again.

"you know, my contract for this photoshoot didn't say anything about candid shots," sae muses, stopping in front of you with one hand perched on his hip and a raised brow, but the only response he gets from you is a cheeky grin.

click.

"mr. itoshi—i think they're ready for you now," you say sweetly, and sae looks over his shoulder before noticing the head photographer waving him over. he huffs, shaking his head and turning around to give you a look that says, 'i'll deal with you later.' it was a playful glance, one reserved only for you, and even as he's walking away—you take a picture of his back because holy shit, this studio's lighting made your boyfriend's build look like that of a greek god.

after a snack break and another forty-five minutes, the photoshoot concluded with twelve decided pictures of sae that would be released to the public for their campaign. a good portion of them were taken by you, and you were happy for the recognition and appreciation.

"that's a wrap! everyone say thank you to mr. itoshi for accepting our studio's offer!"

after a chorus of thank you's for your boyfriend and a few more words spoken with the director, he's ready to head home. sae had changed back into his own clothes by now, and while the people around you are getting ready to head out, sae approaches you while you finish up packing away your camera.

"good day?" he questions with a hum, and you peer up immediately at the sound of his voice. for a moment you don't respond, glancing around you to make sure no one was looking before you reach up and place a gentle peck onto his lips.

"the best! this photoshoot's my biggest project yet. thank you for coming, sae. really." you smile warmly, slinging your camera bag over your shoulder as his eyes soften.

"come on, we're going home together."

you're out of the building in no time and back in sae's car before you know it. currently, you're curled up in the passenger seat beside him, flicking through all the shots you'd taken of him today.

"you're so handsome..." you murmur mindlessly, squinting your eyes as you connect your camera to your portable printer, patiently allowing it to print out the images for you as sae huffs.

"i'm well aware; you tell me every chance you get." he sighs, and you laugh under your breath, not really responding besides that as you continue looking through the images.

you were really happy when sae accepted the photoshoot offer—actually, you'd tackled him with quite the hug after you found out. he liked this side of you, the one that was so unconditionally happy just doing your thing. photography was a constant in your life—sae knows this. your instagram, private with no followers besides his own personal account, is a treasure. every memory and every moment in time is photographed by you. your posts made even the most mundane things look ethereal.

most of your pictures consisted of either sae, the sea, or some sort of moment from one of his games. you were sae's biggest supporter, and looking over at you in the passenger seat beside him—he can't help but stare. you look so cute smiling at his pictures like that, and the gentle breeze that comes from the open window of his car has your hair flowing around you like waves.

"y/n," he starts, and you hum in response.

sae doesn't say anything else. he merely pulls over his car onto the side of the road, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out as you tilt your head in confusion. he walks around to your side of the car and opens the door for you.

"see that sunset?" he questions unceremoniously while pointing towards the beach across the road—you nod slowly, still terribly puzzled.

"teach me how to take a picture. i want to take one of you this time."

sae watches the gears turn in your head, and he knows he made the right decision asking you once your entire face lights up with the most beautiful smile he's ever seen.

"really?! you mean it? oh my gosh, this really is the best day ever! let's go, let's go! the sun's in the perfect position right now for taking a shot!"

sae listens intently to your instructions as you two lounge on the sand. you're explaining the main functions he'll need to use in order to take a picture, and he nods along, hoping he remembers all your words once it's time to take your picture.

"how about we practice first? here, try and take a shot of the sea right now, and let's see how you do!"

sae nods with a quiet hum, carefully taking the camera from you.

hold the camera steady, aim at the subject, make sure it's in focus, and then press the shutter button.

he stays completely still as he holds the camera, and your heart positively swoons watching sae. he looks adorable with his lips pressed together in concentration as he tries to take the perfect picture. you hear the familiar click of your camera and immediately scoot over beside him to look at it.

"oh wow, this is perfect! hey, are you trying to steal my job or something?!" you accuse, and to your surprise, sae laughs.

he's only ever known soccer—sae can't get the words out, but he hopes you can understand how much he appreciates you for being the one to show him new things in life he never had the chance to explore before.

"maybe i am. what then? now, you sit back, cariño. it's my turn."

sae has you splayed out on the sand, and he'd gathered a few seashells to arrange around your head like a halo. you're laughter is infectious, and he finds himself dipping down to give you a kiss every chance he gets.

soon enough, sae's hovering over you—focused and snapping picture after picture, moment after moment, and he can't remember a time in his life where he's ever felt this happy and soft. you smile for him, and despite having taken at least a dozen shots already, he wants to take more.

he'll print these photos of you, no doubt. he'll put them in his wallet, he'll make them his phone's wallpaper, he'll engrave them into his mind if he must—this moment was just that special to him.

well, maybe it wasn't the moment. it was more so your smile and the look in your eyes when you looked at sae.

"beautiful. you're beautiful. i love you so much, cariño.

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arakkne · 1 day ago

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okay 1. I disagree with a lot of what Seranos says but this ^ is real and based, although as you'll see below, she may have coined this term but she was not the first to observe it:

2. @cyrsed sorry to put you on the spot but this is something I'm actually knowledgeable about, and I'm always fighting the crusade of "you can disagree with radfems but please make sure you know what you're talking about / radfeminism is not just any feminism you disagree with" lol:

hi! radfem here (operating in good faith btw)! This is one of my favorite topics and I'm actually writing a paper on the subject of female depilation so I feel compelled to share some of my sources after seeing this lol! This isn't an attack or an argument or an attempt to change your mind btw, more an excuse to info dump.

You're like 90% of the way there. As I'll show below, there's been decades of academic research on this topic from several disciplines. On one hand, there's evidence supporting the theory that body hair serves to demarcate adult vs child, and that removing body hair serves to infantilize, which aligns with other research showing that gender stereotypes align 'femininity' much closer with 'childhood' than with 'adulthood' — thereby enabling the adoption of infantile traits as a way to affirm 'femininity'. On the other hand—and these are not mutually exclusive hands—there's plenty of evidence showing that body hair serves a social purpose to demarcate men vs women, since over the last 100 years our society has reinforced that men are hairier than women (although this is not necessarily true—this is one of those areas in which a sexual characteristic is indeed on a spectrum, a spectrum that has been artificially shoved into a binary by society). So you're not wrong with your observation!

You're totally correct that the "objective of these standards is to reify the 'natural' divide between Male and Female," and I don't think radfems would disagree with you, except on the technicality that it reifies gender differences instead of sex differences. In other words, we would argue that the purpose of these divides is to uphold gender norms in a male supremacist society.

A quick manifesto: The debate on if sex is binary or a spectrum is somewhat pointless to me. It's the wrong question to be asked. Sexism is not caused by sex differences, the same way that racism is not caused by differences in skin color. Sex is binary (I have a whole post on it if curious), which should not be a big deal; however, patriarchal societies of the past and present construct & enforce gender norms on the basis of sex, the same way that white supremacist societies construct & enforce racial norms on the basis of skin color. It's very important to male supremacist societies that the differences between Man and Woman are very clear, (same with a white supremacist society with White vs Black), even if that means divorcing cultural ideas of Man and Woman as genders from their sexed realities. For instance: the idea that Woman must be hairless, even though she grows hair naturally.

Okay, now to the info dump: Body hair is so interesting as a topic for what it reveals about society & gender norms. The connection b/w lack of body hair and infantilization of femininity didn't spring up out of nowhere, nor is it a radfem conspiracy theory (lol).

Below the cut, I'll go through two articles and just highlight some interesting quotes/insights, first by Toerien & Wilkinson (2003), then by Smelik (2015), for your research pleasure (neither radical feminists, to my knowledge, if you're concerned about bias). I've bolded the ones about body hair and infantilization:

As Toerien & Wilkinson (2003) write in their paper "Gender and body hair: constructing the feminine woman":

"The norm for feminine hairlessness may be understood as a requirement for women to conform to a view of themselves as less than adult."

"It is children [...] rather than adults of either sex who typically lack pubic and underarm hair, as well as an increase in hair on other parts of the body."

"Femininity itself has been theorised as lacking the active adult qualities attributed to masculinity." They then discuss at length about how Freudian analysis (which we clown on now, but was majorly influential for many decades) understood 'normal femininity' to entail passivity.

They also cite a sociological study that surveyed clinicians, asking them to define traits of a normal man, a normal woman, and then a normal adult. They found that a statistically significant number of statisticians would name the same traits as belonging to either a normal man or a normal adult, but the traits for a normal woman were often the opposite of what they believed was appropriate for a normal adult. In other words, their idea of what was normal for a woman was the same as *abnormal* for their idea of what was normal for a gender-neutral adult. This can be interpreted as evidence that there is societal messaging which perceives women as 'less than adult.'

"Given that body hair may be understood both as a signal of (sexual) maturity, and as a symbol of masculine strength, the requirement for women to remove their hair may thus reflect the socio-cultural equation of femininity with a child-like status, passivity, and a dependence on men."

Relevant to the above post: "Hope (1982) notes that the development of women's hair removal as a US norm began at a time when gender differences were becoming less marked in other areas. Problematising even the basic assumption that there are only two—opposite—sexes, Hope considers the tendency to see men and women as polar opposites to be a cultural beliefs."

"Wolf (1991) explicitly links an increase in 'requirements' for feminine 'beauty' with women's increasing liberation, arguing that female 'beauty' images help produce an undercurrent of self-hatred in otherwise powerful women. In this way, the material successes of feminism are countered at a psychological level."

I just found this interesting as a lesbian myself: referencing a study by Basow (1991), "lesbians may be more likely to remove their hair in order to avoid social disapproval, whereas heterosexual women may typically remove hair 'for reasons related to femininity and attractiveness.'"

Their conclusion (which I like bc it debunks the choice feminism argument): "In the absence of normativity, we might understand hairlessness to be just one of a range of equally weighted options for women's bodily appearance. This is clearly not the case."

Why does this matter? "To say the feminine body ideal is a social construction is thus not to say it lacks power. Rather, the opposite: social constructions have concrete effects on our lives, opening up (and closing down) possibilities for the types of practices that are conceivable and appropriate in our society, as well as for the types of people that we might conceivably and appropriately be. (Weedon 1997)."

The whole paper is very interesting! I recommend it. Unfortunately it's not available for free online, so definitely don't use sci-hub to access it, because that would be piracy 👀

Additionally, Smelik (2015) has really interesting psychological insights into this subject in her paper "A close shave: The taboo on female body hair" :

Referencing a 2004 sociological study on disgust responses to body hair: "Tiggemann and Lewis found that both genders respond with disgust to female body hair," to the extent that "attitudes towards women's underarm hair have become aligned with attitudes towards flyswatters and maggots in meat." This study also explains disgust as a defensive emotion to protect the body and soul from contamination, while hinting at cultural ambivalence since psychologically speaking, disgust and desire are two sides of the same coin.

"The response of disgust relegates female body hair to the realm of the 'abject'; that which has been ejected out of the social order as dirty, impure, improper or unclean."

Citing Kristeva, "the 'abject' is something that signifies an unstable boundary between the inside and outside of the body." Hair literally forms the boundary b/w the inside and outside of the body, so no surprise there.

Citing Douglas, "what counts as [abject] is contextual; each and every society or time signifies different elements as dirty or impure," which we can understand only by understanding a society's "deepest fears and desires."

Smelik connects these two ideas and claims: "In order to understand the deepest fears and desires that body hair instills and symbolizes, [we must understand that] what counts as dirty in a society or abject in a psyche has to do with upholding, defending or crossing boundaries."

Turns out, there are many ways body hair acts as a boundary marker!! "The danger lies in the challenge to the way in which a society has organized the world in clear categories."

1) Body hair challenges classifications of the inside & outside of the body.

2) It's also been argued that body hair challenges the classification b/w human and animal, with more hair being perceived as more animalistic.

3) In a highly technological society such as ours, the removal of body hair shapes the image of the human body as "one of ultimate control and artificiality."

4) As mentioned, body hair establishes the boundary between men & women. Tiggemann & Lewis argue that the link between animality and the abject is gendered, with women being perceived as closer to animality, thus requiring more 'effort' to achieve personhood, potentially explaining why it's seen as normal for men to be hairy (they're human anyway) but disgusting for women to have any body hair (they're not beating the animal allegations). (Note: I'm not sure if I agree, but it's interesting nonetheless)

5) Back to what started this, body hair also establishes the boundary between childhood and adulthood. "Together with the demand for fit and slim bodies," Smelik notes, "the hairless body plays into the contemporary beauty ideal of 'forever young.'"

Shifting her scope to the relatively recent practice of female genital depilation, Smelik notes several interesting shifts in psyche/society:

1) "The reason for hairlessness in contemporary pornography, and in visual culture in general, may well have to do with cultural anxieties and the dynamics of seeing." According to Linda Williams, "hairlessness enables maximum visibility of the female sex organ [...] The absence of hair thus reveals the vulva entirely, turning it into a simultaneously vulnerable and sexual site/sight."

2) In a shift from previous perceptions, such as Freud's main takeaway of the vulva as "the horror of nothing to see," the hairless norm of contemporary pornography actually "reveals the complexity of the female genitals and undermines the age-old association of the hairy vulva with animality."

3) On the other hand, "the removal of pubic hair has the contradictory effect of rendering the female body prepubescent." [...] "A hairless and slim body entertains a rather complex if not ambivalent relation to sexuality, as it both enhances the female body for sexual display while repressing the very signs of adult sexuality such as a curvy body and body hair. As Alice MacDonald (2006) puts it, the hairless body results in an 'erotic mix of sensual display and sexual control.'"

Smelik concludes from 1-3 that "one of the ambivalences of the modern hairless body, then, is that the adult female genitals are simultaneously eroticized and infantilized, posed between the pleasure of too much to see and the horror of nothing to see, wavering between presence and absence."

A quick definition of the Foucaltian idea of 'the will to knowledge': to make something visible is to know it and bring it under control, i.e. to have power over it

Smelik concludes: "The female hairless body makes the boundary between adult and child ambiguous. This ambiguity points to an anxiety surrounding adult female sexuality. Turning the most intimate parts of the female body into a spectacle is one way of allaying any fear of the dangers of sexuality. To discipline the private part of the body and even reshaping its form [via Photoshop, airbrushing, or even labiaplasty], is another way of keeping its potential sexual powers under control. The will to knowledge, implemented by technologies of the self that manipulate the body into a flawless perfection, defuses any anxiety over the force of carnal sexuality (Sobchack 2004)".

Definitely don't use sci-hub for this article either 👀

Hope that was interesting! :) Sorry to hijack with such a long post but I'm just so interested in this topic, and I happen to be making an annotated bibliography about it rn. Lmk if you'd like direct links to the articles or if you're curious, I have other sources I can link you as well :)

Oppositional sexism is a very useful term actually. Like, so much is better explained by the idea of “there’s a societal belief that men and women should remain opposites and should have no overlapping traits” than “this is homophobia/transphobia”. Why does society hate displays of femininity in men and masculinity in women? It’s oppositional sexism. They hate that you’re proof that masculinity and femininity aren’t inherently opposites. Thank you julia serano for another banger

#thanks for reading if you made it through the whole thing!#now someone tell me why its 100x easier to write a tumblr post about this topic that will likely not even get any notes #than it is to write my paper on it. that is due. for a class.#ughghg adhd brain is so fun #tags for reach bc i think this will be interesting to academic radfems:#radical feminist #radblr #radical feminist safe #gender norms #body hair

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mylovesstuffs · 2 days ago

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braid your hair 🪮 choi seungcheol × fem!reader.

part of my milestone event

Sent by @nerdycheol !!!! HONEY 🍯 BABY�� CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K🤩 YOU TOTALLY COMPLETELY DESERVE IT 🤩

can I request

💞+fluffy[9]+ cheol

maybe like mc fractured her hand and she can't do anything with her hand so cheol helps her with stuff:))

✩ ! includes :: tooth-rotting fluff, seungcheol × fem!reader. established relationship, reader got fractured hand injury, hair-braiding, domesticity, soft!cheol being a total golden retriever partner. 666 words. notes :: raeee, thank you SO much for your sweet ask and your love on my milestone! this one’s for you 💗 i hope you like itttt !! unbeta’d

“I can do it myself,” you glared at the hair tie between your fingers, frustration bubbling beneath your calm voice as your fingers wouldn’t cooperate, the fractured hand making even the simplest tasks a trial. Big warm hands gently took the hair tie from you, bicep flexed slightly, “I know, but let me do it for now,” Seungcheol told you softly.

You would rather not admit how much relief washed over you at that simple gesture. You’d always been stubborn—prideful, even—but there was something so tender about how carefully he cradled your injured hand, how the buff warmth of him seemed to chase away your frustration. Perhaps it was the irony of the situation that made you smile: here you were, the one usually so independent and strong-willed, utterly dependent on Seungcheol’s hands to get through the day. Not that it mattered, heartbeats didn’t need to be explained; they just were.

You watched him as his fingers hovered uncertainly over your long hair, like a bumble trying to solve a puzzle without the right pieces. “Make of that what you will,” you teased lightly, knowing full well that his patience would win out over your sarcasm.

He gave a sardonic grin in response, “you think this is easy? This braid may as well be a maze,” he muttered, eyes narrowed in concentration. “As if that ever worked to intimidate me.”

For a while you just sat there letting him work. You could hear the occasional matter of fact commentary: okay, so left strand over the middle... no, wait, him frowning, fingers fumbling but trying again, maybe this hand is less useful than the other, but sure—I'll manage. It wasn’t perfect, sure. The braid was a little lopsided with its strands sticking out here and there, looking more like a cozy mess of bed hair than the neat plait you usually wore. But Seungcheol’s hands were gentle with his every motion, a promise: I’m here. I got you.

“Not bad, huh?” he said, glancing up at you with a sleepy grin, eyes twinkling.

The corners of your mouth tugged upwards as you bit your lip. “The braid isn’t perfect... a little like your sleepy grin,” your voice soft. “But I digress—love doesn’t have to be perfect, does it?”

“Nope,” he answered, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Love’s messy, clumsy, and patient.”

You leaned into him, the warmth of his buff body a comfort that went beyond words. You felt your heart flutter, and it wasn't because the braid was flawless, but because it was made by him, and that made all the difference.

The days passed in a nice rhythm. Cheol helped you with everything from pouring your tea without spilling a drop on the table, to cutting your meals when your hand couldn’t manage the knife. You watched him in amazement; the man who could lift weights like nothing had suddenly become an expert in tiny, delicate tasks.

As he massaged your wrist to ease the stiffness, you caught a sardonic smile on his lips. “Buff, sure, but when it comes to braids and bandages, I’m a rookie,” he admitted to you, fingers tracing slow circles on your skin.

You laughed softly at him. “Ironic, isn’t it? The same hands that could probably bend steel now struggling with a hair tie.”

“Coital tension aside, I think this might be the most domestic challenge I’ve faced,” he said with a chuckle. “But so be it. I’m not letting you do this alone.”

You squeezed his hand, grateful for every moment and every small victory in this odd, slow dance of recovery. There was a moment that was quiet and ordinary when Seungcheol, with his imperfect braid and sleepy grin, looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. You may as well have been the only person alive. And in that moment, your fractured hand didn’t matter at all. He just loved you, loved to help you, loved to be with you.

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mirrorcatcreditcard · 1 day ago

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I'll do you one better and tell you why they're my faves:

The person who tagged me — we're both ND and silly and have that solidarity and I'd hang with Nezz irl

@anyadafluffernutter — newest homie with immaculate vibes that I don't Tumblr with often but I genuinely appreciate (she makes me cry in a good way on rare occasions)

@mystical0bubble — I like when lil guys™ call me by parental titles, makes me feel special; I wish we could talk more

@mildlybizarrecorvid — we don't even talk I'm just based because corvid

@hoisinblackcat — i forgot who you are again but seeing your user makes my brain happy and excited so I'm assuming we have good memories and vibes

@irritablepoe — whatever mental illness you're dealing with hella relatable and I think you're cool and brave for existing and surviving even if you don't think it and I've had a squish on you at least once at most five times

@meliae-cinis — I still don't know how to talk to you but sometimes daydream about us developing that fanfic author friendship where we gush about story ideas together. your squish count is...two(?). more than one, less than three.

@maodear — so...many...theories...

@purfectmocha — not sure what our relationship status is tbh (are we simply associates or are we friends who even knows; mutuals are mutuals) but I'd buy you expensive boba without thinking twice

@ventiilatte — we started at qpr skk and now we're moots and man I forget to talk to you but I sometimes sit back and hope me writing you a fic on the spur of a moment could possibility communicate to you how much I care even though I'm bad at remembering to check in on moots

@midnight-soulless-system — would probably sock someone for a friend and that's based as hell

@xintre — I really do think you're neat I'm sorry we never talk idek what type of stuff you like so I can't write you a fic as an apology

@aesthetic-watermelon — being unwell about action fantasy manhwa makes you based as hell

@bunderies @nihilitix @pestilencesingsyouforward — we were in the trenches together

@redilyavailable — Roro, you know why i like you you autistic corn muffin

@piningapple — Sherlock moot. Based. We should talk more but what even about lmao

@queerwritersingerdramaqueen — you give me tired book store owner/helper vibes and would probably make me a cup of tea for my migraines

@sofiochka — you blast me with amazing vibes every time I gaze upon you. never actually had a squish on you because we ended up being buddy buddy fast enough lol...okay maybe I had half of one

@bungoustraypups — I forgot if you hate ping chains or not so pls pls pls don't blast me I just wanna tell you you're cool and a part of my digital life

@voidplague — I'm going in the order I found the accounts you'd be at top otherwise pookie

@plastikstarz — you never talk to me on Tumblr but like we're literally found family

@ask-chachamaru-kny — I hope you come back some day because you're an early memory for me

Honorable mention:

@briefpeachdinosaur — I don't remember if you're the moot who secretly annoys me or the one so brilliant I am in awe of your existence; my bad, bro

@iri-desky — We became mutuals before I figured out that we weren't supposed to become mutuals and it's kind of too late now and I think you're cool and you seem to like me too so that's happening

Dead mentions/deactivated:

Monsterscribetya, I think about you so often I hope you're safe and well and I miss you

mizinthropy, I will forever regret not saving the fan art that you made me because I grieve more than just a contribution of our relationship. I have nothing to remember you by.

On the chance I missed you, please go blame my drivers who keep me stressed and never stop unloading tasks on me even on my month long "vacation"

favirote moots?

(People you tag have to reblog and say their favorite moots)

Okay wait

@ibrokeurheartbcuzubrokemine @foliverfalls @allyeilishh @addisonraesbaby @emiliesblohsh @bilsslut @noodleswashere @bilsbabyy @bitchesbrokenpromises @billsdollie

#tag game #Mirr rambles #moots #i love my moots

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animeyanderelover · 3 days ago

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Hi hope it's not to late to request for the prompt event please; would it be ok if I request yandere Jinu please with a half demon female darling maybe (K-pop demon Hunter )

"I'll love you more than they ever could! Patterns and all. Let me be your sanctuary!" (I was thinking a little bit on the steamy side not full NSFW; but if you think it works best with no steam no worries; you don't have to added any steamy moments ^^) please 🙏 🫶❤️

I was counting on at least someone requesting something for him. I wasn't wrong. Not sure if you did it intentionally or not but I also like how you included the word sanctuary which was also used in the song "Your Idol".

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, more Nsfw-ish but not fully blown

First Sentence Prompt

You hated that tightness behind your ribs, hated how it made those purple marks on your chest and stomach pulse faintly. Feelings of any negative manner always did that. That's why you had suppressed most of them for your entire life. You couldn't afford to snap or break. Couldn't show others what you really were. You didn't even understand truly who or what you were. How could others possibly then?

Yet why...? Why had this one to be so persistent?

"Jinu, just leave me alone. I don't want nor need approval and love from someone like you. I am fine with the ways things are."

Brown eyes flashed golden, pale skin flickering with a familiar pattern you always spotted when you stood in front of your mirror, measuring how far your own marks already covered your skin.

"Liar."

It was one word. Yet it was enough to nearly dismantle you on the spot. Deep down you knew that he was right. That you were lying. To your grandparents. To your friends. To him. Worst of all though, to yourself. But what other choice had you when you had been alone with this secret the moment when those marks had appeared on your stomach?

"Don't talk like you know me. You don't know anything about me."

"Another lie."

You flinched the moment his fingers brushed over your bare arm. But it wasn't the touch itself. It was the gentleness behind it that burned so much worse.

"I know you better than anyone ever did. You hide from others because you're terrified they'll turn their back on you the moment they know the truth. They merely look at you but I am the only one who sees you. All of you. And I have never thought about looking away once."

Old habits and familiar fear made you tense the moment his gaze slowly traced down, over your chest and stomach where you carried the same patterns that he had all over his own skin. Your hand went up, resting right under your throat, clutching the collar of your half-buttoned shirt. Soon they would snake their way up here and then you would have to cover your neck up permanently. Either with turtlenecks or make-up.

"You told me that demons are meant to lead a life of misery. You were the one who said that demons aren't meant to be happy. I-" your voice gave in for a second, your fingers digging deeper into your skin as you closed your eyes shut so that no traces of him would fill your vision, "I don't want to live that kind of life. And if I have to live my whole life only as the half version of me, then so be it."

They were pulsing again. You could feel the otherness of it not only on your skin but in it. That strange and dark energy that contradicted the part of you that was human. It terrified you. You were neither though slowly you seemed to become more one part then the other. And you didn't know what to do. You were utterly alone.

Your eyes remained shut, teeth sinking into your lower lip as the ache of years clawed right under your skin, begging to be let out only for you to deny it like you had always done. The silence only amplified it all. It offered no distraction or kind words to distract yourself with nor did Jinu. Maybe he didn't know what to say. Maybe he had vanished. You didn't know what would be worse.

Yet you never had to find out.

Not when sharp claws suddenly tickled your cheek. When you flinched they paused as if worried that you had been hurt, hovering for a moment before the warmth of his entire palm cradled your face.

"Look at me."

So gentle. So soft. But not dishonest. Never dishonest. That was always the worst part of it all.

"(y/n), look at me."

You didn't want to but you still ended up doing it anyways. He had fully transformed. Yellow eyes with narrow pupils the shape of slits. Purple skin with even darker patterns decorating every part of his body. Fangs peeking out from behind his lips. A demon just like half of you was.

"My patterns are something I am ashamed of. They will always remind me of what I did. Of the day I chose to betray my own family. I still hear them. They will always haunt me."

He swallowed, the weight of that confession not lost on you either. Just for a moment he lost himself, perhaps because he relived the memories now that he had opened that secret he had buried for centuries. Then his eyes focused again though, meeting yours with an intensity that made you want to cry.

"I was selfish. I chose the easy path. I left my family and perhaps I became this before I even had my patterns. But you're not like me. You're not selfish. Gwi-Ma has no control over you. You are free. Freer than I will ever be."

His hand slid down, covering your own that was still resting right over the skin where the purple marks started and would only continue growing.

"Mine are patterns of shame, yes. But yours aren't. They are only because you think of them that way. And if you continue to feel like they are, they will only continue to grow. But they aren't. Not to me. They are still part of you even though you may want to deny that. And I love all of you. I shouldn't. You're too good for me. You fought all your life and you still do where I gave in to temptations. But I have always been selfish. Even now I am."

He easily moved your hand away from your chest. You didn't resist, instead allowing Jinu to do so. Claws intertwined with your fingers. The touch was unfamiliar, or rather the weight behind it. Yet you returned it quickly, clinging to whatever it was.

His other hand took its place but not to merely rest. But to reveal. To push aside the material and reveal the very patterns you had covered up your entire life. They were blossoming like roots of a plant from your stomach up to your chest, reaching for your throat and shoulders. Whenever you gazed at them in your won reflection, your eyes held quiet shame and sadness. When Jinu looked at them? It felt less like a curse and more like something to be treasured.

"Don't..."

"Don't what?"

Goosebumps arose when hot breath fawned the skin on your chest, the warmth traveling along the purple lines.

"Don't look at them like they are something sacred when they are the same pattern that you have too."

"They aren't. The ones I wear are ugly. The ones you do? They're beautiful."

He didn't break eye contact when his lips pressed the first kiss on them. You didn't stop him either. You watched quietly, holding your breath as he pressed reverent kisses against the patterns that had only ever known your scarce touch of shame. Perhaps you should have done. But the first person who now saw your patterns didn't recoil in fear or disgust like you had always imagined. Even if that person was a demon.

#yandere x reader #kpop demon hunters x reader #kpdh x reader #jinu x reader #yandere kpop demon hunters #yandere kpdh #yandere jinu #saja boys x reader #yandere saja boys

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horny-marbles · 3 days ago

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I love the way you write so much and I have a lil hc request😣 so how do you think the creeps or proxies would react to their partner wanting to have car sex or sec outdoors?👀 what music would they listen to if any? (if in the car) where outside? IM SO SORRY THIS IS WEIRD -☠️(new anon asker 😈)

NO THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT exhibitionism my beloved 🫶🏻🫶🏻

- jack is not exactly into risky stuff (yes i know i made him eat you out on the couch in the living room in the period sex fic let me dream). he definitely sees sex as something private and lowkey sacred, and his focus would be entirely on making sure no one's around to catch you, so he definitely can't stay hard long enough for this lol. BUT... he might make an exception if you have a shared mission and you end up caked in blood and smelling like a whole meal — IF you're deep enough into the woods ☝🏻

- jeff won't make it inside the car. he'll have you bent over the trunk or hood in plain view without a single care. if you do make it inside the car (by the grace of god), he won't even think about music, he's just laser focused on pounding you within an inch of your life. but if you insist on it, he'll put on a random cd that's either the entire iowa/self-titled album from slipknot, or a messy compilation of whitechapel, cannibal corpse and attila (just, white-trash-with-anger-issues music). he'll also fuck you just about anywhere and everywhere. someone saw—ok and? he gets a little high off humiliating you anyway, so this is best case scenario in his book.

outdoor spots he'd fuck you? literally anywhere that's not in direct proximity to a cop station. preferably in victims' lawns/porches right after shared missions.

- toby would be a bit more graceful about it than jeff — he'll try to find a secluded spot, but more often than not, he's horny enough to fuck you in plain view. he's just a bit more careful about it. always tries to stop your protests by sneaking under the waistband of your pants and just palm you enough to get you second guessing. "C'mon, just a k-k-quickie, p-promise I'll f-fuck you quiet. Look how h-hard I am, just- Please, I'll mm-m-make you c-cum so hard you f-f-forget where we're a-at." like YEAH that's the problem. if you have a car, that's just perfect — both shielded and public??? the dream. as for music , he'll turn on the radio at max volume and just fiddle with it until he finds a local rock station that doesn't suck ass (while he's fingering you with his free hand. very urgent matters)

outdoor spots? behind alleyways and on park benches that are just shy of being in complete plain view.

- ben doesn't even leave the mansion unless it's for missions (i.e popping in other people's homes through their cables/monitors but is that really leaving the house if you end up in another house lmfao), so he really doesn't care about outdoor sex, BUT he will fuck you anywhere in the mansion where there's a seat because he's too lazy to stand for that. livingroom, kitchen, other creeps' rooms just because. gets off on how how you try to keep yourself quiet while he ruts into you with a finger flicking lazily at your clit.

while in the livingroom, he'll have the tv on, youtube just loud enough to drown the slap of skin on skin, but low enough to hear any footsteps — switching between songs mid-thrust without even touching the remote, anything from Princess Nokia to the Into The Spiderverse ost. he WILL clap your cheeks to SELF. LOVE. HEON. LOVE HIM. SELF. TRYNA LOVE. ME. yeah

- tim swears up and down that public sex is so stupid, that it's uncomfortable and it wouldn't beat a bed or a couch in a million years, and how worth it is the shame of getting caught just for a nut, really? it's completely pointless until ☝🏻 you wear a skimpy miniskirt that's more suggestion that article of clothing and you bend over in front of him the slightest bit. you get a total of two halfhearted warnings — just your name said low like he's so exasperated, even though he does a terrible job at hiding how he's fucking you with his eyes at the same time — before there's a big hand on the small of your back guiding you to the nearest hiding spot while he grumbles. car sex however? it takes a while to grow on him, but eventually you'll end up railed in the backseat whenever you find yourselves alone and out of urgent responsibilities.

as for music? tim is not really the type to have music playing during sex anyway, especially not when you're in the car and he needs to be on the lookout so you don't get spotted.

- brian does not care whatsoever. it's not a kink and it's not a turn off either; if the mood is right, he'll fuck you just about anywhere. he does love some head in the woods or some mutual hands in a dark alley as an appetizer for later, but he'll usually hold back until you're back at the car — mostly for comfort, to have a proper surface to bend you over so you don't scrape your pretty knees in the dirt. he almost always crowds you against the hood or trunk of the car, grinding his hips against your ass while palming you just enough to get you impatient, and only then does he open the car door for you like a gentleman before pounding you into the car seats.

as for music, he'll always ask you what he should put on, "to set the mood" — even though the mood was already very much set by his hand between your legs. if you don't pick anything, he'll put on the one jazz station he's a ride or die for, the one that sounds like an 80s porn ost.

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darklucielle · 1 day ago

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Breaking her

StayC Isa x Manager POV

Tags: Gangbang, Degradation, Violence, Drugs, Masturbation

I got a call from by the High Up's CEO at his office. He said that he wanted to talk about Isa's attitude problem.

"Sir. I tried my best. I told her that her attitude affects everything in STAYC. She still didn't listen."

"I know you did your best. Maybe solving this problem in just talks is not the best way. I need to think if terminating her contract will solve the problem."

"Kicking her out of the group, sir?"

"Yeah. we don't have a choice. don't we? Isa is valueable asset in the group. Pretty and talented but her attitude now is not helping the group at all. She isn't like that before. Fame got her."

"I have a plan, sir. But first, I need your approval."

"You do? Well... I'm listening."

I told the CEO about my plan. I planned to take this further. Through violence and sexual humilation, Just to teach her a lesson. The CEO stayed silent for a while then nods.

"Alright. Do what you want. I'll make sure there will be no evidences of this."

"Thank you, Sir."

NEXT DAY

Another rehearsal for their upcoming fanconcert. They're working hard.... except her.

Sieun scolded her for being late then intentionally messing things up. They took a break right after. Isa went to the corner of the practice room and starts doing whatever she does on her phone.

That's it. That's the cue.

I went towards to her then grabbed her phone away from her hands. Before she can even react, A slap strikes her cheek. It was so loud that the rest of the STAYC members froze. They're shocked that I slapped her.

"WHAT THE FUCK!? HOW COULD YOU..."

Another slap. It made her fell down to the floor. I gripped tight her hair then keeps slapping her face. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six times a row.

The members are still stucked on their place. They don't dare to come and rescue their crying member.

"Look at me, You bitch." I snarled. Yanking down her hair then my other hand grips her face roughly to look at my eyes.

"I had enough of your bitchy attitude. Everyone had enough. Your members, staffs and even CEO. If you wanted to stay as an idol and member of STAYC, Accept your consequences and learn your damn lesson."

Without waiting for her answer, I pulled her up. Making her stand then dragged her out of the practice room.

"Arghh! Manager-nim! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She pleads. She keeps sobbing hard as I dragged her out.

It's hard to drag a sobbing mess along the way but after a while, I finally arrived at the men's bathroom. I kicked the door open then pushed her down to the tile floor.

Pulled out a tape from my pocket then forcefully tapes her wrists together. Does the same on her ankles.

I pulled out my phone and called someone. Isa heard me calling for some people here. "Manager-nim! I'm so sorry, Truly I am! I promise to be good person now! I will practice along with the members! Please have mercy!"

"It's too late now. No one will come and save you here. Your members are too scared. You're on your own."

Moments later, Someone knocked the door. I opened it and five High Up male staffs went inside.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah. I got a green light from the CEO. Do whatever you all want to her. That will teach her a lesson." I said.

"No! No! Please! Have mercy! Don't do this please! I swear I'll behave!"

Nods at them to start Isa's punishment. The sight of Isa being tied-up and helpless, Surely it turns them on. They all removed their pants and let their raging cocks loose. They walked towards to her like a bunch of hungry hyenas.

"No!! Please!! Stop! Stop!" She cried but still can't do anything to defend herself. Two guys went to tore her shirt to expose Isa's bare breasts. Not big nor small, Just perfect size for her body. These two guys are busy pinching her nipples roughly as they gave her delicate skin some bite marks.

Other two went tore her pants apart to expose her thighs. I guess they're too hunrgy for her. Last one went to her feet and sucking her toes. Obviously loving it.

Isa doesn't have a choice but to scream for help. Her voice became ragged from shouting. The first pair are now suckling her nipples.

"No... stop... stop biting my nipples.." her voice became weaker and weaker.

They bit and trying to pull it out. They did it many times before they went to forcefully kissed her lips. Isa doesn't want to as she keeps her mouth shut but the two men are too eager to taste her mouth.

As they succeed invading her mouth. They took turns of violating her mouth. They even licked her whole face. Making Isa feel disgusted.

Second pair decided to feast at her holes. First one went to devour Isa's wet cunt while the other one is busy at her ass.

The last one took advantage of the situation by using her feet to jerk off his cock.

The first pair stopped kissing her lips and proceeds to make her suck their cocks. She still resisting but the two are too determined to break her defenses.

Finally, they're able to fuck Isa's mouth. They're facefucking her like there's no tomorrow. Harsh and messy. Her saliva leaking from her mouth and drips down to her breasts. Creating a slimy mess on her own body. They took turns of abusing her mouth and throat. They don't care about her at all. They don't care about her as an Idol. To them, Isa is their fleshlight. Their cum dumpster.

The sounds of skin slapping skin and lewd noises from her own mouth fills the whole room.

The fourth guy who's busy eating her ass, starts putting his cock between Isa's thighs and maniacally thrusting it. The third guy puts two fingers inside Isa's tight virgin pussy and fingering her roughly.

The first pair decided that they should put their cocks inside her mouth at the same time. Surprisingly, it fits. Together, they fucked her mouth in that way.

Seeing Isa surrenders and just let these horny men do whatever they want to her body, makes this mission successful.

She's now broken, mess and violated. Surely she learned her lesson now, isn't she?

The third guy keeps fingering her pussy until Isa squirts. Her whole body twitches a lot.

"Damn! She squirts like a fountain!"

"Please.... no... more...." her voice muffled because of the two cocks thrusting inside her mouth.

The last guy keeps using her feet as his fleshlight until he came a lot. The first pair simutaneously shoots cum in her mouth. The overwhelming amount and taste makes Isa gagged but she doesn't have a choice but to swallow it.

The second pair forced their cocks into her wet cunt and tight butthole. It made her scream out loud but still ragged. It took them a while before theit entire length pushed inside of her. They started to thrust hard and deep.

The sensation of two cocks tearing her inside apart, filling her up and simutaneously violating her surely it's too much for her to handle. All she can do is to cry and beg.

It didn't take long until they filled her insides. I looked at my watch and it took over an hour to finish.

"Gentlemen. This needs to be finished by a golden shower."

They nodded in unison. They proceed to piss Isa's face and body. Degrading her to the lowest point.

To these men, they're all spent but overly satisfied. The idol that they used to admire, now a weeping mess on the bathroom's floor. Clothes torned apart, Her face and body are forcefully used for sexual desires, Her dignity is broken, Her precious virginity is now lost. She's coated by a mixture of sweat, saliva, piss, blood and cum.

But my job is not done. I pulled out my phone and turns the phone camera to her. I pulled her up by her hair.

"Wake the fuck up, Bitch. Answer my questions. Understood?"

She weakly nodded. "Yes....."

"Tell me your name. Your full real name."

"Lee.... Chae-young..."

"Why are you here and suffering?"

"Because..... I was rude.. to everyone. It's all... my fault... I deserved... this..."

"What lesson did you earn from your punishment?"

"Not to be... rude to everyone... I'll be... behave and helping the... group more...."

"This won't be the last time, Isa. Get ready."

FEW DAYS LATER

After the successful fanconcert. They all went to their dorms except her. I told her to follow me to the vocal rooms where I pushed her to enter.

"Why are we here, manager-nim?"

"Strip off your clothes. Everything. Everyone is watching you." Points at the web camera of the PC.

It didn't take long until she's all bare naked. I pulled out a syringe and a small vial of the strongest aphrodisiac. Immediately shots at her forearm.

It didn't take long until she got the effect of the aphrodisiac. She felt hot and horny as she starts touching herself infront of the camera. I pulled out some sex toys for her to use.

Behind the web camera, The people watching her pleasuring herself is the CEO, Executives, Shareholders and even CEOs from the other companies.

They all watched how an seemingly innocent idol turned into a slut.

The members of STAYC swore that they will be quiet about Isa getting sexually abused. The Isa that they used to know is back and they're happy about it.

-End-

#kpop x reader #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #stayc smut #isa smut

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keii-8 · 13 hours ago

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the winner takes it all... | date everything x gn!reader

pairing: various x gn!reader

summary: the house became quieter, and the little life you held within you dulled as they moved on with their lives. leaving you to tend your own feelings.

warnings: realized!characters, game ending spoilers, semi-angst, brief mention of abandonment and attachment issues, suggestive comments, friends/lovers not specified, house-poly. grammatical errors, english is not my first language.

a/n: i've read a lot of misunderstanding regarding the game's ending. most of them states how all of the characters used and left us in the end. i intend to clear that misunderstanding. enjoy!

“Are you sure you'll be okay?”

Spring.

Skylar questions, but in truth, she was uncertain in her Realized form. You have done your job realizing all of your household objects, your bulletin board was filled with their pictures, leaving hers as the last piece of your collage of love.

They have already gone their ways and parted, leaving the house to inspire others in the way you've inspired them in more ways than one. Now, it was her turn to do the same.

“Of course. The house might be less lively but I'll manage.”

The woman who was once your spectacles gazes her eyes to your own, the very part she was allured by you. Your eyes. The very same ones that look at the deepest part of them that were nothing but kind, friendly, and loving.

It was you who gave them purpose, gave them hope and you were also the one who listened, trusted and felt them the most. Your eyes were the ones that made everything for them possible.

“I'm sure you'll make the world a better place, Skylar.”

The world is already a better place because of you.

And to her, your eyes weren't easy to forget.

Parting with Skylar left a sinking feeling within your chest, and you almost felt lost. But the thought of your once household objects became someone they wanted to be left an even deeper feeling, warmth and adoration. You couldn’t thank them enough for keeping up with you all these years.

They were your family, some friends, some lovers, yet you love them all the same. You watched them strive in their own ways and you would always be the first person to know about it. Even if it's through calls, letters, messages or whatnot.

Summer.

Nevertheless, the house feels undeniably empty. There's no one to greet you with their silly yet wholesome antics to catch your attention or come to spend time with you now. Even during the midst of summer. Every corner felt wider, and every object was surprisingly quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

You miss them.

You were uncertain if it's from the feeling that you needed to feel wanted by others in order to function properly, or you just discovered you have the underlying fear of abandonment. Attachment issues could possibly be one of the cards on the table.

You just missed the house being lively. Just like the old days.

However, just as those days passed by in the blink of an eye, your thoughts couldn't help but wander. Wondering what would happen if you decided to keep them as your objects and unintentionally caging them in this birdcage.

Would they still feel content to live with you? Or would they feel entrapped to spend every waking breath with you? Would they deem you as a selfish person if you did? Would they hate you…?

You suddenly felt guilty for thinking that way and shame flooded the pits of your stomach. It was such a selfish thought to think of. It was obvious that they would hate you.

But you loved them too much to keep them. You just couldn't be selfish, not when they have their own dreams to achieve and more emotions to feel on their own accord. You were aware that their emotions and knowledge have its limits, you knew because they served most of their lives as your objects and they were unable to experience the world outside.

You wanted them to experience the real thing. The one thing you couldn't take them away from. Even if it meant you couldn't go out on your own.

In the end, you kept those feelings to yourself.

You got your job back from its limbo state and became the vice president of the human experience in Valdivian. The degree of customer service that you fought and studied so hard for, served its purpose. After a couple of months in the company, you started to advocate for human employment against the technology after almost being replaced by one. AI.

You strived on your own with the passion of your found-family fueling your veins with the world continuing on alongside you.

Leaving your house wasn't easy, but you did it anyway. You've gone to work and spent some of your time in meetings, or at your cubicle. Maybe you can send a request to work from home, that would be a good idea. Just because you have tasted what it's like to meet a lot of people outside the comforts of your home, doesn't mean your social anxiety dissipates that easily.

It became a little cycle of work, especially Tom, your recent manager, would come by your office. Grabbing some coffee, or handing you papers, he even has the confidence to flirt with you during work hours. Although, you brush it off and be professional about his advances. You became on friendly terms with the muscular hunk despite his flirting.

You pressed on with this new aspect of your life, challenging yourself and seeing how far you've reached.

Autumn.

Despite acknowledging the changes for the better, your work and your role in Valdivian has never been an easier job. Similar to the season that brings the coldness to light. Every time you thought that your work would become so easy, it didn't. At least not yet. It was only a hurdle after another.

Finishing documents kept you awake, important calls left you on the brink of starvation, and meetings exhausted you to no end. You were efficient in your work since you love helping others but it seems to drain you mentally for the past few weeks. It won't stop that easily, nor stop any time soon.

And one individual noticed. Mac.

They applied for a job that matched their technological skills for income to support both of you, even though you’ve made it clear that you don't need the money. The company accepted their application and both you and Mac were ecstatic to hear the news when they hired them as an analyst in the crypto-currency industry.

It was all because of your support. They even gawked at your efforts when you decided to expand the office closet for Mac to work in. It was a perfect working space for their wheelchair and the privacy they need, the shadows and the darkness altogether. You just moved the remnants from that lonely place to other available closets. You knew Dorian would be proud.

All was well, Mac thought. You even installed a stair lift for them and they have never felt more seen. Both of you enjoyed your meals together while you both took turns, though it was you who cooked often. Sleeping in the same bed and waking up in each other’s arms. And even taking a bath or a shower together.

However, despite your efforts, Mac noticed that you were being swept by work everyday. They admit their work can be time-consuming and busy as they type in codes or whatnot. But you were even busier than them. To the point you skipped your meals.

“Oh, I'll have to take this call real quick. It might be about the presentation tomorrow. Be right back.”

“Sorry, Mac. I have to run. There's another deadline that came up. Do you want anything that I could get you from the store?”

And then another, then another. Repeat.

You've been burying yourself with work in the past few weeks, deadlines, meetings, emergency calls and whatsoever. It was like a rabbit hole for you to sink through. You go to work every morning with your eyes hollow from the lack of sleep and come back home even more exhausted.

You already missed a reasonable amount of calls from the others who were still updating you even in the tiniest bit. Unread letters, packages that were left unopened, both filling your mailbox entirely. And someone could swim in them any time.

All of them, including Mac, knew that you love helping others until it would reach to a point that you become someone to please others. And also deep down, they knew you missed being wanted, being with all of them. Now, it explains why you were so engrossed at your work.

That's also why Mac immediately contacted their office buddies.

It was another one of those evenings where you got off from work. But this specific night was different and Mac made sure for it to be. They contacted the others, mainly the office residents, to have a fun game night. Of course, Chance and Parker were the experts so they were willing to come.

Jerry and Penelope also came. As for Dasha, they weren't entirely sure due to her busy schedule but she says she'll come straight away after work. All of the food preparations are done, pre-ordered obviously but what can they say? All of them probably can't cook.

“Are the games ready? We have to make this as efficient as possible.” The curly-haired female demanded in a frantic voice. She clearly wants this to be a success. Just for you.

Jerry sweat-dropped. “You've already asked us that a couple of times now.” He couldn't always keep up with Penelope's intensity as she eyed the office desk filled with items of what could be G&G instead of your computer.

Meanwhile, on the other side of your office were Chance and Parker, both in their usual banter. Parker kept being persistent in what games to play, and Chance almost had enough of it.

“We should play… this! Or this? They sure would like… this!”

“Dude. We already agreed on what to play.” Chance sighs. “We’ll resort to your games after we're done with the oneshot.”

“Alright, fine!” The latter groans.

“Hey, I think they're here!” Mac chimed in when all of them fell silent when they heard the front door open. Parker, as enthusiastic as he is, immediately rushed out of the office followed by everyone.

But what they didn't expect was a loud gasp from the game-board addict as they were greeted by a shocking sight. You came home dishevelled and were barely unconscious in the arms of a muscular and dark-skinned hunk, wearing what could be a Valdivian I.D.

The unknown individual was rather surprised to see them, yet unfazed by their shocked expressions.

“Hey, there! I didn't expect anyone in their house at this hour!”

“Who are you, himbo?!” Parker was quick to exclaim.

Penelope wasn't having it either. “A better question… What are you doing with them, huh?”

“I'm Tom! [name]’s recent manager! Nice to meetcha’!” The recent manager seems clueless at the protective gaze being sent his way. He doesn't seem bothered by it. “I take it you guys are…?”

“We're their family.” Mac slightly narrowed their eyes at the man. Guarded by any means necessary while your coworker was still holding you.

When they were objects, they wouldn't be as jealous easily whenever you interact with the other objects around the house. Some already have flings with each other and some treat you as their third or whatever.

But it truly bothered to see you with another, especially outside the house, to be intimate with. Even though it wasn't your intention to be. Tom looked like he is though, his hand gripping your waist to steady you with your arm around his neck.

“What happened to them exactly?” Jerry timidly asks.

“Oh, this little champ right here? They took the whole team out for drinks since their first proposal was a success.” Tom shrugged and they were a bit surprised at how far you've already come with your efforts. Despite losing a small bit of yourself.

“I've come to take them home because they're wasted. Should I bring them upstairs or…?”

Chance shook his head. “That's alright. I'll take them.”

Tom handed you in Chance's arms with no question. A few gibberish noise left you when Chance lifted you by the back of your knees and back. You're exhausted and slurred. Your coworker eventually left with the reassurance that you can come to work late for 15 minutes tomorrow.

Chance carried you to bed with the help of others. Cue, Parker's distraught mumbling of you being a ‘cheater’ while poor Jerry was trying to ease both Parker and Penelope's paranoia. This was supposed to be a fun night to let some exhaustion off, but it seems Mac miscalculated.

They played a few board games when Dasha arrived and parted again for the night for work tomorrow.

But it was evident that one certain thing was bothering you.

Winter.

It's been months since autumn, and that particular day. Waking up by Mac's side in the bed and hungover to the bone. They really helped you from your internal loneliness or selfishness and motivated you to enjoy the things you love.

Whether it would be during your hardships or not, they really helped you a lot. You seem quite content with yourself now. Even work felt lighter during these past few months despite constantly following your routine.

As if the storm passed, a storm one of many.

Work hours already ended, and you were amongst the people who walked along the sidewalk to home. Snow piled against every crevice in the city as cars carefully drove by you to seek warmth of their homes.

Evenings were always cold whenever you walked home, hugging your coat and suitcase close to you. Yearning for warmth to cover your shivering neck.

You couldn't help but wonder. You always feel uncannily safe during winter while walking. It didn't just happen once. There’s always someone walking along with you, an unnoticed presence trailing your every move.

That's when you halted your feet midway and pondered for a bit.

“Jon?” You didn't move nor turn around as you heard footsteps of a stealthy individual right behind you. As if they stepped from the shadows.

“I'm not surprised when you know it's me.”

You softly snickered. “You're once my candelabra and it takes a dedicated homeowner to know the objects around the house.”

His voice paused for a moment. “Good point.”

You shook your head with a light atmosphere between you and continued your walk home. But this time, you were accompanied by the mysterious man behind you. Following you in the shadows and you don't dare to look behind you. The tension is both unwavering.

“So you've been following me around, huh?” You stared ahead, hearing the soles of your feet crunch the snow below. It was cold for a quite while, until your shoulders were enveloped by a warm fabric. A scarf. A red scarf gifted by Jon Wick himself.

“I was just passing by. To see how you're doing.” His voice drew close when he tucked the scarf around your neck, and you heard him step back again.

“That's… sweet.” A smile stretched your lips. “I had my ups and downs with my work if that's not obvious. I take it you're doing well with yours?”

There was a sigh. “If you're going to suggest that I adopt a dog again, you know my response never changes.”

“Oh, come on… You never know for sure whether you like them or not!” You let out a snort, imagining him facepalm behind you.

“[name]...” Jon's voice trailed off in exasperation and you took it as a sign to stop.

“Alright, I don't want to pressure you.” You backed off but your next words caused him to let out a sigh. “I'll just have to try next time.”

Silence, and then… “Fine. Maybe I'll consider it."

That was enough. You cheered to yourself when the man finally gave in through your persuasion. Meanwhile, Jon Wick could only roll his eyes as he kept watch on your back at a safe distance.

Eventually, you both arrived at the bottom porch of your house. A sigh of relief escapes you, and you express your gratitude at the man who you still didn't lay your eyes on to satisfy his secrecy. You walked up to the stairs of your porch but halted when an idea came to mind.

“Would you like to come in?” It was an innocent invitation to have him as a guest, but he didn't take it lightly and snickers under his breath.

“As tempting as it is to release some steam with you…” Cue a flush of red growing from the skin of your neck when you realized. “But I'm sure there's a better surprise waiting for you inside. You might want to take a look.”

“Huh..?” Confused, you turned around to face him for an answer but he was gone. There were no traces of his presence anywhere on the front lawn, as if no one stood in it other than you.

You think back to the words he said and glanced at your front door, as your heartbeat suddenly drummed in anticipation. It somehow felt odd to watch the lights inside gleam, it was tempting you with a welcoming presence.

Your keys jingled and you entered.

“Look who's back. Welcome home, love.”

You stared at the familiar bouncer standing beside the doorway with a look of surprise on your face. He stood guard like never before and he sent you a questioning brow because of the dumbfounded expression.

“Surprised?” You nodded at him as you couldn't find the right words to say, and this caused Dorian to snicker.

“D-davi!”

You heard a distressed call and a strong force crashed to your legs, causing you to tumble backward. The floorboards met your bottom as you couldn't comprehend what happened when something wet tickled your cheeks.

“Davi..?” Giggles bubbled out of you when the dog's tongue smothered you with sweet kisses. Mateo watched the view, smiling when you're back from work. Dorian helped you up and you didn't waste anytime as you immediately embraced them one-by-one.

“Matito? What's going on? The house looks lively.” You were right, it does.

You didn't even notice the joyful chatter that bounced off the walls, footsteps echoing from the ceiling, including the cluttering and sizzling in the kitchen that implies someone was cooking... until now.

“We're here to celebrate the holidays with you!” Mateo exclaims and there was a look of shock flashed over your face again. The house did feel heavy, and now you knew it was because of your visitors.

“Mateo? Is [name] back?” You glanced behind Mateo and two lovely women that were once your ceiling and floor appeared. They look perfect with each other, hand in hand.

“Celia, Florence..!” You happily greet the couple in a hug and both squeezed you right back. The two of them were ecstatic to meet you. Mateo chuckled and exited the scene to give you a moment with them but not before taking your suitcase and scarf upstairs.

“Hello, dear. We're so delighted to see you.” Greeted by elegance herself.

The bubbly woman agrees. “I hope you don't mind celebrating with us and for coming by so suddenly!”

“I don't mind at all! It’s just so sudden…!” You sheepishly scratched the back of your neck until something dawned on you. “Oh, gosh… This didn't disturb your work, right?”

“Calm yourself, dear. It's the holidays, and we like to celebrate our first with you. That's all.” Said Celia, and you smiled sweetly. But then, she was deep in thought. “Actually, it was Mac who invited all of us.”

You were surprised. “They did?”

“They would like to propose something.” Celia said and the look in her eyes already told you that they knew what it was about. “They already talked to us about it. However, it needed your approval.”

You hummed in wonder. “I see… shall we go then?”

“I'll go and find them!” Florence exclaims. “Meet us in your office after a few minutes. You can still go ahead and meet the others.”

Celia nods, quite delighted. “She's right, and you don't need to worry about anything since we already handled the task assignments. Most of them are outside to watch Washford and Drysdale perform in the backyard. It eases the weight around the house.”

You chuckled at Celia's comment before they parted ways to look for Mac in this crowded house. It was somewhat a relief that most of them were in the backyard, you couldn't bear to think the house falling apart if all hundred of them were to actually stand inside.

Celia was right, you don't have to worry about anything when they already did the job quite perfectly. Holly was in charge of the decorations, with the help of strong individuals that could carry her on their shoulder or tall ones that could reach the ceiling.

Stefan and most of the kitchen crew were doing kitchen duty, cooking and making enough beverages for everyone. The dining room was filled with it and you could only hope there were tables in the backyard for everyone to dine together.

Everyone greeted you with wide arms and tight hugs. While some planted kisses onto your face. You were left flustered with their gestures and it felt too good to be true. Roaming around the ground floor, you wanted to know if there's anything to do or help. But they reassured you that they'll handle the rest, much to your dismay.

You went upstairs and you immediately noticed your bedroom door closed but the laughter and talking was clearly heard. The voices contain most of the bedroom crew along with the bathroom crew, talking. Sharing all of the fun experiences they had after finding their paths.

Pride swelled within you when they successfully achieved the things where their own path takes them. They were happy and content despite their own struggles. They were just human with dreams after all.

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop but you were certainly engrossed hearing the travels they all made. Some stories were heavily challenging while some of them were delightful as it sounds. Now you find yourself eavesdropping, as you were too engrossed hearing them so happy, you didn't realize you were in the first place.

Your heart ached for some reason, and you didn’t know why. It was thrilling to hear their adventures, how they strived and chose their own paths. But a thought crept from the back of your mind. You should be happy and yet you feel easily discarded. Too easy to earn your trust, too easy to leave.

No, thinking like this felt so wrong. You thought you'd moved on but clearly you weren't. The feeling of abandonment tightened around your chest, fear returned within you. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't speak.

You hastily turned around to leave.

“If it wasn't for [name], I wouldn't be where I am now.”

Those words made you freeze. You recognized Betty's comforting voice and to your surprise, the others inside followed afterwards. The room was filled with nothing but their exclaims of gratitude. Laughter and chatter ensues in the room. Unbeknownst to them, you heard it all.

They expressed the way you helped them all. It started from your approach for the first time, and you have helped them a lot ever since. It was you who motivated them, it was you who believed in them. It was you who wouldn't dare to give up on them. Always has been.

You were the reason why they became from something to someone.

Your throat felt like it had tightened itself. You then caressed your temple in hopes to calm you down. It slightly did. Hearing those words coming out of them was nothing but overwhelming. Now you feel guilty. For them and for Mac who did everything they could.

Through Skylar's words: you've brought a whole lot of love in this world.

Your love brought them.

You didn't even realize your feet walking to who knows where as your hand caressed your head. Until you bumped into someone. The sensation by how your skin jumped snapped you out of it. Finding yourself staring at Volt, and then Eddie who held a tool by the breaker box.

“Are you alright, live wire?” Volt asks out of concern. It looked like you were out of breath, or had seen something you weren't supposed to.

“Yeah. You look out of it.” Now, it was Eddie. Closing the panels shut and he settled one of the tools down before inspecting your face. The both of them suspected something was up.

“Uhm. Fine…” You shakily exhaled, raking your hair back. “I'm fine…”

Eddie didn't seem convinced. “You don't seem like it.”

“Come here and give us a hug, yes?” Volt spreads his arms as wide to invite you in and you don't hesitate. You did as you were told. Your arms found its way to wrap around Volt's back and buried your head on his chest. It didn't take long when another warmth caressed your side. Eddie.

You savored the hug, even for a moment. Although, it didn't last long when you eventually let go. Missing the way Volt’s face fell when the hug was so surprisingly quick. You weren't always one to let go first and hugging is one of the things you love to do.

“Now, what's going on with that pretty head of yours. Hm?” Volt asked and you shrugged like there was nothing. At least you convinced yourself that it was.

You shook your head with your voice hushed. “The house became quieter than I thought it should've after you guys left."

“I hope you realize that you're not that easy to forget, live wire.” Eddie sighs, and you feel conflicted whether it was to offend you or the opposite.

Volt reassured you the opposite. “He's right. Because of your love and your determination, we wouldn't be where we are if it wasn't for the faith you've given us.”

“I guess what I meant to say was...” Eddie trailed off where a noticeable red flushed his neck. His gaze stilled at yours. “Thank you.”

It was a small gesture, but it did reassure you in many ways. A smile made its way to your lips. You didn't say anything and just pulled them both in an embrace. It was longer than before and it was already enough for the three of you before you simultaneously let go.

“It's been great seeing you guys, really.” A lilt of relief entered your tone as Volt held you by the waist, grinning widely.

“As do we, to you, live wire.” He says. With that, you found your face being smothered by their lips so intimately that others might mistake it as a very sexual gesture. It was far more than that. It was comfortable, reassuring.

You laugh. “We'll catch up later. I still need to see Celia about something.”

“Sure.” Eddie nods and pecks a kiss onto your cheek. “Just find us right after your business. We'll be around.”

You absentmindedly kissed each of their cheeks back and deliberately went downstairs feeling a lot lighter than before. Whatever Mac and Celia wants to talk about, you hope everything will be fine. You trudged to your office to meet with them.

“House Homie!”

You were greeted in your office by five men that immediately tackled you in a group hug, squishing you in the middle. The Hanks look as radical as ever and you almost couldn't breathe if it wasn't for Celia demanding them to let you go. These men had so much energy, she couldn't keep up.

She sighs. “The gentlemen have something important to tell you in regards to the house–”

“We’re staying with you!” The Hanks cuts her off. They couldn't contain any excitement and immediately jumped on you in joy. You couldn't process the news when strong hands engulfed you again like a bunch of puppies. They were everywhere, even Hank #4 was clinging onto your leg while Hank #2 had his arms around your waist.

“Wait, really…?” Your voice came out as muffled when a mop of ginger hair amplified your voice. But there was a hint of shakiness to it. You were really surprised.

“Uh, yeah!”

“Imagine going on adventures with you! Pretty rad!”

“Everyday with you will be nothing but fun!”

“And by fun… we mean it, hot stuff.”

“Alright. Thank you, boys.” Celia sighs out of exasperation once more. “You will be excused. You can bother them later."

This time, the five men listened and exited the room as she wished. Closing the door, there was a sigh from Florence and Celia, and you could only give them apologetic looks before Mac chimed in the conversation. They looked rather somber, and their eyes drooped more than normal.

“I know we haven't been interfacing due to my work, and really sorry–”

“Mac.” You call out to them sternly, guilt washing over you. “You don't have to apologize. If anything, I should be the one apologizing for being stupid and treating you so unfairly.”

You approached them, your conscience gnawing at you relentlessly while it reminded you of your nuisances. The air became slightly tense as you went quiet. You didn't even realize that you took their hand over yours. A squeeze from them helped you slightly calm down.

“I was being selfish. Thinking that every single one of you will forget me. It's… terrifying. Even the thought of you all abandoning me, all alone, it's unbearable."

Your voice lowered a volume as you felt your throat tightening.

"I know this doesn't excuse my behavior. I don't want you to feel like you aren't enough, you are. You really are. I'm sorry..."

The three of them fell silent. Your confession caught them by surprise. The office felt tense and weren't sure if it's you or the room itself, but you certainly felt it spinning. You wouldn't dare say a word after your spiral and your head hung itself low to avoid seeing their faces. They could be judging you, and finding you pathetic.

However, despite no words were exchanged, it didn't happen.

Instead, Celia and Florence looped their arms around you, comforting you with nothing but reassurance and the warmth of their presence. In the middle of the silence, you felt loved, treasured. As if words were exchanged into embrace, burying you in it. Then you felt Mac's thumb caress the back of your palm, soothing your thoughts.

Celia leaned her head to your shoulder. "My dearest, we would never forget nor abandon you. You're too important to all of us."

"She's right. We love you all the same, before and after." Florence patted your cheek so soft that she and Celia hugged you again.

You haven't counted the hugs you've received today, and you were certain it was more than usual. But you aren't complaining. You love every single one of it.

“This proposal I am about to make… Would you like to hear about it?” Once the hug ended, Mac immediately went straight to the point. They seemed a bit happier than earlier. The couple soon lets go and yet their warmth lingering.

You nod at them. “Of course.”

You braced yourself for literally anything and yet you didn't expect for them to take out a large blue sheet with white lines printed on it. Florence helped them settle the sheet on your desk, rolling it as widely as it could. The large print was obviously familiar.

“This is… the house's blueprint.” Your voice was laced with uncertainty, you were rather confused as to why they have this.

Celia nods. “Mac proposed that we should expand the house for more rooms."

"Not only for the Hanks, but for others who wanted to stay.” Florence finishes.

You looked at the couple with another wave of shock flashing through your eyes, and your heart immediately swelled. It caused you to wipe any tears that were threatening to fall. It didn't take long when they started pitching for ideas, including you who suggested some of yours to merge your ideas together and come up with a full-proof plan.

It was doing quite well. And you were excited.

Celia and Florence excused themselves once you all finalized the blueprint. They still wanted to enjoy the celebrations. It leaves you and Mac, enjoying the serene silence as muffled bearings can be heard outside the door. Both of you were quiet for a while, until you heard a faint squeak.

An exhale left Mac's lips, they breathed in. “The identities of future tenants, or roommates, other than the Hanks are still unknown… We could only hope that there would be someone interested.”

“Don't worry. We could always make it as guest bedrooms.” You suggested, turning to reassure them. “I won't be lonely anyways knowing that I have… you.”

Your words felt gratifying, while your lovely smile sent shivers down Mac's spine. You are such a wonderful and kind person, and they love you for that. They just hoped that you would see it for yourself.

To see that a lot of them keeps you as someone important in their lives. They wouldn't dare to leave you.

“Are you sure about this? Won't this disrupt your work?” Your tone, growing anxiously, interrupts their thoughts.

“I made sure that it wouldn't. As long as we keep the bed to ourselves, then I have no objections whatsoever.” A snort escapes them. They didn't mean anything behind it. Mac just wanted to have you all by themself once it was time to go to bed to let their disquietude wash away.

Being in your arms at the end of the day was all they wanted.

You smiled. But Mac with their keen eyes saw through it when a faint smirk played at the corner of your lips. “I'll make sure to pay attention to you later after we're done. I wouldn't want you to feel… neglected.”

If Mac was still a computer now, they would comment how you made their CPU overheat and yet they didn't. Too speechless and rather excited to let words come out. Even their own flirtatious comebacks betrayed them. Mac stays silent, they were glad to finally see this spark in you.

The only thing they can do for now is to accompany you outside to enjoy a lot of activities planned by the others. Where a lot of them will be waiting for you. Even Jean Loo, who will be performing tonight despite being the one taking care of your taxes, and this may be the best time to stop him from doing so before you get carried away.

Everything in the house was planned to your enjoyment, a way to express their own gratitude for being there with them.

Either it was away from you, or not, they will hold your name dearly. Even if it is through the hardships they have to face. You always held them close to your heart as the precious individuals that made your life better, and so as they.

If there was one thing they have taught you: Home is really where the heart is.

And to them, you will always be their home.

a/n: my head is so fried because i was writing this for five days, and words are difficult to form when it comes to writing, for me anyways. it's hard when your english is limited. anyways, scandalabra/jon wick mentioned! my pookie <33

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Nasty Secret

Bf! Rafe Cameron x Kook Reader 🍓

Based off this ask: “Do you think you could do an imagine where Rafe finds out that the reader has been SAd in her past and he gets mad about it?”

Trigger warning for: sexual assault, trauma, coercion, alcohol, explicit violence, blood

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Part One:

Everything in your life had been so different since you'd become Rafe's girlfriend almost a year ago. He'd found you and pulled you from the depths of a depression that you'd never even been able to acknowledge - let alone understand - and he'd never forced you for answers.

His assumption had been that you were just... well, sad. Sad about the silly things that girls get sad about - their appearances, grades, relationships, friendships and such. It was clear to him that your self esteem was low for whichever reason, and so he did what he could to lift it - and it had worked.

He was a good boyfriend - a great boyfriend - and you felt beyond grateful to have him. He'd given you the confidence and clarity of mind to move on from the bad state that you'd been in - but you'd never given him the explicit details of the depths of that time, nor had you ever planned on it. As much as Rafe was doting, he was also volatile and judgemental. You didn't want to risk making yourself seem any more vulnerable than you'd surely already seemed, nor did you want him to see you as tainted.

But all of that had been forgotten anyway. Things had been perfect. You didn't need to tell him.

It was a standard summer day in Figure Eight when Rafe called you, the sun reflected in his upbeat tone - a pearly white grin audible.

"Come to the courts. I'm here with Top and some of the boys."

You couldn't help but grin also, although the thought of watching your boyfriend and his friends play basketball was not particularly exciting.

"How long are you gonna be playing for?"

"I'm not sure but some of their girls are here too - Georgia, Elle, Sasha, the ones you like."

"I like all of your friends girlfriends!" You protested which Rafe playfully scoffed at.

"Sure you do. Look babe I've gotta get back to the game. Come here - I wanna show you off."

"Okay, okay. I'll be there soon."

"Love you- Oh and bring a bikini or something if you wanna get in the pool, we're going Toppers after."

And then the line went dead.

You took a breath, excited and anxious for a moment, before heading to your wardrobe. Living in the Outer Banks meant that you had cupboards full of bikinis and different swimsuits, and you decided to go with an espresso coloured two piece, easy to wear under your t-shirt and shorts.

The walk to the basketball courts from your house was only fifteen minutes, it's perfectly flat gravel and polished fencing fitting perfectly into the white suburbia that surrounded it. With your earphones in and the sun beaming on you, the walk was nice and you were in a good mood. Which became a great mood instantly upon seeing the broad, statuesque shape of your boyfriend up ahead.

Topper was the first to notice you, standing and smiling for a short moment before shaking his head and speaking to Rafe. He'd obviously spoken your name because the taller man sharply turned around to face you, a curve pulling at his lips as he eyed you up and down, stepping towards the metal fence to greet you there.

Behind him there was a large group of lads playing basketball and a smaller group of girls stood chatting, both making a considerable amount of noise. Neither of them had even entered your peripheral yet though, your gaze so focused on the handsome body waiting to touch yours.

Rafe hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head, and quickly squeezed one of your butt cheeks before pulling away, knowing you would jump and giggle at the touch as you did. The fact that he knew you in such an intimate way gave him a high, cemented in with every predicted action. You were his. He smirked and let his hand drop lazily to your waist.

"Busy day, princess?"

"Somewhat. Mostly gardening."

"You and those plants." He teased which you playfully scoffed at.

"You won't be laughing when you're eating my fresh, completely homemade cooking."

"Yeah you're right, I won't. God I need to wife you up." He mumbled that last part.

"What-"

"Nothing babe, come on let me introduce you to the boys. They're all tourons, some of them have summer houses here. You might've seen them around before."

You chuckled, still spinning from that last comment before suddenly having your concentration shift to the new matter at hand. Still your eyes didn't move from Rafe's.

"Are they like- touron tourons?"

"Maybe, but they're all chill. Now let me show you off." He grinned and you complied, stepping over to the group with your side pressed against Rafe's.

There were five lads, not including Topper and Kelce who were still dribbling the ball around behind the group as they paused the game to greet you. Your eyes briefly scanned over the their faces, smiling and introducing yourself with a casual hand shake one by one until you looked up at the last one and froze.

Your blood ran cold. For a second you were able to convince yourself that it wasn't who you thought it was, but then he grinned and your stomach did an uncomfortable flip, confirming that you were in fact looking up at Bryce Saunders; one of the many millionaire, frat boy douche bags that tended to frequent the island, and the guy who had forced himself onto you a year prior.

It was a night that you'd managed so well to forget, never returning to the house in which it had happened and never daring to tell anyone about it. Especially not your boyfriend.

Now it all came back to you in a sickening rush of memory, and you took a step back from the bulky lad, suddenly feeling like a shy, uncomfortable child under his satisfied gaze.

"How you doing Y/N? Long time no see." He held out his hand to shake and you flinched away, earning an unimpressed look from Rafe.

At that you quickly straightened up and took his hand, feeling sick at the touch but forcing a smile.

"You know each other?" Rafe questioned, his eyes darting between you both.

Bryce was seemingly unfazed by the accusatory tone, looking back at Rafe with an unaffected smile and a friendly chuckle.

"Barely. Met at a party last year, think we smoked a joint. She's a cool girl, man. Look after her."

Rafe returned the smile, his posture relaxing as he proudly agreed that you were a "cool girl" and confirmed that he did in fact "look after you very well" whilst you stood beside him in mortified silence. When you could finally step away you realised that you'd been holding your breath, and you took a deep inhale before making it to the group of girlfriends stood on the side of the court.

They greeted you excitedly as per and you did your best to play along, but you weren't able to make conversation as well as usual, your eyes continuously drifted back to Bryce, your heart rate increasing each time.

The night that it had happened, you could barely even remember - but you knew that it was real. You'd had bruises the next day to prove it. All you knew for sure was that you'd been drinking a lot at a party and Bryce had been the one supplying you drinks. One minute you were fine, the next you were trying to fight off a two hundred pound athlete in some bed that wasn't yours.

Looking at him, laughing and joking as he ran about with Rafe, you felt sick. Sick with an indescribable dread, like Bryce was somehow dirtying your boyfriend with his mere presence.

"Are you okay?" You turned to your right and saw that Georgia, Topper's current fling, was speaking to you.

The other women were engaged in some gossipy sounding conversation, and you realised that they'd drifted almost a foot from you whilst you'd not moved position since you'd first said hi. You blinked a couple of times and quickly collected your senses, straightening your back and forcing an awkward smile.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just tired."

She looked as if she was going to question you further so you quickly asked "Do you know when we're going to Toppers?" successfully distracting the girl with an excuse to look over at the man in question.

"Hmm, I don't know. They're pretty into their game." She sighed dreamily before turning back to you. "I can probably ask him for his key though, then us and the girls can go party in the pool instead of waiting around here."

You didn't even have to reply for Georgia to turn around and rush over to Topper, who quickly agreed and handed her his key before jumping back into the game. The walk to his was quick and soon you, Georgia and two other girls were sat in the pool, sipping on glasses of wine and laughing with each other.

You'd started to relax instantly as soon as you were no longer in Bryce's presence, though you still felt shaken up, and the Thornton's stocked wine fridge was a welcome treat. The chatter of the girls was a good distraction too, especially as you all gradually got more drunk and the conversations became more ridiculous. Elle, Kelce's girlfriend, was particularly hilarious, overly honest about their sex life to the point of being extremely crass, getting some deep belly laughs from the rest of you.

But then she paused, her eyes going wide and a dramatic gasp leaving her lips like she'd suddenly remembered an extremely juicy piece of gossip, and you all leaned in closer.

"Have you guys heard about that Bryce guy?" She asked, slurring as she spoke.

Your body went rigid under the shimmering water, your grip on your drink suddenly tightening and your breath getting caught in your chest.

"Heard what?" Sally, one of the touron's girlfriends, casually asked, sipping on her drink with an amused smile, completely oblivious to how still you'd become.

Elle's eyes went wide again and she lowered her voice, though was unable to hide the excitement in her face that she felt for the eager gazes upon her.

"Well, it's fucked up, I don't even know if it's true, I doubt it is-"

"Just spit it out." Georgia grinned.

"Okay- okay. But you can't tell anyone you heard it from me. And I'm serious when I say it's fucked up, like if it's true we're being bitches right now-"

"It can't be that bad." Sally muttered.

"Well apparently he- like, roofied this girl last summer. Some Pogue, I can't even remember her name."

The playful mood suddenly dropped and all four of you were quiet for a moment before Georgia asked "Who did you even hear this from? Surely it's not true, he's such a nice guy."

Such a nice guy. That's what you had thought too. Your lips felt glued shut and your tongue like a heavy iron, any sound you could've made impossible to escape.

"Heard it from Jennie, but she said that the girl is like, a massive slut and just fucking weird. So, who knows." Elle shrugged.

"Well surely if it was true he would be in jail. And it's definitely not. I know Bryce, he's the nicest guy ever. Whoever that girl is should get her ass beat for spreading shit like that. That can ruin a man's life." Sally interjected with sudden irritation.

"That's so true. I didn't even think about that." Georgia mused, twiddling with the tiny umbrella in her drink before taking a sip.

Elle snorted, amusement returning to her face.

"Those are meant for cocktails, not rosé."

"Don't act like you don't want one." Georgia returned with a chuckle, sparking a debate of whether cocktail accessories were acceptable for other drinks.

Between everyone but you that was.

You quietly excused yourself to go to the bathroom and then found yourself in the kitchen, pouring yourself a shot from the liquor cabinet. The liquid burned your throat but soothed the rising rate of the beating in your chest, giving you a chance to catch your breath that you didn't realise you were holding.

"Another girl he's done it to. I wonder if that was before or after me. If it was after me... I could've stopped it... I could've told someone... Should I tell someone now?" Your thoughts wandered in a few different directions, each road paved with shame.

Whatever the correct answer was, you decided to take another shot and try to force it all from your mind. You went to the bathroom, took a few more deep breaths and fixed your hair in the mirror, then made your way back to the pool.

As you walked through the pool house, the sound of deeper voices pricked your ears over the music and you realised that the boys had arrived. Topper's loud holler almost deafened you as you stepped back outside, chuckling at the sight of him having been chucked into the pool. Then your eyes leapt from him to the culprit - your grinning boyfriend, who's shirtless body was already glistening. His gaze quickly turned to you and his grin only widened, his arms opening and his feet naturally moving towards yours. Up and down his eyes ran across your form before he planted a hard kiss on your lips and squeezed your butt.

You squeaked into the kiss and could feel the pinkness forming on your face, even as you tried to play it cool and casually ask "So did you win?" like you weren't melting from his touch.

Rafe lifted his face away from you with an amused smile, his eyes boring into yours in the intense way that they always seemed to. A mix of adoration and ownership.

"Of course I did. You should've stayed and watched it." He gloated, quickly shooting a teasing glance in Topper's direction. "How about you? You girls been playing any competitive sports?"

"Totally. I just thrashed Elle at a game of ice hockey. And before that Georgia beat us all in extreme dodgeball."

"Anyone could thrash Elle at a game of anything, she's fucking wasted." Rafe remarked with a quiet smile, a gleam of trouble in his eyes. "I'm gonna make myself a drink, you want one?"

"A vodka coke would be great."

"Onto the hard stuff are we? Thought I could taste that. You trying to party hard tonight?"

You thought about it for a moment. Were you even really trying to party at all? Not really. But you couldn't say no to your boyfriend, especially not when he was so visibly excited, and so you returned his smile.

"Maybe I am."

Rafe's impeccably white teeth became visible again and he leant down to speak to you softly before heading swiftly into the pool house.

"Good girl. And good bikini choice. I like it, a lot."

You stood still for a moment after he'd departed, having to swallow and control the butterflies in your stomach before you returned to the pool. Topper, Kelce and Sally's boyfriend Monty we're all sat in the seats engraved into the shallow end with their girlfriends on their laps, and you joined them in one of the empty seats, beyond relieved that Bryce hadn't come with them.

Then there was a big splash, followed by shouting and then another splash and more shouting, and suddenly there were two more men in the pool. The men that they'd been playing basketball with. And one of them was Bryce.

Everyone laughed and welcomed them over, cracking jokes and making conversation, whilst you felt yourself again unable to move, almost feeling like a prey hiding from some big predator in the wild, hoping that if you stayed still enough he wouldn't be able to see you. It didn't work. After greeting everyone else, Bryce smiled and made his way over to you, sitting at the seat beside yours, his shoulder brushing against yours for a second. You almost gagged at the touch.

"So how have you been since I saw you?" He asked.

"Fine."

"Well that's good. I've been working with my father for his yacht company. Tiring work, I've definitely earned this holiday."

You didn't reply, crossing your arms and looking away from him at the other conversations happening around you, hoping that he would latch onto one of them instead and leave you alone. It didn't work.

"Okay, rude.” He scoffed with amusement. “Is there some kind of issue-”

Rafe's shout broke out from across the yard as he exited the pool house with a tray full of drinks in his hands.

"Come get 'em bitches!"

Everyone jumped out and grabbed a drink so after quickly grabbing yours, you took the opportunity to sit further away from Bryce, and felt extremely relieved when Rafe joined you and you were able to sit on his lap - where Bryce wouldn't dare to disturb you.

The evening continued on with an uncomfortable edge - for you at least - as despite how much you all drank, you couldn't shake Bryce's gaze from the back of your head. When everyone ended up drunkenly playing a variation of water polo in the pool - yourself and the other girlfriends balanced on the shoulders of your prospective boyfriends - it was fun at first. But then after everyone had thrown into the water a few times, Bryce's hand made it's way to your shoulder - taking a chance in amongst the chaos to grab your attention in a way that was quick, but also heavy and assertive.

"Hey- is there some kind of issue with us?" He asked with a casual grin, though his voice was quiet and his eyes flickered between you and Rafe - who was wrestling Kelce a few metres away.

You didn't answer. You hadn't expected him to actually have the nerve to try to speak with you again: Instead, you just thinned your eyes at him and turned away, climbing out of the pool and heading towards the pool house to make yourself another drink. You turned around to offer to make drinks for everyone else too, but decided that you weren't going to shout over the playful chaos or even try to get Rafe's attention when he was so gleefully beating up one of his best friends.

The air inside the pool house was cool against your exposed skin, outside still being humid and warm despite the now dark night sky. It was refreshing and you took a few deep breaths of the air conditioned coolness before opening the liquor cabinet, deciding that a gin and lemonade would be the right thing to soothe your nerves. Goosebumps raised across your arms and a shiver ran down your spine as you popped open the lid, then you heard the sound of someone entering the room from behind you.

"Is this about last summer? Because I was a bit rough that one time?" Bryce sounded annoyed, but almost amused as he once again placed his hand on your shoulder, causing you to sharply turn around.

You shoved his hand from you and hissed your reply, not expecting the words to come out with the force that they did.

"A bit rough? You fucking roofied me. I didn't want to have sex with you-"

"Roofied you?" He cut you off with a sharp scoff, the amusement in his tone increasing with the aggression in his eyes. "You said that you wanted to get fucked up and forget some stupid drama. I gave you what you wanted!"

You felt your teeth grit and your fists clench as you looked up into his unaffected eyes, remembering how you hadn't been able to scrub his touch from you for weeks after it had happened. Remembering how you'd secretly cried after sleeping with Rafe for the first couple of times, uncertain exactly of why but just knowing that your body felt wrong. Remembering how he'd entirely taken advantage of you in an already low state, and then completely violated you.

"Fuck you." You spat out, struggling to keep your composure. "Get out of here."

"Why? You scared you lover-boy's gonna find out you're not as innocent as he thinks you are?"

"Get out of here, Bryce." You repeated, refusing to back down despite the dampness that you could feel struggling to get past your waterline.

"Or what?" He grinned, though his tone was as hissing as yours.

Then he grabbed your wrists, easily squeezing them in one hand, like he knew that you were about to shove him away. Did he have some kind of sixth sense when it came to harassing women? The colour drained from your face, and although you logically knew that it would be near impossible for him to hurt you and get away with it, in that moment you found yourself considering what you would tell Rafe if he walked in. Like he would be catching you in the act of something awful, like it was your fault that Bryce had ever touched you in the first place. Your breath caught in your throat and you couldn't even think of what to respond to his taunt with.

"What the hell is going on in here?"

Your head turned sharply to see Georgia stumbling in with furrowed brows, her eyes darting between you both and quickly noticing your discomfort. You'd never felt so grateful to hear her ditsy, slurred voice in all your time of knowing her.

Bryce straightened up immediately, his eyes that had just seemed so black returning to their normal shade along with his signature relaxed grin. He cleared his throat and quickly removed his hand from you before stepping away.

"I think Y/N needs to drink some water. She's drank a bit too much." He said to Georgia with a smile and a nod, then walked back out to the pool.

A few moments passed, you hadn't realised how heavy you were breathing until the volume of your heartbeat in your ears finally lowered.

"What was that?" Georgia asked.

You didn't answer, still catching up with your senses, unsure of whether you were going to cry or not.

"Y/N? What was that? You looked terrified." She repeated, stumbling closer to you, eyes wide with concern.

"I-It was nothing." You replied quietly, looking to the floor.

"That was not nothing, you're literally shaking. Should I get Rafe?-"

At that your eyes darted back up to hers and you desperately cut her off.

"N-No... You can't tell anyone!"

"O-Okay. Of course not. Just tell me what's happening, Y/N. You're scaring me."

And you opened your mouth to answer - to quickly soothe her fear. But the words wouldn't come out, nor would they soothe anything. A heavy silence hung in the air and Georgia's previously worried expression turned into one of unfortunate understanding.

"That rumour about him. It’s true, isn’t it?" She said quietly, a shiver running down her spine.

You nodded and she was quick to pull you into a hug, and although you appreciated the sentiment, you didn't want it.

"Oh my God, Y/N. Why didn't you say? Oh come here. I'm so sorry he's even been around you. We've got to get him out of here. We need to make sure all women stay away from him, we've got to tell everyone-"

"No." You were quick to cut her off again, speaking in a tone of certainty. "Rafe cannot know! No one can know. I don't want anything to do with any of this. I just want him to stay far away from me and let me forget it."

Georgia's brows crossed lightly at that, as if she couldn't understand you at all.

"B-But he should go to prison. And if you're not going to do that... how else do we stop it from happening to anyone else?"

"Just let everyone know he's a perv- I don't know Georgia! Just leave my name out of it. You promise?"

With a deep sigh and a hesitant nod, she promised. Her eyes suddenly examining you with a new look of unsettlement.

"I'm gonna go home anyway, tell Rafe I drank too much." You mumbled, walking towards the door without looking back up at her.

"Okay, that's probably a good idea."

When you finally stepped back out into the garden it felt like it had been hours, though it had only realistically been less than ten minutes. You were quick to slide on your clothes over your wet bikini and tell Rafe that you needed to leave. Georgia backed you up by claiming that you'd been sick in the pool house toilet whilst she was in there - something that once again appreciated but also hated. It turned the slightly unimpressed expression on Rafe's face to one of amusement.

"Aww my poor angel, too sweet to handle the booze?" He teased, stretching out of the pool and shaking himself dry, stumbling slightly.

"Did you get it everywhere?" Taunted Elle with a giggle that you completely ignored.

You were distracted by the comfort of Rafe's arms around you, feeling so suddenly and profoundly safe that your waterline no longer needed to hold anything back. And when Rafe heard your sniffle, it was like his body sobered up entirely, suddenly stiffening and his voice going serious.

"Okay, okay. We're going babe. We'll go on my bike." He whispered.

And although you would've usually argued at the prospect of him driving so intoxicated, you were feeling a desperate anxiety unlike any you'd ever experienced in your time with Rafe, and the world felt like it was caving in on you. You were only able to breathe properly again once you were speeding down the road, your arms wrapped tightly around Rafe's waist and the wind feeling sharp against your skin. You pressed your face into his back and could feel his heartbeat, vibrating like the drum beat of a battle tune, and let more tears fall, though you weren't entirely sure why. You were with Rafe now, he would always protect you. Maybe you were just a bit shook up.

When the bike finally came to a stop and you both got off, Rafe pulled you into a tight hug before you could step towards the house. He placed a kiss on the top of your head and then gently wiped away a tear falling from your eye with his thumb, which felt so big next to your face.

"What's wrong baby?"

"I don't know, I- I drank too much." You stumbled on your words with a sniffle.

Rafe's brows furrowed slightly, examining the way that you couldn't keep your eyes locked onto his and the nervous fidgeting that you were doing with your hands.

"I've seen you drink a lot more. You've been acting weird all day." He pressed, his voice still soft but getting sterner. "Has something happened?"

He had given you the perfect opportunity to confess, his jaw stiff with the anxiety of waiting for your answer, and for a second you almost told him the truth, your lips quivering. But when they opened, it was just so much easier to let a lie out.

"No- I- I don't think I drank enough water. I really don't feel good. I hate being sick, C-Can we just go inside please? I r-really want a shower, and then cuddles."

The sweet tone of your question faded the clarity that rafe had started to see with, a little smile pulling at the corner of his lips. He knew that your favourite thing at the end of a stressful day was to take a long, hot shower and then curl up in bed next to him, watching a show or scrolling through your phone. It made him feel good inside to know that he could bring you that kind of comfort - that after a bad day, he would be the thing to make it better. And so he was quick to nod and lead you inside, keeping his arm around your waist until you parted ways at the bathroom door.

Whilst you scrubbed at your skin and silently cried under the pounding water, Rafe was none-the-wiser. He still didn't understand why you had been crying, and he had found your behaviour strange, but he didn't suspect that anything serious had occurred. Maybe one of the girls had made a mean comment and you were just drunkenly overreacting, or maybe being sick had just made you want to cry for some reason - that seemed most likely. Whatever the reason, he was quite intoxicated and soon became distracted with the task of making you some toast and bringing it upstairs on your favourite pink plate along with a glass of water and some paracetamol, then tidying the bed and finding something to watch.

When you finally came out of the bathroom, wrapped in one of his huge towels, you seemed tired and emotional - but nothing too out of the ordinary. Just the result of a day of drinking in the sun. Rafe switched on a nature documentary and let you cuddle up to his side, silently marvelling to himself at how sweet you looked in your linen nightdress as you mumbled things about the animals on screen. He chuckled and playfully argued with some of your remarks, like trying to convince you that he could single handedly take on a mountain lion, and you slowly fell asleep, feeling surprisingly peaceful.

"I love you." You'd whispered.

"I love you too." Rafe returned, lightly kissing your head before you fully drifted into the realm of unconsciousness.

Part 2 will be uploaded asap! I promise a few days max! I hope y’all enjoy this it took me ages to write lol.

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formulafanfics13 · 1 day ago

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Feral & Factory-Tuned - Mercedes

Masterlist

summary: You’re not on the payroll, not in the paddock guide, not technically on the team. But somehow, you’re always in Mercedes hospitality — eating crisps, stealing hoodies, and driving Toto Wolff to the brink of insanity. They should kick you out. Instead, they feed you cut fruit and call you family.

warnings: fluff, chaotic humour, found family dynamics, unhinged energy, upside-down lounging, light emotional softness, implied long-term friendship with the team, Toto being an exhausted father figure, George and Lewis being your favourite menaces

You're in Lewis's driver room, lying upside down on his sofa with your legs hanging over the backrest and your head almost on the floor. There's an ice cube melting in your mouth and someone's hoodie wrapped around your waist like a blanket. You're not entirely sure if it's George's or Lewis's, or maybe it's Toto's, because it smells expensive and stressful.

George is in the corner FaceTiming his mum. You keep hearing snippets like "Yes, she's still here, Mum," and "No, she hasn't been a nuisance," and "Honestly, I think Toto likes her more than me at this point."

You flash him a peace sign and stick your tongue out. He flips you off. With love.

Lewis walks in a minute later, towel around his neck, shirt half-buttoned, hair damp from a quick post-race rinse. He freezes in the doorway when he sees your position. "You good?"

"Peachy."

"You're upside down."

"I'm rebirthing."

George snorts from the corner.

Lewis drops the towel on your stomach like he's throwing a blanket over a stray cat. "You're unhinged."

"You love me."

"Unfortunately," he says, and ruffles your hair. "You want anything from catering?"

"I want your entire career earnings in cash, a pet goat, and some nuggets."

"I'll see what I can do."

George clicks his phone off. "Mate, she's been like this all day."

"She needs a nap."

"I need a raise," you mutter.

Lewis leans down and kisses your forehead. "You need therapy."

"I have Toto."

That's when Toto himself walks in. On the phone. In a black Mercedes tee, sleeves rolled up, face stormy like always, except the second he sees you, upside down and wrapped in God-knows-who's hoodie, he reaches over and flips your legs down so you're sitting normal again.

He doesn't say a word about it. Just pats your head like you're a feral pet he's begrudgingly come to love.

"Yes, I'll call you later," he says into the phone, and hangs up. Then to you, "Did you eat lunch?"

"Yes, Dad."

He narrows his eyes. "Real lunch?"

"Define real."

Lewis raises a hand. "She stole my protein bar. That count?"

Toto sighs like you're the reason his blood pressure is high. "She's more work than the car."

George grins. "But she's faster in the simulator."

You gasp. "George."

"Lies," Lewis says. "You barely use the brake pedal."

"That's because braking is for cowards."

Susie walks in right then, perfect timing as always, holding a glass container full of cut fruit and a bottle of water. "I brought you something," she says, pressing it into your hands. "Because I know you've eaten nothing but crisps and vibes today."

You blink up at her. "Mum?"

"Don't call me that," she warns, but she's smiling.

Toto looks at her like he's been proven right. "See?"

"She's sweet," Susie defends. "She's just... feral."

"I'm a Mercedes puppy," you say proudly.

"You're a tax write-off," George mutters.

Lewis pulls you up off the couch, drags you into a side hug, and says into your hair, "We love you, you little disaster. Just don't break anything, yeah?"

You eat your fruit in Lewis's room, curled between him and George like some weird, chaotic sibling sandwich. Susie sits in the corner with her iPad. Toto's on the phone again, pacing. Someone starts throwing grapes at you and you don't even notice who, because this is just normal.

You don't work for Mercedes. But Mercedes works around you. And that's enough.

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mysteryshoptls · 19 hours ago

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R Idia Shroud - C&D Diner Vignette

Our… Fries… Are…

[Crisp & Dips]

―First day after opening

Idia: Sigh… There's so much to do 'round the kitchen that I can't let up for even a 'mo.

Idia: Meh, at least it's better than having to do any of that customer service stuff.

Lilia: Idia～ Table 4's calling for you. You made those fries earlier, right?

Idia: Eh… Y-Y-Y-Yeah, but… Wh-Why me…!? I-I'm no good with customers…

Lilia: Looks like they really wanna talk to you.

Azul: If they're looking to talk to the kitchen staff, then it'll either be compliments towards the food… or a complaint.

Customer A: What, that blue-haired guy made it!? Get over here, now!

Idia: P. SURE IT'S GONNA BE A COMPLAINT, THOUGH!!??

Lilia: Their voice was a little raised, sure… But I'm sure it'll be fine. In any case, go hear them out.

Idia: I-I don't wanna… S-Someone deal with them for me. Like maybe our guild leader Cater-shi…!

Lilia: He's working with customers right now. I'm also busy, so go on, see what they want!

[Lilia makes him go to the floor]

Idia: Eep! D-Don't forcibly drag me from the kitchen…!

Idia: UuuggghHHHhhh… I'm gonna explode with anxiety from not knowing what they're gonna say, PLUS having to talk to a stranger…!

Customer A: Geez, you're here, finally…

Idia: Uh…...... U-Um… Wh…... Wh-what can I do for you…?

Customer A: These potato fries ain't fried enough, obviously! I like it when it's completely crispy both inside and out!

Idia: Eh… Huh…!? B-But… Th-That's not…

Customer A: Fry me up a new batch! And make sure you make 'em extra crispy!

Idia: B-B-B-But… U-Um… Our… Fries… Are…

Customer A: HUH!? STOP SQUAWKING AND GO AND FRY 'EM UP!!

Idia: RIGHT AWAAAAAY～～～!

[Idia runs away]

Idia: Wheeeew, I finally made it back to the kitchen… [inhales deeply]

Idia: That... ARROGANT PRICK!! Who do they think they are? Couldn't even wait for my explanation…

Idia: What, are those things on the side of their head just decorations? Ughhhhhh, those types never listen!

Idia: The menu clearly says that "Our fries are soft and fluffy on the inside," so why're they complaining about crispiness!?

Idia: Plus, it's written in 48pt font! Who cares how they like it!? THIS 100% AIN'T MY FAULT!!!

Idia: And LOL they just kept saying crispy, like, c'mon, you're the crispy one here, my guy. That should be good enough.

Lilia: You should've just said that to them right then and there. Why'd you agree to re-make them?

Idia: O-O-O-O-Obviously, it's 'cause there's no way I can make convo with someone I've never met before, face-to-face!

Cater: I can't believe something like that happened when I was off dealing with some other people. Looks like we got ourselves a problem customer.

Idia: If that's how they're gonna play it, oh, I'll give them a new batch of fries… Just how they like it…

Idia: They want crispy? I'll show them crispy… I'll make them something that'll shut them up for good!

Cater: I-Idia-kun!? Your eye's are looking a little scary there.

Lilia: Looks like the fire's been lit underneath him.

Idia: I'ma utterly destroy their stupid complaint with my "super thorough" cooking. They're gonna regret ever asking me to make 'em extra crispy!

Lilia: Alrighty then, I'm off to bring the re-made fries to table 4～

[Lilia leaves the kitchen]

Idia: Fheeheehee… This is my best work yet! No way they can say it's not crispy!

Idia: I threw the fries into oil heated to the highest temp and let 'em cook in there 'til they were pretty much burnt, pretty much fried them 3x over!

Idia: These truly are the crispy fries to rule them all! Fried over and over and over again, they're a whole new type of crispy～!

Idia: Who knows what'll happen once they put it in their mouth? But that's what they asked for, soooo!

Azul: Visually, those fries look like dead tree branches. I do believe another complaint will be imminent.

Idia: Who cares? Whatever happens is their own fault.

[Lilia comes back]

Lilia: Idia～ That customer's calling for you again!

Idia: Eep!! A-A-A-Again!?

Azul: See, here comes the complaint…

Idia: N-Nooo, I don't wanna go out there! I'm never leaving the kitchen again!

Azul: You fried it as requested, did you not? Even if they complain, you should just repeat back to them what you were just saying.

Idia: C-Come on～! How many times do I hafta tell you that I can't hold a convo face-to-face with people…!?

Lilia: You can't just keep avoiding things you don't like. This is for your own good. Go on out there!

[Lilia kicks him out of the kitchen]

Idia: Eeeeeeeep, don't just shove me out there like this!

Idia: Ah… Uh… D-D-D-D-D-Did… D-Did you… call for me…?

Customer A: Yeah, you…!

Customer A: This is great! These are the tastiest fries I've ever eaten in my life!

Idia: Eep! S-Sorry, I…! …Wait, what!? Uh…

Customer A: THIS IS THE SORT OF CRISPINESS I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR…!!! Both the frying amount and the texture are perfect!

Idia: U-Uh-huh…

Idia: W-Wut…? No matter what angle you look at it, it's way too burnt and there's no way it's got any flavor…!

[Azul and Lilia, watching from the sidelines]

Azul: Oh my, so it was words of praise. It seems our chef here hasn't grasped that and is still quite spooked.

Lilia: Kheeheehee. Doesn't matter if it's a compliment or a complaint, he really is bad with customers, huh～

Customer A: I really liked these. I'll come by tomorrow for some more!

Idia: Eeeeeek! P-P-P-Please, no...

Requested by @farfalla049.

#twisted wonderland #twst #idia shroud #cater diamond #azul ashengrotto #lilia vanrouge #twst idia #twst cater #twst azul #twst lilia #twst translation #twst happy popcorn

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steddie-island · 2 days ago

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Fighting Dirty

Another late @corrodedcoffinfest fest fill, for day 9: Teenage Dirtbag Also written for @steddiebingo round 1 prompts: Fragile, clothed sex Rating: E | WC: 1000 | Tags: Season 2, canon-typical violence, mild blood play, biting, dry humping

ao3 | Divider credit

Steve Harrington's lip was bleeding again. Eddie knew this because he'd been watching Steve try to staunch the trickle of blood with his tongue for half an hour.

It wasn't working for Steve. Eddie, however, had been fighting getting chubbed up as he watched pink against red, red against pink, as he imagined the coppery tang if he were to lick into Steve's mouth. Maybe he could dig his teeth in, open it up, make him an even bigger mess than Hargrove already had.

"I'd threaten to kick your ass if you don't stop staring but we both know I would lose."

Eddie had been so engrossed in watching Steve's mouth he hadn't even noticed Mrs. Click leaving the room. He schooled his expression to look bored. "It's not everyday you get to see the fall of the monarchy. I'm just appreciating it."

Steve huffed out a humorless laugh that reopened the cut again. "By all means, don't let me stop you."

"Thanks." Eddie jerked his chin towards Steve. "Tell me you at least got in a hit or two before he rearranged your face."

"A few, yeah." Steve pushed his thumb against his lip hard enough for the flesh around it to turn white. Eddie wondered whether those perfect teeth were digging into the other side hard enough to cut him again. "They just made him fight dirty."

Eddie shook his head to clear the thought of Steve's lips from his mind and to show his disappointment. "You should've fought dirtier."

"I'll think about that next time I'm unconscious." Eddie was pretty sure Steve meant for it to sound like a joke, but those pretty brown eyes shuttered over and he lifted his hand like he was going to touch his head, only he stopped midway.

"You should learn to fight dirty first, then. Before you're unconscious."

Steve arched an eyebrow. "And who's gonna teach me, Munson? You?"

"I could." Eddie reached down to pull out the pocket knife he kept hidden in his boot. "I haven't made it this far playing by the rules."

Steve's eyes tracked the movement of the blade as it was opened, the tip pressed into the top of the desk. "And what do you get out of this arrangement?"

Huh. Steve wasn't saying no. "Who says I get anything?"

"No one does anything for free."

Steve's lip had finally stopped bleeding. His tongue poked out to prod at it before catching it between his teeth. It took the barest of pressure to spill more blood. Maybe Steve hadn't actually been trying to stop it. Maybe he liked the spark of pain, too.

Eddie lifted the tip of the blade from the hole he'd been burrowing. He used it to gesture to Steve's mouth. "I get to kiss it better."

If Steve was surprised he didn't show it. "Okay."

"Okay?" Eddie folded his knife back into itself. "We got a deal?"

Steve gave a nod. "We've got a deal."

Steve made the prettiest wounded sound when Eddie tugged on his bottom lip. The tang of blood was overwhelming as Eddie licked into Steve's mouth, as he swallowed down another moan and pushed towards Steve's body.

"Jesus—" Steve's lips, chin, and throat were smeared with spit and blood.

Steve's polo mussed his hair as it was pulled over his head. Eddie's fingers threaded into long locks to pull but Steve's hand around his wrist stopped him. "Not this time," he murmured. "Plate to the head, remember?"

"What? No I don't—" Eddie's jaw clicked as the words registered. "Billy…"

"We can keep going. I wanna keep going," Steve said quickly, cutting him off. "Just— no hair pulling now."

"Okay." Eddie cradled Steve's head in his palm carefully and guided his head back. "You know where else you'll bruise so pretty?"

Steve's breath was a shudder as Eddie's lips pressed to his pulse point. He held on tight with his other arm, and then his teeth were digging in hard against Steve's throat. The bruise would be dark, impressive, fucking painful.

The desperate way Steve humped up towards Eddie's body, the hard line of his cock, the blunt nails digging into his back, it spurred Eddie on to try to bite a little harder. When he finally pulled off he let his teeth drag just for the hell of it.

Steve pulled him in for another blood tainted kiss. Their bodies met again and again, a rough push and pull. Steve's hand slipped into Eddie's jeans to grip at his ass while Eddie's hand tugged Steve's leg up and over his hip. Steve licked into Eddie's mouth and Eddie gave a hard suck.

And just like that Steve was shaking apart beneath him with these breathy little moans.

"Oh fuck—" Eddie broke the kiss to watch the way those dark lashes fluttered. There was a smear of blood on Steve's mouth, his chin, left on his neck by Eddie's lips. "Jesus Christ, Steve…"

Steve full body shivered before finally slumping back down against the floor of the van. "Holy shit…"

Eddie huffed a laugh against Steve's mouth and made to move away so Steve could clean himself up.

"No you don't." Steve held him in place with one arm while a hand snaked between their bodies, into Eddie's jeans.

Steve's hand was big and warm and a little too dry but Eddie got lost in the contact, in having Steve's mouth on his own throat now. It was quick and dirty and over too fast, with Eddie coming over Steve's fist and bare stomach.

"Shit—" Eddie just barely managed to catch himself on his forearms before all of his weight fell down on top of Steve. He buried his face in Steve's shoulder to hide his laughter. "If that's how you're planning on fighting dirty, you better plan on people picking a lot more fights with you."

Steve shoved him off with a laugh and a, "Fuck you, Munson." that Eddie tucked away for a rainy day.

#Steddie #Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson #Stranger Things fic #Steddie fic #kintsugi_kid ao3 #I'll make a CC Fest post tomorrow probably but it is 2 in the morning right now #And I need to get my ass into bed lol

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mysticwolfshadows · 2 days ago

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I was thinking about Merlin and reincarnation. And I always see them reincarnated into modern day, but I wanna see Merlin and Arthur in Camelot are reincarnations.

With the way the druids talk about Emrys and the prophecy about the Once and Future King, I can see a story hundreds of years before Camelot, of a previous Arthur (lets call him Carwyn), a low and struggling peasant, going to pray at an altar to the great god Emrys. And Emrys comes down and is just, "sure I'll help, I'm kinda bored anyway." Which leads to adventures of this powerful god of magic (and probably dragons, with his children being dragons and dragonlords) frantically protecting his favorite human, who despite being a peasant, has a strong moral compus and the urge to protect people, and gets into fights he shouldn't.

And I love the idea that Carwyn is Arthur's ancestor, and Emrys, who holds the title 'Pendragon', gifted the title to Carwyn as a surname to show his divine right to rule. So Carwyn Pendragon becomes the first lord/king of the land they're in, believed to be blessed/favored by the God of Magic, while Emrys is hiding his divinity, pretending to be his right hand man (manservant).

And of course, it has to get angsty, and the reason the reincarnated is because Emrys looked away from Carwyn for just a moment during a fight, and Carwyn dies. And as Carwyn is dying, Emrys panics and binds their souls together, because as an immortal he can't tie. But by binding their souls, Emrys gives up part of his immortality, allowing him to die physically, but his and Carwyns souls to linger and be able to reincarnate.

As for what this means for Arthur and Merlin? I imagine that they'd have dreams, or intuitively know things (part of why they became friends so quickly). Like, imagine the context of their first meeting. Merlin, who sees the knife throwing and subconsciously remembers Carwyn doing something similar and going to far in training to protect, and says the same thing that Emrys would have. "That's enough my friend." And Arthur scoffs, looks up, and for the barest second has a moment of recognition. He asks, half mockingly, "Do I know you?" Making Merlin realize that he was speaking to a stranger, that even if he felt like he knew this man his whole life, he didn't.

And I just want to see more reincarnation AU's where Arthur and Merlin were the new lives, instead of the old.

#merlin bbc #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merlin #arthur #fanfic #fanfic idea #can you tell I've thought about this to much?

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illusory-nomad · 3 days ago

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04 OUT OF FRAME!! - He's Better at Walking in Heels Than I Am

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME!! masterlist

Word count : 1605

TW : slightlty mild language, implied bullying

PhantomNote: r u free tomorrow

PhantomNote: i recommended u 2 a friend

PhantomNote: she wants 2 to take over the entertainment world

RomCom: You recommended me w/o telling me??

RomCom: Wow 😔

PhantomNote: suck it up

PhantomNote: free or not

PhantomNote: at like 12

RomCom: You can come to Studio Lunaire tomorrow. I have a shoot until 2?? I'll let the staff know abt your visit b4hand

RomCom: We can even eat dinner together after

RomCom: N maybe you can even let me n your friend get to know each other better

RomCom: Iyk what I mean 😏

PhantomNote: don't do that

PhantomNote: trust me

RomCom: 😔💔

"Tell me a bit about this Romance guy."

"I trained with him back then. For quite a while," Mystery explained to Y/N as they walked to Studio Lunaire. "I think he has a good voice... But..."

"But...?" Y/N raised a brow.

"He flirts with everyone."

"Ah..."

"It's not that bad, don't worry," Mystery assured her as they entered Studio Lunaire. "Fortunately, he knows what boundaries are."

Inside the studio, the receptionist flashed them a smile, though her gaze felt off when it landed on Y/N, "good afternoon. You must be Romance's guests."

"Yes, we are," Mystery nodded, "has his break not started?"

"It will start soon, but I'll let you come in first," she answered, placing two visitor tags on the table for them. "Follow me, please."

They were led into the studio where amongst the lights, camera, and crew was a man posing elegantly as the cameras snapped pictures of him. His styling perfectly highlighted his elegance, but only one part of the look caught Y/N's eye.

"Damn, he's better at wearing heels than I am," she marveled, brows furrowing.

The cameraman snapped a few pictures and gave them a quick glance before raising a thumbs up, "Okay! Five minute break!"

"Romance, your guests are here!" the receptionist announced. Romance turned around, grinning at the sight of his friend, and made his way towards him. The sound of his heels clicking against the floor was professional to say the least, and it almost intimidated Y/N how good he looked strutting their way.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite singing phantom," Romance greeted. "It's always lovely to see you."

"Likewise," a small smile tugged on Mystery's lips.

"And who might you be, dearie?" Romance chuckled, looking straight into Y/N's eyes. "My heart tells me I've seen those pretty eyes of yours before."

"Because you probably have... Unless you've been living under a rock," Mystery rolled his eyes. "Romance, Y/N. Y/N, Romance."

That made Romance's eyes widen, "Y/N? As in ex-Huntr/x member Y/N?"

"I prefer just 'Y/N'," Y/N deadpanned.

"Hm, feisty. I like it," he winked. "I assumed Mystery already told you we're having dinner together later?"

"I didn't even say yes," Mystery tried to protest.

"Sounds lovely, but I have work," Y/N plastered a sweet smile on her face. "You two enjoy your date."

"Shame. I'd love to get to know you."

"You'd love to get to know everyone."

"Shut up, Mystery." Romance scoffed. "Anyways, what can I do for you, just Y/N?"

"I'm looking for people to form a boy band," Y/N answered. "Mystery recommended you."

Romance froze. He heaved out a sigh, then turned to Mystery, a small humorless smile on his lips, "So, this was the position you recommended me for? A pretty face for another group?"

"I recommended you because you're good, not because you're pretty," Mystery scowled. "Your face is just a bonus."

Romance glanced at Y/N, as if she was going to start confirming that yes, she was just looking for a pretty face.

"He's right: your face is just a bonus," Y/N shrugged. "Sure, pretty faces sell well, but if that's all you got, then I wouldn't have bothered with you. Plus, I bet Mystery knows that if he dared recommend someone who's 'just a pretty face', I would've pulled his bangs so far back, he wouldn't need a forehead reveal stream."

"Uh... Huh..."

"But, yeah. I think you're a good fit," Y/N smiled.

"How do you know that?" Romance smirked. "You've never seen me sing or dance before."

"Darling, I'm recruiting people to topple South Korea's biggest girl group. I'd be an idiot to not do my research," Y/N whipped out her phone and opened one of the links Mystery had sent her the previous night. A video popped up, showing Romance a few years back, singing in a studio. "This is you, right?"

"You sent her my trainee days clips?" Romance frowned at Mystery.

"For evaluation purposes..." Mystery mumbled, looking away.

"You can sing, and you can dance," Y/N continued, turning off her phone. "I'd love to have you in my group."

"I'm honored, dear," Romance chuckled, placing a hand over his chest. "Unfortunately, I'm not quite sure about this."

"You don't have to decide now," Y/N grabbed a tissue and pen from a nearby table, then jotted down her contact number, "and you don't have to join if you're not up for it. But I'd love to have you in the group. Or maybe if you want to help us find members or know someone who might be interested, you can let me know."

She handed the tissue to Romance.

"Alright, I'll think about it," Romance nodded, taking the tissue.

"Okay then," Y/N turned towards the door. "I have work, so I'll be going now—"

"Of course, I'd be more willing if you go out with me, though."

That made Y/N stop in her tracks, then stare at him with an arched brow.

"Mystery, this guy's pissing me off. You can bark at him if you want to."

"Y/N, I'm not barking at Romance."

After Romance's photoshoot wrapped up, he and Mystery went to a noodle shop they often went to together during their trainee days. The faint clatter of chopsticks paired with the sound of the TV in the corner took them back to the night they agreed to leave the trainee life behind.

"Why did you agree to help her anyways?" Romance raised a brow, resting his chin on his hand. "I thought you were done with idol life. Didn't think you'd come crawling back."

"Didn't think you were still bitter about it either." Mystery jabbed. "For a guy who goes around trying to be chill, you're kind of failing."

"Ouch, so cold," Romance chuckled, placing a hand over his heart. "But I suppose it's expected for a streamer called PhantomNote."

They were quiet for a moment.

"Y/N is different," Mystery mumbled. "She always fights for what's right. Someone like her wouldn't mistreat people like us, and I highly doubt she'd see you as nothing but a pretty face... Especially after what happened to her."

"People like us? As in turned away idiots?"

"You can say that..."

"And how do you know the group she'll make ends up successful?" Romance asked again. "She doesn't have the best reputation right now. You know her plan will definitely work?"

"I don't. But I didn't join for success," Mystery answered. "I thought this was a second chance for me. Maybe she can prove me wrong... That I can actually shine on stage..."

That made Romance think for a moment. He looked down at the tissue Y/N gave him in between his fingers, "second chance, huh..."

He stared at the number, lost in his own thoughts. Back then, he started off as a model, and was offered a chance to be an idol. He accepted, but was met by the harsh way people saw him.

'You'd sell thousands of albums just by standing there!'

'Him? In our evaluation group?'

'Can he even sing? Or dance?'

'He's only here because he looks good.'

'Stop stealing spots from people who actually have talent!'

He had left shortly after, begrudgingly accepting the fact that the world only saw him as someone with nothing but a pretty face.

But if even Mystery was chasing a second chance? Maybe he could too.

Maybe Y/N can prove him wrong too.

Him, and perhaps this other brat who she'd definitely be interested in.

At 4 AM, just as Y/N was finishing up a demo track and her fifth cup of coffee, her phone lit up with an unknown number.

"Do you know what time it is?!" she scolded the person on the other line. "No, I'm not interested in an office job—!"

"Ah, sorry," Romance's familiar voice chuckled through the line. "Sounds like you're not getting any beauty sleep either."

"Oh, it's you," Y/N calmed down. "Did you decide to join my quest in world domination? Or are you just here to recommend people?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Both," he hummed. "I'll join your group. And I know someone you can try to scout. I'm not sure if he'll accept, but I think you'll be blown away by his talent."

"That's great!" Y/N cheered, sitting up so fast she almost fell off her chair. "So, who is he?"

"A former trainee like me and Mystery, but he's a street rapper now," Romance explained. "There's a street festival tomorrow. He'll be participating in the rap event. The three of us can go check it out together."

"Sounds good. I'll clear my schedule," Y/N hummed. "It'll be a good way to scout other people too."

"Great, I'll send you the time and address after this. See you tomorrow then."

"Okay, see you—"

"Also, if I get a breakout from lack of sleep tomorrow, I'm blaming you."

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HeroicHipPOWH added PhantomNote and RomCom to the group.

Author's Note : Early update bcuz iz mah bday today 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️ I might post again on saturday idk 😭

Also uhhh I just checked n m suddenly alrd at 100 followers... 🧍‍♀️

I hv no idea where y'all came from but tysm for that 😭😭🫶

I hope you'll keep enjoying OUT OF FRAME!! Thank you n lotsa lovee 🥹🫶

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