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The Princess

Pairing: Mafia! Husbands! Poly! Ateez x Fem! Wife! Reader

Genre: Angst, a good chunck of fluff, a HINT of smut (no actual sex scenes of the sorts but they’re quite sexual towards each other)

Synopsis: If ATZ were asked what their prized possession is, they wouldn’t say what you think. It isn’t the money, the cars, the jewels, the priceless paintings or anything of the sorts. As cheesy and unexpected as it sounds, they would answer each other. Now while on surface that is true, the reality of it is their most prized possession, their true treasure, the one they don’t even dare let people know they have in true fear of it getting taken away, is you. Their Princess. So what would happen when one night, you don’t come home?

Warnings: Kidnapping, major violence, implied sexual activity, death/murder (not of the major characters), alcohol consumption, Arson, MxM of course. So because of all of this please ⚠️MNDI⚠️ if I missed anything please let me know!

Word count: 5.3k words

A/N: It’s finally here!!! My goodness you guys loved that teaser 😭 I’m so grateful for all your enthusiasm! I hope this fic lives up to your expectations!! Happy reading!! Please tell me what you think! Likes, replies and reblogs are so appreciated!

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On one side of the outskirts of town, there is this mansion belonging to a very interesting group of people. As of this moment throughout the gargantuan mansion, the sounds of fast paced footsteps can be heard. While loud or fast paced footsteps like these weren’t necessarily uncommon.

However somehow everyone who heard them deep down knew, something was wrong.

Suddenly said footsteps came to a stop as the sound of the door to the meeting room was opened.

Then the dreaded question was asked.

“My loves, have any of you seen or heard from Princess?”

Silence.

Just like that it became nothing but silence as all discussions of work seems to halt after hearing Yeosangs question.

“Is.. she not home yet?” Seonghwa asked softly.

“Well.. I can’t find her anywhere and she’s not answering her phone…”

“What?!” Wooyoung exclaimed as he quickly pulled out his phone and called her number.

Yunho took a glance to the clock on the wall and saw how late it was.

“It’s past her curfew. She knows she’s supposed to be home by now.”

“Forget that! She knows to always answer us. And she’s literally not answering us!” Wooyoung groans after the call goes unanswered.

“She’s just supposed to go shopping again!” Jongho exclaims.

The rest of the men in the room were silent. Frozen in fear and contemplation of what happened to you and where could you possibly be.

Suddenly they hear the front door open.

Believing its you, they wasted no time and quickly rushed down. However what they find are only your body guards, bloodied and bruised.

You?

Nowhere in sight.

At the sight of their bosses, your guards quickly got on their hands and knees. A position that screams begging for forgiveness.

“S-sirs! We’re sorry! So terribly sorry!! One second we were watching over her then the next we go-“

BANG

Hongjoong had no need for useless explanations or excuses.

His Princess was taken.

All he needs now is her back.

Mingi takes the gun from Hongjoongs hand and steps forward.

He kneels in front of one of the other guards and grabs him by the hair, positioning the gun under his chin.

“Where?”

“D-downtown! The alley near her favorite Chanel store!”

BANG

Jongho then takes the gun and aims it at the last guard.

“SIR! Please no forgive me!! I will find her! I will-“

BANG

Protecting you and making sure you come home safe was these guards only job. And yet they have failed.

Now they’ve lost you and to them there is no greater sin.

As Yunho is cleaning the blood off of Mingi’s face, Seonghwa turns to the maids and the henchmen stationed in the room. Clearly terrified as they’ve never seen their bosses so angry.

“Clean this up. We want this place spotless. Not a single trace of these sinners left behind. And get everyone to work. Find her. Check every corner. Turn every stone. Use any informant we have. Use any methods you can think of. Do what you must! And Find. Her. Now.”

With that they scrambled and quickly got to work.

Your husbands then left the room. Rage and determination emanating from their very being.

They will find you.

And those that took you will pay.

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At another mansion on the other side of town, much smaller than the one he calls home, San is residing. He's currently on an undercover mission to get information they need to get rid of this nuisance of a mafia.

This other group wasn’t really a threat. No one was. However they’ve been getting on their nerves for far too long. So they intended to just wipe them out for their own comfort. Silently, quickly and deadly. Like they always do. Furthermore it’ll maybe also send a message to other groups to not pull the same stunts.

So once they got wind of how the head of the mafia likes collecting and having ‘toys' around no matter the gender they knew one of them had to play the part.

After careful consideration and discussion they agreed upon San.

No one was entirely happy with the idea. They hated the thought that San had to flaunt what was theirs and let another man touch him, possibly even kiss him.

However they knew their options to make this quick were very limited.

They all drew the line that San cannot sleep with him though. Not like San ever wanted to anyway. He would rather die before betraying his loves like that.

Thankfully San knew how to play his part well, where he was fun enough to keep around even if he had yet to sleep with the man. Plus he's too pretty of an eye candy to be let go anyway.

However he still needed to get this information quick, cause he knew he couldn't play celibate forever. The man will eventually want to force him to sleep with him.

So he needed to get out of there before that happens.

Currently San is in the living room in nothing but a fur coat and his boxers, as how the man requests all his toys to dress, with said man and the rest of his toys.

He's just drinking his whiskey as the man plays, wishing he was back home.

When suddenly the door was slammed opened and a girl was thrown to the ground.

"Sir, we've retrieved what you've asked for!"

One of the henchmen announced loudly.

San acted uninterested and nonchalant as he usually does until he glanced at and unfortunately recognized the poor girl on the ground.

..Princess..?

Why were you here??

How were you here???

You’re supposed to be safe at home with the rest!

“Ah yes. So this is ATZ’s precious treasure.” The man said with a shit eating grin causing the diamonds in his teeth to shine in the light.

He then got up and made his way to kneel in front of you. The man then grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

San almost lost it.

How dare his filthy hands touch his Princess?! So roughly at that.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Let go of me you piece of shit.” You growled at him.

“Ah ah.. is this the way you talk to the only one that can spare yo- UGH! Fucking bitch!”

Before he even finished his sentence you spat straight into his face.

In retaliation he gave you a hard slap, knocking you down.

There your eyes met San.

While to an outsider San seemed unbothered, you knew your husband. He was beyond mad. So mad that the devil himself wouldn’t dream of messing with him.

You, of course, knew of his mission. So you understood why he had to just sit there and act like he didn’t know you.

You weren’t even upset.

You missed him too much. It was such a sight to see him again.

Especially in the outfit he’s in.

So you only give him the tiniest comforting smile. Letting him know that you’re okay.

“Lock her up. ATZ will come and find her soon. They’ll make the deal to get her back. And soon I’ll be the most powerful.”

As you were being dragged away, your eyes only lingered on San.

San could only take another sip of his whiskey, with only one thought in his head.

Oh how wrong this man was.

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“What do you mean you have no leads?!?” Mingi barked at the henchmen who gave him the update. Or lack there of.

“I’m sorry sir.. we’re still look-“

CRACK

“We don’t need your useless apologies. Get out there and FIND OUR WIFE. NOW!” Mingi didn’t even let him finish before hurling a heavy desk ornament straight towards his head and yelling at him again.

Bleeding from the head but grateful it wasn’t from a bullet hole, the henchmen hurriedly staggered over to give Mingi, Yeosang, and Wooyoung each a kiss on their rings that dawn their middle finger. Once the obligatory task of showing respect was done he left the room to continue searching for the lady of the household.

The room fell silent again as Mingi walks over to the big portrait of his husbands and you right in the middle. Smiling so wide and beautifully. He’d do anything to make sure that smile stays forever on your face and for him to always see it.

All of them would.

You’ve only been missing for less than 24 hours yet that’s longer than any of you have been apart these past few years without reason. Along with the fact that they knew you were taken forcibly, unease would be an understatement to describe what Mingi and the rest of them are feeling.

Then after a sigh, Wooyoung reached over and rung a bell that was on the desk. Which caused a maid with a tray of glasses and Wooyoung’s favorite bottle of liquor to enter.

Wooyoung took the bottle, disregarding the glasses and took a swig.

“Have we heard back from San? He needs to come home now. I already hated that he had to do this. Now with Princess gone, I need to know that he’s safe too. And I’m sure he’d also want to find her.” Wooyoung rambled, jittery due to the present status of his lovers are up in the air.

“We just sent the message to him. He’ll respond soon.” Yeosang sighed, trying to reassure him by also softly grabbing his hand. However he also then poured himself some of the liquor and took a sip.

Suddenly a rushed knock on the door was heard.

“Come in!” Mingi yelled.

“Sirs! A message from Sir San!” A different henchmen hurriedly walked in and dropped a small note on the table.

“Good. Now leave.” Wooyoung said.

The henchmen nodded, also kissing the rings on their fingers before leaving.

Yeosang then took the note. It was only two words but it caused him to jump up from his seat. He bellowed for whoever was nearby to come in.

“Get Captain! We need to leave now!!” He ordered firmly.

“What?! What did he say?!” Wooyoung asked also jumping up.

‘Causing Mingi to also step forward curiously.

Yeosang merely had to show them the note for them to understand.

‘She’s here.’

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Locked away in a small and quite frankly ugly room is currently where you are. Truth be told?

You’re just bored.

You wanted to go home.

Thats all.

You knew the second you were taken your husbands will bring upon hell on earth. So you’re just waiting for that to happen.

You’re not sure how they were able to figure out you were their wife in the first place though. Someone on your staff must’ve snitched. Well you can deal with them later.

Right now they just need to hurry and pick you up.

Ugh you bought such a pretty new dress to show off to them…

It’s probably ruined in that dingy disgusting alley by now.

Shame.

A loud thud can suddenly be heard outside of your locked door and it caused your heart to race. Soon the door unlocked to reveal the beauty that is Choi San.

“Sannie!!” You chirped excitedly.

You leaped from the bed only to be pulled back.

“Ugh! Stupid handcuff.” You grumbled. Completely forgetting it was there.

“Oh Princess!!” San said as he made his way to you in a flash, quickly uncuffing you. With a key you’re not so sure where he got it from. A knocked out guard possibly. No matter though.

As now with your arms free you can finally engulf your husband in a big hug once again.

“Oh my sweet darling! What happened?? How are you here???” He asked as he pulled away and checked every inch of you to see where you were hurt.

“I’m not sure my Sannie. One minute I was walking to the car then the next thing I knew these big oafs grabbed me and dragged me here. I’m fine though love! I promise! Minor bruises and scratches is all..” You explained and try to reassure him.

You knew it was in vain though as even a microscopic scratch on you will cause any of your husbands to go on a rampage.

The fact your old butler is now six feet under for giving you a small cut is proof enough.

“Princess.. you’re clearly hurt…” San said with a sigh. “We’re so sorry.. This should’ve never happened.” He apologized softly stroking the bruise on your cheek.

“Hush now my love. You know there’s only one way I could ever possibly be considered hurt. And that is if anything were to ever happen to my precious husbands. Only then. Will I ever consider myself harmed.” Pure love and sincerity lacing your voice.

A voice San truly does miss. It’s been weeks since he’s home. Oh how he misses it.

“Well it’s good to know the feeling is mutual darling. As seeing these bruises and scuffs on your precious skin brings me nothing but great agony and ignites a fire in me like no other.” He explained as he kisses each visible blemish and cut.

“Don’t worry Princess. The others will be here very soon alright? Just sit tight. I need to get back to work to avenge you darling.” Once finished with his reassurance that your husbands are on their way, he finally gives you a kiss you’ve been craving ever since he left the comforts of your home.

“Okay my love. Though do be quick. I’m awfully bored. Oh and by the way..” You start as you softly trail your hand down his chiseled body. “You should start dressing like this at home. I’m sure the others would also very much enjoy it!” You giggle as your hand made it to his crotch. Cupping it.

Oh you missed the little twitch it does so much.

“Ah yes, hmm your wish is forever my command Princess.” He replies with a chuckle. He then takes your hand and kisses the wedding band on your finger softly.

“I love you Princess. I’ll be back.”

“I love you too.”

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“Ah yes. Mr. Jeong. Welcome to my humble abode! I see my offer finally has caught your eye.”

Yunho doesn’t bother to reply before walking in.

“My, how rude you are. But very well. I’m sure you’re uneasy as.. something is missing.” The man then continues to taunt with a smirk.

Yunho’s face remains stoic, however his fist clenches a bit tighter.

“I have no time for your games.” Yunho simply states before letting himself into the mans office. Yunho then sits down and tells the man to do the same. “State exactly what it is you want. We’ll talk from there.”

The man lets out a scoff before sitting down across from him.

He then claps his hand which causes a very familiar man to walk in to bring in a tray of drinks.

“Thank you San.” The man says in a smirk, once again causing the diamonds in his mouth to shine.

San simply ignores him.

No longer seeing the need to act accordingly.

As San makes his way to leave, he gets stopped by a hand on his exposed abdomen.

“Excuse me. I don’t believe I’ve given you permission to touch my lovely toys.” The man warns Yunho.

Who is simply admiring his husband.

“Hmm… well, ‘your toy.’ Is quite the specimen I must say. Can’t seem to help myself.” Yunho says with a smirk towards San, running his hand up and down his body.

Oh lord how much they’ve missed each other’s touch.

With San’s back facing the man, he can’t see the smirk that San reciprocates to Yunho. Yunho lets out a soft chuckle before taking San’s hand and kissing his ring finger. That was unfortunately currently empty.

“Leave San.” The man growls.

San does. But not before softly grazing his fingers across Yunho’s broad shoulders.

“Odd.. he usually never lets anyone else touch him…” the man mumbles to himself softly. Too stupid to realize what’s going on.

“So you’ve stolen our Princess. Due to that you expect us to work with you. Is that it?” Yunho finally cuts to the chase.

“Well you’d do anything to get her back wouldn’t you?” The man replies cockily.

“Naturally.”

“Well then work with me. Then I’ll set her free. Simple!”

CRASH

“You’re a bigger idiot than we thought.”

Suddenly the sounds of bullets firing, screams and yells can be heard throughout the mansion.

The man, the coward he truly is, instinctively hides under the desk at all the noise. However that desks gets thrown off of him, revealing Yunho standing above him. Gun aimed straight to his forehead.

“Run.”

Without a second thought he books it out of the room. Only to be met with the bodies of his henchmen, maids and toys scattered about. Blood coating the walls and floors. He was frozen in shock. That is before a bullet goes flying near his head grazing his ear.

“AH!”

“I said. Run.”

The man once again runs, but also stupidly tries his luck and pulls out his own gun. Before he could even aim at Yunho, his gun was shot out of his hand.

“The more you try to survive. The less likely it’ll be the case. So when my husband tells you to run. You run.” Jongho simply states standing in the living room. Surrounded by dead bodies, shattered chandeliers, ruined paintings, and mangled musical instruments.

While he was devastated at the state of his fortune he was thankfully still smart enough to value his life more. So he began to rush again.

He thought that maybe he could take the shortcut that leads to his garage through his dining room. So thats where his running legs took him as bullets were still flying everywhere. So much so that he can’t tell which came from his own men and which came from ATZ.

As he made it into the dining room he was only met with the sight of his most precious car on top of his dining table.

“Oh? Were you planning on escaping with this? Hmm. That doesn’t seem possible now does it?” Seonghwa taunts while sitting on the roof of the car.

“All this over some girl?!?!” The man roars enraged of what has become of his hard work.

Seonghwa’s expression hardens in the blink of an eye. Without another word he stands and pulls out his gun then starts shooting at the man without mercy.

The man realizes his mistake too late and gets shot in the shoulder and grazed on the thigh. However the adrenaline pumping through his veins was still enough to have him dashing out of the room.

He no longer has a plan and getting slightly dazed from the blood he’s losing, he’s just trying to get out of there. He opens the nearest door to him hoping it’ll lead to an exit.

Unfortunately for him, once again he’s met with a horrible sight and sound.

“Ah! You’ve finally come to play!” Yeosang says with a smile laced with venom.

What the man has stumbled into is his indoor tennis courtroom. Where currently Yeosang and Yunho have gathered a bunch of his henchmen, somehow tied up their upper bodies, and made them into moving targets for their tennis practice.

Many of his henchmen had succumbed to their injuries and their blood has splattered and painted the walls, floor and ceiling.

Frozen in shock due to the gruesome display, Yunho took the opportunity to serve and strike a tennis ball straight to the mans face.

“Wonderful shot my love!!” Yeosang cheers.

“Your turn handsome.”

Yeosang then wastes no time before doing the same and hitting the man right on the crotch.

“Oops wasn’t aiming for that but I’ll take it.”

“I would say you got a higher score than me.” Yunho chuckles.

This man still doesn’t give up however.

Not like the boys wanted him too anyway. They always loved a challenge and this man hasn’t even payed a fraction of his sins.

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After hearing the commotion thats happening outside your ugly holding room, you knew it only meant one thing.

Your lovely husbands are finally here to pick you up.

While the man that thought he could have his way by kidnapping you was being dealt with, the door to your room opened revealing your knights in shining armor.

Oh my! They look absolutely gorgeous in their suits.

If circumstances were any different you would’ve happily have them take you right then and there.

“My loves!!!” You screeched happily and skipped your way over to them.

“Oh Princess!!!” Wooyoung exclaimed happily as he wrapped you up in his arms.

Seonghwa and Jongho doing the same.

“Are you hurt Princess??” Seonghwa asked worriedly. “Oh my you are! Oh we’re so sorry darling…” Seonghwa didn’t even let you answer.

“My loves I’m fine! I promise I’m fine! I have you here, I’m alright. Where are the others..?” You ask with a pout.

“Oh they’re dealing with pests right now Princess don’t worry. It won’t take them too long.” Jongho says with a soft comforting smile.

“Hmm alright.. are you three taking me home?”

“Yes we are darling! Come no- goodness! what an ugly room they kept you in!! Our Princess doesn’t deserve this?!” Wooyoung then exclaims when finally taking notice of the room. Genuinely upset that you were kept in such an ugly room.

“I know right?! It’s so tacky!!” You say with an eyeroll. Seonghwa and Jongho can only chuckle at your antics.

The three of them then safely brought you outside. Where you were met with Hongjoong waiting patiently on the hood of the limousine.

Also looking immensely good. As in ‘please fuck me right now’ levels of good.

Alas.

Circumstances didn’t allow it.

“Joongie!!!” You exclaim happily as you sprint to him.

Hongjoong quickly opens his arms for you. You jump into his arms as he picks you up and spins you around.

“Oh our Princess.. we were so worried. We’re so glad you’re okay!” Hongjoong sighs in relief.

“Of course I’m okay! You’re my husbands! Nothing will ever harm me!” You say with your gorgeous smile.

“You were taken sweetie.. We’re oh so sorry…”

“Oh enough with your apologies! I’m fine! I promise I’m fine! It seems like you guys constantly forget my vows! Now that hurts! You know I’m only ever hurt when you guys are!” You remind them.

“Well the bruises on your sweet body may not hurt you but they do hurt us sweetie. So that makes it hurt you!” Wooyoung explains going off your logic.

“Alright smarty pants!” You huff.

“Besides! You all bruise me constantly! Do you not?” You tease.

“Those are different love.” Seonghwa says with a knowing glance and grin. Stepping closer to you.

“You know that very well. Any bruising or scratches done to your skin that is caused by us is all because you wished for it. Done specifically for your pleasure.” Jongho says as he leans forward as well to kisses a certain spot under your jaw.

You quickly bit your lip to suppress the moan bubbling up your throat.

Once Jongho pulls away, and you’ve calmed down, you look at all of them properly and smile.

“In all seriousness I’m fine my loves. I really am. You’re here now. You saved me. Like I knew you would. What happened to me was not because of you. Someone betrayed us that I’m sure of and we can deal with that later. Now can you all just take me home?”

“Very well our sweet.” Seonghwa says with a smile as he steps forward to kiss the crown of your head.

As you were about to enter the car you noticed Hongjoong still just standing there.

“My love? Are you not coming with?” You ask.

“Not yet Princess. I need to watch over and there are things I must do. Go home with the others. We’ll be home soon.” He informs with a smile.

“Hmm very well… Don’t take too long though! Tell that to the others too! I miss my husbands!!” You grumble.

“And we miss you. No worries. Being away from you after everything that has happened aches me as much as you.”

“Hmm alright. See you soon my beloved.”

With a final flying kiss goodbye, you enter the car with the rest. You all then drive off as Hongjoong turns around and looks at the mess he intends to finish.

Back in what was once a mansion, with the help of his henchmen that are still abled bodied and loyal to him. The man that caused all of this is executing a plan of escape.

They were finally able to sneak past all of the chaos that was still happening, to the last functioning escape car they know of.

Or so they thought.

Before they could even start the car. That wouldn’t have worked anyway.

They noticed San standing in front of it.

With an expression none of them have ever seen.

“San..?” The man questions as he thought San would’ve been killed as well.

San without even thinking twice, pulls out his own gun and shoots the very last henchmen he had, dead.

Merely as second after their bodies slumped over, a fist slammed into the window of the mans side, cracking it.

“Get out.”

Laughed.

The man laughed.

Thats the only thing he can do in this situation.

Incredibly bloodied, bruised and broken.

With everything he had worked for.

Gone. In less than a 12 hours.

All because he thought he could kidnap you and get away with it.

He then finally got out and stood in front of Mingi.

Where Mingi happily grabbed him by the back of the collar and dragged him to the front of the mansion. Here he threw him down in front of the feet of his lovers that had stayed behind. Their sea of henchmen standing behind them.

Before Hongjoong even acknowledged him, he turned to San. Admiring his body that he missed as much as the others but then clicks his tongue. He grabbed the fur coat San was still wearing then asked.

“He gave you this?”

San simply nodded.

Scoffing he tugs on it more, silently telling San to take it off as he takes his own off.

“No husband of mine will wear such a cheap and ugly fur coat like this any longer.” He complains as he puts his coat on San.

Thankfully he wore the big sized one today. It fits San perfectly.

“H-husband..?”

“Yes. Husband.” Hongjoong replies still admiring San but now also running his hand up and down his body.

Now these are the touches San’s been craving for all these weeks.

“Oh which reminds me!” Yeosang exclaims before pulling out a familiar gold band.

Seeing this causes a huge smile to appear on San’s face and his eyes to light up.

As he did many years ago, Yeosang took San’s hand and slipped his wedding ring back right where it belongs. Kissing it to seal the deal.

“Hmm. Much better. Oh also! You should start dressing like this at home.” The smirk never leaving Hongjoong as he says it.

“I agree.” Mingi states.

The other lovers humming in agreement.

San could only chuckle.

“Princess said the same thing.”

“Well we must make it happen then.” Yunho said with a wide cheeky smile.

“What the fuck is going on?!”

Oh they forgot he was there-

“You really did mess with the wrong people you stupid man.” Yeosang sighs bored of the man already.

“I have a name?!”

“We clearly don’t care. And it clearly won’t matter anymore.” Mingi says with an eyeroll as he flicks open a lighter.

“So this is it? You’re gonna set me on fire?”

“Yes.” San says.

The mans eyes shot wide. Somehow not expecting the blunt answer.

“Not before you watch everything you have burn of course.” Hongjoong says as Mingi throws the lighter behind the man.

The lighter then lands in a trail of gasoline that leads to mangled furniture and fortunes that are strewn about, before leading to the actual mansion.

It doesn’t take long until everything goes up in flames.

The man watches in agony as everything. Everything. Burns. He then turns to the men and curses.

“You’ve taken everything.. literally everything. Must you really kill me too?” The man asks somehow still trying to make it out of this alive.

“I won’t bother you again… I’ll just vanish. Live a quiet life please. You won’t gain anything from killing me. You got her back!!!” He bargains.

SMACK

“Don’t even think about mentioning her again. No. Don’t even think about her. Your mind is not worthy to have her in it.” Hongjoong says after slapping him straight across the face.

“You’re right though. We won’t gain anything from your death. We won’t even gain satisfaction.” Yunho starts.

“However. We’re merely just punishing sinners.” Yeosang continues.

“Before you even bother. No. You haven’t suffered enough. Not even close. But we could’ve done much more. So consider yourself lucky. As of now at least. As we’re sure in hell you’ll suffer even more for what you’ve done.” Mingi adds with a gleaming smirk.

“You took our Princess. Your greatest sin and stupidest mistake. So for that. You must pay the price.” San explains further.

“To put it simply. You gotta die.” Hongjoong finishes as he steps forward and grabs the mans collar.

“‘Cause you being alive is still a sin in itself. Why? Well... you’re still breathing her air.”

And with that, Hongjoong merely gives him one last shove. Making the man fall back into the flames.

His screams of suffering can be heard for miles. However due to his extensive injuries it didn’t take long for said screams to just stop. Leaving nothing but the melody of crackling fire in the air.

Once that happened, Hongjoong lazily chucked in San’s old fur coat into the flames as well. Coincidentally the coat landed perfectly on the mans, now charred, body. This action actually made Yunho chuckle.

“Oh. Like he needed that. I’m sure he’s toasty enough.” Yunho commented sarcastically.

In turn causing everyone else to also let out a laugh.

“Well. Thought he might want to descend to hell wearing what he thinks is fashion.” Hongjoong reasons with a shrug.

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As the fire burned on ATZ and their henchmen just watched. Making sure everything gets burned to the ground. Took a while but it was beautiful in a way so they didn’t mind.

Once the fire started dying down the sound of a car approaching was heard.

Odd.

They were supposed to wait at home.

The car came to a halt and then the rest of ATZ exited. As they walked up to ones who were watching, the henchmen parted straight down the middle to make way before returning to position.

The rest that just arrived now stand next to the others as they also tuned in to watch the fire.

“Weren’t you all supposed to wait at home and keep Princess company?” Yeosang asked.

“Well we were. But we all missed you too much. And you know Princess loves watching the show. Plus.. she was getting needy for all of us.” Seonghwa explains with a subtle smile.

“Aaah I see. Oh! But she shouldn’t be breathing this much smoke though!” San says worriedly.

“Relax. We made her wait in the car. She can still view it well but she won’t be in harms way.” Jongho reassures before handing San a pair of pants.

“Good. Oh? What’s this? You’re not enjoying seeing me like this like the others are Jongie?” San teases.

Jongho simply rolls his eyes and ignores him. Biting the inside of his cheek hoping no one notices his flushed cheeks. Also trying to not look down at San’s bulge.

“I think he just doesn’t want to be distracted. This is the first time we’ve seen you in weeks Sannie. We missed you very much. You and your sexy body.” Mingi says as he nudges Jongho’s shoulder.

Jongho just softly nudges Mingi back.

“Just say you miss my cock.”

“We all do.” Wooyoung chirped in with a smack to San’s ass.

A couple of hours past before the fire finally dies down and the smoke begins to clear.

Their work here is finally done.

And just ust like that the car door then opens.

Then out walks you, their Princess, wearing one of your newest most lavish and expensive dress in your favorite color. You’re also all dolled up just for them.

At the sight of you exiting the car, the sea of henchmen that were still standing behind your husbands, quickly part to make way like before. However this time, they also got down on their knees, head down, in respect.

As they should.

“What a beautiful sight! Oh my loves you outdid yourselves with this one!” You praise them giddy as if you weren’t talking about the scene of a gruesome massacre.

“An appropriate punishment for such a sinner don’t you think Princess?” Hongjoong asks as he takes your hand.

“I suppose.” You hum as you stand beside him.

“Now that you’re done, can we please leave? I’m hungry!”

“Ah! One more thing before we leave!” Hongjoong announces as he walks towards the ashes.

In said ashes, there lies the skeleton of the man that started all of this. With a wide smirk on his face, Hongjoong carefully crouches down and picks up a small but very sparkly diamond from the teeth of said skeleton.

Hongjoong, smirk not faltering even a bit, makes his way back to you and takes your hand.

“What do you think princess? Shall we customize you a new ring?” He asks showing the diamond.

“Oh my! Yes please! Oh! And check for any more jewels that are left behind in these ashes and rubble! We shouldn’t let such pretty things go to waste.”

“Of course darling.” Jongho starts before turning his attention to the men that were still on their knees before you.

“You heard her.”

“YES SIR!”

Like that they all got up, bowed to you once more before rushing to the ashes where a lavish mansion once stood. In search of anything shiny that might please you.

“Hmmm can we pleeeasee eat now?” You ask with a pout.

“Yes we can our Princess. Yes we can.” Seonghwa tells you with a smile as they all lead you back to the car.

“Can we go to my favorite place tonight?”

“Anything for our Princess.”

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

Bonus ending! ♡

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jamiepaige · 1 month ago

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Constant Companions Closeup #9: OBJECT OF AFFECTION

(also on spotify!)

O, wayward soul, I beg of thee an ear; Companionship, a Constant of desire, is all too fleeting. Would thee quell this fire? My love, do you know what you want to hear?

Welcome back to the Constant Companions Closeups - a series of in-depth dives into the songs off of my latest album, Constant Companions! Yesterday was some gay shit (Liaison) and today is some more gay shit (Object of Affection)

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I'm usually pretty good about letting go of the things I make and letting them live imperfectly, but there is exactly one released song of mine that I've ever been actively unhappy with the final product of, that I haven't been able to let go of my displeasure with.

Honor Majesty, off of Autumn Every Day.

It's not that it's a bad song, or that it didn't have good ideas! In fact, I genuinely think it shares more with the music I make now than a lot of my older work does. Rather, it was incredibly rushed and full of uninspired choices I made for the sake of completing the song rather than making it the best version of itself, and it ultimately ended up falling incredibly flat relative to what I wanted it to be!

I really like the intersection of synthpop/electropop and fantasy. One of my favorite musicians ever is Baths, whose album Romaplasm is chock full of this exact thematic and sonic intersection, and it's so deeply inspiring to me that it still gets put on whenever I want to dream things up. I've always wanted to make things like that! Bubbly and fantastical, brimming with a sense of magic so pervasive it makes even the mundane seem mystic.

...Also I'm just a fantasy dork okay. I like wizards and shit. Sue me

I've been wanting to make a grandiose and fantastical story song for years, and my single attempt to do so felt like it missed the mark entirely. I did touch on fantasy a couple times on Bittersweet, but ultimately, when I started working on this album, I knew exactly what I wanted to take a second crack at.

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The intended story in question here is fairly vague, but to sum it up as literally as possible:

A rebellious, disobedient, gender-questioning prince has mildly inconvenienced "his" royal lineage one too many times. Their solution is to invoke magicks widely regarded as heretical - what's a fantasy monarchy without some hypocrisy - to seal their "son's" soul within an automaton body, rendering "him" a perfect, subservient doll.

This doll is promptly spirited away under cover of darkness by a mage, and is granted free will once again. She experiences the crushing weight of newfound self-awareness and nearly spirals out of control, before realizing the mage who saved her is the same - a doll. It turns out being a magical-mechanical construct has its perks if you are TRANSGENDER. then they overthrow the monarchy and fuck nasty or whatever idk this is where the story gives way to things like "metaphor"

this is a song about artifice and being transgender

Seriously, though, I know that being an electronic-music-producing transgender lesbian with a thing about dolls or robots or whatever is a major endless-store-shelves-of-identical-buzz-lightyear-action-figures moment on my part, but dammit, I own a copy of Logic Pro and a genuine leather wizard hat, I inject estrogen into my stomach fat every Wednesday, and I think ball joints are cute. I'm posting this on Tumblr, for gods sake, I am unconcerned as an active choice

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With the exception of Liaison, the entirety of Constant Companions utilizes only three unique vocal synth characters - ANRI, Gumi, and Teto. This trifecta was born organically from simply being the vocal synths I enjoy using the most, and in this song, I wanted to use all three of them almost like one single singer, freely shifting intonation based on the context. I messed with this idea before on Ballroom, my voice meshing and melting into Gumi V3's voice, but it felt especially appropriate for this context; Plus, I feel like there aren't a lot of examples of vocal synths being used/recontextualized in this way, and that's a shame in my opinion!!

I really want to do more story-driven songwriting like this in the future as well. Now that I'm a bonafide VocaloP I've been floating the idea of doing a song series with this trio... I'm mostly just worried I'll want to get too ambitious with it.

Off the top of my head, Object of Affection references at least eight other songs of mine - Honor Majesty is an obvious one, but it also directly samples parts of Autumn Every Day, and lyrically references genuinely just a bunch of things. I'm probably forgetting some, even!

I know I'm the Leitmotif Lover, but it's a lot even by my standards. However, this song's entire existence already served to satisfy a fairly self-indulgent desire, and these days, I don't deal in half measures. I think the final product serves as a lovely little look back at where I've come from, though, and perhaps even a little glimpse into the future!

That all being said, Object of Affection in some sense is also a love letter to a beloved part of my creative process - the voice memo. A lot of the audio I've provided with these posts have been recordings off my phone for good reason! Not only are the chops at the beginning of the song entirely comprised of edited recordings I got on my phone, but the sample at the very end happens to be from a particularly legendary recording, never before heard by the public...

Until now. I present to you an excerpt from "the worst beat on planet earth", featuring none other than unit.0.

That's about it for today!! If you have any questions, I'll gladly answer them below, but otherwise, I'll be back here tomorrow to talk about this album's title track laid askew - My Darling, My Companion!

#music #jamie paige #Bandcamp #constant companions #behind da scenes #im not good at writing iambic pentameter

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olomaya · 1 year ago

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Sludge Be Gone! Toddler Food and Snacks

2-Sep Update: Thank you @jeebeehey for the French translation. Please redownload if you'd like them.

25 July update:

Fixed an issue where the Trail Mix was resetting Sims. One of its components got lost when I was merging all the objects together so it kept giving an error when trying to pull it up. It should now not happen for either the high chair or the activity table. Redownload both the MAIN and the merged Objects file

24 July update: Thanks to @simdreams and @zanynka for the Brazilian Portuguese and Czech translations! You can redownload at the links below.

(Update: I forgot to include one of the files in the Objects file. It's just a little piece of food that toddlers pick up when eating snacks. If you downloaded both files already, you don't need to redownload anything, just download the file and add to your game.) (Just download the updated Objects file)

They literally call the baby food "sludge" in the game files. EA really did TS3 toddlers dirty.

This was actually originally part of my Quickie Food and Snacks mod and I abandoned it (this seems to be a theme with me). But then I came back to it after TS4 Growing Together came out. I still haven't played that game but I know there's a preference/taste system in the game for baby food, which is really cool!

So this mod adds two interactions to the high chair to feed toddlers meals or snacks. There are 11 meals and 5 snacks. Similar to Growing Together, toddlers will love, like or hate certain foods. This preference is based on their favorite food (see more after the cut).

The foods work somewhat similar to recipes in that they require ingredients to be available. However, you only need to have at least 1 ingredient. Whatever ingredients you have will be used for the meal/snack. The icon images will tell you which 3 ingredients are required.

Teens+ can serve toddlers and they will stay and watch to make sure the toddler eats like a good little girl/boy.

There was a second complementary mod to close out this little series that would allow toddlers to eat their foods and snacks on their own on little tables but I probably won't have the time to finish testing it before I go on my summer holidays so I'll release it sometime end of next month when I'm back.

Credit/thanks: The food tray and bowl is from @aroundthesims. All other assets are from EA (TS3 and TS4). Icons are from Freepik.

Download HERE / Alternative: SFS

Enjoy! I'll be totally offline starting 1 July for about 2 weeks so do let me know before then if you run into any issues!

More info and details on features after the cut

Meal/Snack recipes: Each meal or snack requires 1-3 ingredients (either in your fridge or personal inventory) to be available. Again, you only NEED 1 of 3. Some of the ingredients are from the Store or cc (Icemunmun's Baker's Basket or Hot Chili) but if you don't have it, the game will just ignore it. If you have none, it won't be available.

Food categories/preferences: Preferences are based on the toddler's favorite food and along 4 categories: Sweet, Savory, Veggie and Cheese. So based on what their favorite food is, you can tell what their food preference category is. If you change the toddler's favorite food after playing with the mod, it will adjust to their new tastes BUT will keep whatever food they liked or hated before.

Category Preferences:

Sweet hates Veggie

Veggie hates Sweet AND Savory

Savory hates Sweet

Cheese is chill and can give or take anything

Here is the detailed breakdown below (if you want to be surprised and figure it out for yourself in the game, you can stop reading here):

SW - Sweet, SV - Savory, VG - Veggie, CH - Cheese Store - TS3 Store BB - Icemunmun’s Baker’s Basket HC - Icemunmun’s Hot Chili

Snacks: Trail Mix (SW) - Banana, Walnut (BB), Pecan (Store) Cheese Crackers (CH) - Cheese Apple Slices w. Almond Butter (SW, CH) - Apple, Cheese, Almond (BB) Cucumber Tuna Bites (SV) - Cucumber (Store), Tuna, Tomato Pita Chips w. Carrot Hummus (VG) - Chickpea (HC), Carrot, Lemon

Meals: Chickpea Salad (VG) - Chickpea (HC), Carrot, Watermelon PBJ Sandwich (SW) - Strawberry (Store), Almond (BB) Pancakes and Sausage (SW) - Any fruit, Sausage links Chicken Nuggets (SV) - Chicken, Carrot, Blueberry (Store) Fishsticks (SV) - Any fish, Potato, Carrot Meatballs w. Yogurt Sauce (SV) - Patty, Cucumber (Store), Tomato Mushroom Omelet (VG) - Egg, White Cap mushroom, Onion Fried Plantains (SW) - Banana (I considered making a custom plantain ingredient but too lazy), Tomato, Onion Falafel w. Yogurt Sauce (VG) - Chickpea (HC), Cucumber (Store), Tomato Cheese Ravioli (CH) - Cheese, Tomato, Strawberry (Store) Mac and Cheese (CH) - Cheese

So for example, the toddler in the photos, Duncan. His favorite food is Fried Peanut Butter Banana Sandwich (oh, America) which is in the Sweet category. So I know he will eat any of the sweet category foods. He tossed the mushroom omelet when I served it to him but he likes mac and cheese.

@kpccfinds @pis3update @s3cc-finds

#download #s3cc #s3cc download #sims 3 cc #toddlerfoodnsnacks

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leahrintarou · 1 year ago

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🎃 AKAASHI KEIJI - BREEDING

Warnings: they're in love lol, breeding kink, akaashi wants a baby, usage of the pet name "sweetheart & pretty", unprotected sex, he finishes inside bc duh, soft akaashi, fingering, fem reader, afab reader.

Word Count: 3.2k

"Something came up so you're going to spend the day with n/n and keiji, okay?" Bokuto said to the small girl, standing at the door of y/n and akaashi's shared home. She nodded as he gave her a quick peck to her forehead before standing up from his crouching position. She flashed her father a quick grin, running off into the cozy home, not sparing neither bokuto, akaashi, or y/n another glance. "call me if you need anything." bokuto said, voice in a hurry as he began to take quicksteps backwards, waving off his two best friends.

"of course!" y/n raised her voice a bit due to their furthering distance. the grey haired figure entered his car and as soon as he drove out of their driveway, y/n closed the door, locking it before pivoting on her heels to face her one and only akaashi keiji. "where'd she go?" y/n questioned, smile faltering as she looked over his shoulder and into the living room and the small child wasn’t in her field of vision.

Akaashi let out a chuckle when y/n's eyes filled with worry. She hurriedly ran into the living room to scope out the area more efficiently and there she was, hiding under the coffee table as she watched the tv in which displayed her favorite show. She let out a sigh, closing her eyes in content as she placed a palm over her fast pacing heart. A yelp soon followed after when akaashi's voice fanned over the shell of y/n's ear. "it's funny seeing that you already have motherly instincts, yet you aren't even one yourself."

"not yet at least.." His voice trailed when he walked away to take a seat on the nearby sofa. "yet?" y/n quirked an eyebrow, finding her own seat on the floor as bokuto's daughter emerged from her confined hiding spot. When y/n didn't hear an audible answer from her husband, she took a glance up at him and was met with a small smile from his features. it wasn’t his intention (most of the time at least) but, akaashi's smiles will always let him get his way.

It always has and y/n despised it. She fell for it each time and whether akaashi knew what wonders it worked for himself or not, he couldn’t help but keep the expression when after many denying and no's, y/n would give in. Right now was one of those incidents and to prevent her vulnerability, she looked away and decided to indulge in the little girl's activity of building with the container of legos that were stored underneath the coffee table.

It was a limited addition set that akaashi had gotten from his work a while back and the two had yet to build it, so y/n took this as her chance to switch her focus onto something else. Anything at all.

"keiji, you come help too!" The girl said with a cheerful tone. He gave her a small smiled, standing from the couch to take a seat in front of the two. "you need my help?" He exaggerated, placing a palm over his chest to present his true appreciation. "mhm! The more help I get, the easier It'll be to complete". She handed y/n a few lego pieces, a small frown her lips as she couldn't figure out the correct way to put them together. Akaashi admired how gentle y/n was with her.

Down to her actions and voice, she had the most careful motives as if the girl were a snowflake and y/n was a flame who's heat could melt her within a second. With her kindness however, the flame cooled and as y/n held the girls hands within her own to aid her in piecing two legos together. akaashi was snapped out of his daze from their shared laugh. "good job, sweetheart.". With a pout, she looked away embarrassed from the attention and affection.

A future came to akaashi's head, blinding his field of vision with its presence of y/n and their own child. He thought it was impossible to be even more happy with the thought of y/n in his future, but when the thought of another member of their family came to mind, it was all he could think of. y/n carrying their little creation and raising he or she with as much love as they could endure. It was a new dream of his and for some reason, he wanted it more than anything else.

"keiji! Stop spacing out, you need to get to work!" She groaned, handing him a few pieces form the set. Akaashi glanced at y/n who was already looking at him with a smile on her lips and he felt his heartrate skyrocket just a bit as well has the fluttering sensation in his gut.

"sorry, sorry. I'll get to work your highness" he laughed, giving a gentle flick against the girls forehead. "you better" with furrowed eyebrows, she got back to her own work while akaashi and y/n chuckled at the sight before them.

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"thank you guy's so much, I'm in your debt!" Bokuto smiled as he waved off the two, his daughter walking by his side and to his car. y/n closed the door around, letting out a sigh as she snaked her arms around akaashi's waist. "kids are really tiring, keiji." she yawned into his chest as she pulled him closer. "let's go rest up for the night then". He placed a chaste kiss to her forehead as they sluggishly made their way upstairs and into their bedroom.

y/n got into bed and after discarding his hoodie and sweatpants, akaashi soon followed in. "do you alwaysss have to sleep half nude?" y/n laughed, poking at his chest as she turned her body to face him. "It's comfier. You should try it sometime" he teased, reaching up to hold her fidgeting hand. "in your dreams" she scoffed, forcing back a yawn when she rubbed the fatigue from her eyes.

"hey, last time I checked, most of my dreams always come true" akaashi looked into y/n's eyes as she sat up to shift her positioning. He admired everything about her but was a bit caught off-guard when she straddled his waist, hovering her face over his own before pressing a kiss to his lips. "and what dreams are those?" Her voice was soft and akaashi remembered the memory of earlier that day. "like the one where I finally confessed to you on our graduation day," he started.

"oh and the one where I proposed to you and you said yes."

He noticed how y/n's breath hitched and he couldn’t help but smile. "funny how we both had the same dreams." she laughed, turning her head to lay against akaashi's bare chest. "mhm" his hand made its way under her t-shirt as he found comfort in caressing the soft skin of her back. "I also have one more dream that I hope we share the wished off too."

Y/n hummed against his chest, curiosity enveloping her frame when she heard the beats of his heart begin to quicken. "I want us to start a family" he finally said. y/n's breath hitched again and she raised her head to see if her husband was joking or not. When he saw the serious look on his face that was mixed with anticipation for her reply, suddenly everything felt so real.

"are you sure, keiji?" She questioned, voice still soft. Akaashi blinked a few times when he didn’t hear an immediate 'no'. Was y/n actually contemplating this idea of his? "of course I am. I feel like it’s the right time. I got a promotion at my job recently and your business has been going great. We finally have a home too. If push comes to shove, we can always convert that spare room into a nursery if-"

y/n leaned down to place a firm and long lasting kiss against his lips, abruptly stopping his rambling. He tend to do that when he was nervous or excited and right now, y/n could tell that he was both. "do you think I could be a good mother?" Akaashi was expecting anything but that from her, causing him to freeze up. None the less, he quickly recovered, forcing himself to speak.

"of course you can, sweetheart."

He thought the answer was obvious from the start so when y/n's eyes widened from his words, he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "you don’t believe me, do you?" He asked, reaching a hand up to cup her cheek. There was a small pout on her lips and akaashi leaned up to place his lips against her own once again. Y/n leaned into the action of affection and so did akaashi. There was no possible way that they could physically be any closer, yet they still tried. Pressing their bodies against one another as their mouths spoke words without a voice.

Akaashi pulled away with a pant, chest heavying with his next words. "I'll prove it to you if you don't believe me. How does that sound?" He asked. When y/n smiled with a nod, akaashi was filled with every possible feeling of joy. He pulled her back into a kiss, this time their tongues making contact with the other, tasting the aftermath of their shared promise of their newly planned future. y/n let out a small moan as akaashi's hips lifted to meet with her heated core.

His rush of emotion wasn't containable at this point so when he felt himself growing hard underneath y/n's body, he knew that from this point on, he had a goal and he would achieve that goal on this very night. Reaching a hand into y/n's bottoms, she flinched at the feeling of the cold pads of his digits against her sensitive bud. A whimper reverberated in her throat before a moan followed after and fell onto akaashi's lips as he applied pressure to the area.

she drew in a sharp breath when each lap of circular motions brought an intensifying level of pleasure to course through her body. "k-keiji, fuck-" she choked out, pulling away from the kiss and burying her face in the crook of akaashi's neck instead. "relax, sweetheart. There's no rush tonight." he reassured, urging her to lift her head. She did so with a bit of commitment and when they caught each other's gaze, either of their hearts felt as if it skipped a few beats.

Akaashi held eye contact with y/n as he reached down further into her bottoms, fingers now gently placed at her entrance. Slowly inserting two of his digits y/n let out a moan, breath fanning against akaashi's cheek when her entire body shivered at once. "good job, sweetheart." He smiled gently. "just like that." y/n was practically welcoming him in as his fingers slipped past her entrance with such ease. Akaashi twitched within his briefs and he let out a shaky breath when y/n began to grind down against his palm, trying to get some kind of friction against her bud.

"want more of you, keiji."

Akaashi knew what she was getting at whether she said it or not since now, she leaned down for his lips once more. He didn’t even get a chance to catch his breath before she'd already latched her lips onto his own. It was as if the air in each other's lungs were their only source of oxygen in which they relied on to keep breathing. With a muffled groan, akaashi gently bit y/n's bottom lip, breaking away their kiss for a small second as he took in a breath of air.

"cum for me and you can get what you really want, okay?"

y/n eagerly nodded, pressing herself against akaashi's palm as she moaned from the friction against her bud. His digits were long and reached places that made y/n feel like she was on cloud nine. He sped up the motions of his hand as y/n whimpered next to his ear. Letting out small phrases of encouragement, akaashi finally began to feel the ache settling in his growing erection. "m close, keiji" she warned, sighing when he hummed. Y/n felt the vibration of his chest against her own as her coil finally snapped.

She clenched around his digits as his fingers slowed in motion and so did her hips. She panted relentlessly and akaashi decided to give her a bit of time to recollect herself. Using both of her arms to place her palms firmly against akasshi's chest. She lifted herself up as he slid his hand out from her bottoms. y/n made quick movements of her own to remove his restraining briefs and akaashi wasted no excessive time to grasp his own member, using y/n's arousal to coat the entirety of himself.

He let out a soft moan, eye's drooping as he looked up at y/ns' features in which was admiring his current actions as he pumped himself within a tight fist. "take these off. They're gonna get in the way." he used his freehand, hooking the waistband of her bottoms before it returned to its position with a 'snap'. y/n lifted herself from his lap, desire fueling her to move as efficiently as possible. "hey-" She frowned when akaashi continued to let out streams of moans from the pleasured contact engulfing his member.

He noticed this, reluctantly letting go of himself and placing his hands on either sides of her hips instead as she straddled him. "okay, okay. You make me feel good then." He smiled. "wanna feel you inside me" she mumbled, reaching for his member with a brittle touch. "all of you and everything".

"seems like you've been wanting me to put a baby in you for a while now, sweetheart."

"please, keiji."

"anything for you, pretty." Gently lifting her hips, akaashi aided y/n as the tip of his member prodded at her entrance before she slowly allowed herself to slide down the entirety of his length. The both of them let out a moan in unison as their pleasure finally skyrocketed. akaashi held a firm grip on her waist to hold y/n in place since he knew that if he or she were to move right now, he'd probably come undone in a matter of a milliseconds. he noticed how y/n's nails left crescent shaped indentions along the area of his chest and when her body mindlessly clenched down around his member, she let out a whine.

he drew in a hissed breath before urging y/n that she could move. letting out a sigh, she slowly lift her hips before allowing them to drop once again. akashi tried to hold back a drawn out moan, a whimper coming out instead. it was insane to him how even after years of being together with y/n, he had yet to become 'used' to her body. the way she would take every part of him whether it was he who wanted it or she herself. he figured that y/n knew this too since every time she'd ask for anything, he's always jump to his feet (or knees) in seconds just to pleasure her however she wished.

her moans continued to grow and it sounded like music to his ears. he forced himself to hold back his own noises of pleasure, careful to not drown out the ones of y/n's. he wanted to hear her. despite her riding him, just her sounds alone took a big part of him feeling pleasure. "you're always so good for me" he said through a whisper as y/n leaned down to place affectionate and sloppy kisses against his neck. hues of purples rose to the surface of his ivory skin as y/n continued with her lustful actions.

in her current position, she felt all the more needier to use Keiji's body for any sort of pleasure that she could get, causing her to slightly grind herself down against his lower abdomen, eager to get some kind of attention to her bud. akaashi couldn't hold back a moan when his member reached a deeper depth withing her core. he could crumble to pieces right there and then if he didn't focus. "feel good, pretty?" he questioned through a pant. she moaned a small "mhm" against his neck and he tapped at the small of her back so she'd lift her head to face him.

in all honesty, akaashi just wanted to see her face and admire every unique detail of her features, but when he was met with a small whine from her feeble becoming state, his eyebrows contorted in worry. "what's wrong?" he asked as her hips slowed against him. she let out a whine at the lost pleasure and akaashi put two and two together. "shh. it's okay, sweetheart. i got you," he smiled, making swift movements to turn y/n onto her back as he now hovered over her. "I'll take care of the rest and you just lay here and relax, okay?"

she nodded, lower body jerking up to meet with akaashi's fast pacing hips. he used his free hand to wrap underneath her lower back, pulling her up a bit closer to himself while his other hand began to toy with her now sensitive bud. she was needy and lust coursed through her veins as if it were blood itself. she was almost embarrassed by the sound of her arousal coating akaashi's member as he moved in and out of her core. his hand quickened against her bud as her eye's pricked with tears from pleasure.

maybe it was their exhaustion, maybe it was their current position, or maybe it was their motive, but y/n and akaashi felt as if this moment was the peak of their beings. y/n let out a strained moan and akaashi knew her well enough to notice that she was finally approaching her end. clenching down on akaashi to feel every detail of him, she called his name with a broken voice and he understood the breathless warning.

she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer against her body as her near was finally approaching. akaashi placed a kiss to her parted lips as she finally allowed herself to come undone. the way she clenched down on akaashi in fragments of seconds caused him to also approach his high. he called her name with a groan as it also drifted to a quiet whisper. he finally let go and released into the warmth of y/n's sex and she moaned from the sensation. akaashi felt a feeling of accomplishment as he hovered above y/n, not daring to move when he knew that he wanted to keep every drop of his arousal within her.

he eased himself to lay on his side before pulling y/n closer to his chest. she let out a small whimper after feeling him twitch inside of her already sensitive sex. "wanna stay like this for a little." he said quietly, placing a kiss to her temple and then another to her forehead. y/n looked up at him before a smile etched onto her lips.

"do you think we're doing the right thing?"

"anything that involves you will always be right, sweetheart."

i got carried away while writing, BUT I LOVE THIS MAN LMAO

i hope you enjoyed reading this, though. Notes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3

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yelenasdiary · 10 months ago

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Heya! Some fluff for valentines. Yelena and reader go to a department store and fill baskets for each other with the others favorite things and at the bottom of readers basket is a beautiful ring that Yelena proposes with

Macaronly Have Eyes for You

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader

Summary: You were able to get Yelena do to one of your Valentine’s Day activities that came with a surprise of its own.

Fluff, Fluff & FLUFF!!

Translations: Detka (baby), Ты выйдешь за меня? (will you marry me),

Warnings: None | 1.4K

AC: I loved this idea so much and it was perfect for the photo that came up on my twitter feed that made me want to write something Yelena x Reader about!! Thank you for sending this & I hope you enjoy it!! x

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"So, I'm just filling this up with things I think you'd like?" Yelena asked as you both grabbed a Walmart basket. You smiled softly, "Yeah! We have 30 minutes, and we can't show any of to each other until we get home" you explained with an exciting tone. Yelena nodded while her brain thought of all the things, she could possibly get for you, "I'll meet you back at the car, oh and don't forget to get a gift box to use at the checkout" you added before giving the blonde a soft peck on her lips and walking away.

Yelena watched as you wondered down an aisle before she turned on her feet and made her way to the confessionary aisle. She started off with the easy items, adding a few of your favorite chocolates and candy to the basket along with a couple of bottles of your favorite drink. She then made her way to the clothing area and grabbed the sweater that you were unsure of buying the last time the two of you were at Walmart.

The first item you put in your basket was the easiest thing anybody who knew Yelena could think of. A box of Mac & Cheese paired with her favorite bottle of hot sauce. As you were making your way out of the aisle, the cheesiest thing caught your eye. A small plushie in the shape of a macaroni pasta. "Oh, she's going to hate this" you chuckled to yourself as you placed it in your basket.

You met Yelena back at the car, she was leaning against the driver's door waiting patiently for you. "You're going to love what I got you!" You said excitedly as you placed the gift box of goodies in the back seat. "You have that look" Yelena replied as the two of you got into the car.

"What look?" You asked, playing off any suspicious look you might have had.

"The look at says you've been up to no good" Yelena replied with a chuckle as she started the car. "I am excited to show you what I got you, you're going to hate it so much you'll love it!" You said, confusing the blonde.

Yelena pulled out of the parking lot and began the journey back to your shared apartment. Your excitement only grew bigger as your mind kept thinking about Yelena's reaction to the cheesy gifts you got her. This was your third Valentines with Yelena, the first one she was away on a mission so there wasn't anything you could do with her and last year, you were sick with the flu and slept most of the day but you still found the energy to cook dinner for Yelena.

This was the year you were able to really show Yelena how much you loved her, even though you tell her every day just how important she is too you, you never wanted her to miss out on these little holidays. You woke her up with breakfast in bed, rose petals trailing from the bed to the shower where the two of you spent more time making out than helping each other wash.

Yelena took you out for lunch at your favorite restaurant before the two of you took a walk-through Central Park where you brought her a Valentines themed balloon from a balloon vender that she walked through the park with. She wasn't exactly a fan of the balloon but deep down she loved how cheesy you were.

"Babe, you missed the turn off" you looked to Yelena with a confused look.

"I know. We're not going home; I want to take you somewhere else" Yelena replied.

"Where?" You asked.

"You'll see" She looked to you and smiled softly, "it's just a 20-minute drive" she added.

Roughly 25 minutes later and Yelena pulled up at Brooklyn Bridge Park. The city lights reflecting off the water made her green eyes sparkle as she laid out a picnic blanket on the grass. "I was going to cook us a late dinner, but this seems more fun" she spoke as she looked at you.

"This is very romantic so for the record, I take absolutely full responsibility for the chance you might fall in love with me just a little more once you open your gift box" you replied with a smile. Yelena chuckled as she wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you closer into her, kissing you lovingly. "Do you want to go first?" She asked, seeing the excitement in your eyes. You nodded with a smile, "you might want to sit down for this" you chuckled.

The two of you sat down on the picnic blanket, you opened the gift box full of things you brought for Yelena and told her to close her eyes. "I'm going to start with this just to give you a little taste of what goodies I got you" you said, trying not to break out into laughter as you placed a mug in Yelena's hands. "Open your eyes" you added.

Yelena cocked a brow as she read the text on the mug before looking up at you to see you were proudly smiling at her with confidence. "Yoda best girlfriend in the galaxy" she read aloud. "That's just the start of it" you replied.

"You're not going to believe this" Yelena smiled while shaking her head as she pulled out the exact same mug she got for you, "it literally had you written all over it" she added. You broke into laughter as you placed the mug in front of you, "I love it, thank you!"

The two of you took in turns giving each other an item from the gift boxes. Yelena wasn't at all surprised that you'd gotten her a bottle of vodka as well as her favorite meal duo. She loved the perfume you got her and said it was the perfect scent, nothing too intense. You instantly put on the sweat that Yelena had gotten you and you couldn't wait to take a bath with one of the giant bath bombs she'd gotten you.

"Okay, close your eyes again, I saved the best for last" you smiled at your girlfriend.

"Now I am slightly nervous" Yelena chuckled with her eyes closed. You pulled out the last item in the gift box, the plushie of macaroni pasta that said 'Macaronly Have Eyes for You' on the box and gently placed it in her hands. "This is my favourite thing I got you" you said with a chuckle, "you can open your eyes now" you added.

Yelena couldn't control the laughter she broke into at the sight of the plushie, "I hate it so much I can't help but love it" she said, "thank you detka" she added as she reached over and kissed you lovingly. "I have one more gift for you" she smiled against your lips before leaning back and handing you the gift box. You found a small black box that made your heart skip a beat as you looked up at her.

"Open it" she insisted.

Carefully you picked up the small box and opened it to see a ring with a green diamond sparking at you from the city lights. "Yelena" you looked up at her.

"I've been thinking about this since our last Valentines together. You were so sick, and I told you just to stay in bed and rest but you were so persistent on making the day special. Detka, every single day I get with you is special to me and I knew that night that I don't ever want to spend my life with anybody else. I love the way you make me feel and the way you are never afraid to be yourself. I love how cheesy you are and how you always find the fun in anything. I wanted to give you something big and Hollywood style romantic but seeing you walking out of Walmart tonight and how beautiful you look in your sweats and favourite t-shirt, I didn't want to wait any longer" she said with a loving smile.

"Yelena, you broke the rules" you replied, tears of joy filling your eyes.

"I would break the rules for you anytime" she replied as she reached for the ring and gently pulled it out of the box. She looked you deeply in your eyes, "Ты выйдешь за меня?" She asked, her Russian accent the thickest you've ever heard it. You nodded repeatedly as the tears calmly ran own your cheeks, "if you're asking me what I think you are asking me, the answer is yes, a thousand times yes!" You replied.

Yelena slid the ring on your finger before kissing you deeply once more, "I really have to teach you Russian" she smiled against your lips.

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osakhee · 1 month ago

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pretty boy, sub!anton x reader

! mommy kink, some pet names, slight dacryphilia

all you did was complimenting him, yet it made anton's mind spiral into something that couldn't be stopped. it was a much innocent comment, you admired how beautiful he is. deep down you knew the blush on anton's cheeks would be more than just him being shy over the praises.

you went shopping with anton in the afternoon like a normal day-off, you both love fashion very much and showing each other the worst piece of clothe you could find might be one of your favorite activity. it always ends up with a lot of laughers and great memories, and you really treasure these times with him.

you showed anton a wide tank top once inside one of the stores and hurried him to try it on. your boyfriend is always shy about showing himself but you know the shirt would look so good on him, displaying his muscular arms from lots of swimming practices and workouts. when he went out of the changing rooms, you couldn't stop the words coming from your mouth.

"you're such a pretty boy in that."

you had a bright smile but anton immediately turned red, the faint blush creeping from his cheeks and up his ears. he ended up buying the top and you made your way out of the store together. it sounded like the start of a good time for you, impatient to go through more clothes in the mall, but anton got significantly quiet. he held your arm in his hand and walked behind you, discomfort painted on his face.

it's only when you reached your next spot that you caught on anton's change of behavior. you were looking through sweaters when you feel your boyfriend's arms surround your waist and his face nested in your neck. it was all warm and lovely until you felt how he pressed his hips into your ass, grinding on you the pretty obvious bulge in his pants. he sighed on your skin, almost breathless.

"can we please go home..."

the travel back home was really silent, anton holding on your hand for dear life as if you would disappear if he ever let go. you walked in front, dragged him around the streets to finally reach your shared apartment. your boyfriend gave you a relieved smile when you closed the door behind you, his hand naturally finding its place on the painful tent into his jeans. you pushed his hand away earning a whine from him.

"anton go to the bedroom. get ready for me, and wear the new top. can you do that baby?"

anton's mind went rushing with thoughts at your words, he got rid of his shoes quickly and disappeared in the corridor. you took your time, put away your coat and shoes, organized a little anton's things that he dropped on the floor the second he got inside your home. soon enough it was time for you to take care of your pretty boy.

you make your way to the bedroom, the anticipation building inside your chest. you know anton will be waiting for you, he's always so obedient to your every word. you push the door that's half opened and your breath catch in your throat at the view in front of you. anton is already naked, the brand new tank top going up his chest to show his toned stomach, his legs parted for you to see his hard cock that stands proudly between his thighs. you watch the transparent fluid of his precum dripping silently on his lower stomach and his muscles tense at each breath.

anton looks up to you and only whine, his eyes blurry and needy, he barely can hold it anymore. you walk up to him and sit by his side on the bed, his eyes are fixated on you and never leave you, not even when your hand makes its way down his chest.

"so that's what happened... got all worked up by my praises, right pretty boy?"

"p-please... mommy please i can't-"

"can't hold it? i know you can baby, just a little more. be good for me, hm?"

"yes mommy..."

the way he looks at you with big puppy eyes, his pink lip stuck between his teeth make you want to give in immediately. anton is wrapped around your finger, always answering to any command, on his knees for you to overpower him in all the way you want. outside the bedroom, he's still shy yet he likes to be a little more protective over you. but once the door is closed, he wants nothing but to be laying in your arms while you take care of him.

your hand reaches his thighs and you watch his cock twitch, anton grips the sheets and hold back a moan with difficulty. he needs you so badly but he never wants to disobey or do something that's against your words. you told him to try a little harder? then he'll make sure not to cum until you tell him to.

you wrap your hand around his shaft, giving a slow pump to his hard cock and this time anton can't help but whimper, his head falling back. with your free hand, you gently grab his jaw and make him to look at you. anton's chest already heaves messily, the faint muscle line on his stomach tense and the forced eye contact has him falling apart. he tries to get closer, he wants more of your touch and your lips that he craves so much but you push him back in place. "not yet", it's all that falls from your lips and you see your boyfriend take a deep breath when your hand start working on his throbbing length again.

your thumb push a little on the slit, your hand wrap around his tip as it draws more precum from it. the wet sensation is perfect for you to keep jerking him off, your hand easily moving on his cock. you take your time to focus on every part of him, you feel each veins under your fingers and graze your nails on the pink and sensitive head of his dick.

anton is just a mess. his voice usually soft and quiet keeps getting louder, his moans turn into cries as the pleasure courses through his body and making his head spin. he loves it when you take things slowly, he feels so appreciated, loved and cared, but today he's very much sensitive and ever more than that, he's terribly needy. shaky fingers catch your wrist and you look back at anton, it always stings your heart when you see him cry, but the tears that roll silently down his cheeks make his eyes shine even more in the dim light, he's just so beautiful to you.

"baby what's wrong? tell me."

"i-i need you... need you s-so much..."

you just wanted to hear his voice that breaks at each word and drips with lust, you already know how much anton wants you. you can feel his cock throb in your palm. your attention focus back on his dick and your hand work a little faster, going from the base to the head of his large length to make sure he's being touched everywhere.

slowly, you lift the new tank top anton bought to reveal his chest, and attach your lips to his skin. to spend some time on his sensitive stomach, covering it with kisses while your finger draw soothing circles on the skin of his waist. you drag your mouth further up until you can roll your tongue on his nipple, your face pressing into the clothe.

anton's hips buck up into your hand more and more while you suck on the sensitive bud. his voice got quieter again, he babbles incoherent words and whimpers your name. your lips abandon his reddening nipple and you reach for his chin to make him kiss you, a slow and gentle kiss he can't even reply to as much as he wants. his breath is so ragged you can feel his lips shaking against yours. you wipe his tears away with your free hand and look at him. you both get lost in each other's eyes for a minute that seems like eternity. to you, anton is as perfect as an angel that came into your life to save it, and his beautiful face like that is only for you to see.

"you held it so well baby, such a good boy for me."

"thank y-you mommy..."

"are you close now?"

"hmhm.... so so c-close mommy please..."

"it's okay pretty boy, you can cum now."

your words are like an electric shock through anton body. you pick up the pace of your hand and give his tip more attention. your boyfriend loses himself in the pleasure he gets from you, his parted legs shaking and his whole body so tensed next to you. his hands that grip the bed find themselves around your neck, he holds you close to him, his face nuzzled on your shoulder. his cries get louder, mixed with a lot of nonsense and some words you can recognize 'thank you' and 'mommy' over and over again.

you whisper reassuring words when you feel his cock twitch, anton lets out a loud and choked sob when he cums on your hand. his hips tremble as he shoots his heavy load over your fingers and his stomach. you make sure to milk every drop he has, letting go of his cock only when his thighs stop shaking, a sign he's coming back from the heaven you sent him to.

your clean hand caress his hair until anton's breath get more steady and calm. you kiss his head and he sits back up straight next to you, the look in his eyes being much more satisfied than before. the smile drawn on his lips make your heart feel so warm and you reach closer to kiss him, anton's hand laying on your lower back.

"thank you mommy... i love you..."

"always my pretty boy. you know i love you so much more."

you tuck a strand of anton's hair behind his ear and he shifts on the bed next to you. he gets very cuddly and sleepy whenever he cums, you invite him to lay on your chest so he can doze off while you watch him sleep so peacefully. red paints anton's face a little when he looks at you.

"i've been good so... can i please be inside of you... wanna fuck you mommy i promise i'll make you feel good..."

your smile only grows wider at his words and you push him on his back before sitting down on his lap. his already spent cock is already half hard when you grind your hips, the grip of anton's hands tight on your waist.

"we can do that. make mommy feel good."

sub anton 😔🫳🏻 i love you @antoncore this is all for you 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 thank you for the love on my works im so glad i started writing again please never hesitate to tell me what you think or send me requests i'll love to talk about it <3 wonbin is next to be posted :3

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lace-and-straps · 1 year ago

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Thinking about her dressing me up in a cute dress to take me out shopping. Nothing too scandalous but it flatters me well enough. Before we leave she bends me over and puts a vibrating plug in my ass held in place by my thong.

"Oh you look so cute all dolled up! You've been such a good girl lately, and i wanted to reward you with some new cute outfits to wear"

That sounds so fun! I love the way she looks at me when I'm wearing cute things for her. When we arrive at the store before we get out of the car she stops me and hands me two things, an N95 mask and a gag shaped like the head of a cock.

"I thought you could use some more practice with a cock in your mouth. You look so cute when you're sucking on one and I can do all of the talking for you"

I put the gag in my mouth and she activates my plug at the same time sending waves of pleasure through me. She helps me secure the gag under my hair and then places the mask over that. If someone were to look closely, they might spot that something was odd but it's surprisingly discreet.

We enter the store and she picks out skirts and short shorts and dresses to try on all the while playing with the toy in my ass making my knees a little shakey. I can't help but slide my tongue all over the cock head lodged in my mouth feeling its lovely textures and trying desperately not to let any of my drool slip out of my mouth.

"You're being such a good girl right now that I think I'm going to get you something extra. Would you like that?"

I nod with a barely contained wimper and she leads be toward the lingerie section giving my ass a playful squeeze. On the way there she cranks the vibe up to a higher setting leaving me desperately trying to hold in my moans and whimpers. She selects a few bras, a fine selection of sophisticated black satin, regal purple lace, and cute pink straps with panties to match. She pulses the vibe up to its max when she finds something she's really excited about. I can feel myself leaking and I can barely stand from the pleasure shes granting me. Despite my best efforts I can feel the mask getting more and more wet from the sticky drool that manages to escape my panting sucking mouth.

"You're doing so good! I think it's about time we tried all these cute clothes on don't you? That's a good girl"

We slip into a fitting room and I start trying on and modeling all the clothes she's picked out for me. She pulses the vibe while I'm wearing something she really likes. Once we've narrowed down our favorites she leans in close to my ear.

You've been such a good girl enduring all my teasing. Do you want to cum for me in this fitting room like a good little slut?

I nod, desperation in my eyes and try not to moan too loudly around the gag.

Good girl!

She starts stroking my naked cock as i try to stifle my whimpers and moans around the cock in my mouth. It doesn't take long to get me to my limit.

Are you going to cum for me baby? Good girl! Cum for me. Cum.

I explode in waves of orgasmic bliss, the pleasure pulsing out of my cock. I try not to scream as the ropes of my cum paint the mirror.

That's my good girl. My what a mess you've made, take a moment to collect yourself and then help me clean it up.

She removes the gag from my mouth and directs me to lick my cum off the mirror. It's still hot and salty. Any of it that fell on the floor we wipe up with the thong I came in wearing which she puts back on me the cum sticky against my skin.

We go out and purchase my clothes and she leaves a hefty tip in their jar.

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friendlyneighborhoodslut · 8 days ago

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𝓲𝓿. 𝓣𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂

»𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬«

0:59─〇───── 4:20

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

“Enemies By Monday” series, part 4.

MASTERLIST

Summary: She couldn’t let him spend Thanksgiving alone, but letting Steve Harrington into her life is a dangerous slope of which she’s unsure she’s ready to cross.

Warnings: Strong language, drinking, ANGST, unrequited love in the form of flashbacks, bullying, Reader’s going through it emotionally in this one, arguing? Idk man I just work here. This is so long I’m so sorry.

𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓

Fuzzy music plays through the busted radio on the counter. Eleven dusts the entertainment center in the living room while I am pinned with the unfortunate task of making the turkey for the third year in a row. I still don’t know how I ended up getting stuck with the tradition, I suppose Dad just decided one year that he’d had enough of doing it.

Violating a turkey at ten o’clock in the morning isn’t on my list of favorite activities. But it’s only once a year, right?

The kitchen is the stuffy type of warm; a combination of the preheating oven, boiling potatoes on the stove, and my personal workout from lugging around a fifteen-pound bird. As I pull its neck and other giblets out of the cold center, I gag and place them in a plastic bowl at the edge of the counter. The next step is to season the it inside and out, and I take note that the rosemary I’d gotten from the store is absent from my spread of ingredients. I lean back, still elbow-deep in the turkey, scanning the room. A tiny plastic container of fresh rosemary springs sits lonely on the oak dining table, taunting me.

Once I pull my hands out of this thing, there’s no way in hell they go back in.

“El!” I shout over the music.

“What?” She hollers back, annoyed.

“Can you hand me the rosemary from the table, please?” I call out, wiggling my fingers against the cold meat. My little sister is suspiciously quiet, and it isn’t until I peer over my shoulder that I realize she hasn’t ignored my request. The rosemary drifts vicariously in the air, wiggling like she’ll drop it from the other room. It plops down in front of me on the tray that I prep the turkey on. “Thank you!”

The front door opens and closes, rattling the thin walls in its wake of motion. I hear El greet him before he enters the kitchen, a gray plastic bag swinging from his fingers. “Munson Delivery Service,” he grins, setting the bag on the ground. The sound of beer cans clanking against one another faintly echos against the floor.

“You’re a life saver,” I exasperate, finishing my task and pulling my hands out of the turkey. I raised my arms up, covered in seasoning and poultry juices. My hands are trembling and I feel out of breath.

He grimaces, playing with his hair. “You’re nervous,”

“About what?” I try to play it off, but he’s right, I’m petrifyingly nervous. I feel as though I could turn to stone at any moment.

“You know what,” he tilts his head.

I shake my head, putting the turkey in the oven. “I know he’ll judge us, what we have—or more like what we don’t—I’m already prepared for it to be spread around school, not that it’s much a secret anyway,” I ramble, delicately dropping eggs in a pot and filling it with water.

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” Eddie counters, coming up behind me to lift the large heavy pot out of the sink for me. He places it on the stove. “Admit it, Princess. You’ve still got a thing for Harrington,”

My stomach does summersalts. “I do NOT. I’m offended you’d even insinuate that,”

“So you invited him over for dinner for…what? Shits and giggles?” he taunts, turning the stovetop on high and dumping an ungodly amount of salt into the pot.

“Eddie,” I sigh, scrubbing dishes in the sink. “It’s not like that. I technically work for the Harrington’s right now,”

“I don’t recall ‘have Holiday meals with the pretty one’ being on your verbal contract,”

“Do you have a point or are you just trying to piss me off?” I hiss. I need a fucking drink.

“My point is, don’t be stupid. And if you’re gonna be stupid, well, be careful,” he tells me, rummaging through the bag and grabbing out two beer cans. He cracks one open and sets it next to the sink, in my line of sight. I’m grateful he can read my mind.

“Enough about me, Munson. Tell me about Joey. He’s coming to dinner tonight, right? To meet Wayne?” I shift the uncomfortable topic, but Eddie doesn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah, that’s tonight. I’m nervous as hell,” he admits. Eddie had only come out to Wayne three weeks ago, despite his steady relationship with a boy from our school, Joey, having been ongoing for three months.

Eleven pads into the room, running to the fridge. We watch as she snatches a Coke from it, opening it and beginning to chug.

“Chill out, no more sugar or you’re gonna be running up the walls,” I scold and, goddammit, I’m starting to sound like our dad.

She sticks her tongue out at me.

“Hey, you heard her, Kid. Need you on your best behavior tonight. Lay off the sugar and no superhero stuff.” Eddie instructs. Annoyingly, she listens to him better than me.

“Right, because Mantis’s boyfriend is coming over,” she teases.

“He is NOT my boyfriend!”

“He totally is her boyfriend,” Eddie’s a horrible whisperer.

“Edward, don’t lie to the child, you know she believes everything you say,” I glare. He shrugs. The damage has been done, as she’s already scampered back off to the living room to do more cleaning. I’d agreed to a candy for every piece of furniture dusted, something I have come to regret, as she keeps finding things to clean.

“Now you’ve done it, can’t wait to have that conversation later,” I complain, eluding to the inevitable ‘when a man and woman love each other very much’ conversation that I predict is approaching very quickly with her. Dad can’t be trusted to do it, he’s to awkward for his own good. She’d never come to him about those things anyways, it’s always been me.

“What, are you gonna have sex with him and you’re worried she’ll hear?” He teases, jabbing at my side with his elbow.

“Jesus, Eddie!” I choke.

“No judgement! I would, given I could forget who he is for a bit,” he mumbles the last part and I wack him with the towel I’m drying my hands with.

“You’re disgusting.” I tell him. He laughs.

Eddie is trying and failing to explain Dungeons and Dragons to Eleven for the ten-thousandth time, foolishly hoping someday she’ll understand enough to join a campaign. I’m on my third beer, finishing the last swig as my vision begins to blur, and I suddenly feel a lot less nervous. In fact, I don’t feel shit other than contempt. I almost forget about the looming threat of Steve Harrington coming to my house—almost—until there’s a knock at the door.

Im on my feet and opening the front door before I can think to stop myself. He stands on the front door step, remnants of summer-kissed skin against a blue sweater, hair swept perfectly to the side. He looks perfect, standing there, like a painting, but then I remember I’m supposed to hate him and definitely not supposed to stare.

“Hi,” I can’t come up with anything else to say. Eddie snickers behind me.

“Hey,” Steve breathes, his hot breath visible in the frigid air. I step aside and gesture for him to come inside. He steps up and I’m paralyzed as he brushes past me and sets his backpack down on the floor.

Eddie peeks up over the couch to look at him. They exchange awkward nods before Eddie stands.

“Alright, Kid. Remember what I said, behave yourself,” Eddie tells El, bending down to ruffle her hair. He approaches me, leaning in to whisper, “you behave too,” before leaving quickly. I groan internally and close the front door.

“Did he… leave because of me?” Steve asks.

“Uh, no,” I lie, and it’s obvious. Steve nods anyways though, looking around the room.

Don’t look too close, I silently beg.

I round to the other side of the couch to make some distance between us. “This is El, my sister,”

Steve’s expression is one of bewilderment, but he smiles. “It’s nice to meet you, El,”

She all but ignores him, turning to me, “I want another Coke,”

“Only if you agree to go outside and run off all the energy from the sugar,” I tell her. She nods enthusiastically in agreement. I giggle and watch her take off to the kitchen, then out the back door. I follow her from afar, leaning over the kitchen sink to watch her through the window. She runs in circles, arms outstretched and pretending to be a bird—or maybe a plane—flying in a loop.

“She’s cute,” Steve’s voice startles me. I jolt and turn around. He’s leaned against the doorway. “I’m sorry I chased your boyfriend off. I can go, if it’s gonna cause a problem—“

“Boyfriend?” I blurt out, brows knit in confusion.

He fumbles over his words, lips parted in contemplation. “Munson. I know he doesn’t like me. Can’t blame him. I don’t want to make your life harder than it needs to be,”

“Harrington,” I interrupt. He watches me closely. “First of all, you already make my life harder than it needs to be. Secondly, he’s not my boyfriend,”

“But—“ he shakes his head. “You’re always together, he calls you Princess. I heard you tell him you love him—“

“Are you stalking me, Steve Harrington?” I pretend to be dead serious, keeping my face straight.

“What? No! It was dark, wanted to make sure you didn’t get kidnapped or something on the way to the car,”

“Kidnapped, in Uptown?” I begin to laugh and laugh until, I can’t stop, and I’m in an uncontrollable fit. My eyes water from laughing so hard. Steve is unamused.

“So.. you’re not dating him?”

“No, God, no,” I giggle, wiping under my eyes. “Eddie’s gay. He’s got a boyfriend,”

“A.. Boyfriend?”

“Correct,” I snort. “You know what those are… right?”

“He flirts with you,” Steve thinks aloud, like he’s trying real hard to put the pieces together.

“Eddie will flirt with anything that breathes, even you. Better watch out,” I tease.

He gives me a look and I shake my head. “There’s beer in the fridge. Help yourself.” I tell him, turning to pull the turkey out of the oven. As he sits at the table and drinks his beer silently, he asks if I want any help. I shake my head, finishing the mashed potatoes and deviled eggs.

I try to clean as I go, washing dishes and laying them on a towel to dry. Steve stands and I snap, “Harrington, sit your ass back down,”

“You look stressed,”

“I function well under pressure,” I tell him absently, working quickly to arrange the spread of food. I can feel his eyes on me and I begin to sweat. This is an unforeseen type of pressure, different than anything before. My hands fumble a bit but I refuse to ask him for help. He watches me intently and I do my best to ignore him, finishing the setup just as El comes barreling in through the back door.

“I’m so hungry I could eat the house!” She announces.

“Probably because you just burned a week’s worth of calories in twenty minutes,” I joke.

“What’s a calorie?”

“A unit of measurement for energy, used to express nutritional value of food,” I explain, setting a heaping plate in front of her. Eleven contemplates then nods. Steve watches us interact, fascinated. I crack open another beer, feeling wobbly.

“How many of those have you had?” Steve inquires.

I shrug. “Not enough,”

“Don’t be getting drunk on me now, we need your Genius brain in tact,”

I take another swig. “I’ll always be your Genius, drunk or not.”

He grins and I do too, hiding mine behind the cool aluminum of a Busch Light can.

I’m tucking Eleven into bed, the door propped open just an inch. Kneeling over her bed, I kiss her head. She’d had boundless amounts of energy after dinner and practically begged Steve to go play with her outside, ecstatic to have someone new to play with. I told him he didn’t have to but surprisingly, he obliged. Turns out Steve Harrington not only loves kids, but he’s like a magnet for them. They played until she was worn out and the sky was dark. This is the earliest she’s gone to bed all year.

“Your boyfriend’s pretty cool, Mantis,” she mumbles against the comforter, eyes fighting sleep.

I laugh through my nose. “You did good today,” I praise, flicking the lamp on her nightstand off. “Get some sleep. Goodnight.”

Closing her bedroom door behind me, I step into the dark hallway.

“Mantis, huh?” Steve’s voice is deep and reverberates against the night. I flail, unsure of where he is. Two large soft hands grab my shoulders, spinning me to face a shadowy figure. His breath fans my face, a mix of spearmint and cheap beer.

“We’ve gotta stop meeting in hallways like this,” I quip and turn to hide, escaping down the hall.

He chuckles and follows me.

The lone desk under my bedroom window is crowded with a semester’s worth of biology homework. We both cram into the space, shoulders touching as we go through the first textbook.

“Cells reproduce by dividing, so all cells exist because of pre-existing cells,” I explain, highlighting the basis of Cell Theory in my textbook. “I’ll send you home with this, you’ll need to study it for your final. I can’t take that for you so it’s very important that you actually—what the fuck are you looking at?”

Steve’s got this goofy look on his face as he stares at me. He’s so close to me, one arm resting on the back on my chair and his chest pressed into my shoulder. I look at him expectantly and he shakes his head, taking a drink from his fourth beer of the night. “Just lookin’,” he tells me.

“You should be just lookin’ at the page or your stupid self is gonna be repeating senior year,” I retort.

“Wouldn’t be so bad. Could hangout with you more,” he slurs.

I’m not sober enough for this.

“So you can torment me and extra year?”

“Somethin’ like that,” he leans impossibly closer.

“Shut up and read the textbook, Harrington.” I shove it his way, standing up to make some space between us.

“Why do you call me that?”

“You mean your name?” I snark, wrapping my arms around myself and holding my elbows.

“My name is Steve,” he tells me, drunkly, in a matter-of-fact way; like he’s proud he knows something I don’t.

“Steve Harrington is your name,” I snicker. He’s much more pleasant in this way, the drunken idiot. “Steve’s the boy I was friends with four years ago. Harrington is, well… you,” I roll my eyes and plop down onto my bed.

He stares blankly at me across the room. There’s an eerie silence in the room and I can tell he’s thinking—or trying to, at least—about something. Watching him sit at the same desk I’ve had since Dad dragged me all the way out to Indiana brings me back the days when all of this would’ve seemed so normal. He sits the same way he always has, one leg tucked up to rest on his knee, back slouched into the chair.

“Remember the day we met?” The words come out before I can stop them, fueled by a drunken stooper, brave and bold.

“Shit, yeah,” he lulls. “Miss. John’s English class, back when she used to teach both seventh and eighth grade,”

“Dad had just dragged me to this shitty town after… y’know,” my throat closes up thinking about Sarah. I was so young when she died, but that didn’t make it hurt less. The fallout and subsequent divorcing of my parents was devastating to my preteen self. “I was terrified, shaking like a leaf. The whole class was staring at me when she introduced me. I thought I was gonna die,”

“You were much more shy back then,” Steve confirms. “Nicer, too,”

I scoff, grabbing a pillow off my bed to throw at him. He holds his arms up to shield his face.

“Only seat open was next to you. You scared the shit out of me,” I admit.

“What, why?” His voice goes p an octave.

“You were staring at me,” I giggle. “Like you’d never seen a girl before,”

“Maybe I thought you were pretty,” he suggests.

I pretend to be annoyed. “Remember? I sat down and dug through my bag; then I realized, shit, I forgot—“

“A pen.” We say at the same time. I remember it so vividly, him silently handing me one across the small aisle. I took it and our fingers brushed, electricity igniting me instantly. I was a goner from the second I looked into those chocolate brown eyes.

“What kind of Genius forgets something to write with on the first day of school?” Steve scolds. “You never gave me that pen back, by the way.”

“I’ll buy you a new one to make up for it,” I joke.

“You could make it up to me a different way,” he raises his eyebrows. Some people really do never change, do they?

“Ugh, gross, Harrington!” I scowl.

“Oh, no, not that!” He shakes his hands in defense. “Just… humor me a second,” He drags his chair across the room, right up to my bed, and sits on it backwards, his chest pressed to the back. “I have questions,”

“We have work to do,”

“Please?”

“No,”

“Just a few,” he pleads. “Then I’ll do whatever you say for the rest of the night. Besides, you owe me. For the pen,”

“I hate you,” I groan.

“Is that a yes?”

“Three. That’s it.”

He adjusts in his seat, giddy like a little kid. “First, where’d the kid come from?”

My heart plummets into my stomach. “El?”

He nods. “I mean, I remember…Sarah, what little times you talked about her. I don’t remember you having two little sisters,”

“I didn’t,” I gulp. “El’s adopted. Her uh… biological parents passed away. Dad got pretty close to her on a case he was working on, he was the only one she’d talk to. Eventually it only made sense that she comes to live with us,” I’m careful to leave out the unsavory details, such as superpowers and monsters. They’re just little details, anyway.

Steve soaks up every word I say, nodding. “What’s El short for?”

“Is that your second question?” I ask stubbornly.

He shakes his head. “Second—this one’s important—what’s up with the nickname, Mantis?”

I laugh. “My mom. She said when I was a baby, she left my nursery window open while I was sleeping. She came to check on me, heard me laughing by myself, and there was a female Praying Mantis on my face. She was a big skeptic and thought it was a spiritual sign of good luck to come,” I sigh, leaning back against the wall. “Turns out I have like, the worst luck imaginable. So I don’t think the Mantis was any help,”

“You��re bad luck, huh?” He tilts his head to the side, chewing on the inside of his lip.

“Oh, yeah,” I add. “I’m trouble.”

We share breathy laughter, the tension slowly melting away. “What’s your final question?”

He contemplates for a second. “Ah, I’ve got it,” he giggles. “Why are you so damn mean?”

I cackle, covering my mouth at the outburst. “I’m usually not. It’s reserved for you,”

“Why?” He presses. Put those big brown eyes away, you asshole.

“Because you made me that way, Steve,” I declare. “I was perfectly fine until you broke my little pre-teen heart. It was—back then—the end of the world for me,”

Steve’s chest rises and falls a little faster. He stares at the floor, like he’s digging up a memory he hasn’t thought about in years, a privilege I had not been granted.

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎.

I was in seventh grade, Steve was in eighth. After Sarah’s death and my parents divorce, I’d flunked out of the seventh grade and needed to repeat it; only this time, at a new school in a completely different state. People knew my dad was a cop by that time, and it squashed any chance I had at making friends, labeled unrightfully as a snitch. To make matters worse, I was relentlessly teased for needing to repeat a grade. Pre-teens are pure evil.

A lonely day in the cafeteria was interrupted when a boy in a purple sweater and blue jeans sat down next to me. His hair was much shorter then, nowhere near reminiscent of the waves with their own zip code that he adorns now. He hadn’t grown into his strong nose yet and he’d just barely started playing sports two weeks ago. He was a scrawny kid with no friends and a big dark cloud looming over him, just like me.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” He asked, sitting next to me. I must’ve been staring at him like he had two heads, because he added, “It’s me, Steve. From Mrs. John’s? Y’know, I just realized I never told you my name—sorry, let me start over—“

He used to be so awkward. But I loved that about him.

We were fast friends. I’d dare to even say we were best friends, at one point. I had the world’s most diabolical crush on him, and I thought I hid it very well. That was until the Spring on 1981. We were on the cusp of the end of the year. Steve would be headed off to High School and I’d be trapped in Junior High for another year. He suggested that my dad pleads the case for me to be moved up, that my grades had proven that getting held back was purely circumstantial and due to lack of attendance the year prior. It was no luck, though, and we’d be separated for an entire year. This idea bothered Steve an ungodly amount, but I could never figure why.

It ate away at him, piece by piece, until one day it didn’t .

It all changed overnight, after he’d slept over at his teammate Tommy’s house. Tommy had a sister named Taylor and, well, she was the root of all evil. If Satan had spawn, Tommy and Taylor were definitely it. Something happened that night, because the following Monday, Steve and Taylor were dating and he wouldn’t have anything to do with me. My greetings were met with indifferent stares and zipped tight lips, and his seat at the lunch table was cold and empty.

I was blindsided and devastated. It was back to sitting in the cafeteria alone, watching from afar as the table Steve now sat at grew more and more crowded by the day. Very rarely, Steve and I would catch each other’s glances.

Taylor hated me and she made it very apparent. Bugs in my locker and tearing up my notebooks, she’d even gone as far as to get her friends to egg my house and my dad’s car.

It came to a head when Steve brushed past my empty lunch table, slipping a note underneath my tray.

Meet me in the west hallway.

How stupid I was back then. I foolishly dropped everything and ran to him, embarrassingly willing to welcome him back with open arms despite his douchebaggery. He was waiting by the boys’ bathroom, and shit—did he look different. His hair was gelled back and he had a different type of cloud around him, almost a sort of haze.

“Where the heck have you been?” I hissed, shoving his shoulder.

“Ow!” He squealed, rubbing his shoulder. “I’ve been busy,”

“Too busy to speak to your best friend?” I snapped.

“I’m sorry,” he frowned. “Look, I’m here now. And I need to talk to you,” He got closer then. We’d been close before, but never this close, and it made my heart drop into my ass. I began to sweat and I tried not to show how nervous I was. “I like you, Y/N. A lot. I can’t stop thinking about you,”

“I…like you too,” I admitted.

Idiot.

Steve leaned in and so did I.

On cue, Taylor burst out of the bathroom, two open cartons of chunky expired strawberry milk in hand. Carol swooped in from behind her and held me in place as Taylor poured the milk over my head while Tommy snapped a picture on his Polaroid. The room-temperature slime that oozed from the cartons smelt like a combination of vomit and a corpse.

“That’s awesome!” Tommy gleamed.

I wiped the substance from my eyes, feeling it settle into the strands of my hair and the knit of my shirt. I peeled out of Carol’s grasp and shoved Taylor.

She shoved me back. “Stay away from my boyfriend, you whore!”

Until that night, when my father awkwardly explained it, I didn’t even know what that word meant.

I pushed Taylor again. Carol joined in and the took turns pushing me around and pulling on my strawberry milk infested hair while Tommy egged them on. Once they shoved me to the ground, a voice boomed down the hallway.

“Leave her alone!”

It was a tall boy with frizzy black hair. He was bigger and taller than both Tommy and Steve, and that intimidated them. The boy ripped the camera from Tommy, throwing it on the ground and shattering it.

A flash of kicks and punches thrown. Muffled yelling as chunks of milk clogged my ears and blurred my vision. Before I knew it, Edie Munson was leading me into the bathroom to wipe my face with a wet paper towel. He picked solidified milk out of my hair and helped me rinse it in the sink.

“Thank you,” I told him, doing my best not to cry.

“It’s no problem. And it’s okay to cry sometimes, you know,”

That’s all it took. I was a blubbering mess as he took his sweatshirt off and gave it to me, directing me to change out of my sweater in one of the stalls and handing me his. From that day onward, Eddie became my best friend and practically my older brother. I never spoke to Steve Harrington again, wouldn’t even look in his direction. He became the thorn in my side, the one person I hated more than I thought humanly possible. If there’s one thing I excel at, it’s holding a grudge.

“I’m sorry,” Steve laments, snapping me out of my trance.

I blink rapidly to stop the tears from escaping my eyes, but it’s no use. They come before I can stop them, cascading down my cheeks and dripping off my cheeks. He reaches forward, breaching the unspoken personal bubble between us to take my face in his hands. As he brushes away my tears with his thumbs, my body reacts to a violent range of emotions. I tremble under his touch, desperate to run away but even more so to stay. I’m paralyzed, and he can tell, taking advantage to speak again.

“I was a stupid kid. I should’ve never done that to you. I’m so sorry,”

“I just wanna know why,” I sniffle.

His lips form a tight line. “The honest answer?”

I nod. Honesty is the one pillar of integrity I allow zero leeway for.

“You scared the shit out of me,”he breathes. He strains against the chair, getting as close as possible. His elbows rest on my knees as he continues to wipe my tears. “You challenged me, made me think more about everything. It was infuriating but exciting, a terrifying combination. But the scariest part was that you made me fall in love with you when you weren’t even trying,”

I feel like I’ve been shot and punched in the chest at the same time. Time slows down and I look around, trying to uncover if this was really happening. My grief is replaced by shock, then anger, as I come to a conclusion that this is real. Steve Harrington is admitting to being in love with me; the one thing I wanted to hear him say more than anything.

Except he’s four years too late.

“Get out.” I command flatly.

His face falls. “What?”

I peel away from him and I feel empty and gross, like I’m contaminated somehow. I stumble off of the bed and open my bedroom door. “Get out of my house, Steve,” My breathing picks up and my heart hammers in my ribcage until it shatters, little shards getting stuck in my insides that poke and prod at me. I need space. I need to process.

He stares at me like a kicked puppy.

“I didn’t mean to—“

“Leave, before I make you.” I threaten.

He relents, picking up his things before quickly leaving. I watch him go through my bedroom window, a part of me dying as he gets into that red BMW. He sits there for a minute, both hands on the steering wheel. Just when I’m about to open the window and call out to him, he stars the engine, backing out of the driveway and disappearing into the woods.

“Fuck.” I murmur to myself. Going to the bathroom, I splash cold water on my face. I look up at myself, water droplets dripping across my skin. So much of my mother resides in me; the older I become the more I resemble her. Glaring at myself, I curse whatever unforeseen force oversees this unforgiving universe. If my mother could see me now, she’d regret giving me such a forthcoming nickname.

Unluckiest Mantis in the world, I think to myself.

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Mikey Way: “I was borderline terrified a lot of the time My Chemical Romance was active. I was learning the bass in front of 20,000 people every night!”

By Gregory Adams ( Bass Player ) published June 9th 2023

The reunited emo kings’ low-end ranger reveals why he swapped out his signature Fender Mustang for a sparkling new signature Jazz Bass, learning bass in arenas, and how he overcame insecurity about his chops

Full interview under cut:

My Chemical Romance’s reunion has seen bassist Mikey Way thrumming through the high pomp punk of The Black Parade and Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge favorites with a familiar rhythmic fortitude, but keen-eyed band obsessives have probably noticed the musician is no longer sporting the snazzy, silver-flake Squier Mustang signature model Fender built for him back in 2012.

The good news is that’s because, as Fender have just formally announced, Way has a brand-new – but just as glammy – Jazz Bass out now. There’s a good reason why Way’s made the switch: the Jazz Bass is his first love.

Though he started out on guitar, Way got the hang of a four-string in the mid ‘90s while playing a loaned-out Jazz Bass in his pre-My Chemical Romance project, Ray Gun Jones. He upgraded to a silver-finish Jazz of his own by the time MCR started touring in the early ‘00s, but a trailer mishap led to that instrument getting smashed to pieces on a highway.

Way tells Guitar World that he eventually became obsessed with the short-scale sturdiness of a Mustang bass guitar as My Chemical Romance were writing their 2010 full-length, Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys, after fooling around with a model Duff McKagan had left at North Hollywood’s Mates Rehearsal Studio. By 2012, Way had his Squier model in stores.

It was during the downtime after My Chemical Romance went on hiatus in 2013, though, that the stubbiness of his Mustang became a little hard to handle.

“I stayed away from playing bass for a little while, which is natural – I was just decompressing,” Way explains. “Then, sometime in 2014, I picked up the bass again, to get my chops back, [but] I noticed that the Mustang felt strange to me.”

After reaching out to the folks at Fender, Way got a grip on his playing by stretching out on the longer-necked Jazzes they sent him. Way’s take on the Jazz Bass is outfitted with ’70s-style single-coil pickups, and a thinline “C”-shaped maple neck the bassist says is super-speedy.

The finish is silver, of course, but Way also wanted an aesthetically inkier black pickguard. The headstock, likewise, pops with its matching gloss-black finish.

Speaking with Guitar World, Way gets into the glam and grunge gods who inspired his love of a good sparkle coat, overcoming performance anxiety, and why a steady attack wins the bass race every time.

What were some of the musts when it came to designing this latest signature?

“I’ve been obsessed with the sparkle finish as far back as I can remember. Growing up in the ‘90s, the silver-flake [finish] was big in alternative music. Chris Cornell had the Gretsch Silver Jet, [Daniel Johns] from Silverchair had one – [with] the imagery the Smashing Pumpkins used, they liked sparkles.

“Ace Frehley, of course, was big into flake finishes, and as a kid, you love the larger-than-life, comic book world of Kiss. [And there’s] David Bowie – the glam rock stuff. That flake finish makes me think of so many different things, but that’s why I love it so much.

“I remember being younger and going into stores and seeing a flake finish and being like, 'Oh my god, that’s an expensive [looking guitar] – I can’t afford that, let alone play it.' It was almost intimidating.”

One aesthetic difference between your Mustang model and this Jazz is that you didn’t throw a racing stripe on this one.

“I thought about bringing it back and keeping the continuity. Maybe somewhere down the line we’ll throw a racing stripe on this. The thing with [seeing a] racing stripe was always like, 'This player is a badass!'”

Is there a psychology behind removing the racing stripe, then?

“The psychology behind it is that I forgot about it. When My Chemical Romance was talking about doing reunion shows [in 2019], I’d contacted Michael Schulz from Fender and was like, 'Is it OK if I make a new bass for this [next] era of My Chemical Romance?' I wanted to take my past and bring it to the future – taking my Mustang and melding it with the Jazz Basses that I loved so much.

“I tried to have my cake and eat it, too. I wanted the thinner neck, and I wanted the silver-flake, but I wanted it on a Jazz Bass. They knocked it out of the park immediately.”

Getting back to how you used to admire those silver-flake guitars in the shops, you actually started out as a guitarist, right?

“So, the story goes that my brother [My Chemical Romance vocalist Gerard Way] had a Sears acoustic guitar when he was 10 years old. We would take a shoelace and make a strap, and we would stand on the couch pretending we were in Iron Maiden. And then it got real around ’93-’94, which lines up with the rise of alternative music. You started to see people that looked exactly like you, and they were playing guitar. They were playing Fender Strats!

“My brother got a Mexican Stratocaster, Lake Placid Blue. I found it not too long ago, and Michael from Fender hot-rodded it. That’s how I cut my teeth – that Mexican Stratocaster [was] my first foray into really trying to learn how to play guitar. I would watch bootlegs of concerts, and watch [guitarists’] hands and fingers – Thom Yorke, Billy Corgan, Noel Gallagher, Jonny Greenwood. I would watch what they were doing. It all started from that.

“Bass came out of necessity, twice. Me and my brother had a band called Ray Gun Jones, I guess in ’95-’96. It was kind of Weezer-ish, or us doing a surf-punk thing [with] a little bit of pre-mid-west emo. At the time we were really into Weezer, Jawbreaker, Promise Ring, Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana, Sunny Day Real Estate.

“[Ray Gun Jones] needed a bass player, so my brother was like 'Hey, do you want to play bass for my band?' I was already a huge fan – I’d always tag along to practices. The ex-bass player let me borrow their bass. We had 4-5 songs, and I got the rudimentary from that. In that era, everyone was like, 'I want to be a guitar hero,' but I realized I had a natural knack for [bass]. I picked it up right away.

“Then, with My Chemical Romance, it was the same thing. My brother was like, 'We need a bass player,' and I was like, 'Well, this is familiar' [laughs]. 'Here’s the demo; learn these songs.' They weren’t terribly difficult.”

Was that bass you had borrowed a Fender Jazz?

“Yup, I’ve only ever played Fender. I’ve tried tons of other basses from other companies, but it always feels alien to me.”

You mentioned studying the playing of Thom Yorke or Billy Corgan through those bootleg vids. Were there any bassists that you treated similarly, to understand the mechanics of bass?

“Matt Sharp from Weezer. I tried to ape him in the beginning, but my attack sounds vaguely reminiscent of a Smashing Pumpkins recording. I would learn Siamese Dream and Melon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, and the Blue Album [the band’s 1994 self-titled debut] by Weezer. Those were the three albums that I put the most time into learning. That’s in my DNA.”

How about from a hyper-local perspective. If My Chemical Romance started out playing New Jersey basements and VFW halls, where there any bassists from that scene that inspired you, or that you appreciated?

“Yes! We shared a rehearsal space with this band called Pencey Prep – that was [MCR guitarist] Frank Iero’s original band. John McGuire was their bassist, and he let me borrow his equipment all the time. He taught me fundamentals, and gave me pointers – he taught me a whole heck of a lot.

“I always respected Tim Payne from Thursday, I loved his attack and stage presence. And when I’d watch Gabe Saporta from Midtown, I thought 'This dude is the coolest guy in the room.' He’s got this calm, cool, and collected [presence] that you can’t fake or learn. And then Eben D’amico from Saves the Day – brilliant!

“I would try to learn Saves the Day basslines. They were pretty complex [compared to] what most bands were doing in that scene. Most bands in the post-hardcore scene had simplistic basslines, but Saves the Day did not.

“There’s also Ray Toro, the guitar player of My Chemical Romance. Not only is he truly gifted at guitar, but he’s truly gifted at bass and drums – Ray can do everything. He was instrumental, early on, with showing me the ropes. Ray gave me lessons when I was a novice. I can’t thank him enough for that.”

What kind of pointers was he giving you?

“He showed me proper fretting, or [how to maintain] a steady attack. I got a really great compliment from our front-of-house guy, Jay Rigby. He told me that I’m one of the very few bass players that he doesn’t have to go in and tweak the volume [for]. 'You’re steady, throughout.' I think that’s something that Ray Toro instilled in me: the consistency of attack.

“It’s funny thinking about it, but I was such a novice going into My Chemical Romance that I would bring myself into an anxiety-ridden state of, 'Oh my god, we have a show tonight; I have to start practicing right now.' I would be practicing four to five hours before we played – I’d play the set [in the green room], and then I’d play it again. Other bands would be like, 'What are you doing?' I was so neurotic at that point, because there were so many people around me that were beyond gifted.

“I got pushed into the deep end; you’ve got no choice but to figure it out. Ray and Frank are so gifted that I had to keep up. I didn’t want to ever do the music a disservice.

“That brings me back to the simplicity of the early My Chem basslines. The first album [2002’s I Brought You Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love] was me learning the bass, and somehow [producer] John Naclerio recorded me and said, 'You did a great job,' which I did not expect.

“I thought I was going to go in there and they were going to have to do some studio magic, or someone would come in and play [my] part. I thought of the worst-case scenario, but I went in and did it. I played the bass seriously [enough] by that point.”

What are you generally looking for in a My Chemical Romance bassline?

“What makes it for me is if I do a fill, I’ll only do it once. If you listen to [the band's 2022 comeback single] The Foundations of Decay, any fill on there I only do one time. What’s interesting about The Foundations of Decay is that it’s very loose and run-and-gun. We went in and punched things in for timing, which everyone in the world does, but the meat of that is first-or-second take. Which brings me to someone else who was very instrumental to my bass playing: Doug McKean.

“He’s no longer with us, unfortunately, but he was our engineer from The Black Parade [until his passing in 2022]. He was always a huge cheerleader for me – he instilled confidence in me. He was always good at getting a killer performance out of me.”

What are some of the biggest My Chemical Romance bass moments for you?

“I’ll say that fill in on Foundations. No-one saw that coming.”

There’s a YouTube video out there of someone playing their favorite Mikey Way basslines, some while using your signature Squier Mustang, but one standout in particular is The Black Parade’s The Sharpest Lives.

“What’s funny is Sharpest Lives has a bass solo, and I was terrified of it. I had performance anxiety [through] the 12 years before we broke up – I don’t have it anymore. Somehow when the band got back together, a switch in my brain [got] flipped. [But] while My Chem was active, I was borderline terrified a lot of the time.

“I’m playing with people far above my skill level, I’m playing [on bills] with bands where their bass players are way better than me, [and] our shows were getting massive. We were playing arenas! So not only are you learning the bass, but you’re learning the bass in front of 20,000 people every night. It made me tweak a little, but I think it shaped me into what I became.

“That solo gave me anxiety. It was when we were playing the biggest venues of our career, and it would break for the solo [Way starts singing his ascending bass lick]. I practiced it relentlessly, then it [became] second nature. Later on, it [became my favorite part of the show.”

You’re already playing the Jazz signature in your live show, yeah?

“It’s what I use for the live show. Basically, Fender built [it] for the reunion, and then we made a couple tweaks for when we release it.”

Was there a learning curve at all towards transferring My Chemical Romance songs you’d written on a Mustang onto the Jazz?

“There was Planetary (GO!), a song off Danger Days. I’d guess you’d say the whole thing is a disco beat. It’s dance-y – [Mikey starts singing an octave-popping bassline], I do that for the entirety of the song. I was very happy that I only had to do that on a Mustang, initially [because of the shorter scale]. But going back to what I said, [after] I took a little break, [I] went back to a Jazz Bass.

“I missed the room, or the way my hand went up and down the neck. I wanted to go back to that, so I jumped back in and felt right at home again.”

How many Jazzes are you bringing on the road?

“I bring two basses out, [but] I stopped even switching [during the set]. This is a testament to Fender craftsmanship – that thing stays in tune. It’s got the four-saddle bridge, and it stays in tune so well. I’m a little neurotic so I’ll tune every few songs, but if I went five to six songs you probably wouldn’t even notice.”

What does it mean to you to now have a fully-formed Fender signature model – as opposed to the Squier – and with the body shape you began your career with?

“It’s really a dream come true. It’s funny, in 2002-3 we started touring across the country. I had a Mexican Jazz Bass, but [the band] were like, 'You have to use something with better electronics; better wood. Step it up!' So, I went into the Guitar Center on Route 46 in New Jersey, and at the time Fender had released a special Guitar Center edition that was silver-flake.

“It always bugged me that the pickguard was white – it threw me off, aesthetically, and I was like, 'I’m going to change that pickguard one day.' So, I got that, and I was using that for a while.

“We were out with [Boston emo quartet] Piebald – it was one of our first cross-country tours ever – and one night someone forgot to close the trailer door. We’re driving on the highway, and half the contents spilled out – unfortunately, my bass was a casualty of that.

“But Frank Iero, and his heart of gold, jumped out on the highway in the middle of the night and tried to recover [the bass]. He was like, 'Maybe we can fix it!' I’ll never forget him doing that. He got a chunk of it – it’s in one of our storage units.”

For more information on the Limited Edition Mikey Way Jazz Bass, head to Fender.com.

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