#pose for the gram

[stari-hun]

Me doing my online homework at the most abysmal hours even though I know my teachers can see exactly what times I do them and how long I bullshit them

[sikuanlili]

(ᐢ..ᐢ)

[thelifesizedoll]

The Year's Ending & A New One is Beginning...

Click the link to watch a memory and a moment.

[ilconcetto]

I feel bad for the random women these porn bots get their pics from 😭😭😭

[count-alucard-tepes]

Just me and a certain former warlord hanging out… like normal people do.

[gaiuskamilah]

fun fact is that i Did name my crimes mc after will graham of nbc hannibal fame. so now this is him and vasili in my brain but also not really

[kathaynesart]

BEGINNING || PREVIOUS || NEXT MASTER POST

It is done! I feel both like I spent far too much time on this update yet not nearly enough. Some poses are a bit stiff but hopefully the battle itself still reads. I know not much progress was made plot wise, but trust me, there’s a few things in here that are going to become very important much later on in the story.

Leo’s Ninpo: The keen reader might recognize that a number of Leo’s attacks are ones he picked up from Gram Gram, but with a bit of that added portal flair. I really wanted to push the boundaries of where he takes his skills, but stay true to the belief that rather than becoming a heavy hitting powerhouse like his brothers, his strength lies in his ability to calculate and react on the fly. I also wanted to give some level of limitation to each of their gifts. For Leo, it’s less the number of portals he creates that exhaust him, but rather the size and amount of energy that passes through these portals and his ability to keep them stable during the transaction. He has also become much better at keeping his portals well protected (so that portal pirates can not interfere or rather, so that the pirates aren’t killed by stray laser beams rushing through). As far as the Portal Choppers, we’ll be coming back to those and how they work later on in the story…

As always, thank you for your patience, hopefully the next one won’t take as long to create haha.

[witchpassing]

a request written for a kind patron, under the prompt "catgirl seeks help in the practice of Stillness, as she wants to part time as a maneki-neko".

The shop bell jingles as Jun shoulders in, shaking snow from her cloak, huffing against the cold. “Welcome to the Golden Coil Medicine Shop, young miss! How may this one serve - oh, it’s you. Hi, Jun.” The doll running the counter slides out of its ramrod posture with an inelegant little yawn. 

Jun snorts, hooking her hat onto the stand. “Aw, Ginseng, you’re not going to take my coat? I’m nearly a fully-certified witch now, y’know. You should keep it up with the young miss stuff, get yourself into the habit.” 

Ginseng sticks out a teal-blue tongue in answer. “The usual, it assumes,” it says, turning to the dark wall of lacquered drawers behind the counter, each one’s contents labelled in print-perfect doll handwriting. 

“The usual.” While Ginseng goes through the monthly routine, stepladder and scales and brown paper bag with label and seal, Jun’s eye wanders about the shop. Ginseng is always changing something or other about the decor in here - pre-Becoming, it was probably an interior designer or something - but the new addition this time is… really something. A poured-gold statue of a beckoning cat, the full shape and scale of a felinid woman kneeling upon a cushioned pedestal. Its upraised paw swings almost hypnotically, as if to the beat of an unheard metronome. 

A folded paper bag is pushed across the counter by finely jointed fingertips. “Crushed extract-of-venus, five grams. Enriched black cohosh, ten grams. Thank you for your custom, young miss.” Ginseng curtseys just slightly too deep to be sincere, the sarcasm of gesture that dolls do best, and Jun snorts. 

“See, now you’re getting it.” She folds the package into the witch-pocket beneath her coat, but she just - can’t take her eyes off that cat statue. “Hey, uh - what’s with the maneki-neko? It’s a bit, I don’t know…” 

“Striking?” Ginseng says, hopefully. 

“... Gaudy?” 

“Hey!” says the statue, and Jun jumps about a foot in the air. “Rude!” Its tail switches about the base of its pedestal, aggrieved. In motion, the glinting gold of its skin reveals itself to be… a considerable amount of fur-safe paint?

“Oh, what the fffff –” a witch must never swear, “- Cleo?” 

“Yes! Cleo!” says Cleo. “Aw, fuck, Jun, you really think I look gaudy?” 

“Uh - no, no, you look - gold’s a good colour on you. What’s going on?” 

“Oh, you two know each other?” Ginseng leans its elbows on the counter. “How droll. Jun, she’s the new part-timer. It’s really nothing to get worked up about.”

“Uh... huh. Cleo, I know you’re not getting the kind of money out of Ginseng that makes sitting on a pedestal all day worth it. What are you actually in this for?” A roll of glass eyes, as if Jun, having helped out here once or twice a week back before her workload got too heavy to manage, isn’t entirely qualified to opine on how Ginseng pays its shop’s part-timers.

“Well, y’see. I’m lucky now,” Cleo says, as if that explains it completely. Jun waits for some sort of elaboration on the thought, but she just takes advantage of the lapse in kayfabe to start preening her fur. 

"The customers have been petting her," Ginseng supplies. 

"Yeah! That too!” Cleo chirps.” C'mon, c'mon, you know you wannaaa-" 

As she tilts forward on her knees, head seeking Jun’s touch, the silver-chased bell hung upon her neck ribbon stirs into a chime; a high, pure tone that is somehow, for the two seconds for which it hangs in the air, the most important thing in the shop. When the sound fades, Cleo has rocked back into her luck-beckoning pose, swishing tail and twitching ears statue-steady, her eyes cloudy with the kind of deep, thought-ending calm that freewilled creatures do not attain without magical intervention.  

"I thought that bell looked familiar," Jun says. 

"Then - then you know as well as this one does that it's perfectly harmless!" Ginseng says, detecting the baleful note of consequences in the junior witch’s voice.

"You have attached a category-four cursed object to our mutual friend - which I loaned you, from my mistress�� collection - so that she can part-time at your master’s shop as a good luck charm." 

“She was so eager to start! And, and she’s been a huge hit with the customers, and you can’t expect a cat to master Stillness on her own overnight-”

“I’m telling your Miss.” 

“Noooo, Juuun.” 

“I am. You’re not wheedling me out of this, you wretch.” 

“C’mooonnn, it’s fine, she likes it…”

“I should kick your ass myself! Another shift’s worth of this and she’ll Become right here in the middle of the shop, and then what are you going to do, huh, tell your Lady she just walked in and did that–"

[starsomens]

He’s got pretty ass demon eyes

But he’s also got the dad pose

Update: original insta gram post by @ lycansubscribed

[offender42085]

Post 1346

Before and After.....

Jakob Regan Dator, South Carolina inmate 394694, born 2003, incarceration intake July 2024 at age 21, scheduled for release March 2042

Trafficking Fentanyl, Strong Arm Robbery, Conspiracy

In July 2024, Dator was one of multiple people sentenced to prison after pleading guilty to trafficking narcotics.

“The dangers of illegal narcotics, such as fentanyl and methamphetamine, continue to pose a grave risk to members of our community, especially young people who may not realize that a counterfeit pill contains a lethal dose of fentanyl. We are grateful to narcotics investigators for their efforts to rid Lexington County of these illegal substances,” said Eleventh Circuit Solicitor Rick Hubbard.

Jakob Regan Dator, 21, pled guilty on July 23rd, to trafficking fentanyl, 4 grams to 14 grams. He was sentenced to 20 years in prison.

In 2023, the Lexington County Narcotics Enforcement Team ("NET") started investigating the sale of Fentanyl in connection with several drug overdoses, at least one being fatal. The investigation revealed Dator was dealing fentanyl in pressed pills form. The pills had Oxycodone markings. NET agents successfully conducted a controlled undercover purchase from Dator. On July 31, 2023, Net agents observed the purchase and conducted a traffic stop finding Dator with over 500 multi-colored pills.

Dator was transported to the S.C. Department of Corrections to begin his sentence immediately after the hearing was concluded.

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[duskythesomething]

Cheesecake Banana Pancake 🧀🍰🍌🐍

He's up to 273 grams! For those who don't know, Cheese and I have struggled with taking on appropriately sized meals up until recently, and he's been a lil underweight for his size and age. This will be our second week on correctly sized rats, so fingers crossed!

I finally caught him in the classic Ball Pancake pose after we did our nightly chores together 💛

[0pal333]

Laney Cherry Baby - Full/Government name is Helena G. French - 22 - Libra - Certified baddie on the gram (@_laneychrrygrrl) - the shirt is a hint ;) - Tattoo apprentice (taking way longer to get the hrs in bc she is always "sick") - Loves pink, brown and black - ex chronically online girl blogger - Loves road trips - Favorite artist right now is Posie... i mean PTV thank u to all cc creators!! love u lots muahhhh <3 Shirt by @auroraeternal shorts my conversion (not public) necklace my conversion (not public) poses by @omfgingers

[redstringraven]

leo and faraji! piece 2 of 4 for @afteas2003's @tmnt4p request! they asked for poses as though someone were photographing each of the boys and their acolyte bestie for a photo album.

i just managed to finish this one before work this morning, and i hope i didn't overlook anything because keeg spent his breakfast time terrorizing one of my plants. i kept having to go into the living room to throw hands with all 85 grams of him. >xD

[borntoocry]

Could you pleaseee write something where y/n sends Ellie a cheeky 🤭picture and Ellie rushes over to y/n’s dorm or house or smth….and we all know what happens next. I love ur work btw ❤️

a/n: I suck at making extremely short stuff... also this isn't as good as I hoped but I hope YOU like it:)

mentions of pet names. 'baby/babe.' NOT PROOFREAD!!

The bag that held your risque lingerie sat in your vanity chair, drawing you in no matter how badly you wanted to stay in bed. You imagined yourself dressed in the periwinkle bra and panties, showing yourself off to Ellie as she sat in front of you. But she was selling at the moment, in questionable people’s driveway, waiting for them to grab their grams. 

You were sad that she wasn’t around in the tiny duplex you shared. She was off doing her job, yes, but she was doing her job. You hated being away from her, you held an attachment to her that could not be compared to anything you’ve had before. Maybe it was due to the fact that Ellie was your first long-term woman relationship, or that she was your main friend. Whatever it was, you hated being away from her, no matter the circumstance. 

You were going to ride with her today, but she told you to stay home. She had been grumpy all morning, claiming that people were wasting her time, trying to badly negotiate prices on eights, zips, even three grams. And on top of that, people weren’t taking her seriously when she said she had to study and finish homework. 

Now the bag resting on your vanity chair seemed more intriguing. You wanted to look sexy, feel sexy, and give Ellie something to smile about. 

You instantly stood up without another thought and grabbed your bag off the vanity chair. You undressed, slid on the periwinkle lace panties–that left nothing to the imagination–the lace bra that had your nipples on full display, and a garter belt that connected to stocking you had previously bought. You clipped everything together, and when you stood in front of the mirror, even you just wanted to fuck yourself. You looked hot. And not even that felt like the correct word. 

You then grabbed your phone off your bed and opened up the camera. You tried out a few poses, trying to figure out what was the sexiest. After a few rounds taken where you looked absolutely ravishing, you undid your bra and took a few more pictures. 

⇰ you

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i know ur a bit grumpy today… hope this helps ;) 

You dropped your phone onto your bed and continued looking at yourself in the mirror. You rarely saw yourself in this kind of attire. If you were going to have sex with Ellie, you never wore fancy lace and garter belts and stockings. Usually, you just wore your regular bra and underwear–no matter if they weren’t matching, or if you wore your grandma underwear after not washing your clothes. Ellie somehow always found you beautiful. 

But this time was different. Ellie deposited $500 into your account a couple days prior and asked you to buy yourself anything you wanted. You knew how she had acquired the money, but the action itself left you feeling guilty. This money was hers and could have been used for rent, herself, food, etc., but instead she gifted it to you. 

It was easy money for her, especially since people usually bought a lot from her. Parents, students, old people bought from her, and her dad still gave her money even if she begged him not to, so she had a massive influx of money. 

You thanked her by pleasing her, but no matter how much you thanked her, kissed her, fucked her, it wasn’t enough to you. So you were making it up to her by buying lingerie and sending sexy pictures. 

Not even two minutes later, your phone chimed. You unlocked it and instantly squirmed. 

⇰ ellie♥ 

oh baby. 

don’t go anywhere. i’ll be right there. 

fuuuck. okay. i’m ten minutes away. 

⇰ you 

don’t you have work?!!!! i didn’t send them for you to come home!! 

⇰ ellie♥ 

FUCK WORK. 

i’m literally creaming in my jeans babe. 

holy shit ur hot as hell?!!!?

You threw your phone onto the bed and quickly re-clipped your bra. You put on your robe, sat down at your vanity, and tried styling your hair in the tiniest form of sexy you could. Maybe tossing it into a messy bun? Or maybe quickly curling a few pieces? Leaving it how it is? 

You tried to curl your hair, but you were trembling with excitement that everything turned into a mess. So you tried playing around with it to see if you liked it framing your face. No. Then, you tied it up in a messy bun with two curly pieces left out in the front. 

And now, with your hair and makeup done, ten minutes have passed by. 

And an angry car parked in front of your house. A door slammed, followed by an aggressive knock at the door. She had a key, but she was most certainly waiting for you to open the door. So… you ran to the door. You checked the peephole, and there stood Ellie, rocking back and forth, hands slapping her thighs. 

You bit back a squeal and unlocked the door, opening it to meet Ellie, who spent no time rushing in and shutting the door, pinning you behind it. You gasped at the contact and stared at your girlfriend who’s eyes were already darting over your body. 

“Sorry,” you said, “I put on a robe.” 

She shrugged and untied it. She tore it off and threw it onto the floor beside you. Her hands found their way onto your hips, thumbs caressing your soft skin. Her eyes were buzzing about and you felt the need to tear her clothes off. You already had her wrapped around your finger, all you needed now was her physically wrapped around you. 

“What?” you asked, sounding completely clueless to the situation. 

“‘What?’” Ellie scoffed. “What do you mean ‘what’? You send me pictures of yourself in lingerie and then with your tits out on full display and you expect me not to want to fucking worship you?” 

You laughed. “I just thought they’d be nice. To get you through the day.” 

Her fingers wrapped around the hooks of your garter belt and she quickly unclipped them. “You thought that would get me through the day? Baby, if you send me shit like that, I’d drop everything to come and fuck your pretty ass out of this–” She pulled the band of your thong and let it go, allowing the material to slap your skin. 

You grabbed her belt loop and pulled her in, forcing your lips to collide. Your hands maneuvered through her hair and down to her shoulders, where you pried her infamous flannel off her body. You threw it onto the floor, on top of the robe. 

Next was her shirt. Then her jeans. And then you pulled away, examining her toned stomach and how the lines of her soft abs protruded with each breath. You smiled. She looked sexy herself, even if she was wearing a simple black sports bra and her usual black boyshorts. 

You ran your hands down the expanse of her skin and hooked your thumbs into her underwear. “I need to ride you,” you whispered. 

She hummed. “Oh really?” she asked with a smirk. 

You nodded and began pushing her back, turning her around and pulling her behind you once you got far enough. You then pushed her onto the large couch in the living room and straddled her, hands finding home on her shoulders, rubbing along the material of her sports bra and the skin of her neck. 

Ellie placed her hands on your waist and pulled and pulled on your thong. She leaned into you and kissed your cheek, neck, the fat of your breasts. “I need you to take these off,” she whispered. 

“Why?” you replied. 

“It makes it harder to feel your pussy on me…” 

You smiled and quickly stood up. You pulled off the garter completely, followed along by your thong. They went next to you, far from the robe and Ellie’s clothing, leaving your home evident of fucking. 

You bent your arms behind your body, fingers finding your bra clasp. However, Ellie pulled your legs towards her and stopped you from unclasping it. “Let me,” she said, and you sat on her naked thigh. 

You whined at the contact, already twitching at the feeling of your wet cunt dragging along her thigh. She chuckled and wrapped her arms around you, hands needily unclasping your bra. This movement had you leaning forward with slight groans, your body heaving at the slow and steady grinding. 

Once the bra was off, Ellie’s hands found their way onto your boobs, fingers massaging your flesh and rolling your nipples between her fingers. You hummed. The pleasure of slowly rolling your hips and your tits being kneaded was beyond compare. 

“You like that?” Ellie asked. 

You nodded. “Fuck…yes…” you moaned. 

“Good, just keep grinding baby.” 

You continued doing so: grinding down onto her thigh as she licked, sucked, played with your boobs and nipples. Ellie would shake her leg every so often, forcing gasps and loud moans out of you. It worsened once she leaned back and placed her hands on your hips, drilling her nails into your flesh and moving your hips along with you. You bit down on your lip, trying to hide the moans that bounced off the walls of your throat. But the more you tried, the harder it got–until you gave up and started moaning at every change in rhythm. 

“That’s it,” you whined. Ellie was slapping your ass the faster you rode her. Your hands found their way onto Ellie’s boobs: sports bra pushed up, tits spilling out and catching the coldness of the fan above you. Her moans pedaled you forward and you rocked faster, ground your pussy harder onto her bare thigh. “That’s it baby. That’sitthat’sitthat’sit.” 

“C’mon baby,” Ellie grunted. “Grind that pretty little pussy onto me. Ride my thigh like you fucking mean it. You can do it.” 

The praises left you heaving, crying out into the air as you climaxed. You ran your thumbs over her pretty tits and fell forward, pressing your head into the crook of her neck. 

Ellie instantly began rubbing your back. She kissed the side of your sweaty head and you could feel the curve of her smiling lips. 

“You did so good, baby,” Ellie whispered. 

“Did I?” you asked. 

She nodded. “Now send me one of those again and I’ll be doing more than letting you ride my thigh.” 

You moved your head and looked down at her. “You want to go again? I think you have more in you.” 

Ellie bit down on her lip. “I think so too…” 

[malebodyexhibit]

High Maintenance (a Next Door Boy tale)

I’m maintenance unit ___ with the asset number ___. I’m writing this to catalogue my thoughts as I do my duties for the Next Door Boy agency. Particularly for this client whose name will not be disclosed. The routine and maintenance set up by the client practically has me logging each moment of the day.

I took a bite of the grapes, savoring the burst of juice in my mouth. This was a rare treat. With a body like this, it was a numbers game. Whoever says jocks or models aren’t bright has never seen their fitness plan. 151 grams of grapes is roughly 104 kcal, 27g carbs, and 1g of protein. With this body at its current weight and activity level, I need more protein than carbs, but I decided to splurge my daily carb limit on something as simple as grapes.

“Hey, no eating! Get back for the photoshoot,” the photographer called. I swallowed whatever grapes were in my mouth and walked back to the spot I had to pose. It’s been over an hour and I was getting bored. The photographer and his assistants spent a few minutes fussing over how low my pants should sag and how much ass should hang out. “They’re looking a bit pale,” he said, then smacked my ass. “Don’t worry about it. The guy usually lets me do much more.” The photographer smiled and lingered his hand on my ass.

My new body reacted to his touch and I felt my breath hitch, but I kept my cool. After another hour of photos, I was finally able to leave. The notes left behind by the client mentioned the photographer was a total sleaze, but he was good at his job so just let him have his fun.

This might be a dream job for some, but for me, it was just another job. I was hired after a recruiter pulled me from a temp agency. I had great reviews for consistency, reliability, and overall fitness. I wasn’t like this body.

As you can see, he’s toned beyond heck. A body forged in the kitchen and toned in the gym.

But I kept myself healthy, and the NDB agency saw value in that. You see, when a client rents a body--I mean ‘talent’--the ‘mind’ of the talent needs to go somewhere. Sometimes it’s the client’s body, but it’s usually put in a temporary body, which is me. My body was the temporary body that the talent used. And since all talent tended to be attractive, my relatively attractive body made it easier to be out of their own bodies.

I stripped off my clothes and tossed them in the hamper. I had to get ready for the family visit. A part of the client’s routine was an afternoon visit by his family. They usually brought him food. I had to pretend to eat it, but secretly toss it and make something from the recipes left for me. The client came from immigrant parents and as an Asian-American, he seemed to struggle with maintaining his lifestyle and his family ties. I mentioned the numbers game of food. The exotic meals tended to be high fat and high carbs. That was a big no-no.

“Son, you’re getting skinny!” His mother would coo. “Here, eat some of this. Why don’t you get married already?! You’re getting old and need someone to take care of you. What will happen if something happens to me?”

His parents didn’t know he was gay, and I had to pretend I was straight. Well, I was straight, but, you know, with how this body possession happens, you change what you like.

Tomorrow I had another photoshoot, but this time while I was at the gym. I would pump iron and get nice and sweaty (with help of assistants spraying me down with mist) then get photos taken. The photographer was getting more handsy with this body. It doesn’t help that I was told not relieve myself while possessing this body. I couldn’t cum or have sex. Which usually wouldn’t perturb me too much, but my new body is hyper sexual. I just feel constantly aroused.

I laid back on the bed. Now stripped of my clothes, I just allowed myself to get erect. Taking a deep breath, I felt my powerful lungs rise with my sculpted pecs. Without looking, I could feel my abs tense and harden. I tried not looking down, but unsuccessfully, I saw my new girthy cock rising up like a flagpole. It was throbbing and I felt the ache of weeks without relief. I could turn on my side and thrust against the bedsheets slowly as if I was tenderly entering a lover. I could run my hand over a pillow and pretend to follow the curves of a soft male body. Instead I started to slowly thrust upward into the air. I curled my feet below my body and I thrusted higher and higher. Then faster and faster. I was started to feel sweat dripping from my body and I could feel myself edging closer and closer to bliss. But I stopped myself as my cock started to twitch and I moaned out with straining restraint.

I collapsed back on the bed. To keep this body perfect and up to the client’s standard, I ate only a handful of grapes and bland gym food. I couldn’t touch this rich Japanese cock or live a life without lying. Frustrated, I curled up and went to sleep.

The next day after a photoshoot at the gym, I was with the sleazy photographer for another session. He had me strip the body down to nothing and had me hold a wooden plaque above my cock. His assistants weren’t there which was unusual. But when he started to move me into a pose, he was very hands on. He adjusted and readjusted the plaque, making sure to stimulate and brush against it.

“I like you in this body,” he said. “You don’t have an attitude. The guy thought he was hot shit. Of course, he couldn’t get a hook up. He was always chasing after white cock. He really wanted the American dream boy, but of course the American dream boy didn’t want him. Could you blame them? This guy hated being in his own skin and being around us. You’re different because you just accept it.”

“I sorta have to accept it. It’s out of my hands and it’s my job,” I said, barely able to focus on the conversation. I was stiff and trembling. It wasn’t cold. On the contrary it was hot. I was dripping sweat. I began to breathe heavier but that seemed to make it worse, because I could now see my meaty pecs bouncing with each breath. I started to feel self conscious and tried to cover my abs with my arm, but the slight touch on my naked boy brought a groan to my lips.

“Yeah, I like you in there alright. Let me help you,” the photographer said. He moved his hands to my chest. I tried to stop him but stopped. The notes from the client did say to let him have his fun. He placed his palm on my pec and lightly brushed my nipple. I moaned and moved closer to him. The photographer brought his mouth to the other nipple and started to playfully bite it. The sensation was mind blowing. My body trembled and I thought for sure I’d cum, but I endured and he licked his way from my nipple to abs. He ran his hands over my stomach. My cock was dripping with precum and I couldn’t focus on anything except his touch. When his mouth took in my rod, I practically screamed. He managed only a few strokes before I erupted with pleasure.

I opened my eyes. I smiled for the first time in weeks. The relief after the build up of lies and stress. The high maintenance lifestyle of this guy finally unloaded.

“That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile,” the photographer said. I thought he was speaking to man whose body I wore, briefly he thought I was him, but when it seemed he remembered, he said, “you look completely different.”

I wondered how this body’s life would be without the constant pressure to be something he wasn’t. If he finally came out to his family. If he settled for someone who loved him. If he wasn’t himself. I didn’t know how long I had in this body, and wondered what my next assignment would be.

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: Y/n rings in the new year with Sam and Colby.

Warnings: nothing but alcohol consumption, flirting

Word count: 1.3k | not edited

Happy New Year, babes! 🖤🥂✨

╔═══━━━─── • ───━━━═══╗

"Y/n. You about ready?" Colby calls from downstairs. You look at the door, "Putting on my shoes. Be there in a sec!" You stand up, walking over to your mirror and giving yourself one last look over.

You smile at the gold shiny dress that's hanging on your body and the heels that both match perfectly to the theme of tonight's party.

Guys wear simple black suits.

Girls wear shiny dresses.

You grab your clutch and walk out of the bedroom. As you make your way down the steps, you hear Sam and Colby's conversation come to a sudden halt.

"What?" You ask with a smile as you walk over to them, "Are we ready?"

They both nod. Lips slightly parted as their eyes move up and down your figure, "You look absolutely beautiful." Colby grabs your hand, giving you a little spin so they can see the full outfit.

"You're stunning." Sam lays a hand on your hip, gently pressing a kiss to your cheek, "Definitely going to make heads turn."

"I'm sure that will happen just because you both are kissing me at midnight." You smirk and walk over to the wall mirror.

They follow you over and Colby lays a hand on your lower back, "We're not going to miss kissing our girl at midnight."

You smile, looking between them in the mirror, "I'm not going to miss kissing my boys, either." You smirk and pull out your phone, "Selfie?"

They pose on either side of you as you take your pictures. Sam pulls his out next and you all pose like you're all just a bunch of friends for the gram, same with Colby when he takes his.

You then take the ones that are just for you guys that involve kissing and being cute and flirty.

You loved those ones the most.

"What a way to ring in the new year." Sam jokes and you look at him, "What by breaking the internet?"

"That won't happen until later. People are bound to blab that you kissed us both." Colby shrugs, "It's whatever at this point. You've been close with both of us for years, so.."

"It'll be fine. It's not every year we get invited to this high of a class party, right?" You fix Colby's jacket, "You guys look so good."

"Not as good as you." Sam wraps his arm around your waist and checks his phone, "Car is here."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

As you make your way into the venue, your arms linked with each of theirs, “This place is so fancy.” You grab the champagne glass from Sam’s hand, flashing him a smile, “Thank you, baby.”

He smiles and nods, “Anything for you.”

“Alright.” Colby slides his hand down your back, “Were going to go say hi to some people, do you want to come with?”

You eyes scan over the room and you smile when you see Kris and Celina, “I’m going to go say hi to them.” You point and wave when they see you. The motion for you to come over and you nod, looking at Sam and Colby, “Come and find me then.”

They smile and nod, watching you walk off before turning to go greet their own people.

“Happy new year, guys!” You walk up, hugging them both, “Wow, you guys look great!” Your eyes move up to Kris’ now red hair, “Red is your color, babes.”

She smiles, pushing her hair with the palm of her hand, “Why thank you.”

“So..” Celina leans in, “What’s the scoop with that?” She subtly points to Sam and Colby and you shake your head, “No scoop. Just known them for years.”

She squints and leans back slowly, “Ahh. I’m sensing there’s more to it, but..” she laughs, “I’m sure you’ll tell me eventually.”

You bite your lip, looking between them before you sigh, “Can you guys do me a favor?”

They both nod and lean in, “Spill the tea, miss y/n. I’m here for it.” Kris laughs and goes serious. You glance back at Sam and Colby before looking at the girls again, “Don’t be surprised if I kiss both of them tonight.”

“O-oh. Oh.” Celina raises her brows and leans back, “Damn girl. You bagged both of them?”

“How the hell did you manage that?” Kris smirks, “I’m happy for you guys.” She snaps, looking at Celina, “That’s why they’ve been so freaking happy lately.”

“They’ve been happier?” You smile and she nods, “Oh yeah. When we met up with them for our last video, they were all giddy and hiding their phones. I was wondering what the fuck that was all about.”

“You’re the perfect girl for them.” Celina rubs your arm, “I had a hunch, you know..” she shrugs her shoulders and smirks, “But I didn’t want to just assume but are we the only ones that know?”

You nod, “Yeah, so if you could ju-“

Kris and Celina drag their fingers over their lips, indicating that they’re locking them. They pretend to give the key to each other and they both throw them.

“Done.” Kris says.

“And done.” Celina smirks and sighs, “I feel so powerful.”

You laugh, “I wanted to tell you guys, but we were just..” you put air quotes, “Friends.. right now.”

They nod, “It’s totally understandable.” Kris nods, “We got your back, babes.” Her accent is slightly British and you can’t help but laugh, “Thank you.”

Sam and Colby walk up, saying hello to the girls and you can’t help but smirk, “They know.”

“Well, guess the cat’s out of the bag on this one, yeah?” Sam laughs and shakes his head. Kris lays a hand on his shoulder, “You got a good one. Don’t mess this up.” She looks from Sam to Colby, “Talking to you too, Mr.”

Colby nods, “Trust me. We don’t plan on it. I promise.”

“So how does that work.” Celina asks and you all laugh, “What do you mean, like.. the sex.. or?” You tilt your head, waiting for her to think about what she wants to say, “I mean.. yeah.” She nods, “Everything.”

The boys can’t help but laugh, “Oh god.” Sam groans, “Don’t out us like that.”

“I’m not..” you give them an, I’ll tell you all about it later on, look and Kris winks, nodding. Celina gives you a thumbs up, leaving Sam and Colby confused.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

A few hours of dancing, drinking, and more mingling go by and suddenly everyone is cheering.

“Is it almost time?” You turn, looking at Sam who is standing behind you on the dance floor. He nods, “Yep. Gotta go find Colby.” He takes your hand in his, leading you through the crowd as you walk back towards the small group of your friends, “Hey!”

“Countdown is starting soon!” Celina says, pointing to the screen. You look at Colby, smiling at him once his eyes meet yours.

He walks over to you, laying a hand on your hip, “You ready to ring in the new year?”

You giggle, slightly tipsy from all the drinks, “I sure am.”

Suddenly everyone around you starts counting down loudly in unison, “Ten.. nine.. eight.. seven.. six..”

Sam and Colby both have their arms around your waist, counting down with everyone, “..Five.. four.. three.. two.. one!”

“Happy new year!”

You look up, Sam leans in first, planting his lips on yours, “Happy new year, baby.” He smiles as he leans back and you smile at him, “Happy new year.”

You look at Colby, still smiling until he places his lips on yours, whispering a quiet, “Happy new year, sweetheart.”

“Happy new year.” You smile up at him, turning to look at Kris and Celina who are just standing there with wide smiles.

“Happy new year!” You walk over to them, hugging them both. They hug you back, telling you how happy they are for you.

You guys raise your glasses, “Here to 2024!”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

This was just a short, welcome 2024 thing. I hope the new year treats you all very good!

Love you all! 🖤

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